#my dads side has such horrible teeth

[shawtuzi]

i’m having thee worst plug!eren brainrot rn so here’s some random hc’s for himmm

mdni///cw include: black coded reader, SMUT, a whole lotta tooth rotting fluff, drug usage, major gun kink, talks of mommy and daddy issues, some grisha slander heh, not proofread so there may be some spelling mistakes :((

♡ so it’s goes without saying he is one of those ppl that has no idea what to do when someone’s crying in front of him. he grew up in a household where if he was ever caught crying he’d be told to suck it up and act like a man :(( so it’s very hard for him to find the right words to say or do the right actions when comforting someone. on the bright side he has gotten better at it since he’s met you.

♡ the first time you cried in front of him was when you made the horrible decision to show him the movie ‘my sisters keeper’ and you were an absolute mess by the time the credits rolled. “are you….are you crying?” he asked absolutely flabbergasted that you were crying, sure the movie was sad but was it really that sad?? (yes it is). “of c-course im sad *hiccup* did you not watch any of the damn movie?” you sniffled crossing your arms over you chest. instead of talking about it any further eren just pulled you onto his lap and tucked your face in his neck muttering out a ‘whatever you say weirdo.’ after witnessing many moments like that he’s wayyy better at handling your lil emotional self.

♡ he’s surprisingly a natural with kids!!! one of his homeboys has a three year old daughter who is absolutely too precious for her own good and every time eren sees her he can’t help but turn into a pile of mush. he doesn’t do the whole baby talk thing though he’ll talk to that little girl like she’s one of the homies much to your dismay. one time he bought her a barbie car as a present and the gesture was adorable a first until he opened his damn mouth, “and if any of those kids at the park mess with you just run them over with this and they’ll leave you alone okay? listen to your uncle eren he knows his shit.” that earned him a smack upside the head from you and an exhausted head shake from his homeboy. he rlly is too much.

♡ seeing you with his homies daughter also ignited something in him he’s never ever felt before. eren could never see himself as a dad, maybe the cool uncle but nothing more than that. but goddamn seeing you handle kids makes him wanna buy a big ass house and give you as many kids as you’ll let him—hence his raging breeding kink that appears from time to time. you always wondered why he got so riled up every time he saw you with his friends daughter and then it all started to make sense one night when he was fucking you like a madman and kept moaning n panting about how pretty you’d look carrying his kids. you both came to an agreement that kids were off the table for a while but it didn’t make it any less fun when he stuffed you full of his cum until he was basically shooting blanks.

♡ “g-goddamn fuck y/n,” eren groaned into your ear, emptying his fourth load into your aching pussy. you were absolutely spent—nothing but a babbling, brain dead mess. you thought eren would’ve been too tired as well, but when he pulled his face outta your neck he still had that mischievous glint in eyes that had you folded up in the first place. “m’still hard,” he whispered making you whimper. “no…n-no more ren too sensitive,” you whined making eren hum. he glanced at your thighs that were still shaking from the aftershocks of you previous orgasm, then looked back into your eyes. you knew what he was hinting at and meekly nodded your head making him smile. he slowly pulled out of your pussy, gently shushing you when he heard you whine before sitting back on his knees. he pushed your thighs together and quickly slipped his dick between the pillowy skin, groaning at how soft you felt. “yeah…that’s it you feel so good mama,” he grunted pulling his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth. every once in a while he dick would glide across your overly sensitive clit making you mewl. it didn’t take long for eren to reach his peak once again and without warning he parted your thighs and shoved his dick back into your pussy knocking all the air out of your lungs. “so good….always so good for me. my perfect girl i love you do much,” eren muttered breathlessly into your ear.

♡ his love language is words of affirmation hands down!!!! he practically purrs like a kitten when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you :((

♡ i don’t think it’s any surprise he’s got some pretty bad mommy AND daddy issues. losing carla at a young age had a monumental impact on him as a kid and grisha didn’t even deserve the title of being a father. his whole life he’s never been able to be vulnerable in front of anyone until he met you ofc. you were his light, his safe haven and he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as caring and nurturing as you but he never dared question it. you’d only seen him cry one time in front of you and it was when you went with him to visit carla’s grave. he looked like he was holding so much in and it absolutely broke your heart. “it’s okay to be upset eren you don’t ever have to put on that tough façade for me,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his trembling lips that was full of so much love and care he could’ve sobbed. he still has his moments where he closes his emotions off from you but day by day you’re slowly breaking down those walls he built up all those years.

♡ he is a true crime girly!!! he’s one of those ppl that can go to sleep watching the i.d. channel and still sleep peacefully.

♡ you’re a tad bit too clumsy for your own good so eren keeps a thing of bandaids and alcohol in his car and then a small lil box of sanrio themed bandaids in your purse. you thought he was absolutely ridiculous for keeping them on standby until you used damn near all the sanrio themed bandaids.

♡ “not so ridiculous for keeping these around now am i huh?” he chuckled putting the bandaid on your scraped knee. you didn’t say anything instead letting out an annoyed huff, but the annoyance quickly went away when he gave your knee three kisses. “my clumsy girl,” he snickered giving your pouting lips a kiss. “s’not my fault these heels are just too tall,” you mumbled kicking them off in annoyance. eren smirked and reached behind his seat pulling out a pair of fluffy slides, “i knew you’d get annoyed with them eventually—put these on instead,” he said setting the slides on your lap. you tried to your bratty act up but you just couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your glossed up lips, “you’re the best renny,” you giggled giving his cheek a kiss. “i know i am.” cocky ass mf.

♡whenever y’all are at your place it’s such a sight seeing this big, strong, mean man all comfortable in your pink fluffy blankets n cuddling with your squishmallows even though he supposedly has beef w them—but let me not even get into that seriously. sometimes after he’s done beating your pussy up he’ll grab two of your plushies and make them hump each other pretending it’s the two of you.

♡ “yes yes yes eren!” eren moaned on a high pitched voice making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you tried snatching the plushies from his grip but it was no use he was too damn strong. “oh my godddd eren enough!” you whined smacking his chest, leaving a red handprint in the making. eren’s jaw dropped and he turned to you his brows furrowed, “now that wasn’t very nice was it?” he said turning his head to plushie. “not very nice at all,” he said dropping his voice an octave making you giggle. you moved yourself onto his stomach and grabbed the plushies, tossing them aside. “m’sorry baby,” you pouted giving the red mark a sweet kiss, “let me make it up to you.” and that’s how you ended up face down ass up while eren pounded you from behind, the force making you grab onto your plushies for dear life.

♡ he’s very very into gunplay and it’s all your fault. that day you asked him so nicely to fuck your mouth with his glock was the day you created a monster.

♡ one night you both were at a block party and ‘get low’ by lil jon started playing and you couldn’t help but make your way over to where everyone was dancing and join in. eren admired you from the side taking a hit of his blunt every once in a while. you looked so damn good it was criminal. the way your denim mini skirt began to ride up your thick thighs from dancing had eren’s dick jumping in his pants. while you were dancing you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around you and knew exactly who it was. “you look so fine dancing out here you’re killing me baby,” he chuckled pushing your backside into his front and that’s when you felt it. you froze in your spot making eren smirk, “you okay mama?” he asked pressing a wet kiss to your neck. not even five minutes later you dragged eren to his car and bounced on his dick while while you sucked on his glock. even though the windows were blacked out anyone with eyes could tell what was happening with the way the car bounced and jostled. “fuck just like that baby make a mess on this dick,” eren groaned, pushing the glock deeper into your mouth.

♡ it didn’t stop there either sometimes eren liked to have you point the gun at his head while he fucked you. “look at my sweet girl holding my—goddamn m-my fucking gun. so damn naughty hm?” he grinned loving the way you were struggling to hold it against his head.

♡ his only social media is instagram and it’s basically a fanpage dedicated to you. his profile pic? a picture of him laying on your ass with the biggest smile on his face. his pinned photos? a picture of you and him with matching grills, one of you both wearing ski masks while his gun is pointed at the camera beam on and everything, and the other one is a pic of you two in a photo booth—you were smiling oh so prettily while one of your boobs was in his mouth. he only follows a few of his friends and the only girl he follows is you ofc not bc you made him only follow you he just chose too <333

♡ now after eren gets locked up life is a little bit different than it used to be. since being a dealer was out of the question he started working at an auto body shop w connie and although he wasn’t making as much money as he was before he still provided for you in every way. you didn’t mind the lack of expensive gifts in the slightest you were just happy your renny was back in your arms. he worked a lot more than he used to which left you a lot more needy for his touch and attention but he always made sure to take care you even after an excruciatingly long day at work.

♡ “missed you so much ren today went by so slow,” you whined against his lips as he fucked into you. he was pretty tired so he went a little slower than he usual fast pace but you didn’t mind in the slightest. “missed you too mama. you’re so sweet f’having dinner ready for me n’ helping me out in the shower,” he groaned pushing his thumb into your mouth which you greedily sucked. he always took a shower as soon as he got off, not wanting to get any oil or other grime from the shop on your pretty clothes. you couldn’t stand to not be in his arms a minute longer so you followed him into the shower and just wrapped your arms around his toned stomach while he showered not saying a word. little did you know in just a few days he’d be taking you on a vacation to barbados (somewhere you’ve been dying to visit) and while you both were there he planned on making you his forever by putting a fat rock on your finger.

#sigh i love him so damn much :(( #someone pls hold me why isn’t he real oh my god #plug!eren #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren imagines #eren yeager imagine #eren jaeger imagine #eren fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff #attack on titan smut #aot smut #eren x black reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren jaeger x black reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader

[finthegood]

I'M WITH YOU EVEN IF IT MAKES ME BLUE

jj maybank x fem!reader

description: jj and rafe get into a fight over jj being poor. you end up having to clean up your boyfriend and assure him that you still love him. inspired by taylor swift's "paper rings." a lot of this is word vomit.

tw: violence, talk of socioeconomic status, fighting, money insecurity, and a plethora of injuries (shown above).

word count: 861.

five punches and a lot of yelling later, you were sitting on your bathroom counter with jj standing guiltily between your denim-clad legs, eyes running over your face and licking his bleeding split lip.

"stop licking," you demanded mindlessly, voice only a whisper. jj jumped, slightly shocked to hear your voice for the first time since you had fled upstairs with him in tow.

"sorry," he replied roughly.

you had your head tilted to the side, trying not to block the light as you ran a cotton swab over his busted cheek. he tried not to wince at the feeling of cold ethanol alcohol in the wound, but his eyes squinted at the corners. you dabbed it with a dry cloth, before pulling the split together with a butterfly bandage.

as you tried to clear some of the blood off his jaw, you sighed. "i don't really know what to do about the lip. i don't think that i can put neosporin on it, so it's gonna hurt."

"that's okay, it already does."

you gave him a sharp look.

"sorry," he winced.

you chewed the gum in your mouth, having lost the majority of its flavor, now just making your jaw sore in solidarity to your boyfriend. "i know you are," you swallow. "i just don't understand why. we talked about this jage."

he closed his eyes and you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat. he opened his mouth, but nothing came out and he looked ashamed. after a pause, he began to talk.

"i can't stand rafe. i don't know what it is about him, because he isn't the only person who doesn't like me. hell, he's not even the only person who doesn't like me because i'm poor. he just-" he let out a broken sigh. "he just gets under my skin every time, and i don't know why. he makes me so angry, i can feel it boiling under my skin and i just black out. i'm sorry." his voice is hoarse and you know he means it.

"i know."

"i don't even feel bad because he's such an asshole. he has everything. and i don't have shit and he talks and talks, but he doesn't even understand what he's saying because he can't because he has always been fucking rich and i wish i could have that life." his words are spilling out of him, sentences wrapping around each other and his eyes are going glassy. it hurts your heart to see him like that.

you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him, even though you are still angry, because the hurt is sour between your teeth, and you need him to know that he isn't alone.

"but this time was bad. i'm happy your dad was there so fast because i think i could have really hurt him this time," he says it like a secret because it is, but between you two it's just the truth. "he said that i didn't deserve to be at a party like that. that i don't deserve you and your family because i'm just some asshole with no one, with nobody waiting on me or for me. i know you say he's horrible and i agree, but i just think sometimes that if it was a choice between me or him, everyone at that party would choose him, because he's just less trouble."

his words are muffled by your neck, but the meaning is clear. you raise his head and you are inches apart. his breath fans across your face. you rub his unbruised cheek with your fingers and meet his eyes, determined.

"i choose you," you state. he makes a wounded noise. you press a soft kiss to his cheek, trying to move oceans with one small kiss. trying to communicate how much he means to you.

"i'm sorry," he whimpers.

"i don't care about the money, jj. i love you. i choose you. even if i have to clean you up in my bathroom every weekend. even if we both have to be normal people with normal jobs, who work and struggle. you are worth more to me than rafe and this stupid kook shit could ever be."

"i know, i know. i love you and i'm sorry," he winces.

"well, i'm not so stop apologizing," you laugh.

"okay, sorry," he says, laughing loudly when you glare. he leans in to kiss you, split lip be damned. it's gentle and slow. his lips are warm and soft. he deepens the kiss, just looking to kiss. not pushing you to do anything, never asking for more than you give. he licks into your mouth and you sigh.

you kiss for a few minutes before you remember his lip and pull back. he chases your lips mindlessly and you snort. "your lip, baby." he groans and you have to stop yourself from continuing.

his hands rub your waist and you admire him. there is a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. you want to bite it. he swallows and whispers, "i like your earings."

"shut up," you snicker before going to kiss him again.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x fem!reader #paper rings #jj maybank fluff #obx #outer banks

[ladykailitha]

The Magic of Christmas Part 5/8

The paladin theory is something that a good friend of mine came up with, that if a person was playing them unironically they tended to be self-righteous assholes who actually believed they were holier than thou. Now if you were doing it for fun or to riff on how paladins were self-righteous jerks, then it didn't apply.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

***

September was the hardest on Steve. All the kids were away at school, busy being students and living their lives. If it hadn’t been for Eddie, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

“Who are you going to work on next?” Steve asked around his slice of pizza.

Eddie wiped his hands on his jeans. “The ranger sounded more fun, so Lucas is next.”

“You got a thing against paladins?” Steve asked, throwing him a couple of napkins.

“Every person that I have ever known that played one unironically have been assholes so...”

Steve started laughing and Eddie cocked his head to the side.

“What’s so funny?”

He wiped away a stray tear. “Mike is exactly like that.”

Eddie blinked. “Wait, really?”

Steve nodded, his eyes continuing to water as he fought back bales of laughter.

Eddie started laughing, too. Soon they were falling over each other just laughing their asses off when the girls found them like that ten minutes later.

“We are gone for less than an hour,” Chrissy huffed, “and we come back to find you giggling like children. Did Eddie break out the weed or something?”

The two men shook their heads.

“I was telling about Mike,” Steve insisted, “and he was telling me his theory that people that play paladins are assholes.”

Robin blinked for a moment and then started laughing too. Which set Steve and Eddie off again.

Chrissy just shook her head and put away the dessert Robin and she got, bringing out the beer to the sofa.

By the time she had finished all three of them had calmed down enough to explain.

“I’m going to have to tell the guys about this on Sunday,” Eddie said, holding his ribs.

“What happens on Sunday?” Robin asked, flopping on the sofa next to him.

Chrissy sat down on Eddie’s other side. “D&D with the Hellfire Club. Eddie DMs, while Jeff, Gareth, Brian and I play. It’s fun. Gareth has been fiercely battling Eddie over that nugget for years.”

Eddie grinned, all teeth. “He’s only bitter because he plays a paladin.”

That got them all laughing hysterically.

“That’s hilarious,” Robin said after they managed to calm down.

“So what’s on the docket tonight for my reeducation or whatever it is we call these things,” Steve asked.

“A double feature,” Eddie said excitedly. “Muppet fantasy. It’s fantastic.”

Steve turned to Robin, “I didn’t know Tammy Thompson made movies.”

Robin gasped. “You take that back!”

Chrissy and Eddie just looked at each in confusion.

“She sang like a Muppet!” Steve insisted.

“She did not!” Robin hissed. “She absolutely did not!”

Steve leaned over to get in her face. “Like a Muppet giving birth!”

“You’re horrible!” Robin groused.

Steve turned to the other two with a smile. “Tammy was Robin’s first baby gay crush in high school. She thought she could sing but she was the only one who thought so. Well, not counting the music teacher and her mother.”

