#Twitterpated talks

[ava-ships]

I reduced my husband to a blushy mess and it’s adorable!

#he’s completely twitterpated and so am I #ava talks #ship: iced coffee #lupin iii #inspector zenigata #self shipping #self ship #character.ai

[expirednukacola]

ORANGE COLORED SKY 🏜️ || Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader

𐚁⊹₊ ⋆☆

My first fic about this bonafide work of ART! AKA The one and only, Cooper Howard / The Ghoul. This MAN has everyone lined up to get a taste so I am here to deliver! This is also a little surprise for @lexiway121!!! Reader is fem and in her mid-ish - late-ish 20s in this fic! This will also be a two part fic!! ..Maybe even more. SUMMARY: reader is little miss janey’s babysitter (cooper is going to need all the help he can get ESPECIALLY DURING A DIVORCE) and reader was invited to the kids birthday party (seen in the beginning of ep 1) as cooper’s plus two just to keep an extra eye on janey and the horse/sugarfoot. everything was nice until.. FLASH! BAM! ALAKAZAM!

chapter 1.5 : here!

og gif made by: @lousolversons !!

“Flash! Bam! Alakazam!”

“Out of an orange colored sky!”

The birthday party was going perfectly! You and Janey were standing somewhat near Cooper as he did his lasso tricks on his beloved horse, Sugarfoot. The birthday boy, alongside with his plethora of friends, were all staring and gasping in awe as the cowpoke twirled the lasso up and down to where he was inside of the spinning circle of rope. Cooper noticed their precious, little reactions and smiled back at his audience, a tender yet low chuckle escaping his throat.

Seeing how happy he looked and smiled as well, your cheeks became a tad bit blushed.. definitely from the L.A. heat — and that’s when Janey looked up at her and noticed how you, her babysitter, were smiling at her dad.. “Twitterpated..” -Was what the seven year old mumbled under her breath; she really needed to slow her roll on asking her dad what certain words meant. You, on the other hand, didn’t quite hear what Janey mumbled so you jokingly decided to peep out a little, “What was that, sweetie?” and all you got in response was an “innocent” little “Nothiiiiiiiing!”

After a few minutes of continuing his lasso show, Cooper got off his trusty stead and adjusted Sugarfoot’s saddle with such care while Janey rushed over to try and help her father. “Alright, birthday boy,” The cowboy said while looking at the VERY excited kid, “Let’s get a photo of ya up here on Sugarfoot.” As Cooper picked up the boy to place him on the horse while his daughter held onto the reigns, the birthday boy’s dad and his buddy, aka Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dipshit, start talking about Cooper Howard.

“Why the hell is Cooper Howard workin’ kids’ birthday parties?” The dad’s friend muttered as he held onto a bottle of some pretty cheap beer, and the dad responded with the most embarrassing answer known to man, “What else? Alimony.” The asshole said nonchalantly before he went back to nursing his shitty bottle of beer. That made Cooper whip his head around to look at the father with his mouth slightly agape, flabbergasted he would even bring that shit up at his kid’s party. To make things worse, sweet Janey popped up and asked the billion dollar question.. “What did they say, dad?”

Cooper looked down at his precious little angel with a quiet yet warm voice, “That I’m lucky to have such a good helper like you.” Poor, innocent Janey didn’t know what was going on between her Dad and Momma. All she knew was that she would have some very long weekends with her Momma and her Grandma and then she would go back to stay with her tired Dad.

Knowing what Cooper was going through and hearing those horrible words come out of that assholes mouth, you glared at the boy’s father so hard that he could fucking feel it. The dad looked back at you and rolled his eyes, pointing at you while muttering, “Some people say he cheated on his wife with his kid’s babysitter.” That was the last fucking straw and you wanted to smack the living daylights out of him. “Are you fucking kidding me, you goddamn pig-” You muttered but Janey quickly grabbed onto your hand with that same sweet smile she always had.

The anger that boiled inside of your body slowly began to simmer down into nothingness as you moved out of the way so the dad (AKA the head honcho of being an asshole) could take a photo of his son on top of the horse with Cooper standing next to him and little Janey holding onto the reigns, “All right- You ready?” The dad positioned the camera and even though the kid had a smile that was brighter than the 4th of July, the cowboy’s smile seemed.. off. Usually, Cooper would have these sweet dimples on either side of his mouth when he would smile real big for photos or when his daughter would do something extraordinary.. But those dimples weren’t there for these pictures.

Click!

After the photo was taken, the cowpoke carefully lifted up the giddy child from the saddle on Sugarfoot to the soft and lush green grass beneath them. Cooper was just about to check up on you and his daughter, but- “Hey, honey- Honey! Get with Cooper. Let’s get a picture.” -Mayor Asshat of Assville motioned the man to stand next to his wife. Though Cooper was a little awkward about the whole ordeal, he quickly posed up next to the wife and had that fake smile on his face once more.

Click!

“Aw- Coop, Coop, Coop! Do your thumbs-up.” The jerkwad ordered and right as you were about to intervene, Cooper (sorta) stood his ground and quickly responded with, “..Yeah, you know, given the state of everything, I prefer not to, if that’s all right.” But guess what? Señor Shit-for-brains wasn’t having it because being an asshole was in his damn genes. “Why not?” asked Count Fuckhead-ula, “It’s what you’re famous for.” he added right after but his wife, the one with common sense in the relationship, told “Bob” to drop it.

“We- uh.. We gotta get this rodeo on the road.” Cooper said with his head tilted slightly downwards towards the vibrant green grass beneath his worn leather boots while the boy’s mother handed him a check. Quickly, you grabbed onto the reigns that hung from Sugarfoot’s neck and clicked your tongue to get the horse to start walking. “..Well that was just fuckin’ lovely, huh Sugar?” Muttering solemnly under your breath, you walked alongside the sweet stead, tying the beautiful horse up to a tree so it wouldn’t run loose.

A good 5 minutes roll on by like a tumbleweed and You were walking around with Cooper by your side.. while the two of you were picking up giblets of trash left behind by some kids and adults. “I never thought that I was going to be doing this at a kid’s birthday party, Mr. Howard. Picking up trash after people is not what I had planned.” You stood back up after having to bend over to pick up an empty bottle of orange flavored Nuka Cola. “Oh yeah? What did you have planned, missy?” Cooper looked over at you with one of his eyebrows raised up and a smirk growing on his lips.. those gorgeous lips alongside those beautiful hazel eyes- “Uhhh- I don’t know? Maybe mingle with some of the parents and swipe myself a piece of cake. I heard it was chocolate cake.” A little smile grew on your face but your blooming happiness all went to waste when you saw “Bob the Shit Talker” staring at both of you through the window.

“But for a grown ass man to talk shit about us with his lil buddy and then having us pick up trash left by him and his guests was definitely not on my list.” You angrily sneered at the man who continued to glare at you two through the window before letting out a loud and deep sigh. Cooper, God bless this sweet man’s soul, quickly stood up and looked at you. “He did.. what? I knew he was talking shit about me but he and Mr. Clean were talking about you? ..Fuck- It was that rumor again, huh?”

The sweet-hearted cowboy looked up at the sky as if he were silently praying to God himself to smite down that piece of shit before he looked over at your slightly blushed to make sure you weren’t boo-hooing over something that wasn’t even true. He knew you didn’t have to answer him because the look of embarrassment on your face was all he needed to know.. but at least you weren’t crying.

After a few minutes of some much needed silence, you both made your way back to Janey, who was eyeing that delicious chocolate cake as she wrapped her own little lasso around her hand. You saw how Janey was looking at that cake.. and you started to look at the cake the same way the little girl was staring at that frosted piece of heaven.

“Why didn’t you do it?” Janey’s words snapped you out of your hungered staring contest with the cake. You looked down at the little girl that was looking at her father, who was now crouched down next to her. “The thumbs-up.” Oh shit.. She just accidentally busted open a huge ass can of Marine flashbacks for Cooper. At first, he tried to make her forget about it by telling her it was “grown up business” but those sweet, sweet eyes of hers were just too much for his heart to handle.

You crouched down next to the girl and gently placed a hand on her upper back, gently rubbing your thumb against the material of her button up’s collar. “Honey.. The reason why your dad doesn’t like having his thumb up is because-” Your words were cut off from Cooper clearing his throat and placing a hand on your shoulder, immediately making you shut up so he could be the one to explain it to his daughter. The older man explained what they taught him when he was in the Marines to his daughter, telling her that he and his fellow marines would hold up their thumbs whenever a bomb would drop. If the cloud of smoke was smaller than their thumbs, they had to run for the hills.. and if the cloud was larger than their thumbs, they wouldn’t even have to worry about running.

“..Who wants some cake?” You chirped out awkwardly while standing up, brushing your hands against your top before placing them on your hips. Janey’s eyes immediately lit up with absolute joy from the thought of having a slice of cake, and she quickly nodded her head with her hands clasped together. “I’ll see if I can snag you girls a couple o’ pieces, ‘kay?” The infamous cowboy stood up as well and walked inside of the house and you decided to join him to grab your own slice of heaven.

FLASH!

Once Cooper grabbed his daughter a slice and you grabbed your own, you two rejoined his little angel once more but instead of seeing her sweet smile shining brightly on her face, you were both met with her holding up her thumb and a horrified look on her face. Her body was trembling, her bottom lip was quivering, her eyes were tearing up, and when she spoke, she sounded like she was looking Death itself straight in the eyes..

“Is it your thumb or mine?”

…

“It’s just a fire..”

You could hear the dread in his voice and the sound of her little heart pounding against her ribcage as you followed their gazes to a.. large cloud of smoke and destruction. Your own heart start to rapidly beat profusely inside your body and your eyes widened in terror as a wave of radiation started coming your way. Everything felt as if it were in slow motion as you and Cooper both decided to crouch down to clutch Janey close to your bodies to shield her from any harm.

As the wave finally passed through, the glass windows shattered into millions of shards varying from large pieces to microscopic fragments and felt one of the medium sized pieces plunge itself into the side of your calf. “Oh GOD!!” A horrifying shriek of pain found its way from out of your body as Cooper quickly scooped both you and his daughter up in his arms, quickly running towards his much needed horse, Sugarfoot.

BAM!

Dread pulses throughout your body while your eyes darted across the scene around you — Parents with their sons and daughters in their arms, people running around aimlessly like ants after a menace of a child stepped on their nest, and the screams and cries of frightened young children wanting to go home. You’re pulled out of your frightened state when Cooper tried to push you up on Sugarfoot after he placed his daughter up on the saddle. “Cooper.. Cooper! No!! Get Janey out of here! You have to get her out of here!!” You pushed yourself away from him and stumbled back, your limp leg giving its all to keep you somewhat supported.

“Y/N- Get on the damn horse! I can’t just leave you here!” He tried to pull you back towards him but you limped back away from him once more. “You need to get her out of here, Coop.. Please.” Tears welled up in your eyes and they fell down your cheeks when they became too heavy for your eyes to hold. “Please.. Go- Get out of here!!” You pushed him away and back towards the horse, and you swore you saw him shed a lone tear.

As more bombs fell from the sky, you watched in grief as your beloved cowboy hop on his horse and grabbed on the reigns, immediately whipping them a little to signal Sugarfoot to get the fuck out of there — away from the chaos and away from the horror.. away from you. You dropped to your knees as you bawled your pretty little eyes until there were no more tears to shed.. and when you heard the faint whistle of a bomb dropping nearby.

