#and that he doesn't have to shove everything into the little box to be perfect and strong

[rexcaliburechoes]

it is peak diamant hours

#rex rambles #he's my boy with his dumb smile and wildly variable stat growths #poor boy either gets rng screwed or rng blessed #there is no middling diamant #I want to kiss him and tell him he doesn't have to be perfect #and that he doesn't have to shove everything into the little box to be perfect and strong #he is my blorbo. I love him

[izvmimi]

cw: this is so goofy. selfship-coded. izuku has a subtle breeding kink (i wrote this what's new). pregnancy mention. condom use. suggestive, minors dni.

you sit warily on the toilet seat, your fiancé right outside the door, and your foot tap tap taps as you wait for the little piece of plastic in your hand to decide your future.

ironically, you don't have the energy for trepidation anymore because you feel like by now you're at this literally every couple of days.

but baby it doesn't feel good?

but don't you want me to feel all of me?

i promise i'll pull out better this time.

just the tip is fine, right?

izuku's outside the bathroom door, giving you privacy as though he wasn't nose deep between your legs just last night, slobbering all over you like a starving puppy presented with a wet meal. for a moment it occurs to you that if you really are pregnant, even if you can clearly handle it financially and emotionally, you'll shove that stick so far up his ass that-

your timer goes off and it's negative.

you sigh.

izuku bursts in at the sound of your voice, immediately uttering a supportive "is everything okay baby?" the shine to his emerald eyes makes you wonder if he actually, deep down, does want you pregnant.

"perfect. no baby."

he grins and kisses your forehead as you adjust your panties up and stand to wash your hands. squishing your cheeks as he has trouble getting his hands off of you, he promises that he'll actually invest in some condoms.

you don't believe him, but you consider making that appointment to your ob-gyn to get an intrauterine device you've been thinking about sooner rather than later.

---

another night comes and he's looked at you like that and he continues to be built like that and you have no choice but to let him do whatever he wants with you, even if it is to drag you not really kicking and not really screaming from your work, going from holding you around your midsection to lifting you up effortlessly so that your crotch is pressed against his face. he sniffs you like an entire dog and you're both terribly embarrassed and terribly aroused by his sheer want for you. izuku is already pressing kisses to your mound through your yoga pants as he carries you to the bed.

"izuku, i still have shit to do!" you argue, but you're holding on tight to his head to keep your balance, as if he would ever let you fall.

"you've worked hard enough," he says, muffled by your legs around his face. "i'm asking politely. may i please have some pussy?"

the fact that he's asking this, just as you land on the bed with a practical bounce is almost offensive. you sit up.

"are you even asking?"

he leans in, grinning as he gets on all fours to descend upon you.

"i mean yeah, of course," he replies, knowing full well that you won't say no as he pulls off his shirt. you shake your head, but your shirt goes over your head as well. he catches your lips in a kiss first, and you sink into the bed under his weight as he practically smothers you in kisses. wet, sloppy, silly, you laugh against each other, groping each other with your hands, and then it occurs to you both at the same time.

condoms.

you pull away, his teeth still grazing at your lower lip.

"izuku, do you have any?"

he blinks for a moment, sitting back on his heels. then his eyes widen.

"yes!"

izuku sounds a little too excited just for condoms, and your eyes narrow, but he practically leaps off the bed and is burrowing through his workbag for something, and you squint, expecting a box.

what he comes up with dries you up so fast you'll need iv fluids.

his grin is wide as he presents to you, proudly, a string of pristine looking condoms, all printed with all might's million watt smile right on the packaging.

"see, i didn't forget!"

a moment of silence passes as you beg the heavens above that your adonis of a partner is not fucking serious about fucking you sideways with his mentor's brand of contraceptive rubbers.

"izuku."

"what?"

"..."

you walk out of the room, immediately, so irate you can't speak.

"WHAT?!" he asks, following you out immediately. "come on!"

there's no way you are coming or cumming anywhere in the next hour. not like this.

you find your seat back at your desk and crack open your hardback textbook as hard as you can, doing your best to ignore the whine his voice has taken. he can actually die of blue balls for all you care.

"come on, it's not that bad!"

you snap your head at him and give him a look, and he immediately recants.

"okay, i'll go out right now and get normal condoms, i promise."

you lick the tip of your index finger and turn the page of your book.

"please, my dick is literally so hard right now, don't you care if i die?"

"perish. let me see," you reply, without turning your head.

"wow!" you can't' help but stifle a laugh at his disbelief. you hear him shift upwards and turn, not even realizing he had been kneeling.

as he stands, you do get a look at his... impressive member. maybe he could die like this, the way that thing is rock hard and waiting desperately for you.

you blink, look at your book, then look back at him. he's looking at you with the puppy dog eyes, and he still looks the way he does and he's still built the way he is, and...

...

moments later, you're folded into a jackknife because your pro hero fiancé somehow always gets his way, but at least, mercifully, his mentor's condom isn't wrapped all over what's pumping in and out of you.

right before your eyes roll back in your head, you can still see all might's smile, and maybe you should have just stuck with the damn pregnancy tests after all.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku smut #cw pregnancy #cw breeding #mimi's notes #mimidoriya #daydreams: bnha

[lokis-army-77]

Piece of Cake

Dom!Eddie Munson x sub!fem reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Eddie catches you sneaking something you shouldn't and then you lie to him... so obviously you have to be punished

Warning: 18 +. spanking with a belt, handcuffs, sir kink, fingering, butt plug, aftercare, squirting, dom eddie, sub reader.

Masterlist

“And just what are you doing?” Eddie's voice startled you, causing you to jump and almost drop the cake box you were trying to remove from the fridge only a few seconds prior quietly. 

“Uh… nothing.” You quickly try to cover your actions, reaching for something random and pulling it out. “Just grabbing some…” you look at what you had snatched, “relish.” 

Eddie looked at you, arms crossed and eyebrows raised scepticly. “Oh really? Because to me, it looked like you were getting into the cake that I specifically told you not to touch.”

You stood there, back to the fridge, the cold air, and Eddie’s gaze, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “I was just moving the box so I could reach this.” You hold up the relish bottle and shake it, hoping he will take the bait.

The prolonged silence and the way he watches you with beady eyes make you uneasy. You avoid eye contact like your life depends on it, and your hands fiddle with the plastic condiment bottle. 

“You aren’t lying to me are you, baby doll?” He asks as he slowly pushes off the threshold and stalks around the kitchen counter to you. 

Shaking your head, you answer him. “No, Sir.” 

Eddie takes the relish from your hands, places it back in the fridge, and shuts the door. “You know I don’t like it when you lie to me. I’ll give you one more chance to tell me the truth.” 

You know you should tell him what you were doing, but you had to stick to the lie. So you try with all you have in you to look into those brown eyes and not look guilty as you spoke, “I’m not lying, Sir.”

Your hair stands on end when the soft features of his face turn ridges and sharp in an instant. His eyes darken and his jaw ticks. 

What scares you the most is how calm he is when he speaks next. “We have rules in this house, little girl, and you just broke two of them. And to make matters worse, you broke the most important one twice.” 

Being in trouble always made your stomach tie in knots. You hated seeing the disappointment on your boyfriend's face and this time was no exception. 

“Eddie please I’m-” 

“Ah, ah, ah. That’s not my name right now and you know it.” He grasps your face in his large hand, squishing your cheeks with his thumb on one side and the other four fingers on the other. “Don’t even tell me you’re sorry, you don’t even know what that means but you will.” 

You feel dread wash over you as he forces you to look at him. 

“I want you to go to the bedroom, find the cuffs, belt, lube, and your plug, and place them on the bed. Then, I want you to take those shorts off and lay face down. Got it?” 

You nod as best you can in his harsh grip. “Yes Sir.” 

“Good. I’ll be there in a minute.” He lets go and you scurry down the hall to the room. 

Your heart beats a mile a minute as you collect everything Eddie asked for and it doesn't subside as you lay down on the bed. Nervously, you chew on your bottom lip, making it raw and red. 

The rush of blood in your ears is so loud that you only hear Eddie’s footsteps coming once he’s already made it into the bedroom. 

He doesn’t speak as he gets to work. First are the handcuffs, they are cold against your wrists as he secures them behind your back. Next, the pillow he fluffs up and shoves under your hips, helping to raise and present your ass. 

Large hands roam over the exposed skin of your thighs before they take hold of your thong and move it down below the curve of your ass. 

“You know I hate having to punish you, right?” He asks, climbing onto the bed behind you, his legs slotted on either side of your own. 

“I know, sir.” You respond. 

Eddie hums. “Do you? I don’t think you do, or else you would be my perfect little angel all the time.” 

You shake your head, “I do, I do. I’m sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.” 

There’s a sudden smack to your ass. “Quit moving,” he commands and you do. “I want you to tell me why it is I’m having to punish you.” His words are emphasized by the creaking sound of the lube cap being opened. “Then, I will spank you with this belt until I feel you have learned your lesson.” He begins to squirt the lube generously onto your puckered hole. 

The cold makes your hips jerk but he holds you still. Then something even colder is placed onto the warm skin down there. With shaking breath, you feel him rubbing the metal butt plug through the lube, coating it. 

“Come on, tell me what you did.” 

Taking a deep breath, you begin. “I lied to you.” 

He circles your entrance with the toy. “Go on.” 

“I lied to you twice.” You turn your face into the comforter as he begins to push the plug in, the sudden stretch is a lot.

“About what?”

You groan, hands pulling at the cuffs as he takes the plug out and pushes it back in just a little farther. “Sir-”

“I asked you a question. What did you lie to me about?”

“I-I lied to you about getting a piece of cake.” You stutter. 

“And why was that against the rules?” 

“Because I had two pieces today already and you told me I couldn't have more!” The last of your sentence comes out in a jumbled moaning mess as Eddie pushes the plug all the way inside.  

“So disappointing…” He wraps the belt around his hand and begins to slowly stroke it against your ass. “You knew you weren't supposed to do what you did and yet you still disobeyed me.”

 You take a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the pain. He smacks you once and you gasp, feeling the sting across your skin.

“I'm sorry!” You cry out, hips moving away from the quick hits of the belt on your bare ass. 

“Sorry? I don’t think you are baby.” Eddie continues to belt you, his grip strong and unforgiving. You try to move away but he holds you in place, forcing you to take the punishment. 

Tears stream down your face as the pain settles into your skin. “Please,” you beg him, “no more.” 

He stops the belt for only a second to ask, “Color?”

“Green,” you heave through snot and sobs. “I’m green, Sir.” 

With your answer, he keeps going. Each sharp sting of the belt against your quickly welting skin has you shuddering with an ache. The punishment hurt but it also created a dull throbbing between your legs. 

Each hit had you clenching around the plug seated deep in your ass and with each contraction of your muscles, you couldn’t help but feel empty in the one place you needed Eddie: your cunt. 

You haven’t a clue how many times the belt made contact with your skin but when he eventually stopped, a cry of relief flew past your lips. 

“Did so good for me baby doll.” Eddie finally gave you praise as soft plush lips kissing the hot, reddened skin of your ass. You whimper at the feeling. 

He watches you for a moment, eyes tracing over every curve of your body. He counts every whelped, raised belt mark displayed on your ass. So when your thighs clench and your hips begin to undulate against the pillow beneath you, Eddie does not miss it. 

“My poor baby, did your punishment make you all needy?” he asks.

You nod, your hair tangling under you as you do.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” 

It takes everything in you to answer him. “Yes sir.”  

He pulls back and smirks, his eyes darkening with pleasure. “Good girl. Now, tell me what you want.”

“Want you… Please I want you so bad. Need your fingers, your cock, inside me. Please.” You are desperate. There is an emptiness inside you begging to be filled and the only thing that could ease the intense want in your bones is your boyfriend fucking into you. 

“Yeah? Is that what you need?” Eddie tosses the belt to the side, no longer needing it. “I will warn you, sweet girl, this is still a punishment. Don’t even think I’ll go easy on you.”

You lament, “Doesn’t matter, just need you in me, please.” 

Eddie wastes no time lifting your hips, forcing you to keep your weight on aching, wobbling knees. His thumb presses into the jeweled end of the anal plug, pulling a moan from your chapped lips.

