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pedgito · 2 years

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Ahhh you did my breakup sex request you literally made me cry!!! I had an idea for a part 2(if you ever want to write it lol) so two months after reader starts dating a guy who can be easily her soulmate but she gets bored cuz everything is too perfect (except the sex cuz she can’t help but compares it to eddie) and somehow one night reader ends up in eddies trailer again idk something like that haha. You’re literally the best author your writing is so good, so so talented 🖤

author’s note: i mixed this with another request i got here, but this is a continuation of this request if anyone's reading this before the other part. it's not necessary but the context will help.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), fem!reader, makeup sex?, cheating (sort of? reader is over her boyfriend and he's an asshole so yeah), exhibitionism (barely, they're in private but other people are around), angst, confessions, jason is an asshole, eddie is degrading of the readers bf toward her, multiple orgasms, fights (brief description of injury), lots of smut, ect. let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 6.7k

You can’t even bring yourself to look at him, most of the time. Eddie’s done a perfect job at ignoring, pretending you don’t exist, plucking you out of his life—just like you asked, but you weren’t sure what hurt more—knowing how easily he could move on, or how badly you regretted all of it in the first place.

It didn’t matter that Eddie was struggling every day to not look your direction, hug you, just be in your presence—it was a constant, daily reminder of how badly he’d fucked up. Maybe if he was a better boyfriend, maybe if he paid attention more often and didn't throw himself into everything he loved so passionately, then you would have stayed.

It doesn’t take long for you to move on, but you thrive on codependency, being with someone, and you never expected that person to be Jason—but he just fits, or, you made him fit. You have similar interests, he’s sweet to you when he tries to be, and he always knows how to make you feel special; the sex was another story.

And it wasn’t that Eddie wasn’t sweet or caring—Eddie was all of that, but you melded with Jason on a level that Eddie couldn’t reach, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Jason was performative in a different way—Eddie loved to make a scene, grab everyone’s attention, but the affection he showed you was never meant for show. He kissed you in private, told you all the filthiest things in the world that would have you blushing in public, but those words were meant for you and no one else. He’d hold your hand when you were nervous, or rub your back when you were worried. Eddie always knew when to lean in and when to back away—with Jason, it was never genuine.

He only ever kissed you in front of his friends and constantly bolstered himself up on a pedestal when you were around, like you were just another worthless person to impress—and that’s when you realized that the only thing Jason really needed was approval. He only acted like he enjoyed the same things you did to come off as likable, he bought you expensive gifts to make you feel worthy, and he was everything that every girl could ask for, but not you.

And as horribly as you feel about it, the sex was the breaking point. He was quick and rushed and never focused on anything but himself, it was such a whiplash experience from what you had with Eddie that it left you in tears, most of the time—you’d shove Jason out of your house quickly afterwards, curl up on your bed, and weep until it hurt less. It was your own selfishness that wanted to you to be taken care of too; sex was a shared experience, and you enjoyed it, it only seemed fair that it was equal on both ends. Jason didn’t see it that way, unfortunately.

Jason accosts you in front of his friends at lunch that Friday, his arms winding around your waist as he leans over to kiss you on the cheek, flashing the trademark toothy grin at you.

“You’re coming to the party, right?” He asks, the watchful eyes of others not giving you much of a chance to weasel your way out of his grasp. “Everyone’s gonna be there.”

“I guess,” You shrug, forcing a fake smile as he lets you go just as quickly, taking a seat at the head of the lunch table, “did Lucas ever get back to you?”

“He said he’d go,” Jason taps his fork against the tray, moving the food around, “but he wants me to invite all of them—some shit about being inclusive or whatever.”

“All of Hellfire?” You ask, eyebrows pulling up in confusion. You take a glance over at the table, eyes immediately drawn toward Eddie—he’s already looking at you when you turn your head and he panics, like he’s been caught, and quickly averts his attention toward Dustin.

“They’re all fucking freaks,” Jason says snidely, “If any of them try to ruin my party, they’re dead.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” You assure him, ignoring his obvious distaste and resentment toward the idea. “I doubt they’ll even go.”

“Yeah, let’s hope so.”

Jason abandons you before lunch is over, making a weak excuse about needing to talk to the boys in private—but really, you didn’t care. But, they snatch Lucas up in the process, much to Eddie’s dismay.

So when you finally leave the lunchroom to reach your locker, fiddling with the stupid lock that never wants to open, Eddie corners you. He notices the struggle, the frustrated look on your face, tongue poking out the side of your mouth.

He pulls it from your hand without questions, putting in the code and yanking at the lock with force—it opens on the first time. Eddie doesn’t have the same motivation to act smug about, his mouth pulled into a tight line.

“Thanks,” You mumble, open the locker door to retrieve your school books—he still hasn’t left, “—did you need something?”

“Tell your boyfriend to stop spreading his stink over my table,” He says with a harsh undertone, “it makes everyone uncomfortable—especially Lucas.”

“He’s not going to listen to me,” You tell him, “he never has.”

You two had only been together a couple months, but Jason always had a mind of his own, and was always forcing you to do things you wouldn’t normally do—he had to have that control. You didn’t like fancy dinner dates or extravagant nights out, but with Jason, that’s all you got.

You just wanted movies on the couch and cheap delivery pizza, to talk for hours about books and pop culture, everything that seemed interesting to you, and you wouldn’t even mind hearing him ramble on about basketball—it was the principle of it all, Jason didn’t like to put in the effort.