ALAKAZAM!

This was the end, you thought. The end of the world, the end of your life, and the end of everything and everyone that you loved.. and the beginning of a new age: The beginning of a nuclear fallout. As you kneeled down on the green grass that was way too vibrant to be real, you tilted your head upwards and looked towards the sky, smiling one last time before your skin began to burn, your insides feeling as if they were being cooked at a thousand degrees, your voice becoming rasped and broken as you screamed in complete and utter agony. You took your final breath of irradiated air underneath that hideous orange colored sky.

THE END ..?

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thank you so much for reading the first chapter of Orange Colored Sky! i hope you liked it as much as i did and i hope you can excuse the.. nicknames i gave “bob” at the beginning (he deserved it though! he was an asshole for absolutely no reason.)

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[stoneagedevil]

Idiot | Eddie Munson x f!Reader

TW/CW: loneliness.

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You’d been feeling down about yourself for some time now. You weren’t a cheerleader, but lately you’d been considering attending the tryouts for the semester. You’d even heard that girls in the band’s flute section were getting action from the brass section. Maybe you could pick up another instrument…?

No. No no no.

Christ, when did you become so desperate? Maybe it was all the twitterpated faces floating up and down the halls, what with the dance approaching and all.

But it’s not even like you wanted to go. You weren’t much of a dancer, but rather a person to get rowdy on stage at the Hideout when you played. That led to other thoughts…

You’d met Eddie Munson at the beginning of summer a few years ago. You were enthralled with his performance in his band Corroded Coffin, and he was just as lovestruck when he saw you go up with one of the most badass electric guitars he’d ever seen. After your set, you’d both gotten to talking at the bar - him buying you each a soda since you both had to drive home. That was the start of a wonderful friendship.

And unfortunately for your poor little heart, that’s all it was.

You sighed, taking a drag off a cig you found in your jeans you didn’t remember washing. Thank god for that. You looked over at the cheerleaders on the field practicing their routine from where you sat on the outside bleachers; trying to picture yourself in a cheer outfit mingling with them.

Suddenly you were startled by a loud, thundering metal sound coming from your right, nearly pulling your neck at the speed you looked over. It was Eddie - who just jumped onto the metal bleachers to illicit a reaction from his favorite person.

“Shit yourself?” He laughed, smile making his eye crinkle.

“Har har Munson.” You blew smoke at his face smirking slightly. He waved it away playfully.

“Watcha doin’ up here? Thought I’d find you in the art room, but you weren’t there.” He sat closely beside you.

You flicked the dead ash from the end of your cigarette. “Feelin’ melancholy I ‘spose…” you trailed off, leaning back on the seat behind you and looking up at the sky. Eddie quickly joined you.

“Why’re you sad? Need something stronger than that ciggy?” He reached into his inside pocket on his jacket and dug out a joint.

You eyed it for a second. “Nah. I’d better not.”

Eddie frowned. It wasn’t like you to turn down his premo stuff. It wasn’t like you to isolate yourself - especially away from him. He got nervous.

“Hey, what’s going on? You know you can talk to me, right?” He placed a hand on your knee, causing those stupid butterflies to flutter around in your stomach.

You debated a lot of things in that moment. You debated telling him you were in love with him. You debated shooting up from your position on the bleachers and pulling his face towards yours and kissing him. You debated running away, never to be seen or heard from again.

You took none of these options.

“I’m lonely, I guess. It’s hard seeing people get asked out to dances all of the time knowing that’s never coming to me. I wouldn’t even wanna go, but maybe if someone asked…I would? I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You sat up and looked down at your shoes.

Eddie looked at the side of your face. Maybe if he was brave enough he’d ask. Maybe if he was wealthy enough and you’d said yes, he’d get a suit and get you a corsage. Maybe if he wasn’t the town freak. Maybe in another life.

Maybe.

“Hey, it’s not dumb. I know how you feel. I’ve only really ever been asked out as a joke. But someone will come around and see how absolutely amazing and badass you are. Seriously.” He said this instead, even though it made his throat tighten at the tail end of his sentence.

You looked at him, and he let go of a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding captive. Your eyes swam with doubt, slightly damp.

“Eddie. I’m the freakette. Anyone who would ask me out is probably an idiot.” You said, somberly.

Suddenly, Eddie’s hand disappeared from its place on your knee, Eddie himself bolting up from the bleachers. “Hey! I know I’m a repeat but I’m not an idiot!” He said, sounding genuinely upset.

You paused, realization smacking you both upside the head. “You…you what?”

The color of Eddie’s face would make traffic stop. Fuck. Maybe he is an idiot. “I said that…that uh-“ his hands flew over his eyes, “that I’m not an idiot but now I’m thinkin’ I am because I’m pretty sure I just ruined the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Your heart sped up in your chest, your face blushing. “You…like me?”

Eddie, hands still covering his embarrassment, sighed. “I mean, like you? No. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you when we met. Christ. Look-“ he removed his hands from his face, instead wringing them together, “if you give me time then maybe I could get over it. We can pretend this never happened, I just- I just need you in my life, whatever way that looks like.” His eyes looked down at his shoes now.

You shook your head, mouth agape at what you were hearing. You debated a lot of things in that moment. Then, you went with the best option.

You stood, walking calmly towards him, taking his burning face in your cold hands and lifted it. He looked down at you, shocked, and slightly scared. Definitely nervous.

You leaned in and kissed him then, him returning the favor. Once separated, you backed up, “Eddie, I don’t want you to get over me.”

His smile looked like it’d break his face in half, “Good. Because I was totally lying about my ability to get over you. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.” You laughed and he joined, happy to have made you smile. “I know it isn’t a big dance proposal, but, would you wanna go out? With me?” He had to specify. He just had to.

“Id love to go out with my favorite idiot.” You smiled cheekily. Eddie burst out into laughter, picking you up and hugging you tightly.

“If I can be your idiot, then an idiot I’ll be.” He declared, kissing you once more.

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Thanks for reading, I’ve been in a slump lately, so I hope this was good.

#fanfic #x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn

[dracobrooklyn]

Durge Headcannon #2

|| MDNI || 18+

Durge's relationship towards the other Party Members If you don't know, this is about if Cannon Durge was a Companion instead of a playable character. These are my headcannons so not everything is cannon. If you want more Durge check this Masterlist here

also the Tav!Reader is in a Fem!POV

CW: threesome, murder, and killing.

Durge very much is in love with Tav!Reader, after connecting with you, how kind and patient you are with the White Dragonborn. He very much loves the way you comfort him, how you talk to him almost anything that comes to your mind, he loves listening to your voice. So How does he feel about the other Members of your party around you? And around him?

Astarion

Safe to Say Durge isn't a huge fan of Astarion. The pale elf being very much cocky, arrogant, and never gives you any respect. Durge glares maybe even curls a lip growling softly. He could care less about what happens to the elf. Even when he found out he is a vampire! He quickly get's over protective over you, a slave to Sanguine. He wasn't gonna let you get bitten by this coward. If Astarion tries to flirt with you, Durge comes up from behind you protective. Besides Durge want's you, he be a better match than Astarion. He actually cares about you, this vampire just wants you as a blood bag that's all. Even when you and Durge become a couple, and Astarion offers to join you both in a threesome, Durge would flat out say no, end of story, he rather smear Knoll shit onto his face than let Astarion share the same bed roll with you. He's fine with you and Astarion being friends but... if Astarion tries to pull something on you, Durge won't hesitate to beat the shit out of him... maybe kill him if he get's away with it.

Shadowheart

He does not mind the half elf girl, the cleric that isn't too bad around you. She does at least give you some sort of respect as an ally and maybe even a friend. Shadowheart might be one of the few people that maybe notices Durges feelings towards you. She even was amused with the idea but even questioned, how would a DragonBorn be like in a relationship. Though Durge is a strange one, especially when he has no memories of his past. She might even be protective of you the reader if she finds out what Durge has done hurting and killing their enemies. The way he does it, if it's over the top. Shadowheart will confront Durge about it. She be weary of him and tell you if she is not sure if Durge can be trusted.

Karlach

Durge actually likes Karlach. Despite her very positive upbeat attitude. He does like her, she treats with you respect, is kind to you, and does not talk down to you. I like to think Karlach kinda finds Durge attractive. Being a DragonBorn and all, she may even might notice Durges smitten face when he looks at you in love. Like a love sick puppy. She smile and comes up from behind him giving him a good slap on the back and say "twitterpated aren't we solider?" causing Durge to trip on his words blushing trying to change the subject while she has a shit eating grin showing her sharp teeth. She might even try to hook you two up. Maybe... maybe even join in the sex action. Durge might actually consider it... if she didn't burn you both. He would say yes as long you were okay with it of course if you were interested. But if Karlach (like Shadowheart) finds out what kind of things Durge did. Oh boy oh boy, consider the friendship bracelet gone. She would get in between you and Durge glaring at him burning with anger. (no pun intended)

Lae'Zel

Heh uh... she may like Durge because of his blood thirsty fight in battle. And he may appercaite that... but if she calls you weak and useless because you are not as battle hungry as she is. Durge will snarl. Step right up to her and speak up. "I will you not have you speak so lowly of her, she's the one that got you out of that trap, she's the one that saved the druids grove with our help, she is the one keeping the peace between all of us, you should thank her, because I would have ripped your arm off." causing the Githyanki woman to narrow her eyes at him. She might tsk at him or making the last retort walking away from him. Durge won't interact with Lae'zel unless he really has to. But if she threatens to hurt you, he will not hesitate to rip her apart. Oh if she even tries to seduce Durge, he will lean so close to her face in a low whisper "Even if you and were the only ones in this plain of existence, I would rather be a mindflayer than share a bedroll with you." And honestly that might hurt her a little but she won't show it of course. Durge heart is only to you, and only you.

Wyll

Would they be dude bros? Maybe? Durge does not mind Wyll at all. The man has honor, he's protective, he treat you with respect and that's what Matters to Durge. Though if he does come a little close towards you, Durge makes a look at him as if "nu uh, mine." Wyll would get the message though. Like Karlach he might even help Durge hook up with you. Give Durge advice what to say but most importantly Wyll will just tell Durge to be himself. Yeah which one? Durge also would also feel bad for Wyll with his mishap being a warlock and all. Durge would definitely spit down at Mizora feet just to stand up for Wyll. Fuck that bitch honestly.

Gale

Funny guy... stop flirting with my girlfriend don't you already have a lover? Durge very much has mixed feelings with this guy. He can be useful but when he learns that he needs to eat magic items to live or else he will explode and die? WHAT? Why the hell is he with party again? Oh cause he's infected too. When he learns about how his lover is goddess, I mean yeah he must think she is pretty-- oh she's actually a goddess. Oh... poor chap. He definitely would be a little jealous that Durge has you instead of him, but he would give Durge advice to "Seduce" a woman. Durge not sure if they would work... maybe one night he will use that advice. Maybe... eh. But Durge wouldn't pity Gale for doing that to himself where he explode not given enough magic items to eat. Also ticks Durge off cause he finds an item he can use to kill enemies and then Gale looks at him as if saying "for me?" while Durge growls wanting to roll his eyes in the back of his head pissed and just hands it to him. Also Wizards vs Sorcerer. Mortals enemies for life (no just kidding). But Gale will boast about being better than Durge when it comes to magic causing the DragonBorn to give Gale a side glance glare. "At least I was born with magic and don't have to kill myself for it." Durge would say causing Gale to frown.