“What’s your color right now baby doll?” He asks as deft fingers run down from the plug to your quivering cunt. You can feel how wet you are as he spreads your lips. The cool air of your bedroom wafts over your juices. 

“I’m green.” You whine, cantering your hips back into him. 

Without warning, Eddie's middle and ring fingers plunge into you. He wasn’t slow, his fingers pumped in and out of you at a pace so fast, it was hard to comprehend with your already fuzzy mind. 

Your wrists pull on the metal of your binds as you arch your back deeper. You open and close your fingers, wordlessly begging him.

Eddie sees your fingers flexing and asks, “What is it you need Sweetheart?” 

“Hand.” You groan. “Hold hand.” Your arms stretched as far back as they could to reach him and he eased your efforts by reaching out his free hand and grasping both of yours. 

You hold onto him tightly and he continues to finger fuck you. His long thick fingers are pushing up into your walls creating aquelching sounds and pulling noises you never knew you could make past your lips. 

It doesn’t take long for you to fill the pounding in your veins. Like the beat of a war drum, your heart beats fast and hard, pumping blood through you. The pit in your stomach has become a chasm and Eddie is doing his damndest to push you over the edge. You’re there, teetering at the side and all it takes is the introduction of a third finger, his pointer finger. 

With the stretch of that third digit, you let out a cry loud enough for the whole of Hawkins to hear you. ���Gonna cum.” You scrunch your eyes hard. “Please, let me cum Sir.”   

Eddie grunts, moving his fingers faster. “Alright, baby. Cum for me.”

Your body is spasming, your hands grasp Eddie’s in a death grip, your thighs shake and lock and you feel a relieving gush from between them. 

The spasms stop and your muscles release. Eddie is quick to uncuff you and start on aftercare. 

He gives you kiss after sweet kiss as he cleans the mess you made of yourself and the bed beneath. Warm hands rub in soothing lotion over the areas he has spanked. 

You just lie there, whimpering when he touches a sore place.

“I know, I know. I'm sorry, baby. You did such a good job for me.” He praises. You smile weakly in response. He pulls you into a tight embrace and whispers, “I love you so much.” He kisses you again before letting you go.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble into the sheets, suddenly still guilty for lying. 

“Shh, it’s okay, I know you are.” He lays next to you, pulling you in closer. “How about we lay here for fifteen minutes, then I take you to the bathtub?

You think about it for a second before nodding into his chest. “That would be nice. Thank you, Eddie.”

You can feel him smiling into your hair as he responds, but before you can hear the words, you've already drifted off into a much-needed sleep.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader

[hecateslore]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiii! Too many i, I don't know if you are taking requests but if you are, how would Nova react if Simon has said something offensive against her. The context is that perhaps Nova doesn't do the dishes immediately and Simon comes back seeing it undone and on her phone, and gets irritated and says some things. Then he like thinks over apologizes after a few hours. Thank you!

this would be so perfect if Simon didn’t spoil her rotten, like plz don’t yell at his baby, and he won’t yell at her (unless she does something that risks her life, or could put her in danger, he’s a worry wart when it comes to his children. He can’t help it.)

But anyway, it was Thursday afternoon, Nova wanted a day off of school and Simon agreed, only that she would do the dishes and clean her bathroom. Which didn’t seem like a problem to her until she slept in til about 9 and it threw her day off.

You’re a stay at home mom, you take care of everything at home, and now that nova’s 17 and the boys are 15, it’s fun having a kid or two around. So you and Nova lounged around. Watching movies, eating snacks, you took a couple naps here and there, that’s when Simon comes back from his job.

Dishes still in the sink, Nova’s bathroom still a mess. Simon scanned the kitchen and could hear your laugh coming from the living room.

“Novalynn.” He shouted, and the laughter stopped, you look over to see her face pale, and her brown eyes wide with guilt.

“Yeah Dad?” She asked, playing obvious, “come in here please,” he shouted from the kitchen. Nova got up making her way to where her dad was standing, “yeah, dad?”

“Is your bathroom clean?” he asked immediately, “I was doing it-“ He cut her off, “Yes or no?” She paused for a moment. “It’s a simple question.” He crossed his arms.

“No.” She muttered. “Go clean your bathroom, now.” He scolded, and she scurried up the steps to go clean her restroom. Simon walked into the living room, “Was she just laying around all day?” He asks you, and you very confused answer him, “we were in here.” Not aware of the list Simon had gave her today.

“She was supposed to clean today you know that, right?” Simon informed you. You make an “oh” face, and get back to whatever it is that you’re doing while Simon goes to walk up the stairs.

When he gets to the second floor, Nova had her headphones in while she scrubbed the bathrooms sink, Simon point to her ears, “why’d you lie to your mom?” He accuses, so easily. “I didn’t!” Your daughter quick to defend herself, “I just forgot about what you told me.” She finished.

“I didn’t ask you that, I asked why you lied to your mom.” He reiterated, “Dad I didn’t lie to her, I just forgot.” She admits, which the poor thing did.

“When you’re done here, you clean those dishes in the sink.” He demanded, “I heard you the first time.” She rolled her eyes. “Pardon?” Simon snaps his head to look at her, “I said, okay.” She huffed.

She goes to put her headphones back in but Simon stop her, “give those to me,”

“Why?” She whined, “that’s the reason you don’t get anything done.” He pointed, taking her phone and headphones wrapping the cord around her phone. “No music, no tv, you scrub.”

“Fine.”

When she finishes the dishes and Simon checks four times straight making sure she didn’t throw any forks away or that she didn’t shove all of her toiletries under the sinks cabinet, he “dismissed” her sending her to her room with her phone and no headphones.

When you came back home from picking up the boys, you all noticed the house was a little bit too quiet, the regular chatter boxes, weren’t chattering.

“What’s the matter?” You ask walking into the living room seeing a very upset Novalynn scrolling through YouTube on the tv. “It’s nothing,” She mumbled, eyes still on the tv. “The kitchen looks beautiful!” You tried to cheer her up.

“Thanks.” She brushes your compliment off. You raise a brow and notice Simon isn’t anywhere down here, usually he’s in the kitchen going through the pantry.

You go up the stairs and see Simon sitting in the loft, “Why’s Nova mad?” You asked, both of them reacting the same exact way, “don’t know,” he shrugs, watching a chef make Wendy’s, gourmet. “She cleaned the kitchen.” You added.

“Great for Novalynn.” He said not paying attention to you, “What’d you say to her?” You raise a brow, “I didn’t say anything.” He said. “Simon, she only acts this way when you and her are mad at each other , what happened?” You press.

“She didn’t want to take care of her responsibilities so I took her headphones, simple.” He shut his phone off and looked up at you, “you know she gets A’s in every single class, it’s not the end of the world if she doesn’t do ever single thing you ask her too.” You point. “She’s getting to the age-

You cut him off, “there is no age! our daughter is a good girl, Simon. She forgot, that happens sometimes.” You state the obvious.

You go back downstairs and Simon still stays up there, Nova was sitting with her brothers in the living room watching a true crime podcast.

Simon eventually comes down and plops himself on the couch right next to Nova. “What are you watching?” He asks, looking at her side profile. “ a show.” She says plainly. “What kind of show?”

“The cleaning show.” She bites, and Simon snorts. “Sorry I took your headphones.”

“Sorry I forgot.” She shrugged . “Be serious, Nova.” He said, she lets out a huff, “I’m sorry bug, I was annoyed at work and I brought it home.” He admitted. “It’s fine.” She sighs

And still doesn’t talk to him for two days because she’s literally a spawn of Simon.

#lunden’s response ❀— #papa!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghost riley

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY'S UPCOMING POST.

REWIND PREVIEW.

Seungmin x reader x Hyunjin. (s,a)

Synopsis: As a part of a research team that works on a memory-erasing machine, you work alongside the professor whom you greatly admire and a computer geek who relentlessly flirts with you. But the one that you want is the one that you can't have.

Preview under the cut!

...

Noticing that the meeting has come to a final decision, you stop talking and fix your sitting position. You watch as the board members take votes on whether Seungmin can continue with the test or not and all hands are raised in favor of Seungmin.

"With all members approving the selected test subject, Professor Seungmin is allowed to continue with the procedure that will be held on the agreed upon time and place," the board leader announces.

Even in his triumphant moment, Seungmin remains calm and still, you can't remember the last time he smiled, even out of courtesy. Ha he always been like this? Honestly, you can’t remember.

"The board members will watch closely the process, before and after the test. We also demand follow-ups and thorough datas on every detail of the test," they warn once again even though it's not the first time Seungmin has run the test.

Everyone scatters around once the meeting has finished, you wait outside of the meeting room knowing that Seungmin will likely stay to chat with the other professors. Rina is still here as well, holding her tablet close to her chest and not-so-subtly staring at Hyunjin

"You should ask her out," you mutter at Hyunjin, subtly hinting the subject of the talk with your eyes.

Hyunjin doesn't even look up from his phone when he flat-out rejects the idea, "No, thank you."

"Why not? She's pretty and she's your age," you point out all of the obvious facts why he should be seducing her, not you who's a couple of years older than him and not having a shiny, healthy hair.

Hyunjin lets out a scoff, then shoves his phone into the pocket of his hoodie, "You're prettier and older," he says with a sly smile plastered on his face.

Whether he tries to compliment you or try to offend you, you feel like you need to check if there's something wrong with him. You poke his side with your pen and he yelps in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" He sharply gasps.

"You are what's wrong," you answer, poking him on the other side this time.

He laughs and leans against the wall facing you, slightly slouching so he can be on the same eye level with you. "Dating older women is hot, you know," he coyly remarks.

You give him a repulsed glare at his words, shaking your head as you look away from him.

"And you're hot so dating you would be ticking two boxes at once," he adds with his sly smile growing wider on his angular face.

Besides your actual job, you have to deal with this 5'10" man bursting with youthful charm and testosterone, you wouldn't complain if you get double paychecks for it. You aim his stomach next and poke him with your pen again, hoping a little violence would put some sense into his small head.

"One more test, huh?" Professor Hale says, patting Seungmin's shoulder as they walk out of the meeting room.

It feels like your body is accustomed to getting on your perfect posture whenever Seungmin walks into your radar, you stop moving altogether and stand up straighter.

"I'll see everyone on Friday!" Professor Hale says one last time, he also smiles at you and Hyunjin before turning to leave.

Now that the team has earned the green light, everyone is going to get busier to prepare everything. Seungmin lists the things he wants you to do as he walks back to C building and you jot down everything on your notebook. He stops by the main lab and gets Hyunjin on the job, ordering him to run a diagnostic test on the MNE-Machine, checking for any issues.

It's one of those times when you can see how passionate Seungmin is about his work.

He's the reason why you applied for the job, not only because you can work directly with him but also because you admire him, his brilliance, his work ethic, and most of all, him as a person.

There are so many things you learned from working for him for the last three years and your admiration toward him only grows bigger with time. And out of that admiration, something else grows, something that makes you excited to go to work, makes you happy at the sight of him and wanting to always be close to him.

Sensing that someone is watching him, Seungmin turns around to find you still standing there, "Don't you have things to do?"

You gulp air before asking, "Uhm.. Professor?"

He starts walking with his hands shoved inside his lab coat pockets, "Yes?"

You half jog to keep up with his wide strides, "Professor Hale said one more test and I thought we're only on our fourth test?"

You wait for his answer while quietly admiring his wide shoulders from the back while struggling to keep up with his fast walks.

All of a sudden, he turns on his feet and then he looks at you, the eye contact doesn't last longer than a second until he looks away, "Notify the test subject first and make sure they make the time for the interview tomorrow!" He orders instead of answering your question.

"Will do, Professor," you respond.

You manage to finish a few things before it's time to go home, the rest on the to-do list are meant to be done tomorrow though. As you're about to get your coat, Seungmin walks out of his office and swings his briefcase on his side.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says without looking at you.

"Have a great—" You don't even get to finish your sentence as he disappears into the elevator.

Only a dozen people are working in the C building and there are only five people working directly with Seungmin. Professor Lee who worked together on MNE-Machine with Seungmin is being called to give lectures out of the country and taking his assistant with him, so that leaves you and Hyunjin. The rest of the employees are working maintenance on the lower level of the building, you only meet them when you either enter or leave the building.

