#i don’t care if it’s a dude or a chick or someone in between

[resident-gay-bitch]

i need an extremely touch starved kinky virgin metal head with long hair and a marshmallow heart to walk into my life and fall head over heels in love with me and become my best friend where we secretly pine over each other for months until one of us breaks and ends up confessing dramatically in the rain because they think the other is interested in someone else and they can’t deal with the thought of that and then we kiss and the thunder erupts and freaks us out and then we’re just laughing and holding each other close and then they make some quip joke and we rush inside and listen to some Judas Preist or something and make out for hours and tell each other just how infatuated we are with one another….

i really don’t think i’m asking for a lot here.

#brb gonna go cry in a corner #eddie munson has ruined other men for me #you bitches who write these overly angsty/fluff filled fan fics have ruined all relationships for me #i just need an eddie #i don’t care if it’s a dude or a chick or someone in between #i just need an eddie to love me #JESUS H CHRIST

[munson-blurbs]

Hello! Could I possibly request something with a lovesick Eddie trying to win over the reader? He’s watched and studied rom-coms with Dustin to get his plan in action doing the basics of walking her to class, carrying her books, complimenting her, etc. but it typically ends with him inadvertently embarrassing himself. Super fluffy ending though!

This is adorable and I loved writing it <3

Warnings: angst-to-fluff, some language, spoilers for 80s movies

WC: 2.4k

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

“You coming to Hellfire today?” Eddie asks you, munching on a pretzel. You weren’t an official member, but you like sitting in and watching campaigns, sometimes secretly helping the freshmen defeat their sadistic Dungeon Master.

You shake your head. “Sorry, Eds,” you shrug apologetically, “Robin, Nancy, and I are gonna catch a movie.”

His eyes widen and he grins excitedly. “Oh, shit! Which one? Eliminators?”

The prospect of the three of you watching an over-the-top sci-fi movie–without Eddie or Dustin nagging you–sends you into a fit of laughter. “Uh, no,” you manage between giggles. “We’re seeing Pretty in Pink.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Isn’t that, like, a chick flick?”

“Yes, and we are chicks,” you say slowly, enunciating each word like it’s a novel concept for him. “Why, did you wanna join?”

Eddie would watch paint dry if it meant spending time with you, but he doesn’t say that. Instead, he rolls his eyes. “Not a chance,” he scoffs. “You girls enjoy your Molly Ringworm.”

“It’s Ringwald, dingus,” you retort, borrowing Robin’s favorite insult for the occasion. “And we will. It’s nice to pretend that guys can actually care about a girl beyond getting in her pants.”

He’s about to ask you if you lump him into that category when Dustin, Lucas, and Mike plop their trays onto the table. They’re chatting excitedly about the upcoming campaign, a conversation Eddie usually never shuts up about, but the older boy is uncharacteristically quiet.

“Hey, Y/N,” Nancy taps you on the shoulder with a smile. “Robs and I were just about to finalize our plans for tonight, if you wanna sit with us.”

You nod enthusiastically, eager to leave the table now that the topic has switched to which cheerleaders are the easiest. “See you perverts on Monday!” you call out behind you, walking side by side with Nancy.

“Hey, sheep,” Eddie interrupts their riveting conversation suddenly. “Do I give off ‘douchebag’ vibes? Like, ‘only being nice to chicks for sex’ vibes?”

“If you are, it’s not working very well,” Mike snorts, only to have a pretzel lobbed at his head. 

Dustin, however, is more perceptive to Eddie’s concerns. “Did something happen with Y/N?” he asks, glancing over at you.

“Don’t stare at her!” Eddie hisses, pressing his fingers over his eyes in exasperation. How do these two have girlfriends and I don’t? he wonders silently. “She mentioned something about liking chick flicks because that’s the only time guys treat girls nicely without trying to sleep with them.”

“Okay, and…?” Mike responds, earning him another pretzel to the head. This one lands in his mop of hair. 

“And, what if she thinks that’s the only reason I’m nice to her?”

“To be fair,” Lucas pipes up between bites of pizza, “you do wanna sleep with her.” He quickly joins Mike as one of Eddie’s snack throwing targets. “Dude, you’re not gonna have any pretzels left if you keep chucking them at us!”

“Can someone just answer my question?” Eddie growls, standing up and pacing around the table. “Because if I’m gonna ask her out–”

“Not gonna happen,” Dustin mumbles under his breath. Eddie glares at him. “What? You’ve been saying that you’re gonna ask her out for ages now, but you never do!”

“Well, now I’m not, if she thinks I’m just some creep,” the metalhead grumbles. “I’d have to be one of those corny idiots from those movies for her to take me seriously.”

Dustin slams his hands on the table, startling everyone. “So be one of those corny idiots!” he exclaims. “Do you think I wanna sing The Neverending Story every time I talk to Suzie? No, I do not. But I do it because it makes her feel special and loved.”

“How would I even do that?” Eddie throws his hands up in frustration. “I’ve never watched any of those dumb movies.”

Dustin’s grin spans his entire face. “Oh, don’t you worry, my friend,” he says. “I’ve got a secret weapon.”

Turns out, Dustin’s secret weapon is Steve Harrington. More specifically, using him to check out as many romantic comedies as the boy can carry, completely ignoring the three movie maximum policy.

“Okay,” Dustin begins, pushing his way into Eddie’s trailer. “We’ve got The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Footloose, Terms of Endearment, and Y/N’s favorite, Grease.” He plops the video cassettes onto the table with a thwack.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie buries his head in his hands. “What did I get myself into?”

“You can thank me later when you finally have a girlfriend,” Dustin retorts, ignoring his friend’s mild irritation. “Now, where should we start?”

By Monday morning, Eddie’s brain is buzzing with ideas to be the perfect rom-com boyfriend. He waits for you at your locker before first period, leaning up against it as you approach.

“How was your movie night with the girls?” He remembers Dustin’s advice to ask you questions about yourself, rather than launching into another story about his DnD campaigns.

“Good…” You eye him suspiciously. “Is there a reason why you’re blocking me from opening my locker?”

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he sputters, jumping back and smacking into another student passing by. “Son of a–”

You grab your math textbook from the top shelf, rolling your eyes at his antics. “Well, nice talking to you.” You’re not sure what’s gotten into him, but it’s weirding you out.

“Wait!” he calls out, and you turn back around slowly.

“What is it?” you ask crossly, “I’m gonna be late for class.”

Eddie rubs the nape of his neck with his palm, unable to make eye contact with you. “Jus’ wanted to say that you’re pretty…” When you don’t reply within a nanosecond, he starts stumbling over his words. “Pretty nice, and stuff. No, just pretty. You’re pretty. N-not that you’re not nice, b’cause you are; you’re, like, really nice. But you’re also pretty. So, yeah. You’re pretty.”

Your brows furrow in confusion. “Are you okay?” What you really want to ask is, is this some kind of prank?

Eddie nods, fidgeting with the frayed edges of his denim jacket. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. Are you, uh, okay?”

“Mhmmm,” you stretch out your response, backing away. “I’m gonna head to math before I get detention.”

What the hell was that? You wonder incredulously. The only time you’ve ever witnessed him being so tongue-tied was when he was paired with Chrissy Cunningham on a science project. But he was hopelessly in love with her; you were just his best friend. You’d have to ask one of the Hellfire freshmen what was going on. Maybe they’d have some insight.

You don’t get a chance to talk to Dustin, Mike, or Lucas before Eddie’s trying out his next move. He’s at your locker again between third and fourth period, desperate to redeem himself after his flustered performance this morning.

“Lemme walk you to class,” he blurts out. 

“Eddie,” you laugh, “we have the same class now. You’d know this if you bothered to show up.”

“Oh. Right.” Actually, he has been showing up, partially because of his determination to graduate, but mostly because you’re there. “Then, can I carry your books for you?” He reaches for your composition book and pencil case before you have the chance to answer, and you pull away from him.

“Are you gonna throw my stuff in the trash or something?” You warily cock your eyebrow. 

“No!” He seems genuinely confused and slightly offended at your assumption. “Why would I do that?”

“I dunno,” you shrug. “Why else would you do nice things for me?”

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest. “So that’s what you think of me, huh?” His eyes mist over, so angry that he’s about to cry. “Just another dumb guy who’s either trying to fuck you or fuck you over?”

“What are you talk—“ you start, but he cuts you off. 

“Forget it,” he mutters under his breath, walking in the opposite direction. “Told Henderson this was a stupid idea.”

“Where are you going?” you call after him. “Class is the other way.”

“‘M ditching!” Eddie retorts, pulling out a cigarette and lighting in before he even reaches the doors. 

You’re sitting in your room, highlighting and writing in the margins of the tattered copy of The Grapes of Wrath you’ve been assigned for English class. You can barely concentrate, though; your mind is consumed with thoughts of Eddie’s string of bizarre behavior. 

The compliments, offering to walk you to class, trying to carry your books—what was that all about? 

You vaguely remember him mentioning something about Dustin; the two of them were thick as thieves and basically attached at the hip. Eddie was the older brother Dustin never had. If anyone knows what was going on with him, it’s Dustin Henderson. 

“Hello?” Dustin’s bored voice comes through the receiver, probably expecting the call to be for his mom. 

“Hey, Dustin. It’s Y/N,” you begin nervously. “Do you have a sec to talk about Eddie?”

“Um, yeah,” he replies, caution evident in his tone. “He seemed really upset at lunch today. Did something happen?”

You exhale, a bitter laugh escaping your chest. “That’s what I was calling about. He was being super weird this morning, and then he got mad at me, like, out of nowhere.”

“Weird…how?”

Starting at the beginning, you recall everything that occurred, emphasizing the babbling that was supposed to constitute a compliment and his explosion when you didn’t let him hold your books. “He’s always playing little jokes on me; what was I supposed to think?” you finish. 

“Aw, shit,” Dustin muses. “Okay, I wasn’t supposed to say anything, but—“

“Please,” you beg him, “I just need to know what I did wrong.”

“No, it’s not something you did—well, maybe, kinda—but not on purpose,” he explains. “On Friday, when you told him about seeing Pretty in Pink, did you say something about guys in chick flicks being better than actual guys because they want more than just sex?”

“Yeah…” you say, confused. “What does this have to do with Eddie?”

