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katz-chow · 10 months

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nsfw headcanons with the 141 + graves

warnings: nsfw 18+, gn!reader (amab & afab versions), past sexual trauma in ghost's part, bondage, edging, denial, teasing, dom & sub dynamics,

a/n: i really thought about this mostly because i don't like it when the fandom has like these takes that are i guess...expected from these men when they're literal soldiers...some are just takes that i deem unrealistic so here i'm trying to humanize them. hope y'all enjoy!

john price

6 in hard, cut, trimmed but is not really maintained as well as his beard, around med thick, a bit darker than his skin tone, curves up pretty straight i feel he's the type to like it really slow and gentle with you. like he takes his time, cigar in his mouth, and just his hand on you constantly. he loves to just relax after an action packed day, so having this as his peace of mind is something he'll really appreciate. he has the oldest, cheesiest playlist that he'll sometimes puts on whenever there'll be a day where he has a whole date planned. like this mf really thinks "rock your body" by justin timberlake something he can get down too. you make fun of him but he feels so good so it's ok. surprisingly has really good stamina for a 37 y/o dude. is very vanilla but he loves body worshipping. loves you like a divine being and to him you really are. he'll rather take you on the kitchen counter whenever you two are too impatient, maybe even on the bathroom vanity when you looks so cute after brushing your teeth that he just can't help it before he goes to work. would rather be on top of you, not really a dom & sub dynamic, just him taking over to make sure you're taken care of. a real good ol' fashion lover boy. after a long day at work and he just wants to relax, he'll just either ask you to blow him while he manspreads on the couch or he'll make you ride him on your bed. this man talks you through, never degrades you unless you ask for it. he'll prefers to baby you like the pillow princess you are...but he also expects the same when he's lazy he also loves it when you tug his hair when he goes down on you, grinding against his face or whatever. won't whine or whimper, but will pant like a dog in heat (he is) tits/chest kind of guy, loves to have his hands on your chest and squeeze them, so squishy! aftercare with him is like heaven because as soon as you two are finished, he immediately cleans you up and draws a bath for you both, or just you, to enjoy. good ol' fashion lover boy

simon "ghost" riley

6.5 in, uncut, doesn't really shave or trim, pink, warm undertones, i'd say pretty girthy, curves left so, so gentle with you. just like really soft with you, always making sure you're okay and that you're comfy the type to lay you down and just slowly press in, making sure your face is full of pleasure and not pain. because of his past experience, getting him to have sex in the first place took a long time, actually it was like year. so now that he's comfortable with you, he makes sure, for sure, that you're comfortable with him. consent is sexy. likes positions where he can sees your face, just to check up (and because he thinks you looks so angelic when you o) i feel like he wouldn't listen to any music while going at it, he doesn't want to be distracted from you. you love seeing his face too so its okay. incredibly hesitant and will not push your boundaries, also hard for him if you do end up doing something you haven't really talked about, even if it was accidental. his fav positions are anything that allows him to see your face and is easy for you to speak, that means no doggy, no pressing your face into the pillows etc etc. is not into bondage or tying you up, hates the fact that it feels like he's interrogating you and he hates the feeling of himself being tied up. always make sure you know what the safe word is, even if he's never going to push your boundaries or even go near it. once he finds a safe zone, he stays there unless you ask and he considers it (the safe word is pineapple) very vanilla and i feel like he wouldn't sub until there is a detailed talk beforehand and really, really trusts you. even then he still makes sure that you're in his view and you both know the safe word. once he does subs and lets you take full control, he's pretty vocal with you, talking to you, groaning and moaning, but he's still pretty quiet actually first time you introduced aftercare to him, he cried. he didn't know how loved he could feel while in the topic of sex, thought it was all hot and rough and not this soft. his favorite thing to do with you is to just wipe you both clean with a baby wipe from a packet you two keep in the nightstand. then he'll put on some clothes for you and him and just cuddle and kiss. he likes when you get him food afterwards when he subs someone please hug this man

kyle "gaz" garrick

7 in, cut, def trimmed, sometimes he'll even shave, darker than his skin tone, med thickness, doesn't curve but kinda rises straight up and hits his stomach, very cute he's 10000% down to do it any time whenever you two are at home. such a good balance between degradation and praise, only if you're okay with it. have you heard this man? he's a giggler, he'll giggle and tickle you and make funny jokes. one time, one of you farted (you two are still denying who it was to this day) and he couldn't stop laughing and mimicking the little toot sound i have a big feeling that he's into choking, but only you choking him. otherwise, he likes having his hand on your throat but not actually squeezing, just to keep you in place and for you to claw at speaking of your claws, he likes when you push him away and scratch at his forearms whenever he's overstimulating you. he just thinks it's so cute. definitely has a few playlists he shuffles through depending on the mood, one for a serious, hot and dirty mood and another for when you two are just chilling and being silly goofy, no kinky stuff. also into handcuffs, especially the fluffy ones. he thinks they just feel so soft and nice, a perfect balance between vanilla and kinky stuff. also because he feels like hes being pampered when he wears them attached to the headboard. lets out such cute and pretty moans no matter if he's domming or subbing. when he is subbing though, he lets out these really nice, low whines and pouts followed by a little giggle if it was silly your safeword is definitely something really funny and an inside joke that instantly ruins the mood (it's toots) he will actually ruin you if he's upset; def the type to have angry sex with you if two end up being really upset with each other. frustration sex? yes definitely. loves when you fuck him really rough, deny him, edge him, make him blabbering. he'll thank you afterwards too. if he's domming, he'll make sure you shower first and foremost, then orders take out and watch some stupid romcom. he loves romcoms (10 things i hate about you, will sing along with heath ledger) if he's subbing, depending on the intensity, he'll either just roll over after you wipe him down and immediately sleep as you pet his hair or he'll cling onto you and you two play minecraft together with him between your legs. 10/10 he's very adaptable

johnny "soap" mactavish

5.6 in, uncut, trimmed and maintained constantly, pretty pink but not much different from his skin tone, vvy girthy, leans a bit left but pretty straight this man is so damn funny. listen this mf has fell, cut himself, slipped, had a cramp, and hit his head too many times. he's so fucking clumsy but he's also so curious! but also...why does he want to have sex upside?!?! ughhhh!!! definitely a switch and definitely a power bottom...for a good 5 minutes. yes he will bite you and act like a brat whenever you dom him and mess with him, but as soon as you tie him up and edge him once, he's a goner definitely makes fun of you to see your flushed face, but also makes fun of himself. he uses his cock like a puppet and it has its own personality and voice. you laugh so hard and honestly that's better than hearing your moans. he loves your laugh makes his cock salute you before you two go down, it's so fucking funny. his "little buddy" jumping up when he calls attention and in parade rest. god it makes you laugh every time. his favorite position when he's subbing is cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. he's such an ass man, loves him some ass, will bite you like its actual cake. reverse cowgirl is reserved for when you're feeling mean though, because sometimes you just pull off of him to jerk him off and sit on his stomach. he has a nice view of your ass but can't see what you're about to do to him :( a big tease when he's domming, will have the most randomest patterns ever just to get you to whine and beg for him to go at certain pace. give him a few pouts and glossy tears and he'll do whatever you want, he's a big softie behind all the tease and bratiness. also a fan of doggy if you two are doing it quickly, he loves bending you over a surface and just going ham at it. good position for him to reach and jerk you off at the same time too. immediately cuddles as aftercare and not cleaning up right away, when he's subbing though, you def clean him up while he clings to you because he's so touchy feely but you want him to feel clean too, esp when he leaks so much (so much). when he's domming though, you two would just lay in bed (maybe even go for another round if you feel like it). gives you kisses and asks what you like and didn't like, a full debrief. plays mario kart afterwards with you and you let him win because you're tired. such a silly man

phillip graves

5.6 in, cut, not really trimmed or maintained, a pretty pink almost red tip, med girth, he curves UP like UP this man is a big tease, and super egotistical. he'll make you beg, whine, pout, and grind against him before he will even touch you. he likes cockwarning a lot while he's on a business call or doing paperwork. he's patient. makes you cum first, doesn't matter if he's domming or subbing, he wants you to use him like a toy for your own pleasure until you're satisfied enough that he'll even think about cumming. when he's domming, he loves to call you the nastiest things (if you allow him), absolutely ruins you and coats you with his cum. he's a southern gentlemen though and will make your mind go numb with pleasure, def a pleasure dom now that i'm using my noggin his fav positions are cowgirl, missionary, and doggy. lotus mostly so he can wrap his arms around you. makes you wear his cowboy hat when you ride him. and will use the hat rule in public to get you to suck him off in the car LOLOL i feel like he's big into gags, not really on you, but def on him. wants to be drooling and leaking all over himself while he whines and begs you to touch him, he's cute. likes being manhandled. grabbing his jaw, digging your nails into his back, biting him, even if he's on top, he'll enjoy it. he likes the scratch marks you give him and wears them like a trophy for his shadows to see. very vocal with you and loves to be a pillow princess when he bottoms. likes to be tied up with a vibe on his cock and edged and overstimulated will whimper and whine and moan and pout, like a little puppy. would probably grind up against your leg when he feels extra needy. aftercare with him is kinda shitty whenever he doms ngl. he'll make you something to eat and probably take you shopping afterwards. not a big cuddler but would hold you if you curl up into him. if he was subbing, he would probably take a nap after you pester him to take a shower. he'll just nap and finally wake up when he smells food that you get him for being so good lol saved by the grace of southerner charm

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: Eddie's guard is back up after overhearing people gossiping about a secret that only you would know about. When he lets his animosity take over, the damage may be too great to repair.

Warnings: angst, Eddie is really mean to Reader, mentions of CPS, Reader's grandma has Alzheimer's, slowburn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, Eddie is 30, Reader is 28, no use of y/n

WC: 3.7k

Chapter 4/20

Scruffy!Eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Divider credit to @saradika

Eddie is still fuming when he pulls into the music store’s parking lot. He’s opening today, and his hands tremble as he fumbles with the keys. All of those parents are going to know that he’s a failure of a father. The Munson reputation clung to him like a bloodsucking leech, regardless of his numerous attempts to shed it. He’s destined to be an outcast at best and a monster at worst.

Finally managing to unlock the door, Eddie flicks on the lights, blanketing the shop in a hazy glow. The silence is deafening, and he swears that his brain will implode if he doesn’t get some background noise. He walks to the section labeled ‘METAL’ as if on autopilot, grabbing Metallica’s Master of Puppets and shoving the cassette into the player. Ash insists that they play classic rock over the crummy little sound system; something about it being ‘palatable’ for the customers, but she’s not here to scold him.

He thinks back to when this album was released, towards the end of his third senior year. The good ol’ days, when I only worried about passing O’Donnell’s class and planning Hellfire campaigns, he thinks wryly. But, no; that isn’t quite true. He’d had to worry about the trailer getting repo’d, or whether he and Wayne could stretch their food stamp budget enough to feed two grown men. Concerns that his uncle had tried to hide from him until he no longer could.

“Ed, you’re eighteen now,” Wayne had said, just one month after Eddie’s birthday, “and I’m gonna need you to start payin’ some bills around here.”

At the time, Eddie thought he was just being a bastard. It wasn’t until a few days later when he’d spotted the envelope marked PAST DUE in bold, red letters that he realized it wasn’t a punishment, but a necessity.

He’d been selling for Rick ever since. Well, until now.

“Battery” fades out to “Master of Puppets,” and Eddie flips the CLOSED sign to read OPEN. He glances at the calluses on his hands and smiles sadly, thinking of all the hours he spent learning the chords in his room. After weeks of non-stop practicing—Hetfield’s solo was a bitch—he’d raced down to Gareth’s garage and played all eight minutes straight through. Watched as his friends’ jaws dropped in awe. Gave him a standing ovation. Told him he was a fucking rockstar.

“You’re a rockstar, all right,” Eddie sarcastically grumbles now, clanging a roll of pennies against the counter before dumping them into the till. “Getting ready to drop your new hit single: Do you want a receipt with that?”

His morning has been nothing short of monotonous: help the customer find what they want, ring them up and make small talk, and then organize (or, in his case, pretend to organize) the store when it’s not busy.

There’s too much down time for him to be left alone with his thoughts. As soon as he has a moment to himself, he’s ruminating on his regrets of the past. He turns up the music volume in a half-hearted attempt to drown them out, but they manage to worm their way into every nook and cranny of his brain.

Eight years ago, a twenty-two year old Eddie Munson left his podunk town of Hawkins, Indiana to pursue rock stardom. He’d driven to Chicago with only the pocket change he’d saved up and his guitar on his back. A big city for a man with even bigger dreams.

It didn’t take him long to realize that being Eddie Munson meant next to nothing in a place that was bursting with musicians desperate for the chance to become famous. He appreciated the anonymity at first; he could blend in without being chased by taunts of Freak or Loser. But after nearly a full year of auditions where he was just another guitarist who could carry a tune, he’d started to lose hope. Prepared to return to Hawkins with his tail between his legs, he’d stopped at the nearby bar for one last drink.

“We can’t go on without a lead singer and guitarist!”

A frantic voice captured his attention, drawing his gaze from the pint of beer in front of him.

“Well, Sam bailed. Again,” another man points out, tone heavy with irritation. “So either we go on without him, or we don’t go on at all.”

Eddie finds himself standing up and walking into a conversation where he was never invited. “I, um, play guitar. And sing?” He winces as it comes out like a question. “I can show you, if you want.” What was he doing? He couldn’t line up a gig to save his life, and now he’s offering to play for some band he doesn’t even know?

The two guys, both about his age, exchange a dubious look. “All right,” says one with shaggy dark hair. “Let’s hear what you got, Guitar Boy.” He hands him his own guitar, and Eddie adjusts the strap before diving headfirst into the chorus of the first song that comes to mind:

If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had You think I'll let it go you're mad You've got another thing comin'

The other guy cocks his head, a delighted smirk spreading across his face. “Judas Priest. Solid choice.” He paces a bit, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. You got a name, Guitar Boy?” he asks.

Eddie nods. “Eddie Munson.” He sticks out his hand, silently willing it to stop trembling, and shakes theirs.

“I’m Marcus,” the shaggy-haired man says. “This is Bryan. I play backup guitar; he’s on drums. Our bassist should be here soon; his name’s Pete.”

“And Sam was our lead guitarist and singer, but he’s a fucking asshole,” Bryan quips, and Eddie chortles at his brazen attitude. “Anyway, we mostly do covers…check out the setlist and see what you know.” He hands Eddie a crumpled piece of paper, filled with familiar songs and artists.

“I can do any of these,” Eddie says, a satisfied warmth filling his chest as he watches the guys grin even wider.

“Tell ya what,” Bryan says, plopping behind a drum set plastered with a logo reading Hard Knox. “If you don’t suck tonight, you can play with us permanently.”