"Are you sure you don't want to grab drinks with me?" Hyunjin asks, unlocking his car but not getting in yet.

You toss your bag onto the passenger's seat before getting inside your car. It's actually tempting to say yes, you could use it to blow some steam off to prepare you for the busy days ahead.

But you don't want to give Hyunjin the satisfaction. No, not yet.

"No," you answer with a playful smile.

Hyunjin tosses his backpack inside and comes up to your car, he bends down to look at you through your rolled-down window.

"Come on. It'll be fun," he persuades with a smile that is mischievous and seductive at once. You bet this is how he puts anyone under his spell.

You turn your head at him and smile, "You know what would be fun?"

He tips his head to the side and asks, "What?"

"Me running you over with my car," you jokingly say as you turn on the car engine.

“Ooo… feisty,” Hyunjin hisses then slowly, he steps away from your car.

That's how most of your days usually went, dealing with two men who are the opposite of each other. One gives you not enough attention and the other gives you way too much. One is cold and nonchalant, the other one is warm and attentive.

Sadly, the one that you want is the one that you can't have.

...

Full fic will be posted tomorrow!

#stray kids smut #skz smut #seospicy upcoming post

[thefrontofmymind]

Make Me Up (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader)

a/n: hiya! hope you guys enjoy! as always any feedback is greatly appreciated, kisses!

SYNOPSIS: It's early on in your relationship with Eddie, he doesn't quite know the ins and outs of everything you do yet, and you'd like to keep it that way.

WARNINGS: reader is pretty insecure, panic attack, and comfort because of said panic attack. otherwise, pure fluff!

You didn’t realise just how late you were running. Normally you were so on the ball with these things–if you so happened to spend the night at Eddie’s, you’d always wake up early enough to head back to your own place to get ready before heading to work.

You were still in the early stages of your relationship with Eddie–the honeymoon phase, also known as the ‘you don’t need to know all the steps it takes for me to look even a little bit presentable yet’ phase. You were a little self-conscious about it all–you knew that a lot of guys like natural girls who wore little-to-no makeup and woke up with perfect hair and no morning breath–and you were still determined to convince Eddie that you could be one of those girls. 

But this morning, you somehow slept in–there was a power outage the night before in Eddie’s trailer that set all the clocks and alarms back, so it didn’t go off when you’d set it to. You only realised as you shot up at approximately 10 o’clock in the morning–hours after your shift was due to start–and began rushing around Eddie’s cluttered trailer to get ready.

Your outfit from the day before would just have to do–sure your boss would be mad you weren’t in your regular waitressing uniform, but she’d surely rather you be there in the wrong outfit than not there at all. Your hair was a mess, there was no saving it, so you decided just to pull it back off your face and try not to think about it too much.

You were lucky you took a leaf out of the Boy Scouts’ book–be prepared–you always had a small emergency makeup kit in your car, everything from a smaller bottle of your usual foundation, to a couple choices of eyeshadow looks, as well as at least 3 different colours of lipsticks that could be worn for any occasion.

You felt nervous as you set up in Eddie’s bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror with cosmetics spread over the small sink area below it. You really didn’t want Eddie seeing you go through the process, you’d shut the door as he sat down to eat some breakfast–a toaster waffle, but at least you’d convinced him to eat something, even if it was just a distraction to keep him busy while you preened yourself.

You made quick work of washing your face first and slathering on the first lotion you could find in the Munson bathroom, then you began applying and blending. You were so focussed on getting the job done, as quick as possible while still having a more-than-mediocre end result, you didn’t hear Eddie’s footsteps get closer and closer to the bathroom, and you didn’t notice the bathroom door opening. It wasn’t until Eddie spoke, causing you to jump, that you were made aware of his presence.

“What does that do?” he asked, receiving a small yelp of surprise in response from you.

You didn’t quite know what to do, you tried to act as natural and calmly as possible, continuing on with your routine. “It’s powder, so that my foundation doesn’t move around my face during the day,” you said with an even tone, using the powder puff to set underneath your eyes. Eddie simply let out an interested ‘hmm’, and he stayed watching you, leaning on the doorframe of the small, cramped bathroom.

You didn’t want to tell him his presence was making you feel suffocated, you didn’t want him to know that you were secretly scared of him knowing what you were really like in the morning, not just yet, you were too happy, still.

You tried to shove all your run-away thoughts into a box in your mind, you had a job to do–a job so you could get to your actual job. You moved onto carving out your eyelid crease with a cool brown eyeshadow. Your vision went blurry as you moved the brush along your crease, though you could still see the boy with messy bedhead watching out the corner of your eye.

His expression was intriguing to you–wide eyes and chewing on his lip. You tried to read what he was thinking, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, and that only made you more nervous. You were beginning to draw short breaths, and your hands began to go numb as they hovered over the sink, unsure of what to grab next. 

Your vision began to blur, this time from the glaze over your eyes–you were quickly becoming overwhelmed and you didn’t know how to stop the inevitable panic that was washing over you.

You didn’t notice yourself pull back from the basin, setting yourself on top of the closed toilet seat as your legs began to wobble underneath your shaking body, which was quickly being overtaken by shortened, laboured gasps. Eddie quickly rushed to crouch in front of you, grabbing both of your shaking hands and worriedly asking you what was wrong.

When you tried to answer, no words could come out, only the tears that were on the verge finally spilled down your face. Eddie readjusted his technique.

“Just breath, baby,” he said in a calm, steady voice. “Here breathe with me. In, and out, in, and out.”

You followed his breaths, and wiped your face with a bit of toilet paper that he’d handed you. Once you’d finally managed to get your breathing in check, and you felt grounded again, Eddie asked again. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You thought silently, for a moment, just staring at your hands, which were enveloped in his. You let out a sigh, trying to muster up the courage to actually be honest with the man in front of you. “I just…” you wiggled where you sat, not sure how to get the words out. “I’ve never….done my makeup in front of you and I didn’t want you to have to see all the stuff I have to put on…”

Eddie let out a small chuckle and your heart sank, but then he spoke. “Oh honey, do you really think I care about what makeup you wear? I think you’re beautiful no matter what you do to that face of yours.” He placed a kiss on each of your cheeks, which made you smile. “I think you’re beautiful when you go off to work all done up, and when you’ve just woken up and you have crusty eyes and your hair is all everywhere, and any other way you’ll let me have you. Because you’re you, and…I really like you.”

His words went right to your heart, and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as he pulled you into his chest for a long, tight hug.

“What do you say you call your boss and say you’re sick, and we spend the day in bed watching movies? I’ll even let you pick?” he proposed–you nodded, fervently.

And so, you spent the day in Eddie’s bed–face clean and slathered in whatever lotion he had laying around–for what purposes, you didn’t need to know.

It was a turning point in your relationship with Eddie. You finally felt like he was your partner, and not just some guy you were seeing, and it filled you with butterflies like you were a little girl with a school crush.

By the early afternoon, you and Eddie were beginning to grow bored–you’d already watched Eddie’s new tape of The Labyrinth, AND your favourite, Lord of the Rings. You both couldn’t decide on another movie, so you’d resigned to just laying in Eddie’s bed, flicking through whatever magazines he had laying around, while he fiddled with his acoustic guitar–not playing anything in particular, moreso just experimenting.

“Hey, do you wanna do something?” Eddie asked, excitedly, putting down the guitar a little less gently than he maybe should have. You simply raised an eyebrow at him in response. “Well since you have all your makeup here still, you want a model to practice on?”

He placed his hands under his chin and batted his eyelashes, with his regular winning smile trying to entice you. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun! You can make me look like Bowie or something!” he continued, wriggling closer to you and sliding his hand up your bare thigh, until he reached the hem of your–his–shirt, which in all honesty, seemed more like a dress on you, which is why you’d forgone bottoms to go with it.

You feigned thinking for a second, before letting out an exaggerated “fine!”.

You quickly got to work, directing Eddie to sit upright on his bed and pushed his mane behind his shoulders so it wouldn’t be in the way. He sat so still, you don’t think he moved even an inch as you carefully applied foundation, blush, bronzer, and everything else on top–he simply sat with his eyes closed and a small smirk on his face, he enjoyed seeing you happy, especially after the tumultuous morning you had.

He had a little trouble with you applying mascara, everytime you’d approach his now open eye with the wand, he’d flinch and pull away.

“C’mon, baby! You almost made me smudge it all over you!” you said after the fourth attempt.

“I’m sorry! It’s just scary when you have a random thing flying at your eye!” he joked. “How about I do it and you just tell me how to do it?”

“Okay,” You handed him the wand and a mirror. “It’s just like brushing hair, just do one swoop and then we’ll see if you need another layer.”

It almost didn’t go absolutely, horribly wrong. Somehow, Eddie managed to get mascara in his eye–which caused a mess of black tears to spill down one side of his face. He was speechless as he watched it, just looking at you with a panicked face as you quickly grabbed a tissue to catch the stained tears and try to save what you could of the eye makeup.

With a little smudging and reapplication, you’d managed to fix the mess caused by the boy. You weren’t mad or upset–Eddie was worried you were–you couldn’t help but laugh at him and his panicked antics and incessant apologies. In a matter of minutes, you’d applied a light layer of red to his lips and blotted it with a tissue.

You’d made sure Eddie couldn’t take a peek at the final look until you were completely finished, and he was itching to see it–the sneaky look he got during the great mascara incident of 1986 wasn’t enough to cut it.

“Okay! Keep your eyes closed!” You were directing a blind Eddie to his bathroom so he could see your handiwork in the biggest mirror in the house.

“They are!” he replied as you finally got to your destination, making sure it was bright enough so Eddie could see, but still dim enough that he wouldn’t notice your mistakes–or misadventures, as you called them.

“Okay….Open!”

Eddie opened his eyes and smiled instantly. “Baby! I look so cool!” he laughed, giving you a hug. “I look like Paul Stanley or Gene Simmons or something!”

“You like it?” you asked with a smile.

“I love it!” Eddie exclaimed, placing a kiss to the top of your head as he pulled you into the side of him, under his armpit.

“Thank you,” you said with the utmost sincerity and the strongest eye contact known to man. “For today, I mean.”

“Anytime, doll.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic

[palestaticexchange]

IT TAKES A VILLAGE

"What's that?"

Your brother holds something small and shiny. His eyes glint like the thing in his hand does when he looks at you. "Go inside!" He says. The other one giggles.

"Show me! You have something!" You stumble to where they're crouched in the sand.

"Go away, Lily!" He's pouting now.

"This is our thing," the other one says. "We found it out there!" A wild finger swings towards the mound out in the sea.

The waves push back and forth over the sand. It's like a game: they want to pull you close then shove you away again. You shiver every time you look over them. "You can't go there..."

"W- Why did you tell her?"

You stamp a foot to catch the boys' attention. "You can't go out there! It's dangerous! Mom said!"

"Go away, Lily!" Your brother who holds the shiny thing stamps back. "This is why you can't play with us! You ruin everything!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"N- No I don't!" Your lip wobbles, nose already growing thick with snot.

You other brother giggles as he replies in perfect chorus with his twin; "Yes! You! *DO*!"

It's too much. You squeal once then run crying back home. Your wails bob in pitch each time your little feet pound against the sand.

"Oh?" You can't see through your tears but hear the old lady call out to you as you pass her. "What's wrong, dear? Come talk to Isobel!"

You don't stop, just pound up the wooden slats and into your home. Your little paws grip the edge of the sofa and hoist you up. Then you curl up in the corner and wipe your snotty face against the woollen throw. Crying, wailing, wiping. You blow thick sneezes against the ratty blanket that smells of the sea and wood smoke. 

Outside you hear the rumbling of adult voices, a moment later the door creaks open once again. "-Don't know, she just ran right past me."

"Right," Mom's voice. "What's all this crying for, girl?"

You raise your wobbly face from the blanket. Through your tears you spot the blue and yellow form of your mother and reach out for her. The sofa sinks next to you, sending your little body into her as she scoops you onto her lap.

"Hmm? Are we being silly?" 