“I’m getting to that part, jeez!” Dustin quips, and you roll your eyes at his attitude. “Well, when you said that, Eddie got all worried that you felt that way about him.”

“Of course I don’t!” you reply incredulously. “He’s…he’s Eddie! I know he would never use me for sex.”

Dustin presses on. “He didn’t realize that. So we watched those stupid movies all weekend, just so he could learn how you want a guy to show interest in you.”

Oh. Oh. 

“Because Eddie…” you trail off, your mouth going dry. 

“Yeah, the dude’s, like, in love with you.” Dustin spells it out. “He tries to act like nothing bothers him, but he really cares about what you think of him.”

“Shit,” you murmur. “I mean, thanks, Dustin. I’m gonna go fix this.”

“Any time,” he replies, then quickly adds, “don’t tell him I told you, or he’ll give me wedgies for the rest of my life!”

You knock on the Munson trailer door. Wayne’s already left for his night shift at the plant, and you hear the sounds of Eddie’s guitar, so you know he’s home. 

“Who is it?” he calls from his room, still strumming. 

“It’s me,” you answer, hoping he’ll let you in. “And I come bearing gifts.”

The guitar playing stops, and you breathe a sigh of relief when his heavy footsteps come closer. 

“‘S not my birthday,” he narrows his eyes at the treat in your hand. 

“I know. I wanted to recreate the ending scene in Sixteen Candles where Jake Ryan goes over to Sam’s house, but a whole cake was too expensive.” You smile warmly at him. “I hope a cupcake will suffice.”

Eddie returns your grin, leaning against the doorframe. “Depends. What flavor is it?”

“Chocolate cake, chocolate frosting.” It’s his favorite; the man has a mean sweet tooth. “Eddie, I’m sorry that I accused you of having some sort of ulterior motive for being nice to me. But when I said that stuff on Friday—about guys using girls—I wasn’t talking about you,” you tell him. “I was thinking about the Jason Carvers of the world, not the Eddie Munsons.”

He takes a big bite of cupcake. “Apology accepted,” he says, mouth still full. He swallows before speaking again. “How did you know that’s why I was upset?”

“Psychic powers,” you tease. “And a certain meddling, curly-haired nerd who just wants you to be happy.”

“Dammit, Henderson!” Eddie groans. “Little shit can never keep a secret—“

You interrupt him, pressing your lips to his chocolate-covered ones. The kiss doesn’t last long because the two of you can’t stop smiling. 

“That’s for calling me pretty,” you tell him. “At least, I think that’s what you said; you kinda rambled on there for awhile.”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to cut you off. “Then let me make it clear,” he says softly, running his thumb over your jawline. “Pretty, pretty, pretty. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He places a kiss on your forehead, and you feel yourself melt. 

“No more trying to be some corny movie character,” you instruct him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I like you just as you are, Eddie Munson.”

He laughs. “Got it, boss.” He twitches his nose. “Actually, there’s one more thing I wanted to do.” When you look at him quizzically, he continues. “You know that part in The Breakfast Club, where Bender gives Claire his earring?”

“Yeah?”

“Well,” Eddie says shyly, “I don’t have an earring, but I do have this.”  He pulls his thin black ring off of his finger and holds it up. “Prob’ly be too big on you, but maybe you could wear it on a chain? And you could be my girlfriend, if you want?”

You press on your tiptoes, pecking another kiss on his lips. “Yes, Eds. To both questions.” 

He throws his fist in the air á la Judd Nelson as he kisses you back, making you cackle with laughter. 

“I can’t believe you actually watched that movie,” you tease. 

He shakes his head, as though he can’t believe it himself. “‘S all right,” he says. “You can make it up to me by seeing Eliminators on our first date.”

“Oh, absolutely not.”

~

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[imyourbratzdoll]

I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man. 

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him. 

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you. 

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.” 

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup. 

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces. 

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes. 

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips. 

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[theemporium]

[REQUESTS OPEN]

[2.2k] or, in which you show steve what he has been missing out on. (smut)

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You had never met someone as desired as Steve Harrington.

Wherever you went, whoever you saw, they all seemed to fall for the charm of Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. Girls and guys alike ogled him, they flirted with him. It was a constant stream of people wanting to be him and be with him.

And you had never known someone to go on as many dates and get as much attention as Steve does. He wasn’t quiet or shy about it, and he was very well aware of the reputation he had. You had no doubt that he loved every second of it.

Maybe that was why it surprised you when you sat across from him at some random party, empty beer bottle sat in the middle of the circle and pointing straight at him. He didn’t look particularly bothered by his confession, simply shrugging his shoulders when some dude on his left questioned him.

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

He caught your eye from across the circle, raising his brows when he noted the look on your face. He nodded his head, a silent question sent your way but you could only just smile in response, your mind still reeling with the information you just discovered.

You don’t know why it got to you so bad, why it left you pondering his words late at night even as days passed since the party. It was just not something you had ever…expected, truthfully.

It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It wasn’t until weeks later, when you found yourself sprawled on the couch with Steve on the other side, bowl of popcorn on his lap and eyes focused on the tv as it played whatever crappy movie he had chosen for this weekend’s movie night.

“Not to sound like one of your cliché chick-flicks,” Steve eventually spoke up, turning to catch your gaze and grinning when he noticed the blush on your cheeks when you had been caught. “But it is rude to stare, you know?”

“Shut up,” you murmured, lightly kicking his thigh with your foot but he caught your ankle before you could pull away.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been quiet,” he asked, and something about the way he asked was softer than usual. “I mean, you’ve only insulted the movie like��three times.”

Your lips twitched. “So you’re admitting you picked a shit movie, Harrington?”

Steve scoffed but he didn’t disagree. “Okay, so maybe it wasn’t my best choice.”

You flashed him a victorious grin.

“But seriously,” he asked again, squeezing your ankle softly. “What’s up? You know you can talk to me, right?”

You pressed your lips together. “It’s stupid.”

Steve raised his brows. “Yeah? Try me.”

You waited a couple of moments, both of you just staring at each other as you tried to find the words to voice your thoughts in a more…eloquent manner. But his eyes on you made your body feel warm and you could see the concern on his face the longer you took, and just something about Steve Harrington made you wanna spill everything because he just had one of those faces you couldn’t deny.

“Have you seriously never had a blowjob before?” you eventually spat out.

The silence between you was deafening as you both sat there, equally as shocked and taken aback by the blunt words. The movie continued to play in the background but neither of you cared now, not as Steve sat there with his lips parted and eyes wide and so many thoughts running through his head.

“What?”

“It’s just—” you took a deep breath, shuffling to sit up against the arm of the couch. “I don’t know, you said it a few weeks ago—”

“I remember what I said, yes.”

“—and it just…sounds like bullshit?”

“You think I am lying about never having had a blowjob before?”

“Maybe?”

“Why would I lie about never having had a blowjob?”

“I don’t know!”

Steve couldn’t help himself as he snorted, his head falling back onto the back of the couch. He was grinning like an idiot and you couldn’t help but find yourself grinning back, because that was the thing about Steve Harrington—his happiness was contagious.

“This is what’s been bothering you?” he asked incredulously.

“I just…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Never? Not once?”

“Not once,” he confirmed with a laugh.

“And you’ve…never wanted one?” you followed, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Well,” Steve paused before shrugging. “I wouldn’t say no to one but if she doesn’t wanna do it, then she doesn’t wanna do it. We just do other things instead.”

Steve was your best friend and he had been since before you could even remember. Having grown up down the road from each other and your parents being friends long before that, there was little time in your life where Steve wasn’t a part of it. And sure, you knew he was attractive—there was no denying that, no matter what anyone said—but you had never thought of your best friend in more than a platonic way, had never let yourself think of him in more than a platonic way.

Yet now, your thoughts were wondering and you couldn’t bring it within yourself to shut them down. Not as you thought about the rumours and stories of Steve in bed you had heard over the years, not as you imagined the countless times you had seen him shirtless by the pool or out by the lake and wondered…just what more he was hiding under his clothes.

Not as you imagined how his hands would feel on your body, how he would kiss and if he would leave you as breathless as you imagined.  Not as you let your thoughts spiral, more and more until you were pressing your thighs together and blurting out words that maybe you would regret if you just weren’t so damn curious.

“Do you want one now?”

Steve found himself choking on his own laugh, letting it die down to a more nervous chuckle before he saw the look on your face, when he realised you were being completely serious. And now with blushing cheeks and a racing heart, he forced himself to string some words together in a coherent response.

“What? Like, for real? Like, now? You and me?” His voice squeaked before he tried to clear his throat and act as though the feeling burning in his chest wasn’t hope and something stronger.

“Yeah,” Your voice was slightly breathy as you spoke. “I mean…friends help each other out all the time.”

“Yeah.”

“And we are friends,” you continued, kneeling on the couch as you began to shuffle closer to him.

Steve gulped a little.

“So this is just us being friends,” you said eventually as you stopped right beside him, moving the bowl of popcorn to place it on the coffee table instead. You turned back to him, eyes darting down to his lips. “Just friends, right?”

Steve nodded his head aimlessly. “Just friends.”

“Friends kiss too, right?”

“Fuck,” Steve breathed out. “Yeah, yes.”

You didn’t waste any more time as you took his face in your hands and brushed your lips against his, smiling a little at the impatient noise that left Steve’s lips as he tugged your body closer. You practically fell into his lap, one hand braced against his chest as you realised all your thoughts about kissing Steve seemed inadequate in comparison to the actual thing.

You felt him relax underneath you, shifting in his spot as the pressure of his jeans became more and more uncomfortable around his cock. He let out a small moan when your hand trailed down his torso, palm pressed over the tent in his jeans.

“Shit, that feels good,” he moaned against your mouth, eyebrows scrunching together as you dragged the heel of your palm along his shaft.

“Good,” you murmured as you slowly began to kneel down on the floor in front of the couch, pushing his legs open so you could sit comfortably in between them. “Keep telling me what you like, wanna make you feel good, Steve.”

“Fuck,” he moaned as his head fell back, his eyes falling shut as he desperately tried to ignore how pretty you looked between his legs, and how the sight alone could probably have him coming in seconds.