Eddie always had, you were only realizing that much too late.

And you can’t help your curiosity, mind racing with thoughts.

“Are you going to the party?” You ask, slipping your locker closed, taking a small glance at Eddie.

“Don’t know yet,” He shrugs. Eddie knew when to stay away, but with Jason, he couldn’t help himself, “maybe.”

He knew you were miserable, it was written all over your face, your mood, it had altered your personality into something he didn’t even recognize.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t.” You tell him honestly—it wasn’t a warning or a threat, you were just terrified of what would unfold if he did.

Jason knew of your past with Eddie and as much as he tried not to seem bothered by it, he couldn’t grasp the idea of someone wanting to be paired up with the town freak, Eddie Munson.

“You’re not my boss.” Eddie smirks with an immense amount of smugness.

“I’m not trying to be,” You tell him softly, “I’m just—I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

And it’s a terrible idea, in fact—but it doesn’t stop Eddie from showing up to the party with Chrissy Cunningham by his side.

“Uh, Lucas,” You nudged the boy standing beside you, cup in hand, “did he tell you anything about that?”

Lucas is just as wide-eyed as the rest of the party, gawking at the two of them like animals in a cage. Chrissy is noticeably unfazed, as always, smiling bigger than ever. The cheerfulness wasn’t an act either, it was just her. The only thing different about Eddie is that he isn’t wearing his jacket, which strikes you as odd because he never leaves the house without it, it was like his security blanket.

“No, nothing—“ Lucas takes a glance at Jason, who’s just as tense as the rest of you, but his eyes are brimmed with an anger he only got around Eddie, for whatever reason that was, he never talked about it either, “—you might wanna check on him.”

Jason sees you coming before you even touch him, hand coming up in waiting to wrap around you waist, like you were an accessory. “Hey, it’s fine,” You try to soothe him, your free hand wrapping around his own waist, hoping he’ll turn his attention toward you, “maybe Chrissy didn’t want to come alone.”

“But Chrissy—why her?” Jason asks, voice laced with jealousy. You roll your eyes noticeably, it felt like a losing battle anymore—relationships just weren’t for you.

“Everyone loves Chrissy,” You tell him, his eyes glancing toward you briefly, a micro twitch of his face at those words, “I don’t think Eddie’s immune to that, as much as you want him to be.”

You watch Chrissy yank Eddie toward the kitchen, his feet struggling to keep up as they squeak against the tile floor, letting her wrap his fingers in between hers. You’ve never seen Eddie talk to Chrissy, so it was just as much of a mystery to you.

And you knew the history with Jason and Chrissy, maybe he wasn’t really over her, maybe you were just a rebound—but so was he. That’s why you don’t stop him when he hurdles toward the kitchen, the rest of his posse hot on his tail, aside from Lucas. He grabs your hand before you make the decision to follow, shaking his head in warning.

“We should stay out of it.” He warns, “You know how he gets.”

“Yeah,” You nod pointedly, “That’s exactly the problem.”

“Munson,” Jason’s voice booms over the music, the entirety of the party turning their heads in his direction, ready to witness the carnage, “funny seeing you here.”

“You invited me.” He says, which is more of an attempt to make Jason look like an idiot.

He’s successful, gaining a few snickers and badly disguised laughs with a cough.

“It wasn’t a legitimate invitation,” Jason confesses, “—and Chrissy, wow—that’s a hell of surprise, how do you two know each other?”

They both stumble over their words for a moment before Chrissy finally answers.

“I just asked him,” She settled on, “I didn’t want to come alone.”

It shouldn’t hurt Eddie as much as it did, his ego is wounded—Chrissy was cute, nice, but it was a low blow on her part, since he was the one supplying her with drugs, all while managing to keep it a secret.

“So, pity,” Jason laughs, tipping his cup in Eddie’s direction, “—look, dude, I’d save yourself the embarrassment and just leave—it’s not like anyone wants you here—“

The last part forces you to put a stop to his assault, pulling gently at his arm, not wanting to become a secondary victim to his attack. “Jason, come on—everyone’s staring,” It took you a moment to realize that even the music had died down, all eyes on the four of you collected in the kitchen, ”babe, please.”

Eddie snorts an amused laugh at that, hand coming to rest against the counter top—he wasn’t even looking at Jason anymore, his eyes directly on you. You could see how badly he wanted to say something, make some snide comment, get back for all that you’d put him through—but it’s Jason that attacks instead, albeit, at your expense.

“I see why you like her,” Jason nods toward you, “—the mouth on her, it’s something—say, is that why you came? Did you think she was gonna take you back?”

You’ve never seen Eddie mad, but his face changes on a dime, open hand now closed fist and white knuckled. He could easily take Jason out, but he didn’t want to cause a scene, not in front of you.

But, it’s the next thing out of Jason’s mouth that has him throwing that morale out of the window completely.

“Did you think you could come here and make a trade?” Jason antagonizes—you try to feel hurt, but it almost sounds like a good idea, you couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore, and maybe it had been like that for weeks, but tonight was the breaking point.

Eddie punches first, slamming Jason against the ground as his fist connects with his eyebrows—again and again, until there’s blood covering his rings and Jason’s begging for relief.

No one seems surprised—almost relieved that someone finally dealt with Jason’s shit, but it still pulls at your gut, that guilt as you stared down at him, his eyebrow split open at end, blood pouring and pooling quickly into his hand.