“Yeah,” Marcus agrees. “We’re gonna be big, man. We just need someone to help us get there.”

“Let me run back to my place and grab my ax,” Eddie tells them, adrenaline propelling him to his apartment. This was it. This was the break he needed. Just as he was about to give up, God or fate or destiny or whoever was finally giving him a chance to prove himself.

The show went off without a hitch; Eddie’s guitar skills bringing a normally quiet audience to their feet. Bryan clapped him on the back as he looked at Pete and Marcus; the three nodding at each other. “Welcome to Hard Knox!” he announced.

“Sam leaving was the best thing to happen to us,” Pete laughs in agreement. A bartender in a tight skirt and fishnet stockings brings over a round of shots, and the four men clink glasses.

“Fuck Sam!” Eddie shouts before taking the drink. The tequila burns as it coats his throat, but he doesn’t dare reach for the lime. No, he has something to prove.

“Fuck Sam!” the rest of the band echoes enthusiastically. Their choral response reminds Eddie of the way Corroded Coffin used to be before he’d left: when he’d say something, Jeff, Gareth, and Danny would listen. He was born to be a leader.

Things started to fall into place. His one night endeavor with Hard Knox turned into a biweekly gig at the bar, which eventually turned into shows almost every night at various venues across the city. He’d even convinced the guys to play some original work of his, reminding them that cover bands don’t get record deals.

He had a steady income. A group of friends who appreciated him and his music. Beautiful women who eagerly threw themselves at him at the end of the show. And then it would repeat the following night in a new place. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

Last night’s chaos has you all disheveled; it wasn’t until you got to work this morning that you realized you hadn’t even packed your lunch. You try to convince yourself that you can wait until you get home to eat, but about fifteen minutes before your break, your stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl.

“I’m gonna run to the deli and grab something,” you tell Will, throwing your jacket over your shoulders and digging out your car keys. “Want me to pick up anything for you?”

“Uh, Tylenol?” he grimaces, rubbing his temples. The kids had music class today, and the sounds of ten preschoolers singing off-key combined with their clashing tambourines served as a recipe for a pounding headache. “And maybe a bag of sour cream and onion chips?”

“You got it.” You shoot him a thumbs-up as you make your way to the parking lot as quickly as possible, determined to get your food before the lunch rush starts.

You manage to just beat out the crowd of hungry nine-to-fivers, grabbing a veggie wrap to-go. Crunching on a cucumber slice as you take a big bite, you start back towards your car, but the music store next door catches your eye.

A check of your watch confirms that you have a few minutes to peruse, maybe grab a copy of the new Toni Braxton cassette you’d been wanting. If there was ever a day to treat yourself to a little gift, it’s today. Your mind is foggy and your body feels like it’s dragging sandbags as you make your way over. You knew that taking care of an ailing relative would be physically demanding, but you weren’t prepared for the emotional toll it would take. Seeing your grandma helplessly laying on the bathroom floor scared drew all of the oxygen from your lungs, filling your body with worry. And just a few hours later, she was furiously swearing at you, claiming to hate you. She’s an ever-swinging pendulum, and you’re downright exhausted.

A small glob of hummus lands on your lower lip, and your tongue licks it off haphazardly as you push open the door to the music store. The jingle of the bell is meant to alert the employees that a customer has entered, but when you look around, there’s no one there to help you.

You walk towards the aisle labeled R&B, starting by thumbing through the “B” section–nothing. Perplexed, you make your way to the “T” section, still with no luck. Was Toni Braxton so popular amongst Hawkins residents that they’d bought out every copy of Secrets?

“You can’t eat in here,” a terse voice calls out. You’re so startled, you nearly drop your sandwich. A piece of tomato flies out of the tortilla when you jump, hitting the linoleum flooring, and the irritated person sighs. “Aaand this is why.”

You pick up the fallen vegetable and turn around to see Eddie Munson standing before you. “You scared me!” you say, but your body visibly relaxes. Twenty-four hours ago, you never would have guessed that he would have a calming effect on you. How quickly things can change, you muse silently. “Can you help me find the new Toni Braxton? The Secrets cassette?”

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can you follow simple instructions? No. Eating. In. The. Store.” He rolls his eyes. “Just because you teach preschoolers doesn’t mean you get to act like one.”

The smile that briefly danced across your lips slips into a frown. What the hell happened in the few hours since he’d dropped Harris off at school? Did you imagine that you two had gotten along?

“Are you okay?” you ask, brows furrowed in confusion. “I-I can put the wrap in my car, just give me a sec…”

He shakes his head. “No, actually, I’m not okay,” he sneers. “But I bet you knew that already.” He shifts his posture so he’s standing a bit taller. “Y’know, you have some fuckin’ nerve, coming in here after what you did.”

“Did I miss something?” Your voice gets smaller with the gnawing feeling of brewing confrontation acting as a brick on your chest. “I thought–”

“Tell me what you thought,” he interrupts, leaning on a box of tapes. “Wait, no; let me guess. You thought that because I rejected you, you could go around blabbing my personal business around the school.” He scrunches up his face, biting his lip as he looks at you. “Did I get it right?”

“Your personal business?”

“Mhm,” he answers pointedly, spinning a skull ring around his finger. “Is that not it? Was it because you were embarrassed that I heard your grandma say that she hates you? I don’t blame her, by the way.”

Your force your gaze to remain trained on him, staring into his brown eyes that have hardened with fury. “She doesn’t hate me,” you breathe out, “she just can’t remember me anymore. When she knew who I was, she loved me. A lot.”

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t take away from the fact that everyone and their goddamn dog knows about the CPS report.”

“What CPS report?” you ask, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach. “Is Harris okay?”

He takes one look at your puzzled expression and barks out a harsh, incredulous laugh. “Seriously? You can drop the innocent act.”

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about!” you snap, frustrated at his unwillingness to hear you out and your own lack of understanding. “All I know is that this morning, you didn’t hate me–or maybe just hated me a little less–and now you’re back to being the worst human being I’ve ever met.”

Eddie scratches at the shadow of a beard that’s formed on his jawline; an itchy reminder that he didn’t get to shave last night. “You should consider yourself lucky if I’m the worst person you’ve ever met. Tell me, what have I done? Thrown some insults your way?” He claps his palm to his chest exaggeratedly. “How ever did you survive?”

“Mock me and my teaching skills, pretend like you’re going to call when you knew damn well that you weren’t, call me a bitch, and your latest and greatest,” you counter, ticking off the instances on your fingers, “accuse me of something I didn’t do.”

He considers this for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “So you’re trying to tell me,” he starts, gritting his teeth, “that we were in the same wing of the same hospital at the same time, but you weren’t the one who told people about the CPS case they opened on me?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you hiss.

“Then how the fuck did Carol Perkins find out about it?!” His volume raises to a roar, and you wince at the sting it leaves echoing in your eardrums. “Because I fucking heard her talking about it with Steve Harrington! So if you, the person who was there, didn’t open your mouth and tell her, who did? The CPS fairy?”

“I don’t fucking know!” you shout, swallowing thickly in a meager attempt to bide time before the tears inevitably leak from your eyes. “I don’t know, but it wasn’t me.”

Eddie rakes a hand through his frizzy curls, smacking the other on top of the nearby box. “Just…just get out,” he mutters. “I can’t listen to any more of your bullshit.” He starts back towards a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY before turning back around, eyes narrowed.

“Y’know, I wouldn’t have hooked up with you that night if I knew that this is how you handle a one-night stand,” he says, pursing his lips as he steps closer to you. “And I never should’ve let Harris step foot in your classroom. I would drive him to a school in goddamn Timbuktu if it meant having you out of my life.” He pauses, scraping his teeth across his lower lip and exhaling a terse laugh. “It’s too bad I can’t forget about you like your grandma did.”

The words knock the wind out of your lungs. Your knees buckle slightly, and you have to steady yourself on the closest shelf. Tears blur your vision as your legs carry you out of the store; you feel yourself walking, but it’s like an external force has control of your body. The words fuck you sit on the tip of your tongue, or maybe you say them—it’s too hazy to tell. The world is covered in a shiny layer of cellophane; you can see everything, but you can’t touch.

You’re crying too hard to drive, so you sit behind the wheel, seatbelt clicked in place, letting out sobs that leave your whole body shuddering. It’s all too much, and though you logically know that Grandma didn’t want to forget you, his comment hit a raw nerve.

It wasn’t a straight path; Alzheimer’s never is. A few months ago, she could remember you in the morning but forgot you by the afternoon. She would call you by name at 9 AM but ask who you were at 2 PM. One day you were her granddaughter; the next, you were a total stranger. You thought it couldn’t hurt more than it already did, but the repeated reminders that she no longer recognizes you at all is a constant knife through the heart.

You’ll be late if you don’t start driving back to work now, so you turn the key in the ignition and adjust the gear shift to reverse. As you look up to glance in the rearview mirror, you catch sight of him. He’s dumbfounded, and you could laugh at how ridiculous it is that it took him seeing you bawling in your car to realize that he went too far this time.

Unable to stomach the thought of further confrontation, you take a deep breath and drive away, leaving him to mull over what just happened.

He’d assumed you’d left already when he’d walked outside for a smoke break, placing a cigarette between trembling fingers before he’d even left the store. He almost drops the lighter on his scuffed sneaker when he sees you hunched over, resting your arms on the wheel as your body heaves. He’s not sure how long he’s been staring when you lift your head, exposing tear-streaked cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. Your gazes lock for just a millisecond, but it tells him everything he needs to know.

It wasn’t you.

When Eddie arrives at the school for pick-up, he scours the crowd of impatient parents for Carol. He finds her talking with another mom; no doubt spreading more gossip about him. Maybe he shouldn’t have pretended that their Satanic cult rumors didn’t bother him when they were back in high school. Maybe if they knew, they would understand that he’s just a goddamn person trying his best, just like everyone else.

“Hey,” he starts, pushing the fear from his voice and willing his strength to remain unwavering. “Who told you about the CPS stuff?”

Carol plasters an obviously fake smile on her face as she responds. “I don’t know what you mean,” she says simply. Her carefree tone pushes Eddie to his limit.

“Cut the bullshit,” Eddie growls, quickly losing his temper. “I heard you talking to Steve Harrington about it. So either you tell me now, or I’ll make sure your husband knows about that guy I saw you with at the Hideout a couple of months ago.”

Her face blanches, color draining from her cheeks. “It was Jason Carver,” she mumbles, biting her thumbnail. “His wife, Chrissy, is a nurse at the hospital and saw the report. She told him, and he’s been telling, well, everyone else.”

Eddie swears that steam is billowing out of his ears. Everything is coated in a red haze, and he finds himself unconsciously clenching and unclenching his fists. “Where is that sonofabitch? I’m gonna punch him in his smug little–”

“Mr. Munson?” you cut through his rant. His head snaps in your direction. You’ve fixed your makeup; if Eddie hadn’t seen you crying earlier, he would’ve been none the wiser. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”

“Y-Yeah,” he stammers, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet. “Actually, I needed to tell you someth–”

“I think you’ve said enough today,” you say, voice calm but firm. “I just wanted to give this to you before Harris comes out.” You hand him a pink piece of paper. “It’s a transfer slip. Starting next week, Harris will be in Ms. Marion’s class. I didn’t tell him anything about it, so you can say whatever you want. I don’t care anymore.” That’s not quite true; the idea of Eddie feeding Harris lies about you makes your stomach curdle, but there’s only so much you can control.

Eddie’s, usually quick with a retort, is uncharacteristically quiet. “I, um, I thought…the secretary told me that all of the classes were full.” It’s a cop-out, but he can’t push himself to tell you what he knows now. Not when you’re already bruised.

“They made an exception because I was the one who requested it this time,” you explain, clenching your jaw. “Looks like you got your wish. You can forget about me now.”

He takes the paper and shoves it in his back pocket. The confession is on the tip of his tongue, an apology not far behind. Say it, he berates himself. Just fucking say it. You might be able to fix this if you just—

“I’ll go get Harris,” you tell him, breaking into his thoughts. “Good-bye, Mr. Munson.”

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hgfictionwriter · 5 months

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Celebrations

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie and you attend a wedding. Turns out nuptial celebrations are inspiring.

Warning: Same 'ol, same 'ol - smut, smut, smut.

A/N: Btw...thank you all so much for the support. I really appreciate the likes, reblogs, replies, etc.! If you have any requests, let me know and I'll try to follow through. Thanks for letting me share this content with you!

"Is this seat taken?" You asked as you came up to Jessie and a few friends at the table.

Upon seeing you return, Jessie's eyes lit up and she beamed at you. "It's all yours, beautiful."

"So charming," you teased as you leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek that pulled a blush out of the brunette almost immediately.

One of Jessie's teammates was getting married - the ceremony had been lovely and you were all now into the reception. People were drinking, chatting, dancing - just having a good time. You'd spent most of the evening dancing with your friends, popping back to the table now and then to visit with Jessie and grab a drink. Jessie was content to do just about anything but dance.

"Are you having a good night?" She asked over the din of the music. You nodded, but your attention shifted as the song changed. Your expression transitioned and she frowned at you in question.

"Dance with me," you urged as you took her hands excitedly. She rolled her eyes, but you persisted. "Please? We've never slow danced together!"

You'd been together for a couple of years after meeting through mutual friends. Though you connected immediately, Jessie was slow to open up. In time though she eventually confessed how she felt. Mind you, by then she was in so deep that it was no secret to anyone how she felt for you, but it still took patience for her to come around.

Since you'd been an item, you'd been to a number of parties together. Chelsea parties, national team parties, the list goes on, but somehow slow dancing had never come up.

"I'm not really a dancer," she mumbled as her gaze flit away and she scratched the back of her head. "Never mind to stuff like this." You could've been irritated or even offended at her dodging your request, but you knew she was nervous more than anything.

"Please?" You asked, her hands still in yours.

You stifled a laugh as Sam shoved Jessie nearly out of her seat. "Go on. Your girl wants to dance with you." Jessie shot a look over her shoulder at Sam, muttering something you couldn't quite make out before settling in her chair again.

"Jess, if you don't dance with her, I will," Sam announced, causing Jessie to drop your hands and snap around in her seat to shoot a sharp look at her friend. Sam merely grinned, leaning back and crossing her arms. "Believe me, you don't want me rizzing up your girl."

"Oh my God," Jessie huffed in complaint as she grabbed your hand - a little firmly - and stood up, still glancing back over her shoulder at Sam to give her a dirty look. You, on the other hand, offered Sam a wink and gave a wave of your fingers as you let Jessie lead you out onto the dance floor.

"Don't wink at her," Jessie complained as she found an open spot for you two and turned towards you. She planted her feet and placed one hand stiffly on your waist and the other held your hand up. Between Jessie's awkward form and and her still grumbling "'Rizz you up' come on," you had to stifle another laugh. She caught you though, her eyes widening.

