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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 6 months

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Are you awake?

《 Eddie munson x fem!reader

《 Summary: Eddie can't seem to sleep.

《 Warnings: choking, unprotected sex, thigh job.

《 Word count: unknown.

A/n: Not proofread. Short little blurb.

18+ minors dni

The day had been long after spending it with your parents in their home. Neither you nor Eddie had expected to be over for that many hours. So when your Mom had offered for the two of you to spend the night, you obviously didn't say no. The trip back to Hawkins would be another couple of hours anyway.

Eddie had been struggling to be on his best behavior. He was. For the most part, he was being good. Until night came around, and you were in nothing but his old Hellfire shirt from high school. Your mom liked to keep old clothes of yours lying around just in case of situations like this. She never realized a lot of the clothing she saved was actually Eddie's from his late night visits that ended up being early mornings of him climbing out of your bedroom window.

"G'night, Eddie." You yawned, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Good night, baby." He slid up closer to your back, hugging you to him with an arm thrown around your middle. Your head tucked under his chin. Your eyes grow heavy as sleep takes over.

Eddie tried to sleep. He truly did. His cock was getting painfully hard and no matter how much he tried to think of anything else it wouldn't go away. He needed you desperately. He promised he would behave, but seeing you in his shirt made his brain short-circuit. It was like he was seeing you naked for the first time all over again. As the night progressed, he finally decided to wake you.

"Eh! Psst! Baby, you awake? " Eddie, shook your shoulder lightly.

"Hmm." Your tired voice groaned.

"I fucking need you." His husky voice whispered by your ear. You felt a hand roaming up your leg.

"Eddie, we can't. This bed sqeaks too much," you whispered over to your boyfriend as you felt him pulling your panties down halfway down your legs. His hand moves back up to go between your thighs.

"Oh!...youre fucking soaked already sweetheart." He purred. You felt his middle finger running up your slit. Instinctively, you lift your leg, giving him more access.

"Was dreamin'." You confessed shyly trying to hide your face in the pillow.

"Yeah? Bout' me?" His fingers still gliding through your wet folds. Getting them nice and sticky with your juices.

You nod, still hiding from him.

"Aww, sweetheart, that's okay. I'm gonna take that ache away. He cooed a smile spreading on his face.

The living room was covered in total darkness except for the street lights peaking in through the curtains. The house was dead quiet except for the humming of the AC. You felt Eddie grinding his hard cock against the curve of your ass.

"Eddie, we can't, though this bed is so loud." You whined. You needed him just as bad as he needed you.

"Then I guess I'm gonna have to go real... real slow." His breath tickled your ear from behind. You felt his hand sneak up your night to pinch at your nipples. He knew that always drove you crazy. You were already getting intoxicated by his touch.

You squirmed in his hold as Eddie brings your back tighter to his chest.

His tip nudging at your wet opening slowly pushing its way in. You moaned a little too loud in the quiet house. Eddies hand moved to quickly cover your mouth.

"Shh gotta be quiet," He whispered in your neck, dropping his hand.

"M'trying." You whined.

You let a deep breath readying yourself for him.

"I know, baby. I know such a good girl." He praised. Something he loved doing, and he knew you loved hearing.

"....fuck you're wet." Eddiegrunted as his cock spreads you open. Your walls hugged around him perfectly.

"God, I can't wait to get you home." His jaw clenched, and nostrils flared. It's taking all of his strength not to just pound into you relentlessly. "G'nna have you screamin' for me."

Eddie gently places a hand to your throat while pushing his cock in deeper. inch by agonizingly slow inch. He pulled your head back to rest in the crook of his neck. His hand never applying pressure, just resting. It was tender but dominant. Making your stomach do flips and your head dizzy.

He pumps inside you softly, carefully. His languid strokes sending you over the edge. Eddies hips grinding on your ass as his cock stretches your walls. You swear you could feel every vein on his length pulsating inside you.

"Fuck fuck go faster." You begged as your becoming a whimpering mess. His hand still placed firmly on your throat.

"You know I can't, baby." Eddie murmured dragging his cock almost all the way out and pushing it back in little by little.

"I really wanna, but I can't." He was trying to go easy. To not make any noise and alert anyone as to what he's doing to you. Your soft, needy voice begging him to just let go was making it so much more difficult.

You bite down on your lip hard, almost drawing blood, trying to prevent another moan. His cock hitting that sweet spot on yours walls just right with every stroke.

The squelching of your pussy from his cock pumping you lazily was the only thing you could hear besides his heavy breathing. The inside of your legs covered in your slick. You were completely drenched for him. Your body covered in beads of sweat.

"I--i wanna cum. " You whispered. You feel that coil in your stomach building as you move one of your own hands to play with your clit.

Eddie takes mercy on you and thrusts his cock in you faster not caring if the bed is making any noise now. He can't keep this up for up for much longer. Your pleading was enough for him. He's always struggled to not give what you need. Even when you were bad for him, he still caved.

"Don't worry, baby, I got you." His voice low and ragged in your ear, causing your skin to prickle with goosebumps.

You continue rubbing tight circles on your sore bud while his cock splits you open. The hand that was once placed gently on your throat now tightened ever so slightly. Your legs shake. Your walls clenching around him. His grunting quietly in your ear. The springs of the old mattress screeching in rhythm to every thrust.

"Be a good girl and cum on my cock. I wanna feel you." He croaked, letting out a shakey breath.

Your release approached you almost too suddenly, and with a few more strokes, you cum around him hard. Your body trembling and writhing against his. Your orgasm ripping through you almost violently making your vision go blurry. No sound escapes past your lips as your mouth hangs agape. The hand on your clit pausing.

"Fuck baby thats it." Eddie groans still pumping you full of his cock as he helps you through your orgasm. "Gettin close too baby."

He pulls his cock from inside you with a loud schlick. You almost cry at the sudden loss, not wanting him to leave.

"Squeeze your thighs together for me jus' a little."

You do as you're told and close your legs back. You felt him pushing his cock between them. His length rubbing against your pussy. Pumping his cock in between your legs his tip rubbing against your sore clit.

Eddies rocking his hips against your ass frantically. His cock sliding on the inside of your thighs. Your juices dripping down your legs helping him pump his cock easily.

You squeeze them just a little more, making him moan louder. "Ooh! Sweetheart."

Every nudge of his tip on your clit causes your body to shiver. He's getting close. His thrusts are getting sloppy. His breathing is erratic, and at this point, he doesn't care if the bed is loud. He just wants to cum. He needs to cum.

"Mmphf! fuck i--im oh shit-." Eddie struggled to speak.

Just a few more long strokes he's spilling his cum all over the inside of your thighs and pussy. Making a big mess in the middle of your legs. Eddie doesn't stop or slow down until he's milked himself of everything he has left. The grip Eddie has on your throat loosens as he calms down.

After a few minutes of silence and just the two of you wrapped in eachothers arms.

"You okay?" He asked rubbing up and down your ark.

"I'm okay." You repled weakly.

He leans up in a panic." You think they heard?"

"Probably." You quietly laugh.

"We're leaving before anyone wakes up."

You don't even have to look back to know his face is red with utter embarrassment.

"Go to sleep, Eddie. I'm going to clean myself off." You moved to stand. Your legs felt like jello, but you're still able to walk. Barely.

"Im gonna smoke real quick." He yawns, stretching his limps.

The following morning, Eddie kept to his word and woke up before sunrise. Your eyes were barely able to register where you were before he's pulling you out the front door and taking you home quickly. Last thing he ever wanted to do was face your parents after something like that. Especially your father. Who made sure to give you a call as soon as he knew you would be walking through your front door. Luckily for your sake, they heard nothing.

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bettyfrommars · 11 months

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Touch my cheek before you leave me, baby//Part 2

gigolo!Eddie x virgin!older!fem!Reader

(part 1)(part 3)

18+Only, mature content, intimacy smut, sweet!Eddie, nipple play, praise!kink, masturbation, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, toxic mother, self-esteem issues, alcohol consumption, implied self-loathing, pet names, implied sex with someone other than reader, paid sex. wc: 4.6k

summary: After that first night together on your 29th birthday when you lost your virginity to gigolo Eddie, he mentions, in his own way, that he'd like to see you again off the clock. Reader is an introvert dealing with self-esteem issues and invites Eddie to be our date for a wedding, but not before he invites us back to his place.

authors note: I never intended this to be more than one part, but it quickly became a favorite, and I had so many requests for more. Who am I to deny us more of sweet, gigolo Eddie?

All of your support means the world, and I very much look forward to your thoughts ❤️

pls no minors beyond this point

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You still couldn’t tell if it was real. When he said he wouldn’t charge you if you ever wanted to meet up again. It felt sincere when he said it, but now, two days later, by the phone with gigalo Eddie’s number in your hand, you were convinced that it was all part of his game. Maybe he was just that good.

He knew everything that would turn you on, everything you needed to hear, right down to the pet names and the missionary style, intimate sex. It had all been in the paperwork you’d submitted. It was nothing but a job to him, and you had totally fallen for it.

Now you felt like one of those idiot, lovesick men at the strip clubs who always believed that the girls were really in love with them after they made eye contact a few times and tipped them for hours on end.

You did your affirmations in the mirror that morning, trying not to look at yourself from the side in the full length mirror and pinch at the parts of your body you thought were gross. Trying not to indulge in the morning ritual of hating yourself.

Even if Eddie had felt some type of real connection with you—which you now highly doubted—how would things progress between the two of you? From what Robin had told your friend Nellie, Eddie was a busy boy. He was a respected gigalo within a 50 mile radius, and his list of regular clients was long; your evening with him was booked a month in advance. On nights when he didn’t have clients, he was practicing with his band or playing gigs, and you were sure he could have any woman he wanted when he performed.

But then the phone rang as you were sitting there right next to it and you jumped, a shriek escaping your throat.

It was your mom, reminding you to pick up the dress for your cousin's wedding the following weekend. You weren’t going to be in the wedding party, but your mother had made it abundantly clear that she didn’t want you to embarrass her with any of the styles of clothes you would’ve picked out for yourself.

She exhaled a haggard breath. “I suppose you still haven’t found a date? There’s a new boy who goes to our church. I think he might even like you, as long as you don’t bring up any of your strange conspiracy theories or serial killer statistics. Wear that special bra I got for you, and put a little makeup on. Men like women who try to look nice for them.”

You wanted so badly to let your mother know that you’d recently paid for a gigolo to take your virginity, just to hear the horror and panic in her voice. You were already a disappointment to her, why not put a cherry on top?

You put Eddie’s number on the table and stared at it while she talked. “Actually,” you took a stiff swallow that felt like a marble in your throat. “I do have a date. For the wedding. His name is Eddie.”

You relished the silence of shock at the other end. “Oh? What does this Eddie do? Not another jobless musician like the last boy you had a crush on, I hope?”

You winced at the way she brought it up. Almost a decade ago, you had a crush on the brother of one of your friends, that is until you overheard him refer to you as “creepy”.

You knew she’d never drop it until you told her something; what a person did for a living and their social standing was very important to your mother. “He’s, um,” you looked around, eyes landing on one of the cassette tapes on the shelf for the band Mike and The Mechanics.

“He’s a mechanic,” but you knew that wouldn’t be good enough. “He, uh, runs his own auto body garage.” The lie—the fact that you even had to lie—made you squeeze your eyes shut.

She of course asked what the name of his garage was, and you told her he was from out of town and only coming in for the wedding. She started badgering you with more questions and you lied and told her someone was at the door of your apartment and you had to go, hanging up the receiver before she could protest.

A few hours later, after listening to music on full blast in your headphones and nearly pacing a hole in the carpet, you cracked open the nerve to call Eddie.

Your blood ran freezing cold as it rang on his end, and you glanced at the clock: it was just after 8:00pm. You’d purposely waited until it was later in the evening, praying that he’d be with his band or with another client, and then you could leave him a message on his machine. You were banking on this, actually. If he picked up and you heard his voice, you’d probably hang up on him.

As luck would have it, you did get his answering machine. Nervous as all hell, your voice was a tad squeaky at first, but then you cleared your throat.

You decided you would present the invitation to be your date to the wedding as a job, one you would pay him for. You let him know you’d had a great time the other night, and then made sure he had your phone number, and that you would TOTALLY understand if he was already busy that weekend. You were about to hang up when you realized that you’d never said exactly who you were, and so you blurted your name out at the last minute, but it was too late because the recorder beeped and cut you off.

You went to bed that night convinced you would never hear from him again.

Much later that night, after a long day, Eddie grinned down at the answering machine the second he heard your voice—he knew it was you right away. He’d been thinking about you nonstop since that night you’d been together, but he never expected to hear from you. He worried that he had put you on the spot when he said you wouldn’t have to pay him, and it had probably made you uncomfortable. Flirting on the job was not something he had done before and it was very unprofessional of him. At the very least, he needed to apologize to you.

But there you were, calling him this soon as if you’d been thinking about him too.

He tucked his hand in his armpit and nibbled at his lip when you asked if he was free this weekend to go to a wedding with you.

