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galexystern · 9 months

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centerfold - 18+

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/fem!reader aka steddie/fem!reader

rating; E

warnings; smut (MDNI), fluff, confessions of love, mutual masturbation, jerking off, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), mutual pining, no use of y/n, no established relationship!

word count; 9.4k

desc; ♪ My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold ♪- 'centerfold' by the j. geils band steve and eddie's mutual high school crush graces the centerfold of an adult magazine. when they learn you're going to be at steve's 5-year hawkins high reunion, they are so there—and maybe they can turn their crush into something more.

a/n; aged up nancy so she's the same year as steve

read on ao3 / masterlist

Steve's buying milk and a pack of cigarettes for Eddie when something draws him to the magazine stand. His eyes rove over it and, checking that he's alone in the store, he quickly picks up an adult issue and flips through it, just letting his gaze skim over the enticing pictures. They're nice, but it's not until he gets to the middle of the publication—where the centerfold unfurls all by itself—that he freezes, staring down at the picture uncomprehendingly.

There you are, splayed out on a sheepskin rug in front of a roaring fire, only covered by a dainty negligee, eye-fucking the camera with a knowing smirk painted on your lips, spread across two pages for the whole nation to see.

Dick already half-hard, he shuts the magazine and throws it onto the counter with his other items, hopefully coming across as nonchalant. Thankfully, the cashier either doesn't notice or care, scanning it without a second look. Steve releases a breath—he didn't know he was so worried about that—and then pays with the spare change from his pocket. He takes his three purchases and books it to his car outside, speeding down the roads until he reaches his building.

He bursts through the door of the apartment he shares with Eddie, shouting the other boy's name repeatedly.

"Fuck, what?" Eddie finally replies, grumpy as he exits his room, where hard rock is blaring loudly. "Where's the fire?"

"Here," Steve says and tosses the magazine and cigarettes to him. He quickly heads into the kitchen to put away the milk and then reappears in the hallway beside Eddie, who has tucked the cigarettes in his pocket and is now looking at the magazine in disgust.

"Uh, thanks, I guess, but I don't need any help getting off." He holds it between two fingers, like it'll contaminate him.

Steve rolls his eyes. "No, look." He grabs the issue back and flips it to the centerfold, rolling open on its own again. He holds it right side up and presents it to Eddie.

"Again, dude, I don't need—" He cuts off when he finally recognizes just who he's looking at: you scantily-clad and inviting every man in the country to look upon you with abandon. He takes it from Steve and holds it close to his face, so he can really make sure. "Is that—"

"Yup." Steve's nodding. "Sure is."

"Holy shit," Eddie breathes.

"You can say that again." Steve sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He moves so he's standing a little behind Eddie and can see the picture again. Fuck, you look even better the second time around. He's having a really hard time not palming his crotch.

Eddie's not, because he's already doing it. "What the fuck," he groans, digging the heel of his hand against his cock, steadily growing harder as he keeps ogling you.

Seeing that Eddie isn't holding back, Steve's resolve snaps and he grips his length through his jeans. "Oh my god," he whines lowly. "She looks so fucking good."

"I always knew she'd be fucking gorgeous," Eddie mutters.

He wanders over to the living room with the magazine, and Steve follows so he can keep studying you. They both collapse onto the couch gracelessly, glancing at each other briefly before undoing their jeans and pulling out their cocks, starting to jerk them hard and fast. The magazine rests on the cushion between them, centerfold spread out, each man convinced your eyes are following them as they get themselves off to the fantasy of you.

"I used to have a crush on her," Steve moans, thinking of you as a cheerleader back in high school, doing dances on the sidelines of the football and basketball games. You were the only one who actually seemed interested in the games, and he could always pick out your screaming voice whenever he'd make a basket. There were a couple of times he'd been so distracted by your beautiful body on the court that the ball had been stolen right out from under him, but he never regretted watching you. And now here you are, on display again. He grunts as he twists his hand in just the way he likes, unable to choose just one part of your photo to focus on, the whole thing captivating him. "Always knew she was outta my league though."

Eddie lets out a strangled laugh. "Out of King Steve's league? If you'd told me that a week ago, I wouldn't have believed it, but looking at this divine creature from heaven, now I'd say your instincts were right."

Steve snorts unexpectedly, but it turns into a moan as he thumbs the head of his dick to smear the pre-cum on his next pass back down.

"I had a crush on her too," Eddie continues, remembering you sitting in front of him in homeroom, wearing soft pink sweaters and sweet little dresses that always made him want to take a peek underneath. You'd occasionally pass notes under the desk to him, asking him about the homework for Mrs. O'Donnell's class or complimenting Corroded Coffin's last performance at the Hideout. He'd always been so disappointed when he couldn't find you after finishing a set, knowing innately you'd already left, but those little messages always made his day, putting a smile on his face that he couldn't explain for the next, oh, week or so. His hand is moving like a flash, clenching at just the right places to propel him towards climax, wanting the photo of you to come alive and help him out in reality. "It was obvious she'd always be out of my league."

"Goddamn, whoever discovered her and made her a model knew what they were doing. She's fucking incredible." Steve's panting as his orgasm nears. "Wonder what her pussy looks like."

"I bet it feels fantastic." Eddie can feel the edge close in on him. "So fucking tight, so warm, so perfect. Fuck, I wanna put my cock inside her."

"I wanna feel that beautiful mouth around mine."

"And her stunning tits, oh my god."

"Wish she was laying on her stomach so we could see that amazing ass as well."

"Oh man, her ass looked so good in those little cheerleading skirts. Remember how they wore the uniforms on game days?"

"Fuck, those were my favorite days. Once or twice she'd forget her uniform underwear and you could get a glimpse of her lacy panties if you were lucky."

"Such a fucking tease. God, I wanna ruin her."

"Me too."

A few more thrusts into tight fists and then both boys are cumming hard, spend splattering across their hands and fists and you. They pant, coming down from their highs, closing their eyes at the dream of fucking you for real. When they've caught their breaths, they look down at the centerfold.

Steve snorts. "Shit," Eddie swears as he wipes a splash of cum off your face, grabbing a tissue from the box Steve always makes sure is on the coffee table. Steve follows suit and they both clean themselves off to the best of their ability with such an inadequate material. Even after, Eddie looks at himself in disgust. "I'm gonna shower."

"Same," Steve sighs, closing the magazine and hiding you away so he doesn't get hard again.

;

Later, the now-clean boys sit on the couch again, watching a movie. They're really not paying attention, too distracted by the thought of you and that centerfold, the magazine tempting them from the coffee table. Despite having mind-blowing orgasms not that long ago, both can feel how easy it would be to get off again, just from one more glance at your perfect figure.

The phone rings.

Steve sighs and stands, walking over and answering it. "Hello?"

"Steve, it's Nancy."

"Hey, what's up?"

"I'm just calling to see if you're coming to the reunion this weekend." Nancy had somehow been roped into being on the alumni committee and volunteered to help handle their upcoming 5-year reunion. She swears it makes her want to shoot herself in the head.

Steve makes a face. "Probably not."

"Oh, come on," she pleads. "I can't do this alone."

"You have Jonathan and Robin," he points out, laughing a little at her misery with something so normal. They'd fought monsters while high school students.

"Robin wasn't in our class."

"Yeah, but she'll be there, right? You have that power."

"Doesn't matter. Why won't you come?"

Steve smirks at her whiny tone. "It sounds miserable, Nancy. You know how high school went."

"You were the King!"

"And it was lonely at the top." Steve hears Eddie snicker behind him, and shoots him a grin.

"What can I do to convince you to come?"

"Noth—" His eyes pass over the magazine and he has a brilliant idea. "Actually, can you tell me if somebody else will be going?"

"I guess so, if that'll help." He gives your name and waits for Nancy to check her list. "Yes, looks like she's RSVP'd as coming."

Steve's heart jumps. "Then I'll be there. So will Eddie."

"Really?" Nancy's so relieved she doesn't even ask why Steve would be asking about you.

"Yeah, we'll see you then."

"Great! See you Saturday!"

When Steve hangs up the phone, Eddie groans, "What have you got me into?"

"My high school reunion," Steve answers and Eddie gives him a look.

"I don't wanna go to that!"

"You will when you hear who else is coming." Eddie watches him curiously, and definitely catches the meaningful glance Steve performs towards the magazine.

"No shit, really?"

Steve nods. "RSVP'd yes."

"Then we're absolutely going."

Steve smirks. "That's what I thought."

;

That Saturday night, Steve and Eddie stroll through the doors of Hawkins High, dressed in their best—or at least their best on such short notice and without looking like they're trying too hard. Nancy, who's manning the welcome table, lights up and stands to hug them both. Eddie's a little surprised by the gesture, but returns it all the same.

"I'm so glad you guys are here," she says, actually sounding like it. She hands them name tags and a couple of Sharpies; they both write their first names down and paste them onto their shirts. "You can head in. Robin and Jonathan are in there too."

Steve nods. "We'll find them. Good to see you, Nance."

She beams. "You too. I'll see you later."

The boys walk into the gym, where there has been attempt to mask the sweat and body odor smell and depressing, prison-like atmosphere, with streamers, balloons, a DJ, colored lights, and cheesy decorations. Eddie has to hold back a laugh at the earnestness of it.

"Dingus!" Someone shouts and Steve turns to see Robin come flying towards him. He catches her in a hug with ease and squeezes her tight.

"Robs, you're a sight for sore eyes." When they lean back from each other, Robin's eyes are sparkling and there's a huge grin on her face.

"I didn't believe it when Nancy said you were coming."

Steve lets his jaw drop in fake-outrage. "I wouldn't lie about that."

Robin snorts. "Sure. Munson, looking good."

He flashes her a cheeky smile. "As do you, Buckley."

"Stop it, you're making me blush," she replies without a trace of red in her cheeks, making Steve and Eddie both chuckle. "Come on, we're over here." She starts walking and the boys have to move quickly to catch up with her long strides. She leads them to a table half-filled: Jonathan, who stands to give them both a handshake; Vickie, who pulls Steve into a hug as well; and Maggie, one of Robin's friends all throughout school, despite being a year older, and who gives them both a polite nod. They nod back.

"How are you two doing?" Jonathan asks. "How's Chicago?"

"Good," Eddie replies and Steve nods in agreement. "Chicago is cold as ever." The table laughs.

"How are you and Nancy?" Steve asks.

Jonathan, of all things, blushes. Steve and Eddie both raise their eyebrows in intrigue. Jonathan checks the area and then says, quietly, "Can you keep a secret?"

Everyone nods excitedly.

"Okay," he says with a deep breath. He pulls something out from his pocket and holds it up: it's a ring box. He pops it open to show off a dazzling diamond ring. Robin gasps loudly while Maggie and Vickie take a closer look. Steve looks at Jonathan, impressed. Eddie even whistles lowly.

"Damn," he says, "that's a nice rock."

"Thanks." Jonathan smiles and then puts the box away.

"Wait, you're not proposing here, right?" Steve asks.

"God, no. I've just been carrying it around since I bought it. Trying to find the right moment."

"Well, it's definitely not here," Eddie replies, to which Jonathan nods.

"Congrats, man," Steve adds, giving Jonathan another handshake.

"Do you need help?" Robin jumps in. "With proposing? 'Cause I can help!"

"Uh..." Jonathan looks a little panicked. Eddie knocks Steve's shoulders and points towards the refreshment table. Steve nods and they turn and walk away, laughing when they hear Robin continuing with her ideas of how Jonathan should propose to Nancy.

"Hope he's having fun with that one," Eddie says with a smirk.

"He deserves it," Steve replies snarkily, making the other boy snicker.

They reach their destination and procure drinks from the punch bowl. They're both in the process of taking the first sip when someone behind them says, in an angelic voice, "Please tell me there's alcohol in there."

Steve and Eddie turn and come face-to-face with you, their high school crush and current wet dream. You look just as good as you do in the centerfold, little black dress outlining your delicious curves and strappy heels accentuating your long legs. Your hair is blown-out and wavy, looking soft to the touch and curling over your shoulder. You're all dolled up, with a smoky eye, red lips, and pink blush cheeks. There's an amused look on your face, watching the two boys take you in.

"Uh," Eddie clears his throat, "would you like there to be?"

You give him an intrigued expression and he pulls his handy flask from an inside pocket of his jacket. Your eyes light up at the reveal and a smile spreads across your delectable lips. "Yes, please."

Both boys try not to pop a boner at your politeness as you fill a cup with punch, holding it out to Eddie eagerly. He unscrews the flask and pours a healthy helping of whiskey into your glass. You take a taste and make a tiny disgruntled face. It's adorable.

"Too much?" Steve asks, lightly teasing.

You shrug. "I'll manage." You size them up. They also look great, from their tight suits to their styled hair to their awed expressions. "So. Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. As I live and breathe."

Steve says your full name in the same tone, making you smile wide.

"I don't think I knew you two knew each other," you continue, taking another sip of the spiked punch.

Steve and Eddie glance at each other before looking back at you. "We...became acquainted his senior year," Steve explains. "Or rather, his last senior year." Eddie shoots him an annoyed glare that makes you giggle.

"Is that so? Well, score for high school me."

That catches both their attention. "What do you mean by that, princess?" Eddie asks sweetly.

You smirk. "Maybe I'll tell you later. After I've had more of this." You hold up the glass and then take a long drink. The boys' gazes are magnetized to your throat as you swallow.

"We're gonna hold you to that, honey," Steve replies with a wink.

"Hopefully that's not everything you'll hold me to." You give him your own wink, which seems to throw him for a loop. You revel in your ability to disarm them so easily. "Where have you guys been since high school? Being rich and famous?"

"Hardly," Eddie snorts, making you laugh unexpectedly. He seems delighted by it.

"We're in Chicago," Steve answers. "Definitely not rich but Eddie is semi-famous."

His cheeks go pink as you look at him in interest. "Semi-famous in the sense that my band is known around the dive bars of the city."

"Corroded Coffin is still together and performing?" You're almost transported back to high school, when you used to sneak into the Hideout to watch them play and then escape as their set finished, exhilarated by the forbidden nature of it. The bar had been pretty skeevy and an unpopular hangout for Hawkins High students, so you'd always gone alone and never told anyone about your adventures. You'd loved watching Eddie play guitar, sure he's never hotter than when onstage.

"Um, yeah.” Eddie’s surprised. "You remember my band?"

"Of course, you guys were so good. Sounds like you still are."

"We have gotten better with age." Eddie's cheeky smile makes you twist your mouth to hold back a giggle. "And Steve here is in law school."