Lucas senses your hesitance, kneeling down at Jason’s side, “Go—get him out of here.” He begs, shoving you away and into Eddie, his fists curled tightly at his side. You yank once, twice, until he finally gives in and lets you drag him away from the majority of the party.

The only unlocked door you can find is Jason’s bedroom, which is a horrible juxtaposition to your life. But, Eddie’s covered in blood and you know there’s enough stuff to clean him up in there, so you drag him along, silently. Eddie can’t even force himself to speak.

You move diligently, locking the door to the larger bathroom, guiding him toward the edge of the counter, squatting down to find the first aid kit under the sink before slamming it against the marble surface, finally breaking Eddie from his trance.

He doesn’t say anything, but his hand extends, allowing you to grasp it. You pull gently at his rings, letting the metal clink into the sink, covered in a sticky crimson red. The impression of his own rings had cut into his knuckles at how hard the blow to Jason’s face had been, his own blood mixed with what you could only assume was Jason’s.

“That was stupid.” You say quietly, turning on the sink to let the water run over the rings, washing away as much blood as you could, guiding his hand under the freezing cold water, it’s even worse than the dull, throbbing pain in his hand.

“Do you let him talk about you like that all the time?” Eddie asks suddenly, face pulled up in frustration, jealousy.

“It’s Jason—who cares.”

“You broke up with me for that?” He pulls his hand back suddenly, annoyed with the bitter cold of the water, but also how dismissive you were being. “Was I really that horrible of a boyfriend?”

“Eddie, no,” You say honestly, guiding his hand back toward you, rubbing a small alcohol patch against the skin, his face seemingly unfazed, “—why does this even matter?”

He goes quiet again, he feels the anger, the resentment, but the last thing he wants to do is take it out on you, not when you’re on the verge of tears—you didn’t even realize amongst all the chaos, it’s only when you finally start to calm, placing the small bandages on Eddie’s knuckles that you feel it settle in.

You clear your throat loudly, shoving his hand gently back toward his chest, slamming the kit closed and returning it to its spot underneath the sink. “Look—I don’t know why you came here tonight, I told you it was a bad idea.”

You face toward the sink, fetching his rings and attempting to wrap them in a towel to dry them, but Eddie stops your movements, taking the balled up material in his hands and placing it back down. “I can look after myself,” He tells you, his undamaged hand wrapping around your bicep, the cold sting of his fingers a shock to your warm skin, feeling overwhelmed and claustrophobic, “—why won’t you look at me?”

You shake your head slightly, eyes downturned and staring at your fidgeting hands, twisting your own dainty rings against the skin.

“Look at me.” Eddie demands softly, “Please.”

He’s met with teary eyes, lips pulled tight to keep any sounds from escaping, his thumb brushes away the stray tear that slips down your cheek.

“Is he always like that?” Eddie asks, whatever anger he felt a few minutes ago forced away, if only for a moment. You needed a friend, he could be that.

You shake your head, unable to admit it to yourself. “Not always—it doesn’t matter, Eddie. I just need to go back downstairs and tell him I’m leaving—he can finally try and get Chrissy back, I know that’s what he’s after.”

“We were coming from a deal,” Eddie tells you abruptly, your eyes pulling up to him in confusion, his hand still resting against your cheek. He hasn’t moved it and you couldn’t be bothered to move it either, “—she’s one of my regulars.”

You laugh at the absurdity, giggle bubbling from your chest. “Chrissy, seriously? God—Jason would shit himself if he knew that.” Then again, maybe he did—and maybe that’s why he hated Eddie so much. You didn’t care to find out, Jason was the last thing on your mind.

Still, you couldn’t help but be upset at Eddie for being so irrational, causing a scene, you slap him in the chest suddenly, soft at first, but harder until he has to grip your hands, forcing you to stop. “That was stupid! Why would you do that?”

“I did that for you?” He responds passionately, and it pulls you back, surprised that he even admits it out loud. “Is that such a fucking shock that some cares about you?”

“We’re not together anymore.”

“Yeah—I’m very fucking aware of that,” Eddie snaps, “but I still care, I was your friend first, remember that?”

You’re silent, startled by his words. He’s not angry—just, upset.

“You threw all of that away,” Eddie tells you, “not me—not when I cared about you, liked you, fuck—I almost—I almost thought I loved you, you know?”

“Eddie—“

He doesn’t stop, a never ending flow of confessions. He was pouring his heart out to you in the middle of your ex-boyfriends party, hand still pounding with pain, and done with holding back for so long.

“You were worried about us not liking the same things? That I spent too much time on the things I enjoyed? You didn’t even communicate that to me,” Eddie takes a breath, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration, “maybe I was selfish for asking you to have sex with me that night, but I don’t regret—I never regretted anything in our relationship and if you hated me so much, you should’ve never committed yourself to it.”

“Eddie, I don’t regret anything—“

“And you start dating Jason, really? Jason?”

“Eddie!” You shout, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever heard you yell, stopping for a brief moment to hear you out. “I’m sorry—I should’ve never broken up with you the way I did.”

“Well, you did.”

And you feel it hit you, the urge to say it—it felt like you’re world was closing in on you and if you didn’t say it now, you’d never have the chance,

“I wish I’d never broken up with you at all.” You say softly, taking a step back to lean against the sink, hit with a sudden wave of vertigo or dizziness, the adrenaline of it all finally wearing off, “I can admit that now.”

“You don’t mean that.” Eddie says quietly, hand braced between you too, almost as a defensive mechanism. “Not after making me doubt everything about us.”