Then he proceeded to sing horribly and high pitched so that everyone was laughing. Yes, even Robin.

“All right she was that bad,” Robin finally conceded.

Steve waved his hand at her. “Thank you!”

“I didn’t know you two met in high school,” Chrissy said. “That’s cute.”

Steve and Robin looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

“Everyone knew who Steve was,” Robin said, “captain of two of the three sports he played in. Rich, good looking, popular with the ladies. It was annoying.”

“I was also a bit of a mean girl,” Steve said with a half shrug. “We didn’t meet until after I graduated when my dad forced me to take the most humiliating job at the mall.”

Robin shuddered. “It was horrible. It was a nautical themed ice cream shop in the food court and we had wear these tiny sailor outfits.”

“Like the shorts on the boys’ costume was shorter than the girls’,” Steve said. “We measured.”

“At least the girls’ costume had shorts instead of skirt,” Chrissy said.

“Thank you!” Steve said throwing his arms in the air. “Tell that to this one!” He pointed at Robin.

“I would have gotten more dates if it had been a skirt is all I’m saying,” she replied haughtily.

“You were getting dates while I was getting made fun of,” Steve groused. “It was the stupid hat. It wouldn’t sit right for a start. My hair is too thick. I even tried not styling it. Nope still refused to stay on straight. Plus, I was famous for my hair in high school, so I thought it was hiding my best feature.”

Robin giggled. “I had a whiteboard and everything. ‘YOU SUCK’ on one side and ‘YOU RULE’ on the other. He never did get a single mark in that one.”

Eddie licked his lips slowly. “There–there wouldn’t be pictures of this is... outfit, would there?”

Robin threw her head back and laughed. “There’s a commercial.”

“No!” Chrissy gasped. “This I have to see!”

Robin grabbed the remote and found the YouTube channel for their smart TV. She logged into Eddie’s account with a grin.

When Steve realized what she was going to do, he made a dive for the remote. But Eddie tackled him to the floor.

“Quick!” Chrissy said. “What’s the name of the shop?”

Robin cackled. “Scoops Ahoy!”

Chrissy typed it in on her phone and grabbed the video that clearly had teenaged versions of their friends.

Steve immediately stopped struggling when the opening jingle started, allowing Eddie to get up and watch this absolute disaster of less than a minute’s worth of hell.

“Those are some criminally short shorts, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. He leaned forward and started cackling. “Does the register really say boobies?”

Chrissy leaned forward. “Oh my god! How did you get away with that?”

“Apparently film executives pop out of Hell as fully formed adults who wouldn’t know a joke if it bit them on the ass,” Steve said on the floor. He leaned his head back far enough to see the screen. He sighed. His hair looked like shit.

Eddie poked Steve in the ribs. “You looked cute.”

He held out his hand to Steve, who took it to get up. He plopped on the floor and leaned back against the sofa. “Yeah, you think so now, but I have no doubt you would have teased me for it back then.”

Robin looked at the remote in her hand and then back at Steve. “Sorry. I thought it would be funny. But you didn’t have a good time and that wasn’t fair to you.”

Steve shrugged.

Eddie put his arm around his shoulders. “I might have teased you, but only in the most unhinged flirting kind of way imaginable.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “He would have been insufferable about it, too. He would have made me come with every time even though I’m lactose intolerant so that he could make goo-goo eyes at the pretty boy.”

Steve looked up at him. “You think I was pretty?”

“Sweetheart, not was, is.”

Robin smiled at them and then shared a glance with Chrissy. Absolute idiots, the pair of them.

She pressed the remote and got them back their double feature. They started with Dark Crystal and throughout the whole movie, Steve didn’t budge from Eddie’s side as they sat together on the floor, Eddie’s arm still slung over Steve’s shoulders.

It was only when it was over and they took a brief break before starting Labyrinth that Eddie let go at all.

Steve moved to the large sofa, but when Eddie came back, instead of sitting on the floor like he had been before, he squished himself between Chrissy and Steve, forcing Steve to plaster himself against Eddie’s side.

Robin shook her head. It was going to be an eternity before they got to Christmas.

*

“You going to admit you like him now?” Robin asked a couple of days later as they sat on their sofa eating mac and cheese.

Steve sighed. “I can really see myself with him for the long term.”

“So why don’t you make a move then?” she asked, poking him with her toes.

Steve picked at his food with his fork, stabbing the noodles without any real effort to get them to stay. “I don’t know. We’ve talked about it before. You think he’s head over heels and I think he’s just being polite because I’m paying his bills right now.”

“Oh.”

Steve looked up at her and echoed. “Yeah, oh.”

“Shit, Steve,” Robin muttered. “I could ask Chrissy. I bet he tells her everything.”

“Would you tell her if she asked for Eddie if I liked him like that?” he asked, going back and picking at his food.

She deflated. “No. I would tell her he has to talk to you.”

“And I’m not ready for that,” he murmured finally setting his food aside. “There’s too much time between now and Christmas, I don’t want to make things awkward if he doesn’t like me like that.”

Robin winced. Especially for New Year’s eve.

“Yeah, okay,” she conceded. “Just make sure you tell him as soon as you can. You don’t want to wait too long and find out he’s moved on with someone else because he thought you weren’t interested.”

Steve nodded. “I know. I’ve just got to keep up the flirting and teasing so he knows I’m interested and hopefully he’ll make the first move.”

“I really hope this doesn’t blow up in your face.”

“You and me both, Robs. You and me both.”

***

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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[lixiektty]

baby fever

๛word count: 1.3k, warnings/kinks: dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, language, unprotected sex, breeding, size kink, praise, creampie, daddy kink (wonwoo calls himself daddy like twice), feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

wonwoo was a man of his word. to be specific, since the night of your honeymoon— he has been pushing hard to make you a mother. he loved thinking about not only being a dad but as well as how you'd look waddling around.

not to mention your husband, especially recently, had been having a horrible case of baby fever. you'd been busy, working and trying to get your house looking the best it could be, there was no way you could bring a child into your life while in the middle of so much. you weren't necessarily broke and neither was wonwoo, you were just one to watch your money and right now you were focused on getting food and fixing the house.

it's been a while since you and wonwoo had tried, you were still iffy about it all only because again you weren't ready financially. mentally as well you didn't know if you could actually take on the pressure of having a kid, having wonwoo by your side made you think about that less.

"fu— oh fuck," you moan out loud. a smirk plays along your lover's face, he knew how to please you and that's what always got him going— you were only his to please.

"feel that?" he asked, warm palm pressing flat against your tummy.

his tip bulged through the skin, this only turned wonwoo on more. he was so big and you were so small, he loved how he could do so much and toss you around like a doll.

you open your eyes the best you could, looking at the man with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. you softly nod, followed by a hum.

"you feel amazing around me, sweetheart," wonwoo praises, head falling onto you chest— leaving pecks here and there.

the love you had for him was unbearable, fucking or making love he always knew how to make it the best.

"i wanna give you a baby, my love," he said so confidently, "so fucking bad, please please, y/n~"

the more he pled, the more you wanted to give in. you had agreed before, right now is just not the right time. wonwoo insisted on taking care of anything else but you couldn't bare watching your husband work so hard while also having to take care of you.

"i promise, i'll take care of you. we'll do so good, don't you think?"

don't you think? i dunno. you really didn't, how could you when you never truly experienced taking care of a child?

"you're so beautiful, think about how cute they'll be. they'll have your eyes," he said, voice softening when he began talking about your features, "your pretty lips," his thumb brushing across your lips and pushing past the other to rest it in your mouth. closing your mouth around it, you suck slowly as he watched.

"is that your answer?"

you nod. it was like once you did, something changed in wonwoo— face lighting up, eyes opened wide and not looking fucked out like he did just moments ago.

"gonna be the death of me, y/n," he said before yanking his hand away and kissing you roughly.

the deep, soft thursts turned rough throughout time. he became needy and it was cute, his kisses became messy as well. you tried your best to keep up, tongues exploring one another's, but it was hard for you. you could barely hold up your legs anymore.

"i love you so much," wonwoo breathes out, sweaty forehead against your own, "you have no idea."

his next harsh thurst forced a high pitch shriek from you, eyes snapping shut with moans continuously coming from you as he went on. with each time his hips met yours, he hit that small sweet spot inside you.

"you— you're fucking crazy," you struggle to say. he was, he really was— for you that is. genuinely, you could never remember being fucked this good. no one was wonwoo.

"yeah?" he held your jaw tight, forcing you to look up at him, "fuck you so good you go dumb, can't learn any good damn respect."

all you heard was ringing and the tiniest bit of wonwoo's remarks, you were really fucked dumb. it was insane how he could do that, using your body as you go limp and can no longer hold onto the broad shoulders of your husband.

when you did finally speak, you let out a small "c- close," that could barely be heard. wonwoo knew though, he felt you getting tense knew how when you clenched, you were extremely close to your high.

"cum all over me, show daddy how much you love his cock," his groans had became low and his thrusts got sloppy, he was doing everything he could to get to his climax. the thought of you being pregnant was just enough to push him closer, but he needed to hear it from you.

your back arches off the mattress as he fucked you into your orgasm. each time you get to that point your words just spill out, half the time you forget what you say, but wonwoo loved it. he loved hearing you say the dirtiest things without any filter, without being embarrassed because that's what he wanted. to hear how he makes you feel gives him this boost that he could definitely use right now.

"sh— shit, woo you're so good to me," you moan out, hips stuttering, just adding more friction, "put a baby in me, we'll be amazing fucking parents. do it."

you said it like he wouldn't. that was exactly what he wanted to do, "oh, like i won't? i'll fuck several kids into you, baby."

his eyelids became heavy and he got deeper, overstimulating you in every way possible— mouth attached to your nipple, sucking hard, "gonna take every drop for me? like a good girl, yeah?" wonwoo asked and you nod, that not being enough, "say it."

"i'll take it like a good girl," you demanded, answering him like you should, "like your good girl." you finish. your breast fell from his mouth after he looks up at you in awe.

"that's it," he nods and moves back up to press his lips softly against yours.

this kiss went on for a while, the loving action not matching the impossibly rough and fast fuck wonwoo was giving you right now.

"ah—" he chokes out. you're cumming around him once again since you had been so overstimulated, this just sent shockwaves throughout wonwoo's body.

his warm seed filled you to the brim, him fucking it deep into you. both your sinful sounds were synced and eyes rolling to the back of your head, "gonna make me a daddy?"

"y– yes, yes," you responded.

wonwoo's mouth was so filthy and he kept going until he was draining out everything he could into you. you had been so curious about what wonwoo had been talking about earlier, about how he could see himself through your tummy. once you finally lifted your head and looked down, the sight was definitely something— he was so big and the fact that you could see him fucking you did something. his harsh movements caused you to leak out part of the load he had just put in you.

"don't waste it," he says, looking down and collect some of the substance onto his fingers.

they were brought up to your mouth, wonwoo making you suck his fingers clean. you didn't know how he was still going, fucking you hard while he was softening up inside you. the action of you sucking on his fingers alone would probably cause him to get hard again.

eventually, he had got tired— body falling onto yours, skin touching skin and still being inside you. the two of you laid there for a long while, catching your breath and lightly rubbing your hands along the other's skin. wonwoo eventually lifts himself up just enough to pull out and then lay right next to you, hand resting on your stomach, "this better work."

#seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #svt smut #svt imagines #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo imagines #kpop smut #wonwoo smut #smut #kpop imagines #imagines

[thesandsofelsweyr]

HIS

《 CHAPTER 2/4 // READ ON AO3 // TAG 》

Jason has been beaten half to death with a crowbar, shredded by barbed wire, strung up for so long his shoulders ripped from their sockets, shocked, starved, branded… It's only a wooden paddle, it can’t hurt more than any of the Clown’s other toys… right?

《RATING》 🔞 Explicit 《WORDS》 1,362

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker, Bruce Wayne (mentioned)

《TROPES》 Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Whump, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

《WARNINGS》 Humiliation, Forced Nudity, Non-Consensual Spanking, Paddling, Ownership, Torture, Blood and Injury, Non-Consensual Touching, Scars

《SERIES》 Part 2 of My Arkhamverse, Part 2 of Ruined

《TAGLIST》 @aaliyah-wayne @ladytauria @millyhelp @betty-1880

《NOTES》

This fic is dark (and will get even darker in the following chapters) so be aware of the tags (especially the DD:DNE tag)

If you'd like to be added/removed from the taglist, you can submit a request here!

Kudos & comments on AO3, as well as reblogs here, are greatly appreciated 💛 (I'd really love to see this fic get more attention so that I'll be inspired to finish writing it!)

《 ALSO ON AO3 》 (comments & kudos there are very much appreciated)

The first blow was harder than he’d ever imagined, the second blow was even worse. Joker was swinging that heavy wooden paddle like a baseball bat, driving his scrawny body into the side of the desk with such violent force that the solid wood desk bucked beneath him.

“Five sir,” Jason grunted as thousands of red hot needles stung his bare ass.

Before the sting of the last blow faded, before he could prepare himself for the next blow, before he could even catch his breath, another loud CRACK shot through his storage room cell then searing pain exploded in his paper-thin flesh. “Ssssix, ssssir!” he hissed through gritted, broken teeth. Every muscle in his emaciated body was pulled taut as he fought to keep still while the paddle landed again and again across the same burning stripe of skin. There was hardly any meat protecting his skinny ass so he felt each bruising swat all the way down to the bone.

CRACK! “Eleven, sir!” CRACK! “Twelve, sir!”

The Clown was continuing his “angry dad” routine but Jason had tuned him out while he focused on surviving each horrible stroke. He clung to the lip of the desk as if it were a life raft, gripping it so hard his knuckles turned white. With his ear pressed against the wood, he could hear his heart hammering in his chest as his malnourished body absorbed shockwave after shockwave of tremendous pain.

CRACK! “Thirteen, sir!” CRACK! “Fourteen, sir!”

CRACK! The paddle tore into the tender skin where cheeks met thighs, right above his dangling balls. “Fffffifteen, fffffuck!” He bit down on his tongue a split second too late to contain the curse.

Immediately his heart leapt into his throat and he flinched as Joker rubbed the flat of the paddle against his blistered asscheeks. “Was that a naughty word I just heard?”

“No!” he squealed desperately, remembering the time the Clown had duct-taped a sudsy bar of gooey soap in his mouth before stringing him up by the wrists then leaving him dangling for hours—punishment for his “naughty words.” “No sir, please. I didn’t mean it. Fif-fifteen, sir. Please. It hurts so much,” he begged breathlessly.

A whoosh of air licked against his vulnerable sack a heartbeat before the paddle cut across that same tender crease of stretched skin. CRACK! “Sixteen, sir!” Jason shouted, his legs straining painfully against the urge to close them and protect his nuts from that wicked piece of wood.

Whenever Willis had been sober enough to notice him, he’d find an excuse to beat him. When he wasn’t using his fists, he’d whip him bloody with a belt, leaving angry red welts down his back, ass, and thighs that lasted for days. But this pain was different. Each stroke seemed to burn his humiliation, his weakness, his cowardice, his failures, his shame, deep into his flesh like the brand on his cheek. Another agonizing reminder of how helpless he was to resist, how he was no longer in control of his life. How he let himself be treated this way because he was too afraid to fight back.

CRACK! “Twenty… ohhh… twenty-two, sir,” he moaned.

There was no predictable rhythm to the blows. Sometimes the psycho would hit him several times in rapid-fire succession, and Jason could hardly keep count. Other times Joker would wait long, agonizing minutes before hitting him again, teasing him with soft taps before the torturous blow.

Jason clenched his throbbing ass as the paddle rubbed hard circles over the bruises, then—CRACK! “Thirty-five, SIR!”

The burn grew hotter and hotter with each brutal blow, the sting more maddening, and before long he was squirming like a child to avoid getting hit across the same raw band of angry red skin, his voice increasing in octaves until he was nearly squealing like a piglet. Sweat dripped from his forehead, into his eyes, stinging them.

CRACK! Joker had given that one a bit of an upswing. His head snapped back and he yelped, “AH! Forty-seven, sir!”