"Are you laughing?" Her voice suddenly high and strained. "You drag me out here and you're laughing at me-"

"You're just so adorable," you told her as lovingly as possible, though knowing she'd probably still be upset. Sure enough, she pouted, her gaze shifting away and her shoulders slumping.

"Baby, I love you," you cooed as you pulled her in, adjusting her positioning so you were both more relaxed. "And I know how much you don't like dancing, so I appreciate you indulging me. I can't help it if I think you're adorable."

"I don't want to be adorable," she grumbled as she looked down at your feet, her feet shuffling trying to stay in time and coordination with yours.

"Baby." You gave a soft laugh as you tilted your head down to catch her eye. When she looked up at you, a frown still etched on her face, you leaned in, kissing her cheek before whispering in her ear. "You know I find you far, far more than adorable."

Jessie grunted in response, but her posture opened up a bit and she leaned her head against yours as you danced together.

"I want different music for our wedding," she eventually said, a hint of complaint still in her voice.

"Yeah?" You asked, a smile spreading across your face as you pulled back a bit to look at her. A small smile crossed her lips as you looked at her.

Marriage wasn't a new topic for you two. You weren't officially engaged or anything, but you talked freely with each other about getting married - and not as a theoretical. Jessie had taken so long to open up about her feelings initially, but once she did you learned just how much had developed over time. You were taken aback when one night early on she told you resolutely that she was going to marry you. There was no ring to show for it at this point, but you didn't need one. Your lives and your careers were both so busy right now and you knew that when the time was right you'd take that next step.

As you two danced, you discussed today's nuptials and compared them to what you both wanted. As the song progressed, your bodies shifted and her arms now encircled your waist, her fingers drawing slow circles on the small of your back. Your hips swayed together and your hands were gently massaging up and down the back of her neck the way she liked.

By the time the song was coming to a close, you were feeling warmth radiating through you at the way she held you close and the way her eyes remained trained on you.

"Truth is, I would marry you in a parking lot if I had to," she said with a smirk. "I mean, my family wouldn't like that, but," her gaze dropped momentarily, shrugging her shoulders before looking up at you earnestly, "I would marry you anywhere, any time. I just want to be with you."

You bit down on your lower lip as you instinctually pulled her tighter against you. She smiled at the action and gave you a soft kiss on your neck.

"You know," you trailed off as you now glanced away with a self-effacing laugh before looking back. By the mischievous look on her face, she knew what was happening. "You know you have it bad for someone when talk of commitment gets you worked up."

She nodded, lifting her eyebrows in agreement. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "And on our honeymoon? You're not leaving the room. I'm going to fuck you morning, noon, and night. I'm going to fuck you on every surface of that suite." She pressed her cheek into you as she stilled you both, causing you to fidget with tension. Her breath in your ear, she said, "I'm going to make sure my wife is so fucking satisfied."

You released a shaky breath as you took a step back. You could feel your face was flush with heat and it only worsened when you saw how dark Jessie's eyes were as she watched you, taking you in.

"Okay, well," you let out a nervous laugh, noting that Jessie's expression didn't alter as she studied you intently. You cleared your throat before leaning back in a bit to whisper, "Unless if you're going to do something about it, you have to stop now."

Finally, Jessie moved. She wrapped her arms around you again, pulling you in gently. She kissed you and it was soft, a sharp contrast to how her gaze was boring into you intensely.

"I'll always take care of you," she said simply.

The next moment, Jessie held your hand in hers and led you off the dance floor, but not back to the tables and instead down a hallway, to another and then to another in the venue.

"Where are we going?" You asked as you dropped her hand to instead grasp her arm, pressing up against her as you walked together, wanting to be close.

"I'm looking for something," she said distractedly as she looked at the rooms you passed. She peeked into a few rooms before announcing, "Here. This is it." She pulled you in behind her and she closed the door. You released her and took in your surroundings.

"An empty room?" You asked, a flirty smile on your lips.

"Exactly," she said with a pleased nod.

The room wasn't totally bare, it looked like maybe it was a used as a small green room or reception room of sorts. There were a few tables, some nice chairs, but most importantly, as Jessie noted, it was empty.

You were still looking around the room when Jessie prowled up to you, slowly pushing you back against the wall, her eyes not leaving yours. When your back reached the wall and she pressed herself up against you, your breath stilled in anticipation. Your arms immediately came up around her shoulders and her hands gripped your waist. She offered you a soft smile as she leaned in.

"Now, where were we?" She asked as she began to take her time planting slow, lingering kisses down your neck. Your body tensed up in her grasp every time her warm lips made contact. She grinned against you before tracing the tip of her tongue down your neck before latching on and sucking right above your collarbone.

"Oh fuck," you gasped as you twitched in her arms and she held you steady, her tongue continuing to work on your neck.

Your hands began to roam along her immaculately toned body. You felt the definition even through her shirt as your hands moved across her arms, down her back and to her stomach. Anytime she shifted, the muscles flexed deliciously under your touch and you couldn't help melting into her. She was just too gorgeous.

You placed your hand on her face and coaxed her up so you could kiss her. A small moan escaped her as she pressed into you and kissed your hungrily. The sound sent a wave from your head to your toes and you subconsciously began grinding your hips against her.

She moaned again and reached down with one hand to hike up your dress and began running a hand from your ass up your thigh to your knee, wrapping your leg around her. You moaned into your kiss and tilted your hips up towards her. She inhaled sharply, breaking your kiss and resting her forehead against yours as she looked down. Her hand travelled back up your thigh, this time travelling to the inside of your thigh before she ran two fingers over your underwear along your slit.

"Mm," she voiced, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt your wetness through the fabric. "I really did work you up."

You rotated your hips, trying to stay with her fingers and get greater friction. She obliged, rubbing you firmly through the fabric, her fingers spreading to trace between your lips and coming back to circle your swollen clit.

"What does my beautiful wife want?" She asked with a smile in her voice.

"Your fingers. Jessie, I need your fingers." You pushed against her harder in emphasis. "I need you."

She smiled in appreciation before doing away with your underwear and placing your leg back around her once more. She leaned in and kissed you again, her lips lingering as she spoke.

"And whatever my wife wants, my wife gets."

She punctuated her sentence by sliding two fingers deep inside of you, both of you gasping.

"Oh fuck, Jess," you moaned as her fingers filled you.

"Fuck, nothing feels as good as being inside of you," she said with such feeling as she arched into you.

You shook your head weakly. You always wanted her so much and she was just so in tune with you that it often felt like just one touch could nearly dismantle you.

"Jess," you breathed, "you feel so amazing inside of me. You fill me up so perfectly."

She grunted in response as she began to move, her thumb toying with your clit as she pumped in and out of you. Your moans and whimpers were soon filling the room and spurring her on.

"You sound amazing. Your voice alone could get me off," she told you, her own voice thick with desperation.

You pulled her closer, clutching her like your life depended on it. You tilted your head towards her ear. "I can't wait to be your wife."

"Oh fuck," Jessie cursed, your words riling her up even more. Her thrusts increased momentarily before she abruptly pulled out of you. A noise of disappointment fell from your lips as you looked to her in bewilderment. She grabbed your hand and pulled you with her as she walked over to a sofa chair across the room. She sat down and pulled you down onto her lap after you kicked off your heels.

"I want you to ride me," she told you in a heady voice, her eager fingers already sliding through your slick folds once more. She dipped her head forward to kiss your chest and trail her way down the front of your dress as far as she could.

"Baby," you panted as you gyrated your hips against her open fingers. A loud moan escaped you as she then dipped her fingers inside - teasingly at first, barely penetrating you. She grinned up at you as you whined, wanting more. "Jessie, please. I need you."

She bit down on her lip as she sunk fully into you, the veins in her forearms popping at the action.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, "just like that." You took a moment to savour the feeling before you started lifting up and down on her fingers.

"Yeah, gorgeous. Just like that," she echoed as she looked you over in appreciation. "God, you look so good bouncing up and down on me like this."

Her words caused your core to tighten further and you picked up your pace, knowing she would easily keep up.

She groaned, letting her head fall forward against your chest as she spoke through nearly gritted teeth. "You are dripping wet, baby. It's so fucking hot."

She was right, whatever didn't pool in her palm, you could feel start to drip down the inside of your thighs. "Your pants," you managed to say as you continued to ride her fingers. "They're going to be ruined."

"Let them be ruined then," she dismissed as she kissed your chest.

"Jessie," you whined. Though your mind was foggy - impossible to focus as this beautiful woman fucked you thoroughly - you still went on. "You have to take them off. We can't go back after if-"

"If what-" she cut you off with an impish smirk, "-I have your cum on my clothes?" You let out a noise of disapproval and she hummed in response. "Alright, baby," she conceded as she cupped your face with her free hand. "Give me a second."

You both felt a sense of loss as she had to pull out of you again as you dismounted, but you took the moment to catch your breath and give your legs a break.

You watched transfixed as she undid her belt, her dress pants and shimmied them down her muscular thighs, the muscles bulging and flexing as she maneuvered the garment down her body. A twinge went through the center of your core at the sight before you.

"Like what you see, baby?" She asked with a wink as she kicked the pants off to the side.

"You know I fucking do," you responded with a satisfied smile as you took her in. You gave her a quick gesturing nod paired with a wink. "Socks and shoes too. You know I can't stand that."

"Yes, my love," she chuckled as she obliged. That task done, she shifted back down into the seat, spreading her legs to make room for you and very aware of how you swallowed at the sight. She reached out to you. "Come here, baby." You took her hand and let her guide you back onto her lap.

She wasted no time in picking up where she left off. She was soon pistoning in and out of you and your jaw fell slack at the waves of pleasure sent through you. You ran your fingers through her hair, sometimes digging into her crown as she worked your clit in time.

"I really can't wait to make you my wife."

Your eyes fluttered opened at her words and you looked down to see her watching you with absolute devotion. You moaned. "I can't wait either."

She watched you steadily, but something shifted in her gaze.

"Let's do it," she breathed, her eyes hopeful and bright. "Let's pick a date."

"Jess," you voiced, your tone high with both surprise and pleasure.

"Not a good time?" She asked with a low chuckle. You ran your fingers through her hair again, giving a light tug to tilt her head back so you could kiss her.

"Ask me again later," you said through ragged breaths. You wanted desperately to focus, but you were too far gone.

"I'd ask you every day if you wanted me to," she declared. There was a playfulness in her eyes, but it didn't mask the earnest behind her claim.

"I love you more than anything, Jessie," you said as you leaned on her shoulders as you continued to ride her. "Now make me cum."

"Yes, princess," she said with an eager smile for you that was quickly replaced with a slight crease in her brow as she clutched you to her, gripping your dress roughly. She then wrapped her free arm around your back, using that arm and purposeful flexes of her thighs to move you up and down onto her and she pressed harder into your sensitive core.

"Oh fuck," you cursed as you fell into her at the sensations that coursed through your body.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she rasped as her fingers worked you closer to your climax. "I need you to come for me."

"I'm so close. Don't stop," you urged as your eyes screwed shut.

"Never," she promised you as she kissed your shoulder.

The tension that mounted in your body overflowed. You cried out and gripped her shoulders desperately as your orgasm ripped through you. Through the haze in your mind you heard her groan as you tightened and convulsed around her fingers. She continued to stroke in and out of you, gradually slowing as your body began to relax.

She sat back in the chair with a tired sigh, bringing you with her as she not only had her arm around you, but her fingers were still inside of you as well. You lay on her chest, your head resting against hers as you regained control of your breathing.

"Oh my god, Y/n," she exhaled, "I will never get tired of making you cum." She gave a subtle shake of her head. "The things you do to me."

You pulled back to give her a languid kiss. A small whimper escaped you both as the movement caused you to tighten momentarily around her fingers.

"I wish I could stay in you like this all night," she said. You moaned again at the thought of it and found yourself giving a single roll of your hips.

"You are so good to me, my baby." You pushed yourself back just enough to trail your fingers down her chest and stomach, unbuttoning her shirt as you went. You moaned in appreciation as her chest and toned torso were revealed. You ran your finger down her exposed skin, relishing the feel.

"Hey, this isn't fair," she complained lightly, though she made no move to stop you. "You're still fully dressed." You looked pointedly over your shoulder at the underwear she'd tossed haphazardly aside. "Well, mostly anyway," she relented.

"I can't help it if I find you irresistibly attractive."

Your hand continued to travel downward until you were cupping her heat through her underwear, pulling a sharp breath out of her. The fabric was soaked through with her arousal and it sent a jolt through you.

"Mm, baby, I think you enjoyed that almost as much as I did," you teased as you pulled her earlobe between your teeth and ran your tongue along it.

"You're not fucking kidding," she rasped, a quick shudder working through her body.

You lifted your hips off of her lap, a small noise of disappointment leaving your throat as you rose off her fingers.

"Ah, babe-" Her protest halted as you climbed off only to kneel in front of her, keeping your eyes trained on hers as you brought her fingers up to your mouth and closed your lips around them. You flicked your tongue across them as you sucked your juices off of them.

"Oh shit," Jessie hissed as she watched you. She squeezed her legs together briefly before planting her feet apart again, fidgeting from her arousal and unable to sit still. You offered her an innocent smile.

"About the things that I do to you...what about the things I can do for you?" You finished slowly as you knelt up, placing your hands on her thighs, giving them an appreciative squeeze as you slowly moved your hands upward to remove her underwear.

"Baby," she whispered as she settled back in after, her underwear now discarded next to yours. Your gazes remained locked. You placed your hands on her knees and gently pushed her legs further apart.

"I love you, Jessie," you said as you gave her a lingering kiss before dropping down well between her legs.

"I love you, too," she breathed. She chewed on her bottom lip as you tugged her closer to the edge of the chair and you hooked your arms under her legs. You looked up at her.

"Now let me take care of my gorgeous wife."

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso #woso x reader #canwnt #chelsea wfc #woso community #jflem

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theunderestimator-2 · 3 months

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The Raincoats as photographed by Janette Beckman for Rough Trade records while rehearsing in London for their 1979 debut album. As the photographer recalls: "...I went to shoot them at their rehearsal space, but if you look at that picture, you can see that it's a toilet. They were literally in the bathroom practicing. It's just so punk and the place is kind of a wreck."

Ana da Silva and Gina Birch formed the group in 1977 after seeing the Slits perform. As Birch stated in an interview, "It was as if suddenly I was given permission. It never occurred to me that I could be in a band. Girls didn’t do that. But when I saw The Slits doing it, I thought, ‘This is me. This is mine.’ Palmolive, the Slits' ex-drummer at the time, actually joined them in '78, performing with the line-up that played live and recorded the debut album.

A weird fact for this all-girl band that was influential for so many female artists, is that it actually took a guy to help younger generations re-appreciate them and that's why the Raincoats somehow always seem to be mentioned along with Curt Cobain, since his enthusiasm for their music brought them back from obscurity in the '90s after citing them as one of his favourite bands and writing the liner notes for the reissues of their albums.