Your fingers worked the button of his jeans, taking your time to pull down the zip before murmuring for him to lift his hips for you. You tugged the jeans down his toned thighs and past his knees, his boxers quick to follow.

You paused for a moment, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you looked at him, pink cheeks and panting chest and his cock hitting his stomach, free from the confinements of his trousers and desperate to be touched.

You ran your hands up and down his thighs, lips twitching at the way his body moved closer to your touch. “You sure about this?”

Steve laughed, but it was raspy and a little staggered. “Pretty fucking sure, sweetheart.”

Your thumb circled the tip of his cock, your eyes focused on the way his face scrunched in pleasure. You just couldn’t tear your eyes away from how pretty he looked, the way he gripped the arm of the couch and bucked his hips against your hand, needing more.

“Fuck, please,” he whined as your hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping up and down. “Please, please.”

“Say the words, Steve.”

“I—” he gasped when you tightened your fist around him. “I wanna fuck your mouth, please.”

“Good boy.”

There was no words to describe how it felt when you finally gave in, your warm mouth wrapped around his cock as you began to bob your head up and down. You had both hands bracing yourself on his thighs, your nails digging into his skin when his cock hit the back of your throat.

But it was your eyes that got him.

Steve didn’t think anything could make this feel better, and then he looked down and saw your wide eyes staring at him, looking so goddamn innocent when you had his fucking cock in your mouth as he almost lost it.

But you wanted him to lose it. You wanted to see him lose control and come completely undone for you.

And when you squeezed his thighs, a silent message in your eyes that he easily read because he was your best friend, he knew these things. He hesitated, his core clenching as he looked down at you with a question in his eyes and you nodded.

Because you needed to see him come undone.

It was like something snapped inside him. His hands that were so obediently at his side the whole time were suddenly tangled in your hair, moving your head up and down as his hips bucked to meet each thrust.

Your eyes were welling with tears but you didn’t care, and you didn’t dare look away. Not as he used you as he fucked your mouth, not as whimpers and moans of profanities and your name drowned out the forgotten movie that was still playing in the background. Not as he warned you he was so close to coming.

You knew Steve was attractive. You knew he was gorgeous and desired and downright handsome.

But you didn’t think he had ever looked as pretty as when he was coming.

Your thighs clenched together as he finally came in your mouth with a groan, your eyes fluttering slightly as you took in the sight before you, letting him calm down before you slipped his cock out your mouth, pressing a teasing kiss on the tip just to hear him whine.

You swiped your thumb along the edge of your lips, catching anything that leaked out and Steve almost groaned at the sight.

“You are unbelievable,” Steve panted, his skin feeling warm and sweaty, but he had never felt so good.

“Just what a girl likes to hear after she rocks your world,” you teased as you sat back on your legs, hands on his knees because you didn’t quite want to let him go yet.

“I—” he paused for a moment, wracking around his brain to find an appropriate response. “Thank you?”

You snorted, unable to help yourself as you passed him his boxers and jeans, groaning when you finally stood up just to fall next to him on the couch.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled when you noticed he was still a little dazed out.

“So do I..I mean,” he cleared his throat as he pulled his jeans up, leaving the button undone for now. “I should probably return the favour, right?”

You raised your brows, patting his thigh. “Maybe next time, big boy.”

“Next time?” Steve asked, the look of confusion and anticipation crossed over his face.

“Friends help friends, right?” you retorted, watching as an unreadable emotion glazed over his eyes but it was gone as quick as it came.

“Right,” he nodded and turned his head back to the tv. “Fuck, I’m even more lost than I was before.”

You laughed, leaning back in your seat once you grabbed the popcorn bowl from earlier. “Last time you are picking a movie, Harrington.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off as you nuzzled yourself closer to him, completely unaware of the tormented thoughts in his head. But he couldn’t say anything, especially now.

Because you were just friends, right?

.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things one shot #stranger things smut

[cinnamonest]

Okay so I just finished the chainsaw man manga(still can’t believe there’s an anime on it) and I LOVE the thought of a kobeni darling,I don’t know if you’ve seen it but kobeni is this chick who just cry’s,she’s just a crybaby,the thing is she was either forced to hunt devils or be a sex worker... and I think that would be a good idea with childes darling

Basically this poor girl/dude whose parents had them choose between being a sex worker or joining the fatui

Poor darling is hella weak and literally knows nothing abt combat since they were a normal person,But childes so nice and he knows your struggling that’s why he’s teaching you!!! But your not really good infact really weak...maybe you should just live with him instead :)

Poor darling gets wifed up rq,gotta teach them those cooking skills 2 no matter if darlings a dude or chick😭‼️

(I love Kobeni, I haven't actually seen CSM but I know enough about it/have seen enough in my orbit to know she just like me fr fr. Me Kobeni and Mikan form the meek doormat society)

I like to imagine it's just like. Tradition within the Fatui to make use of such individuals. Weaklings are easily singled out and dealt with, can't afford to have them screwing things up in critical moments, so they have to be kept away from any actual combat and used for alternative purposes. Sometimes, if you're lucky and have a backup skillset, you can just get re-routed into making food for masses or cleaning or something, but otherwise you'll most likely end up a chew toy to someone. Higher-ups and harbingers are known for being predatory as all hell too, often keeping a close eye on newcomers to try and single out ideal targets :)

Or if you have really bad luck, you might just end up a more communal toy. Stress relief for the whole squad! They take care of the stuff you're too weak to do so you don't get in trouble or outright kicked out, in exchange for favors. So ironically in the end you kinda end up in more or less the same situation you were trying to avoid in the first place...

[knowlesian]

gonna indulge my inner ed here and split a hair real fine, but because i have somehow never talked about this: why the semantic difference between ‘stede burned that ship down’ and ‘stede said a lot of entirely true but very uncomfortable to acknowledge stuff, and doing that led to a bunch of new money assholes losing their absolute shit on main and burning their own ship down’ is pulling so fucking much thematic weight it kills me. 

i’ve said it that first way before jokingly and i will say it again, but the other is actually a lot more accurate. 

because what’s the actual sequence of events? not just the consequences, but the context.

- stede asks if they want to play a game in a way they could avoid by not being insecure little noveau riche babies; they take the bait much in the manner of fish stuck in the proverbial about to be bullet-riddled barrel

- stede says a bunch of true stuff about these people, things they are ashamed of and lie about but are 100% accurate. not insults! just facts.

- they delight in the first few chances to shame each other, but as stede keeps going and the secrets expose them all to the truths they all sort of already knew but balanced their social circles on not openly acknowledging, they go absolutely hog fuckin wild, fight in the parking lot of the shittiest bar i ever worked at style.  

- while they go apeshit and attack each other and burn things, stede (and everybody else in this scene we actually like) stands back and goes ‘...wow, these people are really doing this??? really??? fuckin’... wow. oh shit, are they gonna kill each other for real? and they say we’re uncivilized.’

so stede’s not insulting these people, and even better: he’s not being passive aggressive. 

he is, in fact, being the exact opposite of passive aggressive. he’s being honest. and it’s not that ‘oh, i’m just brutally honest so you have to let me get away with out of pocket shit’ crap people pull when they’re looking to be cruel but don’t want to admit it.

that one dude IS embezzling! those two siblings ARE going full dime store lannister! that one dude DID have a child out of wedlock with that other chick!

(i love the inclusion of that one in particular, and how it’s markedly different than what comes after: because i think p solidly that’s the only one where i’m like, hey: as long as everybody involved was chill, who cares? that’s as morally neutral as having a baby with someone you are married to: the context is where the ballgame lies, on that one. 

but these people care. they really, REALLY care. and they care because society has told them they have to care, if they don’t want to end up shamed by said society for it.

outside some select exceptions that mostly come down to ‘ahahahaha capitalism can go fuck itself, the phrase cost of living is far more obscene than most of the words you can’t say on broadcast tv’, i would agree the other truths stede reveals are baseline Not Great. however: fucking somebody you’re not married to only matters if the people involved decide it does, there’s no general moral absolute there. 

like, look. this is why i find debates about if humans are ‘meant’ for monogamy or polyamory tedious and wrongheaded at the same time. are we meant to be on sailboats, or eat cheese? who fuckin’ knows, and who fucking cares. those are all questions that cannot be answered on any practical or universal level. 

we are MEANT to make our own choices, and do what works best for us. the presumption that monogamy is moral or natural versus just... sometimes easier to navigate, because good communication is key to a healthy relationship and the more people there are, the more communicating must be done, is stupid. god knows plenty of monogamous couples cannot communicate for shit. there’s no right way or silver bullet there, and given the lucius and pete of it all, ofmd obviously knows that.

g o d i love this show.)

anyway, tangent over: nothing stede says is not just the simple, unvarnished truth. 

if these people weren’t ashamed of themselves and so afraid of the truth it drives them to freak the fuck out and vomit on each other mid-fight and then burn their own fucking ship down, none of this would be happening. literally none of it! 

they react to the truth like stede does set the ship on fire: but that’s all them. they set their own ship on fire. stede doesn’t do anything but hold a mirror up to their faces and i don’t think there’s an argument here that he shouldn’t have said that stuff, unless you think society should run on people never telling each other the truth if it would be uncomfortable, lest we run wild in the streets and literally burn everything down.

which is a fun little thematic wink/echo: stede breaks their world there, and he does it by working with his actual natural allies and in particular, by listening to frenchie and then going to ask abshir for his help, because he knows things stede doesn’t and stede literally cannot pull this off without him. so stede shows solidarity, and having recently realized this dynamic is a thing he’s gonna have to be aware of and start pushing against if he genuinely cares about ed, actively and purposefully uses the social privilege looking the way he looks, and having the money he has granted him. 

but what he does with it makes all the difference. because having realized these people will listen to him in a way they will not listen to ed, he takes that assumed right to hold the floor and he uses it to burn the motherfuckin system of agreed-upon dishonesty calling itself politeness down. the system, not the ship.

(there’s a read on ‘these are my people’ that’s a lot sadder/less positive, and i think that’s in the mix too, but for this part of stede’s development i love what it also means about how he’s realized the world looks at ed and makes some assumptions they will never, ever make about stede or the other rich white people in that ship.)

so tldr: stede doesn’t actually burn the ship down, not outside the broadest ‘this was what happened next’ terms. 

the rich assholes burn their own ship down, because they literally cannot handle the basic truths about themselves being spoken aloud, and that context makes a whooooole lotta difference.

i mean... this SHOW. what the fuck? i just wanna talk to these writers. 