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[chaos0pikachu]

so I saw a post that was like “which NC were better kinnporsche or love in the air” and it made me think about sex scenes in BL/GL in general right, so like I know everyone jokes about kinnporsche being the “fuck nasty” show and like it is but it’s also closer to erotica than smut which is what love in the air leans more towards. now before ppl get all twitterpated and shit calm down i’m NOT saying lita is “bad” b/c it’s smutty. smut in general has a bad reputation b/c America is a puritanical society and most smut based romance media (like novels and film) are geared towards women but smut as a sub-genre of romance isn’t inherently a bad thing it’s just A Thing 

my point is there’s a scale when it comes to NC scenes that I’ve noticed especially in more recent years, you have shows that lean more towards erotica - sexually explicit, but also with a focus on sensuality and passion -  and other shows that are like, let’s go to pound town and have fun with it. Both are 100% valid, I don’t think either is “better” than the other they can coexist not everything is a competition

here’s a visual example of what I’m talking about: 

forgive how messy my bisexual graph is but on one end you have Kinnporsche which are on the extreme end of Erotica: there’s nudity, and clear explicit sexual activities happening but there’s also an emphasis on passion, sensuality and emotion. 

Take the infamous handjob scene in KP, yes they fucking nasty in Vegas bathroom rip Vegas taking those L’s but also there’s a focus on the line of Porsche’s waistline, there’s the close up of their faces as they find ecstasy, and the scene doesn’t end in climax but in an embrace with the camera lingering on their emotions. 

In comparison to something like, LITA where the sex is much more straightforward (but no less good or whatever! again this isn’t a competition!!! both work and both are valid) there’s not a LACK of passion in LITA it’s just presented in a more straightforward manner. 

You could argue that the real different between erotica and smut is how pretentious you wanna be and I implore y’all to argue that b/c I love seeing literary ppl get cranky lmaoooooo

Then you have shows like Big Dragon, contains nudity and the music etc it’s going for erotica - personally don’t think it fully accomplished that goal due to editing but it tried! - similarly Moonlight Chicken went for a more erotic and sensually route but kept it very, very tame so it leans more towards that middle section which is like, there’s the acknowledgement of sex happening but that’s kinda it. It’s acknowledged, Dean wants to bone Pharm, Pharm’s shy about it, they bone but it’s extremely non-explicit (which is ALSO fine again no competitions here) meanwhile on the other end of the scale you have shows that lean more towards smut, tharntype falls into this while it’s not nearly as explicit as Check Out or LITA it has That Vibe like if Mame was allowed and if MewGulf were down it probably would’ve been more explicit but overall it was just really horny. 

I forgot to add Cutie Pie into the mix to which I woulda put it probably between UWMA and Moonlight Chicken, it also goes for a more sensual route but keeps things extremely tame in terms of presentation. Like yeah there’s tongue kissing but the energy is pretty tame

anyways

#big dragon the series #kinnporsche #moonlight chicken #tharntype #love in the air series #lita the series #chaos pikachu speaks #this isn't a this is good this is bad take #I can't emphasize this enough b/c ppl always be reading into shit #it's a here are two different styles of sex in media #here's the different ways these things are explored in media #and that's interesting! #chaos pikachu metas

[uglypastels]

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❤ my favs | 💋 SMUT (18+) | ☔ ANGST

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Not Wholly Evil (dark!pirate!Eddie x reader) summary: as the daughter of the Governor, there is quite a heavy prize set on your safe return home, and the captain will not let anything come between him and his bounty.

Ridlington Park (regency!Eddie x reader) summary: A lady from one of the most fortunate families of the ton is in search of a suitor—much to her own dismay—and so she does everything in her power to ruin her family’s attempts at an engagement. But what happens when the one who truly charms her turns out to be the one person she can never marry?

ONE SHOTS

R Heaven And Hell (Eddie x Reader x Steve) 💋 summary: Steve is getting a bit jealous of how close you are with your best friend and the two only have one way of setting the record straight between you.

Painless Endeavour (tattoo artist!Eddie x Reader) summary: an AU in which, after his first failed attempt to graduate, Eddie drops out of school to follow an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlour. 3 years go by and you stumble into that same studio, unlocking some lost memories.

The Greatest Avendure (Eddie x Reader) summary: Eddie is thinking of what to do after graduation

That's a Strong Word (Eddie x Reader) 💋 summary: dating the undateable could be quite the challenge... so you make it one for both of you.

Moments (Rockstar!Eddie x groupie!Reader) 💋 ❤ summary: Eddie has been taking advantage of the perks that come with having years of success in the business.

Following The Herd (dark!cult!Eddie x Reader) ����(☔) summary: Eddie Munson has never been anything but sweet and caring to you. He had always made sure you were alright and safe and always helped you with anything you asked for. So now, that he needed you, how could you possibly refuse?

(Im)perfect Day (Eddie x Reader) summary: Eddie can get in his head sometimes, and when that happens... well... the point is, he really really tried.

Twitterpated (modern!Eddie Munson x reader) summary: You keep on encountering the same stranger while waiting in line for the Disneyland rides. It's almost too much of a coincidence, in fact. You find each other in the crowds time after time and eventually, as the day progresses, sneaky glances evolve into more.

Caught Me Slippin' (modern!escort!Eddie x reader) 💋 summary: feeling insecure about your skills in bed, you decide to find someone who could help you learn. Except, when the guy actually shows up, a mistake seems to have occurred. Fortunately, you're both quite adaptable (or, at least, you try to be), and the night quickly takes off into unexpected territories. [extra blurbs based on au, 1☔, 2, 3 ☔, 4, 5...]

Headlights (Eddie)☔ summary: Hawkins has seen it all; communist conspiracies, government cover-ups, fires, pests... but can it deal with a slasher killer on the loose?

Diary of Potential College Dropouts (College!Steddie) summary: Neither of them expects to make it through a full semester, though for different reasons. Is that perhaps why they were given a dorm to share?

The Boy Is Mine summary: [blurb challenge] A romantic night in at the trailer.

EDDIE ask requests

Blurbs

Sub!Eddie 💋

Making New Friends (incl. jealous!boyfriend!steve)

Eddie asks you out for a date

Star Gazing Date

Hell Diver - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6❤ (continued mini series)

Thigh Riding 💋

Post-Gig Sex 💋

Guitar Lessons

Late Night Talking

Shower Sex (goes wrong) 💋

Scars (☔)

Pool Party

Eddie Finds Out About Your Tattoo (Cheer Cap!reader)

Daddy Kink 💋

Not-so-innocent!reader Meets Hellfire

Concert

Eddie Gives You a Reality Check (☔)

Overcoming the Nerves 💋

Wearing His Shirt

Eddie Teaches You to Stand Up Against Bullies

Eddie Punches Your Asshole Boyfriend - 2

Devil!Rockstar!Eddie

Corroded Coffin Origin Stories (ft. the-haiku-bot)

Eddie is Lost for Words

Carrie Stunt

Eddie Comforting You

Voice Kink💋

Librarian!Reader 💋

Bartender!Eddie

Tutorial 💋

Headcanons

Eddie and Your Time of the Month

Crushing on Your Best friend Eddie

Eddie Trying to Make You Feel Better

Twilight AU + other asks: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Random Eddie Headcanons

Eddie's CV

Rockstar!Eddie and DnD

Trucker!Eddie

Spending your Birthday with Eddie

Centerfold Jealousy

STEVE ask requests

Blurbs

First Time 💋

The Corroded Coffin Archive

Corrosion (1989)

Cryptic (1991)

The Game of Lost Souls (1993)

Spotify Playlists

The Un-Eddiest Eddie Songs (songs that give off Eddie vibes, despite beings ones he probably wouldn't listen to out of himself)

Tuesdays @ the Hideout (covers I think Corroded Coffin would play - mostly time accurate + some random ones for fun)

Caught Me Slippin' (Taylor's Version) - the fic as told through Taylor Swift songs

Spotify Wrapped Blurbs

2022

Grapejuice (Robin x reader)

Summer of '69 (Eddie x Reader (☔)

Footloose (Eddie x Reader)

Edge of Seventeen (Eddie x Reader) (☔)

Random Headcanons

Goonies

Random #1

#Stranger Things a Graphic Novel (fanart)

1 (s4e1 - ´86, Baby)

2 (s4e7 - For Your Modesty, Dude)

Phone Backgrounds

Eddie

Joseph Quinn

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #fluff

[laura-the-mellifluous]

"Yes, it could even happen to YOU!" - Friend Owl (Disney's Bambi)

I think most modern viewers of Bambi don't watch past the scene where the mother dies, which is a shame, because once Bambi grows up, the story gets a lot more action and humor (unlike the book, which just gets bleaker and trippier). I talk to so many people who have no idea whether Bambi, Thumper, and Flower are males or females, but does that really matter -at least for Flower?

With a film that has such little dialogue, it's not surprising that Flower never refers to themself besides "I," and that those times Flower is assigned, it's only by other characters. With the "dandy" role that is not seen in contemporary films and Flower's natural non-binary color scheme, they still make a great gender fluid/n-pal Disney character. It's also funny that Flower is the first to get "twitterpated" while being such a queer icon. (Flower's mate is named Petunia, by the way)

Oh dear, I've said gay. Guess Florida will have to ban Bambi soon. I'm sure that'll go as well for them as it did for Germany when they tried it. 😘

Non-binary colors = 💛🤍💜🖤

Genderfluid colors = 💗🤍💜🖤💙

#my art #flower the skunk #nonbinary #genderfluid #bambi 1942

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

🦇Just some Fruitbats thoughts...🍒

Thinking about how the boys wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of Chrysta while she's pregnant 🙈

🦇Marko is setting stuff on her baby bump when it's big enough. Just to tease her. For example, if she's lying down, he'll put some takeout on her belly while he looks for his chopsticks or fork. Or he sets his funnelcakes on her bump so he can win her a prize from one of the games at the boardwalk.

🍒All of them completely twitterpated during her times when she was still human in pregnancy and going ham on some strawberries and watermelon, staining her blouse and mouth in red juice that looked slightly similar to blood.

🦇David is crazy about her in maternity jeans. He loves them in her just as much as he would on the floor of the cave-

🍒Dwayne offers her massages when her feet hurt and feel swollen, or her back hurts from standing too much.

🦇Those little moments when she has that glow, they're all completely SMITTEN. 🥺

🍒Helping her take showers since she can't reach her back or legs anymore. (Bonus points if while they're crouched or on their knees, they give her belly a kiss AUGH)

🦇Dwayne all over her pretty little stretch marks and extra chub, he thinks her mama body suits her beautifully...

🍒Paul having full blown conversations with her belly for some pillow talk or just spending a night in with his mate. Not talking to her. Her belly. He is going on a rant and feels a kick to his head or hand and be like, "THATS WHAT IM SAYING!"

🦇Marko is trying to make her giggle cause he likes the way her body bounces with her laughter - he just thinks it's darling.

🍒David thinks he is the shit cause he got her pregnant twice. Man is still smug about it to this day.