If you ask me, I think ol' Johnny Rotten was spot on when he said that: "The Raincoats offered a completely different way of doing things, as did X-Ray Spex and all the books about punk have failed to realise that these women were involved for no other reason than that they were good and original".

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Domestic!Bad Batch x reader (headcannons)

Warnings: Absolutely none! just utter fluff!

I love these kids, I've adored them since I laid eyes on them and god I want the best for these sweethearts. It's been a long time since I've done anything like this, so if you have constructive criticism for me, please lay it on me! I'd really appreciate it!

Here's the bad batch! hope you enjoy

Hunter

He's very much not used to a domestic setting, especially not one he's sharing with you

but god he wants to do right by you and make sure he doesn't mess things up

constantly cleaning up tiny messes he makes, even if it's not a mess. it's as if he doesn't want anyone to know he's even staying with you. it's not like that, he swears! just military habits

"What's with the state of the Marauder then?"

"You think Wrecker can keep things tidy for ten minutes?"

He's an early bird due to his military routine, so he's often up long before you. expect to be tucked in tight with a cup of caf or tea on its way to you when he hears you stir

but sometimes, he just likes to sit in the absolute bliss of freedom. even if it's for a short time before he has another mission with his brothers, he'll relish the contact and hold you close, cradling you like a babe.

moments like this make him feel alive. and it's all he ever wants.

on the rare occasion you wake up first, seeing him sprawled out on one side of the bed, barely covered by your sheets with unkempt hair and a missing bandana makes you melt. an absolute sight to behold, so you'll lay there and take it all in while you have the chance before those unflattering blacks are back on

no matter whats happening, where you are, or what you're doing around your apartment, he will make it his mission to be in your personal space. he wants to make sure nothing happens, and fears the loss if he steps away for just a moment

constant kisses. Hunter relishes in physical touch, and will always place a kiss on your temples, forehead, hands, cheeks, nose, lips, whatever he can reach the fastest. you'll never forget how devoted this man is to you.

even if he's wearing his whole gear and hasn't taken his head piece off yet, he'll delicately bump it to the top of your head if he's got a good enough angle.

he'll melt if you kiss his helmet. maybe he'd consider asking you to put on some lipstick and throw a big ole smooch onto the filter by his cheek so he can take your love with him to battle

"mark my helmet, would you mesh'la? I want to take you with me while I can"

oh no, your heart is missing, where in the galaxies could it have gone?

sweet angel

Wrecker

Where do I even begin?

it won't be the tidiest arrangement by far, but he will always do his best to pick up after himself, even if it's not very often.

arrange a day where you both tidy, with music in the background, and he'll be so gung-ho about helping you clean up! with the occasional dance number during, of course

he'll give you a spin and a dip, and a big ole smooch! very very smily man, god take care of his heart

words of affirmation turn this sweet giant into a puddle of mush, please compliment him

you'll pick up on a few mandoan terms, and will throw them around here and there while you're busy

"Hand me a towel would you, cyar'ika"

"can you grab me that mug from the top shelf, ner cyare?"

his face will light up, eyes well with tears, and he'll scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug, waddle to the couch, and sit with his face buried in your neck, simply repeating the phrases you say in his head. he'd do anything for you to continue getting these sweet words

he's a little bit of an idiot, so sometimes you have to reassure him if you make a joke that he doesn't quite get. you find it endearing, but he worries you think he's not that smart

you can cup his cheek, stare into his eyes, and praise his wonderful mind

movie nights with mantell mix are a staple for this man's date nights. you'll never escape his embrace while watching movies, but you don't mind. he keeps you warm and safe

sleeping arrangements are as such: you're a little spoon. deal with it. he finds it most comfortable, though some nights he'll roll over and will wake up feeling your forehead on his back, and arms wrapping as far across his body as possible. he finds it utterly adorable, and loves it just as much as sleeping with you on his chest

as long as you're by his side, so that when you wake, you can share kisses and make a cup of caf together for the day ahead

"Don't know what I did t' deserve ya... But I ain't lettin' go. Don't even think 'bout it, cyare."

Tech

clean. freak.

everything should be where it belongs after its used, and even you yourself have to get used to it if you're going to be accommodating his stay for a little while

of course, you accommodate willingly, to which he will always attempt to thank you for it, in his Tech ways

anything broken? not anymore

acts of service make his wizard brain hum with glee, so whenever you have an issue you'd like help with, he's already chomping at the bit and listing all the things he'll need to fix whatever ailes your mind

sleeping beside this man could not be more of a rollercoaster

sometimes he wants to cuddle up close, but other times he does indeed need his space. you've made a promise to always ask and find out what he's looking for, and this man practically melts like putty in your hands. god you're an angel in disguise for this troubled soul

with cuddle time, he'll place his hands where they're most comfortable. if they land somewhere spicy, it's simply because of his arm positioning. he's definitely a big spoon and absolutely relishes in the fact that he can make you feel safe. he doesn't mind if you're the only person in the galaxy that depends on him for safety, because he wouldn't have it any other way.

other nights when he needs his space, he'll lay beside you, fingers laced with yours, and wait for you to fall asleep comfortably. if you're talking for a little while, he pushes eye contact. it's his way of apologising for the lack of snuggles, which is equally taxing, but he wants to remind you that you are his world

absolutely a tea lover, and would just about pass away if you brought him a mug of leaf juice on a morning

always sneaking peeks at you, out of pure adoration. he thinks he hasn't been caught, but you caught him long ago, oogling at you fresh out of the shower wrapped in a towel

nice try Hun, maybe next time

hes leaving for a mission? he will break his internal rules and make a mess of your bed, filling it with blankets, pillows, and any soft items he can find. if he has a spare set of blacks, or even some clothes you bought for him as a casual wardrobe, he will make sure it smells like him so you've got extra comfort until he gets back

always telling you that he'll be back in -insert approximate date- but will forever promise to do his best to get back earlier

he won't call you call you petnames, but the way he says your name is so endearing. he says it with passion, and it melts your heart

"It won't take long. Around two weeks if all goes to plan, which is extremely unlikely due to the nature of the mission. But I do insist, I'll come back to you soon, y/n."

Echo

this absolute darling boy has been through the lot

Echo is a tough one, considering he isn't to big on making himself at home anywhere. he's pretty cut and run nowadays but for you? god he'll do his best

he keeps relatively tidy, making sure to help out with the dishes if you ask, or if you're looking pretty tired. he doesn't want you to push yourself when he could easily do it himself

he absolutely shoves a sponge on his scomp. do not @ me about this, imagine the glass cleaning efficiency of this man, god

he's a vivid enjoyer of quality time. while he can't exactly 100% convince himself that you find him comfortable enough to lay with or cuddle, he will always do his best to let you sit where you wish

he'll often ask that you sit on his right side, so he can hold you in his arm and rub gentle circles into your hip or waist as he gets comfy

he is a sleep avoider. you know he's got a lot in his head, and always wants to keep busy, which you're usually fine with, but when it's time to sleep, you'll always do your best to ramble him to sleep. god, this sweet man needs someone to consume his thoughts to ward off the nightmares

you're a big spoon most nights. not because Echo doesn't like spooning you, because he does, he absolutely adores it, but most often, Echo needs that sort of safety net. having familiar arms and weight around him will help him doze, and it'll chase away the bad thoughts clouding his sleep

when you're lil spoon, he will always nuzzle his face into your hair. the smell of your shampoo, and just you in general, is so comforting.

whenever he wakes up in a cold sweat, he feels bad for dampening the sheets, but as you've learned to wake with him in these situations, you always shush him and suggest he take a warm shower while you switch the sheets out for lovely warm ones

echo in a towel. you insist he makes you hot and bothered, and he does believe you every time you say it. he's starting to believe it, and by god you're helping his self esteem more and more each time he stays with you

before he deploys with the batch on a mission, he sits and stares at you, hand cupping your cheek, eyes flickering back and forth between your own

he likes to drink all of you in while he has the chance, and if ever he's thirsty, all he has to do is remember you

you're the last thing he wants to remember if ever he's faced with something anywhere close to Skako again.

"Ner mesh'la... I'll come back for your eyes alone. wait for me, please"

Crosshair

Where to begin?

Nightmare. he can be like having a teen in your home sometimes. snarky comments and sarcasm up the wazoo, but each one of them threatens to get you riled up

he's not the cleanest, but he will keep things in order a majority of the time, helping out with moving things and taking the bins out whenever you need, just so he can keep tabs on you

sharp shooters have sharp eyes, and his are trained like a hawk on you

he isn't the most affectionate, mostly expressing his love to you through teasing and sarcasm.

he likes commenting on your height, or making remarks on your handiwork with whatever you might be doing, though he never intends to be rude about it

sometimes when he's had an iffy day, or he's out of sorts, he'll wander up behind you and snake his arms around your waist, before he nose dives into your neck

he never does much without your explicit consent, but does cast glances often

let's face it. he does not care about what he's wearing around you. including nothing

"Cross- can you please at least put your briefs on?"

"Can you please keep your eyes off me? Cyar'ika, I thought you knew better."

sleeping goes as follows; if you want to spoon, he'll spoon, and hug you close in his sleep

if you want to lay on your back, your chest becomes free real estate.

oh, those are some comfy looking pillows you have there. big, small, or nothing at all, it's a pillow, and it's his

head on chest, hand on waist, absolute KO. he is not waking up

Cross, on the odd occasion, can feel vulnerable around you. when he's away from his work, he'll talk to you about some of the things that happened, and he knows you'll listen to every word, which he can't express his appreciation for

while you're not allowed to touch his rifle, he'll let you sit by him while he cleans it. in fact, he'll appreciate the company. he always does

"I'm off, cyare. Behave while I'm gone, and we won't have problems."

What a tease

#the bad batch #tbb x reader #bad batch x you #the clone wars #fluff #headcannons #hunter x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Okay, this is entirely based on a situation I was in with one of my coworkers.

But, imagine Miguel coming back from HQ, in a bad mood cause he was stuck working with idiots, and he goes straight to the office to check on the other Earths. Lyla warns him to be quiet, he wants to ignore her but just plays along cause he can hear music from in there. He sneaks up, peeks in, and just sees his sweet little lady just GROOVING to some good ole y2k Spanish dance music. I'm talking Daddy Yankee's peak, Shakira, N.O.R.E, that music that got your hips absolutely moving. Bonus points if he's like everyone else and thinks she couldn't dance like that cause she's so "prim and proper" (According to Hobie)

I know I nearly killed my coworker with whiplash when that happened with me lmao gotta keep folks on their toes ~ 🍄

OMG I ACTUALLY MADE A BOT RELATED TO THIS IDEA, time to bring it to life yet again <33 I LOVE THAT FOR YOU THOUGH, 🍄 ANON !! i also dance when nobody's looking, IT JUST FEELS RIGHT OK !! ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he can't look away. — miguel o'hara x reader

fuming and muttering under his breath in anger, miguel rips a portal open into HQ and storms his way in the building. he had yelled his mouth off at a bunch of know-it-alls in his team and disengaged from the situation by storming off back to HQ to gather his thoughts and cool down. when he got there, the place was practically deserted. the only thing that was present in the atmosphere in the whole building was the faint sound of upbeat, lively music that reverberated throughout the empty halls of the building. "what now?" miguel asked himself with furrowed eyebrows as his mask dissipated and he trudged over to where the music was coming from. lyla appeared on his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. "you might not wanna go that way right now." she warned miguel as he wordlessly dismissed the AI assistant.

"i swear, if someone is throwing a fucking party up here, voy a perder la cabeza." miguel muttered to himself as he got up to the floor where the music was playing, and searched for the exact room where the party music was. he didn't bother knocking on the door anymore, he flung the door open and scowled. "what the fuck's going o-" miguel growled, but was soon interrupted by the loud music blaring and ringing in his ears, and the sight of his dearest little lover absolutely jamming to the music. their hips were swaying from side to side, their arms flailing in the air as they let the music overtake their body, doing such bold moves that nobody would believe they were capable of due to how sweet, innocent, prim, and proper they seemed (at least, according to some of the chaotic ones, like hobie, gwen, and pav).

miguel's mouth hung open as he requested lyla to lower the music slightly so he could focus on how his darling was grooving to the music, not having a care in the world as to what was going on around them except for the music carrying them away into the zone. they sang along to the songs and shook their bodies to the beat, with their eyes shut all the while and with a grand smile on their face, they danced and danced until they hit a wall; miguel's broad chest. they looked up at miguel and looked back at his broad chest, they soon got all embarrassed and turned off their speakers and looked down at the ground in embarrassment. miguel raised an eyebrow again at this sudden act of timidity.

"what's wrong? you looked so happy dancing, please..." miguel trailed off as lyla played the music even louder, with miguel taking your smaller hands in his as his face broke out into a small, sweet smile. "...may i dance with you?" he asked you as you looked into his eyes with bright, beaming eyes and nodded, a smile on your face again as you swayed with miguel and danced with him; this little dance party the two of you having together melting away the stress and tension he was experiencing earlier, where all he can focus on is you and the perfect way your body looked while dancing, and how his heart skipped a beat whenever he heard you smile and felt your hands in his as he spun you around and dipped you ever so often.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @fictarian @yuridopted0 @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

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S1E1 – In The Beginning Write Up P3

– Five Years Later (allegedly) and The Present Day

Alright so let’s address the elephant in the room here shall we? The signpost tells us, in no uncertain terms, that the story line has moved on by five years. I have a serious issue with that assertion, and it’s not just because this is in direct contradiction to the storyline in the book. It goes a little something like this:

I cannot believe that Aziraphale and Crowley have left the Antichrist alone for the first five years of his life.

Even if we’re generous here and say that Crowley steps in to replace a nanny that has been present for Warlock’s early years, it simply doesn’t make any sense that they would have sat back and let him develop on his merry way for the most influential years of his life (sorry Neil, but I will die on this hill). The book’s timeline here makes a lot more sense – that both Aziraphale and Crowley are inserted into Warlock’s life within a week of his birth, Aziraphale as the gardener and Crowley as the nanny. At the age of five, they both leave and return immediately as tutors for him, ensuring that they are both present for his entire childhood. With that in mind, I’m going to do something potentially controversial and adopt the book timeline as fact. It just makes more sense. Also that will make my fanfic ideas not only possible but genuinely really feasible. Honestly, I don’t know why the timeline deviates from the book here – this matter aside, the series is a truly excellent adaptation of the book (judged by the fact that I never said “that’s not how it happened in the book” for the whole of series 1. There are a lot of media writers that could learn a lot from Neil on this point – I’m looking at you Discovery of Witches series 2 creative team).

