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moooooooonsblog · 1 year

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MHA BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS part 1

Headcannons - gn reader - sfw

characters: Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya

Warnings: cursing (thank you bakugou), not proof-read

(part 1)

Shoto Todoroki

You made the first move

You had to explain to him what falling in love feels like

"So If my heart beats fast and I suddenly feel warm, I'm in love and not sick?"

Took you guys a few weeks to start dating after realizing your feelings

oh but once you were a thing? he wouldn't ever leave your side

running some quick errands? hold on, he's grabbing his shoes

going to the bathroom? he'll excuse himself, follow you and would wait right out the door

you might as well stitch your hips together because where ever you are, he's there to

"Is everything okay, love?"

he calls you things like "darling" and "love"

and oh my god, whenever he does, your heart runs 100mph and you stumble and fumble on your words

he's pretty good at keeping his cool when you call him by your silly names for him, but he'll usually pause with a slight blush on his cheeks before answering

He doesn't mind PDA, but he always keeps it lowkey: holding hands, a quick peck on the cheek, etc

Not so much of the jealous type but if he sees anyone getting TOO touchy-feely with you, he'll just quietly glare flames at that person

"Wait why did that person just suddenly walk away?"

"Maybe he had somewhere to be, love"

he's a bit insecure about his scar with you and constantly needs reassurance that you still love him and didn't suddenly lose feelings

cafe dates and walks in the park

willing to spend all his money on you he spends endeavor's credit card on you

"Oh, that's such a nice house!"

"Okay, let me buy it for you"

"Shoto no-"

Katsuki Bakugou

You had the first move

Hear me out, Bakugou had feelings for you for so so long although it took him a while to realize it because bakagou?? a crush?? no way! what a weakness!

he just ignored his feelings for you, unknowingly made it super obvious to his buddies how he felt

until...

"Hey, I like you, let's go on a date!"

"Ehh?????"

He REFUSED to be asked out first, so he ignored you the first few times you tried to swoon him

A few weeks later he shoved some flowers in your face and very rudely asked you out

"Here. Let's go on that shitty date you wanted" he said very aggressively romantically

once you started dating, you saw a side of bakugou that nobody knew existed

he's shocking super big on physical touch: always draps his arm around you, back hugs, late night cuddles, neck kisses-

All of this happens in private ofc, bakugou can't show that your his weakness! ha! never!

after a while though he lets loose around his close friends and wont mind some affection (he'll glare at them the whole time daring them to say a word"

that given, he doesn't do this "PDA" some extras speak of only if absolutely necessary or you when you really want to

no one can convince me that he isn't the jealous type; anyone who DARES to look your way for too long needs to pray to All Might for protection

"Oi! What the fuck are you looking at, you damn extra?? You wanna die?? Huh??" cue the explosions

He calls you "babe" and "Baby" (super creative, bakugou, really)

he will rather join LOV than admit that he adores the nicknames you give him (although some of them are wack asf)

you like to tease him and get on his nerve

a LOT

"Aww is my boom boom explosion pomeranian boy angry?"

"Shut the fuck up! I'll kill you!"

"Oh noo! Lord explosion murder, please spare me!"

All of 1-a can here the explosions and loud laughing from their dorms

"How does she always get away alive?"

Izuku Midoriya

He confessed to you first

Poor baby is an absolute mess around you, he can't say one sentence without stuttering and turning as red as kiri's hair

Everyone knew he liked you, and quite frankly, you did too

you knew he would want to confess first, so you didn't say anything (you also loved seeing him like this, what a tease you are)

Bakugou finally had enough at whatever the hell was going on and shoved deku right at you and threatened to blow up his all might merch if he didn't get it over with then and there

"Y/N-N.... I like you... a lot-"

"Oh! I like you too! About time you you confessed, don't you think?"

It took him a while to relax into the relationship but once he did, he was 10/10 bf material oh my god!

Sends you good morning and night texts

when you guys go out to eat he always orders a little extra of his meal because he knows that you would want some

He doesn't mind PDA, although he does get a bit flustered

I wouldn't say he's the jealous type, but he will keep a close eye on any person who decide to randomly strike up a convo with you

If he notices the person getting touchy with you, he'll just quietly stand by you and hold your hand and make up an excuse to leave

"Aww did smol might get jealous?"

