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floral-force · 10 months
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hey babes!!! I loved that one of Simon and the meet cute, it had me melting 🥹♥️ I was wondering if I could perhaps request a Simon Riley x reader where the reader is part of the 141, but before working with them, she was apart of a special ops group that focused on stuff like infiltration/sabotage, and she’s almost like a black widow sort of character? seduces her targets and takes them out when they’re alone? she’s usually a ray of sunshine with the group, but Laswell presents the mission and everyone’s like “????” and the reader’s like “fine, I guess we’ll do this again” and she’s just COMPLETELY different once she infiltrates??? it gives the whole crew whiplash, but I’m particularly interested in how Simon would react!!! I hope this isn’t too much!!! thanks for always blessing us with your amazing work, and I hope you have an amazing day!!! ♥️
thank you for loving the meet-cute!! this request was fun to fill. I took some artistic liberties and this one really ran away from me...I hope you enjoy this!
(requests are open! search the tags #prompt requests or #prompts and send me an ask!)
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (code name "Honey")
summary: You’re Task Force 141’s newest operator, and everyone knows you as bubbly and sweet, earning you the code name Honey. How will the team react—especially Ghost, your stoic but sultry lieutenant—when a mission requires your espionage expertise?
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warnings/tags: my blog is 18+ only. innuendo, canon-typical violence (fist fighting, gun mentions), bamf reader, task force 141 being buffoons, protective and jealous simon “ghost” riley, competency and size kinks if you squint, reader has a code name and uses she/her but no other descriptors
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“The coup in Luxembourg is out of our usual bounds,” Laswell said, “but a covert agent working under the deposed Grand Duke has requested our aid.”
“They’ve been an ally to us in the past,” Price added, looping his thumbs under his tac vest, “so I expect you lot to execute this mission with as much precision and urgency as you would any other.”
“Country’s smaller than Scotland, innit?” Soap asked. “How the hell are we s’pposed to be discreet?”
“That’s where you come in, Honey,” Laswell crossed her arms and gave you a pointed look. “You remember your mission in Morocco?”
You smirked. “Is the sky blue?”
She gave you a small chuckle. “We need your expertise.”
“Fine.” You gave a dramatic sigh. “I guess we’ll do this again.”
“”M sorry,” Gaz interrupted with a scoff. “Do what, exactly?”
You turned to look at where he sat across the table from you next to an equally confused Soap. Ghost was twisted in his chair to look at where you sat behind him. 
You raised an eyebrow, your eyes flicked between Price and Laswell. “They don’t know what I did in the States?” 
“No,” Price muttered with a hint of embarrassment. He cleared his throat and shrugged like a tired parent as he said, “I suppose it never came up.”
Gaz gave an exasperated sigh, his impatience getting the better of him. “Well, go on then!” He urged. 
“I was a contracted espionage agent for the Department of Defense, and—”
“The Yanks used contracted agents?”
You rolled your eyes at the interruption. “Yes, Soap. Now, as I was saying,” you continued, shooting the Scotsman a playful glare, “I was hired for infiltration ops. Ones that required a certain…je ne sais quoi, a more feminine touch you lads wouldn’t be capable of.” 
When they all stared at your smiling face with blank expressions for a few moments—even Ghost’s eyes were narrowed with confusion—you jerked your head forward and waved your hands. “Guys, I seduced the targets.”
The confused silence persisted, and you looked around, giggling at each of the guys’ reactions, looking at Ghost last. His gaze pierced you the most, his brown eyes never leaving yours. Your teasing giggles faded, and you severed the eye contact with a roll of your eyes. You looked at Laswell again and crossed your arms, bored of the topic. 
“Now that that’s settled, can we please finish this briefing?” you implored. “I have to make sure I have a dress that’s fitting for a date with a dictator.”
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“You sure you’re gonna be alright?”
“For the hundredth time—” you swung a heeled foot on a worn curb with a huff and hiked up the fabric of your dress—“yes, LT, I’ll be fine.” You adjusted the holster on your thigh and smirked at Ghost’s silence. “See something you like?”
There was a pause, and you looked up to see Ghost quickly look away at the street. Guilty.
You knew he felt some sort of way about you; whether it was good or bad was still unclear. One thing was for damn sure: Ghost had his sights set on you. You’d felt his skeletal stare linger on you ever since the briefing a week ago, and he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was at stealing looks when you were at the range or sparring.  Anyone else might feel like his prey—trapped by hungry eyes and cornered by a hulking frame—but you were so used to being the predator that you didn’t let it get to you. It was a little…fun.
Sure, he gave you butterflies, but that was because you’d never dealt with seducing men like him—at least, that’s what you told yourself after thinking about him with your hand between your thighs.
For now, you’d innocently tease and poke and prod the masked man with Soap and Gaz’s support. For now, you’d holster your loaded M9 and leave your leg exposed in yellow lamplight as you made sure your clutch had everything you needed. For now, you’d pretend that you weren’t thinking about him trailing his hand up from your ankle to the holster and grabbing the meat of your thigh.  
“We’ll be able to hear everything through your earpiece. Soap and I will have eyes on you in the palace, but stay near windows,” Ghost said, interrupting your thoughts. “Gaz’ll be on the roof.”
You swung your leg back down, wobbling. Ghost clutched your forearm, and you gripped his, fingernails scratching the fabric of his sleeve and digging into it for stability. His large hand snaked up to hold your bicep right above your bent elbow, your ears heating up when you met his eyes and saw something akin to lust in them.
His grip lingered even after you were steady on your feet again, only letting go when you gave him a flustered smile. You busied yourself with smoothing out the full skirt of your dress and adjusting the discreet monitor in your right ear. 