There are two things I find interesting about the short scene that follows (no, one of them is not how well David carries off a skirt, though I do really appreciate the Mary Poppins reference with that costume). Firstly, the positioning of Aziraphale as a gardener. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised that the idea of a garden is brought up again, but I can’t quite make the connection myself. Perhaps there isn’t meant to be one. That said, I would have thought, given his character, Aziraphale might have been more suitable as something like a butler (it would even give him the opportunity to steal food!), which would likely give him more opportunity to interact with Warlock throughout his childhood, so I do feel like there’s something here.

On a tangential (and impossible-to-be-related) note, I saw Nye a few days ago (a play about the founder of the NHS, starring Michael, for those who don’t know what this is) and there was a line in it about Nye and his wife believing their love to be like a garden – he planted the love and she tended to it. It was truly beautiful and touching. I felt like I had a sort of light bulb moment about gardens in GO and then realised that the two productions have nothing to do with one another!

The second thing I noted about this sequence is more something of note than something that has meaning. Having discussed the music/soundtrack for this series in a previous write up, it should come as no surprise that there is a cute little parallel here: the melody Crowley uses for the lullaby he sings to Warlock is the same as the melody for the second motif in the theme tune. It’s slowed down quite considerably, but still recognisable.

Original theme:

Lullaby:

I have to say, I’m a little disappointed we don’t get to hear the rendition of “Three Little Pigs” that we’re treated to in the book. I am not ashamed to say that I laughed very long and very hard when I read it – I have a pretty dark sense of humour. Perhaps this was a little too much for the good ol’ BBC?

Quick item of note from the next scene at Heaven/Hell HQ – this series has escalators instead of an elevator. I had originally assumed that this was the same building as we see being used in series 2 to gain access to Heaven but looking at the background when Crowley and Aziraphale enter the building, it’s clear that it’s a completely different building, which just makes me wonder where exactly the HQ entrance is. There’s a really clever piece of editing at use here too, one which I actually didn’t spot until I was doing this write up.

I hadn’t noticed previously that the duplicate image of the escalator on the floor of the lobby ISN’T a reflection of the physical escalators. On the left, we can see Crowley’s image on a set of escalators going down, whilst we see no reflection of Aziraphale. We even get to see Crowley approach the escalator in the “reflection” after he disappears through the floor, whilst Aziraphale’s reflection disappears from the floor as he approaches the stairs, and both of these things happen as they walk across an area that ripples like water under their feet. I don’t think there’s any hidden meaning in this, I just think it’s a really cool piece of film.

When we see the angel and demon giving their reports to their respective head offices, it’s made clear to us that neither authority has any awareness of their collaboration. In fact, Aziraphale is still held in high esteem by Gabriel and Michael (though perhaps not Uriel and Sandalphon – those two always look like someone just pissed on their nice suits) and is even given permission to continue on his apparently futile mission. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said of Crowley, but as Liggur said earlier in the episode, it would be a funny thing if demons could trust one another anyway.

It’s nice to see that Heaven isn’t so busy that it can’t produce a newspaper for its earthbound agents, complete with weak headlines, worthy of any local rag:

I do not think it a coincidence that the newspaper has been given the title of “Observer” – after all, it’s pretty much all they do up there isn’t it? Watch people? Other than planning Armageddon I mean…

The short scene on the bus also shows us a little more of the dynamic between Crowley and Aziraphale when it comes to planning. It’s clear that the angel is relying on the demon to lead the way and he looks really worried when it’s made apparent that Crowley doesn’t have a plan for a potential emergency situation.

Quick note about the Hell Hound – he’s being housed in a room with a number on it – 2549. Does this mean there have been 2548 Hell Hounds before him? Hastur certainly indicates that he isn’t the only Hell Hound they have (but he is the biggest). Where are the rest of them?

The conversation (which takes place in the grounds of Crystal Palace Dinosaur Park - the repeated reference to dinosaurs being a big joke in this scene is not lost on me) on the park bench is the first time we hear Crowley call Aziraphale by the name “Angel”. Neil has confirmed (here and here) that this isn’t anything other than a factual name to use but I can’t help but feel like it’s affectionate. It’s certainly very familiar and it’s interesting to see that Aziraphale doesn’t repay the favour; perhaps this is to do with the meaning of the words – after all, calling someone “demon” doesn’t feel very polite, does it? Or perhaps it’s just that “Aziraphale” is a bit of a mouthful to say. This is also the first time we are let in to the secret of them having their own side:

AZIRAPHALE: And if he does name it? CROWLEY: Then you and I have lost.

The conversation around the potential murder of an 11-year-old boy presents an interesting side of the relationship between the pair. I don’t think I’m alone in thinking that the suggestion that Aziraphale is capable of killing an innocent child (even if he is the Antichrist) is nothing short of laughable, and Crowley would know this. This suggestion is shared with a rare occurrence of Crowley communicating “secretly” with Aziraphale where the angel doesn’t get the message, and the irony is that Crowley isn’t even being that subtle about it. There’s no doubt that Aziraphale really doesn’t get the drift though:

It’s painful to watch Aziraphale’s thought process here. He knows that Crowley’s logic actually makes sense but he can’t tally that with his own moral compass – it’s a struggle that I think the vast majority of us would go through if put in the same position. Sadly, it’s not like Crowley has much other choice than to suggest Aziraphale does the deed – if he were to do it himself, the repercussions for him would be unthinkable. It’s clear that this is the first time he has raised this idea in the eleven years they’ve been doing this job together and he can’t even say it without his voice breaking (see “one life against the universe”), and once it’s clear that Aziraphale isn’t open to the idea he doesn’t push him or lose his temper. He watches Aziraphale carefully for the whole exchange, without changing his expression, which I take to mean he’s watching for any signs that he’s pushing him too far. All of this tells me he’s only done it because they’re getting desperate.

Alright, it’s time to move on to the little “magic” routine. I find this whole sequence adorable - can we say 1941 vibes? I do find it interesting just how quickly Aziraphale’s mood changes with the idea of him being able to perform some magic again – he’s gone from the contemplation of the ethics of an actual trolley problem (see here if you don’t know what that is) to a smiling, bubbly angel complaining that his companion is “no fun” in mere seconds. For someone who lives their life in eons of centuries instead of years or decades, he’s a remarkably fickle being! It’s pretty blurry in this shot, but just look how happy this angel is:

The hidden communication thread is resumed at normal operation here as Crowley knows exactly what Aziraphale means when he says he could “entertain” – he knows exactly what he means by this and is not amused by the implications.

I also find Crowley’s use of the word “demeaning” an interesting choice here. Usually we might say embarrassing; in fact the dictionary definition of demeaning is to lower the character of somebody, or to make them feel less respected. Whilst I can fully understand why Crowley might be embarrassed by Aziraphale’s pathetic attempts at illusionary magic, I am less clear on why he would find it demeaning. UNLESS. Unless my suppositions about the state of their relationship are correct, in which case they would have already been together (romantically) for almost eleven years at this point. Then it makes a weird sort of sense.

The comic little squabble that follows also makes perfect sense in this context. This couple are in no mood to compromise on this matter; Aziraphale will not be told that he’s a shit magician because he has too much fun doing it (this despite the fact that we know he and Crowley agreed he shouldn’t do magic anymore, but unlike in 1941, there’s no risk of anybody getting hurt if he drops a coin on the floor) and Crowley will not concede that he’s being a killjoy (which goes quite against his character). The spat concludes with Crowley delivering a passive-aggressive threat to Aziraphale, which you can see he instantly reconsiders with a head tilt - probably wise considering how unimpressed the angel is with it.

Side note: the watch that Crowley is wearing (seen at Warlock’s birthday party) appears to be a Devon Tread 1 A, coming in at a cool 18.5K (dollars). The book does make mention of his watch being fucking fashionably expensive but it was custom made for him, with an extra time zone for “Another Place” where the time is always “Too Late”.

Another side note: how many dens did you make as a child? A fair few I’d bet if you were anything like me. Did they ever look as cool as the one that The Them has? Me neither. I mean, just look at all those guns and skeletons used for decoration:

Once we’re back at the book shop, I find it interesting that Aziraphale is intending to imbibe (we don’t actually see him drink any of it) whatever spirit he’s given to Crowley. I’ve no doubt it’s good quality, it’s just unusual to see him drinking hard liquor – perhaps this is simply due to the seriousness of the situation he finds himself in. Their conversation about lying in memos to head office also suggests that Crowley might not be the only one lying to his bosses:

CROWLEY: Everyone stretches the truth a bit in memos to head office, you know that.

Is it me, or is there a sense of “I told you so” to Aziraphale’s lack of sympathy towards Crowley’s despair? Some might say it’s reminiscent of the way a stereotypical nagging wife speaks to their long-suffering husband when he’s done something wrong…

In amongst the dark threat of impending Armageddon, we’re still treated to a little comedy (and perhaps another Clue as to the current status of the relationship between the angel and demon). Crowley’s snappy, and ill-considered, outburst in response to Aziraphale’s almost apologetic confession that he’s wearing a new cologne is well worth a word or two. Let’s say for a second that this pair are not romantically involved at this point in time – is it not a bit strange to think that the person you’re with knows you so well that they would detect that you’re wearing a different perfume than usual? I would think you’d have to be spending a LOT of time in VERY close proximity to that person for that piece of information to be anywhere near their radar. And what’s with the angel’s apologetic tone? Why would you feel the need to be sorry about trying out a new cologne? Aziraphale doesn’t look particularly shocked when Crowley announces that he knows what he smells like, and Crowley’s tone and facial expression suggests he thinks this piece of knowledge is a pretty obvious one.

Here’s my last observation for this episode. Check out just how earnest Crowley is in this delivery:

Despite Aziraphale’s response that he thinks he obviously would, I don’t really feel like he believes this stance, and he’d do anything not to believe that what Crowley is saying is true.

And so concludes the first episode! If you’ve made it this far through my write-up(s) so far, I commend and thank you. I’ll start work on the next episode over the next few days, but in the meantime I’ll also write a master post that I’ll add to as I go along. As always, comments, questions, discussions and any other engagements are welcome.

#good omens #episode analysis #aziracrow #good omens season 1 #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #good omens gabriel #hastur good omens #good omens ligur #good omens michael #good omens uriel #good omens sandalphon #hellhound #good omens adam #head canon #alternative timeline

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rongzhi · 1 month

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ok ive taken a deep breath and steeled myself. what do you think of liu yu

I'm going to put this under a cut because I rambled a little, but I wanted to offer my detailed impression :P Rest assured! No tearing to shreds occurred. He remains intact.

Well, I didn’t know who this guy was, so I took myself to the ole Wikipedia and my first thought was wow! Look at those label names.

Second thoughts: Ooh, dancer. I'm looking forward to see how the dancing is (if he still dances).

I have heard of INTO1 but don't watch idol competition shows, but it's impressive that he placed first. I decided to listen to/watch two songs/performances: his first single, 靠岸, from 2019, and his most recent single from 2023, Focus.

靠岸 didn't seemed to have an official video, so I ended up watching a live performance from a show called Mr. Radio.

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I was pleasantly surprised by this song! Seeing that he had been on Produce Camp, I was expecting a more pop kind of song, but this was a song I could imagine playing in the OT of a drama (in a good way!). I think his performance was a little shaky here, but I sense that maybe he was nervous? Either way, he seems a little shy here, where this song would really benefit from a powerhouse performance. Idk, maybe it was also a sound mixing issue. I like the song, though. Very pretty. I went to listen to the studio recording and it was a lot better—much closer to what I was hoping to get. The oooooh part sort of reminds me of a Zhou Shen song whose title I can't remember at the moment. It was space themed, though. (EDIT: the song I was thinking about was Cassini)

Next up!! Focus. I watched the Official Music Video on Youtube first.

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Coming off 靠岸， I could see from the thumbnail that this song would be closer to the pop sound that I expected, so the things I was interested in seeing was the MV concept and the dancing. On first watch, I didn't really listen to the lyrics much, because there were no captions to read and I can't really tell what people are saying in pop songs anyway.

I have to admit that going into the video with the big gray space only, I thought it was pretty ugly at first. I just think that the CG structure on pale BG concept always looks cheap no matter who does it, though, and Liu Yu seems like a sort of tiny guy, so with all the dancers around him, I initially thought he looked a little swamped by them.

At 0:48 when we got a flash of the all-black cowboy look, again I was a bit disappointed, thinking that there wouldn't be much edge to concepts.

Then we got to the, I'm gonna say, test lab sewer gothic, and I thought "ok, at least that's something". It's definitely be done before but there's more production in that set and look, so at least the whole video isn't just going to be a gray void. The flash of Liu Yu standing in as his own princess was kind of interesting (disappointed this character never showed up in the music video again)

Now I know said I wasn't going to rip him to shreds and that's because....!!! When the beat dropped, I went "ok wait" lol. At 1:03, I witnessed evidence of stage presence and was like "oh we are so back, baby"

Still not a fan of the big pale space, and I think Liu Yu's charisma was most visible in the sewer gothic scenes and weakest in the scenes where he's wearing the silver ice skating outfit looking blouse, but maybe that's just because it distracts you with his little twig body. I personally can't buy into the energy of someone who looks like the most movable object on earth.

3:03 the "yuh" made me laugh tho

MV looks ranked (best to worst):

One thing that I didn't like about the MV (but understand is necessary) was that the video kept cutting right as I thought to myself "Oh, this is a nice bit of dancing", and I wish the shots had been wider on the dance moves instead of cutting him off at the ribs. A wider dance version in the sewer (I know that's not what it was but jhkalfjl) would've been appreciated by me. With that in mind, I decided to see if there was a dance performance video and there was! As suspected, the choreography in the beginning of the song is also just not that strong or compelling to me. It sort of gives intermediate hiphop 2 dance recital. My favorite part of choreo is the breakdown at 2:56.

Anyway, I hope these impressions were sufficient! I didn't check him out on any variety shows so I can't comment much on what I think about his personality, but from a music/performance standpoint, I think he's pretty good. Not really the kind of stuff I listen to anymore but if I still kept up with idols, maybe I'd check him out from time to time :)

#text #answered ask #liu yu

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lavender-at-heart · 1 year

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Dating David bowie:

Pairing: David bowie x gn!reader

Request: hey! if reqs are open, could you please do a general david bowie (late 60s early 70s) headcannons? nothing specific, anything you want to write! ♡

Warnings:

Notes: Thank you for the ask!!!! My requests are open so pop one in if you have the time! Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome and appreciated!<3 also i relize that a lot of my moodboard pics are from later years oops

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Ok let's get one thing straight, David bowie is like top 3 boyfriends to ever exist. I mean just look at him and Iman

But enough about iman this is about you 🤭🤩

Like considering the money and power he has you'd definitely be able to have some super cool abnormal dates

He'd rent out a theme park for the night, and tell you to invite all your friends

You'd go on as many roller coasters as you could and didn't have to wait in a single line

He'd play some stupid game and win you the biggest teddy bear ever

In return you'd win him a matching bear and name the two stuffies after you guys.