#our flag means death #my ofmd meta #also GOD i love that the Fragile New Rich are in literal whiteface #i know i know face powder is a real history thing but purposeful anachronism on this show does thematic work alongside the rule of cool #the new money white people who freak out about not being fancy enough so they paint themselves whiter and love phrenology #i MEAN. OUTSIDE. I WILL SEE THESE WRITERS. I WILL YELL WHYYYY AND I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU???? #and p cry. #okay now back to my bigger e5 piece i just needed to yell this

[waywardrose-archive]

THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY | 1

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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you're the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: This fic will be S4 compliant up to a point — and we all know which point that is.

-

1

“Did you see that new chick in Homeroom?” one meathead said to another.

Eddie hung back behind the tiled partition in the locker-room to listen. He hated the public bathrooms. One too many cornerings for his taste. But the gym locker-room was usually deserted between classes.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one who’d figured that out.

“Saw her in the hallway,” the second one said. “Kinda weird. Hot, though.”

The first meathead hummed in agreement, then said, “Total lezbo.”

Eddie knew what that meant: She’d ignored the meathead.

“How do you know?” asked the second, a tease in his tone. “You say something?”

“Nah, man, you can just tell.”

Yeah, Eddie bet that one had a lot of experience getting rejected by smart, weird girls. Him, on the other hand? Well, he had experience getting rejected by all the girls in Hawkins. He didn’t think they were lesbians, though. They were just afraid of his reputation. Or maybe intimidated by his presence, his wit, his fashion sense, and stunning good looks.

Yes, he joked with himself, he was the total package.

In a run-down trailer he shared with his uncle to go along with it.

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. Apparently, she shared a homeroom with that meathead, so she was a senior. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

.

Later that day, he monitored the cafeteria, never finding a new, hot, weird chick. Maybe she had a different lunch break. Though, he figured he would’ve seen her by now. There were only so many seniors at Hawkins High.

Gareth and Jeff were discussing — arguing — with Henderson about... something. Eddie lost track of the conversation a few irrelevant facts ago. His baggie of generic Cheez-Its was long empty, along with the plastic cup he’d filled at the water fountain.

Tired of sitting, Eddie stood and left the table. There were fifteen more minutes until class. Maybe someone would buy the last of his weed; then he could go through the lunch-line for a sublime-smelling slice of pizza.

He marched to the tables in the shaded courtyard. People noticed him, and his black lunchbox, but looked away.

No takers.

There were always people hanging around behind the building. Usually smoking.

He went through the open double-doors beside the gym, the sun blinding him.

On his left, a male voice said, “Hey, Munson!”

Eddie squinted and turned to the voice. His eyes adjusted, and he grinned when he recognized the speaker.

Bingo.

He said, “Lowe, what’s up?”

“You got anything good in that lunchbox, dude?” asked Lowe.

“Don’t I always?”

Lowe chuckled. “Hell yeah.”

Seven minutes later, Eddie was twenty-five dollars richer and had an invitation to a weekend party. He smiled to himself as he joined the lunch-line. Parties meant drugs, drugs meant money, money meant adding to the Get (the fuck) Out of Hawkins Fund. He reminded himself to call his Indy connection for a meet-up, checking his pockets for change for the payphone.

Brenda, the nicer of the lunch-ladies, brought out a fresh pan of pizza from the oven. The scent was from the gods, heavenly, angels sang. His stomach rumbled in agreement. Brenda was his favorite person in the whole world.

Who cared about the new chick when one had a perfect, steamy rectangle of pepperoni pizza?

He was so giddy when Brenda gave him the lunch-tray, he snatched a chocolate milk from the refrigerated bin.

What the hell, he thought. Live a little.

-

You sat on the table part of the picnic table in the woods behind your new school. A Djarum Black burned between your lips, the paper sweet and smoke spicy. It was peaceful out here. Peaceful enough, you didn’t want to return to class.

Mom said it was only a year. Not even a year, she corrected herself right after. From September to June: nine months. She gave you a pointed look at that. Her previous arguments repeated in your mind: She carried you for nine months, and it had destroyed her body. They gave you everything they’d never had. You had a car of your own, a generous allowance, the big third-floor bedroom, and she kept your father off your back about your style.

She continued by assuring you after graduation, you could go to college wherever you wanted. You wanted to return to New York. However, your friends would have moved on by then.

Hell, you’d been in Hawkins nearly a month and none of them had written or called.

Fucking shallow lushes.

They’d thrown you a farewell party, sure, but that had just been an excuse to dress up and sneak into the Cat Club. It had been like most Saturday nights with them, anyway. The only thing different was they bought your drinks.

Maybe New York wasn’t your place anymore...

You glanced around the small clearing. Leaves were hinting at yellow. The air hadn’t lost summer’s heat entirely, but it would soon. Then it would be beautiful. With a sigh and ashing of the Djarum, you finished the thought:

Hawkins wasn’t your place, either, because it was fucked up.

A feeling like static crept up your bones if you opened yourself to it. New York was a buzz of activity akin to a beehive. Not that there weren’t ghosts and shit, but Hawkins was on a totally different level of freaky. You couldn’t explain it.

This was Indiana, for fuck’s sake.

You checked the watch you’d thrown in your purse that morning. There were only five minutes left of lunch. You finished the Djarum, stubbed it out, and flicked it away. It bounced off a tree trunk.

As you shouldered your purse, your attention caught on a name carved in the table:

EDDIE MVNSON

The carving was worn with time, but recently darkened — including its heavy-metal flourishes — with the oil-slick ink of a ball-point pen. Other people had carved their names or initials as well, but Eddie Munson’s was conspicuous.

You ran your fingers over it. What a stupid-boy thing to do. Eddie was probably like that revolting jock in Homeroom, who watched you like a dog does a steak. Images flashed unbidden across your vision: blood on broken concrete, poisonous lightning flaring across a crimson sky, the land cracking open with a growl.

You stumbled off the table, blinking away the waking nightmare, and trudged back to school. Though you now wanted to skip the rest of the day, you couldn’t. Mom would hear about it. Then your father would. And it would become a whole thing.

Your hands shook as you grabbed your books for the afternoon from your locker and checked your schedule. First was American Government with O’Donnell, then Study Hall in the library, and finally Home Ec.

You could handle that. It had nothing to do with what you’d seen in the woods.

O’Donnell’s classroom was like all the other ones you’d been in thus far. Taking a calming breath, you chose a middle seat in one of the left-side rows. A girl in a horrid pastel dress came in after you and huffed about your choice of location. You stared at her bubblegum-bitch face, because it was the first day of school. No one had assigned seats yet. She turned her nose up at you as she passed, sat behind you, and kicked the book rack under your chair.

Her friend sat beside her in the next row. They mumbled between themselves — no doubt about you — but if she didn’t have the guts to confront you, you didn’t have the fucks to give about her. On your other side, a long-haired boy slid into the free desk. You met his gaze, abruptly transfixed. His eyes were a soulful, Bambi brown, sweet like dark chocolate. His full lips slowly spread into a smile, and you found yourself mirroring him.

Holy shit, he was pretty.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey.”

Before either of you could say more, O’Donnell strode in, her low heels click-clacking on the linoleum.

You perked up during roll call when she said:

“Munson, Edward.”

The pretty boy beside you raised his hand.

“Here.” Then under his breath said, “I am, rock you like a hurricane.”

You smiled, delighted by his use of the Scorpions’ song.

After that, you tried not to make it obvious you studied him out of the corner of your eye.

So this was Eddie Munson of the heavy-metal flourishes. He didn’t appear linked with your nightmare. On the contrary, he wore a faded Metallica t-shirt and shredded jeans. Chunky rings decorated his downright elegant fingers, and a cheap watch encircled his wrist. Under all that, he was long and lean with unblemished, tattooed skin. The bat tattoo on his forearm looked to be scratch work. He probably had more, too...

You gnawed at your bottom lip, because you shouldn’t think of that now—

Your father would be horrified if you brought home someone like Eddie Munson, though.

You tucked your chin to hide the smirk.

How delightful.

Midway through class, Eddie’s pen ran out of ink. He tapped it against the doodle-filled page of his notebook to no avail. You unzipped your pencil pouch and handed him a new pen. He gave you a double-take. You lifted a shoulder since it wasn’t a big deal. He offered a nod and private grin, which you returned.

Now that you’d met the real Eddie Munson, you realized he wasn’t like that jock at all.

.

After a dinnertime interrogation about your new school, you sat on the built-in bench under the window in your room. You should’ve been unpacking the last of your moving boxes, but you couldn’t shake the thought of Eddie.

You closed your eyes and breathed deep.

Why were you so preoccupied with Eddie Munson? He was just a guy—

A cute guy who liked Metallica and wore big silver rings. That should be in the beginner’s recipe for Douchebag a la Asshole. However, that hadn’t been in his smile or pretty eyes. He looked at you as if he’d been searching for you for days.

A piercing static stung behind your eyes each time you tried to hone in on Eddie. You couldn’t get past it to do that.

It was probably a mental block. That nightmare had thrown you, and you were focusing on Eddie to distance yourself from what you’d seen. Maybe if you examined it closer, you could get over it. While grappling with your abilities early on, you’d learned running away only made something chase you harder.

You had to face the beast and see it for what it was: a paper tiger.

You trekked to the kitchen for a tumbler of water. Your father had returned to his home-office, and your mother was busy plucking her eyebrows while on the phone with a New York friend. They’d be occupied for hours.

In your room again, you pulled the big box of salt from the back of your closet and cast a circle on the wood floor. The circle felt steady and strong. You held up the tumbler to view the truth behind your nightmare. It had probably been nerves, you reasoned, because there was no way Hawkins fucking Indiana was that terrifying.

You centered yourself once more and peered through the side of the tumbler. The glass distorted your bedroom, turning everything upside down, helping you to see.

The light fractured, then clouded.

It flashed like a strobe through fog.

Like lightning.