“All you have to do is get ‘im to the roof. The lads ‘n I will take it from there, as planned.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “If anythin’ goes wrong, jus’ get yourself out alive, Honey.”
“Got it.” You adjusted your necklace, and sheepishly asked, “Is it centered?”
You could smell sweat and sandalwood when Ghost stepped closer, his broad armored chest just inches away from your body. His large, gloved fingers graced over your skin and hands, delicately centering the elegant piece with tactical precision. 
Brown eyes looked you up and down. “Looks good, Honey.” 
Ghost stepped back and his hands fell, one curling around his radio and the other limp on the rifle slung across his body. You burned underneath your dress.
After testing the comms and getting location reports, you gave Ghost a thumbs up and started walking to the palace down the street, rolling your shoulders back and taking a few deep breaths. You could feel his brown eyes burning a hole through you the entire time, so you made sure to sway your hips a bit more than you usually did while seductively strutting somewhere.
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It hadn’t taken her long to reach the third floor and approach the tall paned window with the target, just as she’d been instructed to do in their final briefing. Watching Honey expertly navigate the gala and get the target attached to her side faster than the speed of light stirred something within Ghost. Whether it was admiration for her skill or arousal was unclear. Either way, he’d be lying if he said she didn’t look ravishing in her dress. He tilted his head and greedily peered through the scope one last time before tearing his eyes away and adjusting his position on the grassy hill.
Honey was as lethal as she was sweet, and if her saccharine smile didn’t instantly ensnare her target, her sugary tongue would. Instead of doling out compliments, she accepted them and kicked innuendos back; instead of making cringy puns and flashing finger guns, she bit her lip and tugged the target’s suit jacket. It was entirely different from who she was around the team on base, and Soap had made sure to emphasize that all bloody night. Even Gaz had chimed in a few times, both men trying to get him to comment. Ghost silently refused, skin flushing under his mask.
Now that she was closing in on the target, things had become even more heated. He looked at her through the scope again and listened. Ghost heard her laugh, the sound bubblier than the champagne in the flute she raised to her pretty lips. She took a sip right as Soap said the punchline of a joke, her shoulders rising and falling sporadically with a daintily covered cough. 
“Watch it, you twat, you made her choke,” Ghost snapped.
“Sorry, lass, sorry!” Soap crackled over the comms. There was a rustle. “In my final position. Eyes on Honey and the target, LT.”
“Gaz?”
“In my final position, LT, eyes on the extraction point,” Gaz replied, his voice set and sure.
“Captain Price will leave on your command to meet you and Sergeant MacTavish at the rendezvous point, Lieutenant,” Laswell buzzed in his ear. “Gaz, you go with Honey and the target.”
“Affirmative,” Gaz and Ghost responded.
“Affirmative. And, Laswell, you can call me Soap.”
“Negative, Sergeant.”
“Aye. Copy that, loud and clear.”
“Shut up, Soap.” Ghost grumbled.
They heard Honey giggle in response to another one of the usurper’s idiotic compliments, and Ghost saw her flirtatiously tap his arm with her knuckles. 
“Y’know, if she heard one of us say tha’ in the pub, we’d never hear th’end of it.”
Gaz hummed in agreement with Soap, and he couldn’t help but shake his head and smirk. Honey laughed again and clearly echoed another awful line the target gave her. Ghost could tell the grin splitting her pretty lips wasn’t genuine—her nose didn’t crinkle like it did when he deadpanned the punchline to a stupid joke or when Soap had called Price “Pa” a few weeks ago.
There was snickering over the comms. Ghost boldly asked, “Honey, take a drink if you meant for us t’hear that shite attempt at flirting.”
Soap cackled when the rim of the champagne flute touched her lips and her throat bobbed with a long sip.
“Well?” Gaz asked expectantly.
“Was a yes, Gaz,” Soap responded.
Ghost saw her eyes flutter closed as she pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, and he grumbled; hopefully nobody had heard him. He was itching to move, his finger hovering over the trigger and his jaw clenching each time the target touched her.
“Right, Honey,” Ghost said, focusing the team again and settling himself down. “Once you’re on the roof, I’ll call Price—Gaz, move on my word or Honey’s, or when Price arrives. Soap, get to the rendezvous when I call Price. I’ll watch Honey and the target. Understood?”
Gaz and Soap gave him their affirmatives. Honey nodded, looking out the window and winking.
She looked back at the target and seductively bit her lip. “Do you think we could go somewhere a bit more…private?” Her query was laced with something sticky.
The target gave her his piss-poor attempt at a sultry smile, resting a hand against her neck and disturbing the necklace Ghost had adjusted earlier. 
He’d be lying if it didn’t make him want to shoot the git dead where he stood.
There was a quiet yes, and Honey said, “I’ve always wanted to be kissed under the stars.” She forced a coquettish giggle. “Well, kiss, and…more, if you catch my drift.”
The target leaned in and pressed a kiss on her right cheek, the act on full display to Ghost.
“That can be arranged, my sweet,” the target murmured, his voice tainting their comms and making Ghost roll his eyes. 
When the target abruptly gripped her waist and pushed her against the window, Ghost heard the faint sound of glass breaking and heard Honey force a playful comment about dropping her flute. Now, Honey’s back was to him, one of her hands flat against the window, her fingers splayed out. His clear shot was ruined. Ghost swore and Soap did as well.
“Target moved too far to my right. Can’t get a clear shot. LT?”
“Negative,” Ghost answered. “Honey, make a fist if you need back-up.”