You wail against her chest as she cuddles you, one hand stroking through your hair. "T- they, w- why?" Your little fists twist into the front of her coat, the nylon making sweet swishes against your short nails. "W- why w- won't they l- let me p- p- pla- pluh- *PLAY* w- w- with t- theee~!" It's too much again. You grind your snotty face against your mother as she coos softly.

"Ah. This is about the twins again." 

You nod, sniffing. 

"Hmm," The hand on your back starts petting it affectionately. "Boys are like this I'm afraid, little one. By the time they'll *want* to play with you the game won't be in your favour." 

You sniffle. You're not sure what mom means, but it doesn't sound fair. "But I want to play! I want to g- go on ah- ahd- ahd-ven-tures too!"

As you squeak out your new favourite *big* word your mom pauses in her stroking. She never shouts, or leaves you on your own for more than half a day, but she can get quiet. Then she runs her hand down your back again- slower this time. "Is that what you want? Or do you just want to be included?"

You unburrow your face from her chest and look up at her. She stops petting your hair and lifts the blanket, dabbing at your eyes then closing it around your nose. You blow into it.

"My special girl." As she pulls the wool away from your face you can see she's smiling down at you. "Do you want something all of your own?"

You gawk up at your mother before nodding quick. 

You feel a puff of air hit your face as she laughs through her nose. Then she's lifting you off her lap and placing you on the sofa. "Let the boys keep their silly games." She stands and walks to the high shelves above the fireplace, standing tall and lifting a paper box down. "Mom's going to introduce you to a very special old friend of hers." You see a flash of something white, then she's holding it behind her back with one hand and replacing the box with her other. She walks back to the sofa and drops to a crouch in front of you. "He's been *my* friend since I was your age... But I think you need him more than I do now, pet." 

You gasp as she pulls the doll from behind her back. "Woah~!" You forget your brothers and their adventures and their games. In front of you is the scrappy off-white body of a toy, an animal you recognise from one of your worn picture books. "A baa-lamb!" 

Your mother's face scrunches as she smiles. "Well done little one." She turns the old thing over, she seems suddenly... Not sure. "I called him 'Lamby' but I suppose you could call him something else if you liked..." The smile returns as if nothing had happened, then she's holding him out to you. 

You draw in breath and take the toy, his black button eyes already filled with love for you. "Lamby..." You whisper, stroking along his wool.

As you stroke your new friend you feel your mother's hand return to your hair, stroking you in time. "I just know you'll take *good* care of each other. Like he took good care of me." 

You will take good care of me, won't you Little Lily? He says. I've had a long life, but I will be your friend for as long as you'll be mine. 

You release a peel of giggles and kick your little legs. You pull the toy tight against your chest, liking the soft scratch of his wool against your still-damp cheek. Like the rest of the house he smells of salt, smoke, and seaweed. A moment later, you hear the creek of the door.

"Here comes trouble," your mother sighs. 

From just outside you hear the old lady urging the boys up the steps. Then one of the twins comes into view with eyes like saucers. 

Elder by 36 minutes. He plucked the metal shell from the sand. You look down at Lamby, not understanding what he means, then up again as your brother starts to talk.

"M'sorry Lily..." He mutters, shuffling awkwardly. 

"Now your turn," Isobel urges from the doorway. Her hand rests on your other twin's shoulder as he turns shyly against her side. 

"M'sorry..." He says quietly.

Mom gives the old lady a quick smile, then bends down to level with your brothers. "I have told you before to be kind to your sister-"

"Whas that!" The older one hops, pointing at Lamby." 

You're a big girl. The stitching of Lamby's mouth is faded but you can tell it used to be pink. Let it go. You need them and they need you. You *all* need each other.

You take a deep breath and puff out your chest, holding Lamby in your lap. "His name is Lamby and he is my friend. You can k- keep your games and metal shells." You lift your chin like a big girl would.

Your older twin cocks his head, the one in the doorway pulls his fingers from his mouth to smile. 

"There's my good girl," your mom says with a smile. 

#pale static lore #disco elysium #lilienne carter #little lily #lamby #lilienne the net picker #lilienne's twins #pale static exchange

[theglitterypages]

An Inconvenient Attachment Chapter One

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugi x f! Reader

Masterlist

Prologue <<<—>>>> Next Chapter

The first week as the new President and Vice President was the toughest for you and Katsuki. You both have to be used to how things work in the Student Council's office and at the same time, pay attention to your classes.

Bakugo was busy reading the paperworks that Mirio passed onto him, while you are busy organizing the announcement to be passed to the other officers on your meeting later.

You were dragged by Bakugo in the office to help him and it's almost lunch time and you're terribly hungry. You kept on glancing at him to see if he's near done with his work but he's still too busy cussing as he grumbles that he didn't know he sign up for this hell.

You decided to focus on your work more but Katsuki managed to notice that you seems uneasy, he observed you from his peripheral view when he noticed the wall clock behind you.

It's already passed lunch! And you both have classes 30 minutes from now. He stood up from his chair with a deep sigh, moved towards you and picked up his bag. You just sat there waiting for him to say that it's lunch break but before you could even ask him, a blue lunch box appeared in your sight.

Katsuki raised his brows when you looked at him dumbfounded. "Are you gonna have those papers for lunch or you want some real food?" He asked as he placed the lunch box in front of you before he took the seat beside you, taking out another lunch box from his bag.

"I-Is this for me?"

"I'm sure as hell it isn't for these bunch of papers. I doubt they have any means to consume the food I cooked but if you'd like to try and feed them go on."

You balled your hands into fist and prepare yourself to smack him but he looked up at you and held your wrist. "We only have at least 30 minutes, if you want to go to our next class with an empty stomach go on and let's see who'll suffer." He said grumpily before letting go of your wrist and started digging into his food.

You opened the lunch box he gave you and you had to stop yourself from gasping, you didn't know Katsuki Bakugo can cook decent food and when.

"Thanks for the food."

Bakugo watched you eat the food he prepared as he eats his own. He thanked God that he prepare two lunch boxes for today. He already anticipated that the two of you would have it rough these days, even him, he finds it hard to adust to his new schedule. Usually, he'll spend his vacants sleeping or advanced reading but now he has to do some work even in his vacant.

Bakugo finished his food first, he took the papers you've been working on and you stopped him, "I'm not yet finished." You told him and he shook his head, "Finish the damn food." He says before he took the papers on his desk.

"But—"

"Can you shut up for a second and just eat?"

Bakugo knew what kind of person you are, hell you've known each other since elementary and you haven't change a bit. You always push yourself hard in everything you do, you've always been "Little Miss Perfect" and as much as it's a good thing to be efficient and great in everything that you do, Katsuki doesn't like overworking.

"That's mean, you know." You grumbled with a pout, you started digging into your food again and Bakugo didn't say a word anymore. He just started cleaning the room and wait for you to finish your food.

After you finished, you clean up after yourself. "Thanks for the lunch, I'll give you the lunch box after I wash it." Bakugo who's good to leave the room shook his head and took it from you, "Nah. I need it tomorrow." After shoving it inside his bag, he pulled you with him and he locked the office before you two made your way back to your next class.

#bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x yn #bakugo x y/n #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki fluff #bakugo fluff #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugou x female reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki fluff #bakugo fic #katsuki bakugo fic #mha fic #bnha fic

[wonderlandleighleigh]

First Valentines, and Midge wants to make it perfect

She drops the kids off in Queen, makes an elaborate dinner, makes sure the gift she bought is at the ready, and smooths out the very lacy lingerie she bought for that night.

Midge takes a deep breath, satisfied that everything is perfect.

It's perfect.

It has to be, because -

Because if it's not, then Lenny might leave like Joel left.

Yes, she's aware that is crazy logic, but she still just...

Needs this to be perfect.

He arrives on time, brushing snow from his shoulders. "Smells great in here," he says, holding up some flowers. "They're a little chilly from the snow, but..."

Midge beams and takes them. "Thank you."

He shoves his hands into his pockets and takes a breath. "You look nice."

"It's Valentine's Day," Midge grins, swishing the skirt of her pink dress.

"Right."

"Hungry?"

"Sure."

She leads him into the kitchen and lights a couple of candles before serving up the food.

Lenny frowns, tilting his head. "Midge."

"Yeah."

"I uh...it's not that I don't appreciate all of this trouble," he says carefully. "But we could have gone out, or..."

"I cooked."

"I know."

"It's Valentine's Day."

"You said."

She tenses up, staring at him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," he says quickly. "No, but you seem very tense right now, and I don't know why."

She stops, staring at him.

Lenny sighs softly and takes her hand, gently tugging her close, wrapping his arms around her waist gently. "I know that it's Valentine's Day - our first one together, and you want it to be special. But if I'm reading the room correctly - and I am very good at reading a room - I think perhaps you put a little too much pressure on yourself to make this perfect."

Midge closes her eyes and sighs.

"I think maybe I am right," Lenny says softly.

"Valentine's Day is important," Midge shrugs. "It's the love holiday. It's-"

"Just another day," he tells her. "It's just another day, because I'm in love with you every day. So it's not different."

She stares at him, her eyes wide with emotional.

Lenny rubs her sides soothingly. "You want to watch television while we eat?"

Midge takes a breath and looks down at the table before looking back at him and nodding.

*****

They watch the Tonight Show and eat on TV trays, and Midge curls in against him, shoes off, holding onto him tightly after she finishes.

"God you can cook," Lenny mutters, pulling her closer after he finishes as well.

"Well, I'm glad it didn't disappoint."

"You never do," he grins, kissing her softly. "And I know I said that today is pretty much like every other day, but I did do my boyfriendly duty and get you a gift."

Midge sits up, lifting an eyebrow. "Did you?"

He nods and tugs on the suit jacket he'd shifted out of to eat, pulling a long jewelry box out of it and waving it.

"I got you something, too," Midge tells him, hopping up to get the gift.

"God you didn't immediately go for the jewelry you must have been feeling tense tonight," Lenny jokes as she comes back with an envelope.

They trade gifts and Midge waits for him to open his before she opens her, watching his eyes go wide.

"Midge."

"Yeah."

"Midge, you didn't."

"I did."

"You got me- fuck, you got me Duke Ellington tickets?"

She doesn't get a chance to tell him that yes, she did, because he's tugging her into an enthusiastic kiss, the envelope still gripped in one hand.

Midge squeaks, but kisses him back, before giggling. "I thought you'd like it."

"Like it. Shit, best gift ever." He kisses her again and looks back down at the tickets before looking at her. "You haven't opened yours yet."

She shakes her head out and smiles, turning her attention to the box. "Right." She opens it slowly on a necklace. There's a pink stone at the center of a gold setting on a gold chain. She smiles slowly. "Lenny..."

"The lady at the store called it strawberry quartz or something-or-other," he explains. "It made me think of you."

Midge leans in and kisses him softly. "Thank you. I love it."

He grins and kisses her again.

Which has the two of them stumbling towards her bedroom where the forgotten lingerie is still set out on her bed, and when Lenny sees it, he stops kissing her.

"Wow. One of the ladies from the Wolford staying with you?" he jokes, giving her a sideways glance.

Midge opens her mouth and then closes it.

"This was for me," he says quietly.

She nods, for once unable to find the words.

"That is very thoughtful," Lenny tells her, holding her closer. "But entirely unnecessary."

"I just-" she swallows and pulls away, picking up the lingerie and putting it away quickly. "You know that feeling like one night could make or break things?"

"Yes," Lenny nods. "Career-wise, I have had that feeling."

Midge takes a breath and turns to him, shrugging her shoulders. "That's what tonight felt like, and I didn't want to fuck it up so I went all out and I-"

"Midge."

"I know! I know it's stupid!"

"It's not."

"It is. You think it is."

"I think you worried for nothing," he tells her gently. "And I wish you would have talked to me before now."

She closes her eyes. "You know, my last Valentine's Day with Joel? Esther was less than a month old, and we spent it at home with the kids. He went out and got us Chinese food, and we...watched television and we put the kids down and then went to bed."

"Because you were less than a month out from giving birth, you were probably exhausted and still healing," Lenny points out, his expression serious now.

"And then seven months later he left," Midge finishes. "And I think I just-in my head I thought if I could stick the landing on this with you, then this would last."