His heart skipped a beat. He was thinking something more along the lines of dinner and a movie, but, sure, he would be your date—he had a tux. He’d have to reschedule one of his regulars, but she would understand. Other guys might’ve seen that as getting too serious too quick, but not Eddie. He hadn’t had a girlfriend, or even been on a date that was not work related in over a year. Women weren’t interested in taking a gigolo home to meet their parents. They wanted his cock in all of their holes, but none of them ever wanted to know how his day went or what his dreams were.

“So, just let me know…” you continued in the message. “...if you’re available, and how much would you charge for something like that? I’d totally understand if…”

Damn it, he cursed to himself, sucking air in the side of his cheek. He thought that invitation was sounding a little too good to be true.

All the same, he called back the next day and left a message while you were at the local grocery store where you worked as an assistant manager, letting you know he’d be honored to be your date, and to tell him the where and the when.

But he did not give a price, and the omission was not lost on you.

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You were so nervous, you could puke.

But it was still a day before the wedding, and you were in attendance at the post-rehearsal dinner at Enzo’s. Although you were not going to be in the wedding, your beautiful, outgoing sister Judith was, and you weren’t entirely against a dinner paid for by your uncle at one of the fanciest restaurants in town.

You were feeling the buzz of the wine and trying to play wallflower as the other four people at the table, including your sister and three of her friends, engaged in lively conversation and shared exaggerated stories from their college years. You were sitting back in your chair, offering a chuckle to something that was just said, when you looked across to the main entrance and saw Eddie coming through the door.

You were only looking in his direction for maybe five seconds before you looked away, but it felt like an hour. There was an ocean in your ears as your heartbeat soared and your brain scrambled to make sense of what was going on.

He looked particularly beautiful. Hair worn down, framing his face, a crisp white button down, allowing for the dark designs of his chest tattoos to show, sleeves rolled up at the elbows, exposing his defined forearm muscles and tattoos.

Eddie was not alone.

Next to him, holding onto his arm, was a very pretty woman. Shoulder length, brunette hair brushed back from her face, flawless skin, tight black dress and gold jewelry. She might have been mid to late thirties, much shorter than Eddie. They appeared to be very cozy as they stood waiting to be shown to their booth, and when she turned to ask him something, Eddie answered, and then kissed the back of her hand.

You snapped your eyes back to the table, twirled the stem of your wine glass a few times, and then lifted it to your lips for a generous gulp. Everyone at your table was just tipsy enough to not notice how flustered you got, cheeks blooming red hot.

Eddie saw you while he was escorting Lana to their table, but he wasn’t sure if you had seen him yet or not. This was his fifth “date” with Lana. Her husband passed away four years ago, and she’d decided that she’d never love another man again as much as she’d loved him, so she didn’t want any romantic attachments. What she wanted was a man to take care of her once in a while: escort her to dinner, treat her like a lady, hold doors for, and then let her suck him off so he could cum on her tits the way her husband used to do. He wore her husband's Old Spice aftershave and called her “Sugar” which had always been his nickname for her.

He needed to focus on Lana, but as the waiter handed over the wine menus, Eddie kept glancing in your direction. It'd been a week since the two of you had been together biblically, and he’d really been missing your face, more than he could even admit to himself. He found himself drawn to you chemically in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a teenager.

You shot him a look over your wine glass, and he lifted his fingers in a small wave, but you ducked your head and tried to hide behind whoever was sitting next to you.

If anyone there recognized him tomorrow at the wedding, and happened to connect the dots that he was with another woman on a date the night before, that would be bad. He made a last second decision to switch places with Lana in the booth so that his back would be to the people you were with, in an effort to hide his identity.

“I think it’s time for me to go home,” you announced to the table, getting to your feet as you said it.

Your sister protested. “But, we just got here? One more drink?”

You fumbled so fast for your jacket that your chair fell to the ground. Even over the Italian music and plentiful conversations, everyone turned to look, including Eddie, and then you were rushing to get out of the restaurant, bursting into the fresh air and hurrying down the sidewalk.

Down at the corner of the building, you were catching your breath and feeling stupid as hell, when you realized Eddie was coming toward you with his hands in his pockets. He had waited a few minutes, but eventually followed.

“Hey,” he said, catching up to you after a few slow, deliberate strides. “I hope I didn’t make anything weird for you in there.”

You covered your eyes with your hand. “No, I’m the one who made things weird,” you told him. “I’m just not a fan of crowds. I think I got a little claustrophobic.”

“I know what you mean,” Eddie had his head down, shuffling his foot, and you noticed how different his demeanor was when he wasn’t “working”.

You huffed a laugh. “You’re a natural with people, what are you talking about?”

“Maybe I just play a good game,” he lifted his eyes to meet yours, chin lowered. “On the inside I spend plenty of time curled in a ball in the corner, I promise you.”

A car horn blared in the distance, and then Eddie spoke again. “You look really pretty tonight,” his hands stayed in his pockets, but he gestured with his elbow. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Of course,” you said quickly, praying he hadn’t suddenly changed his mind. “I mean, if you still want to?”

“Of course I want to, sweetheart,” he cocked his head, but then he gestured toward the restaurant. “I need to get back in, I can’t leave her hanging.”

You started to speak nervously, something about “oh yes sure go ahead absolutely okay goodnight” as you walked away, but then he caught your arm.

He searched your face in the dark shadow of the street corner. “Are you…busy later? Like, in a couple hours?”

Your heart tightened at the urgency of his question. The way his eyes settled on you, they were full of desire, and you couldn’t remember the last time anyone gave you all of their attention like that.

Eddie was really taking a chance with this one. What woman in her right mind would want to spend time with him right after he’d been intimate with someone else? This is where any dating situation he ever attempted came to a screeching halt. He went home lonely more often than not.

Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his beautiful neck, letting the gravity of what he was asking you sink in. “Won’t you be…tired?”

He brushed his knuckles across your cheek. “Not too tired.”

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He called from the payphone at Enzo’s and left his address on your answering machine, just like he said he would, and so there you were, in your car in the driveway of the adorable light blue house he shared with a friend named Steve, who was supposedly also in the gigolo business. Steve was out of town for a few days, though, and inside your head you were screaming; you couldn’t believe this was happening.

It was one of the better maintained houses on the block; lawn perfectly mowed and trimmed, a flower bed with purple pansies along the sidewalk. There was the husk of an old muscle car in the garage though, and an engine weeping oil on the pavement. The lie you’d told your mother wasn’t too far off, and a grin kicked up one side of your mouth thinking about how Eddie’s strong hands had some black stains in the crevasses from working on cars, even though he scrubbed them constantly.

Eddie had no idea what he was doing. The good thing about being a gigalo was that he could control the atmosphere and the outcome: he never had to worry about getting hurt because it was just a job.

You could tell he’d just come out of the shower when he answered the door in a plain white tee and jeans exposing the tattoos on his arms, hair wet down his shoulders, skin warm and soft when he hugged you in the doorframe.

The hug lingered, and when you stepped back, your chin was down, your eyes trying to avoid him at all costs. Sure, you wanted to be there with him, but also, your body was in fight or flight mode. You could hear your mother’s voice in your head then, telling you there’s no way a guy as good looking as Eddie would be interested in a girl like you. She’d insist he was using you for something.

“Hey,” Eddie caught your chin and brought your attention back to him. He ran a thumb across your mouth. “I’ve been dreaming of these lips.”

It made you snort a laugh, and Eddie laughed too, squeezing one eye closed. “Sorry, was that too cheesy? Occupational hazard.”

“I like cheesy,” you beamed, parting your lips to accept his kiss, opening your mouth to take him deeper, working your hands up the front of his chest over his shirt. You tried not to think about the woman he’d been with just an hour earlier, and the things they’d possibly done together. If he could accept you and still find you desirable, even when you didn’t even like yourself, you were willing to have an open mind about his profession. At least for now.

You found out he had an episode of Elvira’s Movie Macabre on the TV, and told him it was one of your favorites. This made Eddie like you even more. He sat back on the couch, legs long, and beckoned for you with a few eager flaps of his wrist to come and sit flush with your back against him. “This is what I needed,” he said as you got comfortable between his legs. He kissed the side of your head, intertwined the fingers of one of his hands with yours, and you could barely concentrate on the show with the way his closeness made your pussy pulse.

“Is this okay?” He whispered. Both of his thumbs slid down the front of the blouse you were wearing to graze the hard nubs of your nipples, while he kissed the outer ridge of your ear.

You could only make a needy purr in the back of your throat, pushing against him at the need for more.

“Are your nipples this hard just for me, sweetheart?” He hushed, nuzzling your ear. You squirmed a bit more, nodding, exposing the side of your neck to greet his mouth. He unbuttoned your shirt and pulled down the front cups of your bra to pluck at your tender buds, making you whine. He found your pulse point on your throat and sucked there, continuing to work your nipples in a way that had your underwear immediately damp with arousal.

“You getting wet for me so I can taste how good I make you feel, baby?”

Indeed, your body was letting him know loud and clear that this is what it wanted.

He licked his fingers to wet your nipples, and you felt like you might be able to cum from his finger twisting alone. You undid the zipper on your trousers and sank your fingers into the wetness there, working your slippery clit. You slid your digits down a little further and dipped them into your hole; it gripped around you, begging to be filled.

“Let me taste it,” he told you. You presented your two glistening fingers up and he sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean, making you tremble at the way his tongue flicked between them.

“Keep touching yourself,” he encouraged, milking and twisting your nipples with a bit more force now that they weren’t as sensitive, causing zings of pleasure to rock through your body.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, finding your clit again, working your wrist. “You’re going to make me—”

But then it was already happening, a pop of velvet streamers liquified at your core, pulsing, throbbing, making you go blind for a second.

Eddie’s cock bucked hard against his denim. You turned to kiss him in the aftermath, and he slid out from under you to get on his knees, pulling your pants off the rest of the way.

“I need to taste it,” he breathed, hiking your knees up over his shoulders so he could bury his face and lick you clean, lapping up your gift, groaning and rocking forward on his knees as he did so.

You grabbed onto his hair. “You like how hard I cum for you, don’t you baby?”

You were learning to be more verbal, and it made his hips twitch against the couch, he wanted you so bad. Once he devoured the sweet nectar of your cum, he worked his way up your body, kissing your breasts, and then finding your mouth. He sank two fingers into your aching hole, and your pelvis flexed eagerly up to meet his hand.

“Hey,” he brushed his lips over yours, hovering there. “I don’t ever go down on...clients,” he admitted to you, eyes finding yours, fucking his fingers slowly in and out, curling them up once they were deep inside of you. “You are special, I just thought you should know.”

“I like knowing that,” you said with a quiver in your voice, holding his face. “I want you inside of me.”

There was a condom in his wallet and he helped you guide it onto his cock after he pushed his jeans down, every bit the teacher. You slid your shoulders down the couch, legs spread wide, exposing all of your holes for him. Gripping your hip, he teased the tip at your entrance, eyebrows pinching together at the sensation.

“Without a condom, I’d probably blow a hole through you, baby, you’ve got me so hard.”

Your pussy was soaked, dripping from your folds down the condom on his cock. “You’re the only one I want inside of me,” you were merely stating a fact, but it was just what he needed to hear, and he rose up on his knees, pulled your ass a bit further off the couch, and buried himself balls deep with a hard gasp.

He leaned forward to brace his forearms on the cushion at either side of your head, kissing you, thrusting in a few times as deep as he could go, skin smacking, your wetness now shimmering on the curly hairs at the base of his cock.

You were amazed at how your body knew how to respond, even though you had absolutely no clue what you were doing. Bucking your hips up to meet him was your favorite, and then every now and then, he’d swivel his hips, holding your legs out.

“That was a fancy move,” you breathed against his lips.

“I save all my fancy moves for you, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

He brought his thumb in to play with your clit. “I want you to cum with me.”

You didn’t know if that kind of tandem miracle was possible, but you were willing to try. You brought your fingers in to work your slick juices over just the right spot, and Eddie sat back to watch you. He was observing and taking notes.

“You stretch me out so good,” you whined, getting into the swing of things, swiping your fingers faster, not phased at all by the way the parts of your body you hated were all hanging out for him to see.

“Shit,” Eddie bucked. “You’re gonna make me cum right now if you talk like that.”

“You’ve ruined me for everyone with your big cock, baby,” you continued. “No one will ever fill me up like you do.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, holy shit,” Eddie cried out.

You could feel the peak approaching but then Eddie pushed in a bit too eagerly, and his cock slipped out and dove up into the folds of your pussy.

“Oh, fuck, right there,” you called out, clutching his shoulder, begging him to work the head of his cock on your clit.

“Fuck baby fuckkkkk,” he hissed, thrusting his hips, fucking your folds with the underside of his cock. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

And then, it was you who was cumming, babbling, riding the wave as Eddie cock dipped back inside, needing to feel like he was pumping it inside of you, worshiping you from the inside with his seed.

In the aftermath, his head lowered, hair hanging down, he enjoyed the slip of your cum, feeding you the shaft a few more times.

Eddie was about to pull you against him to watch Movie Macabre for real this time, but when you came out of the bathroom, you were fully dressed with your bag over your shoulder and a distinct look of goodbye on your face.