You held the glass securely. You had to see, but nothing made sense. Once you got your bearings, it shifted again. The floor swayed under your feet as if something was attempting to break your circle. The air blinked red, then blue, then gray. Your room was ravaged by time and neglect. Shattered windows looked like the gaping maw of some creature. Soot drifted like snow. There was no green, no life, no warmth.

It was your nightmare, but looking through the tumbler clarified nothing.

You lowered the glass, expecting the water to be sooty. It remained as clear as it had been from the tap. Your room was normal again: light golden and floor smooth under your feet.

You opened the circle and stepped out.

After setting the tumbler on your dresser, you went to the window to look out into the night. The street was idyllic. A few stray leaves danced in the gutters. The windows of the house across the street glowed, welcoming.

“Holy shit,” you murmured. “What the hell kinda place is Hawkins?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #reader insert #em tagd #waywardrose writes

[ciaossu-imagines]

to be honest rhe "choose violence" asks are all compelling! I can not pick one soooo

just pick which you would like to answer! I would love to hear your thoughts on all of it but I want you to decide how much you can and want go answer

Okay, but thank you so much for wanting to hear my thoughts on these and for giving me the freedom to decide which I felt comfortable chatting about. Since no particular fandom was requested, I did just kind of general fandom answers and hope that my answers amuse, cause some thinking, or at least don’t piss off people too much!

The character everyone gets wrong

Honestly, I live and die by the thought that everyone has the right to interpret a canon character however they wish. They’re not hurting anyone, viewing the character differently or even completely opposite to how they’re written in canon. No matter how OOC I think their portrayal of the character is, I don’t think it’s any of my business, as long as they’re having fun. I say this but…there’s one minor exception and it comes back to my days in the Harry Potter fandom. I have seen so many excuses made for Severus Snape, so many rewrites of him as this tragic heroic character, the paragon of knowing what it is to love truly and deeply. Nah, my dudes. Snape was a racist sad sack incel who felt entitled to Lily’s love and called her slurs when she didn’t return it. Having a bad past, being bullied? That’s no excuse for him literally not caring if this chick’s husband and child died, as long as he could have his shot with her. That’s no excuse for him literally joining what was basically magical KKK. That’s no excuse for him growing up to become such a huge bully towards literal children that one of his students literally had him as their greatest fear. Tragic hero my ass. The man wasn’t fully evil and he did do good, in the end. But he wasn’t such things of myths and legends and he can exist as both a horrible person and as someone who did good things.

Screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

I really do hate just the recent trend in fandom of not interacting. I don’t just mean that people have stopped interacting with posts and with artists and writers, though that is most definitely true and it’s incredibly frustrating to see. I mean it in a larger sense than that. Going from what fandom was back then to what fandom is now, I really do feel like overall, there’s less interaction between fans. I don’t even know how to explain it but I remember how easy it used to be make fandom friends. There were super active Discord servers, yeah, but even before that, you’d make friends commenting on people’s fics or through writing fics on ff.net. There were active writer’s groups for fan writers where you’d get to talk to people, both about writing fics and fandom in general. There were lots of rp boards. You’d get interaction just making fandom-centric music mixes. You’d get lots of interaction hosting a blog like mine. No matter how introverted you were, you could always find a safe place and friends in fandom. But it feels more and more like it’s hard to find any of those things now. It feels like somewhere along the way, fandom became almost commercialized and now it’s consume this thing, move on. Put out this thing that takes hours of your time for a handful of likes and be grateful for that because you’re only supposed to create for the simple joy of creation (which yes, creating fandom stuff should be fun, but if it was only ever done for the reason of enjoyment, there’s really no reason to share it – people generally share fandom stuff because they’re excited to share it with fellow fans, they’re looking for that interaction and that feedback and for other people to be excited with them) and then move on. It feels like it takes a shit-ton more time and energy now to find those fandom spaces to meet people and make friends in and it’s just not a trend that I’m really the biggest fan of, though this is, of course, just my view and perception of things and maybe I’m wrong.

What was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

People can be rude and mean to me all they want, but being mean or rude towards any of my friends or readers? Instant block from this particular blog. Stealing work also earns you an instant block. On my personal blog, just being ignorant towards people will make me pre-emptively block you, even if we’ve never interacted. I figure if people are that comfortable using this platform to hate, then they’re probably not people I’m ever going to want interacting with me or my art.

Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Characters do not have to be rewritten so that they’ve never done anything bad, excuses don’t need to be made wildly to excuse every bad thing they’ve done, they don’t need to be rewritten to be perfect – always doing the right thing, communicating so healthily and with proper therapeutic terms to the point you have to wonder when this character went through extensive therapy, super strong mentally and emotionally but still able to be vulnerable, no flaws besides a few superficial ones that everyone easily forgives except for those bad guys to be interesting and ‘good’. Characters can and should be flawed, characters can and should make mistakes and do the wrong thing every now and then. Writing a character who isn’t universally loved and right and good, writing a character who does horrible things or has views that aren’t kosher – none of those things make the character OR ESPECIALLY THE WRITER a bad person. Writing a character with not-so-great views doesn’t mean the writer holds those views. Basically, be able to separate the writer and the character and know that it’s okay for characters to be well…human. To mess up or be massively unhealthy and to still like them despite that. I hate washing down of a character to sanitize them, I really, really do, both in canon characters and OC’s because it just makes them feel flat to me, and I’m really sorry to anyone whom that offends.

Worst part of canon

I completely understand, as a writer, that it’s almost impossible to fully explore every character in your work, to delve into all their backstories and to give them all their days in the spotlight. That’s the worst part of any canon work to me – there’s never enough space and time in a properly done story for us to really get to know all the characters and because of that, there’s always going to be at least one or two characters who remain forever flat and unloved, despite how interesting they look and seem. Thankfully, that’s what fanfiction is for and I’ve often found fics for these characters that really endear me to them and shape how I view them.

Worst part of fanon

You guys all know how I’m going to answer this. You guys all have heard me rant and rave about this a million times – it’s the tendency of fandom to prioritize and make only romantic relationships important. Two characters can’t have a meaningful relationship and bond without secretly wanting to fuck, or so some parts of fandom would have you believe. Two characters can’t be just close friends without secretly wanting to date each other. It completely disregards how important platonic bonds are, how much familial relationships shape us, how strong a bond hatred towards another person can forge, how much we rely on co-worker relationships, on student/teacher relationships, how literally important relationships of all kinds and shapes are. It also kind of erases the existence of aromantic people and characters. Some people are just generally not interested in romance in any sort of way, and they deserve to find plenty in fandom to latch onto just as much as people who love romance do. I am not saying romantic relationships are bad and should be stopped when it comes to fandom stuff. Go ahead, ship, fill your boots, as long as you’re respectful about it of course. Tell me all the fluff and cute things about these relationships. Fine. But I firmly believe that other types of relationships should be more loudly explored in fandom as well, without people automatically taking that discussion and turning it into an automatic ‘well, yeah, that’s because they’re in love with each other, duh?’

Worst blorboficiation

Okay, I’m not answering this one so much as I’m admitting to be an old fuddy-duddy. Leaning on a cane, shooing people off my yard, and grumbling about the new-fangled fancy speech. In other words, I don’t know what this word means, please someone explain it??

That one thing you see in fanart all the time

I will say this plain and clear and take any harsh feedback on this. If you’re only using AI to create ‘fan art’, you’re not an artist and you’re using a tool created through theft of artist’s actual hard work. I see AI art more and more frequently and it vaguely pisses me off every time.

You can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.)

I really don’t see the appeal of romanticized yandere or of the A/B/O trope, but that’s just me. I ask that people don’t share things along those lines with me and as long as those boundaries are respected, other people can fill their boots with those tropes and enjoy because people are allowed to like things I don’t really get!

You’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

NOTHING. Repeat with me – cringe culture is dead. I am allowed to like any and everything I like without having to worry about whether it’s ‘cool’. Cool is a social construct that is perpetually changing and feeling guilt or shame because you enjoy something that other people are telling you is wrong to enjoy is a waste of your time and mental energy. Don’t buy into that – enjoy what you enjoy! Talk about it, create for it, let it live in your head and let it make you happy.

Topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Sorry, not sorry, but it’s shipping. I’d say about 80-90% of fanwank and fandom arguments and drama and fights in fandom boil down to ‘I don’t like what they ship/they ship something different from me/they ship the character I love with themselves and that pisses me off/they’re shipping the wrong way wah wah wah’. Honestly guys, it’s a large part of why I don’t really ship. I mean, growing up in early aughts fandom that 80-90% was 95-99% of fandom wank, since I grew up in the days of Ichigo/Rukia or Ichigo/Orihime and Sakura in the Naruto scene and whether she belonged with Naruto or Sasuke or whether she belonged dead because she was standing in the way of the boys being together and what do you mean, you ship with an OC? And that OC? They’re trash and mary-sue and you’re dumb for making them, especially shipping them with my fave character and after living through all that wank and drama, I just can’t really find it in me to want to ship outside of just shipping all my friend’s OC/self-inserts with their respective fictional others. There’s much less wank when you’re just supporting friend’s ships and getting into them and when there is, I can easily be like ‘I ship it because you see that character there? My friend made that gorgeous beast. Do you not have eyes, Susan? Can you not see how wonderful that character and ship is? No? Go see the fucking optometrist then.”

Common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

Okay, I know the KHR fandom will tear me apart on this one and I sort of apologize in advance. But honestly guys…I want it as much as the next person, since the anime was nowhere near what the manga deserved, but we’re never going to get a reboot. I mean, it’s been 14 years since the anime ended. God, do I feel old typing that out. I do think the best we can hope for at the moment is really just a good English dub, hopefully a full one, that will revitalize the fandom a bit and maybe a couple small one-shot manga’s or spin-offs for other media.

#admin chatter #unpopular opinions #being salty #oops I answered a wrong ask #this is the right one though haha

[luv-loo]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!

I’m looking at the new cast for Total Drama and I LOVE THEM !! I know I’m late BUT WHO CARES

All my thoughts and feelings under the cut, as well as a lot of shit talking/posting.

Group 1

Priya - Her design is simple, like most of the this cast, but I really do believe they look good ! THESE ARE TEENAGERS. Anyway, she probably has one of my favourite designs, I love the blues <3. I don’t have much theory on her personality, but I’m thinking in between the lines of smart/shy or direct/nervous (smart-mouth but doesn’t say much to peoples faces). She’s definitely gonna be one of the ones I’m looking forward to the most !