"It'll last because we want it to," Lenny tells her. "I want it to."

"So do I," she insists. "And so I cooked dinner and broke out the nice candles and bought - insane underwear-"

"It's not that it isn't thoughtful," Lenny assures her. "The underwear is a nice touch, but I'm partial to taking off your dress and corset."

"And I know that!" She sighs softly. "Maybe we should call it a night."

Lenny nods slowly and loosens his tie.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling it a night," he tells her. "You're tired, so let's just get some sleep."

"You're not leaving?"

"Why would I leave?"

Midge huffs out a breath and rushes to him, pulling him into a desperate kiss, undoing his tie the rest of the way.

"You're giving very mixed signals," he murmurs against her lips.

"Shut up and get in my bed."

*****

She clings to him after, her head resting on his chest as he strokes her hair gently.

"I kind of wish you had forgotten Valentine's Day," he tells her.

"What?" she asks, laughing a little.

"Then I could have surprised you," he grins. "Flowers and champagne and some crazy fancy dinner. Dancing."

Midge thinks that over. How nice that would feel. How loved she already feels by this man. She holds him tighter. "Maybe I'll forget next year."

He kisses the side of her head. "Good. Do that."

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny

[mavkasilas]

Invitations. (pt.2)

Oliver is a little bit nervous waiting outside a pub, with hands holding two boxes of popcorn and a mysterious bag hanging on his arm. He keeps looking left and right to make sure he can spot Percy on time, in case that ginger boy gets lost in the crowd.

"Hey! Percy!"

Finally, Percy is now standing beside him after a long wait.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's ok, the show hasn't started yet. You hungry? I bought some popcorn, you want some?"

Oliver shoves a box of popcorn that is still warm to Percy. He knows this boy very well, so that's why he bought some food for him. Whenever Percy is in a rush, he will always forget to eat some, and then end up having a stomachache.

"Thanks."

In fact, Percy does feel hungry. He hasn't eaten since lunch, now is almost evening and his stomach is having a big protest.

"What's that?"

Percy noticed the bag hanging on Oliver's right arm. It's all black, looks ordinary but also mysterious.

"You mean this? Ah, hmm... it's nothing."

"Really???"

Luckily, the announcement from the show saves Oliver from the situation. He quickly holds Percy's hand and walks into the stadium just to find perfect seats with wonderful views of the fireworks show, while distracting Percy by keeping an eye on the bag hanging on his arm.

As soon as the show starts with the Weasley twins' gorgeous and spectacular specialized firecrackers, the atmosphere in the stadium hits the climax.

This is the first time Percy joining such a huge and enthusiastic event, everything is a little bit overwhelming to him. The noise, the smell and the bright lights make him feel slightly uncomfortable. He tried his best to hide it because he didn't want to ruin Oliver's mood.

He seems to enjoy the show very much.

This makes Percy feels happy too. He never put an eye on the blooming fireworks in the sky, but focuses on Oliver's eye. They look so bright and cheerful.

Then, the next second before Oliver turns his head to him, Percy moves away. Almost gets caught staring into someone's face until he loses track of time, what an embarrassing action.

"PERCY?"

"WHAT?"

"ARE YOU COLD?"

"HUH? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!"

"I SAID---"

Another huge firecracker cut off Oliver's words. Both of them shout to each other in the crowd so that they can communicate, although it's exhausting they feel awkwardly happy.

Oliver puts his hand behind Percy's back and leans into his ear so that he can make sure Percy can listen to every word clearly from him.

"I said, are you cold?"

The warmth of Oliver's breath makes Percy's brain goes blank. He couldn't think, couldn't move and couldn't talk, just sits still on his seat like a puppet.

Without any reason, Percy nods his head. He doesn't know what that means, just making moves out of his instinct.

The next second after Percy nod his head, he saw Oliver pulling out a sweater from nowhere.

"I KNEW IT, PUT IT ON THEN YOU'LL FEEL WARM!!"

Oliver looks so proud when he covers Percy with his Puddlemere's sweater.

"PERCY??!"

"WHAT!! STOP CALLING ME!"

"I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU, YOU SHOULD REALLY PAY ATTENTION TO THE FIREWORKS AND NOT TO MY FACE. I KNOW I'M REALLY THAT CHARMING, BUT I WANT YOU TO ENJOY THE SHOW!!!"

"I- I did not-!! WHO WANTS TO FOCUS ON YOUR UGLY FACE? NARCISSISTIC!"

That night after the show ends, no one knows what happens to Oliver's face. Seems like someone pinch his cheeks so hard that left a big mark on them.

But the boy looks very happy about it.

#perciver #oliver wood #percy weasley #percy x oliver #percy weasley x oliver wood #harry potter fandom #harry potter #percy #percy weasley and oliver wood is the greatest soulmates #percy weasley and oliver wood #percy weasley fic

[mugiwara-communications]

OP Characters as "Things in my Fridge"

To my mother, who doesn't read any of my work, I'm sorry I spent three hours with the fridge door open. I swear I was cleaning it out, but also just eating handfuls of cheese when you weren't looking.

:)

Monkey D. "Strawhat" Luffy: White people leftovers from dinner, porkchops with fried potatoes :)

"Pirate Hunter" Roronoa Zoro: Horrible roughly chopped green onions in a baggy shoved under a bag of cherry tomatoes. I don't remember cutting any onions recently, and I hate tomatoes.

"Cat Burglar" Nami: Cutie mandarines... cuz she's a cutie. She'd probably kill me because it's not a tangerine, but they aren't in season yet.

"God" Usopp: A five-pound bag of shredded colby jack cheese that I eat handfuls at a time.

"Black Leg" Sanji: My man is the whole fridge in this case, y'all, he's the anything and everything.

"Cotton Candy Lover" Tony Tony Chopper: 1/3 full can of 'Cotton Candy' flavored Bang. And yes that is actually in my fridge at this moment and not just picked out because they're both cotton candy.

"Devil Child" Nico Robin: Not in the fridge, but the hideous and beautiful drawing my niece did of me stuck to the door. It's my prized possession and I know Robin would keep all of Luffy's drawings.

"Iron Man" Franky: A single open can of faygo twist, and no it wasn't flat.

"Soul King" Brook: A pitcher of Sweet Tea! Freshly made!

"Knight of the Sea" Jinbe: The chuck of salmon I spent $25 on and get to dice up for my kitty later.

“Oni” Yamato: Chinese takeout that I don't remember buying, but will be eating later hell yeah.

"Surgeon of Death" Trafalgar Law: A near empty bottle of cold brew coffee. SToK brand because I'm not rich enough to buy starbucks.

"Captain" Eustass Kid: A random dirty/used knife, (not bloody.)

"Massacre Soldier" Killer: The birthday cake I found with the knife. And no, it hasn't been anyone's birthday recently, but that cake does say 'Happy Birthday' in blue icing.

"Red Flag" X Drake: A three-pound industrial container of melted chocolate I could use for ice cream, milkshakes, chocy milk, licking off his big sexy chest, and so much more.

"Big Eater" Jewelry Bonney: Frozen Totino's pizza rolls that my sister put in the wrong area again. Combination, but I don't care for the sausage.

"The Magician" Basil Hawkins: Bottle of ranch, nothing else. Not even spiced, magical ranch. Just plain, normal, 'good for salads and pizzas' ranch.

"Whitebeard" Edward Newgate: Okay, not 'in' my fridge, but I keep boxes of cereal on top and recently bought an off-brand called 'Bye-Os' indeed of 'Cheerios' and that is the perfect dad joke.

Marco "The Phoenix": A suspiciously perfect bag of grapes. Like delicious, juicy, tender, firm... grapes, yes, the grapes. Good grapes.

Portgas D. "Fire Fist" Ace: The butter I've also yelled at my sister not to put in the fridge so many times. It's the toast butter! It's got, like, crumbs in it, so it can't be used for much else!

Gol D. "Gold" Roger: You know those plastic, reusable ice cubes? I have 8 million of them little bitches, they leak like hell, and I know that he'd, proudly, be one of them.

Silvers "Dark King" Rayleigh: The cheap-ass bottle of 10% wine I sippy-sip when I'm saddy-sad. He could be something of higher quality if I could afford it.

"Red Hair" Shanks: Near empty bottle of ketchup I have to shake and beat on the counter to use. Most likely separated and gross, but give it a few shakes and it's usable again.

Buggy "The Clown": Call me white, but he's a good potato salad. AND WHEN DONE RIGHT, IT'S REAL GOOD. He's the comfort of potato, the crunch of pickle, and the miracle of miracle whip.

Dracule "Hawk Eyes” Mihawk: A bottle of apple juice that looks and smells like it's been fermenting for twenty years.

“Sir” Crocodile: Dill relish looking ass that is mostly juice instead of the pickles. However, usable in many dishes.

Boa “Pirate Empress” Hancock: My niece is just learning why some foods have to go in the fridge and will stick things in there when no one is looking to help, so Boa is the packet of double stuff oreos I have been looking for all day.

Donquixote Doflamingo “Joker”: Gross bitch can be my father's sour kraut for all I care, I don't eat it and I ain't touching this man with a ten-foot pole.

Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinate: Chocolate-covered strawberries in a bag that has been sitting next to a bag of raspberries, which now I can't eat either of them because I'm allergic.

"Revolutionary Chief of Staff" Sabo: Thirteen different miniature hot sauce bottles that came in a large kit, all different levels of spice and flavor... Go, white boy, go.

"Pirate Princess" Nefertari Vivi: Pretty spring fruit cocktail, with watermelon, cucumber, and cherries. I bought that bitch at public!

Bartolomeo "The Cannibal": A half-eaten watermelon that is mostly just the rind left.

"Ghost Princess" Perona: A brand new bottle of apple juice I just opened and won't let ferment!

#mugiwara-communications #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #op nami #op usopp #vinsmoke sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #op franky #op brook #op jinbe #op yamato #trafalgar d water law #eustass kid #op killer #x drake #whitebeard #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #gold roger #silvers rayleigh #red hair shanks #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #too many people just everyone okay?

[bi-bard]

Characters - Chuck Shurley Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Characters

Pairing: Chuck Shurley X Reader

Word Count: 955 words

Warning(s): violence, destruction

Summary: One of Chuck's most ambitious creations resurfaces to show his true nature.

Author's Note: Maybe one day I'll write a Chuck imagine that doesn't have an unhappy ending.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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You created the world; you create the rules.

One of the best lessons a writer could learn when forming their complex and intriguing plotlines.

Another lesson: Never create something that spirals out of your control.

One lesson was one that Chuck took to heart. The other was one that he seemed to forget.

I hadn't seen Earth up close in a long time.

I had spent years stuck in whatever little box Heaven had been told to put me in. Once they started running out of angels, I managed to make it out without anyone stopping me.

I never wanted to destroy the world.

I loved it.

I hated what Chuck had done to it.

He created an entire world in the hopes to force them to worship him. Then, he created me.

I was his equivalent of a love interest. All be it, a very unhealthy love interest. He had created me to see him as perfect. If the humans wouldn't worship and love him, then Chuck always had a fallback in me.

What is Chuck without the need to be worshipped?

He thought that creating an entire being would equal eternal love.

He was wrong.

Again, don't create something that spirals out of your control.

When I saw Earth and everything going wrong, I asked Chuck to help them. He shrugged me off, saying that this was for the best. I didn't believe him.

I tried to make things better. I helped where I could. All I wanted was for it to be better. I avoided Chuck at all costs in order to do that.

He realized that I wasn't going to blindly follow him anymore.

He wasn't happy with that.

That's how I originally ended up in the prison in Heaven.

Now, I was back on Earth.

I could've gone back to saving people. Helping them. But I learned that it never made a real difference. So, I had one more option. Force change to happen. Either through forcing Chuck to change it, or find someone to take his place and change it for him.

I started causing controlled destruction. No deaths. No one harmed. But big enough to catch God's attention.

Buildings collapsing, fires, storms. Anything that would catch the eye of the idiot who made the planet and abandoned it.

I was less than stunned when Sam and Dean found me. I knew their story. I knew what Chuck had originally planned for them. I had a plan for them too.

I anticipated their attack.