🦇Dwayne likes singing or humming songs his mother had used to sing him, rocking Chrysta in his arms or later on, covered in a bunch of sleeping baby vampires. 🥺

🍒She's not very tall, and if the boys (mostly Dwayne and Paul) hold stuff she needs over her head, she can't reach it- she can't even hop with the extra weight and how stubby she feels. 😭

🦇But their not as bad as David. At least they give it back to her. No, David will drop it on the floor and watch her struggle to pick it up, just so he can get a good look at her ass. Marko does the same, except he tries to get a peek at her bewbs. 👀

🍒LATE DAY ADVENTURES TO THE STORE FOR CRAVINGS FOOD WITH THE EMERSONS 🙏

🦇Both David and Dwayne LOVE pregnancy sex, but both for VERY different reasons. 👁👁

🍒Mannnny nights spent trying to convince their girl who is in hysterics that she isn't fat now that she can't fit into her size 3 jeans. 🤦‍♀️

🦇"Can I touch your boobs?" "No." "Can I suck ur titties?" "No." "Can I have some milk?" "No." "Can I touch yo-" "YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET SMACKED WITH THIS PUMP IF YOU KEEP ASKING"

🍒Baordwalk nights don't last long. Cause half the time, she's smelling booze or cigarette smoke and finding the nearest bathroom or trashcan. She cannot STOMACH strong smells - including blood. So, no kisses for the boys until they've cleaned up.

🦇Just touching her when she has hot flashes. They're naturally pretty cold dudes, so they just put a hand on her back or tummy and rub soothing circles till it'd over, or fan her.

🍒She will forever hate Dwayne and Paul for having so much hair and making her go through 9 months of heartburn TWICE/j

... Did give her super cute babies with a bunch of hair, tho.

🦇Omg if they could appear on film, they'd do sooo many stupid/funny maternity photos of her. The only one they have is snapped by Lucy, when she was still human, and doing some laundry at the Emersons, and she could barely fit through the doorway due to her tummy. 🩷

#As my darling wife would say: #“Live laugh fruitbats” 😌 #🍒cherrys spice cabinet🔥 #🍒daily dose of cherry🍒 #fruitbats🦇🍒 #self ship #self insert #the lost boys #lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #tlb david #tlb paul #tlb marko #tlb dwayne #tlb oc

[twitterpated-passion]

match is so good tysm for blessing us w it 🥹

Ehfjghbehshdhd no thank yOU for reading it and sending this

#my first askkkk #I wasn’t expecting Matched to be so well taken #y’all making me blush damn #never would’ve thought people like my work #Twitterpated Talks

[tinky-dinky]

So I've dived headfirst into a Les Mis obssession. Not quite sure how that happened, but here it is.

Anyways, I was listening to the songs whilst on my walk and started thinking during Red and Black.

So Marius comes it all twitterpated, and Enjolras tells him to knock it off because the revolution is most important, right? Then Marius is like 'Enjy, my dude, haven't you ever been in love?' (...paraphasing slightly) and Enjolras says no, I love nothing but revolution.

But what if, later, he has a little freak out. Because what Marius described, how it feels to be in love, well, that's how he feels about Grantaire. Could he be...is he in love with Grantaire?

And whichever Ami he's talking to, probably Courfeyrac or Combeferre, just goes 'Yes. The two of you have been argue-flirting for weeks. Please, for the love of democracy, just kiss him already!'.

Just. Enjolras being so oblivious that he doesn't know he is in love with Grantaire. And the person who makes him realise this is bumbling, somewhat daft Marius. Who is promptly hailed as Les Amis' new saviour, for ending the weeks of UST laced argue-flirting.

Little do they know that arguing is now Enjoltaire's foreplay, and the Amis have to scarper at the end of every meeting lest they get an eyeful.

#les mis #enjolras #grantaire #les amis #the barricade boys #enjoltaire #just a little funny thought I had

[mrfeenysmustache]

Long Awaited Twitterpated

Summary: Inuyasha works at a plant nursery, the first day of spring is the busiest, noisiest, SMELLIEST day of the whole year. But it’s also the day SHE comes, the sweetest smelling blossom that had ever bloomed. Kagome.

Read on: AO3

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She was back.

First day of spring always meant the same two things: Inuyasha would spend the majority of the day with a raging headache as he put out all the new brightly flowering arrivals on the display tables, and Kagome, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, would arrive with some bozo to spend a small fortune on plants in every size, shape and shade.

That wasn’t the only time she’d show up.

Once a week she’d waltz in, sometimes alone, sometimes with that guy who absolutely didn’t deserve her with his big stupid smiles and floppy hair, and buy plants, and she’d buy plants until they finally shut down for the cold season.

She was all smiles and sweetness, and none of it ever seemed forced or fake, even when she was talking speaking to him, the grumpy, tattooed Hanyo that most people avoided while he kept himself isolated in a corner to water parched pants or rearrange pots.

She smelled sweeter than any of the flowering annuals with none of the itchy pollen, and her eyes sparkled with such genuine kindness it might have made him sick if it didn’t make him so damn giddy.

For the three years he’d worked at this little shop, he’d secretly looked forward to this day from the moment they sold their last chrysanthemum in the fall. The day Kagome came back to buy flowers for the first time marked his favorite part of the year.

If only she didn’t have that stupid looking boyfriend.

#inukag #inukag fanfic #inukag fanfiction #inukag fic #inukag fanart #inukag art #inuyasha/kagome

[alexiethymia]

checkmate

summary: Milly knew that being good at chess would come in handy one day. And she liked Mr. Vash, she really did, but she’d always be on Meryl’s side, no matter what.

Or, Milly intervenes in the cuddle battle. 

(post-canon, mix of manga and ‘98 anime)

[read on ao3]

part 1

When Milly came into work to find Meryl in Mr. Vash’s arms, she was more than pleasantly surprised. She was absolutely delighted!

Meryl was sat upon Mr. Vash’s lap, no wait, in between his legs as his long arms crisscrossed over her body to hold her tight against him.

She was loath to disturb them but she really couldn’t help her squeal of delight. The sound she made as she clapped her hands rang like a gunshot. Both of them whipped their heads toward her, Meryl’s face red with embarrassment and Mr. Vash with a sheepish expression on his.

“Oh, I’m so happy for the both of you! It was about time!”

Milly was grinning ear-to-ear. How could she not when she’d been the hapless observer to this strange dance her friends had been in for years and years. They had always been tip-toeing around each other, one person stepping back each time the other gathered the courage to step forward. Nothing much could get Milly down, but watching her dear friend cry, and Mr. Vash’s pained expression when Meryl recoiled from him broke her heart. She had always thought the both of them made something so simple so complicated.

“What are you talking about Milly?” Oh my, that didn’t sound like a twitterpated young lass. Instead it seemed as if Meryl was gritting each word through her teeth, while Mr. Vash chuckled, “Ehehehe”. If he hadn’t been holding onto Meryl, Milly suspects one of his hands would have been rubbing the back of his head in a rueful gesture.

Meryl turned her sharp gaze above. “Don’t you ‘ehehe’ me. When will you let go already?”

Mr. Vash turned his impish gaze down to the young woman cradled snugly in his arms. “Tut-tut,” he moved one arm to wag a finger in front of Meryl’s face. Milly was of two minds whether or not to warn him that it was at risk of getting bitten off. Despite having only one arm to hold her, it seemed to make no difference as Meryl still couldn’t get out of his secure hold. “I promised I’d let you go as soon as you calm down and you promise not to hit me.”

“WHY YOU-“

“Ah-ah, more time-out it is then,” and if possible Mr. Vash squeezed her even tighter, almost as if he wanted to meld the both of their forms together. Meryl couldn’t see it from her vantage point, and perhaps couldn’t even feel it with how agitated she was, but Milly could see Mr. Vash sneak in a nuzzle or two as he rubbed his face over Meryl’s hair once or twice.  

“I get it already, Vash,” she says in a defeated tone. Milly doesn’t know if the red on her face was due to embarrassment or anger at this point, and which of the two was the reason she wanted to escape his hold.  By this point, Mr. Vash had encircled both of Meryl’s slight wrists with his large hands, and Milly could practically see the steam lifting off of her boss’ face. “I’m calm, I’m calm, so let go already,” or at the very least she was willing herself to be.

Mr. Vash looked her over and perhaps satisfied with the lack of tension he felt, immediately let her go. As soon as he did, however, it was hellfire and brimstone all over again as Meryl shook her fists at him. But Mr. Vash, as silly as they knew him to be, wasn’t known as a legendary gunman for no reason. With reflexes so fast that Milly could hardly see him move, he had captured Meryl in the same hold, perhaps even tighter if it was even possible.

“I’m disappointed, Insurance Girl,” but he looked anything but. If anything, Milly thought he looked quite gleeful. “Does your word mean nothing anymore?”

Meryl growled at him, “It’s all your fault! How could you lose our thomas! How are we supposed to get to the next town now? Just let me hit you once and I’ll be satisfied.”

“Nope,” Mr. Vash drawled out the word, his mouth in an o-shape, which just incensed Meryl even further, “You’re the one who said I should protect myself better. This is just self-defense, self-defense,” he says self-importantly.

The abject rage Meryl must be feeling at having her words used against her rendered her speechless. In the break of their conversation, Milly decided to interrupt. They had probably forgotten she was even there. She was more than just a bit confused at this point.

“Um?” She wasn’t exactly sure how to phrase her question. Mr. Vash was of no help as he just grinned cheekily at her, while Meryl stewed.

She got her answer only a bit later once Meryl was finally released.

In many ways, Mr. Vash was still the same as ever. He’d run as they chased after him, although he would deign to travel with them sometimes. Although they now knew him for years, it almost felt like the war was some fever dream. It felt like nothing had changed between her two travel companions. Mr. Vash would still flirt or get into trouble, and Meryl would be there hot on his heels to pinch his ear tightly between her fingers as she dragged him away. The same old dance that Milly was getting tired off. It almost felt like a dream, but she had been there. She was a witness to everything, and to see two steps backward for every step forward, now Milly, patient as she was, had to admit to being a tad bit frustrated.

But something had apparently changed, if that hugging episode earlier was anything to go by.

Mr. Vash seemed to have a strange relationship with affection. Although he was often zealous with his advances, he seemed to always expect that he would be rebuffed. She’d often wondered why she and Meryl hadn’t been targets of such abysmal flirtations.

“It’s because he has a type,” Meryl had succinctly put it once.

But Milly didn’t think that was the case. No one could say that Meryl wasn’t beautiful. In fact, if anyone had, Milly would have certain words with them. In her case, it was probably because they had an affable relationship. Mr. Vash certainly reminded her of a few of her brothers with his appetite, and it warmed her to think that he might consider her akin to a little sister.

“It’s because we’re his friends,” she said decisively. Or as decisively as she could in her case. With Meryl, there always seemed to be a question mark at the end. Not that Meryl and Mr. Vash weren’t friends, but the way his tremulous gaze tracked her as she cried or smiled shakily up at him, made Milly certain that he found her beautiful. What confused Milly was why he never said so out loud.

He never asked, at least with words. When he moved forward on his own to envelope Meryl in a comforting embrace, Milly thought that at last there were moving in the right direction.

Although he had become more openly touchy with Meryl, this was still a strange development.

Apparently, Mr. Vash had taken Meryl’s words to heart. Each time Meryl was ready to bonk him on the head with anger, Mr. Vash decided he would put her in a submission hold until she calmed down, so he could protect his ‘poor, sensitive body’.

Meryl seemed to have had the rug pulled out under her with this new development in their routine. The familiar clutch to fall back under was gone. Instead, she had to contend with heat and an ever-increasing heart-beat which was a nightmare to put up with in the scorching atmosphere of No Man’s Land.