Not even fifty strokes and he already felt tears wetting the corners of his eyes. “Pathetic,” a familiar voice echoed in his head, and his racing heart shriveled in his chest. Batman scowled at him. “You just reminded me it’s better to work alone,” his old partner growled before shaking his head in disgust and turning away, leaving Robin behind. Jason squeezed his eyes shut, trying in vain to hold back the hot tears of shame threatening to spill down his ruined cheeks.

CRACK! “Fifty-three, s-s-sir,” he cried, his voice finally breaking with the dam of tears.

A gloved hand seized a fistful of sweat-damp black hair and wrenched his head back, yanking his neck into a painful arch. “Are you crying already? I’m just getting warmed up, baby boy.”

The fist loosened and Jason’s head fell limply back against the blood-stained desk with a thud. “I’m sorry sir,” he whimpered feebly.

Joker sighed. “I suppose I should’ve expected as much. Why did my ol’ Batsy keep you ‘round for so long? His munchkin army was much more impressive before you sullied its ranks.” Jason choked back a hollow sob as Joker continued to mock him. “I don’t think the first Boy Blunder would be boo-hoo-ing right now, do you? And what about the girl? I doubt a little hide-tanning would have her in tears.”

Shame reddened his face. “No sir,” he agreed wanly with a sniffle. He hated being reminded how he didn’t measure up to the first Robin, how he deserved to be thrown away, to be replaced with a better model. One that wasn’t a useless, sniveling coward.

Joker sighed again, then tapped the paddle against Jason’s burning ass, lining up his next shot. Jason sucked in a quivering breath and gripped the lip of the desk even tighter.

The blows that followed were even more brutal than the first fifty-three.

“This is no more than you deserve.” CRACK! “Running away from your Batdaddy,” CRACK! “trying to take down the big, bad Clown all by yourself.” CRACK! “Did you really think you could kill little ol’ me?” CRACK! “I asked you a question!” CRACK! CRACK!

“No sir!” he wailed. “Fifty-nine, sir!”

“Liar… liar… pants… on… fire!” Joker punctuated each word with overlapping blows and Jason was on his toes trying to redistribute the awful pain. “I took you in when you fell into my lap,” CRACK! “after your Bat-daddy abandoned you.” CRACK! “Put a roof over your head,” CRACK! “food in your belly,” CRACK! “even let you keep the clothes on your back.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “And you repay the kindness of my heart,” CRACK! “by running away?” CRACK! CRACK! “That broke my heart, sonny boy.” CRACK! “I thought we really had something special,” CRACK! “you and me.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Seventy-nine—ah! Please, I’m sorry sir, I’m sorry!” he sobbed, squirming as the paddle rubbed hard circles over his battered, burning flesh. “Please,” he rasped, “please forgive me—ohhh…” The paddle tapped his ass, and he braced for the next blow. When the blow didn’t fall, Jason stupidly prayed the punishment was over until he felt Joker bending over his back, then a gloved finger traced the J on his cheek.

“How can I forgive you,” Joker asked softly, dragging a bony finger over the curved and puckered letter, “if I don’t believe you’re truly sorry for what you’ve done?” Joker pressed down, rubbing the brand harshly with the pad of his thumb, irritating the scabbed skin. Jason winced. “I thought this would help you remember your place, but you’ve forced my hand, kiddo. You still haven’t learned your lesson.”

“I have sir, please, I swear. I’m your sidekick,” he panted. “Yours.” CRACK! “Eighty, ugh! Please! This is my home now, I know. I know. I swear to God I’ll never run again.”

Joker gave his branded cheek a soft pat. “Oh I know you won’t, my darling baby bird,” he cooed in his ear before straightening and resting the heavy paddle against Jason’s black and blue ass. “But just in case you start to forget, you need a reminder of what happens to naughty little boys who misbehave.”

#sands writes #my arkhamverse #series: ruined #fic: his #jason todd #joker #robin #arkham asylum #arkham knight #arkhamverse #whump #angst #dead dove: do not eat #jason todd angst #jason todd whump #jason todd fanfiction #dcu

[obsidiancreates]

Smooth Words, Sharp Teeth (Part 1)

Kremy LeCroux prefers not to do his own physical dirty work when possible. He's not unwilling to fight if he has too, but he really prefers not having to. Sometimes, that leads people who don't know him well to assume that he's incapable of holding his own.

He's not.

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It's years and years before the creation of Carnival LeCroux, and Kremy is getting himself and his new muscle a room in an inn of some town- Gideon hadn't payed attention to the name of it. He's focused on the bottle of whiskey that's rapidly disappearing down into his furnace of a stomach.

"Would you kindly consider lowerin' the prices by a couple of a coins?" he hears off to the side.

"Why would I- ... Yeah, yeah sure. Since you asked so nicely.

He hears a clap, and then there's a hand on his back. "Well now, friend, careful there. Don't you fire genasi have like, furnaces in your bellies or somethin'? Don't want you burnin' down the room we got for such a generous price."

Gideon tosses the bottle to the trash and wipes his mouth. "You sayin' you're worried I'll burp fire?"

"Well, will ya?"

"I mean, I don't think so man. Never have before."

"Huh. But I thought-"

"Look man, I don't either." Gideon follows Kremy upstairs. "My dad was a human, and my mom was like- I dunno."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry to hear that." Kremy opens the door. "Now I could only afford the one room for now, but it's got two beds."

"Works for me." After the floor of the train, the dirt and cobble streets, the empty roads... hell, he'd be willing to share a bed if it came down to it. He collapses right into it. It creaks and groans under his bulk like it might snap, but somehow the old wood stays intact.

It's soft.

Well, maybe not. It's cheaply made and the sheets are scratchy, the pillow thin and worn. There's a musty smell that puff out of the "mattress" as he falls onto it, and he hears Kremy begin to hack and cough.

He doesn't care.

It's the softest thing he's laid on in years.

"Uhg! This place is horrible!" Kremy opens the window on the other side of the room. "Can't believe I had to use Suggestion to get the price to what I paid, I mean I respect the principal but not when it's bein' done to me!"

"Suggestion?" Gideon is already half asleep as he mumbles it.

"Just one of my favorite gifts from The Good Baron." Gideon hears some shuffling around the room, presumably Kremy setting up. He packs light, but he still has things to pack and unpack, unlike Gideon. "I won't use it on you, though, since you're workin' for me anyway."

"That a lie?"

"... How about I won't use it unless it's for somethin' fun?"

"Yeah, alright." At least this time he's getting paid for being used.

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Kremy has a lot of magic, as it turns out. Some of it is magic that's not so warlock related. The magic of making incredible food from simple ingredients, for example. Gideon can remember when his pa would cook for him, and it was good and hearty, and it'll always be his favorite food.

But damn, if Kremy's cooking doesn't blow it out of the water. He almost feels guilty the first time he tries Kremy's gumbo, how the first bite skyrockets the dish to being the best thing he's ever tasted. He thinks his pa would understand, though.

Kremy also has a way with words. Not just the Suggestion, which Gideon sees him use for haggling, deescalation, and just plain getting stuff handed to him. He also has a tricky and sometimes confusing way of talking. He flatters and he subtly chips away and he avoids promises and slips out of agreements. He meets his match once or twice, both with his regular word magic and with Suggestion, and that's when Gideon steps in with a quick punch or bit of flame. But for the most part the simple townsfolk they deal with are easy enough for Kremy to speak circles around.

He has a shadow that moves. Not much, not often, but Gideon noticed it the day they met, saw it before he even saw Kremy. A shadow that was too long, too dark, with teeth sharper than Kremy's own and a way of moving that didn't always match with it's owner. Gideon's not sure, for a long time, what use that magic has. He knows Kremy's patron is some sort of voodoo death loa, so the shadow makes sense in that way, but any practical reason for that just doesn't come to his mind.

It's a month into their arrangement, and about three towns later, that Gideon tries to step in after one too many drinks and doesn't see the troll's fist until it meets his face.

"Oh, shit," he hears Kremy say as he himself falls flat on his ass. He looks up to see Kremy holding his hands up, cane still clutched tight, eyeing the troll warily. "Now now, fellas! Surely we can come to an understandin' about all of this!"

"You cheated at cards."

"Well now, that's a bit of a harsh accusation-"

"My husband wasn't supposed to be playin' cards anymore."

"Y-your husband?"

"The halfling."

"Ah."

Ah. Even through the haze of drink and only-recently-ended-malnourishment and, most importantly, intense head trauma, Gideon know what she's talking about. A little halfling man who said he really shouldn't with a gleam in his eye, who Kremy barely even needed to convince, who Gideon had to quite literally shake down to get the winnings from. Maybe holding the little guy by his ankles to do it was overkill, in hindsight, but it had been really funny.

"Well now, it-it's hardly my fault that your husband can't control himself," Kremy says with a chuckle. "All I did was host a friendly game in a tavern!"

"Your buddy humiliated him. My motha's gonna hear about that."

"I'm sure Gid would be more than willin' to apologize. Right, Gid?" Kremy looks at him expectantly.

"Really, man? ... Alright, fine." Gideon spits out a bit of blood. "I'll fuckin' say sorry."

"Not good enough," the troll growls. She takes a swing at Kremy's face.

Gideon staggers to his feet and lurches forward, catching her arm! She shouts and tries to pull her arm out of his grasp, tearing at his flesh with finely manicured and dagger-like nails as she does. Gideon hisses in pain. She turns her attention to him and snarls, taking another swing with an open palm. Her hand connects with his jaw.

Crack!

"FUCK!" Gideon reels back. He spits out blood again. "The hell's wrong with you, lady?!"

"I'm takin' every coin you got and then some," she growls, "Just for the disrespect!"

"Of what?! Shakin' your tiny husband down 'cause he wouldn't give us our coin?!"

"HE'S TALL FOR A HALFLING!" She roars with rage and takes another swing. Gideon tries to duck out of the way, but a broken floorboard catches his foot. Her blow connects as he's falling, and he hits the ground. Hard.

His vision spins. His ears ring. Shadows swim around the room as he fades in and out of consciousness. He shouldn't have had so many damn drinks.

'Well,' he thinks as he coughs, blood from his mouth draining down his throat, 'This is a fuckin' stupid way to go after everythin' else.'

The troll looms over him. She reaches down and drags him to his knees. She snarls-

And screams.

Her hand tightens around Gideon's neck for a moment, and his vision goes black again.

It stays that way.

And then the swarming shadows drain off of her, and she releases Gideon as she stumbles forward. He collapses again, on his hands and knees this time as he chokes and tries to regain his breath.

He hears her choke too.

He looks up.

So it wasn't his losing consciousness earlier. The shadows actually had been swimming around the room.

And now they're alive.

Neon lights, eldritch glyphs, a skull staring them down. The figure twirls it's cane and grins.

A magic fills the air. Gideon can feel it around him, but not on him, like it's leaving him alone.

The troll woman... not so much.

Gideon sees the blood drain out of her face as it goes ashen.

"If you wouldn't mind leavin' us to our evenin' in."

It echoes, there are whispers behind it, the shadows squirms and writhe as voices scream from somewhere far far away in regret and rage. But it snaps Gideon out of his haze.

It's Kremy.

The troll doesn't hesitate even a moment longer before she bolts.

Kremy watches her leave, and then walks over and shuts the door. The shadows melt away from him, pooling at his feet and wriggling for a moment before going back to their rightful places. His own shadow stretches out behind him, too long, too sharp, too strange.

He turns and offers his hand to Gideon with a wince. "You alright?"

"Yuh." Gideon takes the offered hand and gets to his feet. "Hey, who's spinnin' the room?"

"Alright, buddy." Kremy leads him over to one of the beds. "We're gonna have to find ourselves a cleric or somethin', if angry spouses keep havin' those kinda moves."

"You keepin' me around?"

"Course I am!" Kremy digs through his bag. "I just said we'll probably run into even more trouble!"

"You took care o' it pretty well," Gideon slurs, feeling unbalanced even just sitting. "Why you even nee' me?"

"That? Form of Dread don't work on everyone, Gid. That was a gamble. I love me some gamblin', but not with my life, you hear me?"

"Wha' abou' the other thing? She go' all... shadow." He pitches forward and heaves. "Ooooh boy..."

"Whoa!" Kremy helps right him. "If you're gonna puke, do it in this bucket! Probably here just for that!" Kremy pats him on the back. "And Inflict Wounds is a pretty basic spell, Gid. Sometimes it works out real well, sometimes it works too well, sometimes it barely works at all."

"Same as punchin'."

"But you know what better than just a spell or just a punch?"

"Wha?"

"Both at the same time. I only got that hit 'cause she was distracted with you! Besides, I prefer some distance between me and the thing tryin' to kill me when possible."

"... Yeah, alrigh'." Gideon can't keep himself upright anymore. "I'mma take a nap."

"Oh no you don't." Kremy pulls out a canteen and splashes some water in Gideon's face. Gideon splutters, eyes flying back open. "I'm gonna go find us a healer, you wait here and don't die! I'm gonna be needin' you around for a long time, Gid!"

Kremy leaves, the tip of his tail the last thing Gideon sees as the door shuts behind Kremy.

"Least I know he won't let me die," Gideon mumbles to himself, trying his best to keep his eyes open.

... Plus...

It was kind of nice to be the protected one for a second.

He won't let it happen again, though. No more drinking on the job. ... At least, not that heavily.

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #kremy lecroux #gideon coal #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic #blood tw

[evesaintyves]

989 words, for @remadoramicrofics prompt "haunted."

Read it below or on AO3 🎸

Tonks's old bedroom floor is a mess of rumpled t-shirts and her rattiest underpants. Five days since Remus took off his ring, knotted the strings on his traveling case, and told her he'd made a terrible error. All she's done is sleep. She dozed off on the macrame throw pillow and it left a crisscross red rash on her cheek, went downstairs before she noticed, and her Dad gasped, "Dora?" 

She just fled back upstairs without breakfast.

It's not even her throw pillow. Mum has snuck them in her old room sometime since she's been gone. Other things, too, an elegant white bowl to hold all the knuts and plastic hair clips and ticket stubs that were scattered across her chest of drawers. Mum's things, minimal and clean, make Tonks's stuff, the fairy lights and the thrashing band posters, seem like they're trying too hard. It's just like her last year at school, the stress-cracking of all the faultlines between who she is and who she is supposed to be. She was constantly reinventing herself back then—a new chin, a chelsea cut, a ring in her eyebrow. But she's not the only one in charge of her body anymore. It's making decisions without her.

And it's so shit to want Remus here to settle behind her on her squeaky old bed, tuck his bony knees into the parenthesis of her legs, stroke his skinny fingers up her arm and say, like he does, that he's sorry—but at the same time to want to scream at him so hard he vapourizes into a fine red mist.

In the afternoon, her mother does her two-tap no-time-to-pull-your-knickers-up knock and comes in with cups of tea.

"Your father tells me you've been looking ill."

"I'm not."

Andromeda sits on the side of the bed.

"You were a terrible pregnancy," she says. "I'd have sworn you were trying to fight me from the inside."

Tonks pulls her knees to her chest. "This one's a scrapper. I can tell already."

Andromeda smiles into her cup.

Tender moments have a way of making Tonks show her belly. Her mother doesn't say much, just sits and keeps her company, and before long Tonks is compelled to overshare. That she isn't even sure Remus ever really loved her, but maybe loved an idea of her that she led him on into believing while they were still just awkwardly clicking teeth in stolen moments at headquarters; an idea worn smooth and shiny by those months they were apart.

Almost as soon as she married him she was up the duff and puking, breaking out in spots faster than she could morph them away. Still having dreams that Sirius was just tilting on his heels—suspended in the moment he might have been saved—waking up choking. Remus seemed perturbed that she could spend hours staring at the telly, not watching, just trying to shush the noise in her head. It seems so stupid now, but she'd really thought that he, of all people, would understand.

"My mother used to tell me," Andromeda says, "that I'd better stop all my moping about, that men don't care for girls who brood. And that I'd never get married and out of her hair, acting that way."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything. I made a plan and then I climbed out my window in the middle of the night. Your father picked me up in his old car and took me to his parents' flat—you know the story. Let me tell you, Nymphadora—" She pins Tonks with a look. "—how much brooding I did in his old bedroom. I was a wreck. The room smelt of some horrible potion he used on his model railway. The carpet crunched underfoot. And I was worried about what was going to happen to—to some of the people I left. I was crying every night. Waiting until your grandparents left for work in the morning to creep into the kitchen like a ghoul. I had..." She pulls her posture up straight. "Difficulty adjusting, at first."