"W-what? no! I-I just saw an ice cream truck! look!"

he calls you names like "bunny" and "baby" and "honey"

he doesn't stutter much around you anymore, although you do love to tease him

You love to play with his hair and he loves to play with your's

#mha #headcanons #shoto torodoki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoryia x reader #first time writing headcanons #go easy on me please😭

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vvitchynerd · 8 days

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since i didnt get arlecchino

have my rushly drawn c2 lvl 90 son

#his outfit was torture to draw please go easy on me #also to celebrate hitting 36k unbuffed with him today on new boss #akasha system freminet leaderboard WHEN #according to genshin builds no.4 freminet main worldwide and going for first place >:)#genshin impact #genshin fanart #artists on tumblr #my art #digital art #art #freminet genshin #i actually enjoy drawing in this style #my references were so low quality i could count pixels #70+ likes? are you insane?😭🤲

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whumpeteerscrankli · 1 month

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Scientist Whumper has been working on his greatest achievement, a superhuman, for years. Initially, he had no reason for creating and enhancing Whumpee, aside from the usual “Research purposes” that motivated most of his other experiments.

Imagine how ecstatic he is to hear that a high-ranking government official is in need of protection. Imagine how pleased he is to be granted the opportunity to finally give Whumpee a purpose.

#whump tropes #human weapon whump #whump prompt #whumper #whump community #please go easy on me this is my first time giving whump scenarios a shot #english is not my first language either so pardon my grammar #😭#guard dog whumpee #lab whump #experiment whumpee

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skitskatdacat63 · 4 months

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And here is the bull himself >:)

+ lore notes

I was like, ah I should make the shadow something interesting, and then I'm like GIVE HIM BULL HORNS???? OKAY SURE !!!!! I'm glad such thoughts can strike at 7 in the morning....thanks brain. But hehehe I'm glad bcs now this matches up super well with the Nando one!

New ship dynamic: who's the bull and who's the matador :)

I think, in this AU, Fernando is generally pretty fond of Seb when he first meets him. Like "ah yes my very own protégé, very nice, I shall mold him in my image." But then Seb starts veering off that course. Bullfighting is all about being dramatic, but Seb maybe has a bit too much(🤏) flair for the dramatic. This escalation starts while he's still Fernando's assistant but he keeps it generally at bay. But god when he becomes a matador himself, he's just off the rails insane.

Bullfighting, to me, is a sport about reckless endangerment of one's self in the pursuit of drama and performance(its literally described as a tragedy in three acts.) But Fernando thinks Seb endangers himself *too* much, not because he cares or anything, but he's making a mockery of the sport!! Especially when Seb starts doing that bull hand symbol(seen above), Fernando just keeps become more enraged with him, not anything to do with the fact that Seb is threatening his records and threatening his own wellbeing, nah of course not.

Seb's gesture is making a mockery of the sport, he's disrespecting the culture, the very nature of it, blah blah blah. Jenson once asks Fernando, after noticing him seething while watching Seb do his gesture, "Which bull are you really trying to defeat?" One could also describe Fernando and Seb's relationship as a "tragedy with three acts."

Anyways Fernando gets very tied up with this rivalry. Even after suffering a severe injury(I have yet to decide, but y'know mchonda electrocution core), he quickly returns to the sport, loath to let Seb get any more headway. And then Seb gets injured, poor little sweet Seb, and neither of them can handle it. Though I already covered this in my prev lore post 🤭 and I think I put it pretty viscerally there so!! I digress.

They're both matadors, but the bull itself is not the only bull Fernando wants to conquer. Conquer as in death? Hm.