You look at him with wide eyes. "Law school? That's amazing!"

"Oh," Steve says, both embarrassed and proud, "not really. I had the money, so why not?"

"I know that's not why you went." Your gaze pierces into his, seemingly able to read his mind.

"Uh, no, you're right about that." Steve scratches the back of his head self-consciously. "I do wanna help people. Maybe something rights-based. I don't really know yet."

"That's very noble, Steve. You should be proud of it." Steve blushes a little, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"But what are you doing, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, like he knows.

He should know. You want him to know, both him and Steve. "Oh, you know." You wave a hand in nonchalance. "Random things. But lately I've really been into photography."

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent all his blood from flowing down to his half-hard cock. Eddie uses the hand in his pocket to secretly adjust his crotch as his boner grows. You may not be able to see those motions, but you can see how their pupils dilate, and hold back a smirk.

"Anything we might've seen?" Steve asks innocently.

"Possibly," you purr back. "If you've looked in the right places." You watch him swallow and feel triumphant.

"Hey, you guys wanna go exploring?" Eddie asks, startling you out of your dirty headspace. But he has a sinful look in his eyes that tells you you won't be away from it for long. You look back at Steve, who raises his eyebrows in enticing invitation.

"Let's do it," you agree, eyes glinting. You spin on your heels and stride away, leaving the boys to follow like puppies. The power goes to your head a little bit, and you have to focus on your steps so you don't trip in your heels. You push out of the gym and into a deserted hallway, looking over your shoulder at Steve and Eddie, who are walking with purpose behind you. Giving them a wicked smirk, you speed up and then dart into a specific, empty classroom.

When the boys enter, you're sitting on the teacher's desk. Eddie looks around while Steve presumptuously closes the door. You give him a look, but he just smiles angelically.

"You recognize this place?" You ask. You don't expect Steve to know, but Eddie responds as you'd wished.

"Oh man, this was our homeroom senior year. Your senior year, at least."

You hum. "That's right. Where did you sit again?"

Eddie walks over to the third column, fourth seat back, and sinks into it. He props his feet up on the desk in front of him and leans back, looking at you with a grin. "And you, angel, sat right here." He taps his heel on your old desk forcefully.

"Correct, Mr. Munson. A+ for you," you tease, and his eyes narrow playfully. "Now you, Mr. Harrington." Steve looks up from where he's leaning against the wall. "What do you see out that window?" You point.

He doesn't even glance out, making your thighs clench together. "That would be the football field, honey."

"Right you are. And where was I on the field usually?"

"On the sidelines. In that tiny little cheerleading uniform." His eyes are half-lidded now, matching Eddie's, which you see when you catch a glimpse of the other boy.

"Correct again. You two are my best students yet."

Eddie slides out from the desk like liquid sex. "Do you know what today is, Miss?"

You shake your head, caught speechless as both he and Steve stalk towards you like they're predators and you're their prey.

Steve bares his teeth in a sultry smile. "Why, it's teacher appreciation day, Miss. And I think you need some appreciating, doesn't she, Eddie?"

"Absolutely she does," his friend replies, licking his lips tauntingly, adding another layer of slick to your already wet underwear. "And I think we know just how to appreciate her."

"Do tell," you manage to say, making them draw close to you, their body heat descending upon you like a humid summer day. "Maybe Miss will let you if it's what she needs."

"I think," Steve starts, brushing the hair on your shoulder away to expose your hot skin, "you need some of this." He leans down and places his lips on your neck, pressing sweet kisses across the space he can reach, increasing his pressure when it's clear you're not going to push him away. You whimper when his teeth come out to play, nipping just under your jaw and soothing with his tongue.

"You also need some of this." Eddie cups your cheek gently and turns your face towards him, propelling himself forward to lock your lips together. You moan quietly into his mouth when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, granting him access to dive in and explore. Your tongues tangle together, the feeling intensely pleasurable.

Steve and Eddie each slide a hand down one of your thighs, spreading your legs and inching them towards your center. When they get under your dress's hem and finally touch your panties, they both separate from you, inhaling deeply, pupils blown out with lust as you whine at the loss of their lips.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says, tone laced with evil glee, "you're positively soaked."

"This all for us, baby?" Steve asks, and you nod your head pathetically. "Oh, pretty girl too cock-drunk already?" He pouts.

Fire licks through your veins at his condescending question. "Not even close. You two gonna finish appreciating me or what?"

"Oh, there's a lot of appreciation we'd like to do to you, angel." Eddie grips your jaw and makes you look at him again. "Can we take these off?" He snaps the waistband of your underwear. You nod and they both slide them down your legs. The garment disappears into Steve's pocket; he gives you a wink and a smirk when you eye him for it. Steve lifts the end of your dress until it's bunched at your hips, and Eddie spreads your legs until you're really on display for them. They both groan at the sight.

"Knew your pussy would be so fucking pretty, baby," Eddie murmurs, eyes glued to your glistening folds.

"Can't wait to feel it," Steve adds, and kisses you. You reciprocate happily—both of them are amazing kissers, like you'd always imagined they would be—but gasp when two sets of fingers explore your pussy further: One searches out your clit, finding it quickly and rubbing it in slow, torturous circles, while the other locates your entrance and slowly slides in a digit. Steve takes the opportunity and pries your mouth open further so his tongue can enter and take control. You let him.

Eddie groans. "She's just sucking me in, babygirl."

When you lean back from Steve to get air, you pant out, "More." The word turns into a keen as Eddie listens and adds another finger, and Steve trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck and collarbone while speeding up his fingers. He sucks the skin harshly, wanting to leave marks so everyone knows he's been there.

You grab on to both boys' arms, digging your nails in and making them harder in their pants. Eddie's fingers go deep and curl up, hitting that spongey spot that always makes you see stars. Knowing he's hit the jackpot, he moves faster and harder, and you let out little noises whenever he presses to that spot, losing your mind at the sensation.

"You close, honey?" Steve whispers in your ear. You nod wordlessly. "What do you say, Miss?"

When you just moan in response, Eddie says, "Mm-mm, sweetheart. What's the magic word?"

Your orgasm right in front of you, you wail the word they're looking for: "Please!" Satisfied, both boys increase their movements, and the coil inside you finally snaps and you sail over the edge. They hold you up as you jerk in their arms, slowing their fingers to extend your high, eventually stopping. Eddie gently pulls out, and you watch with bedroom eyes as he puts one in his mouth and moans at the taste of you.

"Stevie, you gotta taste this." He holds out the other finger to Steve, who leans forwards and sucks it into his mouth, cleaning you off.

"Shit, taste so good, princess," he groans, looking down at you with adoring eyes. "You okay, baby?"

You breathe deeply, trying to get your bearings back, and nod.

"Did so well for us, angel," Eddie says, just as loving. "You need anything?"

"Um, maybe something to clean me?" You offer tentatively. The boys move immediately. Steve shakes off his coat and gently wipes up your mess. "Not your jacket!"

"It's fine, honey." Steve grins. "I'll get it dry cleaned."

"He can afford it," Eddie reassures, and you laugh a little.

"I thought you were poor?" You tease.

Steve chuckles. "I said we weren't rich, I didn't say we didn't have any money at all."

"Good," you reply, breathless and giggling.

"You feel okay to stand, baby?" Eddie asks. "Need any help?"

You slide off the desk and stand on shaky legs. You're a little unstable, but you can keep yourself upright. You straighten up, back at the boys' height. They smile at you and you smile back.

"You wanna get outta here?" Steve holds out his elbow and you take it. Eddie follows suit and you grab his proffered arm as well, now in the middle of them and being led out of the classroom. You look at Steve, who asked the question. "We can go grab food or something."

"Food is nice, but I think I'm hungry for something else." You glance down their bodies in an obvious way, and you can hear both boys suck in at the realization. You smirk.

"We can definitely help with that," Eddie says. He steers you three to a door that leads outside and holds it open for you. They both walk you to Steve's car, who gives you a kiss on the temple before unhooking your arm and going over to the driver's side. Eddie opens the passenger side door and motions for you to sit. "Your chariot awaits, Miss."

You giggle and slide in with his help. He shuts the door once you're fully inside and hops into the back, as Steve starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot. "Hope Nancy doesn't hold this against us," he jokes.

You cock your head. "Why?"

Eddie leans his head over the seats, propping it on his arms resting on the center console. "She practically begged us to come. This is her idea of hell, I think."

"Then why'd she volunteer?" You giggle.

"I believe she was volunteered," Steve clarifies and you nod in understanding.

"You two weren't gonna come? I assume that's why she had to beg."

"We weren't. A+ for Miss." Eddie smiles cheekily when you look at him. "At least, not until we heard you were coming."

Flattered, you raise a hand to your chest. "You came for me?"

Steve's blushing a little, but replies, "We had to, after we saw that centerfold."

You laugh at that. "I knew you saw it."

"I think everyone saw it, angel." Eddie says it like it's a good thing, which makes you feel good.

"And I think every man got off to it, just like us," Steve adds.

You squirm in your seat, fresh arousal dripping from your cunt to your dress, underwear still in Steve's pocket. Eddie looks at you like he can tell, cocky smirk plastered on his face. Unfortunately, it just makes him look hotter somehow. "Good," you reply with fresh confidence, to meet that cockiness.

There's a comfortable silence. Steve lays one hand on your thigh lightly, caressing his thumb across your skin. Eddie has his head resting on the side of your seat, and you can feel his hair on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart?" Eddie breaks the lull and you hum. "What'd you mean when you said 'score one for high school you'?"

You laugh a little. "Well, you know when people talk about dream threesomes?" Both boys nod, and then they comprehend.

"Jesus Christ," Steve breathes.

"We didn't even know each other in high school," Eddie points out.

"I know." You giggle. "So you can imagine how elated I am by this chain of events."

They want to ask you more about that revelation, but then Steve is turning into the motel lot and parking just outside their room. Both boys pop out, and Eddie opens your door before you can, holding out a hand and helping you step into the warm air. You thank him, to which he bows dramatically, making you smile goofily. He notices and grins back, delighted.

"Shall we?" Steve calls and you quickly catch up to him as he walks to the door and unlocks it. He swings it open and motions for you to go first, and you step inside as he flicks on the light. It's fairly nice for a motel, clean and full of their stuff so it already smells like them. The door closes behind you, and you turn to find the boys gazing at you.

Eddie scratches his head, looking awkward. "Sorry. This is the best we could do on short notice."

"It's fine." You shrug. "I don't mind."

"You deserve better," Steve says, making you blush a little.

"Mm, that's true," you muse, and the boys grin. "But I'm not expecting to pay much attention to the aesthetic." Your eyebrows raise in invitation.

"Is that so, princess?" Eddie teases with a smirk. "Where do you think your attention will be?"

Instead of answering, you slip off your heels and slowly slide to your knees, looking up at them with an innocent expression and parted lips. Both sets of eyes on you darken as you take up position. "I think I'll be much more focused on two things at my current eye level. If that works for you?"

They spring into action, unbuttoning and pulling down their pants and toeing off their shoes to reveal bulges straining at their boxers. You hold out a hand and crook a finger at them, and they walk towards you as if being reeled in by the power of your stare alone. You reach up and caress both of their dicks, hard and leaking in their confinements, making them hiss and sigh at the touch. You look up and feel slick slide down your thigh at their half-lidded gazes.

You grip the boxers' waistbands and tug a couple times, pairing it with a jutted-out lip and wide eyes. The move works as intended and the boys move immediately, revealing nicely-sized cocks that slap against their abdomens temptingly. You admire them for a minute—they're both large, roughly the same size, but Eddie trumps Steve in length while Steve wins for girth.

Then you wrap a hand around each of them and squeeze as you jerk them once, torturously slow. They groan, Steve's head going back while Eddie's eyes shut tightly. You smirk and continue to work their lengths with your hands, leaning in and licking the tip of one and then the other.

"Fuck," Eddie draws out, trying to keep his eyes open so he can watch you.

Since he spoke first, you reward him by placing your mouth around him, bobbing your head to take more of him each time. He's panting, unable to believe this is happening, working very hard not to cum down your throat already. Though part of him knows you'd swallow every drop without trouble.

Steve whines, and you look over at him to see him staring at Eddie's cock in your mouth. You pull off and take Steve as far as you can, feeling him stretch your lips so wide your cunt spasms at the thought of him stretching it later. His whine turns into a full moan when he hits the back of your throat and you swallow around him.

"God, you look so hot, baby," Eddie murmurs, focus glued to how Steve's dick is visible against your neck. "Knew you'd love a couple of cocks in your mouth."

You hum around Steve's cock, making him unintentionally thrust forward. You pull off, sputtering a little, and he looks down.

"Sorry, angel," he says quietly, genuine. You blink back a few tears and then smile up at him, reassuring that no harm was done. You switch back to Eddie, challenging yourself to do the same thing to him. It's more difficult, he is longer after all, but you manage to fit the whole thing in your mouth, and glance up at him when his pubic hair brushes your nose.

"Fuck me." Eddie's eyes are blown out with lust.

"You're a wonder, baby," Steve agrees, staring unblinkingly at your accomplishment. You slowly pull back and grin at them, drool beading down your chin, jerking them again, hard and fast. Both boys groan.

You get back to work and bob your head over them again, switching between their cocks every minute or so. Beautiful noises fall from their lips like manna from heaven, and you squirm to get some sort of friction for your aching cunt.

"Shit, angel," Eddie says breathlessly, and one of his hands goes to your hair and pulls you off his dick. You whine at the loss and he tilts your head so you're looking back up at him. "Keep doing that and I'll lose it real quick." You smile beatifically and Eddie shakes his head.

"I see you fidgeting down there." Steve gets your attention and you flick your eyes towards him. He cups your jaw and rubs a thumb across your cheek. "Need some attention too, sweetheart?"

You pout and nod pitifully. Both boys' faces turn sympathetic.

"Up you get then, baby," Eddie orders, and he and Steve help you to your feet, on which you stand shakily.

Steve grips your waist and pushes you backwards gently. You follow his motions until he stops you, the backs of your knees hitting the bed. "Let's get this off you," he adds, pinching your dress.

You raise your arms, and he and Eddie grab the hem and pull it up and off. You're left completely nude, not having needed a bra with the tight garment. When the boys notice, they both groan, and you smirk a little. Like they can't help it, each grab at now-freed breast, squeezing and pinching and groping. You let your head drop back, enjoying the ministrations they're rewarding you with.