As soon as they broke into my small hideout, I used my power to shove them into the wall. They stared at me, weapons now down on the ground where they couldn't reach them.

"Sam and Dean," I said. "Never knew I'd get to meet you."

"You know us," Sam asked.

"God spoke of you both," I nodded. "You refer to him as Chuck."

"You know Chuck?"

"Chuck created me," I replied. "Granted that he created everything, but he made me in the image of his perfect partner."

"Why are you doing this," Dean jumped in. "All the chaos."

"Chuck doesn't answer his calls," I shrugged.

"You're risking innocent people," Sam said.

"No, I'm not," I shook my head. "I know that I'm not. I wouldn't allow that."

"What," they both furrowed their eyebrows.

"There's a reason none of the destruction has killed anyone," I explained, stepping closer to Sam. "I don't despise humanity. I despise how he's treated it."

"(Y/n)!"

I stood up and turned around. Chuck was standing across from me. I took a few steps away from the brothers. He mimicked me. We just stood across from each other. The brothers just watched us.

"You've got my attention," Chuck held his hands out to his sides.

"At long last," I replied. "Been a long time since I stopped being entertaining to you."

"Is that what this is about," he asked. "A break-up?"

"Are you forgetting that you locked me in Heaven for centuries?"

"You betrayed me-"

"I fought for the people you created," I snapped. "I saved them. You didn't like that."

"They're meant to face challenges," he scoffed. "We discussed that."

"Challenges, not mass destruction," I glared at him. "You just wanted something exciting to watch. Some fun side plots for your main event."

I nodded over at the brothers.

"Don't you dare," Chuck stepped forward. "You don't know what-"

"You're his favorite story," I said, looking at the brothers. "That's it."

"What," Dean asked.

"Don't," Chuck stepped forward again.

"You never questioned why the two of you faced bigger threats than other hunters," I asked. "Or why it was you two with the book series? You two as the great vessels? All you two are, are Chuck's favorite characters. And he killed everything you love to keep you there. Pieces on a chessboard for him to move around."

"Shut your mouth," Chuck snapped.

"I was the same thing once," I continued, turning back to Chuck. "He just used to screw me."

"You son of a bitch," Dean snapped, anger now turning to Chuck.

"You ruined everything," Chuck yelled at me.

"Call it an intervention," I yelled back.

Without another word, I flicked my wrist, throwing Chuck backward so his back hit the wall hard.

I walked up to the brothers, "Take him down. Please. I may not be alive to see it. But it needs to happen."

"How-"

I reached out and touched their foreheads, sending them back to their home.

I heard a surge of power behind me. I took a deep breath and grinned. I knew this was the end of my story. And I was okay with that.

Because Chuck wouldn't have many more chapters after me.

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Masterlist (Includes links to All Writing Challenges)

What I Write For

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#chuck shurley fanfiction #chuck shurley x reader #chuck shurley imagine #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfiction

[glitt3r-litt3r]

I’ll Be There

Eddie Munson One-shot

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Reader was supposed to go to the prom with your date Scott but when he doesn't show, your best friend Eddie comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Canon-divergence because fuck whatever that was lolz, Steve and Eddie being a duo, Eddie and robin being children, fluff fluff fluff! 

I saw someone else do this concept so this is not an original idea but it's so cute I had to! Hope you enjoy my take on it <3  @stray-cat-21 did it first so make sure to check out their story!

Everyone was over getting ready, each girl in a different mirror. Robin, Nancy and you had been planning this night for weeks and it was finally here. More like you and Nancy forced Robin to participate in the charade of hanging out, getting ready and arriving with your dates in hand together.

There was music playing while you fixed your hair in the mirror making sure every hair was exactly where you wanted it to be. Every detail down to your hair pin color was decided and you spent months looking for the final perfect dress. This night was something you had been waiting for all of your school career and now that you were getting ready nervousness bubbled in your belly. Something about finally getting what you want and the fear that it wouldn’t be how you thought. 

“Relax your eyebrows before they get stuck like that” Eddie says as he steps into the room. You watch his reflection grow in the mirror as he leans down to press a thumb between your furrowed brows. You shake his hand from your face before turning to face the mirror. He had no respect for your personal space after your many years of friendship and now was no exception even with makeup on.

“Don’t mess up my makeup please” you reply softly smoothing over the place he touched with a power brush. 

He chuckles and looks around the room to Robin who is currently applying mascara with her mouth wide open and Nancy who is pinning her hair. 

“My my ladies don’t you all look so... lady like” he says trying to stifle a laugh.

“Eat shit Munson” Robin reply's sticking her middle finger up. He sits on the bed next to her and makes faces in the back of your vanity mirror to make you giggle. 

He continues to joke as you get ready asking why you even wanna go to such a shitty event. You brush off his cynical remarks easily seeing as Eddie was never big on school events especially not ones where they vote for the most popular. He was always his own person and you always admired him for it even if it caused some tension in school and at home, Eddie was always going to be himself. 

Time passes with him joking around before going downstairs with the guys. Soon after Robin and Nancy leave your room too. 

You were the last to finally be ready with everyone standing in your living room. Taking a deep breath you steadied yourself on the banister and slowly walked down your steps. The room, just before live with talking and laughing, grew silent in awe of your arrival. You felt beautiful, and you knew you looked it too.

Your dress was tailored and the color was set to match with Scott’s. 

You were so excited the day he asked you that you could barely contain it. Basketball players were never your type but it would be fun, he was in your biology class and had formed a bond over your mutual hatred for frog dissection's. He wasn’t your crush but maybe something would come from tonight. How romantic to fall in love after prom and everything? the thought made you swoon a bit. 

 Everything was perfect. As you came further down there was a whistle from Steve who shoved Eddie playfully. Nancy stands next to Jonathan who is dressed in a fantastic but a little too big suit. 

Eddie stood at the bottom of the stairs with a box in hand smiling like an idiot. As you move closer he extends it to you and you reach out matching his smile. A camera flashes and you see Nancy peek out from behind her polaroid. 

“It’s an early graduation present” he says softly. 

“you didn’t have to get me anything Eds” you reply opening the dark black wooden box in your hand. It’s not big or wrapped but you can tell Eddie chose it because of the golden details on the sides. 

It’s a silver chain with a dainty star in the center. You pick it up and study it before squealing.

“You didn’t!! Eddie please tell me this isn’t-”

“The Evenstar. Took me forever to find it” He finishes. 

You jump up and down as the rest of the group looks on in confusion. 

“Nerd shit” you hear Steve say to Robin who nods her head. 

“Turn around so I can put it on” he says taking the chain and box from your hands.

You turn and face the stairs as you feel the pendant drop perfectly on your chest. His warm fingers tickle the back of your neck as he clasps it and you can imagine the pink of his tongue sticking out as he tries to focus on closing it. 

When you turn back you touch the pendant on your neck excitedly and check the time. 

7:00 on the dot. Everything was going according to plan, Scott should be here any minute. 

Everyone resumed their conversations as you spoke with Eddie by the stairs for a while.

“Make sure he opens the car door, and don’t drink anything you didn’t see him pour, and if he’s drunk call me and I'll pick you up” Eddie fusses

“Okay okay! I will Jesus Eddie you’re worse than my father” you reply looking over at the clock. 

It was 7:15.

“We should get going” Steve says grabbing his keys from his pocket. He was right, you were going to be late. 

Everyone stood and gathered their things before looking at you. 

“Oh um, you guys go ahead I’m gonna call Scott” you reply making your way into the other room. 

“See you there!” you hear Nancy yell as the door closes. 

You dial the number with a sigh feeling the worrisome anxiety return. 

It rings and rings and rings and no one picks up. You decide to wait another ten minutes before calling back. You sit on the kitchen counter, heels clinking against the cabinet as you try to calm yourself down. Being late was one thing but not calling, that was just mean. 

After the painfully long ten minutes you call again. 

It rings three time’s before someone picks up.

“Scott?” you ask 

“No dear this is Scotts mother, how can I help you”

“Oh it’s Y/n, from school and I was just wondering if Scott has left yet. He was supposed to meet me here but maybe he went to the school already” you say feeling yourself start to ramble.

“Oh dear...Scott has left already but he was with a girl. I’m sorry” You hear the click of the line. 

You stare blankly at the floral wallpaper across the room.

Tears gather in your eyes as you hang the phone up and run from the kitchen. You don’t acknowledge the fact that Eddie was sitting on your couch or the questioning look your parents are giving you, your mother with her camera still in hand. The sound of your heels click up the stairs and are silenced by the loud slam of your door. 

You sob quietly into your hands before going to unbuckle your shoes. 

From the other side of the door you hear your mothers voice.

“Y/n, honey what’s the matter? Where’s Scott?” she asks 

At the mention of his name you feel more tears roll down your cheeks.

“I’m not going” you say miserably. Your voice feels small and weak and you find yourself wanting to crawl in a hole forever. 

“Not going?! It’s the prom! You have to go!” she says

“He stood me up okay? He’s not coming and it’ll all be one big joke I'm not going!” you shout throwing your heels at the closed door. 

You hear her sigh and shuffle away somewhere. 

Eddie stands at the bottom of the stairs listening to the conversation. Anger boils up inside him causing a metallic taste in his mouth. When you told him Scott was the one taking you to prom he had his doubts, that group of friends was nothing but a bunch of preppy jerks. But the smile on your face made him shut up, he couldn’t be the one to rain on your parade. You were so excited dragging him in and out of dress shops and jewelry stores and he let you because he loved you and he knew how important it was. 

Now, seeing your tear streaked face run past him he wants nothing more than to find Scott and kick his ass but there are more important things going on. More important than that asshole. 

He jets from you house without so much as a goodbye. Driving like a bat out of hell to the nearest tuxedo rental place, he’ll be dammed if your night is ruined by some jock with a small dick. 

Running in just as the owner flips the sign to closed Eddie slams 40 dollars on the counter.

“I need a tux, rental obviously” he breathes heavily having run from the car. 

The man looks at him skeptically before going toward the back.

“Listen son I’m basically all out of Tux’s, you do know it’s prom night right?” he says

“Yes yes I know but I need one, whatever you got” Eddie pleads growing anxious when the man doesn’t reappear from the back for a couple of minutes.

When he returns he holds up a power blue suit complete with a white ruffled shirt and a matching blue bowtie. He’s never seen something so hideous in his life. His mouth drops open in disgust. He knows some guys would kill to wear it. 

“No no no man come on you’ve got to have something else” he says shaking his head pressing his hands to his eyes in hopes to get rid of the horrible blue that’s stained onto the back of his eyelids.

“Not anything that’ll fit you, and not this late” the owner replies with a laugh.

At the mention of the time Eddie snaps up to glance over at the clock. It’s almost 8 and he’s running out of time.

“Fuck it” he whispers. He grabs the suit from the man.

“You guys have a dressing room?” he asks holding the suit out like it’ll bite him. 

Back at home you wipe off the rest of your face makeup. It was ruined now anyways. Your mom helps you unpin your hair as she tries to convince you to still go. Shame cuts into you as you stare into your reflection. 

“I shouldn’t have believed him. I should’ve just told him no, I knew it was too good to be true.” you tell her

“Sometimes people lie and they suck but you shouldn’t let that ruin your party honey. You can still go and have a good time with your friends” she replies styling your hair into something more comfortable. 

“Maybe, don’t see the point now anyways my makeup is ruined and I don’t have a date” you reply softly picking at the skin around your nails. 

You don’t hear the car pull in, or the knock on the front door, or the persons apparently very heavy boots climbing the stairs, but your mother does. 

She hands you some mascara with a pushy look before she goes to your bedroom door and opening it slightly expecting your father on the other side. 

She’s met with Eddie, in powder blue flared pants a frilly shirt, his leather jacket and boots and a corsage in hand. He’s smiling brightly swaying back and fourth on his heels. 

“Well look at you! Never though I’d see the day” She laughs before turning toward you. 

“Honey put your shoes back on” 

“Mom I already told you I’m not goi-”

“Don’t argue just do it, it’ll be worth it I promise” she smiles and closes the door on her way out. She walks Eddie down the stairs and tells him to wait at the bottom as she grabs the camera off the couch. 