Normally, he would’ve already had someone storming in to help if he wasn’t already, but Price had made it clear that this mission required tact. Ghost was on edge, but he had to trust Honey, even if the sight unfolding in the scope of his rifle made his skin crawl.
Honey clenched her fist.
“Affirmative. Gaz, Soap, hold your positions. Comms are quiet unless absolutely necessary.”
“Affirmative, LT,” the men immediately replied.
“Extraction is ready on your word. Get out of there—alive,” Laswell stressed over comms. 
“Affirmative,” Ghost sighed, his trigger finger ready and aching to move.
“Not here,” Honey mumbled. Her fist remained clenched, the other hand still clutching her tiny bag. 
She squealed in surprise when one of his hands dropped to grab her ass and squeeze. Ghost sharply inhaled, and he heard Soap clear his throat, holding back from asking for a visual on Honey.
“Not here, Johann,” Honey snapped, the sweetness quickly melting off her voice. “I want you, but I want you to touch me on the roof.”
The target’s other hand grabbed the other hidden cheek, fabric bunching up in his grip. “Want you here, you lovely little thing. Roof can come later.”
Honey gave him the tinkling laugh she shared with the team after showing them a video of a puppy or some other baby animal. Sometimes, Ghost smiled under his balaclava when it was thrown his way—but he’d never tell a soul.
This time, the sunny bells were a warning, and if the target didn’t do as she said, Ghost had a feeling he’d regret more than the coup. 
“If you say so.” Her voice was uncharacteristically dark, its hidden sharp edges revealed.
“Gaz, Soap, be ready for my word,” Ghost said as Honey pushed forward, her heel pressing her dress’s hem against the window.
Just as they both responded, a howl pierced the comms, making Ghost wince. The target was doubled over, and Honey was kicking off her heels, sending them flying towards the windows across the hall. She took a lunging step forward over the broken glass and adjusted her body before throwing a punch to the target’s left cheek. He staggered up and took an angry, sloppy swing at her, but she dodged it and kicked her heel into his knee to destabilize him so she could gut-punch him. The target dropped to the floor. Ghost’s mouth went dry, and his cock twitched as she grabbed a fistful of the target’s hair.
“We’re going to the goddamn roof,” Honey gritted out. 
When the target gave her a sly smile, she took a step back and let go before punching him again. The corner of Ghost’s mouth twitched with a smile when he saw the target staring at her with fear. She’d literally punched the smile off his ugly mug.
“On your fucking feet,” she growled, and he obliged. 
Though he stood, he fought her the whole way to the stair entrance, and each time, his resistance was met with another blow to the gut. Ghost hummed in approval. This honeybee had a wicked stinger and wasn’t afraid to use it.
When she disappeared from Ghost’s sight—still swearing and commanding the target up the stairs—he made the call to Price, then barked over comms, “Soap, rendezvous. Gaz, be ready to assist if Honey calls for it—and, Honey, Gaz is ready to help restrain the target.”
“Negative, LT,” he heard her pant. 
He saw her push the target through the door and onto the roof’s hidden balcony. Gaz was crouching down where he hid, his feet ready to run and his gun in his hands.
Ghost heard her sharply exhale and barely tracked her hand fly up to the target’s bicep. Then, he saw the target slump down to his knees and fall face-first to the ground. 
“Is the target alive?” Ghost hissed, impressed but angry. “If you killed him—”
“Affirmative, LT,” she interjected, catching her breath and pulling an orange bag out of her clutch and depositing something in it. “Just a sedative. He’s gonna take a nice nap during the flight home.”
She hummed a random tune—her favorite song, Ghost noticed—as she put the bag back in her clutch. Honey waved at Gaz when he came out of hiding and walked over to her. Ghost saw her nudge the target with a bare foot and proudly put her hands on her hips.
“Bloody hell, Honey!” Gaz exclaimed, shaking his head. “Did Price know?”
“Affirmative,” Price boomed through the comms. 
The helicopter came into view and Ghost stood up with a huff, slinging his rifle back across his body. He could see them helping Honey up onto the hovering ramp, her dress blowing in the wind. He chuckled before turning running into the forest behind him towards the rendezvous point.
“Headed your way, Lieutenant.”
“Affirmative, Captain,” Ghost replied as he came to a halt next to Soap in the clearing. 
“LT!” Soap exclaimed, yanking his earpiece out, mouth agape. “Th’fuck I’d miss?”
“Ask Gaz,” he said simply, earning a groan from Soap.
The chopper thrummed overhead as it descended. They ran towards the ramp as it lowered, Honey’s triumphant face illuminated by the hold’s red light. Ghost climbed in and sat beside her with a grunt. 
Once they were airborne and starting their flight back to base, Gaz described the scene Soap had only heard. Ghost noticed her diamond necklace was askew from her skirmish and hesitantly centered it. She gave him a soft smile and turned her head so her chin grazed over his covered knuckles. The gentle hum she gave him coated him in sticky-sweet syrup. “Honey” certainly was a perfect codename for her, he reckoned, contrasting her innocent sweetness and cutesy smiles with her impressive—and, at times, lethal—infiltration skills. 
Yeah, Ghost was stuck in her treacly trap—and he didn’t plan on escaping.
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stevesjockstrap · 5 months
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23 for Steddie please ❤️❤️
🫣 You’ve either under or overestimated what giving me free reign would inspire so I hope this is decent 😘
Eddie walked quickly into the library, wincing as his boots made loud sounds on the tile floor and echoed around him. He looked around briefly but didn’t let himself get distracted.
He saw a bay of computers along a wall and headed there. But after a lot of clicking and key smashes, he couldn’t get it to work. With a (louder than necessary) growl, he stood.