Then you gasp and look down: Steve has leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it adoringly. You whimper at the sight, stuck on it until Eddie grips your chin and pulls your attention to him. He leans down and catches your lips with his. You immediately open for him, and his tongue dives in to take what's his, what's always been his and Steve's.

Someone gently pushes and you sit on the bed, gazing up at the boys. You notice their shirts are still on, so you tug at the material lazily and they get the hint. Steve undoes all his buttons carefully and quickly, while Eddie just pulls it over his head and throws it away. You giggle as you watch Steve half-fold his before tossing it down.

They both look so good, Steve with his dark, coarse chest hair you can't wait to run a hand through, and Eddie with tattoos covering his chest and arms you want to examine. They may not be ripped, but they've kept in shape, and there's nothing to laugh at. Very much not so, as you eye the happy trails leading to their still-leaking cocks and all the way down their muscled and toned legs. When you run your eyes back up their bodies and land on their faces, you can see they're checking you out in the same way. They must see something they like, because their expressions are awed and excited.

"So, boys," their attention snaps back to your face, "who wants to appreciate me first?"

They glance at each other and then back at you. "Me," Eddie says first and Steve nods at the request. You nod as well, and slowly slip back on the bed as they both crawl towards you. You lean back so your head is on the pillows, Steve settling on his side next to you as Eddie kneels between your thighs. He grips your legs and spreads them, coming close and running his cock through your wet folds, both of you moaning at the feeling.

"Ready, baby?" Eddie asks sweetly and you nod. He lines up and starts pushing in, and you bite your lip as you watch him.

Steve runs a hand across your stomach and then up to your tits, pinching a nipple gently and making you whine. The whine turns into a groan that Eddie joins as he bottoms out. He sits for a few seconds to let you adjust. "Feel good, honey?" Steve asks, and you look over at him with hazy vision. He chuckles at it, continuing to squeeze your nipple.

"Move, Eds," you plead. He listens and pulls out and then slams back in, making your jaw drop as you feel him immediately hit that sweet spot inside you that you can never reach alone. He starts a hard and fast rhythm, and you make little noises whenever he hits the spot, feeling that familiar coil tighten within you again.

Eddie squeezes your thighs in his grip, pushing them further up so he can thrust even deeper. "Holy shit, baby. Fucking amazing pussy, oh my god."

You keen at his dirty talk. "Feels so good, Eds. Please, please, please."

"Please what, baby?" Steve teases.

"Please," a particularly hard thrust makes you wail before finishing your plea, "make me cum. I wanna cum again."

"Oh god yes," Eddie moans, moving faster and hitting harder. Another minute of letting the wave build and then it breaks, crashing over you and making you jerk in Eddie's grasp. He hisses at the feeling of you clenching around his cock. "I'm so close. Where should I cum, angel?"

"In—inside," you pant, vision bleary from the powerful climax, "on—on the pill."

He grunts in acknowledgement and another few thrusts and he's cumming too, spilling into you hotly, his pulsing length making you twitch. He collapses forward, burying his face in your neck and giving you sloppy kisses there, making you giggle. He groans as he lifts himself and pulls out; you whine at the loss of feeling full.

"Don't worry, honey," Steve says a tad condescendingly. As soon as Eddie's resting on the bed on your other side, Steve's turning you to face him. He lifts your leg and slides his red and leaking cock through your pussy lips, making you gasp. "We're not done yet."

Then he's pushing inside and your eyes are rolling back at the feeling of being split open, as if torn in two. He moans and rests his forehead against yours when he bottoms out, breathing heavily.

"Fuck," he keens, after he pulls out and thrusts back in, slow and hard, you feeling like you're being cleaved all over again. "Your cunt, baby. It's perfect."

"Yes, yes, Stevie," you pant with each pump of his hips. "Love your cock." Impossibly, you can feel another orgasm headed your way.

Behind you, Eddie comes in close and starts kissing and sucking on the skin of your neck and shoulders. When his teeth dig in lightly, your breath hitches, and you can feel his smirk against you. His hand slides between you and Steve, two fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tiny, fast circles. Steve grunts when you squeeze around him due to the added stimulation.

"You gonna cum again, princess?" Eddie taunts in your ear. You nod frantically. "Look at Stevie for me, baby."

You work to lift your head and train your gaze on Steve, who's staring back at you with half-closed eyes and a blissed-out expression. You whine when his hand grips your hip harder, sure to leave a bruise later and making your cunt flutter around him at the thought.

Eddie continues, "Ask him. Ask him for it."

"Stevie," you keen, eyes shutting briefly as he speeds up at your voice. "Please, please, wanna cum. Make me cum, please?"

"I've got you, baby," he pants, increasing his tempo even more. That, along with Eddie's persistent fingers on your clit, pushes you off the edge for the third time, coil snapping inside and making your mouth drop open. "Fuck, squeezing me so hard, angel."

He thrusts a few more times and then he's cumming too, pulsing within you, making you moan at the knowledge that both his and Eddie's cum are inside you now. He presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls out, making you scrunch up your face at the icky feeling. Almost immediately, there's a warm wetness between your legs, and you look down to find Eddie cleaning you with a washcloth gently. You smile at him when he glances up, and he smiles back as he hands the rag to Steve, who wipes himself off quickly.

You roll to your back. "Oh my god," you breathe, stunned and happy.

"Tell me about it," Eddie jokes, as he slides under the covers and pulls them over you and Steve. You face him and giggle tiredly when Steve presses his chest against your back and places quick kisses to your neck. Eddie tucks your hair behind your hair, and you gaze at him with soft eyes. He lays back and you rest your head on his chest, hand coming up to grab his resting on his abs. You all sigh happily.

"Sweet dreams, honey," Steve whispers, making you curl against him closer.

"See you in the morning, princess," Eddie adds, half-asleep.

You yawn. "G'night, my loves."

You fall asleep all tangled together.

;

In the morning, Steve wakes up slowly, memories of last night coming in and making him smile. He'd turned onto his back during the night, and he turns over to grab ahold of you again, but the space between him and Eddie is empty. He blinks.

"Eds," he mumbles. The other boy groans; he always hated waking up. "Eddie."

"What?" He finally says, turning his head. It takes a second, but he registers your absence. "Where'd she go?"

Steve shrugs nervously. "I don't know," he answers honestly.

Eddie sighs and flops back on his pillow. "Knew we should've talked last night," he mutters.

"Yeah," Steve agrees miserably.

They're both mourning what could've been when the door opens and you step in, holding a couple of McDonald's bags and three coffees. They look up at you in surprise and you smile brightly. "Good morning, boys." You slip off your shoes and climb onto the bed awkwardly. Steve and Eddie sit up and take the items from you, and you give them a grateful look. "I hope you don't mind, but I took your car. Woke up starving, thought I'd get us some breakfast. Wasn't sure what you'd like so I just bought one of everything."

You take a bag from Eddie and pour it on the bed; it is indeed filled with half of the McDonald's breakfast menu. "That one has pancakes and stuff," you add, pointing to the other bag. "And coffee, obviously," pointing to Steve's carrier. "Cream and sugar are around here if you want it."

Both boys gaze at you in awe. "You're an angel from heaven," Eddie says reverently, and Steve nods. You laugh.

"Well," you reply, "dig in."

The boys take your order and run with it, searching through the packages to find something they want. Eddie goes for the unopened bag and opens the pancakes, pouring all three syrups on them before shoveling a few bites into his mouth, moaning at the delicious taste.

You giggle. "Knew you'd be a cinnamon roll on the inside," you tease him. He glares at you playfully. Steve's eating some version of a sandwich and you look at him. "Can I have a coffee, baby?"

His eyes open wide and then he's nodding, leaning to his bedside table and handing you a cup. He gives the other to Eddie and throws the creams and sugar packets into the middle of the bed, keeping two creams and a sugar for himself. You sip yours as you watch him pour in the sweeteners. He notices you staring.

"Black, angel? Bit bitter for someone so sweet." You shoot him a look and he grins cheekily.

With both boys eating, you search the remains for something to eat, settling on a sandwich and hash brown. You all sit and eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, satisfying your hunger.

"So where you headed after this, sweetheart?" Eddie asks between bites.

You shrug. "Not sure."

Steve swallows. "No more shoots lined up?"

"No, I think once is enough for that."

"I dunno, I think we'd love to see you in another magazine." You smirk at Eddie's light tease.

"Look damn good for plenty more," Steve agrees.

"It was fun, and I liked it. Made me feel real good about myself, that's for sure. But it's not like I have a dream to be a Playboy bunny or something." The boys chuckle. "I don't even wanna be an actress or model, so I don't need that kind of help."

"What do you wanna do?" Eddie asks curiously.

You twist your mouth anxiously. "I don't really know. Someone discovered me pretty soon after I graduated and moved to L.A., and it took a while to get to a centerfold. I haven't thought about it much."

"I seem to remember you enjoying yourself during halftime dances at basketball games," Steve says. "A lot. Didn't you also choreograph them too, your senior year?"

You blush. "Yeah, that was fun. I don't know if I'm that good though."

"I don't know." Steve shrugs. "Caught my attention, for sure. Even got in trouble for it a couple times when I played."

"You were watching me while playing?" You ask, a little surprised.

He nods. "You were really good."

Eddie jumps in. "I also remember seeing you dancing during Corroded Coffin's sets at the Hideout a couple times. Looked like you were having a great time."

Your cheeks grow redder. "That was just for fun, not serious."

"And yet, you were the best dancer on the floor." Eddie smiles encouragingly.

"Is dance something you'd wanna pursue?" Steve asks.

"Maybe," you muse. "I did enjoy making routines for the cheerleaders. I even did some dance choreography for the musicals." You think they might make fun of you for that, but they just keep kind expressions on their faces. "Did people like them?"

"Absolutely," Steve exclaims. "You think people came to see us play? Halftime was always packed."

"I knew some theater kids," Eddie adds, "through Hellfire. They liked when you made up the dances for them. They said you were nice and a good teacher."

"Oh, that's so sweet." You blink, a bit shocked at the flattery you never knew existed. "I can look into it."

"You'd be a great dancer and choreographer," Steve says.

Eddie nods. "You always were."

You change the subject so the butterflies in your stomach can stop going crazy. "Stevie, did you say you got in trouble for watching me?"

Now he goes pink. "I might've lost the ball a couple times," he mumbles. Your lips twitch. "But who could blame me? You were stunning. Still are."

"Did King Steve...like me in high school?"

Eddie laughs. "We both did, sweetheart." You look at him. "My homeroom angel, I called you."

You melt. "Stop, that's so cute."

"And you liked us too, honey," Steve continues. "If us being your 'dream threesome' is anything to go by."

"Guilty," you reply with a giggle.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Eddie asks. There's something in his voice, a trace of something pained.

You look down. "I liked you both and I...I couldn't choose. Didn't seem right to try with just one of you, and I didn't want you to think I was cheating on you. I wasn't sure you'd understand."

"I'm not sure I would've," Steve admits. "In high school, at least. Small-minded back then."

"'Til he met me," Eddie says proudly, "and I opened his eyes to the world of polyamory." Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't disagree.

"Have you guys done this before?" You ask.

They shake their heads. "Nothing together," Eddie clarifies.

"But we're not against it," Steve adds.

"Actually, we're all for it if it involves you," Eddie finishes. You smile.

"Only if you want to," Steve reassures.

"What part of 'dream threesome' didn't you understand?" You tease, making them grin excitedly. "Obviously I'm interested."

"Just one question, princess." Eddie looks a little nervous. You nod, encouraging. He takes a deep breath. "Why...why us? You're a centerfold, possibly the hottest centerfold ever photographed. You could have anyone. What makes us special?"

Your face softens and you reach out your hands, grabbing theirs and holding tight. "Eddie Munson, I have been in love with you since I first saw you make a commotion in Mr. Clerk's class after he'd humiliated Emily Trollop by making fun of her last name and you stood up for her. And Steve Harrington, I have been in love with you since I saw you make the winning shot for the junior varsity basketball championship and you'd been so genuinely excited that you'd hugged everyone on the team and all the cheerleaders. Not to sound sappy or like a cliché, but it's always been you two. Doesn't matter if I'm a centerfold or the most eligible woman around. You've had my heart for years. No one else stood a chance."

Both boys sit there, stunned to hear these words from you, the girl they've always wanted and never thought they could have. Then Steve is tugging you forward and you're falling towards him and he's kissing you, intense and full of unspoken affection. When you break away, Eddie moves your head to him and kisses you too, passionate and saying everything he can't say aloud. You're all panting by the time you've stopped.

"You were the one that got away, angel," Eddie whispers.

"We never stopped loving you, baby," Steve murmurs.

Tears come to your eyes, and you try to blink them away. "Sorry," you sniffle, embarrassed.

"No apologies necessary, honey." Steve wipes away a stray droplet with his thumb. "This is a dream come true."

"Honest," Eddie agrees, voice a little warbled.

You sniff and lean back, sitting up straight and drying your eyes. You look at them with a gentle smile. "Missed you guys."

They chuckle. "Missed you too, sweetheart," Eddie replies.

"You know what, angel, I've heard that Northwestern has a pretty good dance program." Steve's trying to be nonchalant but you can see through it. He's excited by the idea, and so are you.

"Is that so?" You play along. "I wonder if I know anybody who lives in Illinois."

"Well, it just so happens that you know two awesome guys who reside in Chicago." Eddie's fighting a smile.

"And who might they be?" You're smirking to prevent a huge grin from breaking onto your face.

"Oh, your two new loving boyfriends," Steve offers, "if you'll have them."

"You know, I think I will." You finally cave and really smile, making your boys smile back. You kiss them each.

"Thank god for centerfolds!" Eddie shouts, making you all laugh.

;

A month later, the phone rings.

Steve sets down the box he's carrying, wipes his brow, and picks it up. "Hello?"

"Hi, Steve! It's Nancy!" She's bubbling over with excitement.

"Whoa, hey," he replies with a smile. "What's up?"

"Jonathan proposed and I said yes!"

The smile grows wider. "Congrats, I'm glad he finally did it. He showed us the ring at the reunion."

"Yeah, it was really sweet. Wait—the reunion. Why'd you and Eddie disappear? I thought you two were gonna support me."

Steve looks around the apartment. It's cluttered with moving boxes, haphazardly labeled and strewn everywhere. He wouldn't have thought you'd have so much stuff to bring, but guess living in L.A. as a model gets one lots of free shit. You're still in the process of applying to Northwestern, but the boys invited you to move in anyways. They wanted you close whether you got in or not, and although they both think you're a shoo-in, there are other schools near Chicago you could try if you don't.