Tonks's throat is getting tight, and tears are needling the rims of her eyes. It's not just that she's grabbed for that kind of love story and missed; it's also that her mother never talks to her like this—spilling the way Tonks sometimes does, talking fast, saying things she probably shouldn't. It makes the world feel all the more unfixably cracked.

"Dad—Was Dad...?" Tonks can't even finish, her voice is cracking and squeaking. She curls forward and hides her face in her mother's sleeve.

"He'd lie with me—and touch my hair. He used to tell me if I didn't eat I'd disappear and it was going to be very difficult to explain to the officiant why he had an invisible bride."

She says it gently, sadly, as if she knows what it'll do to Tonks, and she's right. It's full waterworks now, the type Tonks has always sworn she wasn't going to do over a bloke. It's coming out her eyes and nose, it's thick and salty in her mouth, it's getting all over her mum's silk blouse. She's going to hate that. Tonks flops back against her pillows, sniffling, wiping her face with her palms, automatically morphing the puffiness out of her eyelids.

Her mother turns to inspect the shiny web of snot Tonks has left on her sleeve. Her face gets that pinched, long-suffering look for just an instant. Then she takes Tonks's empty cup of tea and stacks it in her own, and tucks Tonks's feral bedhead back behind each ear with her cool fingers.

"Supper's at seven," she says. "Your father's trying out a lasagna."

She shuts the door behind her when she goes, and it's just Tonks and the frenzy of the rock bands on her walls: forever joyfully flailing, forever faithful to their own silent beat.

image: egon schiele, woman lying on her back

#remadora #tonks #remus lupin #tedromeda #remadora microfics

[katsu28]

always a hero

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you never expected to lose Eddie before all of your dreams together came true, but the end of the world had a funny way of ruining things

warnings: swearing, 4k words of PAIN, lots of blood, major character death, MAJOR S4 SPOILERS!!!

a/n: listennn so i know i said fluff and fix it fics and i am working on a few, but i couldn’t help it (i’m so sorry)

masterlist + taglist

(not so fun fact: i had to rewatch this scene to make a gif and ya girl bawled her eyes out...again)

Never in your lifetime did you think you’d ever be gearing up to save Hawkins—let alone twice in one year. The Mind Flayer’s defeat at Starcourt seemed like just yesterday, but now here you were again, risking your life for the safety of a town you weren’t even sure deserved it anymore. Not after how they’d gone on a witch hunt after your boyfriend. 

As if Eddie could sense you were thinking about him, his scuffed up white sneakers appeared in your line of sight, voice lilting and even the slightest bit teasing. “Now you look like you could use some cheering up.” 

“Cheering up for the end of the world? That’s new.” You snorted, looking up from your half-finished weapon to see him smiling down at you like you were holding a brand new Fender, not a crudely made spear whose only purpose was to maim and kill. “Why do you look so happy?”

Eddie shrugged, plopping down in the grass next to the overturned bucket you were sitting on with his legs splayed out in front of him as he leaned back on his palms casually. “Kinda exciting, don’t you think? Saving the world?” 

“If we can save the world.” 

“Wow, you’re being really cynical today, aren’t you, sweetheart?” 

“I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with spending possibly the last day of my life trying to save a town that’s been nothing but horrible to us.” 

Eddie scooted closer to you, resting his chin on your knee as he looked up at you, his expression impossibly serious. “Hey, stop it. You’re not gonna die, Y/N, nobody’s gonna die. Nobody except Vecna. Everything is gonna be fine, okay?” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“You’re right, I don’t,” He sighed, tapping a ring-clad finger on your thigh thoughtfully. “But I choose to believe that the plan is gonna work, and that someday in the future, we can all look back and laugh at this. Y’know, ‘hey, remember that time in ‘86 when I was accused of murder and we saved the Hawkins from that creepy Vecna guy? Yeah, what a crazy week that was’.” 

You smiled at his attempt to make light of everything, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “How are you not scared?” You murmured, to which Eddie let out a breathy chuckle. 

“Oh, I’m absolutely terrified.” He shook his head. “Yeah, scared shitless.” 

“But you’re still laughing it up, cracking jokes. How do you do that?” 

Eddie sighed, pondering for a few seconds before responding. “When you grow up the way I did, with a dad like mine…you learn to make the best out of every situation. No matter how dark or completely batshit crazy things might seem, you try to find the light in it all.” 

“How is it that you always know just what to say to calm me down?” You murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m good like that.” 

You set your weapon off to the side in favor of cupping Eddie’s face in your hands gently, your fingers mapping every contour and slope of his features like you were trying to commit him to memory. He just peered up at you through the fringe of thick lashes that framed his beautiful brown eyes, tilting his head to kiss your fingertips as they ghosted across his cheeks in a way that had both of you smiling at each other like idiots. 

“After all this is over, you and me—we’re takin’ a road trip, baby,” Eddie declared, tongue poking out from between his teeth as he reached up to lace his fingers with yours excitedly. “I dunno where yet, but we’re going!” 

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?” 

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, definitely.” He nodded fiercely. “Is there a heavy metal hall of fame? There’s gotta be.” 

“We’ll figure it out.” 

“Fuck yeah, we’ll figure it out. Anywhere you wanna go, sweetheart, we’ll go.” Eddie slapped his palm against your leg happily. “We’re gonna get the fuck out of this goddamn town for a long time. Travel the country. Maybe never come back. Haven’t thought that far yet.” 

“You’d leave Dustin here?” You raised an amused eyebrow, casting a glance over at the younger curly haired boy play-fighting with Lucas in the distance. There was no denying that over the school year, Eddie and Dustin had become really close. Sometimes you even liked to joke that Eddie had become Dustin’s second dad (the first one being Steve, of course). 

Eddie followed your gaze, shrugging. “He can come too.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t tell him I said this, but I think he’d miss me a little too much if I ever left him here.” 

“I think you’re right about that.” 

He smiled softly, then suddenly looped his arms around your waist, yanking you down onto the grass next to him with a gleeful cackle, shifting above you with his knees on either side of your body. It was cold and slightly wet from this morning’s dew, but none of it mattered compared to the way Eddie was beaming down at you. 

“What the fuck, Eds?” You breathed, gazing up at him incredulously. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Good. Just wanted to make sure we both were super clear on that.” 

“Weirdo.” 

Eddie wrinkled his nose in mock offense, a smile still stretching his face as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. You reciprocated happily, feeling like all your troubles were melting away when you were with him, until— 

“Alright, stop eating each other’s faces! We gotta roll out.” Dustin’s disgusted voice had Eddie pulling away from you, scowling up at him. 

“Henderson, I swear to god—” He grumbled, but you poked him in the ribs. “Nevermind.” 

“Come on, lovebirds. It’s go time.” 

Eddie pulled himself to his feet, offering you a hand that you gladly took. You grabbed your spear, took a deep breath, and then helped load everything into the RV. 

The ride to the Creel house was tense, to say the least. Even though all you wanted to do was stay with Eddie and Dustin, your part in the plan was to stay with Erica at the old playground across the street from Lucas and Max in the house, just in case something went wrong. They were all just kids, after all. Eddie had been adamant on you staying safe, and there was no point in arguing with him about it (you’d already tried and failed).

“Please be careful, Eddie.” You pleaded, holding his face firmly in both hands to look him dead in the eye. “Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“What’s stupider than being the bait for a swarm of demon bats in Hawkins the horror dimension?” He teased, but sobered up at your unamused glare, nodding quickly. “Yeah, no, I’ll be careful. I promise.” 

You cast a glance over at the open window that Dustin was currently hanging out of. “Make sure he doesn’t try anything dumb, alright, Dustin?” 

“I’ll do my best.” 

Eddie made a noise of indignation, but you kissed him before he could voice his protests, mashing your lips against his fervently. You pulled away before it could get too heated, and when you did, Eddie looked dazed, his mouth hanging open in stunned silence. 

“Good luck, Eds. Come back to me in one piece, okay?” You said softly, bringing him into a brief hug before stepping onto the pavement next to the kids. He just nodded again, stumbling backwards when Steve pulled him back into the RV. “Watch each other’s backs, everyone.” 

With that, the RV rumbled off down the road, leaving the four of you to stick to your parts of the plan. 

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It was dark out the next time you heard from someone on the radio. Your nerves were already going haywire, so when you heard Dustin’s voice, you were immediately scared. 

“—does anyone copy? Eddie—the bats—help!!!” His voice was garbled and staticky through the walkie talkie, but you felt your chest clench at the words you could make out. 

You snatched the device off the ground with shaky hands, bringing it up to your mouth. “Dustin, this is Y/N! Repeat what you just said.” 

There was feedback from the walkie, then Dustin’s voice again, still cutting in and out. “Y/N! Get to the trailer, now. Please, I need—mayday, mayday—” 

“What’s happening???” You exclaimed, locking wide eyes with an equally as worried Erica. Nothing but static. “Dustin, report back.” 

“Y/N, just go! I can handle this,” Erica insisted, shaking her head furiously when you tried to object. “I got this, go help Dustin!” 

You let out a sharp breath, pulling her into a tight hug before all but hurling yourself out of the jungle gym and making a mad dash for the rusty bike you’d found at the corner of the property earlier. It wasn’t the best mode of transportation, but it would have to do. “Please be safe, Erica! And use the walkie if you need me to come back!” 

She shooed you away with a nod, and you were off, pedaling as fast as you possibly could towards the trailer park, so fast that you wouldn’t be surprised if the old bike fell apart from such vigorous use after so long. 

It seemed like forever until you finally got to Eddie’s trailer (and it certainly didn’t help that your heart was climbing its way up your throat the entire time), skidding to a stop and leaping off. You made a mad dash for the door, wrenching it open with as much force as you could muster. 

The second your eyes landed on the rope that previously bridged the gap between the two worlds coiled on the floor of Eddie’s living room like it had been cut, and neither Dustin nor Eddie were anywhere to be found, you had a gut feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. It was a struggle getting yourself up to the ceiling to climb your way through the hole, but after a frustratingly long time, you managed to get through and land on your feet.

The disgusting squelching of the dark vines curled around every surface of this world made you shudder as you looked around the trailer for the boys, eyebrows furrowing when they weren’t there. They were supposed to be there. 

Dustin’s makeshift trash can shield lay case aside on the floor in front of the wide open door. The rest of the place looked like it had been ripped apart—Eddie’s things strewn every which way, bat guts splattering the walls, splintered pieces of what you assumed were the boys’ spears littering the floor. 

“Eddie, Dustin, where are you?” You called, fighting the waver in your voice as your mind whirled through all the possible explanations to why they weren’t where they said they’d be after the plan was done. 

No response. 

You stepped outside, eyes searching the area surrounding the trailer for any sign of the two boys and still coming up short, and every second that ticked by that you didn’t know where either of them were had your heart pounding a little harder against your ribcage in fear. 

Where the hell were they?  

It wasn’t until you heard a wail from a few trailers away that you really started to panic. Your feet started moving before your mind could catch up, feet pounding against the ground in the direction of the cry until you saw the sight that would forever be ingrained into the backs of your eyelids. 

Demobat carcasses littered the clearing, some of them still twitching. Dustin was hunched over a body, his shoulders shaking with barely contained sobs as he clutched at an achingly familiar leather jacket. As you got closer, you saw that it was Eddie, covered in blood and guts and god knows what else, blinking slowly up at Dustin. 

“No…” You breathed, collapsing to your knees next to the both of them. “What happened?” 

“He—he took on the bats all on his own, sacrificed himself to buy everyone more time!” Dustin cried, letting you slide in next to him. “I couldn’t stop him, I couldn’t—” The rest of the younger boy’s words were swallowed by a choked cry. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled weakly, his breath rattling painfully in his chest as he managed a small smile through the blood staining his teeth. “I need to—I need to tell you something…” 

“No, save your breath, okay? We’re gonna get you out of here, Eds, we’re gonna get you to a hospital—” Your voice was high with panic, hands pressing against his crimson soaked shirt as you attempted to stop him bleeding out right here and now. “You’re gonna be fine, Eddie, you hear me? Dustin, come on, we gotta get him to the trailer—” 

Dustin managed a nod through his own tears, hooking his hands under Eddie’s arms to try and get him up, but Eddie cried out in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“I think I…just need a few seconds, man,” Eddie moaned, waving his hand in the air feebly. 

“Shit, okay, um, Dustin—go find something we can slide him on so we can drag him easier, or like, a rope or something—” 

He scrambled to his feet, nodding furiously as he set off around the clearing looking for what you needed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll go look!” 

“Hey, you look at me, Eddie. Look at me, keep your eyes open, okay?” You pleaded, shifting Eddie’s head into your lap and attempting to wipe the blood off his chin with the hem of your jacket with one hand while the other stayed pressed against his wounds. He just nodded clumsily, every gasping breath sounding more and more like a struggle as the seconds ticked by. “Rock and Roll Hall of Fame—we’re gonna go there, right? You, me and Dustin in your god awful van, cruising down the highway with the windows down, blasting music the whole time. Doesn’t that sound fun, Eddie?”

“So…fun,” He groaned, grimacing at the pressure of your palm against the gashes littering his torso. 

“I know it hurts, I’m so sorry, but this is the only way we’re gonna get you out of here,” You apologized profusely, stroking his hair as best you could with all the blood sticking to your skin. 

His blood. 

God, you wanted to sob at the sight of Eddie in so much pain, but you couldn’t let him see how fucking terrified you were. That wouldn’t be doing him any good. 

“Promise me—promise me you’ll take care of him,” He croaked, nodding his head towards Dustin, who was rifling through a giant pile of trash at the edge of the grass with a slew of curses that if you weren’t desperately trying to keep your boyfriend from bleeding out, you would’ve laughed at. “He needs…someone like you to—to look after him.” 

“You’re gonna be able to look after Dustin, okay? You’re gonna be there for him because you’re gonna live, we’re getting you out of here alive, you hear me, Eddie?” You insisted, shaking your head. Eddie inhaled another shuddering breath, one hand scrabbling at the pocket of his leather jacket frantically. “Hey, what are you doing? Stop moving, baby—please, just save your energy.” 

He didn’t listen, just fumbled around in his pocket until he procured his guitar pick necklace, tucking it into your palm with a wince. “Keep this for me. Just in case I—I don’t make it out.” 

“Stop saying that.” You whimpered, finally feeling the tears start to roll down your cheeks. 

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” He choked out, wrapping a weak hand around your wrist with an equally weak smile. “I love—I love you. Always.” 

“I love you too, Eddie, you know I do.” 

“I do know.” Eddie croaked, his eyes shining bright with unshed tears. You leaned down, pressing your lips against his even though all you could taste was your own tears and the metallic tang of his blood, pouring everything you had into the kiss, because this might be the last time that you’d ever be able to. When you pulled away, he was still smiling, although there was a single tear rolling down his face now. “That was—I liked that. A lot. Can you…can you get Henderson over here? Gotta tell him something…” 

You wanted to tell him no—that whatever he needed to tell Dustin could wait until after you got him to a hospital, but you could tell that with every labored breath Eddie took, he was inching closer to the end. “Yeah, okay. Dustin!” Dustin’s head popped out from behind another trailer, and you beckoned him over. 

“What? What’s happening?” He limped over as fast as he could, kneeling beside Eddie. “Hey, man, you’re doing so good! Just hang on a little longer, okay?” 

“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?” Eddie murmured. 

Dustin shook his head with a tearful whimper, clapping a gentle hand on Eddie’s chest. “No, you’re gonna do that yourself, man.” 

“Nah, I’m—I’m not.” Eddie blinked slowly. “Say you’re gonna look after them. Say…it.” 

“I’m…I’m gonna look after them.” 

“Good. ‘Cause I’m actually gonna graduate,” He took another painfully slow, shuddering breath. “I think it’s my year, guys,” He gasped, smiling weakly up at the two of you. “I think it’s finally…my year.” You couldn’t help but let a strangled sob escape your lips, burying your face against his chest. “I love you, man.” 

“I love you too.” Dustin’s voice was thick with tears now, hands gripping Eddie’s tightly, like if he let go, so would Eddie. You just laid against him, listening to his heartbeat through your own crying as if you were trying to engrain it into yourself. 

Only a few more seconds went by before you couldn’t feel him breathing anymore, and when you finally managed to look at his face, his eyes were a million miles away. Glassy. 