#i love matador au all my homies love matador au #<- its a lot of fun for me to draw and easy to have ref for :) so its like my little comfort drawings #even tho i want to sob every time i write any of the lore down bcs it is so </3 #ah i just like how visceral it is ig #f1 is a dangerous sport but bullfighting is just. such another level of maniacs 😭#ive talked abt this a lot w cofi lmao its just super interesting to me. just the whole mentality and display and culture of it #also just: trajes de luces go brrrrrrr #ah one day ill draw both of them in green suits 🤭🤭#i had a chibi art of this au i was working on bcs i didnt have mental energy for a full thing #or at least i THOUGHT so #ive had the refs for this since 2 wks and im like YOU WILL FINISH THIS bcs i rly liked the pose 😭#so then i just drew for like 5 hours straight. yknow as one does #and wrote this post at uh. 8 am. normal time for one to be drawing and writing. as one does.#WELL ANYWAYS PLEASE ENJOY MATADOR SEB #this au grips me the throat 😭 i rly enjoy it 😭#i have a lot of thoughts ab the au lore itself but also drawing these is very no thoughts head empty <3 #also god side note. pink stockinks. i hated the idea of them at first. but now im like hehe hot pink time 🥰🥰#its crazy how it doesnt clash that much??? i thought it would ruin the outfit but ah they suit everything p well #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #catie.art.#matador au

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crystalsamethyst · 3 months

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I finally finished my mural story...

Rating: Explicit

Summary: During a trip to make some more statues in the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods, Xie Lian finally sees the mural his friends were horrified by and decides his most devoted believer deserves to get what he dreamed of.

It's a bottom Hua Cheng fic and the first smut I've written for this fandom. I hope you guys like it :)

#tgcf #tgcf fanfic #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #bottom hua cheng #sub hua cheng #I'm both proud and shy about this #please go easy on me 😭#this is also the first gay sex I've written in a decade

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myonmukyuu · 5 months

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I made a ship chart and it somehow became really complex and full of drama!!! (template)

#'yupomu looks really complicated' you might say #and you'd be right!#but please perceive lanzhu too I think her situation is more dire 😭😭#im a lover of unrequited love 🥺#im an AZUNA/R3 main so most ships are related to them #im pretty easy with ships otherwise hence the giant orange tier #myon speaks #love live #love live nijigasaki #most of the orange ships are me going 'lmao that'd be pretty funny' and trying to figure out how to draw the line

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arrow-tied-messages · 7 months

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Y'all I got it BAD. I can barely even look at pictures of Pino without feeling flustered and embarrassed 😩😩 and I cannot stress enough how much that does not happen to me with fictional characters. I've genuinely only experienced that with real people (despite the low numero)

He's more than just another attractive fictional character. He's more than just another notch on my hypothetical/fictional belt. HE'S REAL TO MY HEART 😭😭 MY FEELINGS ARE REAL AND I GOT IT BAD

#i dont know what it is about him but oh my god he is so freaking special to me #he's going on the all time love for life list and that is not an easy list to make #ive been a lover of hundreds of fictional men and women since i was 4 years old but only a select few make the all time list.#he really is so special and i dont know whyyyy 😭🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤#damn i sound hysterical but please tell me yall get what im saying lol #lies of p #selfship #self ship #diary

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eddiemunsxn · 2 years

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hi!! can i request something eddie x reader, where the reader used to date billy ( and graduated '85 ) and eddie would constantly say stuff to the reader like "he's not good for you/i'd be better" ? billy's fate totally up to you, but if sticking with canon, maybe the reader is still close to max and visits often which prompts something between them and eddie? thank u!!!

— ramone’s “she’s the one”.

masterlist. / nav.

❰ warnings. fem!reader, small bit of billy x reader (🧎🏻‍♀️lemme live), bit of angst, fluff, make out session

❰ word count. 2.8k

❰ note. billy will move back to california on his own and surf those waves 🫶🏻

1985

A whistle signaled, and the gym court became animated. Shoes scraped the floor, mimicking a colony of mice, and a basketball thumped. It was passed around defensive bodies, and you paid attention to one in particular; shiny as polished copper with sweat.

Billy bent at the knees, focused on who had the ball, and his gym shorts tightened around his strapping thighs.

From behind, someone took long strides down the rows of bleachers, and dropped heavily next to you.

Startled from your staring spell, you looked up to Eddie. Your broad grin was instant, and made your eyes squint up. If only you knew how much your smile had his stomach fluttering, and his heart fumbling with a steady rhythm.

“Jesus,” you exclaimed. “Won’t you ever say hi first?”

“What, and miss that look on your face?” His smile pinched dimples in his cheeks. “And clearly.” He sank down next to you. “You were daydreaming. How else could anyone get through watching a game of balls in laundry baskets besides—” He mimed hanging himself, eyes wide and tongue out.