“I should get going,” you announced, picking at some loose skin around your cuticle.

Eddie stood from the couch, fixing himself, making sure the zipper was up on his jeans. He didn’t have a shirt on, exposing the cut lines at his hips and trail of hair below his belly button.

“Sure, sure, um,” he looked around, hands on his hips. “You don’t have to go. I mean, you could even stay here, if you wanted. I could set my alarm if you have to get up early.”

You wondered what he charged for overnight stays. Would you receive a bill on Monday for two full days worth of gigolo time? You had no idea what his rates were, and you still knew you couldn’t afford it. The voices in your head were telling you what a gullible, cock drunk fool you were. While in the bathroom, you realized that everything he said was way too good to be true. No man had ever wanted you this bad, nor would they ever. A part of you was even harboring some anger towards him for being deceitful and making you feel things you’d gone 3 decades without.

“Thank you,” you cleared your throat. “For this. I have a big day tomorrow, so,” and then you turned without another word, headed for the door.

Eddie hustled after you. “Okay, so, I’ll pick you up at your place tomorrow, yeah? We’ll go together?”

“Actually,” you gave him your profile. “I think it would be better if you just met me at the venue.”

“If that’s what you want,” he said quietly. He was having a hard time reading you. “I’ll be there.”

“Okay, thanks again,” you said in a rush.

“Hey, wait—-” but you were already out the door and hurrying down the driveway to your car, afraid to look back.

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Thank you for reading!

#gigalo Eddie #touch my cheek before you leave me baby #sweet Eddie #gigalo!Eddie #Eddie munson #Eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #gigalo eddiemunson #Spotify

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 7 months

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Paper rings 🩷

Jason Todd x singer!reader

A/N: I have to be honest, half of this is cat content ngl. This is based off the song by T. Swift :) Catdad!Jason is real because I say so. I geeked out and somehow love for greek mythology always find its way into my Jason fics idk

Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Prompt: reader is a singer who writes a song for Jason. How does he react?

Requested by: 🌙 anon

Warnings: fluff all around! Cute kitty moments, the concert parts may be all wrong idk what I'm doing lmao

Word count: 1.8k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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You let out a sigh as you got into your car. It had been a long day in the studio, recording new songs for your latest album. Your throat hurt, but you were happy with the progress you had made today. Starting the car, you made your way home to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Jason.

It was his birthday soon, and you'd planned a little surprise, not only for him but for your fans as well. You had written him a song, one that would be on your newest record. You smiled only thinking about it, you couldn't wait to pull off this surprise.

The show you were performing tomorrow in Gotham was no ordinary one. You'd called it the "Jazz on Special", which was just a a play on Jason. Your lovely, yet sometimes a little daft lover had not gotten the hint. Good.

He always attended your concerts, watching from backstage, giving his support. The moment you stepped off stage, he was immediately one you, showering you in compliments and kisses, telling you how proud he was of you.

So you figured this was the least you could do to show your appreciation for him. You wanted the whole world to know how much he actually meant to you, scream it into the crowds. So that's excatly what you were going to do.

Unlocking your apartment door, you stepped in, dropping your keys in the little dish right by the entrance. You could hear footsteps the minute the door closed. Jason came towards you, with a big smile and open arms. "How was your session today, Baby?" He asked, wrapping you in his strong and comforting arms. You snaked your arms around his waist and hid your face against his chest. "Was really good. My throat is sore though, I need some tea." You mumbled, letting a content sigh to be in his arms. He placed a kiss to the top of your head.

"I'll make you some, got get comfy, okay?" He said softly, stroking your hair. "Thanks, Jay," you replied, slipping from his embrace with smile. You went to put on a change of clothes. You did wear comfortable clothes to your recording sessions, but you had to dress it up at least little bit with some jewelry. It probably wouldn't be the best look to show up to work in your kitty PJs.

After having changed into said kitty PJs, you plopped down on the couch next to Jason and your cat, Nyx. She was a black stray with a white streak on her forehead. You'd picked her up from a local animal shelter, you just couldn't resist her cute little white paws that made her look like she wore socks and the fact that she matched Jason. It was supposed to be his Christmas gift one year, but you just couldn't keep her to yourself.

Although you got her for Jason, he insisted you name her, his reasoning being that she got her looks from dad so her name should be from mom. And yes, you do treat her like your child. You named her Nyx, after the greek goddess. She was the first, daughter of Chaos, night incarnate. You thought that it fit, with Jason being the protector of Gothams street at night. And in a way, you were grateful to her, to Mother Night, for holding Jason safely in her dark yet loving embrace.

"Nyxieeee!! There you are my sweet girl! I missed you SO much, yes I did," you beamed in a high pitched baby voice, scratching her face. You stole her off Jason's lap, making him huff. Taking her into your arms, you placed overly dramatic kisses on her tiny head. She didn't seem to mind, though, rubbing her cheeks against your hand and purring. Jason's face softened at the sight.

You looked so precious like this, the cat curled up in your arms as you cooed at her. You'd be a little embarrassed about your habit of talking to animals in a baby voice if Jason too, wasn't guilty of it as well. He put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. "You know, technically that's my cat," he said with a smirk on his face. You shot him a glare.

"Technically, you wouldn't have her without me and you asked me to be her mom. She's my child too, Jason!" You responded playfully. He threw his head back, laughing. "I guess she is, huh. Thank you for being the mother of my furrbaby." He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It's my absolute pleasure, baby."

You were getting sleepy, your eyes unvoluntarily fluttering shut ever so often. Nyx was curled up on your lap, peacefully snoozing away while Jason was intently watching whatever was playing on the TV. You took a sip of the tea Jason had so lovingly prepared for you. Setting the mug back down on the coffee table, your gaze shortly fell on Nyx and- wait

You had to do a double take. She had one of her small paws reached out towards Jason who was gently holding it and without paying much mind, softly stroking his thumb over it. Your heart was about to explode. Your lips were slightly parted and your eyes were wide, looking at Jason completely bewildered. He noticed your stare, turning his head towards you with furrowed brows.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked, the question slightly muffled by the hand that was supporting his head. "That's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen," you mumbled, the shock pretty evident in your voice as you gestured to his huge hand that was ever so softly caressing Nyx's comparably tiny paw. His eyes softened.

"It is, isn't it? The first time she did it I was practically shaking from excitement," he laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. Your brows shot together. "What do you mean 'the first time'?! Has she done this before? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?!" You yelled in disbelief. How dare he keep something so precious from you.

"Sorry, Baby."

"Unbelievable."

Today was the day. The day you would pour your heart out in front of Gotham. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. The blood in your veins was at boiling point and you were seconds away from a panic attack. Fiddling with the two colorful paper rings you had made for today, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. This was fine. You were fine. You've literally done this hundreds of times. But would Jason like it? God, you hoped he would.

Before you could overthink more, you heard your cue through your earpiece and it was showtime.

The 'normal' part of the concert went well, you performed some of your best songs, the crowd was amazing and it was overall an incredible night. You'd talked to your fans a little on stage between songs, receiving some nice little gifts here and there. Flowers, plushies as well as a bra was thrown on stage. Well that was a first. Not that you complained, you were rather flattered, actually.

It was nice to know that you had the ladies on your side. Jason, who was watching from backstage, almost keeled over with laughter when he saw you pick up the under garment, completely bewildered. He would never let you live this down.

"Alright, Gotham," you said breathlessly, "before our lovely night comes to an unfortunate end, I have prepared a little something. Not only for you, but also for my special someone, who might or might not be here today," cheering could be heard from the audience as you fixed your earpiece and chuckled breathlessly into the microphone.

Singing and jumping around stage sure was a work out.

"This is a song I've not shared publicly, as it is from my new album, but I thought I'd make a little exception for all of you and at the same time be the best girlfriend and make the coolest birthday present ever!" You laughed. The moment you mentioned that it was a new song the crowd absolutely lost their shit. You don't think any of your concerts have ever been this loud. Your eardrums nearly burst at the sheer volume of teenage girls screaming their souls out.

"Here's Paper rings. This is for you, Jason." You said with a smile on your face. The music started playing and it's like all your worries faded away. You'd been waiting for this moment for weeks, to finally share this song and your love for Jason. As you sang the lyrics, a compilation of cute and silly pictures of you and Jason ran over the huge screen behind you. Some were of you and Jason in a face mask, others were of Jason cuddling with Nyx. You occasionally glanced over to Jason who was doing his best to hold back his tears with the biggest smile on his face. Your heart swelled at the sight.

With the last bit of music fading out, you finished the song and bowed. The picture remaining on the screen was of you and Jason kissing with a sunset in the background. A heart was drawn around it. The minute the last words left your lips, Jason was storming on stage, showering you in kisses. He held you tightly against him, peppering kisses all over your face. His actions made you giggle into the microphone and the crowd went wild. The security guards were really struggling by this point.

You grabbed Jason's hand and slipped one of the two paper rings on his finger, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. The dam broke. There were happy tears rolling down his cheeks as he continued kissing you. Managing to pull away, you addressed your fans one last time. "Thank you, and Good Night, Gotham!"

You squealed when Jason unexpectedly picked you up bridal style and whisked you off stage, your head thrown back in laughter. It was safe to say you were on the front page of the Gotham Gazette the next day.

Jason was talking his heart out on the way home, talking about how much he loved it and how much he loved you. You were listening patiently, holding his hand while a big smile was plastered on your cheeks.

Now, you found yourself in the familiar spot on the couch, Jason's arms wrapped around you with little Nyx making biscuits on your thigh. "I have one question for you, though," you said, turning your head to Jason. "What is it?" He replied softly.

"How the fuck did you not get the play on your own name?"

"Oh, shut up." He pouted, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a soft laugh.

"I love you too, Baby."

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#bumblebeesfromvenus #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood #batboys x reader

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liquidstar · 2 months

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SEASON 3 TRAILER DROPPED HERES MY THOUGHTS (LN spoilers)

BROTHER AND SISTER OF ALL TIME THEYRE SO CUTE <3 love seeing how their relationship has progressed from beako literally throwing him out a window for stuff like this to her happily playing along its so so so so so cute. genuinely just one of the cutest and sweetest dynamics in the series

hi ram roswaal and fred :) this is probably all we're going to really see of you guys this arc lol

JOSHUA REAL!!!!! but not for long (also otto in the bg foreshadowing all the drinking hes about to do this arc. hes so stressed. poor emilia is trying her best)

julius looks so babyfaced here? they really emphasized his long eyelashes just like subaru has been on about every time he mentions him. they better include the scene where he checks him out, like, if they dont animate subaru looking dead at this mans ass im going to riot

i LOVE this shot of ana. you can really tell shes up to some corrupt capitalist bullshit as we speak. love her for that. wish i had this pic when i made that one money game anastasia video

the red dress actually does look really good on crusch like it compliments the green hair really well but also the crusch we know would not walk around in such a thing so its like. damn looks like the "memories are an important part of identity" story thinks memories are an important part of identity. who knew.

ALSO LOVE FELTS NEW LOOK SO MUCH! the only complaint is i felt (felt lol) like the red brought out her eyes more but the blue also looks cool. three primary colors all being used looks nice too

whatever who cares about all that THE CUNT!!!!!!! THE CUNT IS HERE!!! I CANNOT WAIT FOR ALL THE DRAMA SHE CAUSES TO BE ANIMATED FOR REAL

no fucking way... did they actually...

THEY DID! THEY CENSORED THAT HORRIBLE FUCKING DESIGN OH MY GOD. SHES WEARING SHORTS AND JUST A CROPPED SHIRT. AND CHAPS I GUESS? BUT ALSO A LITTLE SKIRT CAPE SO NO ASS SHOTS... THIS WILL MAKE WATCHING THE SEASON SO MUCH MORE TOLERABLE. i mean not perfect but STILL.

photos taken seconds before disaster lmfao. i still love how chin thinks subaru is a freak and weirdo for being so buddy buddy with him after he and his buddies mugged him. twice. (even more times from subarus perspective. hell he stabbed subaru once) genuinely cant wait to see more of this dynamic its so stupid.

THE FUCKING CUNT!!!!!! also the apples lol

oh you poor thing. you have no idea what next level family drama bullshit awaits. good luck. get ready to kill grandma AGIAN lol

:'( emilia still misses her terrible cat dad and its kinda sad when you know were not getting a resolution on that here either. they both look so sad :(

i cannot wait for garf mommy issues round fucking 2.

THIS CRAZY BITCH!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THIS CRAZY BITCH ANIMATED. I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW THEYRE PORTRAY HER MANNERISMS. ESP W HOW WILD PETELGEUSE WAS ANIMATED IN S1. REAL LOONY TOONS BULLSHIT. AND HER POWERS ARE ALSO SOOOOOO MUCH COOLER I CANT WAIT

NO MORE DRESSES FOR CRUSCH YAY

he fucking bit it. yeah i guess thats what dogs do tho.