There's a ruckus by the front door, and then you and Eddie appear, carrying in a bookcase. Eddie is cracking jokes and you're laughing, warning him to stop before you drop the furniture because you're laughing too hard. Steve listens to you two talk over each other and watches as both of your smiles just grow bigger and never fade. You turn and notice Steve looking at you, and scrunch your face at him. It's along the same lines as a cat slow-blinking to tell someone they love them.

"Oh, you know," he says to Nancy, "we just found somewhere more important to be."

The old friends talk for a bit more, Nancy explaining the proposal—Robin had helped, but just a little—and then they say their goodbyes. When he sets down the phone, Eddie's just entering the apartment with what seems like a heavy box, and he sets it down where there's space. You walk in too, not carrying anything, and Eddie grumbles that you could've helped. You just go up to him and kiss his cheek and he melts, giving you a winning smile.

Eddie notices Steve's off the phone. "Who was that?"

"Nancy. Jonathan finally popped the question."

"Oh, yay!" You clapped excitedly. Steve and Eddie had told you about Jonathan showing them the ring.

"Good for them," Eddie agrees.

Steve moves towards you, and you hold out an arm for him to slip around his waist, which he does. "Yeah. She also said she could be mad about me and Eddie leaving the reunion but, and I quote, 'I'm so happy that I'll forgive you'." The three of you laugh. "She spoke like there was an exclamation point after every sentence."

"I'm happy for them." You sigh and rest your head on Steve's shoulder. Eddie holds out a hand and wiggles his fingers, and you giggle as you take it. "I love weddings."

"I think they'll actually have a nice one," Eddie muses, rubbing a thumb across yours. "Plus, you'll look so good all dressed up for it."

Both boys are thinking of all you dressed up, but you're wearing a big white gown, and holding a bouquet, and standing at the start of an aisle with them at the end.

You beam. "I'm sure you two can clean up nicely too. I've seen it with my own two eyes."

Steve narrows his eyes at your teasing. "Are you sassing us, baby?"

"No," you reply, with an innocent expression and glinting eyes. "Definitely not."

"Oh, it's on." Steve starts tickling you, and you shriek with laughter. You escape his grasp and run further into the apartment.

"Come on," Eddie says, already starting to rush after you. "Let's go get our girl."

Steve grins and follows.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #mine

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bnuuybee-writes · 7 months

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May- may I- may I offer you a headcanon-

Mitsuri, who is trained in defensive and evasive driving

Mitsuri, who after a mission with her fellow hashira, rescues them in a beat up, old ass Pontiac with the bass *blaring*

Mitsuri, who's speeding down the highway at 95+ miles an hour with three of her fellow hashira in the backseat and one in the passenger seat while "Speed Drive" by CharliXCX is blaring from the stereo

Mitsuri, who gets herself and her fellow hashira back to base safely... with a speeding ticket as well-

Just a fun little writing prompt for you if you want, no pressure ofc! <3

Street Racer Mitsuri

author's note: omg hi betchhhh!!!! yes I needed some sort of prompt aksjdfalksdjf so I see your defensive driving mitsuri and raise you street racer mitsuri kanroji. Little bit different, but smth that I wanna see. This is gonna be a bulleted list of HCs and a possible snippet of a scenario so here we go! This is also going to be a modern AU where there are two rival gangs - the Kizuki, headed by Muzan, and the Hashira, headed by Ubuyashiki. Y'all already see where this is goin' so lets do it. Also, this goes hand in hand with @frickinsleepdeprived's "Ride or Die" AU! Go check out the teaser on her blog, it's amazing!

Nicknames: Mitsuri - L'amour; Muichiro - Daydreamer; Sanemi - Windbreaker; Obanai - Ouroboros

Content warnings: Talks of police officers, street racing, brief gang violence, speeding, defensive driving, Akaza gets hit with a hot pink audi, est. relationship with Obanai and Mitsuri, Mitsuri throws Daki like a sack of rice

No one would expect Mitsuri Kanroji to be a street racer. Least of all her fellow gang members.

She's the bubblegum pop, preppy, happy-go-lucky girl who Obanai sticks to like damn velcro.

So why the fuck is she speeding down the highway in a hot pink Audi RS 7 that has a 500 horsepower engine? Without someone racing her all the way down?

Simple - someone decided to fuck with her boys. And she has to show those Kizuki fuckers what's good.

She got the call from Tengen. He got a call from Muichiro that Sanemi and Obanai got into it with a couple of Kizuki. However, Uzui and his old ladies are out on the other side of the county.

Thus came in Mitsuri, weaving through highway traffic like a bat out of Hell with bass boosted and Speed Drive on full blast.

Hands grip her steering wheel that's covered with a hot pink leopard print cover. It's worn at three and nine, given that's how she drives.

She's raced for pinks before, managing to earn herself quite the collection of toys. But this one, the 2016 hot pink Audi RS 7, was her baby. It's her first car that she flipped into a street racing one. Of course it's her baby.

(Scenario under the cut!)

Tires screech as she drives right into the abandoned warehouse, eyes squinted and determined. The Kizuki turn away from their opponents who were already on the ground.

"Oh SHIT," One of them manages to shout before the force of the car makes him go flying into a wall. The third Upper Moon groans as the fourth goes to help him before being tripped. Windbreaker, aka Sanemi, grabbed his ankle and twists it. A sickening CRACK comes from the appendage, making Gyutaro scream. Daki immediately stops what she's doing and rushes to her brother as Mitsuri steps out of the car. "You pink skank!!" The young lady shouts, brass knuckles coming for Mitsuri's head... But her fist is caught in a poker-faced grip. In a flash, Daki is on her back next to the car with a heeled foot on her chest.

"You're lucky it's me here and not Ubuyashiki, sweetheart," Mitsuri says with a hardened glare, "Touch my boys again, any of you, and I'll track your asses down."

Obanai looks up from his place on the hard concrete floor, holding himself up with his arm. His head was bleeding, nose probably broken, and mouth scars reopened...

But dammit if Mitsuri didn't look dead sexy when she took charge.

"That's my girl..." He muttered, feeling a "dude really?" look from an exasperated Sanemi. Meanwhile, Muichiro rushes over, sporting a black eye and busted lip. He grabs onto Mitsuri's jacket and hides his face in her shoulder. She wraps her arms around him in kind and kisses his head.

"It's okay, Daydreamer... I'm right here, L'amour's right here..." She whispers, carding her fingers through the younger's hair. She opens the door and ushers Muichiro inside the passenger seat, then goes to Sanemi and Obanai.

"You two are paying for my gas," She says as she helps the boys into the backseat, "And my speeding ticket."

"Your what?" All three boys asked before she pulls out a pink slip between her fingers.

"He let me go easy, but next time, it'll be an instant revocation of my license. So you are paying for my speeding ticket for picking a fight with Kizuki in the first place," She lectures as she gets in the driver seat.

"We saw them and followed!" Sanemi argues as Mitsuri backs out of the warehouse, leaving the wounded Kizuki to clean up their own mess.

"Just 'cuz you could doesn't mean you should, Windbreaker," Mitsuri sighs and gets back onto the highway. She can hear Muichiro mutter a "told you" from the passenger seat, earning him a "oh be quiet" from Obanai. This makes Mitsuri shoot a glare at them from the rear view mirror.

She then sighs and powers on her Apple Carplay, scrolling through songs as she idles outside the warehouse. Then, she settles on one, pushing the button as Charli XCX plays through the speaker.

As Sanemi groans, she gives a sharp snap! of her fingers, "Driver picks the music. Backseat shuts his piehole."

And with that, the four drive off into the night, hyperpop and Rhianna blasting through the speakers as she calls up Shinobu.

"Hey, Mariposa?" Mitsuri starts, "I got quite the cleanup for you..."

@frickinsleepdeprived @dilftaros come run in here and get yall juice hehehe

#°bun squeaks°#demon slayer #kny #mitsuri kanroji #demon slayer mitsuri #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer sanemi #muichiro tokito #demon slayer muichiro #obanai iguro #demon slayer obanai #demon slayer au #kny daki #kny gyutaro #kny akaza

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crazy56u · 2 months

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Okay, it’s NASCAR time!

And we start immediately behind the wheel, no recap, just go.

Ben, if you don’t floor it, the episode ends early. Gas it.

And the verdict is… Ben barely almost fucked up the episode from the jump.

Ben, you are doing splendidly at maintaining kayfabe today.[/sarcasm]

“Dad, I think Junior’s lost it.”

And that’s the rub: Ben gets another stab at preventing a heart attack.

“No breaks and no doctors. It’s like he wants a heart attack.”

“Hey, I said I’m good, leave ambulances out of this!”

“Look, either I race today, or I die on the spot, I die either way, but at least I die doing something I love!”

“Son, I know I can be a bitch, but doing that helps me ignore my health problems.”

Oh. Goody. Gideon found out how to make the Imaging Chamber work.

Gideon, stop giving Ben shit, he’s better at this than you.

“Who the Hell are you?” He’s a dick, Ben.

…

I fucking called it.

Good fucking job, Ben, by having a subplot with Hannah, you fucking caused the antagonist.

Gideon, Ben fucking saved your mom and tried to save your dad, get your head out of your ass.

GIDEON THAT IS NOT HOW THE FUCKING BUTTERFLY EFFECT WORKS YOU DIPSHIT

“Ben, by meeting my mom, you killed my dad, that is how that works, I am a smart man!”

…oh. Ben caused a divorce.

Okay, I still say Gideon is being an idiot here, but I also am on his side somewhat; Ben, you should’ve picked a different date to mail that…

Wow, Ben really did fuck up royal…

This is just the Evil Leaper Project on steroids.

I love how you asked that as if Gideon doesn’t want Ben dead on the spot…

Well, luckily Addison, you have enough wiggle room to fix this.

“Hey, bitches, you all thought I was gone from the show!”

This is now a fucking proxy war.

Ian ran to that computer like a kid running to Toys R Us.

Beth is 100% on board with this shit, I love it.

And now everyone gets to learn about “Mirror Image”, aka “What if Ben didn’t fuck up trying to save Josh”.

And cut to Ben trying to fix this from his end with a payphone.

And Jeffery is even more mad at you, Ben. Why did you call Collect…

“Addison, what the heck-“ “Quick recap, we remembered Janis existed, she set up Bootleg Quantum Leap.” “Okay, cool, Gideon is Jeffery, and I accidentally ruined his life helping Hannah.”

I still can’t get over the fact that Hannah indirectly caused this.

Jenn is gonna use an RC car to Jailbreak the Project.

Oh God, I missed those sounds…

Okay, so God just wanted this to happen then…

That’s the rub: Ben has between 20 to 42 minutes to save the future.

And so Ben steals a race car.

And fucking “Highway Star”.

Ben, causing more car accidents will not help you right now…

“You mean is Ben gonna have to strangle Baby Hitler?” I want that framed on my wall.

“Ziggy says we have to ruin a young child’s hopes and dreams, this will be fucking easy!”

And they forgot Gideon still had access to the cameras.

And Janis points out the elephant in the room: That goddamn chip.

If Ben smashes that computer, it’s a coin flip whether or not a Marty McFly happens.

And while Team A discusses paradoxes, Gideon is about to fuck over the leap.

And Jenn breaks the elevator.

And there’s Tom’s last contribution to the show, ladies and germs.

“SIR, STUART LITTLE IS ATTACKING US!”

And as Ben is burning through gas during a gas crisis, Jenn is fighting against the clock.

Okay, luckily this is a time travel show, so Jenn won’t be dead for long.

…okay, so now we have another notch in the “Ruin a child’s life” column.

“Ben Song did this.” DUDE YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ORDERED THEM TO FIRE

Addison, Jenn just died, maybe don’t do this now?

He had just enough gas to get close enough to the house. Symbolic.

“He named the computer gaffer his father.” Okay, so is Ben willing to literally kill his dad?

“You think an apology changes anything?” The alternative is Ben using that hammer, Jeffery, and there’s two things he can use that on…

“Look, Jeffery, if it makes you feel better, I ruined my life too.”

Ah, so time is the real antagonist.

I just realized this is technically now A Christmas Carol. Jeffery is past, Gideon is Present, Ben is Yet To Come.

“You want me to help you?” “Well, according to you, you would be better at this than me, so, how about a crash course?”

And Jeffery decides to steal Hannah’s car.

And Ben decides to invent the defibrillator.

“He failed.” “How can you be sure?” “Because we’re still here!” Gideon, the butterfly effect isn’t instant. Ben has to hit 100%.

“Time to meet my destiny.” Yeah, and it’s called getting Marty McFlyed.

And cut to Rick stroking out.

[I love how their solution to “How do we do a NASCAR episode but not have it involve a lot of car racing?” was time travel proxy war meets A Christmas Carol.]

And the noose is tightening…

Ben, any second now!

“Look, don’t ask what I’m doing, I have to save my dad!”

And it’s shaping up to be a buzzer beater…

Okay, Rick is saved, 1 for 2…

“Okay, Jeffery, did this fix things for you?” “…I mean, I guess?”

And there’s that butterfly effect, dickhead!

And the timeline is fixed! Yay!

…and Addison is the only one who remembers Jenn died, oh dear.

And Addison decides to go into the Accelerator anyway.

And Hannah still hasn’t fucking aged.

“Hey, sorry my letter fucked over your family.”

“Ben, your letter gave us more time with him. Granted, yes, he stormed out after finding it, and got in his car-“

And here we have another example of why NBC needs to renew this show.

“Look, Ben sacrificed his life to stop me from leaping, and so say that shouldn’t have happened.”

Ben, I have a hunch that code won’t work, even if NBC is being dicks about renewing the show.

“Home isn’t a place. It’s a person.” …calling it, Ben isn’t going home; Addison’s joining him.

And survey says…

YEP

There’s your third season pitch! Reusing the plan for OG Season 6!

And so Ben and Addison have to deal with another explosion.

NBC needs to fucking renew this show, dead serious.

#quantum leap #spoilers #against time #mirror image #Stuart little #a christmas carol

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 3 months

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TODAY ON Me Never Shutting TF Up About OrangeJuiceVerse:

Let’s talk abt the Disaster Duo.

Aka Kenny McCormick and Stan Marsh. These two… smh they really are each other’s enablers (as Ky pointed out here) in all things. Naturally, I have headcanons that haven’t seen the light of day yet.