You raised your brow. “But it’s fun to watch someone you know play!”

“Yeahhhh.” Eddie dragged the word, wincing as he fidgeted with his hands. “I just don’t get it when that someone is a total dick, and.” He rested his cheek against his hand. His rings shone like reflective pairs of animal eyes. “Has doodle dog ass hair.”

“Nooo, his hair is not that bad!”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie stamped his feet, and hopped up to stand in front of you on the lower seat. “Can he do…this?” He mimicked vigorously playing a guitar, headbanging to the rhythm in his head—fluffy hair flying.

Laughter bubbled in your chest, and your head went light with euphoria.

You never laughed this much—this heartily around Billy. He never opened up enough, pushed against the shell of that egg he stayed in; always serious with little playfulness. Like he was too afraid to be what his father accused him of—not manly.

You never held that against Billy, or pressured him to rebel. It was hard for him to be anything but a typical tough guy, but you wished he let you see the real him—who he could be, freely, without Neil. Even in private.

But Eddie…he was always there. Emotionally. Intellectually. For you. He kept promises, spent time with you undistracted, made you feel comfortable when you needed it, did thoughtful things for you, complimented you—sincerely, calling you exactly when he said he would—because your time is important, doing things he knows will make you laugh and smile, god…

Eddie, all the while, admired you as though you were a rare, exotic flower—one just discovered by him, and he wanted to keep you all to himself. You were just too gorgeous to share.

Your laughter, spirited as joyous birdsong, warmed him entirely—like he stepped into the strongest beam of sunlight. And this laughter, these smiles—this pure form of you—were all for him. Not Billy. Now what did that say?

“Look at you.” In disbelief and praise, Eddie indicated to you with his hands. “He doesn’t deserve you.” He let his hands fall at his sides and plopped down, having to look up at you from his lower seat.

“Really?” You wondered aloud, drawing a hand up your arm. “Why is that?”

“First of all.” Eddie held up a closed hand, and unfurled one finger at a time for his checklist. “Dude looks at you like you’re a piece of meat. I never see you laugh around him. He bails on you and ‘forgets’—” Eddie used his free hand to air quote. “—shit. I know, because you tell me.” His voice hardened as he recalled your hurt, saddened eyes; two heavy storm clouds ready to pour. “And…” He winced. “Does he even wear a condom?”

You tried to hide your smile, biting your thumbnail as you playfully bumped his knee with your foot. You were almost too embarrassed to look at him, but his eyes never wavered from you. Never. Not now, not before in all your moments.

“I can be good to you,” he said softly.

He was always saying that. It didn’t annoy you how much he did, but reminded you how he cared. Endlessly.

You looked at him now and your smile broadened. “I know. And you are good to me.”

He looked at you, his soft gaze seeming to say, let me show you how much more good I can be. It was all in his eyes, that secret love, encoded only for you. If only you looked at him long enough to see the sparkling hints. Then maybe you could make out the words he tried to convey.

The coach’s whistle blew, and he announced the end of practice—and the end of Eddie’s time with you.

“See you later, okay?” You grinned, but he knew this smile wasn’t all for him. Your kindness maybe, but your enthusiasm was for Billy.

Why? What distracted you from Eddie? What did Billy have that stole you away every time?

You stood up and moved down the aisle.

At the bottom of the gym bleachers, Billy went to the bench and retrieved his shirt. He looked up to you, and slung the shirt over his shoulder, admiring you taking careful yet lively steps down to him.

Eddie watched you, too, but from afar, and behind. Where he always did.

Standing on the last bleacher step, you towered over Billy, and he regarded you as hands did with their favorite curves of the body—adoringly, needy. He grabbed you, slotting his hands under your armpits, and you braced yourself on his shoulders as he lifted you up—tipping his head back to marvel up at you like a man in prayer below a goddess statue.

You had a fleeting moment where you wished he was Eddie, and it surprised you—poking your stomach with coldness. You tried to suppress it, but Eddie always left some kind of feeling in you, and they lingered like sunspot stains in your vision. No matter how many times you tried to blink them away, the bright spots desperately held on.

No, they seemed to convey. Wait, don’t push us away. You need to see what it means. Just feel us. There’s something between you.