Empty. 

There was a high pitched ringing in your ears, and then you heard a scream—a gut wrenching, voice cracking, heartbreaking, pitiful wail that you later realized had come from you. 

You honestly don’t know what happened after that. You remember clinging to Eddie’s body for god knows how long, not moving until someone pulled you off. You remember hugging Dustin for the longest time too, the both of you letting each other be a shoulder to cry on. But other than that, everything was a blur. 

Nothing mattered anymore, because Eddie was gone. 

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The plastic of Eddie’s guitar pick dug into your palm sharply as you clutched it to your chest, the chain cold against your skin. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the flowers in your hands as you made your way to his grave—an assortment of colorful blooms that contradicted the muted grays of the cemetery around you—because you feared if you actually laid eyes on the cold slab of granite that Eddie’s life had been reduced to, it would finally set in that he wasn’t here anymore. 

Ever since the day he died, all the way up until right now, it still didn’t seem real. How Eddie had sacrificed his life for a town that hated him, and would continue to hate him, not knowing that he saved them. 

“Hey, Eds. It’s me. Sorry I haven’t visited you till now, I’ve still been trying to make sense of it all. I’m not gonna lie, it’s been…really hard without you. I don’t know what to do anymore.” You said shakily, placing the flowers down on the damp grass in front of his grave.

“Dustin’s…coping the best he can. We all are. Been having him tucked under my wing ever since…y’know. I still wake up everyday thinking that you’ll be right beside me when I open my eyes, and when I do, it hurts so much that you’re not. But I know you’re keeping an eye on us from up there—if you even made it up there at all, Hellfire King.” You sighed, letting out a watery chuckle at your own weak attempt at a joke. “Who am I kidding, of course you made it. You were—are—the sweetest angel boy. My sweet angel boy.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, balling your hands into fists to keep them from trembling uncontrollably. “God, I love you, Eddie. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. Really wish we had more time together, but you just had to go and be the hero, didn’t you?” A tear escaped its way down your cheek with your words that you quickly wiped away with your sleeve. “You’re my hero, I hope you know that. You’ll always be my hero. I’m forever proud of you, and forever grateful for these past years we’ve spent madly in love together.” 

You finally managed to look up from your shoes to Eddie’s headstone, and what you saw almost made you sob again. Someone had propped a homemade collage of pictures against it, with Polaroids ranging from Hellfire Club meetings, to candid shots of Corroded Coffin at their gigs—you even spotted yourself with Eddie in a few of them, both of you beaming at each other with such love in your eyes. You didn’t even know when they’d been taken or who had taken them, but you looked…happy. 

You were half expecting to hear Eddie’s voice telling you that you were being way too sappy, and that you needed to get your shit together and stop crying over him. That all this sentimental shit was so not metal. 

But you couldn't help it. Eddie Munson was the love of your life—that epic love that you'd always dreamed of, and had somehow been lucky enough to find. 

“Miss you, Eds. Love you always.” You finished softly, kissing your fingertips and brushing them across the carving of Eddie’s name into the smooth granite. 

“You ready?” Dustin’s voice from behind you made you turn around, meeting his eyes with a sad smile. 

With one more glance back at Eddie’s final resting place, you made your way to the younger boy, ruffling his curly hair lovingly before slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” 

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, here we come!” 

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, here we come.” You echoed, squeezing him against your side a little tighter. The both of you slid into Eddie’s battered van, Dustin buckling up in the passenger seat while you settled in behind the wheel. 

As much as you hated the thing, it was one of the last things of Eddie’s that you couldn’t bear to part with. Because if you ignored the slightly musty smell of the carpeted interior and got past how you had to bang on the dashboard a few times in order to get the radio working, sometimes you swore you could still hear Eddie singing along to his heavy metal cassette tapes, picturing the sight of him smacking the steering wheel in time with the drums and holding out an imaginary microphone for you to join in too.

Those were the best times, now memories that you would forever cherish, even if it meant driving the death trap on wheels all across the country to go on that road trip that Eddie had been talking about. 

The cemetery grew smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a dot in the rearview mirror as you drove away, and you let your mind wander. Sure, it hurt like hell right now—Eddie not being by your side forever and always like you’d both planned. There was an Eddie Munson sized hole in your heart that would probably always hurt. But eventually, someday in the future, that hole would heal. 

It wouldn't be pretty, and it wouldn't be perfect, but you were going to take it day by day until you could live the life that Eddie had always wanted you to have. And in a way, he’d be with you, watching over you every step of the way. You hoped that he’d be as proud of you as you were of him. 

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Silco Headcanons 🦈

Silco headcanons because Crime Shark Dad is gnawing my brain with his sharp teefs again. Beware horribleness. Slight tw: for covert narcissistic features, I guess? 

A flair for both writing and oratory. Definitely of the Angry Young Man persuasion. The pen is mightier than the sword - and he ain't afraid to stab a bitch with it. (Literally, once).

Contrarian to the core. He is That Asshole™ who enjoys playing devil's advocate just to learn his opponent's triggers - then pushing for the sadistic satisfaction of seeing them explode. 

Arguing with him is an exhausting endeavor akin to getting arrested. Everything you say will be weaponized against you. Better to zone out and engage as little as possible until he grows bored and leaves you alone.

Rage levels on par with Vi's pre-betrayal. Rage levels on par with Jinx's post-betrayal. Either way, that's a loooooot of rage. He's learnt to flick it on and off like a switch - but it's always there, beneath his surface sophistication, bleeding into all of his choices.

Different types of alcohol bring out different sides of his nature. There is a story behind each glass of whiskey on the rocks (keeps him mellow), highball of red wine (makes him nostalgic), shotglass of tequila (makes him belligerent), snifter of bourbon (makes him downright murderous before he blacks out.) 

Excellent at chess - but loses to Jinx because she makes wildly unpredictable moves with no pattern for him to second-guess and plan ahead.

Neptune in Gemini, for all y'all astrology lovers. 

Keeps his salon appointments like clockwork. Enjoys haircuts and manicures, and the overall sensation of being served. Reminds him of the privations of his youth, and how the Undercity deserves better.

Not that he's sharing, mind you. Charity is not in his vocabulary. Janna helps those who help themselves.

His laugh is nearly as creepy as Jinx's. One time they both burst into laughter at an awful joke - and every lackey within earshot thought the Drop was possessed by poltergeists. 

Surprisingly good dancer. Snappy footwork and a keen sense of rhythm. Also executes a mean hitch kick. 

His wardrobe costs more than his entire family could ever make in ten years. Every so often, he remembers this. Then he goes out and buys another suit.

Talks during sex. You’ll get a running commentary of all your best and worst attributes. Rip.

Has a weakness for Jazz music. Billie Holiday, Sinatra and Miles Davis leave his mood sentimental, upbeat or brooding, respectively. 

Master of the backhanded compliment. 

His style of seduction is negging you until you’re in tears. You’ll wake up in his bed the next morning, wondering Wtf just happened?

When he and Vander were teenagers, they hotwired an Enforcer's patrol-car and crashed it at the edge of the Sumps. Ranks as one of his five happiest memories. 

Oral fixations. If there's no cigarettes in range, he will gnaw pencils, straws, ice cubes, chicken bones. Younger, he used to chew his own fingernails, and learnt to wean himself off the habit because it telegraphed insecurity.

Those crooked teeth are sharp af. 

Code-switches seamlessly. His Piltie accent and mannerisms were acquired after spending time in Piltover’s academy on a Fissures’ scholarship. But if he’s drunk, angry or sleepy, the coarseness of the Lanes resurfaces in his speech patterns. 

Uses diminutives as a way to put people in their places rather than as a show of affection.

Speaking of affection - he grew up with little patience for physical displays. Then he met Jinx, and realized that a cuddly child climbing into his lap was maaaaybe not so bad. He'll indulge in it, but only up to a certain point. He's a busy man with a hundred things to do.

His love language is quality time + words of affirmation. He is also adept and welding them as weapons to get what he wants.

Can cook. i.e. can make edible food out of inedible food. Never particularly cared for fancy cuisine; he eats to live, not the other way around. Jinx changed that. Her horror at the blandness of his daily menu (fry-up for breakfast, boiled mutton for lunch, slurry mulch for dinner) motivated him to diversify his palate. Now he can whip up the spiciest stew and ice the cutest cupcakes. Sssh. It's the Undercity's best kept secret.

He enjoys being near bodies of water. Regularly goes to the Pilt - sometimes with Jinx, sometimes alone - to wade through the waters that nearly claimed his life.

Still capable of roof runs. Sadly, he's not as swift as during his youth. The injury to his eye has also screwed with his inner-balance; narrow spaces give him a queer sensation of vertigo.

A natural storyteller. Knows almost all the urban legends and folkore of the Undercity. He’d use them to entertain or soothe Jinx if she was upset.

Vander taught him to throw punches as a boy - same way Vi used to share her moves with the other sumpsnipes. The lessons still exist in his muscle-memory. He's deceptively spry and can pack a nasty right hook. 

He also fights insanely dirty. 

Consummate showman. Has an entrepreneur's fire in his belly and can charm you into forking over cash for the shittiest object - simply with how he dresses it up with his words.

A confrontationist with authority figures. As a teenager, he’s gotten into trouble with Enforcers on multiple occasions. Older, he's no different. He's simply traded his belligerence for a finely-concealed contempt. Also: bribes.

His favorite color is blue (because: Jinx).

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it's star trek update time!! last night* we watched tng's "gambit part i" and ds9's "invasive procedures." *earlier tonight but i am typing this at stupid o clock and letting it post itself tmrw.

gambit part i (tng):

had high hopes for this one initially. i love it when they put on civilian clothes, for starters, and also we got a little riker e worf e deanna before we ALSO got e beverly and the joke about her 1. being riker's sister (shoutout to that trill episode where she wouldn't fuck him at first because she said he was like a brother to her) and 2. picard getting her knocked up BECAUSE LIKE HE ABSOLUTELY DID KNOCK HER UP WITH WESLEY CRUSHER THEIR AFFAIR BABY really sent me to the fucking stratosphere. tng's been pretty watchable lately so i was giving it quite a lot of benefit of the doubt

unfortunately, we went directly from that to riker yelling at deanna for no reason...i always really disliked riker's relationship with picard. he's so weirdly hyperprotective of him in a way beyond his job duties. it doesn't feel like coworkers or friends or equals or even like it's supposed to be secretly shippy the way spock and jim were - riker is too overprotective for it to even be likened to a lover's realtionship. it also doesn't even really feel fatherly, like picard is stepping in for riker's shitheel of a dad. actually, riker almost acts like picard is HIS child. it is SOOO fucking unsexy and uncomfortable

physically grinding my teeth once picard DID show back up because with ANY other two characters this would have been fantastic. riker and worf. riker and deanna. riker and literally anyone because he has that kind of chemistry and down to clown attitude. even picard could have been ok paired with beverly or data or someone he actually works well with. it could have been ANYONE. even two people who don't talk to each other much like geordi and deanna or whatever. instead we got these like truly fantastic moments of noverbal communication and mutual scheming and pretending not to know each other while actually knowing each other sooo well and it was with the LEAST fun combination of characters out of the ENTIRE cast!!!!!!! augh

AND!!!! IT'S ALL FOR STUPID ARCHAEOLOGYYYY

PICARD GET A LIFE CHALLENGE!!!!!!!!!!

it's not even that the writing was bad. i'm annoyed because the writing in this section was GOOD. but picard and riker's relationship is bad, so it soured the whole experience

anyway, i think riker should have battled his eyelashes at that wrinkled little alien when he wanted info from him. instead of whatever that was. also he was making REALLY good faces when they were torturing him with that neck thing and he was on the floor. that's a rage glare. a kill you look. mwah

oh side bar i physically could not look at geordi this episode. so that's been fun.

invasive procedures (ds9):

oh girl we are In It

firstly, odo's little bucket prison. that was SO sad because he doesn't goop in front of people. i felt horrible for him. my poor best friend odo

i really like how ambiguous it is like how much of jadzia dax is jadzia and how much is dax. does dax have his? her? their? own personality and all, or are they just the sum of their past hosts? when dax was inside that other guy, did part of them want to get out and go back to jadzia where they chose to be to begin with? to save jadzia's life? or do they not care? is dax themself not super sentient unless they're inside a host and then that host's personality is sort of dominant? so many questions.........trills are fascinating conceptually bc there's no clear definitive answers, so i was really dismayed that dax was easily the most boring character in season 1. but now!!!!!

ok, before we get into it, i have to say also, the cast rallying around dax/jadzia...really really good. actually, all their interactions with one another were spot on. bashir being SO NICEYS with odo's little bucket prison and then quark also springing odo from the bucket prison, bashir absolutely chomping at the BIT to treat o'brien's phaser wound, kira threatening quark on jadzia's behalf, quark tackling that klingon to save her/redeem himself. oh yeah and kira saying with her Whole chest that if odo's free there's no way any of the bad guys are escaping the station. my future otp......................

speaking of quark i did say the worst thing in the world to catherine while we were watching which is "this is what he sounds like when odo's plowing him" and the longer the noises went on the worse it became for her and the funnier it became for me. cathy when you read this you have my apologies

i did feel a little weird about julian stroking jadzia's face when she was naked and vulnerable recovering from worm surgery (the worm surgery was GREAT by the way) when she has explicitly and repeatedly turned him down in the past, but i'm giving it a reluctant benefit-of-the-doubt pass on account of he felt terrible about what he'd had to do and probably just wanted to comfort her, and considering the state she was in there weren't very many other ways/places to touch her except her head and maybe her hands. also i forgive him because him talking back to that klingon was sooo fun

i would have also liked for this episode to push on the insanity of being bonded to a symbiont and then being forcibly unbonded. like its just now striking me that curzon died alone. beverly's little trill boyfriend died alone. jadzia would have died alone, too. and the dax part just has to move on. like that's crazy. does dax grieve for past hosts? or would it be like grieving for yourself? what is it like seeing dax inside another body when they've been inside yours for almost your entire adult life?

but actually what i really wanted was to see this bad guy's insanity reflected in jadzia. instead of saying oh man i feel so alone she could have been like. more of a wreck. and conversely, he would have been that same kind of wreck after dax got taken back out of him. that would have been cool.

i would also like to know how the dax part felt about forcibly being put in another body they never wanted to be. are they fighting with themselves? himself? the host wants things to stay as they are but dax doesn't, so what happens? does it not feel like an awful violation? i could have used 5 more minutes of that episode

also. sorry. dax and sisko................"i wish we could have made it three" it's, sorry, toph and aang and korra core. do you think friendships can last more than one lifetime...........

icing on the cake was that he was so mad at the bad guy whose name i keep forgetting that he was like DONT CALL ME BENJAMIN and shot his ass stone cold. bc that was better than letting his friend be taken by this asshole lol

anyway, my final dax question is when does her hair get smaller. her head is such a weird shape. is she wearing a wig, is that's what's happening? and the rest of her head just looks weirdly big because of it? it's making me crazy.

NEXT TIME: tng's "gambit part ii" and ds9's "cardassians" AND I LOOKED IT UP AND GARAK IS FINALLY BACK!!!!!!! i can't wait....................