“You never did anything wrong,” You admit to him, “I was being selfish, I didn’t want to communicate—I just wanted things to be perfect—my perfect, but I don’t even know what this is now.”

“Relationships aren’t perfect, sweetheart.” He says soothingly, hand fading back slightly, “I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.”

“I’m starting to realize that.” You laugh bitterly, reflecting on all the stuff Jason had put you through, physically and mentally. “Look, I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

“It’s okay.”

It was not okay, but Eddie wanted to make you feel safe, even if he needed time to process everything himself.

You reach your hand forward to slip in his own, his fingers squeeze gently in return, like no time has passed at all. The low hum of the music from downstairs is overwhelming in the silence.

“I can take you home?” Eddie suggests, wanting to ditch this place just as bad. “If that’s what you want.”

You laugh softly at his weak attempt to be chivalrous, even if he was still upset with you, and it doesn’t dawn on you until you’re staring at the locked door of the bathroom, staring at Eddie, that you realized just how pissed you are at Jason—you were so caught up in making sure Eddie was alright that you forgot how cruel Jason had been toward Eddie, at your own expense. And if there was one parting gift you could leave Jason with, it would be this.

Eddie sees it too, the look in your eyes, like a silent agreement that whatever was to happen was just that—you could leave it here and forget about it afterwards, avoid the long awkward talk—just enjoy each other, because you knew you both needed it so desperately.

He’s on you instantly, arms looping around your middle to lift you up onto the counter, spreading your legs open until he is snug, fit between you like the last piece of a puzzle, exactly when you need. His hands are calculated, rough, yanking your head back until your mouth meets his and it feels fucking amazing.

You haven’t been kissed like this in a long time, overwhelmed by the sensation that you gasp loudly, eyes glaring into Eddie’s, his relaxed stare turning heated, his other hand slipping under your thigh, locking it around his hip until your cunt is pressed against the growing tent in his pants. He’s desperate for control and you can’t be bothered to fight it, letting him pull your head back until you’re grunting in pain, his lips latching into your neck greedily, leave a sizable bruise that’s too hard to ignore—and usually you aren’t one for hickeys, but you can’t be bothered to say no. You wanted it.

“Fuck, he really doesn’t touch you like this, does he?” Eddie asks redundantly, he knows Jason can’t, won’t—he’s unable to care about anyone but himself. “I’ve barely even kissed you and you’re already worked up.”

His hands push along the squishy flesh of your thighs, underneath the flowing material of your skirt until his fingertips bump your hip bones, squeezing tightly at the skin until you’re yelping, the small tickling sensation driving you wild.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He demands, leaning forward to sneak his tongue out against your top lip, teasing you greatly before dipping down to slip his tongue past your lips completely, kissing you sloppily. “Need to hear you admit it.”

“He doesn’t,” You rush out through smothered kisses, the sound of your voice swallowed up by Eddie and his eager mouth, “haven't even—he doesn't make me come, it’s been so long.”

“How long?” Eddie asks softly, tipping your chin up with his fingers, pulling back slightly to look at you. “Tell me.”

“Since I’ve had an orgasm?”

He nods, thumb pulling at your bottom lip until it slips away.

“A couple days,” You tell him; it wasn’t a lie, “maybe three.”

“I’m not talking about doing it yourself,” He smiles, the warmth of his breath hitting your face, “has he ever made you come?”

You shake your head, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Eddie makes a small noise of astonishment, not that he’s entirely surprised, but that you allowed it to go on for so long—you, of all people. His hand slips around the back of your neck, thumb pressing against the point where your jaw meets.

“Let’s fix that, yeah?” He nods, urging to move off the counter and follow him. “Lock his door.”

The his makes it even worse, realizing how dirty this feels—but you can’t be bothered to care. You both make a hurried attempt at unlocking the bathroom door, letting Eddie flip the light switch on while you fumble clumsily with his lock, alight with nerves you’ve never felt before, hands shaking with anxiety.

Eddie noticed your hesitation, invading your space until he’s lodged between you and the door, head tilted down to look at you, “Hey—we don’t have to—“

You laugh at yourself, eyes squeezing shut, nose scrunching up in amusement. You feel ridiculous. It was Eddie. Eddie. You had nothing to be worried about.

“God—shut up,” You say endearingly, squeezing his face in your hands until he’s leaning forward to kiss you, large hands traveling down your thighs until you’re jumping into his grip, letting him carry you to the neatly made bed, no doubt to be ruined in a few moments, “—fuck, do whatever you want, I don’t care.”

Eddie cups your cunt, fingers tracing gently over the thin material of your underwear, his eyebrows quirks up in question.

“Yeah?” You nod furiously, the way you jerk at the smallest bit of pressure has him shaking his head in disbelief, “He couldn’t even touch you? You’re kidding me?”

You don’t answer and it causes Eddie to pull back, fully questioning every part of your relationship with Jason; it was a mystery how he could withstand touching you, almost seeming disgusted by it—it baffled Eddie to the point of speechlessness.

“Foreplay? Anything?” Eddie asks.

You shake your head, Eddie tuts softly in response.

“Sweetheart, you deserve so much more.” He says honestly, and you could burst into tears if you weren’t turned on right now, cunt pulsing at every minor touch Eddie made against your opening, sliding slowly up to the sensitive nub of your clit.