You'd also go to the coolest places in whatever city you happened to be in

Sightseeing is a must

You guys take amazing photos and eventually start a photo album shortly after you start your relationship

You always go to his shows, to show your love and support, and because his music is so god damn amazing.

Sometimes you'll be the one to do his makeup before shows

That's also one of the things you do together. He'll do your makeup,you do his.

Sometimes (all the time) he'll ask for you opinions on his wardrobe, which colours to wear that day or which pattern to choose.

Your opinion is the only thing that matters to him and he deeply cherishes your input

You'll design his stage outfits together

He loves shopping for you too, insisting you'd look amazing in anything

"Well love you see, I thought you'd look really pretty in the new Hermes scarf but I couldn't chose a colour...so I bought them all."

While life can sometimes be at energy level 1000, there's also softer more domestic times that both you and David cherish

Waking up at 1pm and cooking breakfast together>>>>

You guys enjoy trying new cooking or baking recipies

Movie nights are a must

Just cozying up on the couch and putting on a comfort movie

You guys also paint together

David loves to draw and paint you it helps him relax from a stressful day

Sometimes things can be difficult with Davids mental and physical health, but you both try your very hardest to help him.

Staying home alone just the two of you can do wonders for his attitude

Reading books together is a must too

Sometimes you'd introduce him to a new book because you think it would make a killer song

And as much as David's fame is a blessing it can be a curse to

It's very hard to have complete privacy for long periods of time

And sometimes you have feelings of doubt on whether you are good enough

But you channel that doubt into a new adventure

You'd try all sorts of fashion,hair and makeup styles and see which ones david liked the most

If your the type to get your nails done then he is all ears. He loved to come with you to the salon, help pick colours, styles, ect

"What about stars- glitter stars???!!!" 😮

Of course with his line of work you sometimes have to be separated for long periods of time, but he always makes it up to you

He'll come home at 2 in the morning bearing gifts of the questionable variety

You'll be all tired and just see him holding a giant duck

"See it only looks like a duck, it's actually and lamp that doubles as a makeup storage kit!"

"...what?❤️"

You'd buy a big ol' house in the middle of nowhere to start your lives together

He'd fill it with the most wonderfully peculiar art pieces

You'd love getting to design a home together

Needless to say life with David is never dull

#david bowie x reader #david bowie #david bowie headcannons

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songs i associate with redacted audio characters - speaker edition

!! CW FOR MENTIONS OF ADDICTION, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, AND AARON & ELLIOTT'S BACKSTORY !!

this is gonna be exactly what it says on the tin. there'll be some explanations under the cut for what im doing w this!

to keep it brief, im giving each of the characters under the cut three songs from my playlists of them, and go into a little detail on why i chose them/have them in their playlists. sounds simple, right? i'll also be including links to the songs if you want to add them to your own playlists!

with that, let me explain what the fuck is up shjdkfdsh

so a bit of context: i grew up writing karaoke fanfics on wattpad, which if you don't know, were reader-submitted requests for specific characters to sing songs within a short story, mainly in a group setting at karaoke. this has made me extremely specific with music and assigning them to characters, along with finding "singing voice-claims" for characters. so, i have some credentials when it comes to this stuff fjdhsgshjgd

with that explanation out of the way, onto the fun! one of the songs listed for each of them will be their svc (singing voice-claim), except for gavin, because i'm still working on finding his svc (i am leaning towards dpr ian for him though because... don't go insane. yeah)

if that all makes sense...

let's go!

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gavin

horns - bryce fox

; so this is the song i used as the title for my big ol' gaviant smut i wrote (shameless plug shhhhh). this song is just so gavin, especially season one gavin. the sex appeal that oozes from it, the way the singer wants the subject so badly even if he knows she's bad for him. like, s1!gavin wasn't a bad guy, but he was kind of morally ambiguous in a way that could be read as toxic. however, as freelancer's relationship with him deepened, we learn that he values consent and being authentic, something other concubi don't. what can i say, i like good character growth.

human - dodie

; this was one of the first songs i put on his playlist, and for good reason. this song, to me, is freelancer singing this about and to gavin. it's about connection, it's about wanting to see what the other person is like under the persona they've created. this song is what happened when freelancer began learning about gavin past the "sex daemon" persona, but its also what happened when gavin learned about freelancer and how they were more than a "jack-of-a-trades mess of a human". listen i love the two of them so much.

sweet tooth - scott helman

; a more recent addition to my playlist, this one also makes a lot of sense to me. this song is about addiction, and while gavin like, literally needs feelings of desire to live, it also can be said that he probably has had an unhealthy relationship with sex in the past. i also just really like this song. but i think gavin has healed a lot of his attitudes towards his fellow concubi, with freelancer's help and of his own personal efforts.

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elliott

dream boy - waterparks

; we have reached our first official svc! awsten knight of waterparks is my elliott svc. does this is really match my face claim for him? kinda? i had this svc waaay before i had josh hutcherson as elliott actually. but, to talk abt the song itself, i mean. c'mon now. it's literally elliott to sunshine. the vision in my brain is that elliott sings this at karaoke before he and sunshine get together, but are definitely both pining hardcore for each other. there's something about the playful flirty energy of this song that reminds me of elliott in the best way imaginable. he's just a little dorky, what can i say!

wasted summers - juju

; i like some angst! im not all fluff and humor and smut. i appreciate a good angst now and then. my brand of angst is just kind of specific. you'll see that in a sec. but this song just reminds me of elliott and aaron for obvious reasons. how aaron grew up too fast cuz of their parents, how aaron felt jealous and angry over elliott telling him and their mom about magic, how elliott told sunshine he's the protective type because of how he grew up (side note i have many thoughts abt elliott & blake and protection vs possession if anyone would be interested lmao). their relationship just makes me go a bit insane /pos.

still got it - troye sivan

; ALRIGHT THIS REQUIRES A BIT OF AN EXPLANATION. so i basically have a whole mv planned in my big ol' brain around this song, and around the concept of: what if scorpius' memory erasing worked for longer? what if elliott genuinely thought, for a bit, that he and sunshine had a bad breakup, but that he still loved them? and still "wanted them back"? only to then have the memories, the real ones, come back in a flood of sensory overload and horrible realizations? see? i like angst. :]

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porter

brutus - the buttress

; first things first, i dont support this band due to their transphobic comments. that being said, this song is incredibly porter-coded. "my whole life you were a teacher and friend to me / please know my actions are not motivated only by envy" - like this is just about will and vincent. i don't have to explain further.

we don’t have to dance - andy black

; porter's svc! i liked this song for him cuz i imagine treasure is the first person in a loooong time that porter has actually wanted to stay around, even though he's so used to these one night stands and passionate scenes. and even though he really likes treasure, he still goes back to the old him: offering just to dance, just to fuck, just for this to be casual.

car lights - james marriott

; so i have a little headcanon that porter's maker was someone that porter was dating in secret because he (maker) was the kind of guy who would say homophobic things in front of others, but would end the night with his tongue down porter's throat (or something like that). this song is about that kind of experience: worried you're about to be caught despite it feeling so fucking good. also, this song just kinda slaps.

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lasko

stutter - marianas trench

; this song just makes sense, not just in the fact that lasko stammers and stutters a lot when talking (especially when he's excited, god hes adorable) but also in that lasko is basically a hyperverbal autistic/auDHD person who constantly talks even when they don't have the energy to do so (totally not projecting what) and i think that's representation we don't always see. also, imagine him finding this song and dancing to it? yeah.

eraser - ricky montgomery

; lasko's svc! does this surprise anyone? actually it might. i love ricky montgomery so much, his debut album is one of my favorite pieces of music out there and i think he's such a talented artist. his range and subject matter in his songs always screamed lasko to me, and ricky's vocals just match lasko so much. this song is about being socially awkward, which like. yeah. i have like four or five ricky songs on my lasko playlist which is really funny actually hgjkfdhsdh!

my mother wants me dead - carolesdaughter

; lasko "mommy issues" moore anyone? yeah this song is that. i know i could have gone for the mitski mommy issues, but something about lasko tells me his mommy issues are like rage. like, as much rage as lasko can have towards a person. the damn fam and their mommy issues. this song also plays into my hc that lasko used to smoke before starting at D.A.M.N., picking it up after the inversion, and then quitting again once he started healing and met coworker.

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guy

fallin’ for you - r5

; as you all know by now, ross lynch is my guy faceclaim. and while i love the driver era (a kiss is also on my guy playlist, it is in fact the best tde song), ross' voice during the r5 era actually suits guy a little more to me if im being honest. also, its a hc of mine that guy's family did music, but guy had a really bad falling out with his parents and it kinds ruined things for a while. r5!ross's vocals are higher than now, since this was during the disney era, but this song is just too perfect to me not to use for guy.

30/90 from tick…tick…BOOM!

; i mentioned this in my face claim post, but i had andrew garfield as my guy face claim because of this song from the movie. it's just like literally guy tho. we know guy's a writer, we know how writers are. as a writer myself (not professionally), "30/90" is more than just representation of someone wanting to peak before their past "the right age"; this is about creatives wanting to make something that will last longer than their life, and that just screams guy to me. i don't think he wants to be famous, but i think he wants to have a legacy of media he creates last longer than himself.

honey - troye sivan

; listen. "something to give each other" is my favorite album from 2023, and most of those songs remind me of one redacted character or another, so if there's a lot of songs in my playlists from this album, shush. anyways, this song is an obvious choice for guy since it's titled "honey", but if you listen to it, it actually is a pretty sweet (eh? eh??) song. it's about falling for someone and wanting to be with them, and since its a fandom wide hc that guy probably fell in love with honey upon first meeting them, this plays into that idea. look i just love how much of a simp guy is for honey, what can i say?

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if i have any more energy to do more of these i will, but my spring break ends soon so we'll see. also, i managed to make height charts for redacted audio characters & listeners if anyone would wanna see those (they would include my listener oc's). also, if you have any songs you think fit the bois, i may open my asks again if you want to send those to me :0

#redacted audio #redacted audio headcanons #dog.txt #gavin #elliott #porter #lasko #guy

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hotpinkboots · 2 years

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can i ask for red guy headcanons with an o/s who loves his voice, shutting duck down whenever he interrupts him, or asks him to talk to him even if he's deprecating and occasionally flirts when they're alone or in front of duck and the yellow boy saying things like: "how do you make yourself look more handsome every day?"

"I would never leave you alone, I would be crazy to lose sight of such a masterpiece" "I don't know if I woke up in a good way or just a sun came to beautify the landscape *stares at him*" "perhaps you think your voice is monotonous and boring , but it's music to my ears" you know, sorry if it bothers you :(

you are very talented!

Keep going!!

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~ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕪 x Flirtatious!Reader Headcanons~

(the gif basically his reaction)

OH MY BOOTS IT'S THE FIRST ACTUAL REQUEST FOR DHMIS THANK YOUUUU ✨

~Enjoy~

★★★★

ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕪

★★★★

~He actually appreciates it when you make Duck shut up. Duck tends to just interrupt a lot and argue, so Red just sits there like " 😐 " when he's basically being ignored.

~When you start complimenting him like that, he doesn't know what to think. Like, his brain kind of breaks for a moment.

~You can bet he'll be smiling under that yarn.

~Then he modestly accepts the compliment.

~As long as it's not something that could make him uncomfortable, he'll be happy about it.

~He doesn't want you to say all that mushy stuff around Yellow and Duck! Duck will boast about how he's better than Red, and Yellow will think you two are cute and ask embarrassing things like "hAvE you two kISSED yet :D"

~Then they'll both be teasing him, and that's a bit more than he can handle. Poor guy.

~"How do you get more and more handsome everyday?"

~"...Well, I didn't do anything different...But thank you..."

~He doesn't know what on Earth to do with all this love you've brought upon him.

~Complimenting his voice will make him scoff. You're lying, there's no way you like his boring ol' voice.

~But he realizes he's wrong when you tell him it's music to your ears, and when you ask him random things just to hear him speak.

~He could be in the middle of answering something, when he stops for a second and looks at you, while you're just smiling at him, waiting for him to continue.

~"...You just wanted to hear me talk, didn't you?"

~You give a little nod.

~Red shakes his head and chuckles. You're weird. He likes it.

~Straight up flirting rather than just compliments REALLY make a mess of him. He can accept compliments, but anything more and he's more dead than Duck was that one time.

~Could either just stare at you and not know what to say and tilt his head, fidget his hands around and give a shy little chuckle, or get all awkward.

~Either way the reaction is adorable.

~Sometimes it might overwhelm Red a bit, so make sure you give him a break sometimes.

~He has so many things he wants to compliment you on, too, he just isn't good with words and when it comes down to it, he just admires from afar.

~You think he'd be the type to not really notice or care about little details about you, but he always does notice, and he always does care (EVEN THOUGH HE SUCKS AT SHOWING IT LOLLL). He's trying :')

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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! Pumpkin Carving With Eri And Shinsou !

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scenario:- a day of pumpkin carving with eri and shinsou !

pairing:- Hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader, eri x reader x shinsou x dadzawa (platonic)

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it was almost halloween and you and shinsou just found out eri had never carved a pumpkin before!

You could NOT let her go another halloween without carrying out this tradition!

so you got a pumpkin from the paatch nearby and set everything up

shinsou closed eri's eyes from behind and walked her into the garden

she was prepared for her surprise!

when he pulled back his hands for her to see the entire station you'd set up (complete with some candy and cookies and juice and water in case yall got hungry)

she was so happy!

she had no idea what you were gonna do so the two of you explained it to her.

her eyes went wide and she smiled the widest smile you'd ever seen and Both your hearts almost meltedd

first you scooped out each of your pumpkins' guts(shinsou did eris too)

next you googled some designs.

eri chose a cat pattern and shinsou made a skull witha smaller pumpkin inside like a brain

you went for a classic ol jack o' lantern

after you had traced out the templated onto the pumpkins,the cutting began

you let eri try a little before you and shinsou alternated between helping her while you carved your own pumpkins

half way through you decided to put on some music and picked a halloween playlist from spotify

the moment 'spooky scary skeletons' started playing,shinsou took your hand and you started to dance around the lawn

he spun you around and at one point you tripped and landed on the grass laughing out loud.

eri who was a witness to all of this started to laugh too and it once again warmed your hearts to see her so happy

just as you were getting up off the grass,monster mash started playing and you carried eri on over to dance with her

shinsou went back to the station and watched with a smile on his face as you and the little girl had the time of your lives.

but after the song ended you got back to work and one snack/dance break later you were done!

you got some floating candles and lit them before promptly placing them inside.

you carried the pumpkins inside after cleaning them and the station up a bit and placed it outside ur room doors

eri ran to show mr aizawa her jack o lantern and you stood there and watched as she babbled on about how much fun she'd had

shinsou leaned his head on yours and exhaled.hed been scared shed get hurt the whole time

but now everything was done and he was happy you'd had the idea to do this.

after you had fully cleaned up you walked into the kitchen to see mr aizawa making himself a cup of coffee

he turned to the two of you and thanked you for giving eri a good time

"it was all y/n's idea aizawa sensei" said shinsou as he placed his arm aroun ur shoulders before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"hmmm either way thank you.she really did enjoy herself"

with that he walked out of the kitchen and looked back to the two of you

Dadzawa totally #Ships yall

after that you head on to his room and have a nice nap

you were both poofedd after all!

eri's pumpkin:-

shinsou's pumpkin:-

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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ritzy-reminiscence · 6 months

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Slamdunk headcanons plss

─🏀─ Slam Dunk : Secret Santa !