Exiting your room for the second time tonight was much less magical. You felt worn out and a bit thirsty from crying so much. Luckily you had put on the mascara your mother handed you and some blush.

As you reach the top of the stairs a familiar mop of brown hair is standing at the bottom.

He stands in the most ridiculous suit you’ve ever seen with a corsage that perfectly matches the colors of your dress.

“Y/N, I know it’s a bit late and I'm not your first choice but will you go to prom with me?” he asks stupidly giving you a smirk and holding out his hand for the second time tonight. You feel your stomach flip in the way only Eddie can make happen. 

You fly down the stairs stumbling into his arms.

“Woah” he says as he catches you.

“You hate school dances” you say into his shoulder breathing in the smell of his leather jacket against your face. 

“I hate pretty much everything that has to do with school yeah,” he agrees pulling your face back and holding it between his warm hands. 

“but you don’t and I’m not gonna let that asshole ruin both of our nights” he says

“You really don’t have to Eddie it’s fine” you say gently.

“I already rented the suit sweetheart” he laughs 

You hug him again before pulling back to grab the corsage he dropped. 

He fumbles to open the box as you shift on your feet a bit on the stair above him. 

He grabs your hand and slips it on easily before kissing the back of it. 

“Fair lady, your steed awaits” he says extending his arm toward the front door.

You courtesy with your dress and bow your head.

“Why thank you Eddie the Brave” you reply keeping his hand in yours as you walk down the last steps. 

After taking a million to many pictures you head toward the rusty steed that is Eddie’s van. He opens the door for you holding your hand as you get in. 

On the way there Eddie let’s you play your music which is rare, he’s really spoiling you tonight. 

You watch his hands as they drive, the way the streetlights cast colorful beams of light onto his face, the curve of his nose, the way he smiles and sings along. He’s so pretty you want to reach out and touch him. You realize now, Eddie has always been your knight in shinning armor. He was there when you fell of your bike to patch up your knees, he was there when you got braces, he was there the first time someone broke your heart to wipe your tears and rent shitty movies with, he was there for you every second of every day since you’d been friends. In your opinion he was the nicest person in the history of the universe (cue tiktok audio I'm sorry)

“Got a staring problem?” he asks with a smile. 

“I just like pretty things” you’re quick with your response shocking him back into silence. 

When you arrive at school you can see people going in some coming out, the banners and streamers decorating the outside of the building. 

Eddie goes to get out open the door for you but you grab his hand.

“Wait, I just need a minute” you say. He studies your face before sitting back down but leaving his door open. You feel the night breeze lay over your legs. You want to be the type of person who doesn’t care of they get stood up, or ditched. You want to show up anyways and have a good time but part of you was still embarrassed that you were the girl that got stood up.

“If you’re embarrassed about going with me, I can just wait for you or go home or something” Eddie says looking into his lap. You turn and squeeze his hand.

“I’m not embarrassed about going with you dork. I don’t care what they think about that. It’s just everyone's going to give me the pity look because I got stood up. They knew Scott was supposed to come with me and I really don’t feel like being that girl tonight” you reply 

His eyes soften at your words as he tries to find the right words.

“It’s his loss. He’s the one who should get the pitiful looks today because you look amazing, you are amazing and he’ll never know. I honestly feel bad for him because being your date is the coolest thing I've done this year.” he says holding your hand up in the middle. You knew he hated everything about tonight, his outfit, the dance, the horrible people but he was still here. You remind yourself to thank him later.

“Come on, we’ve got a prom to go to Lady Y/N” he says before jumping out and running to your side to open the door.

You enter the school gym holding hands. He holds you to steady his own nervous heart and you hold him to guide you through the curtain of streamers. The light’s are low but the theme this year was pastel school colors. Pale cream orange streamers and Easter green balloons were covering every inch of the gym. 

As you walk people can’t help but stare, but they aren’t looking at you with pity or even disgust. They are looking at Eddie “the freak” Munson in a bright blue suit and his white reeboks. He starts to enjoy the attention strutting confidently over to our friends who have yet to notice our arrival. This was only one more nail in the coffin of his social status and he was the happiest man in the world with you on his arm.

“Hi guys” you say queitly

They all turn and smile at the sound of your voice. The focus shifts toward you directly as you stand in front of Eddie. 

“You came!” Robin screams running over. Her large coat jacket was slung over Steve's arm.

“what happened with Scott? We saw him walk in here with Mandy Jacobs” Jonathan says 

“Did he ditch you? Are you okay” 

The questions come rolling in as they focus in on your barely registering that the person you were holding hands with was Eddie. 

“Dude what are you wearing?” Steve calls out doubling over in laughter. You move over and bring him forward showing off his fantastic wardrobe.

“Oh my god Eddie, that suit is....” Robin bites her lip “.. so you” she says finally giggling into her hands.

“Eat shit Buckley. It was the only one they had” he grumbles before giving her the bird. Everyone laughs loudly as Eddie does a spin to give the full effect. 

“I think he looks great” you say leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“God finally, Robin you owe me 5 bucks” Steve says.

“You had a bet going?!” you ask shoving Robin playfully. 

“I- we thought it would take a bit longer but yeah come on could you blame us you guys have been giving each other ‘I'm so madly in love with you’ eyes for months!” Robin says throwing her hands up. 

You go to argue back but they put on a song you love before you can. You move toward the dance floor trying to drag Eddie along.

“Dance with me? Please please please with a cherry on top?” you ask with the biggest puppy dog eyes you can. He holds his ground shaking his head. 

“Uh uh, no way. I don’t dance to whatever this is” he says moving toward Steve who conveniently is pressed against the wall.

“everyone dances to Abba!” you reply but ultimately leave him standing where he is to watch you. 

On the dance floor you improvise moves, some practiced and some not enjoying the feeling of being with your friends. Song after song after song only stopping to get some punch or talk to Eddie for a bit. 

He waits graciously on the wall talking with Steve and glaring at people who walk too close to him. Not that anybody really wants to start a fight with him. 

Well, maybe Scott. Who’s walking over now with Mandy Jacobs slung conveniently over his arm. 

You were focused on showing Nancy how to dance to the Lisa Lisa song you requested to notice a disturbance. 

It wasn’t until you heard yelling that you’d even turned around. The crowd was gathered around where you had left Steve and Eddie. Immediately your stomach dropped at the thought of something happening, not that you could’ve stopped a fight but maybe defused it. Whatever kind of fear it was pushed you to the front of the crowd to see Scott on the floor and Steve above him with Eddie off to the side. 

“...and next time watch who you’re talking too” is all you can hear before the two boys walk away. The crowd disperses as teachers come to see what the fuss was about and they push against your body as you try to make your way forward. 

“Eddie! Steve what happened?” you ask as you reach him. Eddie changes direction when he hears your voice turning and walking back toward where the group now gathers. 

“Dude did you just punch Scott?!” Jonathan asks Steve in awe

“Only after he punched Eddie, after Eddie punched him” Steve replies shrugging. 

Your mouth drops open before you turn to scold your date.

“Edward Patrick Munson!” you stomp your heeled foot playfully against the wooden gym floor. You try to look stern but you can almost feel your smile slipping as he makes his way over. 

“Oooo you’re in trouble” Nancy says laughing at him from behind you. 

“Patrick?” Robin asks incediously.

“Everyone shut up! He totally deserved it and Robin, forget you heard that.” he says pulling you close to him. 

As he looks down you notice the shiner he’s sporting on his right eye. 

“He got you good baby” you reply inspecting the wound, you’ll definitely need to ice it.

“Yeah well not as good as Steve got him apparently” Eddie replies smirking, pointing over your shoulder to where Mandy stands with two cups of punch pressed to Scotts eyes. 

“Does she really think that’ll help?” Steve asks quirking an eyebrow up.

“I doubt it” Robing replies looking back toward the pair. 

“What did he say anyways” Jonathan asks. You look up at Eddie ready for him to tell you.

“He said-”Steve starts

“It’s not important. All you need to know is it wasn’t very nice and he won’t be coming into school on Monday unless he can get the swelling down” Eddie finishes. This who interaction tired him out, he needed a joint a beer and a kiss. 

The music that had stopped for a couple minutes had resumed again. 

This was your second requested song. 

Eddie smirks as he hears the tune play over the radio, he knew immediately you had something to do with it. 

“I cannot believe you had them put this on” he shakes his head.

“Will you please come dance with me now? Pretty please?” you ask clasping your hands together. 

He scans the room looking over the crowd before pulling your hand out. 

He pulls you toward the doors you came through now open with only the streamers hanging between the gym and the hallway.

“Eddie we’re gonna miss it!” you yell, still though you don’t pull your hand from him

“Shh just trust me okay” He replies over his shoulder.

Once you make it out he stops just by the curtain, the pink and yellow lights stream through the plastic streamers. He pulls your body to his own, one hand resting on your hip and the other cradling your hand against his chest. You rest your head against his shoulder. 

“wasn’t gonna have anyone seeing me dance to this song...tryin’ to ruin my reputation or something?” he jokes kissing your hair 

“Most definitely” you reply. 

He rocks you slowly back and fourth. Your eyes focus on the way the lights color your intertwined hands different shades lulling you into a calm rhythm. 

“I’ll be thereee” He sings along with the chorus to Jackson 5, lowly. You wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t for the way his chest vibrated against your cheek. A small smile finds it’s onto your face. 

“I never thought I'd see the day. Metalhead Eddie Munson knows the lyrics to a Jackson 5 song? Are pigs flying? Has the sky fallen?” you muse 

“It’s completely your fault. Forcing me to this record over and over and over” he complains.

“Oh come on, I knew you before all the Judas Priest and Metallica. You used to love when I sang this” you say 

“ ’Used to’, being the words you used. I’ve changed, I’m hardcore now. Got this bruise on my face to prove it, really scare the panty’s off granny's in grocery stores” he says 

You don’t need to look at his face to tell how proud he is of sticking up for you. 

Gratitude wells in your chest as you stand there holding him. You throw both your arms around his neck burying your face into his hair breathing in the hairspray and cigarettes'.

“Thank you” you say feeling tears swim in your eyes. He holds you be the waist rubbing your back.

“What for?” he asks a little obliviously

“For everything. Eddie, I don’t know any other guy who would’ve done something like this for me.”

“Well I just did what I thought you deserved. If it were up to me you never would’ve gotten stood up in the first place. You deserve someone who’s proud to take you everywhere, the prom or even just the post office. Someone who would never try to embarrass you or make you feel like shit...just someone good.” he says pulling away to look you in the eyes. 

“Someone like you” you reply gently. His eyes soften just a bit before he smiles.

“I didn’t say it you did but since we’re talking about how good I am, tell me exactly how good you think I am and at wha-”

“Shut up Eddie” you reply pulling him into you by the jacket.

Your lips meet in the middle so hard it almost hurts but his lips are melting on yours before you can even register the pain. His hands fly up toward your face cupping your cheeks. His warm thumbs press into you as he holds you in place. Your hands hold tightly onto his leather jacket squeezing all your excitement between your closed fists. The kiss is desperate and heady under the now pink lights. You can slowly see them change to what must be blue through your closed lids, his lips slow a bit with time. You don’t breathe, you don’t think, you don’t move more than your lips. You let yourself be kissed by him. 

When you pull away it’s because Robin stumbles through the curtain talking about taking a piss.

“Oh! Please continue, don’t let my ill timed bladder stop you” she says laughing to herself.

“Oh my god” you chuckle pressing your forehead to Eddie’s shoulder looking down.

“Keep it moving Robbie” Eddie says cradling the back of your head.

“No need to rush me, Paddy” she says running for the bathroom.

Eddie groans against you.

“She’s never going to forget that” he sighs miserably. 

“Sorry Eddie” you say

“I don’t know, that didn’t sound convincing. What else are you gonna do to make it up to me” he asks pulling your chin up with his finger. You bat your eyelashes a bit feigning innocence. 

“Anything you want” you whisper.

His smile drops considerably at that before his pupils dilate. Looking left, then right he pulls you forward for a kiss and just before your lips meet he stops.

“Anything hmm? I could think of a few things but they’d require you outta that dress and I can’t have all of Hawkins lookin at my girl” he says kissing you before you even have a chance to react. 