A man in a sweater and glasses wearing a lanyard was heading for him with a barely concealed scowl on his face. He found he was equally irritated and turned on by this.
“Could I help you with something, sir?” The man asked when he stopped a few feet away. The man pointedly took in his appearance, his big boots, his ripped jeans, the faded and torn band shirt that clung to him under the jean vest that was littered with pins and patches.
“Hopefully. I just need to print something from my email. But I can’t get in to-“
“Do you have a library card?”
Eddie grinned at the man now. He really did appreciate the no bullshit approach, and it was a fault of his for always falling for, well, bitchiness.
“I’m afraid I don’t, sugar.” He turned on his charm as he stepped closer to the man, pointedly looking him up and down. “I’m only in town for a few days so I’m not sure if I could accomplish that? You see, my band’s touring-”
The man, Eddie looked down at the end of his lanyard to see if he could spot a name tag or identifying information but came up dry, interrupted again, “Okay. We can just do a guest pass. Do you have change for printing?”
That did stump Eddie for a moment. “I’m sure I could go wrestle some up from the tour bus. Do I need that right now?”
Eddie chuckled when the man sighed and nodded at him, like he was the most insufferable person he’d ever had to deal with. “I promise I’m not trying to be a problem, love. We just got signed by a new record company and I need to look over the contract. And being on the road…” he shrugged.
“No problem. I’ll get you logged into the computer while you grab some money. It’s five cents a page.” He slid past him to begin typing on the computer.
Eddie jogged through the middle of the library, getting a glare from an older librarian at the front. As he came back in she watched him like a hawk. He grinned and gave her a little wave.
Approaching the bay of computers again, the hot librarian was nowhere to be found. He tried not to let it get to him. He logged into his email and hit print.
Nothing happened. He stood up again and looked around for brown waves and glasses. He finally walked around the corner in the back where he’d not been yet.
“Woah,” he breathed. He let out a low whistle as he approached a table set up with every manner of Dungeons and Dragons books, dice and memorabilia. He picked up the closest die and rolled it. “Fuck yeah. Plus six luck. Gunna need that, Munson.”
A throat cleared behind him and he grinned as he turned around. “Hey there, just who I need. I brought you a whole dollar in quarters. You don’t want to know what it cost me on the bus,” he winked. Jeff had made him promise to clean the bathroom. He shuddered to himself.
On the way back to the computers he continued trying to make conversation. “I dig the D&D table. You have a lot of nerds through here?”
He turned from the computer to face him with an unreadable look. “Yeah, my kids really enjoy it. We do a weekly campaign for the teens and a couple of them have wanted to start a younger group.”
“Y-your kids?”
Hot librarian smirked at him. “The kids in my teen group.”
“Ah,” Eddie nodded stupidly.
He stood up and walked over to a printer that Eddie hadn’t seen.
“Here you go,” he said has he handed over the pages. Eddie dropped the change in his open hand. “You owe me fifteen cents,” he looked up over his glasses at him.
“Oh fuck,” Eddie said too loudly. Kids behind him snickered and he turned to send a sheepish look at their grown up. “Uhh I can go grab some more… Maybe Gareth or Drew are back and their prices won’t be as steep.”
“What do you have to do with the contract after you look it over?”
“Huh?” Eddie asked eloquently.
“I would assume you have to send it back to someone? Fax it?”
“Oh. Maybe?”
The librarian shook his head, maybe affectionately. Eddie tilted his head and slid closer, dropping his voice. “All your librarian skills are so hot, you know?”
He huffed a laugh and Eddie grinned. “Well when you come back to fax it I’ll have to charge you again, so you can bring it then.”
“Ahh, so you’re already planning our next date, sweetheart? You should probably tell me your name first.”
“I’m Steve.” He actually held his hand out and looked up at him so he could see the blush across his freckled cheeks. Eddie was so done for.
Eddie shook his hand and didn’t let it go. “Eddie. Very good to meet you.”
🖤
Is 90s rockstar!Eddie and librarian!Steve a thing yet?
(The next day he comes in and Steve helps him fax the signed contract back and it gets brought up that Steve looked up his band.
“You checking me out, baby?”
“It’s one of my hot librarian skills, you know, research?”)
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beachylupin · 5 months
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pls write something with eddie
this was made very quickly, so i'm sorry if it's bad :-( let me know if you'd like to see more eddie content/of this duo word count: 1.3k warnings: pretty cliche tbh, kinda fluffy, this is kinda tame for me lol
Freakin' Out || Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Cheer practice ran until six, and you had no problem with that, except for the fact that it was pitch dark thanks to daylight savings coming to an end.
With your backpack slung over your shoulders, you began your mile and a half walk home.
Usually, you loved the walk home, but as it got darker, colder, and windier, you were wishing you would’ve bucked up the courage and asked your friends for a ride home. However, the cool November air felt good on your warm face, cheeks reddened from running.
A win-lose situation.
Instead of listening to your walkman while you walked, you decided to listen to the sounds around you, noticing how there were still middle schoolers on the basketball courts, screaming and laughing. How quiet the birds got as the wind picked up.
How a stick broke in the woods ahead of you, followed by a rustle of leaves.
You zipped up your jacket, a chill shooting down your spine. You silently thanked yourself for changing into your cheer sweats before leaving the high school, and approached the woods, daring to look inside as you passed.
It was pitch black, the trees knocking together with soft thunks in the wind. You could’ve sworn you saw something dart between the trees. With a shiver down your back, you looked away, focusing on the road ahead of you.