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #ds9 lb

[allfandoms-writings]

Task Force 141 and their cryptids

alright, so I was in the mood for some spooky shit given that Halloween is only a couple months away and ever since I saw the Azreal skin on Simon I’ve been needing a cryptid version so here ya go. i’m throwing in graves for all the girlies and he’s starting to grow on me. don’t come at me for some of these ideas and/or misrepresentations of any legends this is just my out-of-the-box spin on it (ALSO, I USE THE TERM CRYPTID VERY LOOSELY IT FELT WEIRD CALLING THEM MONSTERS)

Ghost — is a Wraith/Vampire hybrid. He’s able to immaterialize into the shadows and can pick up on the faintest of scents. He has the ability to take small objects with him when he blends in with the shadows (this is usually a knife). The Wraith part of him lets him pick up on auras/presences of other cryptids. The vampire aspect of him only really comes in with the form of teeth and the ability to see in the dark. Wraiths need to consume some form of human being (while it’s usually energy his vampire side can cover it with blood)

Soap — Shapeshifter. Instead of the usual werewolf I see with him, I can picture him as a massive brown bear. You can usually tell what bear is Soap because his form is like 2-3 times the average size of a brown bear. He comes with enhanced strength, endurance and this man eats like nobodies business after he shifts back into his human form. He’s a walking heater (Bones appreciates this because there are days she feels extremely cold)

Gaz — I like to think Gaz would be an offshoot of the Fae (yes, think Maleficent because Gaz would look fucking amazing). While his family tree no longer carries magic, he still retains the wings, horns, and any other supernatural abilities. He has excellent hearing, and while he’s not a huge fan of pure iron (makes him break out in horrible sores) he can shift any part of him into his respective bird of prey (for reference I chose a Golden Eagle)

Price — Dragon. Price is able to cover most of his body in impenetrable scales if the issue arises (though its very itchy when he goes to scratch them off.) He smokes to help the desire to breathe fire and considers his team to be his horde, and refuses to give them up for anything (he had a very hard time giving Bones back to the U.S. military the first time they met because they clicked really well)

Alejandro — Nahual. Shapeshifting is one of the most common forms of monster in this universe, and most retain the animal of their family lineage. Alejandro retains the jaguar, and is able to change his appearance from a normal jaguar to a black jaguar when it pleases him. The only downside to this is that he can retain spots on his skin if he stays a jaguar for extreme extended periods of time

Rudolfo — Also a Nahual. Rudy can take the form of an abnormally large red wolf. He can use aspects of this form without completely shifting (shifts his ears so he has better hearing, nails into claws, teeth into fangs if he’s in a really tight pinch).

Bones — Skinwalker hybrid. This version of Skinwalker is a little different from the legends we have today. Not everyone in the family tree ends up shifting into any form of animal native to their area. They all have the increased abilities (strength, endurance, hearing, sight, etc) but in order to shift they need to experience negative emotions/traumas consistently (most refuse to go into any form of public service for this reason). Once the shift has been made, their eye color shifts to an orange-red that only contacts can hide and they have permanent fangs. Due to the other side of her (which is unknown to her family since her dad never disclosed he was a monster as well) she is able to lure people in with a whistle and all her animals are completely black in color

Graves — Vampire. Not in the traditional sense, either. Sure, he still has to drink blood and watch out for stakes and mind how long he stays in churches/on holy ground, but that’s pretty much it. His species has evolved over time to remove the sun issue one the human population started growing and their fangs can retract a little bit when in the presence of humans, but he’s one of the easier species to get by.

#imagine #call of duty modern warefare ii #call of duty imagine #simon riley #john price #johnny mctavish #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #phillip graves #bones enters task force 141 #call of duty oc

[nerdyvocals]

I'll Cut My Hair (To Make You Stare)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies (TV)

Relationship: Lydia/Cynthia Zdunowski

Characters:, Cynthia Zdunowski, Papa Zdunowski, Jane Facciano, Olivia Valdovinos, Lydia (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)

Additional Tags: Fic Exchange, hair cutting fic, cutting someone's hair can be so sapphic, The Pink Ladies know, Sleepovers, closet makeouts, they deserve normal high school experiences dammit, minor language, meet the parents, first "i love you's", Cooking Dinner Together, what if I shove a bunch of tropes into one fic, who would stop me, hair is an important part of Cynthia Zdunowski's identity, Fluffy, Cynthia Zdunowski has sensory issues, Betaed

Language: English

Collections: Lynthia Fic Gift Exchange 2023

Stats: Published: 2023-10-02, Words: 7,610, Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Your appearance is the ultimate expression of who you are, and something as simple as a haircut can change your life.

(Title from "This is Home" by Cavetown.)

Notes: For penguinwritesbooks.

My only instruction was to have fun, and boy did I! Penguin, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

When the ends of her hair touch the base of her neck, Cynthia knows it’s time for a haircut.

To be fair, there are other signs as well, many of which that come well before this point, but haircuts were a tedious chore, and the problem with these early signs was that they were easy to ignore. Cynthia liked her hair cropped short; a little shaggy around the ears, with bangs that fell just to her brow. Whenever her bangs encroach on her vision, it was a sign she needed a trim. But she could steal grease from the boys to push them back, and she wouldn’t notice. The next sign came when her ears disappeared fully under the mass of strands. But she could tuck the wayward locks behind her ears and forget their length.

The back of her head, however, was hard to ignore when overgrown. She didn’t pay it much attention at any other time. She couldn’t see the back of her own head, so why should she concern herself with what it looked like? But overgrown was another story. Overgrown meant itchy strands creeping under her collar, brushing across the nape of her neck, scuttling across her skin like phantom bugs, and sending horrible little shivers down her spine.

So when she woke to that familiar, creeping scratch, she knew it was time. But of course, the thought came along with the realization that she’d forgotten to set her alarm clock the night before, and now had a mere ten minutes to sprint out the door if she wanted to make it to school on time. Somehow, she didn’t think she could fit a haircut in that window.

Cynthia jolted out of bed with a start and flew to her closet, grabbing and shimmying into the first shirt and skirt her hands touched; a horrible clash of color and pattern that Nancy was sure to give her shit for later. From there, she hopped down the hall to the bathroom, pulling socks she hoped were clean over her feet as she went, vaguely aware of the phone ringing and her dad’s voice answering. In the bathroom, she squeezed a drop of Ipana onto her toothbrush from a tube that was long past the point of needing to be replaced. She scrubbed at her teeth for approximately three seconds before spitting the foam down the sink. Reaching for her comb, she spared herself a glance at her reflection in the mirror, and yeah, she definitely needed that haircut.

The sides of her hair almost reached her chin. Or at least the right side did; the left side was sticking straight up where she slept on it. Her bangs were long enough to be ruffled by a particularly strong huff of breath. She didn’t want to think about what was happening in the back at this point. If she had a hair ribbon, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was able to tie at least part of it up in the world’s worst ponytail. This was, without a doubt, the longest her hair had been in years. How had she let it come to this?

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#it's been a month since the exchange began #I think it's probably safe to add this to my masterlist now #I hope you enjoyed! #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #cynthia x lydia #lynthia #rotpl #thesbians #grease rotpl #save our pinks

[keepyourcoffin]

Don’t You Forget About Me

pairing: eddie munson x fem reader (best friends to lovers bc i love this trope it gets me everytime)

description: after a fight erupted in your family home, you go to the one safe place you have in town. 

warnings: smut (18+) fingering, piv unprotected sex but eddie pulls out, (dont do this) praise kink for sure bud, light choking, some nipple play, lotssss of teasing, rough but soft dom eddie, best friends to lovers, bit of clueless eddie, mentions of drinking, family trauma (both eddie & reader) bit of hurt/comfort but really the reader is sad and also h*rny for her hot bestie 

word count: 7.8k (i write long ones apparently)

a/n: hi i haven’t written in years but this boy has corrupted my thoughts and now we have this. hopefully im not as rusty as i think i am, writing smut is hard but im trying lol 

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The weather in Hawkins this summer had been intense, to say the least.

There had been storm after storm and tonight was no different.

The smell of rain filled your senses as you burst out of your trailer that you lived in with your parents. The storm had immediately drenched you as you practically sprinted across the trailer park towards your best friends house.

Eddie was the kind of friend who was always there for you no matter what.  Seeing as you lived in the same park as him, he was always the one you went to first. And it’s been like that for 5 years since you moved here and met him in highschool.

Your friendship with Eddie had always been sort of a black and grey area. Both of you growing up in broken families had somehow brought you closer and upon learning this information, you craved company and affection from one another – the kind you never got when you were younger.

But one day the affection you two shared with each other morphed into something else.

The lingering touches had somehow felt more warm.

The tight hugs after not seeing each other for a while made your heart churn.

And worse.

When you two had movie nights, Eddie didn’t know what personal space was.

He would sling his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer to his side during a slasher film. If there was a part in the movie that would visibly shake you, he would rub absent circles on your leg, and it drove you nuts.

The warmth that grew in your stomach at any slight touch on your bare skin was almost getting unbearable and you didn’t know how much longer you could just pretend to be his best friend but confessing your feelings towards him wasn’t really on your mind now.

As you sprinted across the park, you suddenly realized how horrible this storm really was. You were drenched in seconds, and it didn’t help that you had just stormed out of your house in an oversized shirt and some shorts.

The distance to Eddie’s was only 50 steps away, but by the time you were up on his front porch, you were a cold shivering mess.

You knew Eddie would be awake, he always was at ungodly hours. You knocked on the door with a shaky hand, you weren’t even sure if it was loud enough since you could only hear your teeth chattering.

You heard footsteps from inside the trailer and Eddie was opening the door with a puzzled look on his face, but his features immediately softened when he saw you.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asked as he ushered you inside, his hand on the small of your back.

You didn’t even have to say a word, he always knew. The moment your eyes met his, tears welled up in your eyes and you just started crying.

“Oh sweetheart, c’mere,” He pulled you into his arms and swayed you softly back and forth. You clung onto him and buried your face into his chest and let out soft cries.

“I just- I just couldn’t be there tonight. My dad started drinking and at first it was fine. But then he started yelling and throwing things and I-“ You just shook your head and pressed harder into Eddie.

He rubbed your back softly, then brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head. “Shh, it’s okay. You know you’re always welcome here.” You just let out a shaky breath against his chest as you continued to sway until you were calmed down enough to relax.

Your parents fought practically everyday, it wasn’t a surprise to you anymore and sadly, you were used to it.

This night was the worst it’s been in a while. You weren’t even sure why they were still together. After just graduating high school, it was hard to find a job in this town. Which left you no option but to live there until you got your financial situation figured out.

Eddie pulled away from you once your breathing evened out and dipped his head down to look at you, his hair falling in front of his face.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah? Pick any shirt you want.” You nodded as you wiped the remaining tears on your face.

“Sorry for interrupting your night,” you said with a tinge of guilt in your voice.

Eddie’s eyebrows rose. “Babe. Why are you sorry? Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” He rubbed your shoulders soothingly while he examined your features. “I wasn’t doing anything anyways,” he chuckled softly.

“If anything, I missed you and hoped you would come over,” His doe eyes bored into your soul and made your knees buckle a little. His direct eye contact was always a little intimidating.

You smiled a little at his words. “You just saw me yesterday,” You felt the tension release from your shoulders as you relaxed into his touch.

“Doesn’t matter. Go to my room and get dressed while I get you a towel and make some hot chocolate, kay?” His signature smirk made its way onto his face as you nodded and made your way down the hallway into his room.

It was a mess, of course. He obviously hadn’t cleaned his room in a while in classic Eddie fashion. Clothes scattered the floor, and a cigarette was still burning in the ashtray, one that he left when he went to go answer the door.

Looking through his dresser drawers, you found his favorite and your favorite Metallica Ride the Lightning shirt.

You discarded your wet shirt onto his floor with the rest of his clothes and put it on, your senses immediately filled with all things Eddie. The shirt was massive on you, practically down to your knees but you didn’t mind. You felt at home.

Thankfully your shorts weren’t too wet, so you kept those on, but now you need to tend to your hair. You looked into the mirror above his dresser and realized how much of a mess you really looked. Your mascara was smudged lightly, not sure if the rain was the culprit or your tears. Probably a mix of both.

You sighed at your reflection. You licked the pad of your thumb in attempt to make yourself look a little more put together, wiping away any makeup that was running down your face. It kind of worked, but you didn’t beat yourself up too much about it.

Eddie carefully knocked on the door to make sure you were done changing, when he heard a soft “come in,” he had a towel in hand.

“Hot chocolate is almost done, here’s a towel for m’lady,” he bowed down to you on one knee, his free hand going behind his back with the towel in his other hand extended out to you.

You giggled at his theatrics and gratefully took the towel, starting you squeeze out the water in your hair.

“You sure you should be leaving that hot chocolate unattended out there?” You teased him with a smirk on your face, finally starting to come out of your sad state a little more and feel more like yourself.

“C’mon, I’m not that hopeless. I know how to make hot chocolate.” He got up off the floor and crossed his arms over his chest.

You just continued to giggle at him. “Oh really?” you gave him a questioning glance, ruffling the towel in your hair. “Don’t you remember the time you were cooking fries over hot grease?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Okay, that’s different. They don’t give you a handbook on fucking grease fires in cooking class.” He pointed his finger at you, chuckling slightly at the memory of almost setting his trailer on fire.

“Eddie, its really just common sense. You never throw water onto a grease fire. You have to smother it,” You threw the towel at his chest, and he caught it.

“Well, genius I really wish you would have shared this valuable information with me before I almost destroyed the kitchen.” He balled up the towel and tossed it into the corner of his room, amongst the other clothes.

You followed him out of the room and into the kitchen, sitting at the stools on the other side of the counter while he grabbed two mugs from Wayne’s ever-growing collection.

The kettle whistled as a cue that the boiling water was ready. He grabbed the hot chocolate powder from the cupboard and put in a spoonful to each cup and poured the water into them.

Seeing Eddie in such a domestic environment made your heart beat a little faster. His tank top hanging off his board shoulders, his sleep pants hanging a little too low on his hips as he stirred the two drinks until they were fully mixed. You were truly fucked. How dare you have such a gorgeous best friend?

He slid the mug across the counter towards you and gave you a little nod to taste it. You gave him a suspicious look as you brought the cup up to your lips and gave it a taste. Much to your surprise it was quite good for a store-bought mixture.

He smirked as he took a sip of his own mug. “Told you I wasn’t hopeless.”

“Eds, its kind of hard to mess up powdered hot chocolate.” You teased him as you cradled the hot drink in your hands. The shivering stopped.

“Sweetheart, you wound me.” He brought a hand up to his chest with a small frown on his face, but he couldn’t hold it for long with the way you were smiling at him. You two had such an effect on each other and you were both blind to it.

“But for a store-bought hot chocolate mix, its pretty good right?” he asked, taking a few more sips of the hot beverage.

You agreed and chuckled to yourself at his need for praise. “Yeah, its not bad. Thank you,” You dipped your head down and took another sip, suddenly your cheeks feeling a little too hot. Was it the drink, or was it the way he was staring at you?

The thunder suddenly erupted in the sky, causing you to gasp and the trailer to shake. You weren’t the biggest fan of storms either when they got like this.

Eddie noticed your change in demeanor and took your two mugs to sink. “How about we watch a movie, yeah? Get your mind off everything,” he suggested, leaning against the counter with his arms folded on top of each other, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “I’ll let you pick your favorite,” He smiled at you, tapping his rings against the counter.

Your eyes lit up; he already knew what you wanted to watch.

“Does this mean we can watch The Breakfast Club without you whining about it?” He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, if it means I get to see you happy,” He pushed himself off the counter and started making his way into the living room to his VHS collection, crouching down and searching for it.

With his back turned to you, you admire the way his shoulders flexed under his tank top. Everything about Eddie was just so mesmerizing. You know he didn’t see himself the way you did and that made your heart hurt a little bit.

Eddie was hard on himself, much like you were to yourself. So, finding comfort in each other was the greatest thing this universe could have done for the both of you.

He stood up with the tape in his hand and shook his hair away from his face. “John Bender awaits,” he teased you, knowing about your crush on the character. Every time you watched the movie together you always gushed over Bender. His carefree attitude, the tough guy act he puts on, the way he dressed. It reminded you of a certain someone, and you didn’t put the pieces together until your crush on Eddie had formed.

You both made your way into his room where he had set up a little TV and VHS player in front of his bed, making it the perfect den for all his needs. With his guitar and weed stash, he really didn’t need to leave his room ever.

You settled yourself on the far corner of his bed beside the wall, propping up the pillows behind you so you could sit comfortably.

After getting everything set up, Eddie settled beside you and leaned against the headboard, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing a joint and a lighter. He put it in his mouth and lit it, scrunching up his face and taking a long drag of it. He exhaled the smoke out of his lungs and passed it to you wordlessly.

“Thanks, I needed this tonight,” you say, taking a hit of the joint as well. You didn’t hit it as expertly as he did, coughing a little as you exhaled the smoke, feeling the burn of it in your throat.

He took the joint back and had another drag. “My pleasure, princess,” he side-eyed you and gave you a smirk as you settled further into the bed, letting the feeling of the weed relax you even further. Your body wasn’t on edge anymore after the earlier events at your own trailer.

You smiled at the TV as Simple Minds filled your ears, passing the joint back and forth until you were heavy lidded enough and Eddie finished it off. He crossed his arms behind his head, which made his shirt ride up in the process. You couldn’t help but take a sneaky glance over at the exposed skin of his hip bones, clenching your thighs together at the sight.