And Milly knew, that when Meryl got embarrassed, she got mad, so it was a never-ending cycle, and sometimes it took hours before Mr. Vash was satisfied that she had calmed down enough to let her go.

Once, she had spied Meryl perched sideways across Mr. Vash’s lap as he clutched at her shoulder and his other arm enveloped her wholly and entirely. It may as well have been an iron band, with how futile Meryl’s escape attempts seemed to be. Her head was tucked carefully under his chin as he rubbed it over her hair in a rhythmic motion, as if determined to leave his scent all over her. Huh, she never knew Mr. Vash was a cat. Perhaps he’d meant to relax her, but the motion had a relaxing effect on him instead if his blissed-out, dozing face was anything to go by.

Another time, Mr. Vash had bundled Meryl into his coat, tiny limbs and all, as he deposited her onto his lap. ‘To stop her from scratching me,’ he’d explained with a mischievous grin as Meryl glared daggers at him. Huh, perhaps it was Meryl who was the cat.

But as with anything, her boss was quick to adapt. It was just a few of the reasons why Milly admired her so much.

Usually, Meryl got angry when Mr. Vash did one of three things, got into some sort of trouble, bothered the female population, or got hurt. Oh, and when he disappeared without a word, but Milly knew that the last one just made her sad, and she grew mad to cover up the hurt.

Meryl huffed out a breath causing her bangs to lift, “He’s right,” she admitted reluctantly. “I have no right to get mad at him.”

Although Milly appreciated that Meryl was trying to reign in her temper, she wanted to disagree with that statement.

And so Meryl tried not to react each and every time Mr. Vash caused chaos, tried the deep breathing exercises that Milly recommended to her.

Unfortunately, Mr. Vash noticed. In many ways, Mr. Vash reminded Milly of her youngest big brother. His impulse control was already shaky on a good day, but now it was as if he was like a kid denied his favorite donut. His antics grew more outlandish. An explosion here. Another destroyed car there.

And while Meryl could more or less control herself whenever something bad happened that wasn’t entirely Mr. Vash’s fault, it was another story when he flirted. She couldn’t control her temper then, try as she might. And so, Mr. Vash flirted, terribly, blatantly, and where Meryl could see as much as possible. He seemed to have a precognitive ability whenever Meryl’s fingers would near his ear, or as Milly suspects, he could always tell before and duck out from under the assault, but he still let Meryl do it anyway.

Now, he didn’t let her succeed. Instead, he’d intercept her hand, twist her so she was fit against him, back to chest, as he encircled her. Even as Meryl beat her hands against his on her stomach, it didn’t dislodge the goofy grin on his face.

“Whyyyy, Milly,” she whined pitifully as she finished another shot of gin, “It’s so silly. He can flirt with whoever he wants! Who am I to get mad?”

Milly for once didn’t say anything as she sipped carefully at her drink. She would have to be the sober one this time around. As she watched her boss drown her tears on her crossed hands, she frowned.

“Meryl…is he taking advantage?” Milly hates that she had to ask in the first place. She knew Mr. Vash wasn’t like that at all, but it seemed that he never learned to ask properly.

She remembers Mr. Vash’s contented face, as Meryl ran her hand through his hair to get at another scrape caused by another of his death-defying daring exploits.

Meryl blinks back at her slowly, as she hiccupped. When awareness dawns, she flails, “No, of course not! He wouldn’t. There’s no reason for him to,” she murmurs quietly, but Milly can hear her clearly even in the rowdy bar.

Milly bites her lip, “Meryl, don’t you think…”

But her boss cuts her off before she can even finish. Meryl won’t insult her intelligence by pretending at ignorance. Before it might have worked.

‘As if I could ever like that donut-inhaling, womanizing, human disaster!’

But they’ve been friends for far too long for that. Instead, she dispels her notions with cold logic.

“I can’t be special to him, Milly. It’s just love for humanity, you know?”

Oh, that Mr. Vash. Milly already said she wouldn’t forgive him for making Meryl cry, and now here he was making her second-guess herself again. Meryl looks like she wants to convince herself. But Milly wonders at that strange emphasis.

She’s convinced herself that she can’t be special to him because she’d convinced herself that he loved everybody just the same. Whether it was someone who loved him, like Jessica, or the countless other women who he threw himself at and was rebuffed by.

Meryl and Mr. Vash were both incredibly smart, but often, they were just incredibly silly. Mr. Vash loved Milly, just the same as she loved him, and yet while he was also more open with her now, after putting his burdens behind him, allowing himself to be hugged by her or offering a friendly pat or ruffle of her hair, she remembers that it had not been to her that a promise to return was made or a kiss offered, shyly and hidden though it may have been.

Milly and Meryl had been friends for a long time, braving countless disasters, one humanoid typhoon included, together, so she can hear the words unsaid.

‘I can’t be another person he loses.’

And Milly’s heart breaks because her dear friend is foregoing her own happiness just to avoid the risk, the chance, of taking away from his own. And her heart breaks even further when Milly realizes who she is reminded by.

Denial 

Fear

As Milly takes in her friend’s despondent gaze, she wonders which one Meryl would rather live with. 

As much as she wants to protest and comfort, she knows Meryl can’t be reasoned with when she’s in this state.

Instead, she thinks of her friend’s current dilemma with the Humanoid Typhoon, and smiles sweetly.

“Hey Meryl, don’t get mad. Get even instead.”

#vashmeryl #trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #in honor of the milly announcement #vash and meryl are really the type of couple who you keep on imagining cuddling #I love all of the comfort fics #vash needs them #cuddles not struggles #but meryl will still struggles #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #checkmate #trigun fic

[bcbdrums]

As much as I love Drakgo and KimRon don’t you think the ships felt a little one sided?

i'm not totally sure what you mean. do you mean, in terms of the characters' feelings for each other?

if yes, there's a lot apparent in canon as far as Kim/Ron are concerned.

facts:

Ron has entertained the idea about he and Kim as a couple for a long time

Ron chooses to stay friends in case being a couple didn't work out

Kim "waited 12 stinking years for [Ron] to kiss [her]" quote from Homecoming Upset, indicating clearly that she's liked him from the very beginning

that's...really enough right there. it's unspoken since we don't get to see about romance from Kim's perspective that much (because to talk about it is to be vulnerable, and some vulnerabilities heroes don't reveal) but her comment about the twelve-years thing shows that she was almost certainly just as concerned about hurting their friendship as Ron was. it's not one-sided, it's just that we're not allowed to see Kim's vulnerable side in this way.

now on to Drakgo. Drakken comes to Shego's rescue with a giant robot in Go Team Go. she comes to his rescue in: A Very Possible Christmas, Clean Slate, Graduation... Shego comes back out of jealousy in Mad Dogs and Aliens. that's twice she leaves a vacation for him, once she comes back just because she wants to, and in Graduation puts herself in dire harm's way to save him.

Drakken fantasizes about Shego water skiing in Kimitation Nation and that's also the episode where he calls her "dumpling," not a typical pet name for just one's sidekick. Shego is constantly hanging around Drakken in a bathing suit, tanning and hot-tubbing in the lab which is wholly unnecessary. in Graduation she even changes out of the swimsuit to her normal suit in front of him.

their relationship is an old married couple vibe, not a twitterpated teen first love vibe. so they come across differently than our teens Kim and Ron.

this is just a handful of examples, but i could go on... point simply being, it's not one-sided in either case.

i think the reason people may not see it is...because the show isn't a romance. it's an action cartoon. the romance was never the focus. the show was meant to end with So the Drama, the kiss being the final scene, and all of S3 teased it blatantly even with Kim and Ron poking fun at it themselves when talking about Agony County, the in-show soap opera they watch. ending on making the ship canon is a perfect ending, but the romance was never ever the point. it's all there, but it's never in your face because....that's just not with KP as a show is about.

appreciate the ask, Anon!

#queued post #kim possible #ron stoppable #shego #drakken #drakgo #kim x ron #ask answer

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

Can we talk about the fact that all the guys in the land are at least halfway in love with Jared?

Seriously, though.

They’ve been swooning over him ever since he was a wee lad.

Oh and we can’t forget this one (below), who’s obviously one of the more recent additions to the collection -

Keegan: “I enjoy every single minute with Jared.”

“Oh man…I love him so much.”

Mhm.

It’s okay. You can’t help yourself.

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And the list goes on and on.

Not just actors, of course.

And not just men…duh.

But you can’t deny that Jared does have an uncanny and fucking powerful ability to capture the male gaze specifically.

And I’d be creating this post well into my grave if I tried to include ALL the men who lust after him.

We can hardly be blamed for doing it, though.

Christ almighty…🥵😍

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Okay, but anyway.

Enter Jensen Ackles.

Just like all the rest (pre J2 & post J2), he was instantaneously and understandably smitten with Jared.

————

“They were hanging out before they shot the pilot, and I remember Jensen describing the guy he was going to be working with. He said, ‘man…he’s kinda awesome.’”

“-he was like, ‘I gotta tell you…it’s tough for me to say…[Jared’s] a badass. He’s really smart. And he’s really cool.’”

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And the smitten just got smitten-er and smitten-er with each passing day.

It was ‘let’s get Jared naked’ this, and ‘I can’t play his brother’ that.

I mean…

Jensen: “He’s got some good old fashioned southern charm…”

(‘so you’ll have to forgive me for blushing and grinning like a twitterpated loon.’)

But despite having certainly already become accustomed to the fact that his milkshake brings all the boys to the yard…

Jared was all like:

Hi there…😍

-the frickin’ second the beautiful boy that is Jensen (Jared’s words not mine) walked into his life.

Um. To clarify though, that is not to say that I don’t also classify Jensen as a beautiful, beautiful boy, because…well, I have eyes.

And…👅.

I agree wholeheartedly, Jared.

A DECADE POINT FIVE (+), GUYS.

And here we still are 😘.

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Jared: “He’s my favorite stud.”

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

#j2 tinhat #husbands husbanding #Jared’s milkshake #beautiful js #my ramblings

[authoressskr]

Those Are *Not* Easter Eggs

Characters: f!Plus!SizeReader (but not a ton is mentioned body wise, so can be any type), Eddie Munson, Mentions/Small interactions with The Party, Wayne Munson, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, Steve and Robin.

Warnings: SMUT, Language, & as always - no Beta

Notes: dividers are by the fabulous, wonderful @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 6863 

Summary: Just some Easter smut. Eddie has graduated, reader is implied same age as Nancy/Robin. They have an apartment together. I picture this as a no upside down au, but however you read into it is fine with me.

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“Hey bunny,” The voice comes from your right as you come down the narrow row to claim a seat in the back of the mixed-grade history classroom. Looking down, you’re met with a sight; big brown eyes were nearly hidden behind dark shaggy bangs, a worn gray Metallica shirt, and a denim battle jacket - all worn with a smirk. Whoever he is then flashes his pearly teeth up at you, stretching his left foot out from under the desk as you chance a look over your shoulder. “I was talking to you, bunny.”

“Bunny?” You slide into your seat, confused as to why the dark-haired boy is calling you that. He perks up a bit, straightening as his ever-widening smile grows to show the smile lines by his eyes. You find it adorable and a sharp contradiction to the way he dresses.

“Swear my foot almost started thumping when I saw you come in like that.”

“Like what?” 