YOU. DIVORCE MAN. KILL YOURSELF. SLASH SERIOUS.

the empathy powers will have a glowing eye effect. very cool but i hope they dont show it too much in the first scene bc like in the LN i think its cooler if you dont know why everything is so... Wrong.

i dont rly have anything to say i just think ferris looks cool covered in blood. imagine being healed here like doctor catgirl will see you now

emilia be nice. that crazy bitch might be your mom. just like how the previous crazy bitch was in fact your dad.

THEY CHANGED UP CAPELLA'S DESIGN TOO honestly tho her being sexualized makes sense w a lot of the themes (the way its intentionally meant to be perverse and gross in a way explicitly stated) so i didnt mind as much and she still IS here but. this is still an improvement imo just a better outfit looks cooler. bug.

NAUR I DONT WANNA WAIT... OCTOBER.... AUGH

#re:zero #very excited even the things that i was the most unexcited abt and made me wary to watch have been fixed a bit yippeeee

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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WIBTA if I canceled my wedding or at least change the plans I already agreed to?

So I (26M) got engage to my boyfriend (28M), we’ll call him John, about 4 weeks ago. We’ve been together for the past 5 years.

To provide some context, John and I come from different backgrounds, he grew up in a upper middle class urban and very progressive family, I come from a middle class/lower middle class rural family. I have one twin brother (26M) and one sister (17F) and my mom and dad. They all are very involved in the local community and their church and basically everyone in my family is very religious (but my sister). I always was a good student growing up, so naturally about 9-10 years ago, I left my hometown and move to the big city about 4h away to study. I have been out to my family for about 3-4 years now, and while I wouldn’t say they are supportive, they are not homophobic either. Mostly we don’t talk about it and just pretend like there’s nothing. I’m pretty happy with this situation because I know of so many people who were just rejected by their family, so I feel lucky they are still here for me.

So anyway, back to the wedding, John really wants to have a big wedding where we would invite everyone in our families and friends, just like his siblings had (he has 5 brothers and 2 sisters) and since I’ve been to 2 of his brother’s weddings and enjoyed them a lot, I agreed that this is the kind of wedding I wanted.

Then I called my mom to tell her about the engagement and the wedding, but she told me that, she doesn’t want to be rude, she’s truly happy and proud of me, but that her, my dad, brother and sister wouldn’t attend because that would be too much for them. (I also suspect that they’re afraid that people in my hometown will learn about it and start talking). My sister later reached out to tell me she was saving her allowance so she could come.

I told John about the decision of my family not to come to the wedding and he gave me the look (queer/lgbt people out there, you know THAT look) and was visibly upset. Later we went to play soccer with 2 of his brothers (that I’ve actually known for longer than John) and we talked about it. I explained that I was kind of bummed out to have to do all the wedding stuff without my family (especially my bro) like choosing the tuxedo etc. of course they both gave me the look, then they told me it was non sense that I wasn’t gonna do it alone, and that they would do it with me, because after all after all these years I was like one of the brothers. Later that day also, john’s dad called to tell me how sorry he was, and that I he would also do all the wedding stuff with me and the brothers, and that John would rather have his mom with him for that anyway. That was really sweet of them and I thanked them all (and kind of agreed to it?).

Last weekend, we were discussing the guest list for the wedding with John, (we won’t get married before next summer but apparently you gotta do these things super early), and John told me he already told his whole family (that’s like 45 people) and his childhood friends (around 30 people) and they were super excited to meet me (for those I don’t know). This is the moment I became very uncomfortable about the wedding, because I’m gonna have like 10-15 people with the +1, all friends that I made as an adult and no one from my family or my childhood. I also realized that I was gonna spend my wedding day getting the look from EVERYONE we know and this is just not something that I want.

Now I’m thinking of canceling the wedding because I know this is gonna be a terrible day for me, but since I know John really wants to get married and I sort of already agreed to the big wedding plan, he talked to everyone about it and I don’t know if I can ask him to scale it down to like 10 people and close family only? So WIBTA if I canceled my wedding or change the plans after agreeing to it?

PS1: I know the real AH are my family in this situation, but this is not something I can control so pointing that out is useless. I want to know would I be an AH if I did something within my control and how can I not be one. And just fyi, they are great people, not progressive for sure, but they are trying the best they know how and for that they deserve more respect than hate.

PS2: I know my sister told me she would be here, but if my parents aren’t coming, I’d rather she doesn’t come because I’m afraid this is gonna create so many problems for her and my parents. Of course, if I feel like she’s gonna show up anyway, I’ll pay for her trip expenses, she’s still a child.

PS3: No I haven’t talk to John about the look and how I feel because I know it’s gonna ruin the day for him, and that he will try to fix it and find a solution to a problem that doesn’t really have one. He’s sweet but he would be useless in this situation. And I love him enough that if necessary I’ll go through with the original plan so that he can have this day to remember.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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princelylove · 29 days

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Part two of my interpretations of la squadra esecuzioni.

Ghiaccio is like a smaller Risotto. He doesn’t have a very distinct waist. He’s so picky with his food that it’s a wonder he even got that much distinct muscle- or maybe it isn’t, cutting is effective (in moderation, starving will only set you back on your progress). He mainly works out for his job, Ghiaccio doesn’t really care what he looks like.

He has a strong nose, and although his lips are small they aren’t quite in the thin category, he has really nice bone structure… He just doesn’t realize it because he’s horribly insecure and feels inferior. He copes by not trying, so he can always rely on the ‘Well if I actually tried it’d be better’ type of logic. Once a year Prosciutto gets to wax his eyebrows.

Not only does he know what mogging is but he knows where it originated. Because he was there. I’m dying on the hill that Ghiaccio knows what green text is. He’s appealed countless bans that all sounded like “I’ve never even fucking been on /mu/ you stupid fucks” (that all got approved the night of). He fills his mind with toxic masculinity, but isn’t into alpha male bullshit. Somehow he thinks hunter eyes are a thing but he draws the line at “smooth brained jock bullshit.”

I cap Ghiaccio’s height at 5’9” or 175 cm. 5’10” or 177 cm with his shoes on. He’s got fantastic posture for someone that sits at a computer all day. Ghiaccio’s sensitive about it, teasing him about his height is a death sentence. What a good way to end up in a freezer.

While he has a horrible temper, he cools off the second he gets it out of his system. Just moves on after smacking the shit out of his designated rage pillow like nothing happened. At least he’s coping. Not well, but an outlet is an outlet. It’s the same when you piss him off- he gets upset, says things he doesn’t mean, and then moves on. He apologizes like a father would- none at all, but brings you a snack or buys you something you’ve been asking for. He’s a big fan of the “Check if there’s mail.” approach. He genuinely does feel bad, but he’s not a little bitch that’s gonna tuck his tail in between his legs because he made his darling a little sad.

He smells like absolutely nothing at all. It’s actually a bit frightening. Zero smell presence.

Melone keeps every medicine known to mankind in his room, under his bed. He’s a great person to befriend if you find yourself in the hands of one of his roommates, but to be entirely honest with you, he’s selfish. He doesn’t really care about your agony because it’s got nothing to do with him, how does it benefit him to give you meds when he doesn’t even know you? (He budges if you belong to Prosciutto or Ris- he’s not pissing off his pseudo mom and dad.)

Melone is thin and mainly gets his exercise from running. His stand takes care of hits for him, he just needs to worry about the set up, so it isn’t really an issue. There’s no need for him to lift heavy, or really lift at all. Doesn’t really matter if he’s stronger, he just needs to be faster than you are. Sure, bash his head in, pick him up, aren’t you getting tired, though? Real sleepy? Go to sleep, it’s gonna be ok.

Mel’s stand is possessing an actual computer he modified. He runs tests consistently with the blood samples he’s managed to store in his room- he knows the best combinations to get him what the boss wants, and as long as he’s got ample blood left over, what’s wrong with killing a few juniors off in the name of science?

I classify Melone as apathetic and a bit mean. He’s an asshole. He gets a lot better once he’s comfortable with you, look at how much he plays with the rest of his ‘family.’ It’s just that he doesn’t know you, and doesn’t want to waste time on you if you’re going to get in his way long term. When you do spark his interest, of course, he gets obsessed and oh-so-curious.

He’s still very playful- Melone likes to hang off of Formaggio’s shoulders and tease Ghiaccio, but he’s calm. He’s not very smiley, he’s not very giggly, he just can’t force himself to react in the ‘correct’ way most of the time, but he’s totally having fun! Melone loves you a lot, he just doesn’t look like he’s having fun most of the time. It’s hard for him to care about things, but you quickly rotted his brain- isn’t that testament enough?

His seemingly cold nature makes it hard for him to form genuine bonds. Melone thrives with other difficult types- he shares a room with Ghiaccio (alternatively Formaggio) because they’re short on space and Prosciutto won’t share a room since The Incident they get along surprisingly well.

In the beginning of your new life, it isn’t uncommon to hear Formaggio gently push Melone in the right direction. “Come on, Mel, you’re scarin’ the poor thing. Smile a little.” (Which is normally met with “I’m running tests, go away, Formaggiooo…”) Melone’s shy- he’ll just stay off to the side, and speaks to you in a very formal manner. You might feel like you’re being tested on by a medical student. Which is wrong! Melone doesn’t have any medical experience! I mean, he’s taken classes, but he’s a genetics student. Oh, yeah, he’s in university.

Once he gets used to you, he falls into his normal, playful routine. He still doesn’t smile too much, but he’ll speak more openly, which… is it better to not know what the iv in your arm is, or to fully understand? Melone’s quite the talker, and is happy to (over) explain.

Melone doesn’t hide you like the others would- it isn’t shameful to him to kidnap a whole person, and he needs them to keep you here when he isn’t. Morals aside, you need to be socialized. It isn’t good to keep someone isolated and cramped in a room they don’t like. If you don’t want to talk to him, talk to anyone else. You’ve got options. Maybe not Prosciutto, or Illuso, they’re not going to play host as easily… (Although Prosciutto might ask what Melone’s “little friend” is gonna be having for dinner)

Formaggio’s body type is similar to Guido’s. He’s fairly bulky. Formaggio spends all of his free time playing whatever sport he can think of, neglecting to do his chores (You’re starting to think he likes Prosciutto yelling at him), annoying Melone, and blowing your phone up. He spends a lot of time working out, but he considers that to be more of a daily ritual than a hobby.

Since his only real responsibility is taking care of his cat and his job, he’s not stressed at all. He’d be a lot more stressed if he had to cook, and clean, and, I don’t fucking know, be an adult or whatever- like the shit Pro and Ris do all day!

If you ever ask him about it, he’ll go “I mean, it sucks that Boss is watching us and all, but to be honest, who cares? You don’t like being on camera? It loooves you.” and leaves it at that.

His psychology is a bit odd. He seems like a typical, immature guy- the type of guy you meet at college that does sports and seemingly nothing else. No interest in philosophy, religion, general culture, etc. While I think that his personality is close to a casual type like Guido or Squalo, he seemingly lacks any depth at all. There’s no “Oh, he’s actually very smart!” thing going on here, Formaggio is painfully average. There’s no reason for him to be a mafioso other than bad timing and a lack of drive to get away from it.

He’s actually pretty simple. He’s just a guy that wants to relax and have a little fun- who doesn’t like fun? But Formaggio is crazy insecure. He takes almost every negative reaction as a jab- neutral ones, too. If you’re not into his lifestyle, what, he isn’t fuckin’ good enough? Huh? You think he’s some fuckin’ nobody that doesn’t have the real talent it takes to be where he is?

You can calm Formaggio by stroking his ego, and by that, I mean stroking him. He’ll forget about any transgression if he finishes a few times.

He only speaks italian, and will “Huh?” you to death if you do not. He’ll buy you an italian-english dictionary to help you understand him, but won’t make any real effort to learn english.

Formaggio’s kitty was a stray before he snatched her up. She’ll try to comfort you while Formaggio is gone- but she’ll abandon you if he comes back. Little traitor. He calls her a ridiculous amount of pet names- sometimes he’ll reuse whatever name he calls you on her, and will pretend he’s always called her it. Awww, my little pwincess, my cuuuutie, my baby, my angeelllll. He treats her very well- she’s a bit pampered. While Formaggio’s cat is able to relax fully in his arms, you probably will not, unless you’re a masochist. He loves good, old fashioned sadism- no prissy mind games or punishments, he does it for absolutely no reason other than how funny your reactions are. He’s like that asshole boyfriend that throws a basketball into your face and laughs when you groan. Come on, it’s just a ball, don’t be such a baby. It’s just a joke. Aw, your face stings? You want some ice? Hey, that’s a great idea, why don’t you go get him something from the fridge?

#yandere la squadra esecuzioni #yandere la squadra #yandere ghiaccio #yandere melone #yandere formaggio #i wrote most of this a while ago but #im so tired of them get them away from me #just kidding #i just dont wanna look at this take it from me

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tgmsunmontue · 2 months

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Life is too short to waste time matching socks... (1/?) WIP I

Hangster and Bob/Javy/Nat - set post mission with the Dagger Squad having been made a permanent squad.