“Look at you,” He says tantalizingly, head tilted up slightly in a way to mock your own, your own head tilting back toward the pillows, mouth open on a wordless gasp, “I think I can make you come before I’m even inside you.”

You couldn’t even argue, it was absolutely possible.

Eddie carefully slips his hand up and under the thin barrier of your panties, the first bare touch of his finger like electricity, sliding through your slick and back toward your clit, the ease of friction was too much, your hand grabbing desperately at his forearm, the muscles flexing underneath your grip with every movement. Eddie leans over you more, free hand rising to brush the loose hair from your face, thumb rubbing gently against your forehead, his wide eyes boring into your own.

You moan without shame, openly and allowing the sounds to mix with the steady beat of the music. Eddie’s enjoy it too much, mouth opening with every sound you made, another easy attempt to mock you, flashing his big smile every time you caught on, but it didn’t stop you—and it definitely didn’t stop him. He’s rubbing deliberate, tight circles against your clit, determined to get you off quickly and break that long running streak that Jason had forced you into—none of that existed anymore.

“Eddie, huh—I’m gonna,” You breath catches, back arching off the bed as he stops for a moment, leaning forward to bite along the side of your jaw, gently at your cheek, whispering into your ear.

“Where are your manners?” Eddie asks softly, “Didn’t forget them, did you?”

“Fuck, please—please, Eddie. I can’t take this.” You beg, moaning loudly as he continued his movements, with fervor and quickness, “—oh, Eddie—I’m so close—just want to come, please?”

“Go ahead.” He whispers softly, face resting gently against the side of yours as you come with a drawn out moan, hips jerking through your orgasm, his middle finger working you through the high until you finally come back down, tapping gently at his hand until he finally gives you some relief, his smile entirely too smug.

“He’s really missing out,” Eddie tells you, voice soft, “You look so pretty when you come.”

And you don’t think you’ve ever blushed harder, shoving Eddie’s face away from yours playfully, giggling when he nips at your shoulder. You could drag this out, indulge in everything you missed out on for the last couple of months, but you really just wanted Eddie inside you—sex with him was…palpable. There was always a charge of something within it, a connection that you didn’t have with Jason—it was like a drug.

“I could say the same thing for you,” You tease, yanking Eddie down against you, letting him shift until he’s settled between your legs, “—but I think I might need a refresher.”

Eddie pulls at his belt, shirt lifted halfway up his stomach as he works against the material, tossing his belt, then pants to the side—and somehow manages to pull your skirt and panties down in one go, save for your shirt. “Condoms?” He asks, when he’s finally settled back between your legs.

Fuck, you really should have thought about that.

You lean over to the bedside table, rummaging through Jason's cluttered drawer and finally find the box, albeit empty, as you turn it over to shake out on the bed, discarding the useless cardboard.

Eddie chuckles from beside you, palming at his hard cock, your own face still filled with worry, anticipation. “Won’t be the first time, right?” You shake your head sheepishly, “—did he ever—“

You couldn’t stand the idea of sex with Jason without a condom, it was never a consideration or a question—it was the rule.

Another small head shake, Eddie’s grin grows wider—he’s unashamed and cocky as he hands roam his cock, tugging leisurely, he notices your gaze pulling to his hands—and it’s been so long, you just can’t help yourself.

“You want it?” Eddie asks teasingly, his free hand coming down to run through your folds, “You think you deserve it?”

The real answer is no, but you nod your head anyways, your hand coming up to yank at the bottom of his shirt, pulling him forward, cock nudging the top of your cunt lightly.

“Don’t go quiet on me now,” He chided, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock down the seam of your cunt, his breath slightly labored as he leans over you, twisting the thin cotton of your shirt in his hands, using it as leverage to pull you against him, his hips rocking gently, “do you, sweetheart?”

You gasp softly, your grip on his shirt tighter, the holds on each other like a vice, using one another as anchors, keeping yourself grounded in the moment. “Look at you,” He nods toward your soaked cunt, his dick glistening from your wetness, “—she missed me, didn’t she?”

You nod fervently, “Now answer my question,” Eddie says again, voice low and riddled with a timber that has you clenching around nothing, “do you deserve it?”

“No,” You say honestly, pathetically, but you still lift your hips up higher, forcing him to slip into you momentarily, his hips rocking away in response, “—I don’t, Eddie.”

“That’s right,” He nods, another soft tug at the shirt twisted in his hands and you rock against him once more, “—but I’m feeling generous.”

And he slips in slowly, without warning, your mouth open on a soundless whine as he stretches you open, his face drawn up in concentration. “Fuck—“ He groans, the hand that isn’t holding onto your shirt settles at your side, his thumb pressing against the outline of your hipbone as you breath, adjusting to him—he was bigger than Jason, more confident, and you felt it immediately, “—feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah—yes,” You nod, letting out a soft moan at his gentle thrust, his eyes never leaving your face, half lidded and dark—his eye contact drove you wild, something you’ve never felt before him, he fed off of the connection, wanting to watch you fall apart underneath him, but you were selfish and couldn’t help watching either, “take care of me, Eddie—please?”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” He says mockingly, a few more forceful thrusts that had Jason’s bed rocking against the wall, you couldn’t be bothered to care, too caught up in the moment. “—god, it’s been weeks, months since—“

“Since we’ve been together, yeah—I know,” You didn’t want to relive that pain, not with him deep inside you right now. “Let’s not talk about it.”