Millie - She’s giving country/small town vibes from her outfit, which I do love ! She’s going to be the girl that’s going to encourage her team, I think. Not to much else to say, but I do think she looks great ! Actually, I do have one more thing, I think she’ll be one of the people to get a love interest, which if she does I really hope it’s cute ^^

Ripper - Bet he’s going to be one of my faves, but I also think his character could go two ways: 1, being one of the main comic relief characters (ie, slipping up a lot, but I don’t think he’ll be dumb) or 2, the laid back go along guy. He’ll help in challenges and be a good member of the team, but I think he won’t become in charge in most of them. With my limited knowledge of baseball, I do think he’s “backstory” or sorts will be that he enjoys it, mainly because of how he dresses. Out all of them, he’s 1 or 2 characters that I think I will love.

Damien - He looks badass. Definitely going to be a level headed camp member, and call out Chris on his bullshit. I think he’ll be the one that everyone likes, but not to many favourites. I mean, his design is so COOL. The colours are sending me <333

Axel - I really hope she isn’t, but I think Axel will be the antagonist, but she’s so cool looking lol. Imagine if she’s first induced in a typical mean way, like Heather, but than during challenges and just hang out time she’s one of the nicest campers. She helps out, chats to people and actually being a good team player. But people are skeptical of her because she has the ULTIMATE resting butch face. I love this idea but I don’t think it’ll turn out that way, but I can wish and dream. But she’s still badass looking.

Chase - Fuckboy. No, wait, but in all honesty he’s probably gonna be part of one of the main couple of this season, he radiates that energy. Nice Guy TM, but that one nice guy that most people like. He looks like he’s wearing some type of one piece underneath his jumper, or he just really likes yellow, but I think he’ll be some type of dancer, which would be pretty cool. But I’m betting he’s the token nice guy.

Zee - My guy needs to work on their posture, like is their back alright ??? Beside from that joke, they looks pretty chill. ~Good Vibes~ I also think they’re going to be non-binary, but I’m not 100% sure what the creators have said on this topic, but than again they could be just some chill dude. I’m not sure what roll he’ll play, but I can see them just talking to someone slouch down but when they get angry Zee gets to their full height and towers over that person Lol. That would be really funny.

Scary Girl - The goth, crazy bitch & everyone’s favourite girl rapped in a gift with two pigtail ribbons. I’m just kidding, but she does look pretty bloody cool/cute. She’ll be the sike out villain, but I think she’ll be just some crazy goth chick and I’m LIVING for it ! But, does she not have a name ?? I’m excited to know that backstory and reveal of her name. Her outfit is so bloody cute, I can’t get over it ! But I bet she’s the character to randomly walk out of shadows.

Group 2

Caleb - Dat ass 😩 but, I think he’ll be the hottie for the season that all the girls flock over, plus Bowie tbh. I don’t have much else to say than I had one look at him and completely forgot he was a character. He isn’t doing much for me, but I think I won’t dislike him, Caleb has a cool design so I’m excited.

Nichelle - SHE ! Nichelle has such a good design, my artist brain is electrocuted with how her hair is LMAO. She just looks so cool ! The colours are everything !! I can’t tell what her personality/roll will be but I’m betting on the more “popular” side, but I’m not going to say mean because she doesn’t exactly seem that way.

Julia - Unpopular Opinion: I really like Julia & Emma’s designs, I think they look really cute ! My favourite part about Julia atm is her hair/eye shape, they give off more bitch energy but I still really like her <3 the colours are really nice as well, plain but simple and you gotta love plain stuff. She’s coming off as sly/smart tbh.

Bowie - DAT ASS 😩 I’m sorry but I can’t help but look at his triangle point LMAO. Anyway, I think they’re supposed to be one of the new gay characters (I’m using they/them because idk if their just feminine gay or not, if that makes sense). ANYWAY, I like their design, it’s cute, it’s classic it’s colourful ! Their chin is giving me shittly done dot-to-dot but hey, it’ll grow on me. I’m more nervous to see if they have a higher voice, like with my fear if most female voices (I have very sensitive ears and they are pretty bad to high voices, I can barely listen to family with high voices with out cringing), but overall I like them, but they won’t probably be on my top 5 fave list.

Wayne - Nervous, hockey looking-ass, that I’ll be very mad if he leaves early. I like his hat and hair tbh, idk why but I do. I also love his chunky looking shoes. Obviously he gonna be part of a bff pair, but I hope they aren’t like Katie & Sadie where they are nearly carbon copies of each other, but they don’t look like it, so that’s a good start. Bet he’s the more rational friend due to how he looks nervous, probably was asked to audition by his buddy RAJ.

RAJ - Highschool Ray William Johnson is that you ? LMAO, that’s the first thing I thought of seeing his design, next was, “Oh, he’s gonna be the trouble maker”. He looks like he’s going to be in the category “Dumb: Goes first into danger” but he also seems neutral ? Idk. I think he’s cool and I like the hair for some reason (hairs my favourite thing about drawing so of course I like it on these characters lol).

Emma - She looks so cute ! She has a similar body shape to me and idk it makes me very happy !! Her outfit is killing me with cuteness. She’s probably gonna be kind of like Beth, the awkward teen or I really hope she’s a twist with having a sweet personality most of the time but when she needs to she can be RUTHLESS ! Idk, I love her though.

MK - I LOVE HER. ALREADY MY FAVOURITE. She’s so bloody cute ! Her beanie, her outfit, THE COLOURS ??? I love her. I want her to be the final girl PLEASE. I want her to be chill, smart, fun, and idk not a dick ??? I just love her design a whole fucking lot. Her, along with Ripper, Axel & Wayne are going to be who I look at the most !

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I’m so excited for my comfort series to come back <333 I NEED IT, but HBO isn’t really an Australian thing, so I’m joking everyone in pirating until they make it available here lol.

#loo chatters #total drama #total drama new cast #total drama new seasons

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Day 6: Sunrise, Sunset

One more day! Thanks again @amandaashplease--couldn't let this prompt go by without reflecting on all the "Eddie's a tech guy" headcanons out there.

As far as Friday night activities are concerned, Eddie doesn’t do school shit, and Hellfire doesn’t count. But he had to take an elective, and he’d already done art and music, so drama was what remained. Since he sure as shit wasn’t acting, he’d joined the crew for the musical and blah blah blah, sets were built, lighting rigs were hung, and sue him: he’d like to see the finished result with an audience. 

Plus, for a musical, Fiddler on the Roof isn’t half-bad. He’s not saying he wants to go see Cats or anything—God, does he fucking hate Cats, and the cast recording Tammy Thompson plays all the goddamn time backstage—but he can get down with some poor people hoping for, like, a better future, or whatever.

So, yeah. He has his spot in the auditorium, near the back, where he can put his feet on the seat in front of him and ignore his classmates.

Until, that is, five minutes before the show’s about to start when someone shuffles into the row next to him and says, “is anyone sitting here?” 

It’s Chrissy Cunningham, and Eddie nearly falls out of his hard wooden seat as he scrambles to sit upright. “Uh. Hey. No, it's cool.” 

“Thanks.” She sits, and Eddie has a million questions. Like, where’s her dumb boyfriend? Why’s she here alone? Does she know how good she smells? Why is her ponytail so high? 

He doesn’t dare to ask any of them, though, so he just tries to look like he’s not looking at her, except for how he is. Mercifully, the lights go down a few minutes later, putting him out of his misery.

The thing is, though, he can’t focus on the show with Chrissy sitting right next to him. Can’t, like, get annoyed with the chick playing Hodel when she misses her mark and sings a whole fucking line in complete darkness. Can’t even appreciate the fact that Samuel Schlesinger is a pretty good Tevye. Way better than Tammy Thompson as Golde. 

But then, during Sunrise, Sunset, he hears some sniffles beside him and realizes Chrissy’s all teary-eyed over what is, objectively, a pretty sad song. But also, what the fuck is he supposed to do about it? His hands are frozen to the armrests, and he wishes he was the kind of dude with a handkerchief in his pocket. 

“You okay?” he whispers in the few spare seconds of silence between the song ending and the wedding beginning. 

Chrissy nods. Compresses her lips into a tight line and wipes her eyes so fiercely that some mascara drags across her temple.

Intermission is soon after, and she turns to him with an apologetic smile when the house lights come on. “I’m sorry. It was just… pretty.” 

“No, uh. You’re fine. You’re uh… yeah. It’s a good song.”

“Mmm.” She twists her mouth into a bow, lower lip jutting into a pout. “Do you ever… it’s so stupid. I forgot about an English assignment, and I have to watch this and write an essay to make it up.” 

That’s surprising in that Chrissy has always struck him as perfect academically and socially, but it explains why she’s not here with friends. “Uh, sorry. I’m only here because I’m in drama, and like… yeah. I worked on it.” 

“Oh.” Another pause and she offers him a smile. “It’s really good.” 

“Thanks. Sorry about your English grade.” 

“At least she’s giving me a chance to make it up. This semester’s been… just. I don’t know.” She smooths down her skirt, then cuts her eyes at him. “Do you… do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” 

It’s a loaded question with a simple answer, and Eddie smiles.

Technically, Tammy already graduated, but given that the Duffers don't care, neither do I, so she's Golde. Suck it, nerds!

#hellcheervalentinesweek #fanfic #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #eddissy #edissy #microfiction #valentine's day #event #tumblr fiction

[itjazzbicch]

Wild Thing

Kinktober Day: 4 /31

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Fem reader

Kink: Biting/Blood

Summary: Having a bit of jealousness towards Jon Moxley as a member of BCC, the reader doesn’t mind messing with him whether if it’s looks or jokes, but when Jon calls her bluff, she feels deep down inside why she feels that way…

Theme/Motivation:

Warnings: (Smut) (18 + ONLY)(Swearing, biting kink, blood kink, rough sex, spanking)

Word Count: 1.5k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Being in the BCC was a new, fun experience for me, but lately? It was hell.

Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for my fellow member Jon Moxley, he’s a good, fighting champion.

But everywhere I went, it was Moxley this, Moxley that. Moxley, Moxley, Moxley.