Hawkins was fairly safe, except for the fact that the Byers’ boy went missing a few Novembers ago. Luckily he was safe now, but what if you weren’t going to be? What if tonight was the night of your demise?
Glancing back at the woods, you could hear another skitter amongst the leaves. You swallowed thickly, picking up your pace to slightly brisker.
You knew there was something that lived in the woods, whether it was a bear, or a coyote, or even the rumored monster. You didn’t want to know what exactly it was, but just the fact that something was most definitely in there scared you.
A stick broke behind you this time, causing you to bristle.
You threw a quick, inconspicuous look over your shoulder at the woods, catching the shadow of a man passing under the streetlamp on the sidewalk, his head up as he stared at it.
Your eyes were wide when you turned to look at your white tennis shoes.
Someone was definitely following you.
You began walking faster, your pace near that of an early-morning power walk group. Your heartbeat was seemingly faster than your walk, thumping loudly in your ears.
You didn’t know how to defend yourself. Honestly, you couldn’t even throw a punch. You could run, sure, but then they’d know where you lived. You felt your heart in your toes as you looked over your shoulder again.
This time he was looking at you.
Whining to yourself, you quickened your pace to a near jog.
Your mom refused to buy you a knife, so you didn’t even have protection. How on Earth were you-
“Hey!” The man called out from behind you, and your head felt heavy.
You ambled over the train tracks, desperately trying not to trip. You didn’t want to be one of those stupid girls in the movies that fall and get killed by the bad guy.
The footsteps quickened behind you.
His ringed hand met your shoulder as he sidled up next to you, blurting quickly, “I’m not a stalker, I promise.” Catching your terror-stricken glance was Eddie Munson, his brown eyes wide as he breathed your name. “I-I live down the block from- Are you okay?” His hand emphasized his words, squeezing lightly.
“I’m fine. I’m fine,” you huffed, contradicting the way you shook your head, staring at your feet in embarrassment. “I just-”
“I didn’t mean to startle ‘ya,” he said, patting your arm lightly. “I didn’t even notice you until you almost started running. I’m not a stalker.”
“I know that,” you said pointedly, lifting your head to glance into the woods again. “You’re just usually in that van.”
“She needed an…” Eddie petered off, following your gaze. “See something?”
You shook your head, mumbling and looking back to your feet, “No! No.”
“Oh-kay,” Eddie said slowly, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked to the side of your face. “As I was saying-” He now looked ahead, hands in his pockets. “My van needed an oil change so today, I walk.”
“I see,” you said quietly, turning off Cornwallis, the street lamps seemingly getting dimmer the closer to the trailer park the two of you got.
“Why are you walking? I know Debby has her license,” he said, most likely hearing the cheerleader’s constant speech about her cherry red coupe. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smacking the box against his hand.
You looked at him, already finding him staring, an amused expression on his face. “I live in the trailer court, Eddie,” you stated, turning back to the road. “People would talk.”
“Your friends have never been to your house?” He asked, a cigarette between his lips, eyebrows disappearing in his bangs. 
You shook your head, the grip you had on the straps of your backpack tightening. “Mom drops me off when she isn’t working,” you said, feeling pathetic at your confession. “Or I meet them up on Cornwallis. I’m guessing they just assume I live in one of those houses.”
“Oh,” was all Eddie said, staring straight ahead. His eyebrows furrowed briefly, as if he was deep in thought before he lit his cigarette. “Mom can’t give you a ride home?”
You shook your head. “Works ‘til ten,” you mumbled, briefly glancing into the woods as a stick snapped. Eddie noticed, his gaze following yours again as he puffed his cigarette.
“It’s probably just a deer,” he mumbled, smiling slightly when you looked at him. “Or did you want to hear it was a bad guy?”
You almost rolled your eyes, narrowing them instead. “No,” you said defensively. “You’re right. It probably is just a deer, but ‘s dark. I’m just freakin’ out about nothing.”
“Only gonna get darker,” he chuckled, a smirk growing on his mouth. “What are you going to do in the winter?” Eddie asked, puffing his cigarette again and blowing it out of the side of his mouth. “Walk in the snow?”
“I walked home every day last year,” you said, turning into the trailer park, the road turning from tar to gravel. “It isn’t a big deal.”
Eddie sighed, the unserious smirk dropping from his lips as he flicked his cigarette to the ground, crunching the butt against the rocks. “I can’t let you walk,” he said, his hands in his pockets again. “I’ll give you a ride.” As you opened your mouth to argue, he laughed to himself, “I know, I know. People would talk if you got in the freak’s van,” he said, taking the words out of your mouth with a slight smile. “I’d park in the back so nobody would see you- us together.”
You looked at him, seeing if he was actually serious.
He was already staring, eyebrows raised hopefully. “Okay?” He asked, slowing down as he approached the Munson trailer. “We’re supposed to get a lot of snow this year.”
You sighed in response, looking down the road at your trailer. He was trying to convince you to let him take you home. He wanted to give you a ride, and it didn’t seem like it was just because he felt bad for you. You stood straighter.
“Is six okay?” You asked, glancing at him. “Same time as today?”
He nodded, his smile growing. “I’ll see you then.”
“Okay,” you said, rocking from the balls of your feet to your tiptoes, feeling awkward, like you were supposed to hug him or something and not just stand there. You cleared your throat. “Okay, bye.”
Without letting him respond, you turned on the ball of your foot, quickly walking away to your trailer, trying to decide if you made the right decision.