Robin makes her way down the hall and he pulls away smirking at the blush creeping up your face. My girl

He had called you his girl. 

“You two lovebirds coming?” she asks holding the curtain open. 

Eddie nods to her before turning to wink at you following her into the gym once again. 

The looks he gives you fills you with excitement. To go home with him, to wake up next to him tomorrow. To hold his hand in the halls and watch him practice guitar in his bedroom. Every possibility of beautiful memories to make swarm through your head almost knocking you over. You step into the gym again, holding onto Eddie’s hand, grateful that Scott stood you up tonight.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie x y/n #eddie in a tux #eddie munson kiss me #eddie and robin

[raibebe]

Avatar - The Legend of Mark

The young Avatar - Mark Locked up in his home, Avatar Mark can't help but think that this isn't the way he's supposed to live his life. He's supposed to connect with people and help them so he himself can grow and learn. Thus, he begins his journey to master all four elements.

The gentle Fighter - Jeno Having to fight all his life, it's what Jeno has become the best at. Some might think it's sad but it's all he ever knew and he had made peace with it. But this boy is giving him a chance to escape. Could this even be real?

The eager Student - Jisung Everybody always called him naturally gifted but Jisung can only think about how badly he wishes to find someone like himself. Someone that could teach him to control his powers and overly long limbs that always get him in trouble for being so clumsy.

The noble Firebender - Renjun Prim and Proper. The perfect son. That's what Renjun had been trying to be his whole life. Always striving for the best to make his parents proud, pushing his mind and body until and sometimes even past their boundaries. Was there ever going to be a way out for him?

The explosive Runaway - Haechan Donghyuck doesn't need anyone. Not their pity, nor their help. He does best on his own. Taking what he needs from those who have it in abundance. They surely wouldn't mind. Right?

The reclusive Waterbender - Jaemin He had made peace with himself, with his past. Well. Jaemin had shoved it in the darkest corner of his mind in a little box, locked it, and threw away the key. But it was better like this. He needed to keep his family safe. Even if he had to lose part of himself for that.

The atypical Monk - Chenle Chenle knew he was different from the others at the temple. Had different methods to connect to the world around him. But he always knew that somewhere out there was someone, at least one person who would be able to understand his ways. And he would do everything in his power to befriend that person.

#atla dreamies #they're finally here >:) #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #nct #nct dream

[lil-dinopup]

Healin Good Within Chapter 2 Asumi’s Cute Day

Here's the second chapter of Healin Good Within!

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Summary: What if Asumi actions during the big fight against King Byogen had side effects that didn't appear right away? What will happen when the wind spirit finds herself developing a closer relationship with Shindoine? Was the villainess truly as bad as it seemed or is there a chance healing and understanding can happen even when it seems like its too late?

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      Everything was okay, weeks had passed and it seemed like things had mostly gone back to normal. She hid Shindoine’s things in her closet in a box under some spare blankets. Ai Ai was the only thing she didn’t hide away. The bat was kept under her pillow and at night she would sleep with it. She couldn’t bear the thought of putting Ai Ai in the closet. She barely could get herself with Prince Jene. But, Asume’s hatred for the thing it was based on helped fuel her will to hide it away. Sometimes she would wake up and it would be in the bed however. 

      It had been a month since the girls had visited the garden, and the Queen had said that they could visit them! Asumi was excited, she really was but her head was killing her. Both sides of her head felt like they were throbbing. 

      Nodoka’s parents were thrilled to see her and Latte again. They had said she had always been welcomed back and they hadn’t been lying. She put her stuff up in her old room. She had only brought Ai Ai with her. “Prince Jene gonna be mad you left him” She huffed, crossing her arms. Asumi shook her head and then her arms a little as if she was shaking Shindoine’s influence out of her.

      “I hate that plush. I don’t care what he thinks. He’s mean just like King Byogen and I don’t like mean beings” Asumi reassured herself. 

      The other girls had packed the day full of fun activities. First they went to Yume Port because Hinata thought it would be fun if they got a big group picture with each other and the healing animals as "toys" since they had a picture of the three human girls. But, they were all friends. Also the mall was having a special Halloween Photo Event so it was perfect. While Asumi didn’t normally care much about dressing up and things like that. Today was different. 

      There were so many accessories to pick! They could even make their own accessories! Asumi found herself picking the colors. She couldn’t find any red or black beads. But she found lots of pink beads that worked and pretty green ones and even some nice purple ones too! There were different charm options, even hearts! She went to put her two finished results on her head.

      She didn’t have horns. She had made them with the thought of hanging them off her horns… Asumi shook those thoughts away and put them on her wrists instead. 

      Of course Asumi had also made some cute accessories for Latte, cute pink and green ones with flower charms, to go around her ears and her neck. Latte didn’t mind taking off her normal accessories; she wanted to dress up too. 

      When it was time to get their nails done, Asumi found a perfect shade of green. Hinata thought they should find the costumes to pick before they picked out accessories. There were lots and lots of options and lots of girls fighting with each other. It felt a little overwhelming. But, another part of her was excited. And kind took over. She pushed and shoved the other girls who tried to push her. And then she found the costume that made her squeal in excitement. It was a red leather dress with black bat wings. It even had a black pointed tail. Hinata took a costume next to it, white with fluffy white wings

      “I think you would look great as an Angel for the costume picture Asumi, what do you think?” Hinata asked.

      “I like this one.” Asumi said, pulling off the red costume off the rack.

      “You want to be a devil? That doesn't really seem like you.” The other girl argued.

      Hinata was right, it wasn’t like her. She shouldn’t want to wear this. It was wrong. “You’re right.” The physically older female said with a small frown. She started to disappear ever so slightly. What was wrong with her? This outfit, it would be something Shindoine would wear, not her. 

      “Hey, it’s fine you can wear it. I wanted to be an angel anyway. This way we can match” Nodoka quickly comforted taking the angel costume. 

      Asumi tilted her head slightly. “Match? But they are different costumes?” She asked, confused.

      Chiya explained how devils and angels were costumes that went together and that's what Nodoka had meant. 

      She found a cute flower costume with wings for Latte, they had a whole little area for pets and even an area for stuffed animals. There were girls of all ages, from toddlers with their mothers, to adult women with their friends. Latte wasn’t even the only dog.

      After she put on the costume she found a headband with black horns that fit perfectly, she could even put her bracelets on the horns! 

      When she found her friends, they stared at her. Did she look dumb? She thought she looked kind of cute. But maybe she had been wrong? Were they not going to want her in the picture? She tugged a bit on the bracelet on the fake horns. Did they not want to be friends with her anymore? Did they not like her anymore? Feelings of overwhelming fear of rejection crashed over her. 

      “You look so much like Shindoine. It’s a little startling” Nodoka laughed and she seemed a little uncomfortable. 

      Looking in the mirror, she did, the costume looked so much like something Shindoine would wear, and her nails were the same colors and the fake horns. The costume even showed off her newly developed breast like how Shindoine flaunted her chest size around. How did she not realize? How heavily influenced was she by what remained of Shindoine? Was it possible that one day Shindoine could take over her body? What if she started losing herself to Shindoine’s influences. Would she try to hurt her friends? Would she try to bring back King Byogen? 

      Asumi couldn’t breath, and she found herself fleeing away from the reflection and her friends. They called out to her, but she didn’t stop. 

      She found herself deeper into the mall, she hadn’t personally been there herself. But this area felt familiar. She was in front of a toy store. She could see inside that this must have been where Ai Ai and the My Little Pony book came from. There were other bats like Ai Ai in the shop, and there were other books with the same My Little Pony logo that Shindoine’s book had. She found herself walking into the shop trying to calm herself down. 

      The first thing that caught her attention was the bat stuffed blanket things. There were more than just bats, there were other animals too. Plush security blankets, that's what they were called. Unlike the bat one the dog ones looked a little more silly since the blanket parts weren't their wings. She saw one that was tan with down ears a lot like Latte. It looked like it's paws looked like it was holding a light purple blanket with white flowers with green leaves all over it. It was so cute. It was just too cute not to get. 

      Ai Ai needed a friend. The other girls had given her some money to carry with her if she needed to use it for some reason. The security blanket stuffed animal wasn’t even that much money. She had money left over after buying it. 

      In the end Asumi went back and changed her outfit into an angel outfit that fit her. She wasn’t like Shindoine, she wouldn’t be like Shindoine. 

      They tried talking to her about what had happened. But, Asumi tried to make them understand she didn’t want to talk about it. They quickly dropped the topic. Today was supposed to be a fun day, not a bad day. 

      She liked the picture a lot, they all got a copy of them together in the costumes. 

      The rest of the day went by great, besides her headache that wouldn’t go away. But, Asumi was able to ignore it for the most part. 

      When Assumi went to sleep she had a dream where she was fighting the other cures. She didn’t want to hurt her friends, but they were attacking her. It hurt her heart. And then they used Final! Healin' Good♥Shower on her. It hurt hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt so bad. 

      She woke up panting and her head felt heavy. The throbbing was gone, left with a dull ache and a heavy weight. She went to the bathroom to wash the sweat off her face and help wake up. She stumbled into the bathroom, her balance felt all off. When she turned on the light she saw in the mirror. It was her reflection, but onto her head were two light green horns, similar to Shindione’s.

#dinopup writing #agere #fandom agere #mahou shoujo #healin good precure #precure agere #precure

[cwf4life]

Chapter 1

He swishes the tie around itself a few times, pulls the fat end delicately up through the hole, and then pushes it softly through the tunnel.  It peeks out the other end and he yanks down quickly. Perfect knot!

Bort smiles at his himself in the mirror and his giant reflection returns the one-dimple smile. He used to have to ask his friends for help with his tie, but once he got engaged, his fiancée let him know that it was time he learned.  

He knew he was milking the tie-help-time with his buddy a little. Once she saw the sixer of Miller Lite, she said "YouTube will teach you," so that was the end of that.

No, no, not me was his usual sentiment when everyone told him what was coming after he popped the question. "Everything changes," said literally every man asked ever. Literally, as in what the word actually means. 

He, er, he means, them, or they in this scenario, they don't want to be bothering friends when he can just as easily learn. So he learned and now he's a pro. You can't find a nicer knot than that in his office, except maybe his boss, Eric.

That samanabish. Pretty easy to master all sorts of tie knots when you get to be the boss at 18 because your dad is the owner.  All he studied for was how to be a boss.  He wishes that dummy had spent a bit of time actually learning the family business.

"You're gonna be late!" Bort snaps out of it.  

"Your coffee is getting cold and so are your eggs and bacon, amor." She smiles warmly at her husband. "So handsome, and what a nice knot!" Every time, he animates with a wink and a smile.

He slips on his heavy watch, puts on his wire framed glasses with oval lenses, shoves his morbidly obese wallet into his back pocket, and grabs his keys with the Spurs keychain and a snap hook and shoves them into his pocket which all went quicker than this long-ass sentence.

Eggs and bacon! Still warm coffee! A huge smooch for the missus before he pounces on the breakfitas.  He gulps as much coffee as he can, and gobbles in a few forkfuls as he hurries out the door, crumbs still falling from his face.

He was only a few seconds behind schedule, but he knew that meant hell once he got on the so-called expressway.  Exit on 147, turn right on Export Dr. That'll save a few minutes.

He reaches into his pocket and clicks a button on the black box dangling from the other side of that Spurs keychain.  The sleek onyx leopard roars to life. Rrraammpppgluglugluuug...

The door squeaks as the door of his 2013 Honda Civic swings open.  Ping ping ping. He swings his brown, steel-toed, size "canoe" boot into the car and rests his butt halfway down the back of his seat and slides down until he's in the sitting position.

This next part takes skill. Can't rush it or he'll be wallowing in pain if he slams his shin into the dashboard again. He finagles his other leg inside, keeping it at the precise 52 degree angle, before turning his ankle a quarter of the way counter clockwise.  Once both redwoods are in, he slams his door shut and pings end. People seem shocked that he can fit his massive 6'6" frame into his coupe but he doesn't know why. He fits in it just as easily as any other car.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Three, two, one.  

Here we go again.

#cwfthenovel #TALLBORTO