Bradley opens his locker and startles a little as something falls onto his head from where it was obviously balanced just on the door of his locker. Two pairs of socks, still in the cardboard sleeve, one with peach emojis and the other with eggplants. His first reaction is to roll his eyes, because it’s a little juvenile, butt and dick emoji socks. He knows none of the Dagger Squadron have a problem with him being gay. It would be a little hypocritical for some of them, considering at least half of them identify somewhere in the rainbow community, and they’ve had drunken rambling talks about it, about always having to strive to prove themselves and maybe that’s why they’ve all succeeded to become as good as they are.

“Uh… are these a joke?”

No-one says anything and he shrugs, puts the socks into his bag for home.

… … …

“You’re not subtle. Well, actually, maybe you are, because he’s not figured it out yet.”

“Maybe he’s figured it out and is just not interested in me like that so is just… pretending to not know so he doesn’t hurt my feelings.”

Javy and Nat both snort.

“What?”

“Okay, for a start, when has he ever tried to spare your feelings?”

“We’re friends now. Sort of.”

“Yeah. Sort of. Because he wants to dick you down.”

“Classy Trace, real classy.”

“I’m sorry, since when have you ever cared about class? You’ve got a hardon for a guy that wears Hawaiian shirts by choice.”

… … …

“Someone gave you socks and you think they’re… playing a prank? Normally the socks are covered in itching powder, or shoes with shaving foam, buckets of water above the door, laces tied together…”

“It’s what’s on the socks. Here. Look.”

Mav stares at them. Looks up to Bradley.

“Farm produce?”

Bradley winces, he really doesn’t want to have to explain the double meaning of the emojis to a man nearing sixty.

“God your face. I’m old, I’m not dead. I know what those mean.”

“So, do you think someone’s making fun of me?”

“For what?”

“Uh. Being gay? Having a, um, actually, never mind…”

“You a bit of a shower huh?”

“Jesus Mav…” Bradley mutters as Mav just laughs.

“Clearly nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe someone’s paying you a compliment. Or they have a weird way of flirting? I don’t know what you kids do these days.”

“I think we’re too old to be classified as the kids of today, considering some of my friends have kids who they’re already struggling to understand.”

“Everyone’s a kid to me.”

“Yeah well, you are ancient.”

“Hey! You’re meant to respect your elders!”

It’s Bradley’s turn to laugh and it’s good, their relationship slowly healing. Of course, Penny sitting them both down and acting as mediator; forcing Mav to tell him that it had been his mom’s wish… He no longer has moments of fleeting anger and resentment, realizing that life is too short to hold this grudge when he’d worked around it anyway, that it hadn’t actually seriously impacted his career progression, that it had simply been the lying and lack of support which had felt like the deepest of betrayals.

When he gets back to his accommodation he picks up the socks holds them in his hands, they’re good quality, brand new and unused and while it was clearly three pairs he’s only been given the two and he wonders if the other person has kept a pair for themselves. He’s desperate to know, a building mystery. He knows it has to be a fellow aviator, because they were delivered to his locker. So definitely an aviator. Or someone close enough to ask one of them to do it for them.

He can figure this out.

… … …

“Is this getting even more painful or is it just me?”

“If I didn’t know better I’d think they were secretly together and winding us up, but Jake can’t act to save himself, so… he’s actually gone on him.”

“They have a very weird way of showing each other that they like each other…”

“Well… Rooster grew up with Mav as his role model. Were we expecting him to be normal?”

“You raise a valid point.”

“And Jake… well. His parents are so much older than him, his older brother pretty much raised him and he isn’t exactly the most, uh, demonstrative of guys?”

“Is that a diplomatic way of saying he’s a bag of dicks?”

“Don’t you like dicks?”

“I like dicks when they’re attached to guys I like, I would make a hard pass on a bag of lose dicks just jiggling around like that…”

Javy and Bob exchange slightly horrified looks.

“Hey, what are you guys talking about?”

“Bags of detached dicks…” Bob says, pushing his glasses up his nose and somehow maintaining a completely straight face.

“I’m... I’m sorry I asked. I’ll leave you to it,” Rueben says, doing a sharp one-eighty and heading back out the way he came in.

The three of them burst into laughter and it’s a nice break from their moan and groan session discussing the problem of Hangman and Rooster and their combined obliviousness. How they’re both so intelligent but so equally clueless makes the three of them despair.

“Okay. I’m going to invite them both to dinner and then stand them up, so they have to have dinner together.”

“Yeah, they could just get up and leave…”

“No, they won’t, I’ll make sure of it,” Natasha states and the other two decide not to argue any further.

“I’m going to suggest we do an escape room, and then need to take an emergency call… one of you are going to need to be my emergency call,” Bob says, looking between them, flushing a little as Javy simply looks at him and smiles.

“I’m going for tried and true. I’m going to lock them in a room and then text them both and then let them sort it out.”

“Looking them in a cupboard, real mature.”

“As mature as them. The solution needs to match the problem. He gave him socks with butt and dick emojis.”

“Yeah okay, you raise a fair point…”

“Anyway, if the dinner and escape room ideas don’t work then I think we'll all be ready to lock them up. Or bang their heads together.”

… … …

PART TWO

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Life is too short to waste time matching socks...#Top Gun fanfiction #BobNixJavy

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stingandsnoutbindery · 10 months

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A Year of Books

This isn’t a complete family photo, but it’s the closest to complete, as I’ve gifted majority of them, and I’m left with three of the nine.

Last year on the 21st of July, I finished my first ever book. It’s strange how long I’ve kept this hobby for, and it is actually my longest running hobby. All my past ones have merely lasted a few months, then I ditch and never revisit them. Someone did mention that bookbinding is 30 different hobbies in one, so I suppose that explains why this has stuck with me for this long. I planned several projects during the summer of last year, and I am still surprisingly enthusiastic about completing them over a year later.

Given my tight schedule, I managed to bind 9 books: 2 fanbinds and 7 notebooks. How ever underwhelming, I am very satisfied with my progress and learnings from my few creations. Most importantly, I am incredibly thankful for all the lovely friends and folks I’ve made and met through this hobby. If I'm being honest, it can be quite alienating in real life to have such niche interests, so to find folks who share the same enthusiasm and are happy to geek over unorthodox things with me brings an indescribable feeling and I treasure every single one of you!

Now, I make it a point that I try something new with every bind I make, and as this is my little binding archive, allow me to quickly share everything that I made in the past year.

Bind 1: An architecture sketch notebook for my brother

Bradel binding covered in homemade bookcloth

Trimmed with an unsharpened chisel (I wanted to test its performance pre and post sharpening)

Bind 2: Birthday notebook for my mom

Three-piece flatback Bradel

Flower embroidery on the spine (My first foray into embroidery and I did it without the hoop so do excuse the quality)

Bind 3: My first fanbind! Love and Other Historical Accidents

Three-piece InBoards Bradel

The book I am most proud of

Bind 4 & 5: More notebooks (for dad and uncle)

A three-piece bradel and a regular bradel

Used this lovely Chiyogami paper from Itoya

Bind 6 & 7: First quarto and coptic stitch (more gifts)

Learned that trimming quartos with a blunt knife is (obviously) not good

More beautiful chiyogami paper

Bind 8: 2nd Fanbind! and more Pacific Rimbaud

20 minutes of figuring out how to arrange quarto pages

The most setbacks I've ever experienced. Something went wrong every step of the way

Bind 9: A Planner

This bind made me realize how much I love rounded spines

#buzzing books #1 year bindeversary #sting and snout bindery #booksbooksandmorebooks #fanbinding #bookbinding #how has it been a year #fanfic binding #fanficbookbinding #z’s biblioteca

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ethereal27cereal · 2 years

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Bruises - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader (Part 3)

series masterlist

part 3/?

summary: Self-doubt creeps in with the morning after and a conversation with Holly sends your thoughts in a million different directions. Will Eddie actually call? Does he really want to get to know the real you, or will it go the way of all your past relationships?

warnings: Adult themes and content so MINORS DNI! This chapter gets pretty candid about dating, love, and confidence as a plus size person and some of the trauma that can be involved in that, so read with caution. mentions of fatphobia, societal expectations of larger bodies, being sexualized and fetishized as a plus size person, skinny friends offering somewhat triggering advice, body positivity vs. toxic positivity, and general feelings of self-doubt and healing trauma. Eddie is a bit of a perv with reader’s underwear, but no smut just yet.

genre: angst, a little bit of fluff at the end

word count: 7.7k

author’s note: Writing this part kind of broke my brain a little and got honestly pretty personal, so I want to thank @boomhauer and @wroteclassicaly for talking me through it and being so kind and willing to read over a section that was tripping me up. ❤️

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You perch on the edge of Holly’s bed, same spot you had been just the day before, instead this time you are absently listening to Holly as she prattles off all the salacious details of her escapades with Theo the bassist the night before.

“Is it safe for me to even sit on the bed? Should I have disinfected it first before I sat down?” you cringe and adjust in your spot as she describes in graphic details all the ways and places Theo had made her cum.

“Ugghh don’t be such a prude, Y/N. He didn’t make me cum in exactly that spot, it was right there,” she laughs and pats the spot next to your right thigh, causing you to hop up off the mattress and cross your arms, finding a new seat on the edge of her desk.

“How did you manage your mom not hearing any of this? Wasn’t she home last night?” you ask. Holly’s mom, Jen, had been a gracious host for the summer thus far, always making sure you and Holly had a fully stocked fridge and would even leave some extra pocket money out for pizza or the movies, a concept you were wildly unfamiliar with when you first saw the crisp fifty dollar bill just sitting out on the counter. But Jen was often gone, spending a lot of her time at the hospital with Holly’s dad since his illness had progressed so much.

“No…she ended up having to go in to see Dad…” her voice deflating as she picks away the loose skin from the perpetual summer sunburn on her arms. She plops down on the bed and begins to inspect her other arm, brushing her palm absently along the tender skin.

“Well at least you and Theo could get as loud and rowdy as you wanted to then,” you offer, quickly changing the subject knowing that her dad isn’t a subject Holly wants to dredge up at that very moment. Holly smirks and cheers again, diving right back in to divulge more and more detail about the sex.

“I think he might have made official boy toy of the summer status. I asked him what his plans were for the summer, and he said me. He said he wants to spend as much time as possible with me until we both have to go back to college. Isn’t that so sweet?” she blushes and bites her lip, only making you roll your eyes.

Holly had a tendency to attract men wherever she went, and she always found one charmer, ‘dumb and eager to make her cum’, that she would fall for hard and fast. You certainly weren’t slut shaming Holly, hell you’d had your fair share of fun, but Holly always managed to turn that fun into relationships. Whether they lasted only a week or two or several months, you always see the way she was willing to love with her whole heart, unapologetic and not scared to get hurt in the process.

Whenever Holly did have a breakup, she’d have a good cry, eat several pints of Ben and Jerry’s without ever gaining a single pound, brush herself off and get back out there without even a chip on her shoulder. She made love look easy, she made it look like being loved was easy. You hated to admit your envy of her, an inky viridescence that seeped through your veins and clawed away at the walls of confidence you had worked so hard to build up over the years.

“Did you hear me, Y/N, I said isn’t that sweet? That he wants to spend all his time with him this summer?” Holly’s dulcet voice shakes you away from your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Super sweet. I mean, just be aware that it might not work out when you both go back to college, so it might not be worth the heartbreak of getting into a relationship with that on the horizon,” you reply gloomily, often confusing pessimism for realism in order to keep your expectations for situations and the people in them low. Holly gives you a stern look, scolding you with her icy blue eyes.

“Don’t be such a poophead! So what if it doesn’t work out when the fall comes. But what if it does and what if Theo is the man that I fall in love with and marry and we are together forever and ever? If I never give it a shot just because there is a chance of heartbreak then I’ll never know, will I,” Holly muses, and while you hate to concede to the soft romantic notions she is spewing, you know she has a point. It might be worth it to have some carefree fun for the summer, though you could take or leave the part about wedding bells in the end.

“I’m not being a poophead, I’m just being cautious. Also what is with the insult, are you twelve?” you counter and she sticks her tongue out at you, wiggling her hands above her head for added effect. Holly smirks, as if she’s won the whole argument with a single gesture.

“He’s taking me on a date tomorrow night to Enzo’s. And Theo said he wants to see me again on Saturday too, maybe go to Lover’s Lake for a swim. I asked if it would be cool if you came along too and he said that would be totally fine,” Holly continues, pausing for a moment to gauge your response to this offer “I mean you don’t have to go, I just know there’s not a ton for you to do around here without me,” she finishes, seeing the wheels turning in your brain as you debate the offer.

“Theo is updated to boy toy status and I’m updated to third wheel status. Yay…” you mime a sarcastic cheer, waving invisible pom poms in the air.

“You don’t have to be a third wheel. You could bring someone….Eddie maybe?” Holly’s eyebrow quirks up as she suggests Eddie, testing the waters.

“Eddie? What makes you think I would want to bring Eddie?” you question, feigning ignorance and hoping that Holly can’t see the subtle pink that is slowly invading your cheeks.

“Because…because he totally took you on an adorable date last night and you haven’t even given me any of the dirty little details yet! I’ve given you all my details..”

“A few too many if we’re being honest here,” you interject. Holly rolls her eyes and exhales sharply before finishing her thought.