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Keigo Takami with Shiny Things, Red, Gold, Feathers and Wings for - @redwingedwolves
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bunny-lou · 1 year
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Hi! I was looking for someone who could write a story where Carlos has Tourettes? I don’t really mind what happens tbh, but I’d prefer it if it was Jaylos :) if u can’t that’s okay, could u recommend anyone else? :)
Hello @jatpanddescendantsfanartdump, I am so sorry it has taken me this long (over 2.5 years) to fulfil this request, I hope it is worth the wait!
As someone who does not have tourette syndrome, I did some research before writing. I used the Mayo Clinic, the CDC and some interviews with Billie Eilish speaking about her experience with this disorder. If anything about this is inaccurate, please reach out to me!
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Auradon probably has a name for whatever Carlos does. They have names for lots of things, Evie has read about some of them in the medical books her mother keeps (which aren't used for medicine of course, but for the description of drugs for the skin, what could work for crow's feet and smile lines and age spots), things like Down Syndrome or Anxiety (which Evie thinks she may have, but a prince wouldn't want that, so no she doesn't).
But those don't describe Carlos. It's not anything that keeps him from being a clever little mad scientist or keep him from running faster than Junior and Third can keep up with. But it's something Carlos does that gets him into trouble sometimes.
Not in Weird Science though.
"-and that's how carbon is recycled from the atmosphere to the biosphere!" Yen Sid announces as he puts down his chalk. "Any questions?"
"That's how carbon is recycled from the atmosphere to the biosphere." Carlos mutters in his seat. It's soft enough that no one outside of their little table hears it.
Evie had thought it strange at first, but now it's less strange and more...Carlos. It's just something he does. He even does it to her sometimes and even at the beginning, Evie hadn't thought he was mocking her. She thought he was repeating her words to remember them, but it's not to remember. Carlos hasn't taken a single note this entire class, he probably has the whole textbook memorized, so it's not to retain the information. It's just...Carlos.
Yen Sid seems to understand it in the way Evie does, maybe even more. He never has gotten angry at Carlos for repeating him or interrupting class like the other teachers. Usually, Yen Sid doesn't react to it at all unless it's with a small smile at Carlos, sometimes a head tilt.
Auradon must have a word for what Carlos does and Yen Sid must be aware of it, Evie is certain of it.
Class is dismissed and students scatter like bugs, jumping from their seats to be the first out the door. Evie and Carlos wait for most of the class to clear out before rising from their seats.
"What's for lunch today?" Evie asks as she gathers her books. Of course, she doesn't plan on eating much of anything beside the wilted celery in her bag.
"Rancid spaghetti," Carlos tells her.
The repetition isn't all the time, either. It's often random and sporadic, unless Carlos is on edge, like when the bullies are more aggressive or Cruella is in a mood. It's worsened by anxiety.
(Which princesses absolutely do not have.)
(But Carlos might, but also maybe not. It fits somedays, but not on others, not in this specific question.)
They take their seats in the cafeteria, right next to Mal and Jay. It's still a new thing, the four of them being not friends, but something of a gang. Evie is tentative around them, still trying to learn what her place is and where the lines are, but Carlos seems to fit a little better, but he's known them longer.
"Look at the haul!" Jay counts his stolen trinkets on their table, in plain sight of the original owners. He has watches and earrings and wallets spread out.
"Look at the haul," Carlos says quietly, but a smile plays on his lips.
Mal twirls her spaghetti before eating it, speaking despite the food in her mouth. "Where's your food?"
Evie pointedly eyes her celery and Mal frowns. It's a thing of tension between them, but neither of them is familiar enough with their little gang to say something directly.
Evie is both dreading and eagerly awaiting the day Mal asks.
Carlos has no food in front of him, so Mal carelessly slides her tray and fork in front of him. He blinks at it, then at her.
"Eat, runt."
He grins before picking up the fork and taking a bite.
"Dad is gonna be stoked!" Jay picks up a scratched diamond from his pile. "The shelves have been a little empty lately. This ring will sell for so much."
"This ring will sell for so much." Carlos says. "And Maddie is going to hunt you down to get it back."
"It is very pretty," Evie eyes it fondly. She'll have jewelry like that some day, shiny and expensive and for everyone to see.
"Yeah?" Jay spins it between his fingers. "You want it, princess?"
Before Evie can answer, Jay is slipping the ring onto her middle finger. It's a little big for her bony hands, but Evie still gasps in delight anyway. "Oh, thank you, Jay!"
"Thank you, Jay." Carlos says next to her, much quieter than before.
"Are you sure though?" Evie looks at the jewel. "What about the shop?"
Jay shrugs. "I've got plenty for dad to sort through and the day's only half way over."
"The day is only-," Carlos snaps his mouth shut midway through and they all turn to him. His mouth opens and closes for several moments, hands spasming on the table, before his quirk wins, "-half way over."
It's rare for Carlos to be bothered by his unusual behavior, he makes no effort to hide it from Evie or their classmates, but something about Jay, and maybe even Mal, has him trying to control something that he can't.
But Jay, ever the smooth talker, breezes right past it. "How was Weird Science? Were you upstaging all those idiots with your genius?"
Carlos blinks and looks away. "Yes. I mean fine. I mean fine and then yes. We learnt about carbon transfers." He takes another bite quickly before passing the tray back to Mal.
"Ah, so you can tutor me when I fail again?"
"You won't fail. I'll help you study this term."
"Ugh, that sounds so boring," Jay groans, loud and dramatic and completely pathetic. "I mean, the tutoring part. Hanging out with you is never boring." He grins and winks at Carlos.
"Hanging out with you is never boring." Carlos says back and this one doesn't seem like he's just repeating Jay's words back.
Mal nudges Evie's foot under the table. "How long until they need a room to themselves?"