“Dressed in those soft tan pants and that dark pink shirt? You got me all twitterpated and shit, bunny.” Your hand flying up to smother your burst of laughter only makes his smile widen until dimples appear. Not sure where the burst of confidence comes from, you lean forward a bit as the last stragglers of students enter the class, the boy mirroring your move, forearm braced on the light brown wood of the desk. Your eyes flit from his face to his heavy silver rings that barely manage a half-hearted shine in the fluorescent lights above.

“Does that make you Thumper or Bambi, with those big brown eyes?”

“You can call me whatever the hell you like, bunny,” He stage whispers as the class sounds around you both dim, your eyes meeting his again.

“So you’ll have no problem with me yelling ‘Bambi’ down the hallway?”

“With that sweet voice? Nah,” He eases back into his seat just so, splaying back into a more relaxed position - the picture of confidence. “Bambi,” He pauses, tilting his head from left to right before turning to look directly at you again, drawing you in with those chocolate eyes. “Thumper.” Head goes back to the left. “Eddie. I’m not picky.” You hum, twisting a bit downward to busy yourself with pulling out a notebook from your backpack; trying desperately to hide and quell the embarrassment and flustered feelings swirling in your gut now as you scrawl your name, the date, and ‘junior year’ just beside it.

The teacher calls the class to order, voice monotone as he calls out attendance.

You see a slip of paper come into your peripheral, looking again at the boy to your left; Eddie, you remind yourself as fingers subtly take the paper from his grasp.

Bunny - 

You like Dungeons and Dragons or Twinkies?

Turning your head just so towards Eddie, gesturing your green painted nails at the paper, perplexed but trying not to smile too big at his odd question.

I’ve never played that. And yes.

Slipping the paper onto his desk corner before raising your hand in reply to the teacher calling your name for attendance.

You have a pretty name, bunny

Wanna sit with me at lunch? I’ll share my Twinkies with you

And tell you about D&D

And our future little bunnies

Fucking eyebrows could go no further up as you read the last line, turning to stare at him fully with wide eyes.

Eddie just grins and raises his hand for attendance, never breaking eye contact.

You smile down at the lines of empty baskets, all adorned with white ribbons featuring little gray bunnies, assembled on two long tables as you think back on your first meeting with Eddie Munson.

The first was as magical a meeting as you can have in high school - and honestly the most important one for you after moving here your junior year. Not only did Eddie Munson, the extrovert nerd who was unafraid to speak his mind or be who he was, take your quiet, wallflower self under his wing. A few months later, once you’d begun to start unraveling who Eddie was, he had shown up by your locker one morning uncharacteristically nervous and asking if you would be willing to go out with him.

“A date date, bunny.” He had explained, playing with the heaviest of his rings on his left hand, staring intensely at your face as he waited for an answer. Your own fingers reach out and wrap firmly around his hand, smiling at Eddie softly.

“I’d love to go on a date date with you, Eds.”

You’d been together ever since; just over two years now. After straightening a few of the baskets, making sure that everything is as perfect as you can make it you make a mental reminder that if you could get through the rest of this morning and afternoon, you’ll be looking forward to more than just a date date with Eddie.

You had - probably a bit foolishly - volunteered to help your mom out this year with the Hawkins Hospital’s Annual Easter Egg Hunt. She had been “randomly” chosen (one of the candy stripers had told you in hushed tones two weeks ago that it was because no one else wanted to and she hadn’t done it yet, making you try not to grimace at the revelation) to help the head nurse and the dean of the hospital’s secretary plan the event, but as it turns out, the head nurse was busy with a handful of walking pneumonia cases. And the secretary was suddenly thrust into trying to deal with some fallout of one of the orderlies committing adultery with the hospital kitchen manager. So the burden had fallen solely to her, and knowing how easily stressed your mom becomes dealing with things outside of her comfort spheres - you and Tiffany, the newest nurse who had very kindly volunteered. Since then you’d been going all sorts of hours that you weren’t working part-time at the library or at the community college to help make this something entertaining and fun for the children of Hawkins.

Eddie swears the other night you were murmuring about coloring eggs and tablecloths in your sleep - *that’s* how consuming it’s become.

Organizing this had of course cut into your time with your boyfriend, only managing three date nights in the last month and a half. Falling asleep for the last two Fridays in a row at Steve’s movie nights were added to the list of negligence you felt toward not just your boyfriend, but your friends. Keeping your grades up, the library maintained, and somewhat of a freaking social life with planning this egg hunt was leeching you dry.

However, ecstatic was the only way to describe how you’d be feeling tomorrow - free of Easter pastels, colored eggs, kids' activities, and Tiffany’s saccharine demeanor. 

Getting home last Wednesday, Eddie had just gotten home from work himself, frowning at your heavy eyelids and heavy sighs as you tried to will yourself to find something to make for dinner for the two of you.

“Bunny,” Eddie had admonished softly, coming behind you and closing the refrigerator door. “Wayne gave me a frozen lasagna. That woman he’s been flirting with who moved in next door is keeping him very well fed, so he shared since he knows you’re just running your little self into the fucking ground.” Turning in his embrace, you shove your face into his chest, inhaling his scent as his hands run up and down your back.

“‘M sorry, honey,” You whine softly into his shirt, trying so hard not to cry. 

“Don’t be sorry, bunny. I love what you’re doing - most of the time it seems to make you happy to help. Buuuuuttt,” He pulls back, his right hand taking hold of your chin, his eyes boring down at you. “You need to give some of the duties back to your mom and Tiffany. I get their busy with their jobs, but they just have their jobs. You got a job and school. Please, baby. For me?” He knows you usually give in to him - you are too soft-hearted not to when he asks for something specific. Especially when you know Eddie is very much like you in the respect that he doesn’t like asking for things. He waits for your answer, bracing himself a bit for your excuses as to why you can manage, but instead, you nod gently, his finger and thumb still holding your chin as you breathe out a soft ‘yes’. His dark eyebrow raises just so before leaning a bit forward to kiss your forehead. “Thank you bunny. Now, let me get that food into the oven and I’ll help you.” 

In your slower-running mind, the infliction he’d put on help had passed over your head.

But you’d caught on pretty fucking quickly after hearing the slight squeak of the oven door. Forearm thrown over your eyes as the radio played softly in the corner, you hadn’t been aware until Eddie’s hands settled suddenly on the tops of your thighs, jumping slightly in reaction and arm falling back to the arm of the chair.

“Hi,” Eddie coos with a wide grin from his kneeling position, brown eyes showing his mirth. “Let’s get these off.” Lithe fingers are already unbuttoning and tugging your jeans and underwear down before he finishes his damn sentence. “Alright bunny, we have about an hour before the food is ready. Can you be a good girl and gimme a few orgasms, huh?” Swallowing hard you nod, making those smile lines appear as he spreads your legs apart.

One thing about Eddie is he is intense. He loves intensely. He dislikes intensely. And sweet baby Jesus, does this man fuck intensely.

It’s not even that he’s rough or overly enthusiastic, no. His soul focus is you. That is enough to make you squirm. Which Eddie knows. He knows you like the back of his hand. Baring your most intimate parts to his eager mouth, you suck in a sharp breath as his tongue licks a broad stripe upward before his tongue flicks your clit. You feel him chuckle as he adds in a finger, his mouth focusing on drawing unknown symbols across your button as your fingers slide into his messy waves.

Honestly, you had assumed it might take you a bit longer to come with all the stress, but between the crook of Eddie’s fingers just against that spongy spot inside you and the constant change and flicker of his tongue licking and sucking, you come embarrassingly fast with handfuls of his hair gripped tightly as he groans into your cunt.

Eddie’s kissing your left thigh as his free hand squeezes and massages the right, working you through the last bits of your orgasm, withdrawing his fingers and sticking them into his mouth. “Mmmhmm. Well, there…that’s one.”

“Shut up,” You mutter, hands releasing quickly from his hair to cover your face. Eddie’s fingers slide easily into your pussy, chuckling as you jump again before moaning loudly above him.

“I know you love to shut me up with this perfect pussy, huh bunny? Got that one out of you in less than ten minutes. Gotta say I might start timing how fast I can get you to come.” Throwing your head back, you groan as Eddie throws your legs over his shoulders, diving right back in.

“It’s the fucking…stare…” You pant out, his big brown eyes blinking up at you as he slurps and groans, a whine escaping from you, high and needy. “Please, Eddie.” Your fingers return to his hair, sliding against his scalp before tightening, his own whine amplifying your pleasure. His ringed fingers have slid beneath your shirt, very happy you had shed your bra immediately after coming home, switching between kneading your breast and tugging on your nipple, rolling your hips forward to press his face closer. “Fuck!”

“Baby, you’re gonna give me a complex,” Eddie smirks out as you push his head away from your oversensitive pussy, shoving at his shoulders as well until there is room for you to slide out of the chair and onto the carpet before him.

“You already have one, Eddie. You know you’re amazing at sex,” You’re tugging his shirt off, his arms raised to help you before reaching out to cup your face in his hands and kissing you deeply, licking into your mouth. The kiss does slow down your eager hands a bit, fingers settling on his waist. As he pulls away, he’s wearing that soft expression, the one he had the first time he told you he loved you, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“You’re biased. But I’m only amazing at sex cause it’s sex with you. We go together, bunny,” Nodding at his words before leaning forward to kiss him again, shorter this time, his buckle being pulled open and his own jeans being shoved down.

Fingers wrap around his hard and leaking cock, your thumb sliding over his slit as Eddie’s head lolls back with a low groan. “Well, I think I get to be biased because it’s just so fucking good,” You chuckle out before leaning forward to mouth at his tattoos, trailing down to his nipples - first the left and then the right, pumping him with your hand the entire time.

“Oooh - fuck. Okay. Okay! Couch. Now.” Eddie doesn’t give you much time to react, he’s standing, hands under your armpits to get you from your kneeling position all while trying to kick his jeans the rest of the way off as you laugh, making him halt again to kiss you. You tug your shirt off, Eddie taking in the sight with a grunt. “Gorgeous, bunny.”

Rolling your eyes, you settle on your back on the couch, hands grabbing out for Eddie as he leans over, one knee propped between your legs as he lowers himself down. Wrapping one hand behind your left knee, he lifts it a smidge, his other hand gripping himself and giving a few strokes before running the tip through your wet folds and tapping his head against your clit twice. He waits until he hears a little moan from you before notching his head just inside your cunt. Your hands scramble to his back and ass, trying to pull him into you, only to suddenly have the air punched from you as Eddie snaps his hips forward, filling you to the brim. He holds himself still, his right hand over your shoulder as he watches the emotions roll across your face before hearing you sigh heavily, eyelids fluttering open to stare up at the man you love.

“Hi,” You whisper, hands sliding up his narrow hips and chest to cup his face in your hands, thumbs swiping along his cheeks as you stare into his chocolate eyes. Swallowing hard you fight back tears, Eddie leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Thank you, Eddie.” Something flits through his eyes as you say that, the hand behind your knee suddenly pressing that leg towards you, a soft ‘oof’ being pushed out at the movement.

If only you’d realized then…

Eddie eases back, leaving just his tip nestled within before snapping back harshly, setting a brutal pace as he drops the grip on your leg, instead his fingers slide between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit.