“Now it’s your turn, spill. Where’d you guys go? Was it good? Is he huge? There was a rumor that went around in high school that he had a huge cock, but no one I knew was ever able to confirm or deny that claim. Did he make you cum?” Holly rattles off a list of questions and thoughts and your mind swirls, trying to figure out just what information you really want to share.

Last night with Eddie, it was different. You cringe at the way the word sounds in your head but,it was special. He made you feel special. The way he looked at you with those full brown eyes, seeing through your skins to your thoughts and fears buried deep below.

Eddie’s heart had shown itself unapologetically, brave and bold even though he claimed to not always feel that way inside, welcoming you into his world one easy confession at a time. He had easily taken down barriers and blockades to let you in, making you feel like you were someone who was easy to be loved, could offer you kindness without any bite of cruelty or backhandedness to it. It makes you want to take all your already strong defenses and build them higher, stronger and studier just in case he might see you crumble.

You want to share with Holly, be able to have the casual girly chit chat that she was able to find a rhythm with so comfortably and easily. But it’s difficult. You want to guard the memories and keep them safe. If you let the memories out, some of your feelings might escape alongside them and then you would have to admit how you actually felt about Eddie, not just to Holly, but to yourself too.

“It was really nice,” you decide on your words finally.

“And….” Holly motions with her hand for you to go on.

“He took me to dinner at a diner outside of town and then we went to the lake and looked at the stars. He was very sweet and we kissed. I had a good time,” you summarize and hope that maybe that will satisfy Holly, but you can tell by the look on her face that she is not at all satiated.

“So that’s how you want to play it. Alright, Y/N. You don’t have to tell me every single last detail, but I will get to the bottom of how you’re feeling. You know the drill,” she hops up from the bed and shoos you away from your perch on the desk, guiding you by your shoulders to lay down on the tainted mattress.

“Holly, for real, I don’t want to get a venereal disease from your crusty sheets,” you groan and put up a weak fight.

“Shhhh, this is the only way I have found to get you to talk it out, and I need the full scoop on the Eddie situation. So lay back, close your eyes, and feel the way your body relaxes with each deep breath,” Holly soothes, settling herself in an upright position beside you. You hate and love the way she knows you so well, knows the way your brain works and the ways to ease the overstimulation that took over sometimes.

“Fine, I’m breathing and relaxing. You happy?” you sigh, trying to let your mind wander slowly to the events of last night without delving too deep.

“I am. Now, I don’t need to know all the dirty details if you don’t want to give them, but I sense that maybe this was a little more than just a hookup? Or at least you're fighting the feelings that it could end up being something more than that?” Holly’s voice is calm and steady, almost melodic as she tries to coax out the answers.

“It’s not more than a hookup, well not yet, but I don’t know. I mean just….I don’t know how to make sense of him. I may have had a little bit of a breakdown in front of him before we got to the dinner. It all hit me about everything that happened out The Hideout, and I’m still not really sure how to feel about all of that, but I sobbed all over his shirt and he just held me. Told me nice things and comforted me. It didn’t even sound like he was trying to be nice, he just was,” you blurt out, eyes squeezing shut, trying to keep out the world.

The situation with the drunken man at The Hideout was a new low, but it definitely wasn’t the first time a man had felt entitled to your body and your attention. Too many men assumed that just because you were bigger, that you should be flattered by even the tiniest speck of attention they paid you. Even if that attention was unwanted and unwarranted, you were supposed to bend over backwards to thank them. You had finally stopped the bending, but it didn’t mean they had stopped trying to break you.

“I’m really sorry that all happened at The Hideout. When you’re ready to dive more into those feelings, I’m here, but I know that can take time. What happened next, after you guys had dinner?�� she presses gently, pulling you away from those thoughts and urging you to develop more of the details before really diving into your true feelings on the events.

“We got to talking about my Iron Maiden shirt, I told you someone would notice it, but he was really funny about it and wanted to give me a ‘metal music education’ so he offered that we go listen to music at Lover’s Lake. He played me some songs and then we smoked and looked at the stars. He was so open and honest about every little detail about him. Like he didn’t have anything he wanted to hide from me. He told me I made him nervous, and he wanted to kiss me. So I let him,” you exhale deeply and feel your body melting into the mattress as you try to clarify everything that proceeded from that point.

“Go on,” Holly purrs, her voice lulling you to your next utterance before your mind even has a chance to catch up.

“We kissed. A lot. His lips felt like this weird mixture of fire and ice and he kept saying all these things while he kissed me and touched me,” you pause, bringing your palms up to press gently against your closed eyes, the pressure grounding you, keeping you from floating away with your thoughts

“What did he say?” you hear the sharpness in Holly’s tone, a defensive and maternal bite as she prepares for the worst words he could have said.

“He told me I was a goddess. He said I was beautiful and pretty, and I think he really meant it too. And he said he wanted to taste me, I didn’t even have to ask or beg or offer anything in return, he just wanted to. He asked me for my consent every step of the way and didn’t make me feel forced into anything. And then after I came, he wanted to cuddle. Like not even a cuddle where he slowly forced my head down to suck him off either. Like his arms wrapped around me and my head on his chest. And I fucking fell asleep for a little too, he wasn’t mad and didn’t kick me out. He was just nice. He’s just really nice,” you hiccup down a sudden wave of emotion with the last phrase, all the words and thoughts suddenly bursting from your chest, leaving a lightness and what you are sure is an overwhelming flush.

“How did it make you feel? Eddie being nice just to be nice, singing genuine praises about you and your body, wanting to hold you and keep you close after?” Holly asks softly, but you flinch at the words. She played the role of friend therapist well, she knew when to push and went to relent, and this question hit a soft spot you don’t even realize you have.

“It made me feel…made me feel confused and scared. I felt like I was expecting his words and his actions to all of a sudden not match up and he would make some excuse to leave or some excuse why he was busy and wouldn’t be able to see me again. But Eddie didn’t. He didn’t do any of that. He said he would really like to see me again soon and I about shit a brick.” You slowly open your eyes to see Holly staring down at you, her expression pinched and perplexed.

“I think maybe I’m a little lost. Why was him being sweet and just genuinely a good person so foreign to you? Like I know it’s been a bit since your last relationship, but I see you with different guys all the time and are none of them nice?” Holly puzzles, honestly baffled by your response to Eddie’s kindness.

“Have you seen me Holly?” you say grimly, gesturing down at your body, thin lounge shorts exposing the ample curves of your thighs, baggy t-shirt clinging around your breasts and tummy as you lay flat back on the bed.

“Yes, I’m looking right at you, and I just see a beautiful, thick, real woman” she replies scrunching her eyebrows together, emphasizing every word as if she’s just given you some profound compliment that you most definitely should be so grateful to her for noticing.

“I love my body, well most days, but a lot of men don’t. The men who love bigger women like me tend to only love them in private. I’m fun to fuck, but not conventionally pretty enough to keep around and introduce to your friends and family. The men I’ve been with before have run through the whole gambit of sweet words to say while they fuck me, but they cringe when they accidentally touch my stomach and they can’t look me in the eye in the morning,” you hiss, words dripping with hate and regret and shame, and the one you hate most of all, self-pity.

“Why do you do it then? Why do you hook up with guys who treat you like that?” Holly searches your eyes for some kind of answer.

“Because I don’t know any other way how. I want to have closeness and intimacy just like everyone else! You can get pretty much anyone you want just by batting your eyelashes. I have to prove to men that I am simultaneously pretty, and funny, and also not a monster before they will even consider spending the night with me let alone get into a relationship with me,” your pitch escalating as you feel the unwanted sting of tears forming in your eyes.

“I think you’re being kind of mean, Y/N. I don’t get just any guy I want whenever I want them. And you’re being really mean to yourself,” Holly’s voice is barely above a whisper, steeling her jaw as she tries to come up with a better response. “I don’t think you always make the best choices in men and then you write off them being an asshole as some kind of reflection on you.”

“No. I think you’re being mean, Holly! You don’t know what it is like! You don’t know what it is like to have your first boyfriend, your very first fucking boyfriend, the one you’ve given all your first to, spent all of freshman and sophomore year of high school with, tell you that he thinks you would be a lot prettier if you lost weight, and that he gets a little sick when he touches your body during sex. He couldn’t even look at me when he said it,” you choke down a sob but force yourself to go on.

“And then I still had to go to high school for two more years with him! You know how long it took me to come back from that? Do you know what it is like to spend everyday trying to love yourself when you’re not even sure that you have ever experienced real love from someone else before? You don’t know what it is like, Holly,” you’re steaming with a rage that you didn’t even know was buried deep inside.

Holly shakes her head weakly in response to your questions. “You’re right, I don’t know what it is like. I’ve had breakups and heartache, but I have never had to hear such hateful words like that stupid little prick of a boyfriend said to you. You did not deserve that. You’re right though, I have not ever known what it is like to walk in your shoes and see how you see the world, but I do know how I see you. You like to think you can hide, but I see you, and I think Eddie does too and that is what scares you,” Holly’s cheeks are pink and tears are slowly streaming down them and she looks away from you quickly as she tries to regain her composure.

“He does scare me. And I feel like I’m just going to fuck it up so why waste his time,” you huff and quickly wipe away your own tears.

“When will you realize that it is not you who is the problem but the men you are choosing who are the problem? You’ve picked men who are no better than literal garbage and you set your standards low to keep yourself safe. If they treat you like crap then you have no reason to become emotionally invested in them or the potential of a relationship so you don’t have to let down any defenses at all. You hook up without feelings or emotion because you’re too afraid of having to be vulnerable and really let someone see who you truly are. And I don’t even think you can fathom the fact that someone might actually really like you for you. You keep these walls up with everyone, even me,” Holly speaks the painful truth and you open your mouth to protest, but she hushes you instantly.

“Don’t start, I see that look on your face, I know you keep things from me and that’s ok. There are parts of you that you’re not willing to open up about and I get it, but at some point, you gotta just let go a little. It’s okay to cry, show some of your weaknesses, and let someone take care of you, but still be strong and independent as hell,” Holly offers, really trying to be helpful. She makes valid points, you do have a hard time opening up and it has been for good reason, but the last thing you really want is your petite pretty friend giving you love and life advice.

You can’t think of any words that would be able to match the flurry of thoughts going on in your head, so you simply nod, pursing your lips and looking away from Holly as tears continue to trickle down your cheeks. You get up from her bed and walk towards the door, hand pausing on the handle for a moment when you hear her speak again.

“I guess you know where I am if you want to talk about it more. And I know it’s not really my place to say, but I think you should give Eddie a chance. Give yourself a chance, Y/N,” Holly preaches, a sickly sweet smile lacing her lips. You’ve never been more angry. Angry with Holly. Angry with yourself.

You fight the urge to throw something at her, scanning the dresser nearby and spotting a music box that doesn’t look like it would injure her too badly. But you resist, simply clenching your jaw in silence and closing the door behind you. You escape to the solace of the guest bedroom and collapse in a heap on the bed, burying a scream into the pillow.

Holly is right about a lot of the things she said, but you don’t need her to be your skinny savior. You may have been friends for a while and exist in the same spaces, but she was living in a wildly different world from your own. You don’t want to hear her preaching about your choices in men. You don’t need her to tell you that you’ll find the right guy when you just open up and love yourself. That line is bullshit. Utter bullshit.

You had spent many years fighting the negativity with that same kind of toxic positivity, if I love myself then I can be loved if I love myself then I can be loved, I can be loved despite the way I look I can be loved despite the way I look. Never realizing that you didn’t need to be whole to be worthy of love.

Too scared to look inward to heal the sad high school girl that didn’t ever deserve to be treated that way, that didn’t just deserve to be loved in spite of the way that you looked, but because of it. And also not because of it at all, but just because you are a person who is deserving of love.

The only way you knew how to move forward was to wall that high school girl in, keeping her safe there so the words wouldn’t hurt so much. You swallowed down self-love mantra after self-love mantra, I am beautiful, I am strong, I am worthy, hoping it would feed her and grow her strong. And it did, for a little. But your voice could only shout so loud and the walls got thicker and thicker, so the you inside had stopped being able to hear those kind words so well. You have truly grown more confident, age alone will do that sometimes, but all the attempts at losing weight did not equal happiness and that was often found out the hard way.

You were content with the body you had, but had to work around the ways others felt. With college came the newfound ability that you could actually attract men, a small handful, but still enough, and whether or not they were gutter trash was never your biggest concern because they were ready and willing to be close to you. You found fleeting moments of sick and twisted assurance in the brief power you held over men, your ability to give them pleasure and your willingness to do whatever they wanted.

It was wrong, and some part of you knew that, but it didn’t change the fact that that was the only way you knew how to get men to look at you, like you, see you. Their cock in your mouth and control at your fingertips, a powerful seductress as you watched them come undone at your bidding and then brush you away.

And Eddie hadn’t wanted that. He didn’t even want anything in return for the pleasure he gave, insisted upon it in fact. That alone was baffling and perplexing, but only compounded with the way he had worshiped your body, covering every inch of you with kisses and praises that made your ears ring and eyes water.