Hell, even at meet and greets, fans coming to see me would ask about him!

Jon, Bryan, Yuta, and I got some dinner after a meet and greet, heading to the hotel together and boys will be boys.

They were play fighting in the elevator and I took a chance to make a joke:

“Hey, don’t push him too hard, he might start bleeding.”

Bryan and Yuta didn’t even bother to hold back their laughs while shaking Jon around and him? He had this stare, deep into my eyes and I smiled at him in return.

“Well guys, the night was fun,” Bryan patted Jon on the back and fist bumped me, Yuta following him out as the elevator came to a stop.

“See ya, guys.” I waved softly and Jon didn’t move an inch or say goodbye. His eyes were still fixed on me.

As the elevator closed and headed up more, Jon caught my attention by pushing the stop button.

“Dude, what are you doing?” I shot quickly, growing curious while he fixed his title on his shoulder, saying:

“You and I need to have a talk.”

“And you had to stop the elevator for that?” I groaned, not being able to finish as he said quickly:

“Why do you envy me so much?”

“Envy you?” I giggled, shaking my head at him, “I wouldn’t call it envy.”

“You don’t like that I’m the number one guy in BCC, in AEW. You envy me,” He was certain that was the case and he wasn’t wrong truthfully.

Leaning back against the wall and crossing my arms, I smirked at him, “I just like pushing your buttons. It’s fun to mess with you.”

“Just pushing my buttons, huh?” Stepping up to me, his blue eyes light up some with a small smile, “I get it, now.”

“Get what?” This time, he didn’t say anything, just smiling at me and I had a feeling of what he was thinking, steering away from it:

“You know what, I won’t lie. You’re the star of BCC, but when I win the women’s title? You’re gonna be blinded by my light.”

“Yeah, sure, man,” His eyes rolled and I corrected just to mess with him some:

“I’m not a man.”

“Okay, dude,” He started laughing at me, “And don’t complain about that. You say that to guys and chicks.”

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes back, hitting the elevator button so it would go again and as I leaned, I heard his whisper:

“And good luck trying to top me.”

“I’m sure I could do it easily,” I could never let someone get away with a slick comment and he was no different, winking at him too.

“That’s what you think,” Of course, he had to keep dragging this on and I glared at him when I faced him this time:

“Bite me.”

“Haha,” He chuckled softly, winking back at me, “I am a biter. You into too?”

In that moment, I started to realize why we always bickered and messed with one another so much, my heart rate picking up when he propped himself up by the arm on the wall behind me, taking another step closer so there was barely any space between us.

“Maybe,” Looking him up and down, there was the aurora that he had, making me loosen up, subconsciously slipping into deeper thoughts that revealed my true feelings buried deep within me, “If I were you, I’d be careful. I have a hard bite.”

“There you go trying to one up me again,” He seemed to be complaining, but a devilish smirk on his face, putting his foot on the pedal when he shrugged, “But fuck it, there’s only one way to find out.”

One touch of his lips against mine made my cold blood run hot and since he wanted a bite, I took his lip, biting down with a bit of force, pulling his lip back with my head:

“I’ll be nice and take it easy on you.”

“Naw, I don’t do easy,” His head came back to mine, kissing me more along with a whisper, “I don’t know who you think you are with this attitude, but if we’re gonna get busy, I’m gonna do a whole lot of bad things with you.”

“Bad things, hm?” I hummed, looking to the elevator doors as it dinged and came to a stop, “Come show me what you mean by bad things then.”

“Oh, you’re gonna find out,” He snickered, pulling me along with him to the elevator so we could head into my room.

Stepping in, he tossed his title onto the chair in the corner, enjoying one last kiss before practically ripping each others clothes off.

We had physical chemistry considering how much we trained with each other and he read me easily.

The moment my hands went up to take him by the shoulders, he took me by both wrists, his strength lifting me up some and slamming down on the bed and keeping me pinned.

“What happened to topping me, Y/N?” His laugh was evil and this dominance, strength, it did turn me on even more, but I poked at him:

“You’re such a dick, you know that?”

“I know I can be,” He acknowledged, shifting his hips upward and easily slipped the tip of his cock into me, slamming his hips back down so hard that my breast flung upward, jaw dropping with a gasp, “But how’s that for some dick, huh?”

“Jon-“ This time I didn’t have a comeback, just moaning at how his cock was inside of me, clenching more and more at his rough thrust, giving every inch each time his hips smacked into mine and about splitting down the middle.

“And oh yeah,” Leaning down and biting my lip with his kiss, his head dipped down so he could whisper in my ear, “Don’t think that you weren’t gonna learn how hard I bite too.”

“Bite me with all you got,” I encouraged, the filthiest moan flying out of me when I felt his teeth sinking into my neck.

He could’ve taken a chunk out of me if he really wanted to, not loosening and growling along with quicker snaps of his hips that sent my whole body upward with the shaking bed.

“Oh fuck,” I could barely get the words out with the air being knocked out of me, so lost in the swirling world in my head, hips jerking along with the spasm of my walls, “Bite me harder, Jon.”

“Hope they can cover these marks for the show tomorrow,” He snickered, leaving hickeys all over my neck before he threw my right leg up and over his shoulder, spanking my ass hard with it exposed, pushing his and my weight down onto me when he bit at my neck again, knowing exactly what I was feeling:

“You gonna cum all over my dick?”

I was sure he wanted to hear me say it, my arm wrapping around his head with my nails sinking in, delivering my own bite on his shoulder, just as hard as is after I whined out:

“Gonna cum so much with you going like this!”

“Good,” He muffled out, spanking a sting into my ass again, leaving me with no oxygen again, his entire body weight behind his thrusts, “Cum, right now.”

I didn’t need his command, panting and gasping as my walls clenched so hard my nerves jolted all at once, my back arching instantly as another reaction, hearing a deep growl from him and his teeth sinking deep and hard into my neck, making me scream:

“Fuck, Jon!”

He picked up his head quickly to look at me and I was still at an intense high, rocking my hips up to keep the feeling for as long as I could, pulling his head back down so I could find his shoulder to bite again, whining at the languid series of thrusts he had still.

“Whoops,” He was giggling under his pants, slipping out of me and I was still moaning at my walls now clenching around nothing, leaving me with an ache, side eyeing him when I felt his finger running along my neck.

Even I could feel the indents of his teeth along my neck, the heat radiating off of it, seeing blood on his finger tip.

“You’re lucky that was so hot,” I smirked, not minding in the slightest, I was sure I could get all of the marks and bruises covered up.

“I can say the same to you,” Looking to his shoulder, I wasn’t the only one with some marks on them.

“Don’t try and sass me,” I took my turn to feel his shoulder, leaning up slightly to kiss it, “I know you loved every second of that, you wild thing.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #Aew #Aew imagine #Aew fic #Aew smut #Kinktober #Kinktober imagine #Kinktober fic #Kinktober smut #jon moxley #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley imagine #jon moxley fic #jon moxley smut #read and enjoy #Spotify

[gotatext]

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐲  ;    ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #6 !

how are you feeling about movie night ? did anything surprise you ? 

“ man, movie night was kinda fucked. obviously my clips weren’t great, but… they were all pretty old. like none of that shit i said stills stands. ”  apart from the comment about charlene being fit as fuck. obviously that still stands, but you can window shop without wanting to shoplift the store.  “ callie choosing frankie’s video was like a red rag to a bull for angel, i know that much. but he’ll forgive her, he’s just being petty about it. ”  part of jude feels like angel needed to argue with his girl for a bit, stop making the rest of them look bad. also, he doesn’t really trust couples who say they never fight. what the fuck do those conflict-less couples even do ? cherish each other and shit ?  “ for me it was more the shit that came after that surprised me. jenny asked me to be exclusive, which i wasn’t expecting, and while i want it, it just didn’t feel like the right time. we’ve had so much drama this week, i think maybe if that just calms down, then we’ll be golden. ”  and also, his fingers were literally inside her. not exactly a story they can tell the grandkids.

what are your thoughts on romi and marcus’s decision to leave ? 

“ romi is obviously someone i was very close to, and then suddenly not close to at all, and then after the double date… in some weird kinda in-between friendship thing with. ”  jude notes, struggling to outline the complexities of their warped relationship.  “ them leaving is sad, but it’s the right choice for her. marcus seemed like a solid dude. for sure i’d like to get to know him better on the outside. ”  he’s pretty sure there’ll be no shortage of club promos and big nights on the down in manny or the big smoke. maybe they’ll even make it over to dublin, air bnb it for the night, take a trip around miles’ gaff. feels weird that he’s got this whole new friendship group now spread out all over the place like the british empire in 1919 or some shit.  “ they’re definitely gonna be missed, nobody’s arguing with that. ”

are you happy in your couple or do you think your head could be turned ?

“ i’m basically fully focused on jen. i don’t really see that changing, if i’m honest. like yeah, obviously i have good chats with charlene, or adela feels like someone who i could fuck about with and have a really fun time, but since coupling up with jenny i kinda feel over all that. i do genuinely like the girl a lot. i’m not saying it’s gonna be easy, chick lives halfway across the planet but love who you love and figure the rest out. ”  shit. freudian slip.  “ i mean like who you like. whatever, it’s not…” flushed, jude buries his face in his hands.  “ fuck this shit. this is bullshit. i said like. ”

what are your thoughts on santiago and victoria ? are either of them your type ? do you think your partner would be interested in them ?

“ nah, bro. the two of them coming in now just spells drama. D-E-R-A-M-A, bruv. i’m not getting involved. ”  maybe he would have given victoria a look-in if she hadn’t snogged jenny right in front of him, but even then she feels like a poundland version of the bird he’s already got. “ santiago’s got some cheek coming in here all photography-guy and shit. that role’s already taken, man ! jog on back to cyprus ! ” or wherever he’s from. jude doesn’t even care. he’s totally not threatened by it at all.

are you grafting right now ? if so, who is at the top of your list ?

“ not really, no. ”  jude purses his lips for a second. “ i mean i guess it depends how this week goes. i kinda told jenny i want her to prove she can be loyal to me and shit before we try any of the locked-in bullshit that seems to be pumping it’s way around the villa like a virus, but i dunno. i’ll probably cave before a week’s up, if i’m honest. i don’t really want her having an excuse to cop off with the fit new seven-foot cypriot, you know ?  it’s just fun to keep her on her toes. ”

#crackon:prompt

[thrushppelt]

hugging shard and telling you to talk all you want about the blorbo's lore cause it's so angst but i wanna know all abt it

Anon you are In for it

OKAY I don’t have everything figured out but.