Evie doesn't quite understand what that means, but Mal's voice isn't malicious, so she just giggles before taking a bite of her celery.
"I'll let you have some of my spaghetti if I can have some of your celery?" Mal offers, but her tone has a little more bite to it, a tone that Evie isn't supposed to refuse.
Still, she hesitates. The spaghetti, even old and slightly bitter, smells so much better than her sad celery, a dull shade of green. Surely, a little bite won't hurt.
They swap foods, Mal immediately munching on the veggies as Evie twirls the smallest bit of noodles onto her fork. She takes her first bite, warm and heavy, and tunes back into Carlos at her side.
"-so then plants take that carbon and use it during photosynthesis-"
"That's how plants make food, right?"
"-that's how plants make food, right. But then that carbon gets transferred to the animals that eat that plant, then carbon is transferred to whatever eats that animal, so it goes on forever, getting recycled again and again."
Evie will one day learn that special, hidden word that Auradon would have for Carlos. Maybe she'll share it with him, maybe she won't. Whatever it is, having a name for it wouldn't change Carlos.
She takes another bite of spaghetti as Carlos continues explaining science, occasionally repeating himself, and she smiles.
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semester 3 akechi icons and headers in vintage sunkiss?
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Credit me if using, thank you!
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yourfaveisomegaverse · 4 months
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Diemen Xicali, the one-note character from Hiveswap Friendsim whose only personality is that he likes hot dogs, is an omega
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DIEMEN XICALI, THE ONE-NOTE CHARACTER FROM HIVESWAP FUCKING FRIENDSIM WHOSE ONLY PERSONALITY IS THAT HE LIKES HOT DOGS, IS A FUCKING OMEGA
- YOUR FRIEND MOD FUCKING KARKAT ♋️
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pokeshopping · 1 year
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Accessories for a Fairy Type Gym Leader!
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toadstool hat | spinning ring | butterfly necklace/earrings fairy wing earrings | fairy wing glasses | fairy wings rose quartz bracelets | "cotton candy" earrings | "candy" necklace
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horror-4-horror · 1 year
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meat/flesh themed shopping bag!
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sweatshirt | t-shirt | socks necklace | notebook | ring patch 1 | magnets | patches 2
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reader-insert-girl · 3 months
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New(ish) stuffs ^^
Got some works posted in the past month for y'all.
First one is a request by anon about a cheerleader and jocks with one chapter finished and one near completion (I totally did not wrote myself into a corner...😅)
There's also the first entry in my long-planned alien series with 3-4 more in the different stages of being worked on. If y'all have some design ideas, shoot me a DM and I'd be happy to bring 'em to life.
And just this morning I finished another ranch themed piece. It's a stand-alone but it's sort of inspiring me to write a series about using common household items. We'll see, ig.
Happy reading y'all and feel free to drop me comments and requests.
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floral-force · 11 months
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hi!! can i request general relationsship headcanons for tbb x reader? like, what is each member like in a romantic relationship? :3
absolutely!! I hope you enjoy these ♥️
(requests are open! search the tags #prompt requests or #prompts and send me an ask!)
The Bad Batch x Reader Relationship Headcanons
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warnings: my blog is 18+ ONLY, no minors. some light innuendo sprinkled throughout, but not entirely NSFW. mention of trauma and body dysmorphia.
a/n: I headcanon Tech as autistic, and I myself am autistic. I mention this in Tech's headcanons.
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Crosshair x You
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I think Crosshair would be hesitant and nervous, hiding it under a smooth, smug exterior.
His feelings for you have grown beyond being platonic, and it scares him.
When you admit your feelings to him, his reaction is so blasé that you walk away to sit in the cabin of the Marauder with Tech and Echo.
After a day of ignoring each other, he finally approaches you while you're alone in your bunk to confess his feelings and give an ultra-rare apology.
He struggles with giving you verbal forms of affection at first. But as time goes on, and you tell him what you need and like to hear, he gets better.
Whispering soft praise in your ear after making a clean shot, calling you "doll" and "sweet one", making sure to tell you he appreciates you when you bring him food, water, or grease for his rifle...
"Where would I be without you, my sweet one?"
He's very possessive in public. A part of his body is always touching you--holding your hand, a hand around your waist, a grabbing your thigh when you're both sitting down...he needs the galaxy to know you are his and his only.
He makes sure to say that in your ear each time you're intimate in any way together. Growling it while kissing or having sex, whispering it when you're the little spoon...
Echo x You
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Echo has a hard time believing you have romantic feelings for him. He immediately tells you he feels the same, but also expresses his disbelief.
You know it stems from trauma and body dysmorphia, so you make sure to remind him every single day how handsome you find him, how amazing and sweet he is.
Of course Echo does the same! He isn't afraid to call you "sweetheart" or compliment you in front of the rest of The Batch.
He's a sweet, caring partner, always thinking of you. Sometimes, on missions, he'll surprise you with a random gift--one time it was a flower, another time it was a wood carving from local.
At first, he doesn't want to cuddle, preferring to only hold hands, sit side by side with your legs strewn over his lap. You ask if it's because of the way he sees himself, and he nods.
The day that he finally slips into your bunk, nesting his body behind yours, his chest to your back, you grin. Your sweet Echo finally trusts you completely.
And once he does, he is yours entirely--even more than he already was.
"You're so precious to me, my love."
He constantly has you in his sight and checks on you if you need to do work in the hull while he's needed in the cabin with Tech. Before he walks away, he always presses a kiss to your forehead and caresses your cheek with his hand.
Hunter x You
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He'd be the one confessing his feelings first. Even if you didn't feel the same, at least it'd be off his chest.