The way he held you in his arms when you cried, after you came, it felt overwhelming and new, and even though there is a nagging part of you that is telling you to run, you know you want more. Need more. You need more of Eddie. But did he need more of you? Was he genuine when he said he wanted to see you again soon? Would he actually want to get to know you or would it just be about sex like it had been in your past relationships? Above all that, would he even call?

You almost wish that he had given you his phone number so that you could have control over when you got to hear his voice again, hear more of those stupid jokes he told that made you laugh way harder than they should have. You stare over at the phone resting in its cradle on the bedside table, telling yourself not to obsess.

“He’ll call when he calls. He will call when he calls,” your voice comes out in a weak huff as you try to reassure yourself. You sit up from the bed abruptly and rifle through your belongings to pull out a well loved copy of The Princess Bride. You flip open to where you had left off, hoping for some escape from your own thoughts and lose yourself in the fantasy world where true love existed.

“And if he doesn’t call, that’s fine too,” you mutter to yourself, trying to resign to the idea by pushing the phone further away on the side table and burying your nose in your book.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

~*~

Eddie stares at the ceiling of his bedroom, tracing the lines of the afternoon shadows cast there, trying to conjure up any other thoughts in his brain besides you. He tries reading, but the words become a jumble before his eyes. He tries practicing the band’s newest song, but his fingers fumble over the cords he should know.

He huffs in frustration, thoughts clouding with your image, before quickly flopping over onto his stomach and pulling out his campaign notebook, hopeful that maybe planning some sick combat for the next D&D session could be the key to distracting him.

But it doesn’t work. In his hunt for a pen, he finds your panties and phone number still hiding in the pocket of his leather jacket. He delicately plucks the piece of paper with your number out and sets it on his bedside table, then pulls out your underwear, shivering as his fingertips make contact with the swath of fabric that had covered your core.

Without a second thought, he brings the pink cotton up to his nose and inhales deeply, the fading scent of your arousal washing over his senses and making his dick twitch in his boxers. He feels a little guilty for having taken them. You hadn’t said he could keep them, but you also seemed aware that they had gone missing and you weren’t too keen to find them.

But what does that mean? Does that mean that she wanted me to keep them, to remember her until next time? Or was it more of a parting and final souvenir? That she won’t plan on answering if I call and doesn’t want to get to know me or see me again, let alone let me get into her pants again.

He has already asked about five different people about when was too soon to call after a date. If you could even call it a date, he was pretty sure it was a date. Nancy had told him at least three days, at least that is what she had always heard. Robin said it was all made up patriarchal bullshit to mess with the girl’s head and to call whenever he wanted to. Steve had insisted on at least a three day minimum, but it could go up to five depending on how long he wanted to keep a girl waiting. Jeff and Gareth were pretty clueless, Gareth only just recently getting up the nerve to ask out the girl he had been dancing around for months, but they both said to do just whatever felt right.

Eddie doesn’t know what any of that means, all the conflicting opinions pound in his head and he just wants to hear your voice. He had spent the day after that night reeling in his thoughts, replaying the night over and over again just to make sure it had actually happened. He had figured that calling the day after was probably a little hasty, and he didn’t want to put you off by seeming too needy.

But it’s Thursday and with the weekend quickly approaching it is prime time for plans and maybe a second date? So what if he didn’t make it to day three before calling, Robin had a point that it was probably all just made up bullshit anyway and if wasn’t messing with your head it was certainly messing with his.

What would he even say if he did call? Hey, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you punched that guy and let me eat your fries and your pussy. I really like you so can we do it all over again today, and the day after that, and the day after that, and forever until you get sick of me?

Absolutely not. That was way too intense, but exactly how Eddie feels. He hums over whether to ask you out on a date for this weekend or ask you to come join Hellfire tonight, wondering if that again was moving too quickly in this whole unfamiliar world of getting to know someone.

Without even realizing his hands are already in motion, Eddie’s long fingers are punching in the numbers, the hand that is holding the paper shaking like a leaf. He holds the phone up to his ear, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, some of your scent still lingering in his nostrils. Please answer, Y/N. Please answer.

~*~

You are just getting to the good part, Buttercup has been kidnapped and the man in black has just made his first appearance, when the shrill ring of the phone startles you. You wait for a few rings, hoping that someone else will answer it, but then you remember that it is Thursday and Holly is out on her date with Theo and Jen is back at the hospital again. You hadn’t spoken to Holly all day, and frankly, you are kind of happy to have the house to yourself for the night. The phone continues to ring and you roll from the bed, deciding you are going to answer it. Trying not to hope too hard that it would be Eddie’s voice you hear coming through the phone.

“Hello, Anderson residence,” your voice oddly formal, but trying to be courteous since it wasn’t really your house.

“Uhh..I hope I have the right number. Is Y/N there?” the voice on the other line falters and cracks.

“Yes, this is Y/N, who is this?” you have a pretty good idea who it is, the boyish nervousness filtering through the phone lines, but you want to hear him confirm that you aren’t just dreaming it.

“It’s Eddie,” he hesitates, silence for a moment before you speak again.

“Eddie who?” you jest, trying to give him a hard time but your tone doesn’t come off quite a light and jokey as you wanted.

“Uhhh, from the other night at The Hideout.. You punched a guy and then I took you out to dinner and…” he trails off. Is she messing with me or am I that fucking forgettable. Eddie’s mind races, trying to debate the only two options he can see, and if it is the latter, how is he going to recover from that one.

“Oh yeah, that Eddie,” you reply lamely, hearing the anxious wavering of his voice as he tries to place an image of himself in your head. One that, little did he know, was already tattooed there since that night.

“That’s me. Not too many other freaks with long hair named Eddie running around Hawkins, as far as I know,” he offers, trying to add a lightness to his tone even though he is feeling a little bit hurt.

“That was a horrible attempt at trying to make you laugh, I’m sorry Eddie. Of course I remember you! I still have the bruises on my hand to prove the punch and you have me penciled in for a satanic sacrifice on Thursday. Oh shoot, today is Thursday! Did I miss it?” you ramble, cheeks flushing wildly when you hear his laugh ring through the line.

You stare down at the bruises decorating your knuckles, tracing the delicate yellow lace that has begun to surround the fading violet blooms, thinking about how Eddie’s fingers had followed the very same path.

“Ok good, I got a little worried there for a second that I just dreamt everything that happened that night, you being the woman of my dreams after all,” Eddie confesses, and you catch an audible thump and airy mutterings as Eddie trips over the phone cord. He presses a finger to his temple once he’s on steady feet again, trying not to overanalyze the words he has just said.

“I…uh…I mean, I’m glad you remember me. So the sacrifice is still a go for tonight. Hellfire, um it’s…uh, the Dungeons and Dragons club that I run is meeting tonight, and maybe you would want to join in and play, or you could just hang out and watch and I could teach you the rules. I think you would make a really cute Tabaxi cleric or maybe like a sexy Moon Elf wizard,” he rattles off excitedly before quickly falling silent in anticipation of your response.

“I only caught about half of the words in the last sentence, but I did hear that you think I’m cute and sexy and you’ve clearly been thinking about me playing D&D a lot,” you laugh, falling back into the easy playfulness of conversation with Eddie.

“Well I have been thinking about you a lot. Shit. I mean I’ve been thinking a lot about you coming to play D&D with me,” Eddie stutters and you hear what sounds like his forehead thudding against a wall.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot too,” you admit, willing your voice to sound sexy and confident and not absolutely terrified. Eddie laughs in response, stuttering and stopping as he tries to begin to form his thoughts around that idea.

“I would love to come to D&D tonight. I don’t know if I’ll play tonight, as a sexy Moon Elf or a Tabasco clerk…”

“Tabaxi cleric,” Eddie corrects with a chuckle.

“Right, Tabaxi cleric. But I would love to hang out and see the magic happen, learn some of the rules so I can play next time,” you suggest with a beaming grin.

“Oh yeah for sure, you are welcome to come anytime you want. To D&D, I mean. Or like you did the other night. I mean not that I have been thinking about that. Fucking hell! This is not going as smoothly as I had planned. You’re relentless with that word vomit curse, Y/N,” Eddie chokes on his words and laughs, you can imagine the pink that must be spreading across his cheeks.

“Well, I will definitely be keeping that in mind for future reference,” you tease, quoting him from the other night when you’d had your own slip of the tongue.

“Ahh, I see what you did there, think you’re real funny don’t you, princess. You find it very amusing that you make me lose my mind a little bit when I talk to you,” Eddie sighs contentedly, enjoying the gentle slip into insanity if it means he gets to hear your voice.

“It’s only because I’m secretly a witch and have mastered the brain melt elixir, I snuck it into the milkshake the other night,” you try your best at a maniacal cackle, but it comes out as more of a nervous giggle instead.

“Clearly you are a very powerful witch, because the effects of the potion are still lingering. Or it could just be that I get tongue tied when I talk to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” his voice drops to a lower register, a thick, warmness and sincerity to the tone that sends shivers down your spine. Your cheeks instantly redden and you try to think of an appropriate response, but flounder.

“Shut up, no you are,” you offer with a forced laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you to shut up. I don’t know how to respond to compliments, obviously.”

“I think the normal response is ‘thank you’, but fuck normal and I could also be very wrong. I’m not exactly the king of receiving compliments myself,” Eddie confides with a snorting laugh.

“No? You’re like a rockstar though, doesn’t that kind of thing come with the territory?” you question, trying not to pry, but very curious about Eddie’s dating history. After getting to know his personality a little more, he doesn’t seem the type to have a different groupie or fan every night, but maybe that was just you not wanting to picture him with anyone else but you.

“You are far too kind if you consider me to be a rockstar, sweetheart. But yeah and no, there’s a good handful of women who hang around The Hideout after gigs looking to have their moment with a musician or whatever, but those aren’t ever very genuine compliments anyway,” he concludes, trying to figure out how much is too much information to give.

“What about high school? I bet you had ladies lining up for some of that Munson charm,” you flirt, flopping over on your stomach to get more comfortable, feet kicking up behind you on the bed.

“Munson charm!? I feel like maybe you did meet another Eddie the other night, sweetheart, because I think you might be confusing my dumb luck for charm. I definitely tried to charm you, but I think we know how well that went with the word vomit,” he lets out an airy giggle and you both laugh for a moment before he goes on.

“As far as high school, I don’t know if you remember but I am the local freak. I didn’t exactly have them lining up waiting for me after my Hellfire Club or after it took me an extra two years to graduate. And now I’m a year out of graduating and still working at the local tire shop, so uhh…I don’t know if that answers the question, but that was my answer,” Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb in an attempt to stop more words that might spill from his mouth without a filter.

You can’t help but smile, nodding and chuckling softly at his response. You shouldn’t have any right to feelings of jealousy about Eddie’s past relationship, but a sneaky small part of you is happy that he doesn’t have quite the lengthy history you thought he might.

“I can feel you nodding and smiling, Y/N, but my telepathy is feeling weak tonight so you still do actually have to say words over there,” Eddie reminds you.

“Oh duh, yeah, sorry. I do that way too often when I’m talking on the phone. But I…uh..I don’t think that working at a tire shop is a bad thing, everyone just has to take life at their own pace,” you comment, pulling a pillow up to your chest as you think about what it would’ve been like if you had known Eddie in high school.

“What about you, princess? Since you got me to spill my brief and nonexistent dating history, I think you should share at least a little snippet of yours. Being as gorgeous as you are, I’m sure yours is much more eventful than mine,” he coaxes lightly, also thinking that he’s not too sure he wants to picture you with someone else. He’s not a virgin, but definitely inexperienced enough to balk at the possibility that you’ve had a more skillful lover than he is.

“I think you might also have gotten me a little confused too, Eddie. Mine is just about as nonexistent as yours. There have been guys, a handful or two, but I’ve not really had any stick around for too long since high school, and the one in high school was a total prick, so I didn’t date at all in high school after him,” you explain honestly, hoping you hit the right mark of being just open enough without laying out all your cards.

“Well that’s a shame, I’m sorry he ruined things for you. If we had been in high school together I would’ve had such a big crush on you,” Eddie blurts out and then falls silent, his staccatoed breathing rustling in your ear.

“Yeah? I think I would’ve had a big crush on you too, Eddie,” you reply, voice curling into a seductive whisper as you let the heavy silence hang on the line after your words. Neither of you speak for a few moments, the sounds of breathing and thoughts swirling filling the line.

“So, um, Hellfire. What time is it tonight and do I need to bring anything? Sacraments to the dark lord? Sprite? Snacks?” your questions cracking through the silence, Eddie’s sonorous giggle filling in the gaps.

“No sacraments are required this time, no snacks or drinks either really. We have moved our base of operations to Gareth’s garage since both Jeff and I graduated, and his mom always does a big spread of snacks for everyone. So all you need is yourself and I’ll come by to pick you up at 7?” he proposes, creating a scratching static sound as he rubs the mouthpiece of the phone nervously against the stubble of his chin.

“Perfect, I will see you at 7 then. Do you remember how to get to Holly’s place?”

“I do indeed,” he replies eagerly.