Aight so if u know the ojverse, you know that our sweet leading man Stanley Marsh absolutely thinks of Kenny as his Blood Brother In Desperation (someone get this man (me) away from FOB’s discography) and the platonic stenny bond is SO real. They’re always down to do stupid shit together and are 100% the reason Kyle has high blood pressure.

Kenny, on more than one occasion, has done some shit like gone up to Stan like “hey dude you wanna climb the water tower” and Stan didn’t even question it he was just “sure why not” when I say Marj and Kyle were sooo pissed bc Kenny fell off the ladder and knocked Stan off too on the way down lmfao these two idiots were in so much trouble for hurting themselves in a completely avoidable way.

Oh my GOD they set shit on fire all the time out here trying to start a grill because they’ve dubbed themselves the “grillmasters” and then suddenly Stan has no arm hairs. BOTH of them have threatened to drink lighter fluid at minor inconveniences.

As referenced here, Kenny, as a true weirdo artist boy (I’m projecting) once mixed acetone and resin INDOORS (he and Stan were drunk and not thinking) and the fumes were so strong that Stan deadass passed out and it was soooo stupid Kyle was so mad at them. With bigger projects throughout their ENTIRE lives if Ken is like building a big ass sculpture or sum he’s going to Stan and like Cartman will go out to the backyard of the Survivor House to see them dangling from the roof to get the top parts on and just sends a pic in the groupchat to get them in trouble smh

Oh my god I’ve mentioned that Stan had a parkour phase in middle school (referenced here) and who was with him trying to do backflips and vault over walls? Kenneth. This one time they were like “dude we should expand our gymnastics skills” “oh yeah for sure” and they started trying to do that two person cartwheel thing and they THOUGHT they got it down and went to show Kyle but they completely busted their asses like landing in a tangle of limbs and shit (Kenny died) bruh Kyle was SO fuckin mad like “THE FUCK ARE YALL DOIN THAT IN THE STREET FOR” and Stan was all “uhhh cuz it’s a flat stretch of ground? Duh” dumbasses

Canonically in the OrangeJuiceVerse these two are both school mascots (Stan only for the season Kenny played basketball, Kenny through the entirety of hs) and have stupid signature moves that they do in the “stank ass cow suit”. Like Kenny literally gets shot out of a cannon to kickoff football games and Stan does flips that are seriously not safe with the low visibility in a mascot head they actually have no sense of self preservation until someone gets hurt. Ohhh my god one time at a football game Stan was benched for whatever reason and he was BORED so he’s bothering Marj and Kenny and the other cheerleaders and he was full on “wait Ken stand on my shoulders and find Ky in the crowd” so they’re walking around the track like that (stunt buddies at their peak) and no one is watching the game they’re just distracted by whatever tf these two have going on and then the coach notices and is like “goddamnit MARSH! Get on the field!” Smh mans got unbenched for his own safety how ironic

As kids? No one went harder playing superheroes than these two. Cartman may have been the one leaning too hard into the “marketing” side of things (“fatass you can’t call yourself that! It’s a fucking slur!”) but Stan and Kenny were out here terrorizing construction sites bc there was so much cool shit to climb

Even as adults the shenanigans don’t stop dude Stan and Kyle drove over to the city to see Ken and Marj and Ky woke up in the middle of the night and Stan wasn’t there he went to get Marj “dude wake up the guys are gone” guess where the Disaster Duo was? Trying to get into a closed water park by digging under the fence. Yes they were in Trouble.

And when they’re older and Stan’s sober so you’d think he’d be slightly less inclined to do dumb shit? NOPE! He and Kenny are going WAY too hard at paintball and Stan falls off the top of an obstacle bc he was in “sniping mode” and “it’s like irl Fortnite!”

On their own? These two are fairly tame with some exceptions. Together? Someone needs an emergency room.

#please lmfao #south park #headcanons #back on the #OrangeJuiceVerse #bullshit #who is surprised #sp headcanons #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #my beloved Disaster Duo #my shit #ao3 shit #ojv

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dropthedemiurge · 6 months

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Look at me being a Boston defender

I changed my stance on this character 2 episodes ago when I got to understand him better – and oof, this episode I wanted to run someone over with a car (Atom, walk carefully on the street)

But also I'm once again is fascinated by how much Only Friends love using parallels! This show just LOVES putting characters in the similar scenes or use same composition/camerawork but COMPLETELY flipping the narrative. And I felt it very strong today.

Atom being a little unsatisfied dramatic shit (no offence to Title but he acts annoying guys very well), lies to his sister about what happened between him and Boston, and of course Cheum reacts firsts and analyses maybe never. And of course, Ray and Mew give her full support as they just made up as friends, now their group is back and everyone else is kicked out.

All of them just took the information they were given by one very lying side and ran with it like they are used to feeling oh so superior and though i kinda dislike mew and cheum, i still have positive feelings about all of them, but at that moment I thought omg guys fuck you maybe

And I was surprised by a strong reaction I was having and the very righteous desire to protect Boston and prove them wrong! Then I realized something. It's interesting, because we had almost the same scene in the hostel.

We started from the Friends POV and we saw Boston intruding on a safe/home place where Ray, Mew and Cheum chilled. And we knew Boston was in the wrong there and did some shit so it was so satisfying to watch him be almost annihilated and drowned, the hurt feeling from everyone translated very well to a viewer.

And then we have the scene in Boston's home during him doing thing he loves aka taking photos (even not nude), where the Friends are now intruding without care.

And everything is the same. Boston did a shitty thing sleeping with a person close to one of his friends, Mew, Cheum and Ray have each other's backs and yell at Boston, same vindication atmosphere – BUT it made a complete 180 turn.

Because it's clear how we shifted POV to Boston, and we know his backstory, we know what actually happened and we've already been in his mind for quite some time so we understand him. That he just has a different frame for relationships and sexual activities and he doesn't understand how to navigate communication correctly, but he always tells the truth and this time he did it too.

Only no one believes him! Because his "friends" operate on all their previous reactions and knowledge of Boston. Of course, they would believe a poor little brother of Cheum, of course evil Boston tricked him and threatened him into sleeping with him.

Boston always told his side of the story but no one ever believed him or didn't want to understand him, and that's what makes you so frustrated and angry with them. They keep blaming each other without trying to understand (Cheum, I am SO looking at you and your double standards and oblivious perception) and they keep scolding him because they feel morally superior (Mew, I really don't like the new you and you probably always been like this but storytelling hid it from us and ugh).

I'm kinda not sure about Ray because at first he obviously protected Mew didn't expand the fighting, and here he's closed off and... looks conflicted? His only scolding was about "it's your friend's brother!" and that might be headcanon but we know Ray had to spent quite a lot of time with Boston before, and he's not a saint himself, I feel like if it was just two of them, Boston could even explain himself properly and change Ray's opinion. But definitely not when all friends ganged up on him and didn't believe ANY of his words. They weren't even ready to listen, they just came there to accuse.

I don't know, I'm ready to fight for Boston, dude isn't always pleasant but he needs someone to listen to him and tell him he's a worth being, because he already hides and cuts off his dreams and things he wants in life and his feelings too, and all his coping mechanisms are shitty and he gets blamed and hated for anything he does, even though he doesn't know any better or he gets blackmailed and defamed.

Of course he looks in shambles and on the verge of breaking down and seeks Nick out because at least someone is reckless enough and has a big heart to love him no matter what.

BUT I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE PARALLELS! Only Friends make so many parallels and each one of them is so delightful and fascinating! This show is so complicated and good.

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rotfics · 8 months

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kin heidrich x reader

you got a werewolf/werekin girlfriend because... i mean hell yeah

Kin sat at her music studio, messing with her launchpad, swaying from side to side, humming to herself, her tail wagging. She was a musician and often got lost in working on stuff she does. Watching her wolf tail wag a mile a minute was always cute. She started bouncing, almost dancing while sitting still in her stool, little laughs coming out as she did her thing.

You sat on the couch, both watching tv and your werewolf/werekin (aka she has wolf ears, a tail, and paws instead of feet, black fur from the knee down and red paw beans btw) get excited as hell working on her newest song. It was adorable watching her get so damn happy over her music. Her poor chair, though, the damn thing was creaking, and it is a miracle it hasn't broken yet. You GOTTA get her a new one. This woman is hard on chairs.

"HEY I finished my new song!" She whipped around with a gleeful expression, still swaying back and forth. She did own her own club where she performed as well. Her band name was Wolfskull. She did MANY genres; Pop, heavy metal, alternative, punk, techno, rave shit, etc. She wiggled a bit and spun back around to her launchpad, tail still wagging as she snickered to herself. Alright, this was definitely an especially intense project for her.

"Don'tcha think you should take a break?" You kinda laughed under your breath, but it didn't seem like she heard you, being this intensely into what she was doing. She was humming some lyrics.

"KIN!" you raised your voice a bit to get her attention, and she jumped.

"WHOWHATHEDIDIT?" She spun back around with wide eyes.

"You're working too hard, again." You spoke a bit softly this time and she blinked a bit, looking at you, coming down from whatever WAY too intense focus she had on her song.

"..Buh- Oh. Right." She shook all over.. like a canine, I mean.. she is part canine. And she got some funny little habits that come with being one. "Right, yeah. Uhh.." She squinted. "..Whuh'm supposed to do?"

You rolled your eyes a bit. "Shower, brush your teeth, get ready for bed, dude." She stared at you for a moment with a weird look.. As if she was looking at an alien.

"OH! Yeah I.. Yeah I gotta do that stuff." She got up from her poor damn chair, standing still for a moment before walking to the bathroom to do what she had to. "YEH!"

...Your girlfriend is weird as hell, but also a very happy, eccentric woman, essentially a god damn ray of sunshine as a person. She has her problems with repression, but she's getting better with you by her side.

With a sigh you kept flipping through channels on the television, eventually giving up and just going to your streaming service for horror movies. One thing you both shared (among other stuff) was you both loved horror movies. Watching bad ones was a lot of fun, too.

"WHAT ARE YA WATCHIN'??" She said.. kinda loudly, from the shower.

"FINISH YOUR SHOWER AND COME FIND OUT, damn." You half-shouted back.

"..I forgot to bring some pajamas in here, can you bring me some, please?"

"Mmhm." You got up and got her favorite, thin sleeping pants, and her Jurassic Park sleeping shirt, passing them through the crack in the door.

"...You've seen me without clothes on, why are you passing me stuff through the closed door?" Kin laughed a little bit, getting dressed for bed.

"Why are YOU asking for clothes behind a door?"

"...Yeah okay fair." She came out of the bathroom, shaking her head because of her wet hair. "I smell like..Peppermint. S'the only soap I could find. It's like... a year old."

"S'fine, I like peppermint." You yawned, stretching out and smiling as she climbed into bed next to you.

"Th' hell you watchin." She looked up at the television.

"Re-Animator, the first one."

"OOH! I LOVE THAT MOVIE!" She wiggled a bit against you with a big, sharp toothed smile. You could hear her tail thumping as it wagged under the covers. And you snorted.

"Yeah, I know." You clicked the remote, starting the movie, Kin scooting close, trying to suppress her happy wiggling. You chuckled.

"You're cute." You mumbled.

"H'wah?" She looked up at you.

"Nothin, enjoy the movie. Love you."

"I love you too!" She planted a kiss on your cheek and went back to the movie. "Uh...Sorry about my tail wagging."

"S'fine. I love it."

Kin smiled wide, watching the tv as she cuddled up to you. She makes comments through the movie; But it makes it much more fun. You wind up watching all three Re-Animator movies with her cuddled up to you, excitedly commenting, etc.

Good lord, she really is one of the goodest girls (get it bc she's part canine? so.. good gi..yeah)

#kin heidrich #kin x reader #oc x reader #cute ass goddamned werewolf woman.

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slowdiived · 2 years

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Do you have any thoughts on what Kurt’s like when his partner is very angry with him. Not like crying or emotional but they’re just standing there purely disappointed with him, explaining why they’re mad aka how he fucked up and how the fuck could he think that was okay? What was he thinking?! Yelling, lecturing and scolding type mad, if that makes sense

kurt watched you anxiously pace the area in front of your couch, your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. he knew something was wrong, he could feel it. the tension was building up since he had got in the driveway.

“kurt,” you started off, stopping to look at him. “i can’t believe you would post that picture of me on your instagram.”

he gives you a confused look, his mind wracking what you could be talking about. he posted a lot and you were always in the midst of it; cute dinner date photos, pictures of you holding him, just you smiling. he couldn’t think of one picture that you would’ve had a problem with.

“uh, which one?” he asked as he flipped his hair out of his face.

“which one?” you snarled. “which fucking one?”

he threw his hands up in a shrug and you about lost it on him. you tried your best to keep your composure, taking a second to stare at the ceiling and breathe.

“maybe the one where i’m in the lingerie,” you reminded, your arms now crossed. “the one that i privately sent to you.”

“oh!” kurt smiled. “the really pretty one.”

you rolled your eyes and look at him again.

“kurt, you can’t share that on the internet,” you yelled. “like ever! you need to ask me what is okay and not okay!”

“but i-i thought you looked pretty,” he sighed. “i wanted everyone to see my hot girlfriend, like bobby n’ stuff…”

your hands balled into fists as the rage kicked in at the mention of bobby’s name. that fucker had seen too much of you at this point, kurt always needing to prove that he can be cool too. you found it endearing at the beginning of the relationship but at this point, you found it tiring and useless.

“you can see through my bra!” you hissed. “you can see through my fucking bra kurt! that isn’t for the world, it’s just for you! don’t ever fucking pull that shit again!”

he nodded and looked into his lap, afraid to make eye contact. he didn’t want to see the anger that was scribbled all over your pretty face, the eyes that were seeping disappointment. he choked back tears, already embarrassed and did t want to further it.

“m’ sorry,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “d-do you want me to delete it?”

“of course you should fucking delete it!” you yelled again. “i can’t fucking believe you. do you ever stop to think that maybe i should approve what photos of me you post?”

he pulled out his phone and answered you with hummed out ‘i don’t know’. he quickly got into his app and deleted the post. he was kinda happy that bobby hadn’t commented on it, he was nervous that it would’ve made you more frustrated.

“whatever dude,” you looked up at the ceiling again. “seriously fucking pissed.”

he felt so horrible. he didn’t know how to make you not mad. normally with his parents he could take the disappointment or cuss words flying at him at full speed, he always seemed to create some shitty situation with them. he hadn’t really fucked up with you yet, your relationship running smoothly until now. he had never seen you so angry or even hear you yell with frustration in your voice. he didn’t know how to take it, his eyes welling up with tears and his gaze pressed to his shaky, fidgeting fingers. he didn’t know if he was suppose to kiss you and tell you he’s sorry, or give you a speech. was he suppose to get you an ‘im sorry’ gift?