But he noticed.

After about 20 minutes into the movie, you started to feel a bit cold again. You didn’t realize you had been shivering slightly. Goosebumps had appeared on the skin of your bare legs. You pushed slightly closer to Eddie, brushing your leg against his covered one.

He glanced over at you. “You cold?” he asked, cocking his head at you.

“Yeah, a little bit but I’m fine,” You smiled at his as you shifted again, trying to get comfortable. The trailer was always freezing during these storms. The pathetic heater they had did practically nothing in these events.

“Nonsense princess,” He moved his arms out from behind his head and extended them out to you.

“C’mere, I’ll get you warm. You know I’m like a walking furnace, right?”

You nodded and were a bit hesitant. It wasn’t unusual for you and Eddie to cuddle, but lately it drove you insane. Being that close to him, hearing his heartbeat, taking in his scent. You rested your head on his chest and swung your leg over his. He pulled you closer to him and rested his one hand on your shoulder and the other one on your leg right above the knee. He felt your goosebumps.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, if you were this cold, you should have said something earlier,” He chuckled, low and deep, you felt it vibrate in his chest. His ring clad hand started rubbing up and down your leg in attempt to make you warmer, and oh boy it did just that. Just not where you had expected it to be.

You balled up his shirt in your hand started fidgeting with it. His hand felt hot on your leg.

“How’s this? Better?” he asked, tracing mindless circles into your leg, his hand coming up closer to rest on your thigh.

“Yeah,” you said, nuzzling your face into his chest further.

He hummed contently and his hand continued it’s way up your leg, rubbing it softly to try and bring warmth back to your body.

Your eyes felt heavy, and you weren’t sure if it was from the way he was touching you or if it was from the weed. It didn’t matter though; it felt nice. Warmth did creep up on your body, and it was getting harder to ignore. With your body pressed up against Eddie’s, your core was rubbing against the side of his leg. The fabric on your shorts not giving much of a barrier between you and him.

There was no way he didn’t feel you getting aroused from his touch. It was hard not to. Every so often his hand was inching closer up your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. The action gave you butterflies, and you couldn’t help but to adjust yourself, in doing so this caused you to gain some friction against his leg and you sighed softly at the feeling.

And the truth was, he could feel you. His heart was racing in his chest, and he was sure you could hear it. Having you this close to him made him feel like he was 15 again. He couldn’t think straight, but let’s be honest, when it came to you, it left him brainless.

The way your perfect body moulded against his, your dainty hands playing mindlessly with his shirt had him melting. He was just good at hiding his feelings. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable in such a vulnerable state.

Which is the exact reason why you felt as though your feelings for him were on sided. He was just a touchy-feely guy, and you had accepted that. Keeping your best friend close to you was a much better option than losing him completely over your crush.

As Eddie continued to trace patterns up your thigh, you became restless. Not even paying attention to the movie at this point, the only thing on your mind was Eddie Eddie Eddie, and how he was blindly driving you mad with such a simple touch.

You didn’t even feel your body chasing friction on his leg, you just felt your wetness pooling in your panties as you continued to adjust in your spot, creating the tiniest amount of pleasure between your thighs as you absentmindedly dry humped his leg. But it wasn’t enough.

Soon Eddie felt you shifting in your position every couple of seconds and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back so he could look at you.

“Hey, are you uncomfortable? We could switch positions if you want, I don’t mind.” He asked you sweetly, still tracing patterns just above your knee.

You hid your face into his chest again. “No, its okay. I’m comfortable,” You replied, still softly shifting your hips between his thigh, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight movements and what was going on.

“Are you sure?” He pressed, “If you’re too tired I can always just go to the couch and let you sleep,” He suggested. No matter how many sleepovers you two had, he always let you take the bed, and he took the couch. He always insisted on it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself sleeping beside you, but he always left that part out.

“I’m okay Eds, really.” You replied, hoping he would drop it and not press any further about your constant shifting.

“Really? Because you keep moving,” And with that you stopped shifting and your breathing halted. Oh god, he could feel you this entire time, you thought.

“No I’m fine it’s just-“you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and started playing with the fabric of his shirt again.

“The way you’re touching my leg is kind of, um, it feels nice,” you said softly, hoping he didn’t pick up on the way your voice trembled slightly.

“Oh,” he said and halted his movements on your leg, the cog turning inside of his head as to how this justified your constant shifting, and then it hit him.

His eyes widened slightly as he took in your small frame, your hips still slowly moving to try to gain friction against his leg.

His hand travelled up your leg again, tracing small circles on the back of your thighs.

“Does it feel nice when I touch you like this?” he asked with a tinge of teasing in his tone.

You didn’t reply, just buried your face into his chest to get away from the embarrassment of humping your friend’s leg. But to your surprise, he didn’t stop.

His hand travelled up slightly further to the meat of your thigh, barely touching but driving you wild.

“What about here? Is this nice?” His voice got lower, and you knew you just went to a place you couldn’t get out of.

Your hand gripped onto his shirt more. “Eds…” You said softly, shifting your leg so he could get closer to the place you craved him most. You felt something twitch inside of his pajamas.

He groaned in his chest, almost low enough that you couldn’t hear it. His hand slowly came up to the highest part of your thigh where your shorts rested, squeezing the flesh there.

“And what about here?” You sighed softly as his fingertips grazed the fabric of your shorts, slipping a little bit inside to where your ass met your thigh.

You really couldn’t take it anymore. You pressed further into his body and let out a soft moan.

“You really like that, don’t you?” He teased. You felt your cheeks getting hotter at his words. Your breathing picked up a bit as he barely grazed over your center, but not quite touching.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” He almost whispered. “I’ll go out to the couch, and we can pretend this never happened,” He pulled his hand away from your core and continued tracing small circles on your thigh.

You whined softly and pressed your leg further into him, the friction sending shocks of pleasure to your stomach.

“Please don’t stop,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

You heard him swear under his breath, his hand slowly inching back up towards your covered pussy. His cheek pressed against your head as he softly pressed his palm against you, rubbing his fingertips up and down until you jerked against his touch. Bingo.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling how hot you were against him. “You are so wet. And just from me touching your leg,” he chuckled, rubbing small circles into your clit through your shorts.

Your brain short circuited, you couldn’t believe this was happening. His filthy words went straight to your pussy, sending more shockwaves of pleasure through your system.

He pressed a little harder, seeing what gave him the most reaction out of you and you whined. You fucking whined.

Your hand traveled from his side from where you were tugging on his shirt and it slowly started drifting down towards the obvious erection in his pants, but never touching. Just grazing his waistband.

“Sweetheart, you are driving me crazy,” He chuckled deep in his chest. “Seeing you like this against me, fuck, I never thought this would happen,” He admitted, totally in awe of how your body reacted to his touch. Your hips continued to jerk against his hand, barely giving you any pressure or anything to work with.

Your hand grazed his erection in his pants, and you gasped, feeling how hard and how big he was. He pushed his hand under the fabric of your shorts and panties, immediately feeling how wet you really were. His finger ran up and down your slit, creating a slickness everywhere. When his fingertips grazed over your clit, you gave his cock a little squeeze.

He groaned in his chest, and this was his breaking point. He sat up suddenly and hooked his arms under your armpits and pressed your back against his front. His legs hooking onto yours and spreading you wide on his bed.

The movie was long forgotten at this point.

His arms snaked around your waist and pressed his face against your neck and took in your scent. He smoothed his hands over your stomach and rubbed your sides. He began placing light kisses against your neck, travelling down to where your shoulder meets. He softly nibbles at the skin, pulling a moan from you.

“Y’don’t know how much I’ve thought about this,” You feel him smirk against your skin as his hands make their way to your thighs again, delicately rubbing the skin on the most inner part of your them. You try to push your hand back against his body, chasing any friction you could find just so he would touch you already.

“Eddie, please…” you begged.

“Babe, you’re squirming again. Just relax,” he whispered as his large hands pushed your legs apart even further, his hand coming up to cup your sex through your shorts. You whined and had no idea what to do with your hands, so you placed them on his thighs.

“I’m going to take care of you, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” you just whined in response as he slowly started to tease you again. You’ve lost the ability to speak as he was driving you crazy. Rubbing up and down your covered pussy and stopping to rub delicate circles on your clit when you jerked against his body.

“There, huh?” You nodded meekly against him, scared that if you even tried to speak it would come out as a jumbled mess.

He continued his teasing, going torturously slow on your clit. Your hips started to buck up to meet his hands.

“Ed’s please… just touch me,” you whimpered, growing impatient as the pleasure wasn’t enough anymore. You had waited so long for this.

“I am touching you,” He smirked. He fucking smirked. He knew how to rile you up and it seems as though it has translated this way in this uncharted territory as well.

“You know what I mean,” you sigh into the air.

“No, I don’t think I do,” he said lowly, halting his hand movements on your covered core.

His hand slipped inside your shorts, still over your silk panties. He immediately found your clit and the pressure was good – but it still wasn’t enough. He could feel your wetness seeping through your panties.

“Is this what you mean?” you shook your head against him as he continued his agonizing movements on your clit. He hummed against you as he removed his hand. You whined and tried to turn around and give him a look, he continued pressing his cheek against your head.

“Such a needy little thing, huh? Just dying for your best friend to touch you like this,” he was having so much fun with this, getting you riled up until you broke.

He tugged at the waistband of your shorts. “Take these off, yeah? Keep your panties on, though.” He added.

You sat up and pulled off your shorts, keeping them in the palm of your hands when you leaned back against his chest. He quickly grabbed them and tossed them to the other side of his room.

His hands immediately returned to your core, his chin rested against your shoulder and took in how exposed you were to him. The feeling of his rough hands against the softness of your panties was pure heaven.

“Fuck babe, I knew you’d wear the cutest panties,” he confessed to you as his hands smoothed over you. Your head was spinning.

“You – You imagined this?” you panted out, embarrassed as to how worked up you already were.

“How could I not? Look at you,” he praised. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and ran up and down your slit, collecting the wetness that pooled around your hole and was now dripping down to your ass.

“Can’t believe I did this to you,” he chuckled, amazed at how wet you really were for him. His fingers finally found themselves against your clit and the pleasure was mind numbing. He was good with his hands. He knew the exact amount of pressure to add as he swirled his fingers around your swollen bud.

“You’ve been doing this to me Eds, I just haven’t said any – Oh my god,” you moaned as he pushed two fingers inside of you, your hands gripped his thighs at the stretch of just his fingers.

His fingers moved in and out slowly, relishing in the feeling of how tight you were. His mouth dropped open in a silent o shape as he watched them move inside your heat.

“You’ve been meaning to tell me I could have been doing this sooner? Damn you, sweetheart,” He nipped at the skin of your neck again while his other hand moved up to your breasts and giving them a soft squeeze. He groaned when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.

His hand snaked under your shirt and immediately found your hardened nipples, delicately rubbing his fingers over them, eliciting and moan from you. He pinched the bud between his fingers while desperately trying to find that spot inside of you that would make you –

“Oh fuck, there, right there,” you moaned, turning into jelly at the stimulation on your nipple and his fingers pressing into that spongey spot inside of you.

“Good girl, using her words,” he sucked a harsh spot onto your neck, you clenched around his fingers, a soft whine coming from your throat.

“Oh, you like that? Felt you tighten around me, babe,” he continued his assault on your neck. You were getting more wet by the second. Everything he was doing to your body was sending you into overdrive. Your hips had a mind of their own.

His fingers kept pressing against that spot inside of you, sending shocks of pleasure to your core. You were a moaning, writhing mess beneath him. Your orgasm was coming on faster than it ever had before. Your hips pushing back to meet his fingers as they thrust inside you was pushing his erection against your back.

The friction you were giving him caused him to groan lowly in your ear, speeding up the movements of his fingers inside of you. Every time his fingers brushed against that spot inside you, it pushed you closer to the edge.  

“Eddie – I’m so close,” you managed to get out between moans, your grip on his thighs getting tighter as you were getting closer to the edge.

“Yeah? Come on baby, I know you can do it,” He praised in your ear, his hot breath sending a chill down your spine.

With one last push, he added his thumb to your clit and pressed lazy circles into it. He tugged on your nipple, and you moaned out, slumping your head against his shoulder as your body went lax. Your orgasm soared through you, covering his fingers in your slick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body jerked, his fingers still moving at a slow pace inside you while you ride it out.

His hard cock was still pressed against your back, begging to be let out. He pulled his fingers from your pussy, coated in your wetness. He held his hand up in the darkness of his room, only lit by the TV that was still playing the movie. He looked at his hands in awe and spread them, your slick was stringy and gooey against his fingers.

You were a little embarrassed by the mess you caused, but he didn’t seem to mind. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, he groaned at the taste of you on his tongue.

“God, you taste good,” he released his fingers with an obscene pop. You released the grip you had on his thighs and turn to face him.

His eyes were dark, his hair messy and frizzy on his head. His face was slightly illuminated by the light that the TV provided. His lips were swollen from sucking on your neck. Your eyes met his for the first time since this whole interaction and they looked hungry.

Your eyes darted between his and his lips. You turned around on his lap and straddled him. His eyes bugged out of his head as he took in your form. He placed his hands on your waist as you leaned down and kissed him.

Eddie Munson was a desperate kisser.

The kiss was dizzying, you both couldn’t keep your hands still. Your hands roamed from his chest, to cup the back of his head and tangling them in his hair. His hands travelled up your sides and cupped your breasts through your shirt, trailing down to grab your ass.

His tongue was on your lip, you moaned into his mouth and granted him access. Your tongues danced together, your grip and his hair tightened as you ground your hips down to meet his. He groaned into your mouth and pushed his hips up to meet yours.

You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth and suckled, your hands travelling down to the hem of his tank top.

You pulled away to catch your breath and rest your forehead against his. “Take this off?” You asked, playing with the fabric between your fingers.

“Yeah,” He nodded quickly and sat back, quickly ripping the article of clothing from his body.

You’ve seen him shirtless before, being friends for years has its upsides. But you’ve never seen him like this.

His hair rested atop his shoulders, his muscles flexed, and the light cascaded over him beautifully. The dark tattoos on his chest made your mouth practically hang open and drool. He must have noticed you staring and chuckled to himself.

“Your turn,” He smirked and looked up at you on his lap and bit his lip, starting to pull your top off. You helped the rest of the way and tossed it to the same corner your shorts ended up in.

Now it was his turn to stare.

His eyes immediately went to your tits, his eyes bulged out of his head. His palms slowly came up to caress the underside of them. Once you moved closer, he fully groped you. Grabbing and squeezing your tits in his hands. When his thumbs came up to graze your nipple, you buckled under his touch and let out a sigh.

You looked down at him and he looked up at you, there was something different in his eyes. Something you noticed before but brushed it off to ignore your own feelings and you realized something.

Best friends don’t look at each other like that.

His arms wrapped around your back as he attached his mouth to your nipple, you moaned out at the feeling, grabbing the back of his head again and tugging on his hair. This elicited another low groan from him. You did it again as he swirled his tongue around the bud and his hips bucked up.

You pulled him back by his hair and he looked up at you half lidded and dizzy.

“Eddie Munson, do you like your hair getting pulled?” You asked with a smug look on your face.

His eyes got darker somehow. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”

He pulled you off his lap with ease and pushed you down onto the bed, towering over you and caging you in with his arms.

He looked scarily intimidating from this angle, the way his hair flowed around his face. You felt yourself clench around nothing as you stared up at him, feeling yourself getting aroused again.

His hand that wasn’t beside your head trailed down your side until it reached the hem of your panties. He sat back on his knees to pull them off you. Your arousal from earlier made them cling to your core and he grinned as he discarded them somewhere in his room, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

Your eyes trailed down his chest again to the tent in his pajama pants. You’re fully taking it in now and it looked massive. You’ve seen your fair share of dicks before, but you knew you were in trouble this time.

His cocky grin gave him away, his hands reached for the hem of pajamas and pulled them off along with his boxers swiftly. His cock bounced back and tapped his stomach. The head was leaking and pink, begging to be touched. You didn’t realize that possibly, you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

And fuck, he was huge. The girth alone could split you in half. You swallowed down the saliva that pooled in your mouth at the sight of him.

“What? Is it too big for you?” He chuckled as you continued to eye him, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a slight squeeze.