“Great! I’m excited, I can’t wait!” you grin, sitting up from the bed and looking over at the pile of your clothes, hoping something would be appropriate for a D&D session.

“I’m excited too, I can’t wait to see you. Um…yeah, so I’ll see you at 7,” Eddie rambles.

“I’ll see you at 7. Bye Eddie,” you sign off.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” Eddie finishes and you hear him let out a puffy exhale before your ears are met with a click and the monotonous dial tone as the line goes dead.

You look down at your gold wristwatch, 2 more hours until 7. Just enough time to have a minor crisis about how you were going to properly function being around Eddie again, how to be cool about meeting all his friends, how to be open but not too open, and figure out what to wear!

Your stomach immediately weaves into intricate knots, closing in on one another as you try to keep your cool. First step to tackle will be the outfit, and maybe the other things will fall into place while you hunt through all the clothes you brought for the summer. After a heated internal debate about whether or not to wear a dress to such a casual event, you settle on simple with a pair of well worn jeans and an off the shoulder top.

“It’s good, you’re good. He called, so that’s already a good sign,” you reassure yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror after putting on the chosen outfit. You probably should cover up a little more, it might embarrass him in front of his friends. Don’t get your hopes up too high, he might let you down. You allow the negative thoughts to rise in your mind for a brief moment before exhaling them away, no longer offering space for them to crawl back inside to fester. “I can go in with an open mind and an open heart and hope for the best, and even if he lets me down, that doesn’t make me a bad person or unworthy of love,” you stand firm and tall, staring thoughtfully into your own eyes. Offering yourself as much confidence, kindness, and sincerity as you can muster, you feel a tiny crack creasing through the walls built deep inside, crumbling and falling away.

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bloodsadx · 1 year

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top tier kind of post that makes me laugh is when someone writes like an essay trying to be poetic abt like i was reading someone do this abt resident evil 4 when leon says “youre small time saddler” they were like Actually this is Really deep because Saddler truly isn’t a big deal and even though it seems like a bad comeback Leon is actually trying to reason with Saddler and help him overcome his delusions of grandeur and it goes to show Leon has progressed since RE2 and like i love the spirit of that but also ur huffing gas u need to stop reading fanfiction i get the spirit of what ur saying but no way in hell was capcom in 2004 trying to do anything but make leon look like arnold schwartzenegger. its the same when people on here say like some hold a pigs head up to look at the stars knock off type stuff. the current meta is try rly hard to say some flowery poetry stuff and i think the spirit of it is good (ppl expressing their thoughts is good) but i think ppl need to read more books. it feels very incestuous (lacks ingenuity; is trying to be screenshot bait; wants to be tagged #i never thought of that op but actually). people arent bringing real observations a lot of the time theyre trying to do a flip. theyre trying to be clever. cleverness isnt a virtue its like an accident and usually is clownish. u need to inject venom into it not just say something mundane in a slightly interesting way. ppl say the equivalent of like one of those wine mom yoga type wood burn signs but about like how using the internet is like mushrooms actually and think they wrote that poem abt the two headed calf. if ur main reference points when ur like writing a post where ur trying to be clever for what is clever r like r/tumblr screencaps and stuff u saw get reblogged 200000 times it reads like that is the case. but i will say that las plagas is a lot like the mushrooms of the internet. i mean what is saddler freaking elon musk (he bought a town and then made everybody take the god damn blue check mark??)

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It is so rare for me to genuinely enjoy the way a cdrama straight romance is being written, so I'm holding onto these two and never letting go - y'all I'm only on episode 9 rn and I'm writing this based on what I've seen of 9 episodes but if Tantai Jin and Ye Xiwu don't get a happy ending I will actually be SO fucking upset.

And I've been sitting here and thinking about why these two hit so different for me, when I've sat through countless other heterosexual cdramas with my mom and have been unable to get invested in any of them (I got invested in danmei shows but never straight romances purely because of the way they were written) and I have a couple reasons. And because this show has eaten my brain I'm gonna talk about it and write a fucking love letter to the one show that has made me FEEL SOMETHING ABOUT THE MAIN COUPLE SINCE FOREVER.

1. This is a legitimate enemies to lovers plotline:

Like I've noticed with cdramas that are not danmei - when they write "enemies to lovers"? It's never legitimately enemies to lovers. Either the reason for being enemies is really shallow and easily solved, or only one side hates the other, or - my least favourite - they start off as genuinely enemies for a legit reason but then the guy falls in love super damn quickly at the first sign of the girl being nice and the rest of the drama is spent with the guy desperately chasing the girl while the girl is ambiguous to him before slowly falling in love. Hah? Ey why did he fall in love so quickly, huh? I thought the reasons he hated her were real and legitimate (I'm looking at you Romance of Tiger and Rose)?

This drama is genuinely attempting an enemies to lovers relationship. Like Ye Xiwu has a super legit reason to despise Tantai Jin and the same vice versa. Ye Xiwu knows Tantai Jin kills all the people she loves in the future - and yet this man is not quite that person yet, hasn't done much wrong at this point. And meanwhile Tantai Jin knows Ye Xiwu as just another one of his abusers, one he's married to - but little does he know that this Ye Xiwu isn't that person anymore. Basically, they have legitimate dislike for each other in the beginning. They don't fall in love at the first sign of the other person being not like they thought they were - as they SHOULDN'T, it wouldn't make sense. Instead they're slowly getting to know each other. And they repeatedly look out for each other in the beginning but it's clear that the motivation is not love. And even as we go, you can see that they're starting to realize that the other person might be someone worth knowing but they still don't TRUST each other. And fuck that slow burn is SO GOOD and is what's missing in so many cdramas. Even when Ye Xiwu makes up that excuse for why she keeps saving Tantai Jin, that she "likes him" - you can see that Tantai Jin is taken aback in a good way but still doesn't trust it. And meanwhile Ye Xiwu is fully aware of her real goal. Like that?? That's my fucking shit. It doesn't make sense for them to trust each other that quickly and the slow development of it is what I live for.

2. Minimal fanservice scenes that make no sense - maximal scenes that progress the relationship.

I'm gonna use the scene in episode 3 as an example - that moment when Ye Xiwu touches the flowers and gets blasted in the face with the powder and Tantai Jin runs forward to steady her. They were standing next to each other, so the show totally could've gotten away with one of them landing on the other, and another fanservice cdrama would have done that and used it as a way for them to wake up in a romantic situation. But no, in this one they someone landed APART despite the fact that one of them had his arms around the other, and the resulting camera shot was sO DAMN COOL. And the moment when Ye Xiwu fell back, it wasn't some dramatic swooning into Tantai Jin's arms. And then they both faceplanted. We love gender equality LMAO. But that's what I'm talking about, this show knows to pick it's moments. It's aware that now is not the time for a scene like that, and the lack of jarring fanservice scenes that don't fit with the vibe and tension of the moment is so refreshing. And the short fanservice romantic moments that do happen?? Goosebumps. Like for example when the flower demon realized Ye Xiwu was trying to rescue Tantai Jin and said "together then" and pulled Ye Xiwu up into the swirling thing - and they were face to face with the soundtrack swelling. Short and sweet, and both of them look suitably surprised - y'all I loved it.

3. The respect this show affords the female characters.

This shouldn't be a rare thing. IT REALLY SHOULDN'T. But the amount of cdramas where the main female lead acts all dumb and cute to endear herself to the "bad boy" male lead, and y'know what I shouldn't say act because half the time the female lead is GENUINELY DUMB - and keeps getting into deep shit so the man has to go rescue her.

Or THE ONE I HATE THE MOST, the main female lead is a competent, intelligent character that's super powerful, and then somehow loses all her braincells and ability the minute she meets the male lead because the plot needs a way for the male lead to repeatedly save her as a romantic trope. The shows that think that they can't write a romance when the female lead is on equal or higher standing then the male lead in terms of skill or intelligence. Leave. Leave immediately.

This show?? Nah. No Ye Xiwu is just as smart as she was at the beginning of the show, and even though her magic is greatly diminished she's still able to strategize and use it effectively. She's a match for Tantai Jin in terms of intelligence and ability and WHY IS THAT SO RARE TO SEE IS IT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR. And just - this is such a small nitpicky detail but the way Ye Xiwu doesn't shy away from nudity or the implication of taking off clothes - WHICH MAKES SENSE CAUSE SHE'S LITERALLY A DEITY like WHY would she be worried about shit like that? The amount of times I've seen female characters who really shouldn't be iffy about nudity shriek and yell when that stuff comes up *screams in frustration*. No but fuck I love Ye Xiwu so much, Tantai Jin went "you wanna search me? Why not get me to take off all my clothes" expecting her to chicken out and this queen looked him dead in the eyeballs and went "do you think that's a hardship" and then sat down on the bed and waited like "bet". AMAZING.

Not only that, the other female characters are afforded a lot of that same respect in the way they're written - the female assistant isn't treated as dumb comedic relief, the kind sister isn't treated as frail even though her initial scenes was about her getting sick from falling in a lake - honestly so far, up to the amount of episodes I've seen there isn't a single female character that's airheaded in that cutesy way I absolutely hate. They're different personalities, different ability levels, different intelligence levels but they're all afforded the same amount of agency as any male character in the show. And fuck, the scene in the flashback with Tantai Jin's mother? First off, I'm weary anytime they touch on tribal stuff in cdramas because sometimes it's some racist bullshit about them being brutes blah blah blah, but while I don't know if this show was accurate in the clothing or demeanor, they depict them in a very positive way - two, there's something so powerful and freeing about seeing her stride down that aisle on her own, head held high, raising her arms up to greet the emperor. They're meeting on equal terms. It was beautifully done. Basically I'm in love with the way they wrote these female characters.

4. The romantic tropes that do occur don't shove gender roles down my throat.

I feel like this is self explanatory, but one thing I've noticed is that cdrama romantic tropes seem to enforce gender roles, to the point where it no longer makes sense in the plot. Like oh this girl is super powerful? Irrelevant she still has to swoon into the man's arms. Man is the breadwinner, is the protective one, the one who gets jealous. Woman is the mediator, is the kind one, the one to be admired for beauty. I am tired. I'm BORED actually? Like I have nothing against people liking those tropes because yeah, they exist for a reason people obviously like them and it's so valid. It's not like I don't get the appeal of swooning into your partners arms. But if it's the ONLY THING you ever see? If the tropes start piling up so that the female character can only ever be soft and feminine and the male character can only ever be strong and masculine, I stop seeing them as individuals, as characters. They're now a caricature of what society thinks men and women should be. They stop having a face. And once they cease being individual characters in my mind, I lose interest.

I like the way this show handles the romantic tropes, because at the beginning it really doesn't make sense for Ye Xiwu to need saving - she's in a safe home and she has more power then Tantai Jin in terms of social standing - and even if she did need saving Tantai Jin for sure wouldn't do it LMAO AS WE SEE WITH THE LAKE THING PFFT 🤣🤣

No but because it doesn't make sense for plot - Tantai Jin is the one being repeatedly rescued even though it's not a role the male lead usually takes in these tropes. And Ye Xiwu does it in a very "swooping in like a cool male lead" type of way. Like when she shoved her brother back after he slashed Tantai Jin's robes? Damn. I'm so gay wtf. Also buying new robes for Tantai Jin *cough* sugar daddy *cough*.

And meanwhile Tantai Jin is allowed to be withdrawn and soft and quiet and still vicious and super competent but in a sassy, bitchy way. My god I love him. He's my babygirl. His little smirk after he roasts someone. I'm so bisexual actually, fuck. Both of them can just step on me But basically neither of them are 100% one or the other - not 100% masculine or feminine gender roles, it's a changing dynamic and it makes them seem like real people.

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5. I think. I'm not gonna scroll up. Anyways um.

The SHOTS. The SOUNDTRACK. The CINEMATOGRAPHY.

Beyond the fact that the CGI in this show actually looks passable cause i'm sure they had a bigger budget then some danmei shows i've seen, but HOW did they inject so much bittersweet nostalgia and loss into the flashback wedding scene? That moment when Ye Xiwu runs for Tantai Jin with a sword in hand to kill the birds, her robes flowing out behind her? The demon's garden??? Tantai Jin's bitchy glittery sparkly murder hanfu??? The winter scenery, the winter cloaks, i'm just. THE HIGH PONYTAILS. MAN ARE THEY INCONVENIENT WHEN THEY SWISH AROUND BUT I STILL LOVE THEM.

Also Ye Xiwu's headdress is beautiful and fully INDESTRUCTIBLE 🤣🤣 and I love it.

I, no joke, rewatched that flashback wedding scene no less then seven times, cause I just find it that well done.

Anyways I don't have much to say here everything is just gorgeous.

6. NO FUCKING LOVE TRIANGLES (SO FAR)

Let's hope it stays that way. That is all

This is getting way too long so Imma end it here. Thanks for reading!

#the way i love them fuUCK #chang yue jin ming #til the end of the moon #tteotm #tantai jin #ye xiwu #spoilers for tteotm #spoilers for chang yue jin ming #tantai jin x ye xiwu #i don't know their ship name which is a TRAVESTY

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