Slowly, Billy set you on your feet, sliding your body down his naked torso. His heat and the feel of his tight, abdominal muscles against you made your heart drum. He gazed at you, eyes heavy-lidded, and tugging his lower lip between his teeth.

Your cheeks reddened as if painted with the blood of rosebuds. Everything suddenly felt off.

Always, somehow, all of you were drawn to Billy—not just your eyes, but your best smiles and laughter. Your blushing body, always touching him.

Eddie deflated. Why he made himself watch you two, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the poetry of a man in love torturing himself. Unrequited love.

He loved you secretly, hopelessly. And he was so full of the silence of this secret that he didn’t know how to break it. He listened to it too much, too often, and found that silence did have a sound. It was loud and ringing—loud with meaning, with everything he wanted to tell you, and ringing with how much he shook from it.

Some days he almost said something to you. Almost. In one of those days, the rest of your lives could have turned out differently if he did. But he didn’t. You were already taken, and he didn’t know what to do about it but wait.

1986

Graduation came, and so did change. It crept up months after, like vines over an unassuming house. They blinded the windows—your eyes, these changes, but yet you saw them coming and didn’t stop them.

You and Billy began to grow apart.

“I need to stop fantasizing about a different life and start figuring out the one I have now. I want to go back to California. Max is safe with her mom now. Neil is gone.”

Billy never did call his father “dad.” As if he deserved the very title.

While he said goodbye at Max’s trailer, your stomach was fuzzy the whole time. Looking at his Camaro—no matter how many times you had seen it, it seemed surreal. You wouldn’t be setting eyes on it for years to come.

It was strange to grow up. Scary. The unknown became the greatest fear of many. More people would change and leave, but one would always be there for you—and he always reminded you of it.

“Score high, Mad Max. And not just at the arcade. I’ll be at your graduation.” Billy laid a hand on Max’s head, playfully rocking it.

She smiled, fixing her ruffled hair. “If you made it, so can I.”

“I had some help.” Billy looked at you from beneath his lashes.

Your smile hid behind your hand as you habitually toyed with your upper lip. You didn’t say anything, and you didn’t have to. Language was in everything, not just in words. It was in the eyes, a smile—even a hidden one.

Billy moved to the Camaro, and opened the door.

“Billy,” you said, letting your hand fall away.

He stopped and turned to you.

“Have fun. And surf those waves.”

The edge of his mouth rose, and he ducked into the Camaro, shutting the door. He stirred the engine awake, the tires spitting up dirt as he left the trailer park. Tracing the curving road out of view, the car’s ebbing growls were consistent with Billy’s maniacal driving.

As the noises faded, Max asked, “You won’t leave, will you?” Worry furrowed her brow.

You and Billy wanted different things, and that was okay. You ended as friends, and you couldn’t have asked for a better, peaceful parting. He was heading into a life he always wanted, and you were staying in Hawkins where something awaited you.

“No,” you said softly, looking across the park at Eddie’s trailer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You stayed close to Max, visiting her often and taking her to and from school. Over the months of drifting from Billy, and these days of him being gone, you began to realize how clear you were feeling—like you had finally peeled away from fog.

You and Billy were distractions for one another. Your relationship was only a very long, one night stand. You were too caught up in constantly chasing that high to notice something real calling for you on the other side of the fog.

But you saw and heard him now. Whenever you were at Hawkins High for Max, you began to seek Eddie out more and more. You’d find him in the crowd from his hyperactive movements and the outstanding, finned, red devil on his shirt.

You had excitement with Billy, but not like this. You wanted to see Eddie every day, yet you were too nervous to. That’s when you knew.

All those feelings you suppressed while with Billy were finally, freely enveloping you—like the smell of flowers when stepping into a spring garden. Refreshing, lively. Real.

Just by looking at Eddie, your fondness grew to the details. You adored his fluffy Van Halen hair, his brown eyes—the color of sunlight through a beer bottle, that dimpled smile of his, even the way he carried himself—animated and carefree.

Eddie saw you, too. He always did. But you were the first to be looking at him now. At last, he was able to hold your gaze, and when you started approaching him first that’s when he knew you were no longer distracted.