“i’m really s-sorry,” he let a few tears slide. “i know i-i’m stupid and a fuck up. i don’t know how to make this better for you.”

his reaction caught you off guard. you never said he was stupid or a fuck up, his self loathing words ripping your heart out.

“you’re not stupid, i never meant any of it that way,” you sighed and got on his level, your hands on his knees. “i’m just more annoyed that you didn’t say something first, you just let your followers see parts of my body that i would like to only keep for you and me.”

“o-ok, i’m sorry,” he started crying but it wasn’t a full breakdown sob, just tears flowing at a steady pace.

“i forgive you, it’s over and done with,” you kissed his forehead.

as you went to stand back up, he grabbed your cheeks. both of your set of eyes pressed onto each other, making sure that you were present.

“i am really sorry,” he sniffled. “can i kiss you?”

you nod and he presses his now wet lips into yours. you have him as loving of a kiss as you could, starting to feel bad for raging.

#kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle x reader #spree #spree movie #joe keery #kurt kunkle x fem reader #kurt kunkle/reader

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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This Complicates things...

So, that’s the basic situation at hand.

Akeru, Komaru and Toko’s kid, found out everything we needed in the lab. She also put Yodogawa’s AI out of his misery.

I see...Thanks for the rundown.

I still can’t quite believe this. How could someone do something so...cruel?

Because he’s insane Akamatsu. Plain and simple.

And we will stop him, I swear it.

...

What’s wrong Mii-Yu?

No. It is nothing. I just did not consider that humans find becoming robots painful.

I suppose creatures like me live a different existence that humans cannot take to.

Listen Mii-Yu. This and that are very different.

You may be a robot, but you’ve got all the personality traits, quirks and queues that allow you to be human. If Katagiri was trying to turn people into AI like you, there might not be much of a problem.

But he’s stripping people of all of that. In that case, they become mindless machines. Drones that can only follow commands. That’s not what YOU are.

He’s right Mii-Yu. You really need to quit selling yourself short, you know?

Affirmative.

*The group arrives at the top floor.

Looks like this floor got cleared out before any of us got here.

By the way Akamatsu...By chance are you the one who our guy called to take out security here.

Uh...I mean, he never said to.

He gave me a location, but we were turned away at the door.

So, as you can imagine, instead of being discreet, Kaede decided to go through the backdoor and bust her way through before I could say anything.

Eehehehe...The reception wasn’t friendly so...Treat people how you want to be treated.

Atta girl.

So, what’s the plan here then?

Hey! We got some unexpected guests here! And I got a few questions to ask you.

Huh...!?

*Kuripa calls up to the platform.

I figured. I wondered why it was taking you so long.

Saihara? Akamatsu? Mii-Yu. This is Agent 404. AKA-

RANTAROO!!?

Wha-!?

Huh-!?

Hahaha...Yeah, that’s about the reaction I expected.

You...YOU’RE Agent 404!?

So THIS is where you’ve been hiding this whole time!?

Well...not the WHOLE time...

It’s true that I’ve been with ERR0RM3SS4GE for a long while now though...Forgive me, I had my reasons for not coming out into the light until now.

...

Hol’ up...I’m still trying to process this shit.

Shuichi and Kaede...You KNOW him?

Y-Yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah, stuff happened and um...

The fuck do you mean “stuff happened?” I...

Grr! Fine! Whatever...I’ll ask about it later.

Have you got that upload on the way?

Depends. Did Maya flip the switch like I asked?

Fucking hell dude, I’m not that dumb.

Good. Then can I ask you to help me install this drive while I talk with these guys? We’ll need to upload the data into the drive in order to use it against Katagiri.

...

You’ve got a lot of questions for me I’ll bet.

You have NO idea.

Whatever’s going on right now is clearly more important. And if what Kuripa said about Zen Katagiri is true, then I’ll accept that you’re trying to do something good.

What I want to know is where does your allegiance lie, Rantaro.

My allegiance?

You’re here, helping the Future Foundation, but you already helped our enemies. I’m not sure what side you’re really on.

Would you really treat me as an enemy?

I don’t want to but...If I had to.

...

I can see why they made you Branch Chief. You’re unbiased, even towards your own friends.

But trust me when I say that all I care about is stopping Zetsubou and saving this world. Just like the Future Foundation.

What’s the point of having a world-class hacker organization if there’s no world for it to exist in. Believe me, I had my reasons for aiding Uchui.

...

Fine...I still have my doubts about this but...if Kuripa and the Future Foundation believe in you, then I see no reason not to.

Thank you for your hospitality.

*Rantaro climbs down from the platform and pats Shuichi and Kaede on the shoulders.

And for the record, it’s good to see you...

All...of you...

...

*Rantaro’s eyes suddenly fall on Mii-Yu. Her eyes stare curiously back at him.

You are...

Uh...Oh! Let me introduce you!

*Kaede takes Mii-Yu’s shoulders.

This is M11-YU. I know she might look like Keebo, but she’s not.

Tsumugi was keeping her prisoner in one of Zetsubou’s towers. We freed her and now she’s being looked after by Miu.

Y-Yes. I am Model M11-YU. Please, just call me Mii-Yu though.

This is...Mii-Yu huh?

Well...it’s nice to meet you too.

...Are you ok?

Yeah, you...sound kind of uncomfortable Rantaro. Who flipped the switch on you?

Huh? Oh, no, it’s nothing. It really is nice to meet you, I’ve just...

Got so much on my mind right now.

Yeah...That kind of makes three of us.

...

Kaede? Do you want to say something to him?

...

What’s up Kaede? Is everything ok?

It’s just...I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you again and now that I’m here, I...I don’t really know where to begin.

Now isn’t really the best place to talk, so if you’d like, we can discuss the past later.

Right now, my top priority is dealing with Katagiri, and I’m sorry that I ended up dragging the both of you into it.

You’re right...I’m sorry too about what happened back in the Killing Game...What I did was...unforgivable and if you hate me for it...

Huh? Why would I do that?

...?

Even if you pushed us to the limit on the death road, I accept that you were only trying to act in everyone’s best interests. It’s not like me defecting from the group was the best way to deal with the situation either.

The...death road?

Yeah, the death road. The impossible gauntlet Monokuma ran us through trying to find an exit.

Oh...Yeah, that...Shame on me for that one.

I’m telling you, we’re totally cool on it. You’ve got nothing to feel bad for.

O-Ok.

Hey, Rantaro. Have I done this right?

Let me check!

Sorry, I’ll be right back.

*Rantaro hurries off to help Kuripa.

It appears he has no recollection of Kaede’s shotput ball trap that you mentioned.

Hm...It’s not like he really could have known that Kaede set it off...

Maybe he just blames Tsumugi for what happened, and that’s why he’s with ERR0RM3SS4GE?

...Maybe...

Somehow that just makes me feel even worse. Like I’m keeping some big secret from him...

...I understand how you feel Kaede, but like Rantaro said, he is in the middle of a mission. It’s not like now is an especially good time to bring it up.

Apologize to him later, and explain your side of things. I’m sure he won’t hold it against you.

...Thanks Shuichi.

*Kaede, Shuichi and Mii-Yu rejoin the others.

I didn’t really ask earlier, but what is it you actually plan on doing here Rantaro? Why do you need this drive?

Well, to put simply, Katagiri, our target, is holing himself up in a hidden base at Hyde Park. We need the information from this lab for several reasons.

The first is that if we copy the data from the tech made here, we can trace, and if we scan the park, we can find the point of origin. That will lead us straight to where Katagiri is hiding.

The second is that if we have this info, we can locate the weak point in whatever defense mechanisms he’s got as a backup.

We’re gonna draw him out of his hidey-hole, and when we do...

We rip him a new one...

Exactly. I’ll leave the last step to Kuripa.

...

What do you mean?

Huh? What’s up?

“Rip him a new one” how? Are you...

Are you going to KILL him?

...Something like that.

“Something like that?” Either you ARE or you AREN’T Kuripa.

It’s complicated, ok! It’s...an obligation...And a mercy.

So you ARE planning on killing him once you get to him?

I don’t have a choice this time, ok!? It was as per ERR0RM3SS4GE’s contract!

What...!?

In Kuripa’s defense, the specification WAS that Katagiri would need to die by the end of this mission.

I understand how you both feel. I know this is...difficult for you to accept.

But believe me when I say my organization has a very good reason for this. If Katagiri isn’t executed, he WILL HURT MANY.

Kuripa already told you what he’d done to Yodogawa. To prevent a catastrophe like that, don’t you think it’s worth it?

Kuripa, listen. I don’t know how or why the Future Foundation are following through with this, but it so blatantly breaks the code.

I AM still a Branch Chief, so it’s my duty and obligation to the Foundation to prevent you as a Foundation employee, to stop BREAKING that code.

...That damn “code” again...

I’m not gonna lie to you. I can understand how things are from your perspective, and why you’ve done what you’ve done before this point. In any other given situation, I wouldn’t try to get in your way.

But I have responsibilities now, and if I just overlook this, I won’t be able to live with myself.

...

You’re a good kid Saihara. And mature with how you think about it that way. I’m proud of you.

But...you can rest easy...I’m no longer tied down by the Future Foundation’s code and “obligations” and all the other BS that comes with it...!

Wh-What do you mean...? What...did you do?

...I’ll be blunt.

I’m no longer with the Future Foundation. The Chairwoman personally gave me the boot.

!!!??

N-No...! That can’t be!

See!? THIS is why I was trying to avoid you! There’s a whole ass conspiracy going on here and neither of you have any business getting caught up in it!

I know I’m a fucked up guy, but I’ve only ever LOVED you kids! This is MY problem, and you two have no right to be caught up in this drama!

But I’m telling you this...Don’t get in our way...Because I promise you, you won’t stop what’s coming...

You guys are smart...Hopefully you’re smarter than the others...Surely you can understand what I’m doing here. I’m trying to save your friends. OUR friends.

Kuripa...I get why you think of it this way, but this isn’t right.

...Why not?

I’m happy you’re trying to save Maki, Himiko, and the others, but by taking the lives of other people...Is the sacrifice really WORTH it?

Come on Kuripa...Rantaro...Have a heart...!

No, no, noooo you just don’t understaaaaand...! There’s more at stake here if we don’t put a stop to this evil permanently.

If we don’t kill Katagiri, he might use his own program to make himself immortal, then we’ll have missed our chance to stick a nail in his brain and nip the problem in the bud...!

Not only that, but this is the one chance we’ve had in AGES to finally put a stop to Zetsubou and save our captured allies. Seiko Kimura has been rotting in Zetsubou’s hidden base for almost a year now...Remember?

But-!

Kaede...You don’t want me to make a sacrifice, even if it means we can save many people from Katagiri and Zetsubou...

But doing the reverse means we sacrifice many innocent lives...just to save one guilty one.

In the grand calculus of fate, and the story that I’m paving the way for, this sacrifice means infinitely more than the life of one senile psychopath...

*Kuripa shoots a look at Rantaro.

I’m sorry kid...But I’m just doing my job.

...!

...Fine...Do what you’ve got to do...I know I can’t stop you.

Thank you for understanding. I’m sorry I’ve burdened you with this...

And with that...the upload should be-

HAAGH!

*WHAM!*

GUUGH!

!!!???

*Against everyone’s expectation, Kaede suddenly shoves Rantaro aside and snatches the drive! She grabs Shuichi’s hand makes a break for it!

What are you DOING!?

I’M SORRY ABOUT THIS!

!!!?

*Kaede drags Shuichi out of the room, still holding onto the drive. Mii-Yu hesitates, but then chooses to follow.

I apologize! But I promised BeeZero I would look after Kaede!

*She presses a button on the iron door and closes it behind

...No....No, no, no NO, NOOO!

*Kuripa grabs his sword, takes a run up, and with a kick, breaks the steel door wide open!

AAKAAAMAAATSSUUUUUU!!!

Tch...! Dammit! Maya, do NOT stop that upload!

B-But without the drive-!

We’ll get the drive back!

*Rantaro grabs a pistol from his belt and cocks it.

By FORCE if we must!

//KURIPA KURAFTO AND RANTARO AMAMI VS KAEDE AKAMATSU, SHUICHI SAIHARA AND M11-YU!!//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #hdrh2o #oc #danganronpa new world order #drnwo #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #kuripa kurafto #m11-yu #miiyu #maya canzanilla #the monster in me arc #hyper danganronpa h2o

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Okay, so background on why I'm fucking tired and queer:

A couple of weeks ago, Candace "just as evangelical and awful as my brother but didn't make it my whole personality at 19" Cameron Bure announced that Great American Channel (GAC), which is like if Hallmark Channel spent even less money on movies and was very intentionally bigoted, would not make queer content because GAC "believes in traditional marriage." CCB is apparently the Chief Creative Officer at GAC, which tells you everything you need to know about exactly how hard they're ready to go for jerking off evangelicals and false "culture war" shit.

This led Neal Bledsoe, one of those NPC-generic good-looking white guys who makes bank as the romantic lead in Hallmark and GAC movies to cut his contract with GAC. His statement upon leaving was all about how his support for the queer community is unconditional.

Which. Dude. GAC didn't suddenly turn into evangelical fap fodder when CCB joined. She joined THEM because THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS. There is no way you weren't at least somewhat aware of this when you signed a contract.

And, let me be clear, sometimes you gotta sign a contract as an actor you don't love because you gotta make rent. But if that's the case with Bledsoe, he didn't mention it in his inspo-porn statement about queer people being useful to him. He was utterly focused on how much he's learned, been helped by, and been supported by queer people. I want to believe he's sincere because it'd be nice to see it. But I am so fucking tired of queer people being treated as human fucking beings getting identified by straight people as, "OMG THE QUEERS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SO NICE TO ME. I SUPPORT THEM."

Listen here, you cis-het white man stereotype: We don't exist to support you. We don't exist to piss off CCB and Kirk the banana handjob king. We exist because we EXIST, and THAT'S ALL THAT SHOULD FUCKING MATTER. We exist. We are human. We deserve dignity, rights, and some fucking representation. I don't need that from GAC. And I knew the moment Candance signed on that GAC wasn't gonna do shit I was interested in. I was ready to forget them as soon as I heard about them (which was literally when CCB switched from Hallmark, which has the nerve to occasionally do queer shit and also does interracial stories (I'm not not calling CCB racist. But evangelicals...).