When you admit you feel the same, he grins and pulls you into a hug, repeating your name and then pulling back to kiss you.
One time, he tells you to stay on the Marauder with Omega, wanting to keep you safe. When you--and stubborn little Omega--refuse to stay behind, he caves (and never tries again). He can't say no to his girls.
Hunter is a protector through and through, always thoroughly checking you after a mission, almost never leaving your side if you're sick, reminding you to eat and drink if he noticed you hadn't.
He may not make his feelings for you blatantly known like Echo does, but The Batch can see the way he softens talking to or about you, a gentle smile teasing the corner of his mouth.
In private, he will be loving on you nonstop. Spooning in your bunk, gently caressing your body, calling you "baby", "my love," and more.
"I'm always here for you, baby, no matter what."
At a random cantina during a mission, a random stranger walked up to you and started flirting with you, and when Hunter noticed, he saw red.
He came up behind you and pulled you against him, and scared off the person with a threatening glare. Hunter was possessive in his own way, and it can definitely lead to more afterwards...
Tech x You
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You knew Tech struggled to pick up on hints and subtlety, so you asked to speak with him one day in the cabin and told him how you felt in a blunt, to-the-point way.
He was entirely blindsided, and actually put down the project he was working on. You saw a gentle blush on his cheeks as he admitted he felt the same, and had for a while.
Tech has some anxiety about being in a relationship. He explains to you that his struggle with showing affection in conventional ways is a feature of his autism, apologizing as he does.
You shush it away and embrace him, telling him you know how much he adores you and that you adore him entirely.
You and The Batch can see it in the way he looks at you, talks about you , and how he always invites you to the cabin if he's working there just so he can be close to you.
After that, he masks much less around you and starts to share his hidden area of interest--flora and fauna!
He calls you his "precious flower" one day when you're both sitting in the cabin and you give him a kiss.
"You're my precious flower, forever."
Tech slowly becomes more and more addicted to your touch--joining you in your bunk for cuddles, winding down with gentle kisses and his hands on your cheeks--and you can't get enough of his, either.
Wrecker x You
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Like Tech, I think he'd be surprised when you tell him how you feel, but absolutely overjoyed upon hearing it.
He'd always been helpful, but now it was almost overwhelming. He refused to let you move heavy crates even if you insisted you could handle it, and would snatch things off shelves for you even if you were about to grab it.
Wrecker adores how gentle you are, carefully tending to his injuries with soft hands. He always made sure to give your palms a kiss before planting one on your lips--his own way of saying "thank you."
He is a HUGE cuddler. Wrecker insists on you sleeping with him, claiming it's for your protection. The truth is, he selfishly loves the way you curl up and look so small next to him.
On the Marauder, he's careful not to be overly sappy in front of the rest of The Batch, unlike Echo. In private, though, he'll hold you close and compliment you endlessly.
Wrecker calls you his "star," saying it's because you light up his life even when things get dark.
When you tell him that you like the size difference between you two, he bites his lip and sweeps you into his arms and into his bunk.
"You're so incredible, my bright and beautiful star."
Whenever you're uncomfortable or feeling off, Wrecker is instantly by your side and refuses to leave. He'll always do whatever he can to help, whether it's making you laugh or lulling you to sleep.
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stevesjockstrap · 5 months
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#12 for steddie!
things you said when you thought I was asleep… (thank you! 🥰)
It had been a long, loud day with everyone over Steve’s house, celebrating the beginning of summer with a cookout and swimming. Every inch of Eddie felt sore, his skin tight from the sun and the pool. His cheeks hurt from smiling. But he decided he liked all of that.
Steve came out of his bathroom with just a towel around his waist and he tried to catch the gasp that almost punched out of him. “Your turn,” Steve said easy as anything as he crossed the room to his dresser.
Eddie tried not to think about him in the shower. He kept flicking away from the thought of Steve being in this same spot minutes before, naked and wet. Get a grip, Munson. This thing between them had been building quickly since Spring Break, but neither of them had given it a name or talked about it.
They were all so touched starved that it took Eddie some time to figure out the casual touches and cuddles that he received from Steve weren’t normal friendly touches. The way he’d drag his hand across his lower back when he passed, or drop into his lap on the couch during a movie. Eddie had been sleeping here for weeks, in his bed. It started as a way to keep the nightmares away but now…
Eddie showered quickly, forcing himself to focus on the tasks and not the boy outside the door.
He sighed happily from his now accustomed place, wrapped around Steve. In his bed. Steve’s deep breaths puffed against his chest and he couldn’t hold back the small smile on his face. Watching him be host and tie breaker and big brother and momma duck to the kids today had warmed what he thought was a cold dead heart.
Eddie reached a hand out to push hair from Steve’s forehead. Without all the product it was soft and fluffy.
“Please let me keep you,” he whispered, unable to hold it back. Hoping if he voiced it into this quiet perfect moment, it could come true.
“Of course you can,” came the low reply. Eddie froze. Steve didn’t open his eyes but smiled and shifted impossibly closer to him. “If I can keep you, too.”
🖤
Shout out to @nburkhardt ❣️
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uhlunaro · 11 months
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Would you mind writing some hurt/comfort with Leon? Maybe where the reader is badly hurt? Idk im really bad with prompts😭 But id read everything you write🫶🫶
HERE U GO BESTIE!! this is one of my favs ive written and i absolutely sprinted with this prompt so :3
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Rollo, Bjorn and Hvitserk entering the guarded room in Algeciras - requested by anon
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alphystims · 7 days
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Simon Petrikov with Water and Fish for @huntinglove
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