“Oh, bunny,” He pants against your mouth, “As much as I fucking enjoy watching you fall apart for me…” Your whines seem to spur him on, hands sliding from his face to claw at his back. It’s all at once too much, too sharp, too hard. But on the other side of the coin, it’s not enough. Eddie seems to just know intuitively that you need more, closer. He drops most of his weight down, using his knees to help drive himself forward, head bent down to tug at your right nipple with his teeth. As you cry out at the onslaught, Eddie releases your breast from his mouth with a wet plop, moving to nuzzle the other as his hips snap forward harder. “Lookit, how your sweet, plump body moves for me. How your soft fucking body just needs me, sucking me in. Fuck. Greedy pussy my bunny has.” The heavy pants between his words and the deep groan, right as he snapped his hips forward, punching that spot inside of you just right as his fingers never stopped their assault, sends you hurtling over the fucking cliff. The cry of his name and your cunt squeezing him pull a groaning laugh from him, feeling your teeth sink into his shoulder just after for just a handful of seconds, his hips slowing a bit. He loves watching you come, the veins in your neck as you arch and your eyes squeezed closed before Eddie orders you to open them. “That’s three, bunny. I know you can give me one more before food’s done.”

“I can,” You whimper out, knowing it’s what he wants. And if Eddie would just keep fucking you like that, you’d give him whatever he asks. His hand smooths back some pieces from where they stick against your forehead before snapping his hips forward once, pausing as you writhe a bit under him before he smiles at you, all teeth and dimples.

“Good. Good. Now, can you be a good bunny and get on your hands and knees for me baby?” He withdraws from you, a slick, wet noise before his hands are helping to turn you around. You can feel the metal dig into the meat of your ass as he grabs hold of it, groaning before smoothing his hands over them. “Perfect, bunny, perfect. So fucking -” He sinks himself back into your cunt in one smooth thrust, grunting out your name, “Go-ood for me, aren’t you?” You nod eagerly against the cushion, his left hand sliding up your back to hold the back of your neck as he begins to thrust, short and quick, not withdrawing from your heat as much as before. “Now, bunny,” His left-hand releases your neck, you whining from the loss before he switches hands - the left now gripping your hip tightly as his right slides around to brush against your clit. It’s like a livewire now, your body pushing back automatically to spear yourself deeper on his cock. “I need you to promise me something…” But this motherfucker begins to fuck you in earnest then, guitar-scarred fingers lightly and teasingly swiping over your button as you keen beneath him, ass pushing back to meet his rough thrusts.

“Please. Please. Please. Eddie. Yes. Please,” It all comes out in a whined-out jumble, wanting to agree because you want him to come. You want him to cover you with his weight, pressing his lips against your throat as he groans out the filthiest fucking things he’s done to you - and absolutely will do again - as he fills you hard enough to punch the air from you in sharp pants, his left hand tangling with yours as he pushes you both towards your ends.

“You promise - fuck, bunny - you promise me we aren’t leaving this damn apartment til Monday,” You hear him swallow hard, his chest covering your back just how you wanted, teeth nipping at your shoulder and neck. “You finish your Easter shit and when we get home, you’re gonna be naked. Under me,” Eddie groans as he rolls his hips before pushing your knees a little further apart. “Over me. Fucking everywhere like the weekend we moved in here. And I’m gonna mark you up, baby. All over your soft little bunny body. Until your class Monday morning.” Honestly, you’re so lost in his voice that you weren’t paying as much attention to the words per se as you should have been - but you’ll argue until you are blue in the face that that is his fault. You’re panting with your cheek pressed against the couch cushion as Eddie rails into you, crying out his name as he begins to slow his pace.

“Eddie!”

“Promise me and I’ll give you want you want, baby.” Your brain sorts through all he’s been saying, lifting your head a little to nod enthusiastically as tears slip down your cheeks.

“I promise! Please! I promise til Monday class!” Eddie’s sudden hard thrust sends you forward, your hand scrambling out to brace against the arm of the couch as he hits your g-spot with near precision with each sharp move. “Fuck, Eddie. Fuuuckk,” You groan, feeling his fingers switch to quick, hard back-and-forth movement on your clit as Eddie moans out your praises.

“That’s it. My good girl. Promising me like a good bunny. And good girls get fucked how they want, huh? Fucking griping me like a goddamn vice,” You feel his teeth bite down hard at that juncture of your shoulder and neck, licking over it sweetly to soothe the sting before continuing with a groan. “Gonna let your Thumper fill up your pussy? Let me fuck our little bunnies into this perfect little cunt?” He can feel the way your grip him, smirking into the hair behind your ears at your reaction. “Ooh, grip me like that again, baby and I’ll fucking fill you up.”

“Let me spank you and tease you with the handcuffs on and you can, Thumper,” You pant out lowly, so close you can taste it as Eddie’s hips stutter for a beat.

“Anything. You. Fucking. Want. Bunny,” Every word is punctuated by a sharp thrust, the continuous pressure on your clit coupled with Eddie’s precision and words, your orgasm crashes over you, crying out Eddie’s name loudly as the slap slap slap of skin continues about eight more times before Eddie is grunting out your name and spilling into you, collapsing atop you before tugging you with him as he shuffled a bit towards the back of the couch, taking some pressure off you but keeping his cock nestled within. “Fuck. I love you, bunny.”

“I love you,” You breathe out after a long minute, turning your head as best you can as he cranes his forward to kiss you.

You physically have to shake your head to try to refocus - not thinking of the incentive…but well you were definitely still just as twitterpated as Eddie.

Brought back fully to the present, albeit it now hornier,  with a loud sing-song call of your name across the small clearing, you manage to paste on a smile and flash a thumbs up to Tiffany. Smoothing a hand over your new slate blue dress dotted with tiny white flowers, a small sigh escapes as you pick up the clipboard from the end of the first table. Pen tapping the paper, going over all the unchecked boxes once more, and shoving all the dirty, wanting thoughts away for the time being.

___ Hide Eggs within limits {paper ribbons cordoned off by the hospital staff}

___ Jonathan pictures {whole event; with Easter Bunny; etc}

___ Egg hunt at 11 am sharp

___ Prize for the golden egg {$20}

___ Cleanup + reminder for everyone that desserts will be available in the new wing of the hospital

Heading towards the edge of the clearing that held a bright white Easter banner on two red striped poles, looking out for your friends to exit soon as the clouds seem to part temporarily. Eddie and company (even Joyce and Hopper) had all agreed to help hide the eggs, nearly making you cry as you had looked at the ‘Be the Bunny’ volunteer list at the hospital two weeks ago. Checking off the first line as Robin comes into view with Max just steps behind her, you feel a weight lift. She’s grinning at you, making your forehead furrow a bit as you try to figure out what this particular Robin brand grin is about. Steve isn’t far behind Max, with Will on one side and Dustin on the other, Lucas and Erica shooting each other *looks* as they trudge along beside Will.

Dustin is the one to begin pointing as Steve’s face changes to perplexed. You catch Robin’s shady glare just as you turn fully around.

The scene before you is…hard to describe at first.

You see Andy, Chance, Josh, as well as three sophomores all from the basketball team rushing towards you as Jason, Kimberly, and Angela - former cheerleaders and also former girlfriends of Chase - all noisily cheering a handful of feet away. It takes seconds, the boys turning to give you their backs, their Sunday slacks suddenly swept downward as they bend forward, flashing very odd colors, and you swore for a hot second - decorated, balls along with their nasty ass backdoors.

“Jesus!” You hear Mike shout in the most disgusted voice, followed promptly by a booming yell from Hopper somewhere over your left shoulder. Then the boys are all shuffling their pants up as they attempt to start moving to get away, not quite as quickly nor efficiently as they’d come. Jason and the girls had disappeared in a flash nearly as suddenly as Eddie appears at your side.

“Well, those were definitely not Easter eggs. Man, that was disgusting!” You spit out, gagging slightly before panic glancing around the area to make sure no children are around. “Thank fuck no kids are around. Dipshits.” Eddie leans forward, nuzzling behind your ear and giving a breathy chuckle.

“Stressing my bunny out more…” He tuts, ringed fingers slightly digging into your hip to pull you into him. “Their balls were all dyed and decorated, right? I wasn’t just fucking seeing things?”

“No, Bambi,” You whisper in reply, turning to press your forehead against his. “We all saw the same gross balls and starfishes.” Eddie’s shoulders shake with light laughter at your face and tone. “You think they’d at least trimmed that down or something while they were all fondling and drawing on each other.” Nancy coughs loudly beside Eddie, trying to cover her laughter.

“Actual eggs are all hidden. And, um, Hopper, Steve, and a few of the volunteer firemen caught all of them I think.” It’s only then that you see what’s in Eddie’s right hand.

“Honey, what’re those?”

“Well bunny, these are some polaroids I was taking of my very sexy girlfriend being in charge,” He leans in like he’s telling you a secret but doesn’t lower his voice. “Hot stuff right here. Then these morons with Easter egg balls ruined my bunny’s unwitting photo shoot.”

“Really, Eddie?” You hear Robin scoff out from behind you, leaning between Eddie and Nancy to see the Polaroids.

“What? I’m gonna give them to Hopper! I don’t want pictures of those pricks.”

"Especially not those pricks pricks," Dustin chortles out, Lucas biting his bottom lip to try to stop the laughter.

“Please tell me you didn’t get their junk in the pictures,” Erica sasses out, face saying exactly what everyone was thinking.

“No, fine Lady Applejack. I was close to my bunny, but not that close. So no fear of willies here.” Lucas and Will chortle as El and Max burst into giggles.

Joyce claps behind you, getting everyone’s attention even as she fights her own wide smiles. “Okay. Okay. What else is left to do?” Your focus goes straight back to the forgotten clipboard in hand.

“Continuious pictures from Jonathan. The actual egg hunt. And clean up. Hopper hid the golden egg, right?” Joyce nods assuringly.

“He did. And Jonathan is taking pictures of the kids with the Easter Bunny for another fifteen minutes, then he’ll come and set up by the basket station until the hunt begins.”

“The mayor will fire the starter pistol from there to begin the hunt. Kids under 6 will be over in Nancy and El’s area. Older kids in the other. Oh! And we all need to remind people as they’re leaving the egg hunt that there are desserts in the new wing of the hospital,” You rattle off before Eddie removes his hand from your hip to snatch the clipboard.

“Babe. Bunny. Sweetheart.” Eddie coos, handing it to Joyce as you watch the exchange with intensity. “Breathe. Enjoy the little kids about to wreck this little area while they scream and fight about eggs.”

“You say the sweetest things, honey, I swear,” You mumble dryly before side-eyeing your boyfriend. Everyone jumps into action, drifting a bit away from the two of you, helping out as Hopper and the hospital director come over.

“Just minutes left until we release all the children. Everything is - uh - presentable? After the - um - incident?”

“Yes. They didn’t touch anything and amazingly didn’t knock anything over in their hasty escape,” You answer the director with your smile set to reassuring, waiting until the older man nods a bit too vigorously before shuffling away towards an approaching Tiffany and your mother.

You slowly push a long breath out, your peripheral catching Eddie’s elbow rising, making you turn to look at him fully. He makes a show of looking at his watch, elbow, and forearm parallel to his chin.

“Just two more hours,” Eddie grins out at you, brown eyes a little lighter than usual in the late morning light. “Then, my beautiful princess, I will make sure you’re fed,” He turns to fully face you, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb running soothingly along your jawline. “And then we’re gonna nap.”

“We’re gonna nap?” You repeat incredulously as he chuckles lowly.

“Then, of course, I will fuck you senseless on every damn surface in the apartment,” He pauses, lips twitching. “Couple times,” He adds with a stage-like pensiveness, making you hum as he leans forward. “And I have stocked the fridge, the freezer, and - of course - bought that massage oil you liked of Nancy’s -”

“Really?!” You gasp out excitedly before he shushes you with a quick, soft brush of his lips against yours.