I wasn't gonna suddenly flip to GAC because DJ from Full House was in something.

And now, Danica McKeller, aka Winnie, aka Math PhD is saying that Neal is "misinterpreting" what Candace Cameron Bure said.

Which is very, very annoying but not actually surprising. Because Danica signed with GAC either right before or right after CCB, and given the Cameron family, Pureflix-level notoriety for evangelicalism (I think Candace and Kirk have both been in at least one movie), so she can't pretend like she didn't fucking know what she was signing onto.

But honestly, a soft bigot (Danica) and a hard bigot (CCB) are less annoying to me right now than Bledsoe, who clearly wants to get applauded for supporting the queer community in this tough time when none of us are fucking surprised CCB and don't need his "they've always helped me, so I'm helping them" support.

Like, it's not about you or who supported you dude. And it shouldn't be. Either I'm a human being, have value, and deserve rights and respect, or I'm not. That's literally the line. That's fucking it.

#gac #candace cameron bure #neal bledsoe #danica mckeller #oh but maybe he really meant well #well he had a few days to write the fucking statement #and what we got was...that #hopefully he learns from this and doesn't use us as clout points again #but for now fuck that guy #queer shit #lgbtqia+ issues #queer issues

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coredrill · 2 years

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me: man why’s sushio not credited on any of these eps :/

sushio:

meanwhile in 7&8:

ep7:

mmmmmmmmmm timeskip. (to clarify timeskips are VERY hit or miss for me, i feel like they often end up unsatisfying bc of the amount of development/events deemed unnecessary to the story that occur offscreen. like when it’s not done expertly it means that the writers have failed at telling a story. anyways w the benefit of hindsight the ambiguousness of the amount of time for this one is lame. has it been a month? a year? why’s david so hardened but everyone else is the same? why’s david already succumbing to cyberpsychosis when he’s known to have a high tolerance for it?? this was 100% the video game guys’ way of being like “DAVID CHANGED” but it doesn’t work well for me tbh.)

(i adore both of ttgl’s timeskips btw)

REBECCA KICKING THE SHIT OUTTA THIS DUDE LMAO

kiwi’s alive 😭

YES REBECCA I LOVE INSANE WOMEN

david flipping around w the word “broken” flashing in the bg trigger’s subtlety hits right AS ALWAYS LMFAO

why’s david’s new design look like when dudebros draw simon as their own ugly wish fulfillment 😐

NOT THE “TALES OF TRAUMA” POSTER FNDNNDBDBSNDNDJSJS

“i feel better in cyberware than in my own skin” ah so this is a story abt lack of identity and how being a kid when the system is stomping your parents into the dirt leaves them with hopes for you that you don’t care abt but also you don’t have the chance to develop your own self and hopes bc of that same system. got it 👍

THESE BITCHES ARE NAKED IN FRONT OF GIANT ASS WINDOWS?????????????? (viral voice) PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!!!!!!!

LUCY BACKSTORYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

ok so i DO LOVE the concept of an “old net” with hidden secrets like digital archaeological ruins like that’s SO GOOD. HOWEVER lucy being “only kid from childhood experiment who Made It” is too fuckin kiznaiver for me 🤢

(i do still enjoy lucy tho)

YES BIG FAN OF THE ANIMATION GLITCHING OUT OVER RANDOM PARTS OF THE GUY AND THE “DENIED” OVER LUCY. i also love when lucy’s made creepy that’s so good

ep8:

is that stephanie sheh :)( (with the benefit of hindsight aka i read the credits and typed this up after: no it is not lmao)

welp :/

OHHHHHHHHHH WAS DAVID LIKE A TEST SUBJECT OR SOMETHING. DOES HE ALREADY HAVE THE CYBER SKELETON????? AND THAT’S WHY HIS BONES FLASH WHEN HE POWERS UP????????

(if true trigger y’all are so good at your jobs 😭)

OHHHHHHHH AND THAT’S WHAT LUCY FOUND AND WIPED WHILE SHE WAS IN THE BATH OR WHATEVER AND WHY SHE KEEPS MEDDLING (with the benefit of hindsight: AND why she tried to tell david he wasn’t special)

kiwi calling lucy mysterious LMAO

i wanna see kiwi taking lucy in and training her and lucy looking up to kiwi and cutting her hair like kiwis (with the benefit of hindsight: 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

david and rebecca bff agenda i just wish they didn’t make rebecca into him 🥴

why aren’t there nips in the digital world

LMAO at this serious conversation in front of the sex poster AND THE TALES OF TRAUMA POSTER

ahhhhhh so david’s gonna die saving lucy

DTR SIGN??????????

NOOOOOOOO NOT KIWI BETRAYAL :(

anyways tonight’s take is much the same as yesterday’s in that the story is not rly doing it for me but the characters are decent (tho i like david less, prob bc of the timeskip) and the animation is still a TREAT to watch so. ALSO I CANT WAIT TO WATCH THE SUSHIO EPISODE HOLY SHIT ITS GONNA GO SO HARD

#a: cyberpunk edgerunners #edgerunners spoilers #t.txt

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I smelt Daredevil so i've returned again (aka i finally had time to scroll on tumblr PFFT), see idk maybe its just how i viewed karen, but i truly never actually understood the hate around her like at all, like there were only a few moments where I'm like girl what in the god damn hell is you doing, which was taking ben to fisks moms retirement home and her going to fisks place in season 3 (but like Deborah ate that scene up so i win still PFFT). and sure maybe that scene with elektra being in the bed i see both sides of how maybe she went to conclusion a little fast but like Karen with knowing absolutely nothing beforehand honestly reacted way better then my ass would've.

Im probably forgetting some more (im struggling to try to write more than two sentences that aren't just me spamming the keyboard) but everything she's done whether it's the whole Matt thing season 2, how she handles her investigations, her logic and reactions between frank vs matt, etc have actual reasonings in my head and have been done on so many other situations with other characters in the show and people always be cheering them on EXCEPT karen. And with Matt she was quick to go back to being friends with him compared to foggy, I felt as though there was more tension with foggy up until the last episode in defenders because they writers are still tryna push the whole relationship with Karen (it triggers me and it hurts me every time they push the romantic relationship of mattkaren AHHA), so I wasn't too worried about how she reacted She didn't know shit for so long especially season 2, all she was seeing (kinda like what you said) oh I'm in a thing with this dude that i really like, lets add this stressful ass trial to it as well, oh matt is barely even coming to the damn trial that he helped push to do as well, wtf would this dude be doing but rn im too busy tryna figure out this whole trial and getting frank to stop being a dumb bitch. She's stressed enough as it is, now let's add Foggy as well not telling her shit but running off everytime he's in a conversation with matt, now the trial is utter shit, she sees a girl in his house like she got too much going on to be focused on the one week "relationship" she is dealing with matt so in her mind shes like no... im not dealing with this bs right now to hear an explanation, then immediately follows to the whole blacksmith thing. Karen in my head is the investigator for the show, she in many times is the only way we have the context of anything and people still be in her bootyhole yelling up a storm. I honestly probably need to rewatch it for like the millionth time just to make sure I'm not writing nonsense here im probably the last person to do an analysis rn AHAH but like she's my girl.

(This is the same dd anon right? I feel like the script was just flipped lol)

Speaking in what you mention of some things that Karen did kinda recklessly, just goes to her having those flaws but she’s so so passionate about wanting to help and stop things, and she shares that with Matt whether they realize it or not. And because of that passion they sometimes let logic and levelheadedness take a back seat.

I think Foggy said it once, but he needs Matt to think as a lawyer and not a vigilante as times and same with Karen. She needs to think as an investigator/reporter and not as a passionate civilian who wants justice and revenge in a way.

But yes, I still see people hating on Karen to this day. And I’m strictly speaking of Netflix Daredevil Karen and not comic Karen (that’s a whole different thing and glad they went a different route with her character in the show)

So yeah, again. I think having Karen in the news how would be important as well

#dd anon

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the59er · 1 year

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6th - 12th March

“If you’re a seascape, Im a listing boat for the thing carries every hope.” Sea Legs, The Shins

Hi hi hello, self!! Let's recap!

6th Mar 2023, Monday Listening: Under Control, The Strokes

Sent the car for a repaint! Here's Dad looking pissed because the dude was not there for a proper consultation. Also the car looks pretty good here, as if it doesn’t need repainting, but it does!

7th Mar 2023, Tuesday Listening: Scared, Albert Hammond Jr

Leaving for BKK the next day but THIS was how much I’ve progressed in packing.............

I am disorganized

I hate packing

I am bad at planning

I am a procrastinator. (& a professional at that!)

8th Mar 2023, Wednesday Listening: A Certain Romance, Arctic Monkeys

BKK BABYYYYYYYY. As a nervous flyer, THANK GOD I did not vomit on Ben. But stomach was flip flopping like a bitch when we landed.

I remember Karen-ing to Celcom because of my failed roaming. Jesse & Son, Terminal 21, Jodd Fairs. Nice Italian Guy aka Nig for goodstuff. The padthai from T21, oBsEsSeDddDd:

9th Mar 2023, Thursday Listening: Im Not Running Away, Feist

ARCTIC MONKEYS BABYYYYY

But wait, what did we do before that... Breakfast of chicken rice, right? Then Jesse & Son again for a cuba try test..

Sighhh to my zero butt.. Anyway, Siam Paragon either before or after that. I remember the pad thai was not as delish as at T21's. Then we came back, I took a nap? I took another nap in the cab otw to BITEC lol (I suka tido :p). At BITEC we had a soups delish beef bowl before the brianstorm..

I gave a 6/10 rating on my 'gram for the gig and received shit from friends who couldn't make it, IM SORRY but it was what it was.. I think we ended the night with our leftover goodstuff before I started....office work. (I KNOW RIGHT, WTF)

10th Mar 2023, Friday Listening: Fader, The Temper Trap

I woke up and did office work??? I think Zuls called me at some point where I gave him a tour of our cuuute flat with 2 bedrooms and a balcony perfect for my bad habit hehe. Best breakfast ever @ boonlong before meeting Aeyah who treated us moca!

@ moca. obsessedzahhhh

For dins we feasted on tom yum! It's saaaa good I cannotttt.

Visited Nig again and it was confusing because we were angry/mellow/angry/mellow, but still babi excellent lol.

Ayyyy.

11th Mar 2023, Saturday Listening: Is it Real, Bombay Bicycle Club

Boonlong breakfast again (obsessed) before we left for the airport. Some crazy "amazing race" moment where we almost missed the flight home, so had to run all the way to the gate 😩 This was the insane queue that we had to cut through!:

Thanks to Ben who helped lead the way because my hands were already starting to tremble- classic indicator of me about to have a panic attack (but thankfully I did not).

Zuls fetched meee (even though he actually had a fever! He also sent me to the airport earlier 😬) Traffic was insane jelly. Quick dins @ A&W and yush before finally dropping me home. Ahhhh own bed.

12th Mar 2023, Sunday Listening: Landed, Ben Folds

Had a funny dream where A called B "sayang" at a concert and B didn't like it and got mad. Lol. Unpacked my luggage. Made a noob mistake of stepping on the scale but thank God I only gained 0.2kg from BKK. And I scored us tix for GV. July babyyyyyyy!

Ok gotta admit that took a lot of backtracking and photo gallery-checking to see what happened and when. But I have a feeling I missed out on a lot but hey I have tried my best (pats self).

#rubymar2023

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tenshindon · 3 years

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ok this is literally the smallest of gripes but it always bothers me how they refer to the fighting style in db as karate instead of kung fu

#snap chats #like. there’s a big difference between the two #that’s like calling macaroni spaghetti #like sure they’re both pastas but they’re entirely different #and how they’re composed allows for different uses #like macaroni holds sauces better because it has holes or something idk I ain’t a pasta expert #POINT IS you can’t just like. call something a different branch of something else just cause it’s the same you get it #and it’s very evident that the martial art used in db is predominantly kung fu #animals play a big role in the characters’ fighting philosophies which is the blueprint for kung fu styles #also karate is more straight-forward fighting #in kung fu it’s a bit more elaborate and almost exotic and demands the body to be more nimble #aka Do Flips And Shit My Dude #ok not EXACTLY that but you know what I mean: it’s almost like a dance when you fight #not to mention kung fu styles work in tandem with replying to an opponent’s attacks opposed to just attacking #idk ignore me I’m lame </3 #but I am right

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Did Thyme borrow from Ren or Kavin the pink cream sweater for his line sticker. I could not believe it was a soft colour with no animal print!

Anon, you came asking the right questions.

Shall we do a review of Thyme’s fashion for the episode? Might need to be a weekly thing.

Outfit 1. The I Have A Girlfriend Proud Puppy

This fashion choice focuses on the simplicity of pink stripes to demonstrate victory using flames, bit like Phoenix rising from the Ashes. My boi wore this ludicrous outfit the night after he reconciled with Gorya. I like it because it’s blank and pink, and I love those colours. Just not together.

It’s STILL VERY tame in comparison with what P’Thyme has worn previously, so overall 6/10 considering that we even got a new chain that is not mafia sized. Look at him beaming with his GirLFriEnD. LMAO. This outfit screams twin flames.

Outfit 2. The I Demand Your Attention Now Gurl

Wow. I mean, a LV coat is chic and all. So that's neat.

And then we have unicorn dye shirt.

I loooooove this little number.

What would you wear after calling your gf 83 times and interrupting her lecture to confirm your relationship status and invite her on a date? Yeah. Exactly. You gotta be visible. Don’t hate the player, hate the game. 8/10 because Thyme is wearing a CHOKER. akjshaskjhd. SWAG.

Outfit 3. THE BABY IN RED

Please this was the CUTEST scene.

Not only is he excited at 3.30 am picking his outfit, but he’s wearing the least offensive dressing gown.

It suits him so much and he looks like a giant red bear who just needs lots and lots of cuddles. Poor Ren dealing with the fashion fiascos on that hanger.

PLS. We all died when he was gunna wear that safari get up with binoculars, right? Oi ve. Cutie. 10/10

Outfit 4. THE DATE I DIDN’T PLAN BUT MY GF DID AND NOW I AM TRAPPED DOING THINGS I DON’T LIKE BUT GOTTA BEHAVE COS I LUV HER

Actual donut and leopard print shirt has been chosen by Ren.

*Crickets*

I am sensing ren-venge starting early. LMAO. I call this fashion choice the clash. We have Gorya wearing early 2005 Oliver Twist with a hint of Spice Girls and Madonna as @crazybooksandplantslady coined the term and Thyme is dressed as...Thyme and styled by Ren.