⸝⸝ tl;dr : features the starting five, kogure, as well as haruko + ayako ; and what they'll put down in their wishlists for secret santa !

⸝⸝ note : hii, anon ! i'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but i hope you enjoy it either way :DD might as well do a little something-something for the holiday season <33

Hanamichi Sakuragi 🌸

he'll accept anything, to be honest !

maybe some cool shoes ? some funky shirts ? a box of red hair dye ? he'll cherish them all !!

or maybe just plain money, he's not picky ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

if anything, though, i feel like he'd prefer a hangout as a gift rather than material items, ykwim ? i'm talking trips to the amusement park with his friends, window-shopping through shops that he'll never be able to afford (SOBS) point is, he'd rather spend quality time with his friends rather than wish for material things <33

he'd probably bullshit his wishlist though, like he'll write down a whole recipe like "Let's prepare the ingredients you need for honey chicken .. !! :DD"

Ryota Miyagi ⚡

ayako

no but he'd actually write her name down as a joke ... but is it really a joke ...

honestly this is a tough one, but just like Sakuragi I think he'll accept anything as long as the thought's in it :DD

i feel like he'd like some candy, though ?? specifically sour candy, as sour as he can handle !! or just plain food stuff in general ! nothing like receiving food for xmas amirite or amirite

like sakuragi he'll also bullshit his wishlist like "Congratulations Ma'am/Sir, you've won a BRAND NEW IPHONE !! Text ur COMPLETE NAME / AGE / ADDRESS / # / CREDIT CARD INFO to claim !! Congratulations !!!! :O :O :O"

Kaede Rukawa 💤

cats. that's it. that's all you need to know.

cat plushies, cat notebooks, cat pens, cat toys, actual cats, big cats, small cats, he'll take them all

and you know what ... throw in a neck pillow for him as well . he needs his sleep yk, don't wanna wake up to a stiff neck in the middle of bball practice

AND !! new earphones, in case the one he's using breaks down and you know he needs his music to function (and also to block out a certain redhead when he gets too noisy....)

Hisashi Mitsui 🦷

polident denture adhesive

also a hard one to think for, actually ! but i think he'd like some basketball magazines, maybe even sportswear ! some good ol' posters of his favorite bball players would be nice too .

he would also appreciate a kneepad, in red and black just like the one he currently uses ! AND he'll fold if you give him shoes, trust me i was there to witness it

OH !! and comics ; i feel like he'd like comics aa

Kiminobu Kogure 👓

my first thought ? books ! any type, he doesn't mind, but he does have a preference for historic novels, and thrillers/mysteries are always really fun to get

my second thought ? those miniature dollhouse sets that you can build ! either that, or lego !! i headcanon him as someone who really likes to build those sets so :DD

also would like cardigans or sweaters, turtlenecks specifically ! he gotta stay warm for the cold winter season !!

Takenori Akagi 🦍

oo boy ,, yet another tough one ! but just like mitsui i think he'll appreciate basketball magazines and merch ,, and maybe gym equipment ? doesn't even need to be branded or expensive, as long as it helps him work out

OOH and books too ! much like kogure he likes books too, and for him any will do !! (and don't tell anyone this but he'd kill for a nice romance book shh)

Haruko + Ayako

haruko strikes me as someone who likes to scrapbook, if that even makes sense ?? like, she likes to cut and paste stuff she thinks is interesting and put them in a notebook dedicated to such things, and even write little annotations on the sides !

and because of that i think she'll like brush pens and pastel-colored highlighters !! she'd love some stickers too, and prints that she can rip up and arrange in her own special way ; shes so cute ilhsm

AND AYAKO !! ayako .. gives it girl energy. And because of that I think that she'll put clothes in her wishlist ! bell bottoms, flare pants, crop tops, tank tops, the list goes on. She'd love some shiny hair pins too ! magpie ayako supremacy !!

ALSO remember the caligraphy she wrote after shohoku lost to kainan ?? because of that i think she'd also like some good quality brushes and inks to write with :DD

#slam dunk #slam dunk anime #slam dunk headcanons #sakuragi hanamichi headcanons #ryota miyagi headcanons #rukawa kaede headcanons #kiminobu kogure headcanons #takenori akagi headcanons #haruko akagi headcanons #ayako slam dunk headcanons #i lvoe them all so much its not even funny #anw happy holidays guys :DD #also does anyone know what ayako's last name is ?? i dont think weve seen her mention her last name like .. EVER TOT #୨୧ solari writes ! ₊˚

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mostmouse · 1 year

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I've never been more grateful to find a blog than I have been with yours, your writing is gr8 and I SO appreciate that you write smut/dark themes but don't touch incest stuff, it's such a relief, bless you 🙏🏽

THAT SAID, I would love to make a request if I can!! I've been thinking really hard about soft yandere Cove Holden lately and would die for some smut about him breaking into GN/male MC's house while they're in the shower <3 Ideally the two would be in a long term relationship already and he simply has a habit of doing this to them and they're okay with it lmao 😌

Thank you in advance even if you choose not to do this one, just for being around and for sharing your fics with us!! —🦋

Nothing with wrong with people who are into it! I write graphic violence and noncon, so I will not be throwing stones from my glass house haha hope you like this! :)

Good Ol' Fashioned B & E (AO3)

Cove just so happens to find your window open, while you just so happen to be in the shower. He decides he's unable and unwilling to hold himself back from reminding you who you belong to.

(Cove Holden x m!reader, explicit, 3,600 words, soft yandere themes)

Cove parked his car in front of your house, sighing and ruffling his hair. Since the sun stayed out longer in the summer, he found himself giving surfing lessons late into the evening. By the time he packed up his things, it was well into the night.

Rolling his shoulders, he slipped out of his car, locking it and tossing his keys into his messy and overflowing work bag. However, once he made it up to your door, he realized he needed them to get in. Tossing his head back and groaning, he tugged his bag towards the front of his body before shaking his head.

Walking around to the side of your place, he swung himself up onto the eaves and atop the first floor roof. Wiggling one of the windows up in your hallway, he smirked as it opened easily, unlocked. Hauling himself in, he looked around, the lights off all around him.

Walking softly towards your bedroom, he kicked his shoes off before he heard soft music. Humming to himself, he pushed your door open, greeting your pet before looking towards the master bath. Licking his lips, he felt his face flush hotly. Padding over to the door, he cracked it open, groaning quietly as he heard the shower running and saw the curtain closed.

Letting out a tense breath, he closed his eyes as he saw your boxers on the tiled floor. Palming himself gently through his loose jeans, he stood there, listening as you hummed along, picturing your perfectly imperfect body in the shower.

Biting his lip, he quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, tugging his boxer briefs down as well. Tugging his hair free of his ponytail, he silently made his way to the shower, peeking in slowly. Slipping past the curtain, he faced your bare back, smirking.

Not wanting to wait a moment longer, his arms quickly wound around your waist, biting your shoulder as you screamed. In your panic, you grabbed at his hands, wiggling in his grasp, moaning as his teeth sunk deeper into your soft skin.

“C-Cove?” Your voice was breathless, chest heaving as the shock left you just as quick.

Cove leaned forward, catching your ear between his teeth, his voice low, “You shouldn’t leave your windows unlocked, someone could easily break in… Someone with less than pure intentions.” Kissing you softly over your ear, he loosened one arm to rub it across your chest, kissing your shoulders and nibbling around where he had bit you.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning back into him as you felt him start to get hard against your lower back. “Yeah, I know. I’m trying to invite this one- ah!” Shuddering as he bit you again, you rubbed yourself against him. “This one really cute guy. Y-You’ve might’ve seen him around here before.” Sighing contentedly, you let him nudge your head to the other side, covering you in marks equally there as well. “He’s tall and fit… And he has the most handsome ocean eyes and prettiest long hair.”

You felt him nuzzle you, his happy humming surrounding you. Laughing, you brought your hand up to his head, petting his tangled hair. Cove tightened his grip around you, the arm still resting against your tummy drifting downwards. Stiffening, you whimpered as he wrapped a hand around your hardening shaft.

“Seems like you were hoping he’d find his way here tonight.” His voice was husky as he stroked you, letting you melt into his arms. “How naughty of you… I’ll have to show you what happens if you let just any man crawl through your window at night.”

Shuddering against his hold, the arm wrapped around your chest tightened as did his fist. Crying out, you bucked your hips against him. His fingers slipped across your nipple, mouth nibbling across you as he listened to you moan for him. “Cove~”

Face warm, he whimpered against you, hand moving faster as you shook in his grip. “Ahh! Fuck- Cove!” His fingers danced over your skin expertly, squeezing the base of your cock before loosening up and slipping to your tip, where he traced you with his fingertips, before repeating himself. “I- Ahh!”

Rolling your hips back, you tried to grind against him, whimpering as his hand left your chest to squeeze your package. Moaning, you thrust into his hand, your own arms winding around his neck where he stood behind you. His hands were unrelenting, feeling you tremble against his broad chest.

“This is what you wanted? For a cute boy to crawl through your window and wreck you? Want me to ruin you? My cute little boyfriend is so dirty, such naughty fantasies. Better make it up to me, baby, cum for me and I’ll forgive you.” Cove’s cheeks were burning, the dirty talk falling off his tongue as he jerked you off, feeling your perfect ass so close to his throbbing cock.

You felt your climax within you, hips shaking as he squeezed you tightly. “Fuck! Cove!” Moaning loudly, you felt his hands move, one closing into a fist around your base as the other pinched your tip. Crying out, you shook your head, “Cove! Please! Fuck, let me cum for you, please!”

You could feel the wave of pleasure ebbing away as he kissed your shoulders, hands pulling away from you and resting on your hips. You whimpered as he turned you, arms falling to your sides as you hid your face against him. “Aww, my poor thing… You wanted to waste your cum? Just let it go down with the water? You know better. Where are the only places you’re allowed to cum?”

Sighing against him as he moved his shaft to be pressed against yours as best he could considering the height difference, you felt your mind go blank. Basking in the feeling of his burning wet body against yours, you didn’t notice how he huffed above you, one hand pulling away before spanking you. Crying out, you dug your nails into him, listening through his chest as he hissed.

“I asked you a question.” His voice was husky above you, his hand slowly jerking off both your cocks as they were pressed together.

You panted, drool pooling in your mouth, “I- What? W-What did, ahhh~ what did you say?” Your hips moved gently, rubbing the underside of your cock against his.

Cove smiled above you, almost wanting to just whisk you away and make love to you in bed, but mostly he wanted to see you fall apart and beg for him, to remember who you belonged to and how he belonged to you. You were too cute and precious for your own good, he wanted to tease you, to squeeze you until you snapped in half.

Leaning back from where you were pressed to his chest, he nuzzled your nose sweetly. “I asked you where you’re allowed to cum?” He idly kissed across your face, hand moving slowly between you. Listening to you moan lowly, he nibbled your lip.

Ocean eyes stared intently at you, an obsessive love swirling within them. Leaning forward, you kissed him softly, sighing through your nose. Breaking away, you rocked your hips into his, panting slightly. “O-Only allowed to cum in-inside you and, haah~ in your m-mouth.”

Cove bit his lip, hand moving faster between the two of you, watching as your brows knit upwards. His other hand pet your tummy before moving to grab your ass. “That’s right, you have to be my good boy and save your cum for me. Can you do that?”

Both your cheeks were flushed, pleasured expressions facing each other. Whimpering, you nodded, fingertips playing with his sensitive nipples. Moaning loudly, his voice echoed off the shower walls as he tipped his head back. “Fuck~ Good boy. So perfect for me.” Swallowing thickly, he let go of both your cocks, hissing as you scratched down his chest. “C’mon, let's get cleaned up before we go to bed. Can you do that for me?”

You groaned aloud, pouting at him. However, Cove merely smiled down at you, giggling softly. Leaning around you, he purposefully avoided your puppy dog eyes, grabbing shampoo and lathering your head up. Humming softly to the music that he could hear once more, he tilted you up by your jaw, smooching you with puckered lips.

Trying to fight the smile off your face, you let him rinse your hair. Sighing, he applied conditioner before you nudged him to the side and helped him into the water. “Gotta get my perfect boy washed up, too. God knows your hair is full of sand.” He smiled at you, loving expression watching you closely as you repeated his actions with him.

Kissing his throat, you massaged his shampoo into his hair, careful of the saltwater knots. Cove’s hands drifted down your sides, tracing your curves and stretch marks. “I love you.” Sighing against his slick skin, you nuzzled him.

“I love you, too. My precious boy. You’re all mine, forever. And I’ll always be yours.” Cove’s heart thumped at your words, passionate obsessive flames within his soul burning hotly. You were all his, forever. You’d never leave him, and he’d never leave you. He’d absorb you into his body if he could, just so you’d always be together.

Switching places, you let the water cascade over your conditioned hair, Cove lathering up on soap and rubbing you down. He giggled in front of you, lathering you up and playing in the bubbles. Your cock was still achingly hard, memories of your lost orgasm rolling in your lower belly. He was careful to wash all over you, turning you in his grip as the suds washed off your chest as his hands rubbed you down.

Kissing your freshly washed neck, his hands slipped further down, one holding your hip as the other circled your tight rim. Whimpering, you braced your hands on the shower wall. “Cove…” His name was just a whisper, waiting to see what he would do.

Cove hummed behind you, gently circling you. With a kiss to the shell of your ear, you felt his fingertip push past you gently, shallowly entering you. Sighing softly, you leaned forward, hips subtly rocking back. Slowly easing deeper inside you, he basked in your soft sounds and hot body.

However, he didn’t stay inside you for long, slipping out and cleaning the rest of you as if nothing happened. You whimpered, forehead resting on your hands. “Cove~” You whined disappointedly, wiggling your hips and looking at him over your shoulder.

He just tilted his head innocently. Pouting, you switched places with him, cheeks hot. “You’re such a tease tonight…” Copying him, you grabbed his body wash and cleaned him up. Eyes flicking up to him as he lathered his hair with conditioner, you slowly moved downwards towards his lengthy shaft.

Eyes looking down, you held in a moan at the sight, thick seafoam bush and swollen cock hanging down, water flowing down it freely. Finally dragging your eyes away from it, you looked back up at him, squeaking as his heated stare made contact with you.