Eddie’s chuckle dies out on a groan as your cunt clenches around him, already over sensitive from your orgasm a few minutes ago, “I was trying to say since I’ve had sex.” He admits and you can’t help but look shocked.

“You—you haven’t—oh,” You gasp, a sharp snap of his hips has you grasping the sheets, untucking the nicely made bed, “—you really haven’t had—“

Eddie shakes his head lazily, fucking into you at a steady rhythm now, the mix of your moans overpowering whatever music was playing downstairs and if anyone was to turn it down, they’d surely here what was happening several feet above them.

“He doesn’t like you—like this, does he?” Eddie asks harshly, his gaze heated and powerful, his hand loosening from your shirt to slip under your thighs, lifting them up at an angle that has you whining loudly, his cock slipping out of you momentarily before sliding back in roughly, “—can’t even look at you, it’s a fucking shame.”

You nod dumbly, agreeing with whatever he had to say. “He only ever—fuck, he only ever wanted me on my hands and—my, my knees,” You struggle to say, Eddie’s hands squeezing at your thighs relentlessly, pulling you wide and open, his gaze locked on the space where you two were connected, watching himself disappear again and again, mumbling soft, sweet praises that had you stomach clenching with pleasure, “—s’not like this, never like this.”

Eddie’s so lost in his own pleasure that he doesn’t respond, mouth hung open slightly as he moved against you, his soft, pink lips and deep contrast from his flushed face, the sweat of his face making his bangs stick to his forehead, he wouldn’t even remember his name if you asked him.

“Eddie,” You say softly, broken on a gasp as he finally looks at you, his eyes there, but distant, “—I can take over.”

“Fuck, please—“ He sighs, flipping you both over without much problem, your hips locking around his own instinctively—the pace you set is overwhelming and Eddie moans out—if they didn’t know what was going on before, they surely did now. You couldn’t be bothered to care, though.

“Wanna see your tits,” Eddie confesses, fumbling with the bottom of your shirt, “—please, baby.”

It’s a momentary slip, but neither of you address it. You slip the shirt over your head quickly, tossing it off to the side as Eddie leans up, his mouth latching over your breast without hesitation, sucking gently at the flesh, his other hand blindly wrapping around your neck, not squeezing, but resting.

You lean into it, a silent agreement to what he was asking, rocking your hips desperately against his cock, a feeble sound of acknowledgement slipping from your mouth, “Uh huh,” You answer, his face pulling away to look at you, “it’s okay.”

His hand tightens slightly, the pressure another added sensation. Eddie aids in the harsh bounce of your hips, ass slapping loudly against his thighs as he forces back a plethora of moans, trying to save you both some decency when you find the courage to walk downstairs.

“What did I tell you?” He says harshly, neck angling up as he shifts his hand, “That night—when you broke up with me—say it.”

“Never—never would find someone,” You gasp suddenly, the hand not wrapped around your throat coming to work against your clit, his movements quick and deliberate, “—that fucks me like—fuck, like you do—no one takes care of me like you do.”

“Shit—and I was right, wasn’t I?” The fact that he even has the nerve to be so bold at a moment like this is pushing you over the edge, the feeling, the sensations, the anger in his voice—it was all the built up tension Eddie had held back finally breaking free, and you couldn’t take it.

“Yes,” You whine, movements slowing against him as you came, your hands bracing against his chest as you rode out the orgasm, his own hands struggling to latch onto your thighs, the precipice of his own release near, struggling to focus on your words, “—there’s no one, Eddie—fuck, no one like you.”

“Say my name like that again,” He pleads through gritted teeth, “want him to hear you say my name.”

“Eddie.” You say on a sigh, his eyes falling shut as his thighs tense, his movements erratic, sloppy—

“Louder,” He begs, falling back against the ruined bed, pillows and blankets askew, “fuck—say it louder.”

“Eddie,” You moan loudly, mostly out of performances but it’s also just felt so fucking good having him inside you again, moaning out his name with no shame, “—fuck, Eddie!”

“Shit,” He curses, “Move—sweetheart, please.”

He’s there, right there—but you can’t be bothered to care.

“Want you to come inside me, Eddie.” You tell him softly, “Please?”

And if wasn’t the sound of your voice that did him in, it was the faint pout on your face as you sunk down for the last time, his cock spilling inside you, groaning loudly through his orgasm, cursing at the sheer force that it hits him with, “—that was—fuck—“ He breathes out, his shirt sticking to his chest with sweat, “—Jesus Christ.”

Your face pulls up in a smile, watching Eddie process everything, his hands squeezing at the flesh of your thighs gently, comfortingly. It takes him a few minutes, but eventually he comes back down, staring at you with a look that makes you feel vulnerable.

“That was so much better than break up sex,” He laughs tiredly, tugging at your arm until you fall against him, hands braced on either side of his head, “—can I kiss you?”

You nod slowly, his hands lifting your hips to pull himself out of you, but the kiss soothes the loss, warm touches traveling up your spine as he slips his tongue past your lips, kissing you so full it’s overwhelming—the kind of fullness that came with love and history and emotion, you knew you weren’t over Eddie, and he wasn’t over you.

“How are we supposed to walk back downstairs and act normal?” You ask with a lilt, face turning a soft shade of pink at the idea that everyone would know the second they laid eyes on you.

Eddie sits up, bringing you with him—“You should probably clean up first,” He points out knowingly, “and I need my rings.”