“To help you relax from all of this and from how I’m gonna be contorting your pretty, soft little body.” You slide your arms around his neck as you exchange big smiles.

“Have I told you how much I love you lately, Munson?” His face returns to that thoughtful look, pursing his lips just so.

“It’s been a couple days, sweetheart.”

“You are so full of shit!” You hiss before his mouth is covering yours, you can feel him smiling before his thumb presses against your chin, opening to his eager mouth. Eddie makes it a quick but dirty kiss, knowing that there’ll be kids and parents coming around the corner sooner rather than later.

“I’ll be on the back side with Steve and Dustin, making sure everyone stays in the areas, okay? I’ll see you later, bunny. Love ya.”

“Love you, Bambi Munson.” He playfully scoffs at your words before beginning to walk backward away from you, winking a few times as your mother comes up beside you, waiting until he's gone to try to get your attention.

As Eddie finally turns around, nearly tripping several times on the walk over there, Dustin mutters something to Eddie as Steve smiles - all three of them disappearing into the sparse tree line right before the Mayor’s voice comes on loudly over the small speaker setup just yards behind you, announcing it was finally time! Your mother and yourself barely make it to the Easter basket table just as the starter pistol sounds.

It’s gonna be a manic hour or so judging by the stampede of children hurtling toward you in their Easter best.

By 1:26, everything is thankfully, blissfully done.

Feet aching from the hours and hours spent rushing to and fro, forcing yourself to unclench your jaw as you trudge towards Eddie’s van. Wayne complements the event with his slight drawl, smiling at you with a softness usually reserved only for Eddie. You murmur a grateful thank you as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into him briefly.

Eddie is trailing just behind you two, several of the spare unclaimed baskets adorning his left arm with brownies, candy, and even a little Tupperware bowl with deviled eggs tucked into its shallow wicker grasp. Half of the kids were trailing along behind Eddie, the other half had gone with Steve who was parked in the back of the main hospital parking lot while Eddie was parked along the road that led to the hospital. You can hear Dustin and Will talking about something in the last campaign before Max tosses Reese’s Pieces at Erica who dodges nimbly, the candy hitting Dustin’s arm. In typical fashion there is yelling and laughing, some light shoving as Eddie attempts to corral the kids into the van before hopping in himself. Wayne drops the kids off at Mike’s house, you half asleep in the passenger seat almost nodding off in the now much quieter cab.

You feel the van come to a halt more than anything else, blinking rapidly as Wayne chuckles.

“Girlie, you get you some sleep.”

“Roger that, Wayne,” Eddie salutes as he hops out of the back and gathers his baskets before sliding the van’s back door and gallantly holding out his hand to help you down from the passenger side as you reassure Wayne you will.

“You look like little red riding hood with that many baskets,” You giggle sleepily as you wave to Wayne as he backs down the short driveway.

“That make you the wolf, bunny?” Eddie leans down and says it closer to your ear before growling playfully, fingers digging into your ass in tandem with his growl.

Once you've gotten inside, kicking your shoes off at the door, stumbling slightly into the living room as you try to flex your feet a bit to relieve the tension. You turn on your heel, grinning at your boyfriend as a lightbulb clicks on - both literally above you and in your head.

“Wolf,” You tilt your head to one side as Eddie yanks at his second shoe’s laces, brown eyes looking up at you with mirth. “Bunny.” You shift your head slightly to the other side. “Jockey,” Shrugging you grin down at him as his mouth drops open a tad.

“A jockey?” He questions with a chuckle as he straightens.

“Mmmhmm. Ride you like Seabiscuit.”

“Can I be an Easter unicorn?” The laughter that spills out of you is infectious it seems as the hand reaching out to steady yourself on his chest feels his shudder as his laughter joins yours.

“Anything you want.” Eddie kisses you, ready to deepen it when you pull away. “After my nap.”

“You don’t want any food first?” You unintentionally yawn at Eddie’s question. “Okay. Nap first, light meal after.” And he kisses your forehead gently, in sharp contrast to what you know he’ll be doing to you in a few hours, but it doesn’t matter. Because it’s been a weird as hell day, but watching Eddie carefully help little kids with finding eggs and then watching him schmooze a few of the nurses for leftover goodies has been a highlight in the quest to discover every facet of who this man is. You love him more than you ever imagined you could love someone - and that is both frightening and somehow, so contradictorily, it feels more normal than anything else either.

“I adore you, Eddie.”

Maybe it’s the way you say it that gets his gaze to turn a bit more serious. Maybe he just knows. As if he doesn’t already know nearly every piece of you, your tones of voice, and your actions. The way his forehead comes to meet with yours, thick lashes brushing against his pale skin as he blinks a few times as you continue to stare at him like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever beheld.

“And I adore you. I love you with every measly little piece of me. Forever and ever - until we’re stardust again.”

“Happy Easter, my tatted, metal bunny.” Eddie snorts before brushing his lips gently over yours. Once. Twice.

“So, we still waiting til after your nap?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making you chuckle and pull away. You head towards the couch, leaning over the arm, legs spread wide behind you as you settle your middle and forearms against the old dark green material.

The little rumble of a groan from his chest as he is suddenly plastered to your back, pushing the sundress up over your ass as the softer material of his nice brown dress slacks brushes against the back of your thighs. “Fuck. Me,” Eddie breathes out as he braces his left hand on the arm, teeth skimming over the delicate skin of your neck as you stare down at his rings.

“I’m trying to,” You reply with a soft chuckle as his right-hand pushes down your underwear, the soft clink of his belt as his pants hit the floor just after.

“Such a perfect lil Easter bunny for me,” Eddie presses a few nipping kisses down the revealing skin on your back below your neck as his nimble fingers drag the zipper halfway down your spine, both hands coming up to your chest to tug the top loose to free your breasts as he groans loudly against your shoulder blade. “No bra? What a good little fuck bunny. Did you think of your promise today, hum? Think of my cock buried deep in your tight little cunt?” You manage to pant out a yes, already so fucking needy. “And so fucking wet so quick, just from me rubbing against your ass and squeezing your tits? Jesus, you know how you rile me up with how fucking responsive you are, baby.”

“Fuck me, Eddie,” You grunt out as you press your ass back against him, feeling the short, rough hairs on his thighs brush against your ass and thighs and the heavy weight of him so close to where you want him. “Please, honey. Please.” Eddie’s teeth sink into your throat before his lips suck and lick at the skin to soothe it. Eddie loves it when you beg and you are too happy to oblige most of the time. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m go – oooh!” The air is knocked out of you as he enters in one sharp stroke, both of you exhaling loudly at the feeling.

“What were you saying?” Eddie purrs out as he grinds slowly against you, his fingers kneading at your breast while you adjust.

“Was gonna shove you onto the carpet -”

“And have your way with me, bunny? While I’m in my Sunday best?” He withdraws just a little before snapping forward to fill you again.

“Yes… Ssshit. Yes. More. Please.” Eddie withdraws nearly completely before thrusting in harder, setting a quick pace.

“I’m - jesus h christ - I'm not gonna last if you keep gripping me like that, princess.”

“Good,” You manage to whine as you press a hand into the couch cushion under you to help push back to meet more of Eddie’s thrusts. Your fingers slide under your dress edge, swirling around your nub in quick circles, trying to get over that cliff with Eddie. “Eddie!”

“You close? Fuck yeah baby, rub your clit for me. Wanna feel you milk me. Come on, I know you can.”

“Wanna…” You cry out as he pauses, kicking your legs closer together and pressing your shoulders down more before thrusting into your slick heat once more.

“Feels better now, princess, huh? I know I’m hitting that spot,” He chuckles darkly as his hair brushes all over your bare shoulders, sucking another mark on your throat, this time closer to your ear, his fingers knocking yours away to swipe over and around your clit, eager to throw you over the edge before he gets there himself. “From all these fucking beautiful noises you’re making for me. Come for me, baby. Please. Fuck. God. I just need you to come. Now. Please. Now.”

Just a few more brushes of his fingers and one well-placed thrust and you’re screams of his name seem louder in the silent apartment, Eddie’s pleas and grunts murmured against your skin as the wet slap slap slap continues before Eddie’s rhythm falters for a beat as he chases his high.

“Come on pretty boy,” You pant out, body still shaking a bit as you push back against him. “Don’t you wanna come? Fill me up? Fuck.” You can feel his lips in an up-and-down motion as he nods eagerly, too focused on his own orgasm to answer. “Come Eddie. Come. Be a good boy for me and come.” You feel him come, groaning your name against your shoulder as he grinds and rolls himself closer as he pulses.

“I love you,” He murmurs, nuzzling against your throat until you turn your head for a kiss.

“I love you.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”

“Thank you,” You whisper, letting your body slump forward more onto the couch cushion under you as you catch your breath. “I’ll let you wake me up however you want.”

“Yet another reason to love you, bunny. Just another reason.”

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Guest Post from John Martin Rare Book Room

Hardin Library for the Health Sciences

FOX, JOSEPH (1775-1816). The natural history of the human teeth. Printed in London for J. Cox, 1803. 100 pages. 13 illustrations. 30 cm tall.

Welcome to spring, everyone! As we count down to longer days, more sun, flowers in bloom, and a twitterpated animal kingdom, I naturally want to talk about...teeth. So let's sink our teeth into Joseph Fox's (1775-1816) The natural history of the human teeth (first edition - 1803).

Joseph Fox was a trailblazer in dentistry who made significant contributions to the field during the early 19th century. Born in London in 1775, Fox received his medical training at Guy's Hospital. A student of John Hunter and Henry Cline, Joseph Fox was eventually appointed the first lecturer on dentistry at Guy's Hospital.  He was the first dental surgeon appointed to a hospital position and one of the first medical practitioners to devote themselves completely to the care of teeth.

For those with dental anxiety, you can thank Dr. Fox for stressing the need for regular dentist visits. He argued this was especially important for children as they grew and "shed" their first set of teeth.

Fox cared deeply for his profession and wrote and lectured on the importance of improving the quality and standards of dentistry. He stressed that dentistry must have a scientific foundation as it was a medical field.

Beyond teeth, Fox was a passionate proponent of Edward Jenner and vaccination, even offering up his house as a vaccination location, and helped to found the Jenner Society. He was also involved in educational and abolitionist causes.

From 1799 until his death, Fox lectured on dentistry at Guy's Hospital in London. Based on his lectures, he first published The natural history of the human teeth in 1803 and the companion volume, The history and treatment of the diseases of the teeth, in 1806.

Improving and expanding the work of foundational dental scholars, such as Pierre Fouchard, these were the first works in English to provide instructions for the correction of certain dental irregularities. They also have several detailed and sometimes striking illustrations, including the first to show operative procedures and dental pathologies.

There were many editions, including in other languages, and though much of his theory of oral physiology and pathology was of dubious value, his operative procedures remained in vogue for more than fifty years. Along with the clinical and surgical aspects of the book, Fox also provides his thoughts on the biggest issues in the profession, giving the reader a fuller context of the profession at the time.

The book is bound in blue-painted paper over thin paper boards and rebacked with a thick cloth spine. The book is not only striking for its illustrations but also for the text pages. As can be seen from the image above, the book was printed with slightly larger type and very large margins. Anyone with eyesight as poor as mine is grateful for that.

--Curator Damien Ihrig

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