His gaze was passionate and it had you swallowing thickly. “C-Cove?” He growled as you said his name, belly hot and tight as he thought how perfect it sounded falling from your lips. Gritting his teeth, he rinsed himself off, grabbed your cheeks and shoved his tongue into your mouth as he pressed you against the wall.

Moaning loudly, your voice was muffled against his mouth. His tongue pet yours, tracing the inside of your teeth as his rough hand grabbed your cock once more. You tried to pull away but he was unrelenting, swallowing all your sounds as he pumped you quickly. Dragging your nails down his back, you helplessly humped his fist, whimpering against him.

Puffing through his nose, he moaned against you, hand leaving you and grabbing your hips. He ground against you, breaking away and panting heavily. “Fuck! You’re so- ahh!” He bit your shoulder, listening to you moan as he tried to collect his thoughts. He wanted you so badly, that cute look in your eyes as you leered at his big cock. He needed to fuck you, needed you to be begging him to let you cum.

Leaning back down, he bit your lip, dragging it between his teeth before breaking away. Finally, his burst of energy passed and he peered down at you, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy. He didn’t break eye contact with your dazed expression as he leaned back and shut off the water. Dragging the curtain open, he finally looked away, grabbing the both of you towels and handing one to you.

The both of you dried off quickly and silently, the music echoing around you as you heard Cove groan every few moments, his ocean eyes lustfully raking over you with every move you made. You couldn’t help but whimper, feeling his charged energy in the air, knowing he was moments away from pounding you and marking you up as his.

You loved when he was like this, as if nothing else mattered than claiming you and making you his. Finally dry enough, Cove tossed both your towels to the floor, grabbing you around the wrist and dragging you into your bedroom, shuddering at the air conditioning.

Tossing you onto your bed, he grabbed a bottle of lubricant out of your drawer, meeting your eyes again as he stroked himself. “Who do you belong to?” You whimpered, whispering his name. His wanton gaze didn’t change as his eyes fell down to your flushed shaft. “Who does this pretty cock belong to?”

You threw your arm over your eyes, blushing. “You, Cove. I-It’s all yours.” He growled above you, clean hand gripping your forearm and pinning it above your head. Gasping, you moaned, his strong arms flexing above you.

“Who owns that tight ass of yours?” You lifted your legs subconsciously, spreading them so he could reach you easier.

“You, Cove! Fuck!” However, to your frustration, he let go of you, disappearing from your line of sight. With a shout, you stared at the ceiling for a moment before shouting, “Cove!” Leaning on your elbows, you quickly fell back against the blankets again, crying out as he swallowed your cock.

Moaning loudly, you laid on your back, hands pulling his wet hair as he took your cock deep into his throat. “Fuck! I-I can’t! It’s too much!” After him edging you and touching you all during your shower, you thought you might burst. Whimpering at how easily he was getting you off, you bucked up into his mouth.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Cove, please! Please let me cum in your mouth- ahh!” His hand came back to your package, squeezing it in his palm gently. You shuddered, moaning loudly as you rolled your hips up, crying out sharply as you finished on his tongue.

Cove moaned lasciviously around your shaft, eyes closing with flushed cheeks. Swallowing every drop, he sucked on your tip, his hand pumping your shaft as he massaged your package. You arched your back, unable to get a good look at him as your eyes were lidded in blissful pleasure.

Panting as he popped off you, he crawled back up your body. Kissing your cheeks, he moved to nuzzle into your hair. “Good boy… Cumming down my throat, not wasting any bit of your delicious cum. I think you deserve a reward.” His voice was husky and you shuddered.

“P-Please…” Cove grinned at your soft voice, hands grabbing you behind your knees and lifting your legs. You blushed, covering your face with your hands, “Cove…” Once your legs were secure and pinned around his waist, he smiled softly.

Kissing you chaste on the lips, he nuzzled your nose. “I wanna see my good boy fall apart. Wanna watch you beg for my cock, screaming for me to pound this tight ass hard.” Kissing you again, “Can you be good and do that for me?”

Whimpering once more, you nodded. Cove smirked, leaning back. Using one hand, he guided his slick cock to your tight rim. You sighed, relaxing into the bed as he gently pushed inside.

Cove couldn’t help but moan, watching your blissful expression as he pressed his lengthy cock inside you. Licking his lips, he leaned forward, resting one palm on the side of your head. Looking up at him, his hair a curtain around his handsome face, you smiled softly. Cheeks flushed, you moaned his name quietly.

Moaning hotly, he finally bottomed out inside you, listening to you groan. Your heat wrapped around him in a vice, tight without any stretching done before. You panted below him, flexing your hands where you moved to rest them on either side of your hand. Cove smiled, moving so that his hands were intertwined with yours.

Leaning down, he kissed you softly, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Sighing, he rocked his hips against you, moving only a bit before slipping back inside. You moaned aloud, hands tightening around his. “Cove~ more, please.”

Cove swallowed thickly, nodding and grinning. Leaning back, you let go of his hands as he held your hips. You watched with flushed cheeks as he pulled back just to shove himself in. You tossed your head back as Cove began a rough pace. Slipping one leg down, he anchored one foot on the floor with his knee on the bed.

Watching your body closely, he jerked his hips back, shoving them against you before pulling back and repeating. He gasped for air as your body squeezed around his cock, whimpering as you slid against the bed, cheeks heated and mouth open as you moaned loudly.

Gripping your legs, he moved them to be against his chest, basking in your sounds of pleasure and as your bodies came together. Whimpering, he closed his eyes, feeling himself drool at the feeling of you. “Ahh~ Ah! Fuck!” His voice was strained, feeling his climax approach, the teasing in the shower not helping him last.

You moaned below him, watching as his hair bounced, tanned skin darkening with a full body blush. “C-Cove~ inside, please, ahh!” His hips faltered, and with a sharp cry, he pressed against your belly, tugging your hips higher as he tried to pound against your sweet spot.

Crying out, you whipped your head to the side, trying to hide your face. Curling your leg, you tugged yourself higher against him, cock sinking deeper inside you and brushing your p spot with every frenzied thrust. You tugged at the blankets, pulling them up on either side of you as you arched in his grasp.

Cove panted, watching you carefully, body on fire. You were so tight around him, he couldn’t think. Whimpering, he felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes as he screwed them shut, moaning uncontrollably as he pounded you against the soft bed. “Fuck! Ahh! F- ahh~ Cumming, ah! I’m, haah!~”

You watched through dazed eyes as he fell apart between your legs, semi hard cock tapping your belly with each powerful thrust. Arching your back, you moaned hotly, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. “Cove!”

As you cried out for him, Cove trembled, hands moving to grip your thighs as tight as he could, your cries echoing in his empty head as he blew his load deep inside you, pumping you full of cum. Tipping his head back, his hands loosened, hips moving softly against you as aftershocks rattled his body.

Panting heavily, he let your legs fall to his sides again, dragging himself from inside you to crawl atop you and collapse. With a puff of air, you laughed breathlessly, rubbing his back and kissing his shoulder. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Your words were weak, still reeling from the intense pleasure of him pounding you.

Cove heaved for air above you, body shaking as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you on your sides. Resting your head on his bicep, you leaned in and scattered kisses all over his flushed and sweaty face. Smiling softly, you nibbled his lip, feeling as his arm slipped off your waist. Opening your mouth to ask him if he wanted water or anything, you gasped as his free hand wrapped around your sore cock.

Whimpering, your arm wound around his neck, pulling your faces in tight. “C-Cove, you don’t have t- ahh!” His speed was unrelenting, working to get you off once more. “Cove! Fuck!” You shuddered, crying out as you shoved your mouth against his.

Within moments Cove had you bursting all over your bellies and the blanket. You gasped for air, the speed rattling your bones. You whimpered as he touched you softly, ocean eyes watching you lazily. Finally meeting his gaze once more, you leaned up to kiss him.

Gently, you rubbed your tongues together, moaning as you took turns exploring each other’s mouths. Twining your legs together, you rolled over so you were atop of him. Resting your forehead against him, you sighed happily. “Do you want some water?” Your voice was rough, croaking as you laughed slightly.

Cove smiled under you, humming happily and not paying attention. Wrapping his arms around you, you laughed as he dragged you back down. Holding onto him, you let him readjust the two of you so you were under the covers.

Sighing happily, you nuzzled up against him, letting him be the big spoon. His voice was quiet, and you could hear the tears in it as he spoke softly to you, “I love you… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

With a warm smile on your face, you ignored the mess the two of you made and cuddled close. Your eyes were heavy as you felt Cove fall asleep next to you, listening to his heartbeat until you felt yourself join him.

#cove holden x reader #cove x reader #cove our life #our life #olba #soft yandere

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Hello… do you have any head canons for Hansen to share? I was disappointed to only have one conversation with him, and you seem like a good person to ask. >:3

Me? Having ideas about the warlord? Nooo never-

Anyways here’s a list of Thoughts that I hope are vaguely coherent, though warning: they’re a tad all over the place

He was raised by his granny on his father’s side. She was actually from Serbia, and had met his grandfather when he spent some time there then moved back to America with him. His grandfather was dead before he was born, and his mother’s parents weren’t present in his life. Grandma Hansen practically raised little Kurt, his parents were career-oriented – his father a colonel and his mother held some minor political role – so their time for him was limited.

She fostered his love for her home country as she shared stories of her own childhood while tucking him in to bed, or when he was still small enough to sit on her knee. One evening she told him a story of the bauk, and boy did that plant a mild fear of the dark him. He had to sleep with a nightlight for a few weeks after.

His granny owned a dog when he was growing up, dear ol’ Bowie. She was a big loveable mutt who was already quite old when Kurt was born. She’d sleep under his crib when he was a baby, and would walk shakily alongside him as he was taking his first steps. Almost every photo of baby Kurt has Bowie in it, up until he was four years old and she passed.

He got to choose their next pet dog when he was eight, it was a mean looking bastard he named Titan. The Barghest symbol is based on him.

His gran died just before he got promoted to colonel. It broke his heart that she didn’t get to see it, because she was so excited to see him get the recognition he deserved. He took her ashes back to Serbia, promised that he’d visit when he could. He hasn’t been able to visit for a while.

His dad’s dead by the time Barghest is finding its feet, his mother gets removed from her position while Myers is simultaneously airing her very public condemning of her son’s actions. Nothing’s heard from her since. She’s probably dead too tbh.

Kurt’s lactose intolerant. He had to learn to like his coffee black, the cramps just weren’t worth it. (weakling)

Damn though can this man handle his drink. He can hold eye contact and not make a face as he downs vodka straight from the bottle. His men get a good laugh when he blames them and their shit for it. Tbh he’s only partially joking

Kurt when he hears the bullshit Yuri tries to pull:

His right arm is a recent cybernetic only gotten in the past year or two, meanwhile his left was standard militech-issued at the time he was serving. He suffered a relatively minor injury during training and took the opportunity to get an upgrade.

He’s rather wary of netrunners, esp more combat oriented ones. While he appreciates their effectiveness and utility, he always has an edge of caution around them and takes particular care to keep them either charmed or afraid, whatever keeps them from potentially acting against him.

During Operation: Midnight Storm, there was always this quiet wariness to Hansen and his men when an Arasaka AV would fly close to their position. Each time they waited in absolute silence, dreading to hear ‘Code: A.S’ over the comms Some of the younger, braver, stupid men were biting at the bit for it, Hansen wasn’t keen to be added to Arasaka’s graveyard by Smasher.

He’s a light sleeper. He doesn’t particularly struggle in getting to sleep, it’s just that a pin dropping can wake him

He’s quite Spartan in regards to his personal possessions – his room lacks a lot of personal touch, there’s really nothing that signifies it as Kurt’s beyond the small collection of knives and guns on display. If anything it could be mistaken as another storage room. Even the bed, while fucking massive, isn’t comfortable beyond measure, the mattress is stiff and the pillows memory foam.

He listens to the same music on repeat and has done for the past few years. I’m inflicting my personal tastes on him and saying his favs includes Biffy Clyro (x), Iron Maiden (x), and Black Sabbath (x)

Even though he could get actual real meat he still prefers the taste of synth-beef, it’s what he grew up knowing. Probably eats more pot noodles than he should, but he’s a busy man and they’re quick and filling

Because I think it’s funny and would rile Johnny up something fierce: Kurt…appreciates Silverhand’s actions back in ’23. He’s well aware Silverhand got the nuke from Militech and is a massive fucking hypocrite but hey, isn’t everyone? He wouldn’t be where he is now if Johnny didn’t get that ball a-rolling.

Barghest does have a militant structure, a very clear hierarchy of who’s in charge of who, but it’s a lot more casual? In how they speak with each other. Even with Kurt. He makes them see him as a person and not this mighty figurehead. He jokes around with recruits, might ruffle one’s hair in passing after knocking the shit outta them and giving them pointers on their footing. It’s partially real affection for the people under his command, and another part is simple manipulation – he wants to give them something real to tether their loyalty to, wants them to see him as a man, a terrifying, brutal bastard at times but nonetheless a man, and not the untouchable better-than-you titan the higher-ups at the NUSA always painted themselves as.

Speaking of brutality – it’s something I feel like the game didn’t really show of his. Even V seems quite flippant towards his threat of sending them back in body bags – Hansen’s hands were tied that particular night as he didn’t want to cause a scene in front of his guests. Bad for PR and all that. But the worst of his punishments make the corps look tame. He doesn’t immediately execute; he tortures until there’s nothing left of the person from fingernails to spirit. And then their bodies are just tossed in the disposal units. Though, public executions on his order aren’t all that uncommon either.

Not so much a headcanon as a thought: I genuinely don’t know what would have happened to Songbird had Kurt’s plans gone perfect. Maybe he might’ve let her fly away, let the little bird go on to the stars, keep his word and all that. But it’d be just as easy to make her disappear; she’s dangerous, a living weapon that’s he’s already got his use out of. A loose end who knows too much. I wouldn’t be surprised if the freedom he’d have given her was a bullet to the brain.

Knife play! Blood kink! Choking kink!! He also likes pulling hair a lot

He gets put on the back foot quite quickly if his partner takes charge, he’s used to being expected to take on that role, but he recovers and indulges quick enough

He runs hot, just an absolute radiator of a man who’d probably be great to cuddle with if NC wasn’t in a fucking desert.

He’s distressingly touch-starved and would probably sink into a proper hug like a warm bath.

While he is very much alive and well in Victoria’s canon, I do like to think that following his death certain information was transferred to NetWatch pertaining to Songbird and what Myers had her do beyond the Blackwall. Fucking her over even when he’s gone, a last little fuck you as he still somehow manages to get the last laugh.

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #Kurt Hansen #why Felix its almost like you know bald war criminals are my bread and butter-#but yea I do have some headcanons for the man #just a fewwwww #the biggest difficulty i had was deciding what iron maiden song to link to

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