“Shit—oh, shit,” You completely forget, so caught up in everything, Eddie helps you off of his lap, throwing your clothes as you run through the bathroom entryway, disappearing for a moment while he dressed, “—can you fix the bed?” Your voice carries, the distant sound as you rustle around, grabbing Eddie’s rings.

“Fuck him,” Eddie scoffs lightly, mocking the offended look on his face as you peer around the door, rings clasped in your hand, “—seriously, fuck him.”

You shake your head with amusement, handing him his jewelry, watching him shove them into the pocket of his jeans.

“You should have thought about that before we fucked in his bed, sweetheart.” And you hated him for being right. “—let me drive you home.”

“Fine,” You sigh, “—but this does not mean we’re back together, Eddie. I still have to break up with him.”

Eddie laughs softly, hand reaching forward to tip your chin up, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip, “I never said anything about getting back together, sweetheart—but if that’s really what you want—“

You shake your head gently, “We can figure it out—I don’t expect anything after how I broke up with you.”

Eddie smiles, pulling your chin up high, his lips barely grazing against your own, “That isn’t gonna stop me from fucking you, though—someone’s gotta take care of you.”

And it didn’t sound bad at all—everything was complicated, you didn’t know how you could make things work after breaking up with Eddie the first time, but you were willing to give it time; figure things out.

“Now, you’re gonna go look Jason in the eye,” Eddie waits for your nod of understanding, “and break his heart.”

His devilish smile was enough to make you do anything if he asked.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #my writing #1kfic

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request Moriarty The Patriot characters including Mycroft as fathers? Like would they be protective, caring, would they spoil them a lot yk just general things basically🤭

Omg that's such I cute idea, I'm always too lazy to include mycroft but I'll include him this time.

'•.¸♡mtp men as fathers♡¸.•'

Mtp x gn!reader (if I make reference to the reader but idk)

Fluff :)

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, John, Mycroft.

Enjoy!

William James Moriarty:

He will be such an excellent father, but won't pay as much attention to the child as he would like.

He is a maths professor so he'll teach his children about maths obviously, but he is occupied by his work at time and cannot spend as much time as he would like.

He will also teach them on like equality and decent human respect and how everyone should be treated equally because at the end of the day we are all homosapiens and shouldn't judge each other due to nasty stereo types and rumours.

Basically his child(ren) are well educated but still go to school cuz like they need to.

Also Louis teaches them basic kitchen skills.

Over all 9/10 father, the whole underground situation isn't the best regarding children yk

Louis James Moriarty:

He is protective as hell, like the house is baby proofed till the child is six or something.

But he will let the child explore its surroundings, especially in nature.

He's they type of guy to baby proof the plastic containers but let them walk to the very edge of a cliff yk.

He wouldn't actually let that happen but you get what I'm trying to say hopefully.

He child grows up around the smell of tea and obviously that's the only thing they drink.

Also he teaches them basic and simple culinary skills!

Louis also would educate his child(ren) about decent human respect and the child's uncle, William will teach them math in his spare time.

9/10 again the very deadly line of work thing isn't the best regarding children yk.

Albert James Moriarty:

He spoils them, need I say more?

Also he encourages them to play with other kids from lower classes.

He would be the most serious about tho and his drinking habits need to be reduced.

The child can't have such influences on its little mind.

Its uncles teach him a lot of things but Albert also contributes.

8/10 after, this time his legal and illegal line of work also his drinking habits, we don't want the child to grow up to be drinking alcohol 24/7.

Sherlock Holmes:

He is the fun dad, like all the kids love him.

But he can be low key scary when serious/angry but other than that he's chill yk.

John is child's favourite uncle, and it thinks Mycroft is low key scary.

Also Ms Hudson gives little Holmes candy cuz she can never resist the little kid.

It's the only reason why Sherlock isn't on the streets.

Also he spoils the kid.

7/10 father, he's like broke, smokes way too much, also his line of work isn't the safest (he got arrested and almost killed someone) but he will try and be careful.

John H. Watson:

He's an amazing father, he's really caring and soft.

He might spoil the child on a rare occasion but nothing too much.

Also if he thinks he'll endanger himself being sherlock's partner or like assistant idk but whatever he is to sherlock during working hours, he'll quit.

He doesn't trust sherlock with his child, like at all, he thinks sherlock will drop it or something.

10/10 father, he makes the child his first priority and shouldn't get shot death regarding his line of work.

Sebastian Moran:

I cannot see him as a father, like at all.

Mycroft Holmes:

He a stubborn father, but he has a soft spot for his child, it's honestly so sweet.

Like he would low key spoil the child but not too much and he'll be a very caring father.

Although when he gets mad or overly irritated the child is told to stop whatever they are doing in a harsher tone and either get told to go to their room or something similar depending on what they are doing.

But he apologise to the child and tells them what they did wrong.

His child will definitely grow up to have manners.

9/10 father, he gets irritated a bit too much.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry but bond isn't in here as well :(

I hope the request is to your liking tho!

Take care of yourself as much as you can and have a good day/night!

-love, tired Az :) <3

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Chuuya Appreciation Club!

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Dom!Chuuya, Sub!reader, Some suggestive/NSFW shit under the cut, cussing done by me

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: Head empty thinking about Nakahara fucking Chuuya

↳SFW

§ Ok I think we all believe that this guy is the best partner ever. I literally can never- NEVER see him as a yandere character and I always find yandere shit written for him ooc.

§ Chuuya can never be considered as a red flag. He is hella understanding, respects your boundaries af, will does his best to cheer you up if he catches the slightest sign of discomfort coming from you and last but definitely not least, his loyalty has no ends.