He knew when you started coming to his band practices, to watch the campaigns of Hellfire Club, and when you wanted to smoke indica weed with him (which usually led to you falling asleep beside him—you were so relaxed).

Despite knowing Billy was gone, Eddie didn’t want to jump on you right away. He wanted to take his time with you. He had to make sure you felt the same way before he made a move.

And he was headed to Max’s trailer to get that answer now. The sky, punctured with stars, felt like the tiniest breathing holes in the box Eddie mentally closed himself in. Mumbling his rehearsal, which turned into arguing with himself, he tried to ignore his cold, buzzing nerves and to take deep breaths.

“Shake it off, shake it off, shake it off!” He punctuated his words by hopping up and down, and went up to the trailer door. His chest swelled with an intake of breath, and he raised a fisted hand. He almost knocked. Pursing his lips, he shook his fist. “C’mon, Eddieeeee,” he said through gritted teeth, closing his eyes to meditate. “You can do this. You’ll get that diploma and the girl.”

He opened his eyes, and prepared to knock, but was taken aback when you opened the door.

“Eddie?”

He promptly lowered his hand, and began to fidget with his rings. “Hey!” He chastised himself for sounding too enthusiastic. “Uhh, do you wanna…hang out? For a bit?” He winced. “Maybe sit on top of my van—see the stars? Only if you’d like to. My uncle snores, ya know, so…”

“Isn’t it a school night for you?” You teased.

A small smile curved his mouth, and he softened his voice. “As long as it’s you, what’s a little lost sleep?”

You smiled ear to ear, your lips spread thin enough to tease a grin. “Okay.”

Eddie bowed, moving out of your way, arm outstretched for you to go first.

Atop his van, he laid on his back next to you. His shoes bumped yours as he shifted around for a comfortable position, choosing to be your mirror as he touched his side to yours.

Warmth bloomed in you, and you dared not move your arm nor your leg from his.

He layered his hands on his chest, his rings an extra set of shiny stars at the corner of your vision.

You wanted to hold his hand—going as far as to make up excuses to do so, but you were too nervous, and mentally kicked yourself for it.

“So, uh,” Eddie said. “How are you holding up? With Billy being gone? I mean you two were a thing and all.”

“It wasn’t real, though.”

Eddie turned his head to look at you.

“No real dates. Nothing. Just messing around. I guess I tried to make something of it. I liked the attention, and I wanted more, but he wasn’t capable of it at the time. I didn’t see that. Or didn’t want to. But then he left…”

Your heart became more prominent in your chest. You didn’t know why—yes you did. “And things got—” You met Eddie’s eyes, nearly losing your thought process. In the moonlight, his soft eyes glimmered like light striking the edges of a diamond. “—clear.”

“You were always there, through it all, telling me all I needed to hear. But I didn’t listen, and I wasted all that time I could have had with—” A lump in your throat cut you off.

But Eddie was always patient with you.

As if being vacuum-sealed, your body tightened with guilt. “Why’d you stay around when I was with Billy? I pushed you away so much. Why do you like me?”

“Wh—” Eddie exhaled in disbelief. “Why do I like you?” He exclaimed, sitting up. He twisted to face you, leaning his weight on his elbow. Moonlight frosted his puppy-dog face. “Jesus H. Christ, you’re the coolest girl I know! You laugh at my jokes.” He widened his eyes. “And you look gorgeous when you do, by the way. You listen to the same bands I do, you don’t think D&D is devil cult shit—you’re totally a nerd, and don’t deny it!” He tapped your nose, making you giggle and scrunch up.

He continued rambling. “You don’t like the way the rules have been written. Neither do I! And you’re cute when you misbehave, especially in that damn skirt you wear and—” He was talking so fast, practically in sync with your quickly beating heart. “—when your Dio and Ozzy shirts are a little too big on you—Jesus! You’re beauti—”

Unable to hold yourself back from need, you grabbed the guitar pick dangling from his necklace and pulled him down to you. His mouth was already open when you captured it with your own, enabling your tongues to explore the feel of one another.

He supported himself by slapping a hand by your side, his single ring tapping the van’s roof.

You drew your free hand up his neck, pressing the nape to deepen the kiss—to bring him as close as possible, and his nose smushed against yours. His hair tickled your face, and he cupped your cheek, his three rings cool against your skin.