“I’m not answering that question,” you replied and peered up at him with shy eyes. That had already answered his question.

He opened your legs with his large hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, caging you in again with his arms beside your head. “This is going to change everything and there’s no going back, you know that right?”

You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Yes, I’m sure. I want this Eds,” you touched his cheek and smiled at him.

He smiled his signature toothy grin and leaned back again, rubbing his cock through your folds.

“I hope you know I’m not holding back,” he said casually, his cock catching on the hood of your clit. “Wanted this for too long,”

You licked your lips and nodded. “Do your worst,”

He took that as a challenge. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push in. Immediately you feel that stretch, you squeeze your eyes shut as you grab onto his bicep.

“God, Eddie,” you panted out.

“You gotta relax sweetheart or it’s going to hurt,” He kissed the side of your head and paused waiting for you to adjust before pushing in more.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and adjusted your hips, causing him to push inside faster and you gasped. He wasn’t even fully inside yet and you knew you were going to be wrecked.

“You are so god damn tight, Jesus,” he huffed out.

As his hips finally met yours, you were full. The burn felt so good. He groaned, feeling you wrapped around him so perfectly. He twitched inside of you, causing you to gasp out as he lightly grazed that spongey spot inside of you again, making you toss your head back.

He leaned down to kiss the side of your neck again, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking, pulling a moan from you.

“Okay, I’m ready,” You tapped his arm, signalling him it’s okay to move.

He pulled his hips back, watching his cock pull out of you and then slammed back in. The moan you let out was animalistic, the whole trailer park definitely heard you. You closed your eyes and basked in the feeling of him inside you. You could feel everything, from his mushroom tip hitting your cervix to the thick veins that adorned the side of his cock.

His hips slowly started to pick up pace, he grabbed your legs and pushed them over his shoulders giving him a better angle to get deeper inside of you. You gasped loudly and scratched at his chest, the feeling suddenly becoming overwhelming with being so full.

“Eddie, oh my god,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and lolled to the side. His cock moving in and out of you with ease. He grabbed your face in his hand and squished your cheeks together, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me while I’m making you feel good,” He peered down at you, sweat already starting to gather on his forehead. This angle making him hit that spot inside of you that made you cream around his cock.

Eye contact seemed too intimidating, so you shut your eyes in that moment, lost in the pleasure of him absolutely railing you.

He delivered a hard thrust that made you open your eyes and cry out.

“I said look at me, wanna see how beautiful you are while you fall apart,”

You looked up at him, your eyes were glazed over and Eddie thought you looked so beautiful like this. He shoved a finger into your mouth and you immediately sucked.

“Good girl,” He praised and you moaned around his digit.

His thrusts became harder, continuously hitting your spongey spot. You moaned out around his finger and he released it from your mouth with a pop.

“Wanna hear you babe, make those pretty sounds for me,” He pulled your legs off his shoulders and gripped your hips, moving them to where he wanted.

His grip on your hips gave him more power, thrusting into you at an insane pace. His cock hitting your cervix in the most delicious way had you moaning and whimpering mess underneath him. You were sure that your hips would have bruises on them by the morning.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m getting close,” You whined out, your hands grabbing at the back of his neck to bring him down for a searing kiss.

Your lips met and it was messy. A battle between lips, tongue and teeth and it was hot. Your hands tangled in his thick locks again and tugged, earning you a loud groan from him. You smirked against his lips at the effect you had on him.

He pulled away and grabbed one of your legs and pulled it against his chest to provide a new angle. His gaze peered down as he watched himself slide in and out of you.

“You’re fucking dripping around me, babe. You should see it,” He furrowed his brow together as he got lost in the feeling of being inside of you.

Your hips started twitching as he brought his thumb down to your clit again and rubbed small circles. You cried out, your second orgasm of the night getting closer by the second.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming too much for you in this moment. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he brushed against that spot inside of your pussy with every thrust, the pressure on your clit was making your vision so clouded.

“Eddie, shit, don’t stop,” you cried out as your nails ran down his chest to ground you a little bit more in this moment.

“Oh baby, I wasn’t planning on it,” he chuckled above you and continued railing you as hard as he could until you cried out his name and gushed around him. Your whole body went lax as it rode out your second orgasm of the night, which was somehow more powerful than the first one with his cock stuffed inside of you.

But there was no sign of stopping from Eddie yet. You couldn’t get enough at this point.

He swiftly pulled out of you and hoisted you up on your hands and knees and pushed your head into the mattress. The hold on your hips was the only thing keeping you up, your knees were beyond numb at this point from the pleasure.

He slammed back into you and groaned.

“Can’t get enough of this pretty pussy,” He groaned into your head, kissing your shoulder and pushing the hair away from your face.

He pulled out and slammed back in harshly, getting seemingly deeper than he was previously. Tears were streaming down your face at this point. His tongue darted out to lick away the salty tears.

“Crying cause it feels so good, huh?” He lifted you up and pulled you into his chest as he continued railing you from behind, his hand coming up to apply light pressure on your neck.

You were definitely going to have an indent from his rings there.

“Eds, It’s so much – it feels so good,” you sobbed out, only thing keeping you upright was the hold Eddie had on you.

“Oh I know, you’re still so wet,” his hips started snapping faster, the flesh of your ass jiggling with every thrust. His words hot against your ear send a shiver down your spine. You can’t think straight anymore and you think you want to experience this every day.

You could tell he was close by the way he released you from his hold and shoved you into the mattress again, gripping your hips and using you as he liked. His thrust became messy and erratic.

His lips came down to nibble on your shoulder. “Gonna cum, holy shit,” he moaned out.

He squeezed your hips one final time and pulled out, grabbing the base of his cock and shooting his cum all over your back.

You were beyond fucked out at this point. You lay flat on his bed catching your breath with your eyes shut. You didn’t even realize he had left the room to get a warm washcloth to clean you up.

He cleans you up wordlessly, every so often looking down at you and smiling to himself. You hissed as he lifted your leg and cleaned your aching pussy.

“Sorry babe,” He said, but he wasn’t really sorry.

You feel him lay down beside you and pull you into his chest. It’s silent for a couple beats.

“Can’t believe we fucked while your crush was on the TV,” he chuckled to himself. Of course he would say that after the brutal fucking you just endured.

“Oh my god, Eddie.” You giggled with him and hid your face from him. He knew exactly how to embarrass you.

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” he asked with playfulness ridden in his tone.

“You ever wonder why I have a crush on Bender?” You lifted your head from his chest and rested your chin there.

He just looked at you and raised his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness. “He reminds me of you, dumbass,” you smiled and squeezed his sides.

“Jeez, I really am dumb, huh?” he ran a hand through his messy hair, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m really bad at putting the pieces together,” he said into the air, smiling to himself.

“Yeah, just a bit,” you agreed and laid your head back onto his chest.

“So…,” he starts. “Is this a good time to tell you how much I like you?”

“Eddie, you just railed me into next Saturday, I think I know how much you like me now,” you giggled and lifted your head again, giving a small peck on the lips.

“But yeah, I like you too. More than just friends, perhaps,” you looked at him coyly, giving him a cheeky grin.

“You’re insane, you know that?” his hands came up to squeeze your cheeks a little. You both giggled together.

“I mean who knows Eds, I might just like you enough to ask you to sleep in bed with me,” you teased him.

“Babe, best believe I am not going anywhere tonight.”

And with that, you two snuggled together on the bed while the credits for The Breakfast Club rolled on the small screen, falling asleep soundly to the tune of Don’t You Forget About Me.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson onshot #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson 18+ #eddie munson x you

[noodleswithsoba-blog]

My Hero Academia x Spider-Man Ideas!

So, Spider-Man and My Hero Academia, huh? Well... I have some ideas. This is a very, very long post but details the Spider-Man and the Sinister Six of this universe.

The Universe: Universe 3329-H.

This universe is home to several remnants of the Marvel Universe we all know and love, but some of them have been changed. The Super Soldier Serum and Mutants have led to the rise of Quirks, and several villains have descendants in the MHA side of the timeline.

But that's not the only one...

The emissaries from Hell: SPIDER-FAMILY!

In the early days of quirks, a young man named Takuya Yamashiro was given the Quirk of a Spider. Given stupendous spider powers, Takuya set out as this universe's first Spider-Man in several generations.

There was a Spider Woman, Kozue Yamashiro. She became the Spider-Woman and fought her hardest, having a son with her photographer husband named Takao.

This is Takao's story. The descendant of Takuya Yamashiro and heir to the mighty Marveller and by extension the almighty Leopardon!

He has all the hallmarks of a Spider-Man with some seriously buffed up abilities like the Spider Sense and other such abilities.

The Sinister Six!

For the Sinister Six, I decided to do my best to find analogous characters in MHA, so here's the Roster I decided!

Yo Shindo: The Shocker.

So why would Shindo go full villainy? Well... it's because his quirk worked well with his tech, wanting to focus and increase his vibrations to concussive waves proved to be too dangerous but he left after to prove them wrong.

Not only that, but his family were famous for causing small quakes and well, why not go bigger?

So far, he's done well to do that, if it wasn't for the meddling of Spider-Man he'd be a rich man. Of course that never usually panned out until a mysterious letter arrived for him and instructed him to meet with the other five.

Camie Utsushimi: Mysterio!

Camie became a villainess after Shiketsu was too strict for her, stifling her quirk's true potential. Turns out her ancestor was this universe's Mysterio.

Turns out his gas and her gas combined makes a very powerful illusory compound. With the ability to create entire areas of illusion and well, she also uses stagecraft.

Once a ditzy airhead, now a dangerous mistress of illusion, she was given the same mysterious letter to meet with the other four members.

Goto Imasuji: The Rhino!

A pure mass of Muscle, Goto was a monster. But that wasn't always the case. Even an unrepentant beast has a motive to his madness. But those at Tartarus forced him into an experimental battlesuit fully sedated and controlled by shock nodes in the suit.

Turns out the suit was taken over by his muscles, and well, the shocks did help Goto come out of his bloodlust, realizing what put him there was one really horrible day.

After tearing through the prison with his new suit, he realized there was someone waiting for him on the coast. A man in a long coat smiled up at him.

"Hello, Goto. I have a job for you."

"Is there gonna be blood?"

"Lots."

"Fine. But this is the last one. I got someone I need to see."

Setsuna Tokage: The Lizard!

Not every villain on the Sinister Six is a Villain. With this one, it's a tale of a girl and a spider. For years, Setsuna has always wanted to help her best friend, Takao, with his Spider-Man work.

First Aid, stealing her dad's car, getting him to a hospital and trying to calm down Takao's overprotective father. Even being a damsel a couple of times.

But then she decided enough was enough and signed up for an experimental quirk booster. It turned her from just a girl with sharp teeth and the ability to split up her body to a monstrous Lizard!

With the booster at first giving her an expanded set of abilities and making her even more lizardy, it wasn't until the Joint Training where she went absolutely ham against Bakugo and his team, her berserk rage changing her into a monster.

Afterward, she left UA, determined to find the bastard who did this to her, but... he found her first. Will Spider-Man be able to save her in time? Or will she tear apart their class first?

Minoru Mineta: The Spot!

Minoru Mineta didn't mean to become the Spot. But UA made him into what he is. Burned by all the work and time put into becoming a student, his only recourse was to follow the research of Dr. Johnathan Ohn. Otherwise known as the Spot.

It worked.

Now Mineta is part of the Sinister Six, wanting to get back at UA. His sticky balls and portals cause absolute mayhem to wherever he throws them.

David Shield: Doctor Octopus.

Back in the day, David was best friends with All Might, the symbol of peace, descendant of Steve Rogers, and well... he was more of a Reed Richards type.

Gadgets, gizmos, cars, anything All Might needed, David had. He gave and gave and gave... until All Might got hurt. David ended up cutting ties for the sake of his precious daughter Melissa... but he still wanted to take it all back.

If he was just stronger, if he made something with enough power to kill All For One, his best friend would still be a hero. There'd be a bright future...

Until one day, David found out an awful truth... he was going to lose all function in his limbs one day and Melissa might have it too. So he created four mechanical tentacles to help him when that day comes.

But then he found out what he could DO with them. He could fix society himself, he could finally give back in a real way to his best friend.

But how?

By being a villain. So he gathered a team of rejects and one person closest to his latest headache, Spider-Man, and made them the Sinister Six.

Another idea...

Melissa Shield: Miss Fantastic.

Melissa, born quirkless, underwent an experiment that awoken the dormant power inside her. Turns out she might have the stretching powers or invisibility of her ancestors Reed and Sue.

It's a fifty fifty shot. But I thought it'd be fun.

#my hero academia #spiderman #fanfiction #headcanon #setsuna tokage #melissa shield #yo shindo #david shield #mineta minoru #goto imasuji #camie utsushimi

[soup-for-ghosts]

Braces gone. Honestly I don't think the process was worth it at all. I only had a single crooked tooth and my smile is already super weird (tism) so there wasn't much reason to get them. They put a metal wire on the inner side of my teeth then glued them in place, and it has to stay like that for the rest of my life. The sandpaper-like tool they used to get rid of the glue is evil and I hate it. My dad got me sushi afterwards though so it wasn't completely horrible.

yeahhh braces really aren’t the best most useful human concept…

#asks #not-pie

[herdreamywasteland]

god, do you love me?

(POEM WITH HUGE TW, READ NOTES)

i don't know how god thinks but does he love me?

i don't know how god thinks, but god, do you love me?

do you love me?

i ask again and again, do you love me?

echoing the words of jesus christ, holy and perfect falling from my sinful lips.

and i understand how hard it must be but answer please.

god, do you love me?

i don't know how god thinks and i don't know how you think.

but do you love me?

and there's so much i need to do. there's so much I'm missing. there's so much stuff.

but i need to know, do you love me?

and im hiding in your closet but i swear i'm not a faggot i just need to know

you can't give me what i want a certain satisfaction, an answer.

do you love me? god, can you love me?

just lynch me, beat me, break me,

i'm a freak, an accident, a horrible mistake.

god, can you love me? god, do you love me?

i say bad things and do things that are even worse.

i think bad things, and i can't control myself,

the spirit is willing, my flesh is weak, just pierce my hands, i'm just a freak.

make me more like you, turn me into christ, make you love me,

god do you love me?

my dad is a christian my mom is a christian

i don't know what im supposed to be.

because i'm hiding in closets and wishing away bodies, thinking bad things, saying worse.

and god, does he love me?

infinite mercy, but is it infinite, there has to be an end, or some kind of catch.

people like me don't deserve to see heaven.

so i ask, in the words of jesus christ my god, why have you abandoned me?

do you even love me?

i don't know how god thinks, but how could he love me?

i don't know how god thinks but i see the way you act and that's enough.

you can't love me, not for who i am, just for who i pretend to be.

is that what god wants?

should i hide? should i change?

i bet you'd kill me.

haven't slept for days, haven't eaten anything. it's all in my head, there's nothing i can do.

people can dream, think things, say things, do things.

but i'm such a freak, i'm just a freak, an erasable mistake.

does god make mistakes?

and i don't know how god thinks, but this is sacrilegious, am i sacrilegious?

i don't know how god thinks, i sure hope he loves me.

i don't know how you think, but god, i hope you love me.

echoing the words of jesus christ, following in his footsteps, hating every moment of it, hating myself.

string me up on a tree, stab my hands, break my teeth.

give me a crown call me your queen, rip open my side, put holes in my feet.

make me just like christ, so that maybe i can understand, if god really loves me if you really love me.

my spirit might be willing, but my flesh is weak, why have you abandoned me, left me here to rot,

when i said beat me, i never meant leave me, when i said kill me, don't let me die alone.

let me be the skeleton in your closet, but i'm not a fag, i just hate myself, just hate my body, just hate me.

when i said pull my hair, when i said string me up, when i said hurt me, break me, kill me,

i didn't mean leave me.

god, don't leave me.

and i don't know how god thinks, but i need him to love me,

i don't know how you think i need you to love me.

but i'll bleed just for you, i'll whisper the gospel as you try to sleep, i'll stab my side and crown myself, i'll hide in your closet, and insist i'm not a faggot,

i'll smile for my mom smile for your dad

cut my hands, bleed on your bedsheets, call you my queen.

i'll get on my knees, plush carpet and church floors under me.

and i hate myself, but i don't know how you think, and i don't know how god thinks, and i need to know

god, do you love me?

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