Most of her story is centered around mouseshine, her future mate and deputy. I have significantly less plot for him but he’s Evil and Smart and so is she so. They kiss

From an early age shardtimber was normal and, while being a runt, starclan basically told most the clan she Will be leader. Mouse was always a freaky kid (jumpy and squeaky like a mouse). I think I had him as an orphan?

Mouse was the first to be apprenticed between them and she was JEALOUS!! Lots of childlike resentment which made her try Even Harder to be a good to-be-warrior

WHICHHHH led her to get the massive scar on her face basically when she’s a green-ass apprentice. NOT SURE HOW IT HAPPENS YET I’m too at odds BUT what’s important is she stays in the med den for AGESSSS and while she still trains sometimes alone w her mentor she is JUMPY and worried abt getting further hurt even though she Knows that that’s just life and she needs to be leader and and AND

Between this and her becoming deputy a LOT happens between her n mouse. Mouse confesses when she wakes up from her injury, they’re together and happy for a bit before shard realizes Hey this guys kinda evil……. And I’m Not actually that evil I’m just cynical. Or something. They’re Different forms of evil it MAKES SENSE. ANYWAY mouse is just a little bitch and doesn’t know how to show the little affection he’s ever had for someone. What’s worse is that stress has already begun to dig it’s claws into shard and she shows her age too early. About her she’s made leader and even if mouse Knew he wasn’t gonna be leader (yet…..) he’s JEALOUS. seething. Doesn’t celebrate w everyone else. I might have someone else be deputy before mouse, due unrelatedly, THEN mouse becomes dep

Mouse’s kit who he had w someone else(pheasantchill who has like. No lore) (previously it was before he got with shard but plot wise now that’s Way too early. Anyway they don’t really care abt cheating) challenges shard bc he’s tired of her shit and he’d OBVIOUSLY BE BETTER

He gets his ass beat because he’s a paw and half her size. Mouse gets ANGRY because that’s his kid tf? Mouse and shard fight and mouse gets the nasty cut on his shoulder. The symbolic grip of love they have on each other grows a little looser here.

A few lives later (and a better relationship with pheasant) (and a few kids who also have no lore) pheasant suddenly gets taken over by an omen. “Sharp teeth that speak your tongue will take the one most dear” HaHa That Can’t Mean Anything (<- it means something)

This is where a terrier that’s taken in by a cat from another clan (SORRY SOOTKIT you also. Have almost no lore) is proving herself to be just as good as any cat. Shard and mouse don’t know about her. They hear rumors but how ridiculous right? Lmfao this won’t be an issue

SO starclan is like Dude Watch Out. Gives shard a dream to warn her. “What you don’t mend to will lose forever”. Sees mouse shadowed by a collar. She massively misinterprets this by mouse wanting to quit clan life and, seeing him loom over her when she wakes, immediately strikes out. They can barely be considered Together at this point, if not for all the shit they went through together

SO he gets all sorts of pissed off and storms out of the camp. UNFORTUNATELY the clan that has sootbriar borders shards clan :) and lo and behold! Mouse and soot meet! And after a long battle mouse fucking DIES.

This absolutely RUINS shard. She’s on her last or second to last life by now and she’s in a similar state to blue at this time. I THINK I might go w her having being captured by humans after going out once in a blue moon

SORRY RHIS IS SO FUCKING LONG LMFAO. I didn’t even mention stemfur or more minor difficulties they went through. But like. Writing this out it really is. Mouse ruins this chicks life and he barely loved her ?/!-??

UHH also minor deets I can’t figure out where to throw, mouse loses his tail later in his life. Shard has a claw wound across her throat, significant scars elsewhere on her pelt. A stiff paw from a trap that fucked up her wrist.

#profic warrior cats #mouseshine #shardstar #clangen oc #it’s like ‘this girl would’ve had an immensely better life if she wasn’t striaght’ LMAO? #idk how to explain mouse HATING-yet-loving her I truly can’t. it just happens #it’s like they know there’s No one else they could be with and they don’t wanna be alone. or something #I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM AS MUCH AS I DO LMAO

[thegravityblog]

My alter ego: This is what I hate. Idk what happens some nights, I am like “Why?”. Cheer up boy, sleep. She never lost sleep for you. And whatever she did was just an act. It was all fake. You’re just around the corner one step away. A couple of steps more and you’re there. You’ve already started feeling a sense of relief, don’t destroy it. Fuck her! She doesn’t deserve a soul like you. What the fuck in this world do you think, a woman who in her delusional world thinks she’s strong and a girl boss but when the times were really tough, got somebody to fill the void and just escaped? You think this person deserves to be in your late night thoughts? Cmon dude. Now you being deluded. Some people are fabulous actors, it was just an act. Now sleep, you have things to tackle. Who will take care of the employees, the product, the market, the clients and the associates? The whole fucking company? You put fires off everyday. Its normal, the difference is here you are completely being human. You’re doing absolutely fine. That bitch never deserved you, she was a mistake. You would had recovered by now, but she knowingly chose to fuck you for her own happiness. Her own stupid ass self centeredness. She could had ended things peacefully, but how would she feel better about herself if she couldn’t break you and confuse you? Keep you as a low-hanging fruit? But you won. You’re still around and you have achieved more than her in lesser time. And you’re rocking. There are so many more beautiful woman out there, what are her standards? You deserve someone who is internally beautiful, but not some fake ass girl boss. Girl bosses are accountable for their shit, your own elder sister is an example. That’s what a girl boss is. She owns her stuff and is not afraid to take responsibility. That’s the truth you needed to hear. Cool? I am surprised with all that cash in the bank you still think about a worthless fake human being! Sleep my boy. Winners don’t lose sleep for losers. Reserve this mental space for something meaningful. That chick took seconds to slip into someone’s bed, what makes her a strong woman? 0 self control when things were wrong. And did she win? Leaving you? Have you seen who is she with? Is he even a man? And the lifestyle? Cmon dude, you should treat yourself a single malt next evening that she left you for a loser. Just because someone is always with a person doesn’t mean that person is a man of values. If he was, really, do you think they would had been coupling on a porn site? That’s there side hustle. So you think this man, who also takes the easy route to get rich is a man of values? High value men aren’t fiddling on a chicks tail and following her orders. They make her life better in an unimaginable way. They move their lady to do better in conventional ways. A proper side hustle, in reality that guy is just being her pimp. How much of a reality check do you need more? Which civilized guy would record videos of her girl and post them online for money? Is that a gentleman’s definition? That guy is allowing thousands of guys to jerk off seeing her girls ass. Is this enough for tonight? Reality check. Don’t be them. Don’t be deluded. Being in solitude needs courage which you have been showing, these people are weak. Ask them to be alone for just a month and they’ll get mad, because in reality they can’t be with themselves. They don’t have the time to reflect on who they are! just don’t waste time on thinking why. Why is because she is this way. Not a gentleman’s possession but a pimps public property. Sorry, online pimp sounds accurate.

Yep, my alter ego is right. Sorry dude. 😂🥲

*These convo’s are very interesting between me and my alter ego*

[invaderzia1]

Imagine Mikey having a ride or die partner who’s the only good thing that came out of all the timeline he faced as an adult only for him to go back in time and live his teenage years and remember "… oh yeah, she did NOT like me. Fucking hated my ass when we were young"

But that’s fine, everything good that happened between them only went on when they were both adult so he just… he just has to- to be patient. I just need to wait until we’re adult to get to know her-

Yeah fuck that. His whole gang wonder where there boss with zero interest in chick is because they can smell the sexual tension from outside the house.

Lets not talk about how unhinge he look if your kissing someone else? My guy ain’t doing the sad wobbly smile of "i’m happy for you two guys" but the "baji, get your kit, we’re fucking him up- that’s a chick she’s dating-BAJI, I DON’T CARE ABOUT GENDER! GET THE FUCKING KIT! WERE BURNING A BITCH’s HOUSE TO THE GROUND!"

"You need to chill, mikey"

Meanwhile everytime you’re around one another its literally

"What the fuck are you looking at?!"

"If you don’t like being watched, fucking move out the way!"

*actually move out the way*

"You’re fucking weird sano!" Before leaving. Yes. Yes he’s still staring because godammit you’re gorgeous. His gorgeous lil baddie. He can’t wait for you to call him your 'lil man' 'lil jirou'…

Bonus: "dude just ask her out!"

"Ew fuck no. That’s gross!"

Takemichi in the back giving him thumbs up because 'you can do it mikey. Only five years left' and mikey just get even more mad because 'fuck off. You got your girl around and im here being a fucking simp while my future wife is having the time of her life making out with everyone but me AHDJDVHSJD'

Poor baby

Ps: it probably makes zero senses, but i just came up with the idea of mikey finally meeting someone he wants to spend the rest of his life only for the time leaping to fuck it up XD

NO BECAUSE POOR TAKEMICHI HAVING TO HELP MIKEY NAVIGATE THIS. HES SO STRESSED ALL THE TIME FROM MIKEY CALLING HIM AT NIGHT. TAKEMICHI COMING TO SEE MIKEY AFTER HE GETS REJECTED FOR YHE FIFTH TIME.

I’ve had this in my inbox for a bit and I just like to stare at it and imagine I’m doing this to you and you’re brain

#maddy replies #maddy answers #anon

[monkeybean29]

Dude maybe it’s not possible to actually make a clear distinction between the two but I don’t think someone getting a nose job bc of ‘society pressure’ (racism??) is the same as a trans person getting gender affirming care. Like I get it’s complicated but as a trans poc, while I’m glad you were able to feel better about getting surgery, it very much gives the vibe of ‘if poc get surgery to change this thing I’m cool to get surgery for my gender’ which is a whole other thing?

The person whose video I watched about the nose job was a white chick lol. I get what ur saying but if it was a person of color getting a nose job because of racist societal pressure I wouldn't have said any of what I said lol

#leigh speaks #thank u for the feedback tho my guy what you said totally makes sense. its just that the person was white lol