He moved to lay his torso on you, your hearts bumping against one another. His other hand reached down to squeeze your hip before drawing up—tracing the curve of you, brushing over your breast, over your collarbone, and then softly gripping your throat.

In between fervent kisses, you said, “Where have I been—god, you—”

“Waiting for you,” Eddie breathed hard. “I’ve been waiting.”

“I’m here now.”

“And you’re mine.”

#first time writing eddie holy shit please go easy on me😭😭🫶🏻#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson

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ficsforeren · 11 months

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Hey Kana! I've been a fan of your writings since the past year and I just wanted to say I love them and the way you reply to your asks ❤️ I just wanted to ask a question. How do you deal with the hate comments? Like doesn't it hurt when someone questions your writings? I'm kinda a baby when it comes to tumblr and I just received my first hate comment and it felt really bad. I'm really sorry if I'm bothering you. I just felt like you're someone I should consult about this.

Hello, darling! Thank you so much for sending me a message and you're not bothering me at all! I'm happy that you reached out to me! I don't think I'm the best person to seek advice from but I'll try my best to help! It gets a bit long under the cut, I'm sorry 😭

I have received a few hate comments in the past when I just started writing. Some of them were pretty traumatizing ngl and I had to take like a year break because of it 🥲 so I know how you feel and how upsetting it is. I'm so sorry that this happened to you, sweetheart 😭I'm sending you the biggest hug right now. Nobody in the world deserves a hate comment, especially when you're a writer/artist who creates stuff for free.

I just checked your blog to see the hate comment you were referring to (I hope you don't mind 😭) and I saw that some anon was mad because you wrote a smutty fic involving a character that's still a minor in canonverse.

Now, honey, I'm 10000000% on your side because a) it's your fic, your work, your blog, as long as you've put up some warnings, you can write whatever the hell you want. b) you've aged them up in your fics but even if you didn't age them up in your fics, that still doesn't make it okay for these people to be rude and attack you for it cause they're FICTIONAL. These characters are not real people with real life problems, they're literally just a bunch of drawings. That anon is spending their energy defending lines on paper and hurting a real person in the process.

Tbh I feel like this happens pretty often no matter what fandom you're in and I find it super weird that some people are actually upset about this. It's fiction! It's not real! And it's not like you support the stuff that's happening in the story! Like if you write about character A killing someone, it doesn't make you a murderer. It doesn't mean you support the act. If you write about incest, it doesn't mean you want to sleep with your dad or your brother. It's simply just for the plot, to make the story interesting. To share your ideas and be creative about it. And, the most important thing is, you're not forcing these people to read your fics, are you? They decided to read them on their own. And if you already wrote the warnings and they CHOSE to ignore them, that's their fault. It's like you see a bowl of hot peppers and you know they're spicy as hell but you choose to eat them anyway and when your tongue is on fire, you get angry "WHY IS THIS THING SO SPICY" like what????

A message for that anon: When you read stuff you don't like (stuff that someone wrote for FREE, stuff that someone spent hours or days creating it), the easiest thing you can do is just close the tab. Literally it takes zero energy to do it. Don't attack these writers with hate comments. Don't hurt their feelings. You don't know how hard they've worked on the story, their struggles in real life, or how insecure they are about their writing. One bad comment and they might stop writing forever, even when it's something that brought them comfort before. There are millions of other fics out there that you can read. Just scroll away and move on.

#stop! attacking! real! people! over! lines! on! paper!!!!!!#I don't get as many hate comments as I did in the past about my writing these days #they usually just call my writing mid but I know that already LOL #but I remember like a year and a half ago when a few anons bombarded my inbox #calling me names #saying that I'm stupid #some of them even told me to kill myself and that they'll r*pe my family #simply because I don't like AOT's ending and the fact that I prefer Erehisu than... that other ship that must not be named LMAO #it's insane how the internet makes it so easy for people to hurt strangers #“you don't think m****a is best girl??? DIE BITCH”#honey please i can get an eraser or a tipp-ex and turn your best girl into a dot #sit down child go drink your milk #anyway I didn't mean to make this about me sadlfjsdalkf I'm sorry 😭#if you ever need someone to talk to I'll be here okay?#stay strong and take care love ❤️#kana answers stuff

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