Absolute Fail but Thyme is so flipping sweet during the date, even though shit backfires FASTER than you can say ‘go back to France Ren’. So. Decisions. 4/ 10. Sorry.

I CAN’T DEFEND YOU PUP.

Outfit 5. THE MAD AT MY GF

This was the dreamiest softest Thyme. I WANT HIM TO HAVE CUDDLES W GORYA NOW IN THAT DUMB HOODIE OK??? I WANT HER TO PUT THE HOOD UP AND HIM TO DO PUPPY EYES AND THEN SHE’LL TIGHTEN THE STRINGS ON HIS HOOD AS HE LEANS IN TO KISS HER LOL. GMMTV DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME DUDE.

I love it, because the defences are down and we don’t have animal print. I have a theory that Thyme gears up into stripes to feel invincible. For battle. IDK where he got this from. But if it was from his wardrobe I need to see this on him few more times for science.

11/10.

Me covering my eyes anytime slander occurs of Thyme’s outfits.

Outfit 6. The Struggle Is Real ™️ Outfit AKA I wanted to apologise but my girlfriend is hugging my bestie so im pretty on edge about it all TBH

And last but not least the tiger is back. This is is decent. Although the mafia chain is back and I did not miss it.

7/10. I don’t like the poop jumper, but the fit was nice and he can wear literal garbage and look million bucks. Alright for some huh?

Hope this helps anon.

If I have forgotten anything lemme know.

♥️

#f4 #f4 thailand #f4 thailand: boys over flowers #thyme #thyme's fashun #fiascos we love to hate #fashionista thyme #rich and ugly fashion #<3

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caffeineforbucky · 3 years

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As Time Goes By...(Chapter One)

Post-blip (five or six months later)

A/N: This is my first time writing on this website or anything public really, I usually just write for me, please just bear with me if it looks or sounds janky. Also, thanks for taking the time to read. I deeply & wholeheartedly appreciate you. Enjoy!

Summary: I suck at them but, I'll give it a shot. You- the reader, are surprised by 'old' friends when they show up out of the blue, asking for your help on a mission. (This is just the sum for chap. 1)

Word count: 2,760

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, ex-boyfriend jealousy...

The day was coming to an end, a small heatwave conjuring up a sweat as you wiped down your last table for the night. You blew out a breath, brushing back a sheen of perspiration with your forearm, watching the last customer walk out of the restaurant as the bell chimed above their head.

You never understood why people chose to sit inside when there were tables out on the sidewalk. It was hotter in here than out there, especially since the air conditioner had gone out just a few days prior and the fans above the tables were only circling the air inside. It was an actual oven, but they contended.

Your hightops heaved across the tile, dragging yourself with the sufficiency of a person who was only working because they had to. You kicked up the doorstop, pulling the door towards you with a small amount of goodwill and vigor to finish locking up, flipping the paper sign over from open to closed. It wasn't as if you hated your job. You thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of it all. It was the only person working the night shift job you hated with every fiber of your being. You weren't completely alone in the restaurant, having a few cooks and the owner to keep you company, especially on busy nights like the one you just had.

"I'm clocking out, Mrs. Turner!" You call out, reaching behind your back to untie the knot of your apron, pulling it up and off your neck once the ties came undone. Trudging back to the table, you picked up the disinfectant wipe and toss it in the bin, making your way to your boss's office before hanging up your apron on the hook. "Mrs. Turner...?" You murmur softly, poking your head in through the doorway, only to see her counting the profits for the day. "I'm heading home," You chime, pointing behind your shoulder with your thumb as she glances up at you.

"Alright, Honey," She beams, a bright smile pulling at her lips as her eyes meet yours. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Working for the Turners wasn't supposed to be a permanent job, in fact, it wasn't even your original plan, as opposed to the small favors you would complete now and then for the people that were willing to pay a pretty penny for your...services.

But you figured having a stable job was smarter and safer than the alternative. And the help wanted sign was very persuasive, due to the pretty colors and splashes of glitter. It looked like it was made by a child, which you later found out, was decorated by Mrs. Turner's seven-year-old. "Always." You accede, tapping the doorframe as your goodbye before parading into the breakroom to gather your things from the lockers.

You take your backpack off the hook and swing the strap over your shoulder before time punching your card and going straight through the back door. The sounds of the city hit your ears as the heavy door slammed behind you. Traffic honks and tires treading against the grain while you walk further into the busy streets of San Francisco.

As you were about to turn the corner, you were met with the sight of your friend's van, followed by a trumpet rendition of La Cucaracha. You grinned widely, gripping your strap tighter as you jog up the 1972 Ford Ecoline, aka Big Bertha. At least that's what you called it. "Luis!" You rejoice, resting your palms on the ledge. "What are you doing here?"

"Scotty sent me out for a few things," Luis answers, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his head turned to you. "I was just about to go when I saw you. Thought you might need a ride." He shrugs, a cute smile playing on his lips.

You nod, reciprocating the smile at his answer. "Yeah, if it's not too much trouble..." You drag, your voice hesitant, as if he didn't offer at all.

"Nah, get in." He gestures, beckoning you with a wave of his hand. "Your place is on the way," Luis loosens his seatbelt, reaching over to the passenger side to pull up the lock, opening the door for you.

You climb in, plopping down on the tufted leather seats as you pulled the door towards you, closing it shut. "Thanks, Lu," You breathe, dropping your backpack below your feet, then you fasten your seatbelt. "How is Scott, anyway?" You ask as Luis changes gears and presses the gas, the van rolls onto the street.

"Ehh...he's...he's alright, know what I'm sayin'?" He answers, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. "I mean, he missed like five years of his daughter's life. He's just trying to spend as much time with her to make up for years they both lost."

You nibble at the inside of your cheek, nodding softly in agreement as the city lights passed you by. There wasn't much you could say to that, having lost so many people yourself. People you considered family just...gone.

"Yo!" Luis pipes up, snapping you out of your train of thought. "Didja see the news today?!" He shakes his head, whistling at the thought. "I can't believe they would just give some random dude the shield like that, ya know?"

You drew in your bottom lip in contempt, nodding once again at Luis. You had seen the news, and they couldn't have picked a better time to broadcast. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Turner asking you in, you would've hunted Sam Wilson down and kicked his ass yourself.

The van rolled to a stop, brakes squealing as Luis pulled up beside your apartment. You sighed heavily, glancing at the small apartment you shared with your Ex-boyfriend. By the looks of the living room light illuminating behind the curtains, he was home, and you absolutely dreaded when he was. It wasn't as if you wanted to live with him, but you had no other alternative. Ever since dropping your side job, money was tighter, and he was kind enough to let you stay, just until you found a place. "Thanks again for the ride, Lu." You mumble, unclicking your seatbelt as you took hold of your backpack. "You didn't have to."

"Don't even mention it, Y/N," Luis reassures, watching you as you pull at the door handle, opening it to get out. "I know how hard it is to get back into the norm."

You shut the passenger door, shooting him a sympathetic smile. "I'll see you around?"

With a smile, Luis waves goodbye and drives off into the night, the exhaust pipe blowing smoke as he rode off. You shook your head, cracking a smile at the honk of his horn. You turned towards the front entrance of the apartment, your stomach twisting as your smile dropped completely. You swallowed thickly, rolling the tension from your shoulders to prepare yourself before jogging up the small flight of stairs.

You fished your keys from the front pocket of your backpack, taking a breath before shoving the key into the lock, twisting as you pushed the door open with your shoulder. "Joshua?!" You voiced, calling out your ex's name to make sure it was him. You dropped your belongings beside the door, pushing your sneakers off before kicking the door shut with your foot.

"Yeah, in here!" He responds quickly, a slight tremor to his tone.

You frown softly, tossing your keys into the bowl on the console table before sauntering to where his voice was emanating from. "Josh, are you...?" Your voice came to a halt, your footsteps stopping altogether as you walked into the living room.

"Hey!" Joshua exclaims once your figure comes into view. "You wanna explain who they are?" He presses, his face crossed with fear as he gestures to the two men sitting calmly on your living room couch.

You remained quiet, your body tense, eyes wide as your focus shifted between the men on the couch and your ex.

"Well...?" Joshua demands, crossing his arms over his chest, shifting in his stance at the unsettling glare one of the men was sending his way. "I was in the middle of hosting game night-as you can see, when they showed up," Josh drops his arms, hands splaying out to gesture to the coffee table consisting of five different dips, two bulk-sized bags of tortilla chips, and a twenty-four pack of Blue Moon beer. "The guys were just about to come over."

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to refrain from any and all insults towards your ex. That explained why he was home. "Um..." You utter, pinching the bridge of your nose, "Fucking hell," You curse under your breath, eyes fluttering open to look at Joshua. "Josh," You begin, clearing your throat as you start with the man on the left. "They are Sam Wilson and..." You hesitate, eyes settling on the man to the right, his sight alone bringing back the memories that you swore you didn't want to remember. "James Barnes," You finish, ripping your eyes away from his baby blues to look at your ex. "Aka-"

"The Falcon and The Winter Soldier..." Joshua finishes for you, his eyes flashing with amazement, head whipping towards the guys. "Shit!" He curses, smiling widely like a kid in a candy store. "Can I get you guys anything? A plate? Beer?"

"Actually," You grunt, interrupting before Sam or Bucky could answer. "Can you give us a minute, Joshua?" Insisting while your foot tapped impatiently against the hardwood floor.

"Should I be worried?" He inquires, eyes filled with confusion as he looked between the three of you, trying to piece together the situation at hand. The main reason you and Joshua couldn't work it out was that you kept a lot of secrets, mostly from him. He didn't like the fact that you wouldn't let him in. Sure, you lied to him, the biggest lie being that you were an Avenger, but that was just to keep him safe. There were other reasons why you decided to split up as well. Joshua knew...he knew deep down you were just with him to pass the time. He could see it when he looked into your eyes. There was someone else in the reflection and it wasn't him. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that it did hurt him. That he wanted a chance to make it work with you, but with the way you were staring at James, he finally recognized that reflection.

He should've noticed it early on-like that day he had somehow convinced you to take a trip to D.C for a tour of the Captain America museum. You were hell-bent on not going, trying to make up some elaborate excuse or an alibi of sorts, but alas, you still went. And for some odd reason, you couldn't stop coming back to the Bucky Barnes portion.

"No," You reply, keeping it short to dismiss him.

Joshua's mouth set in a hard line, a foreign feeling forming in the pit of his stomach-jealousy. He never had to worry about it before, especially when his friends used to come over, back when you were still together. Except for that one time, but how could he blame them? You were the kind of person that listened, laughed at the jokes being made, could lend a hand when needed, and your looks were just a bonus in his book. "Uhm, yeah," He coughed, frowning softly while nodding his head at you. "I have to go pick up the pizza, anyway," Josh brushes past you, fetching his keys from the bowl while slipping on his Vans that sat up against the wall ledge that separated the front door from the living room. "Are you going to be okay?" He mumbles, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

You shoot Josh a smile, nodding reassuringly, his footsteps approaching closer before stopping in front of you, the palm of his hand landing gently on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Let me know if you need anything, m'kay?" Josh's voice is soft, the concern in his eyes making you feel guilty. You knew he cared about you, and there wasn't a time where you'd catch him staring at you for far too long, but you were well past that. "I'm just a text away," He notes, waving his cell in his hand.

"Josh, I'll be fine," You sigh, stepping away from his touch, the sound of his hand hitting his jeans as it dropped from your shoulder. "I always am."

"Right," Josh nods, looking over at the men on the couch before gazing back at you. "I'll see you in a bit, bug." And with that, he turns, opens the front door, and steps out, shutting the wooden door behind him.

You close your eyes, the pet name Josh had coined for you making you sigh. He agreed to stop calling you that all together and it only made you feel that more guilty for ending things. "So..." You pipe up, opening your eyes as you turned to look at the guys. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Bug?"

Bucky is the first to speak, his jaw clenched at the mere sound of the word. Indignant at the way Josh had touched you, even if it was just your shoulder. "I didn't know he knew you like that," Bucky flashes you a taut smile, nodding softly as he shared a look with Sam, but the falcon only shook his head. "How long have you been..." Bucky couldn't even finish the question, his glove-clad hands tightening at the thought of you being with somebody else...someone that wasn't him. Though, it was his own fault. If he hadn't done what he'd done-you'd have never found another.

"Wow," You scoff, padding closer to where they sat. "You don't miss a beat, do you? Just..." You sink into the sofa adjacent to the one they occupied. "-Right into the big stuff."

"I didn't bring you here to question her about her love life," Sam voices, his scolding eyes on the man beside him. "And she sure as hell isn't obligated to answer you, Bucky."

You smile gratefully at Sam before glancing down at your leg that had begun to bounce in anticipation. "What are you guys doing here? And how'd you find me?" You ask, tilting your head in curiosity as you look up at the guys. "When I resigned from the Avengers initiative, they ensured me that I wasn't able to be traced, not by your or any other remaining member. I was supposed to be scot-free," You declare, hitting your thigh with your fist.

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Sam chuckles, shaking his head at the naivety. "We both know that's a bunch of bullshit. The government is always going to have its eyes on us. Especially free agents like you and us."

You draw in your bottom lip, biting down, eyes flickering between Sam and Bucky. You knew it was too good to be true, and part of you sensed the bullshit when the government explained it to you. You just didn't want to believe it.

"You were an ex-assassin. How could they not keep tabs on your whereabouts?" Sam recounts, emphasizing that it was in the past. At least, that's what they thought. "And I had some help from Redwing as well." He shrugs nonchalantly.

You choke out a laugh, shaking your head at the smug demeanor emitting from Sam. "Redwing," You whisper, smiling thinly. "Of course, nothing could ever be hidden from your personal P.I, huh?"

"I hate that thing," Bucky grumbles, folding his arms across his chest. in annoyance. "Invasion of privacy, I'm telling you."

"You love redwing," Sam jokes, playfully jabbing Bucky's arm with his elbow, "It's okay Bucky, you can admit it."

"Can we get back to the issue here?" You interject, "Not one of you has explained the reason you're here. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great to see you...one more than the other," You whisper that last part but, completely aware that Bucky could hear it. "But, you both showing up out of the blue...? That's almost a bad omen."

"I didn't ask him here, by the way," Sam acknowledges, raising his hands in defense, "I just want to get that out of the way. Bucky came because he wanted to. I'm here," Sam gestures to himself, "-For one reason and one reason only..."

"And what's that?" You ask, leaning forward in your seated position.

"I need your help, Y/N."

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