§ This guy has suffered a lot. You only need to read the novel "Storm Bringer" to get me. Like you have no idea what amount of patience he actually has. Sure, everyone considers him as short tempered and they aren't wrong, but the case is not the same all the time.

§ TBH this dude is a literal angel (of death). Have you guys watched the CD dramas? How he cares about Akutagawa and talks to him about Dazai, telling him to take care of his health properly so that he'll be able to work on gaining his tutor's acknowledgment. Or how he asked Kenji about Kyouka about whether she was alright in the agency. Chuuya hates betrayal, but still, that didn't stop him from caring about his underling, even though she was mafia's enemy now.

§ Have you... Have you seen that fucking body of his? 🚶🏻‍♀️IDK what to tell ya all this dude is flawless. His waist, those fucking abs of his, his hand, HIS COLARBONES HELP-

§ Caring and understanding af. Yeah he might not be like Dazai, reading people's mind in a glance, but he's no dumb either. At least he gives a fuck about how other people feel =| (Yeah fuck you Dazai lmao)

§ (I'm still a Dazai simp don't get me wrong but I'm just stating some real ass facts)

§ He's no yandere or sadist. He will cherish his S/o af, and I mean this. He will shower them in compliments, gifts, affection, anything he's able to do for you.

§ MATURE AF. He will never be in a relationship unless he knows he can make time for his S/o. If he's too caught up in mafia shit then he will try to ignore his feelings and might try to keep his distance from you, regardless of how painful it might be.

§ Reference to the wan ep where he was crying over a dog movie. He loves them so much but because he's always away from home he doesn't plan on getting one.

§ The most husband/boyfriend material of all the bsd boys. Like, you don't have to worry about him manipulating you, using you to get his way, or leaving you after he got tired. He's there for you all the time, unless you don't want him to be.

§ Have you seen the amount of responsibility this guy has? Just give him one task, and he will do his best to make everything perfect. Even when the task is cooking. He will do his best or might make his underlings to be in charge of the food but still-

§ Will never harm you. In anyway. He might snap out sometimes and say some mean stuff, but he'll be feeling like shit afterwards so prepare for a hell of an apology with whatever it takes for you to forgive him. I'm not saying it's a good thing, but at least he's actually sorry =|

§ Tbh I can't see him having a breeding kink cuz as I said, he doesn't see himself in place to be ready to get a pet, let alone become a father. But if that happened? He'll be there for you and the baby.

§ BEST DAD IN THE WORLD. Thought you gotta look out for the baby cuz they might be spoiled a bit too much.

§ Loves you with his life. All he thinks about throughout the day is when he'll get home and make himself comfortable in your arms. Likes to be in charge, but there are some times when he's softer than usual and if you bring it up, he won't deny you. After the first time, he will be the little spoon half of the time, cuz he needs it and you both gotta receive love equally, right?

§ CUDDLES. CUDDLES. CUDDLES.

§ Cuddles with this man is life. I mean please he smells so good T^T if I ever get my hands on him Imma stick to him like his personal Koala bear for the rest of my fucking life.

§ His hair omg his hair omg please😭😭😭 Caress it. Brush it. Inhale its scent. Wash it when you're in the bathtub with him. Tbh he will be jealous of how you're obsessed with his hair lmao, but who's he to complain? As long as he's receiving attention and care from you :>

NSFW Content under the cut fuck off minors. (I don't give a shit if you read it I was no better myself when I was younger just don't interact lmao)

↳NSFW

§ Where do you think this man's height went, huh? That's right! His penis! 🚶🏻‍♀️

§ MF is so big lmao. Your reaction when you see it for the first time is soooo satisfying to him. He'll smirk at how you're looking at it being shocked, scared and excited.

§ "What is it doll? Like what you see huh?" "Can I suck you off Chu?"

§ SUCK HIM OFF

§ PRETTIEST MANLIEST GROANS EVER.

§ The only thing slipping out of his mouth is low pitched moans and endless praises. I mean how can he not praise you? You look so pretty down there, bobbing your head up and down on his length while staring at him with your pretty eyes.

§ "Look at you doll- Fuck, How could I ever be this lucky to have a filthy angel like you by my side? S-shit! Calm down a bit princess! We have all night and I'm not going anywhere"

§ He loves brat taming. Having control over you while you're shivering from his slightest touch? He's in for it.

§ Likes degrading, but will never cross your boundaries. As I said, you're his princess and you gotta be treated like one, hm? It's not your fault that you're head over heels for his fat ass cock, we all are and nobody can blame you 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

§ Can we talk about his stamina please? ENDLESS. ENDLESS.

§ MF is strong af. Won't give up unless you reach at least three orgasms. Whether you want more after that or not, it's all up to you; but those three first orgasms are a must for this man.

§ King of aftercare. literally. Will do whatever, WHATEVER you ask him to. You're in the mood for food? will go out and buy you some. Care for a shower? You're in for it babe. Wanna chill in the bathtub with him? Oof! You might even have another round there. You just wanna get some sleep afterward? Help yourself! Rest your head on his arm and leans against his chest to hear his heartbeat getting faster and faster.

§ I think he would be into bondage. Your moans are the prettiest melody he's ever heard of, why not hear them a bit longer while enjoying the sight of you squirming under him?

§ But you're not gonna get yourself off completely tho. The only one who can make you come is him and only him. No man or toy has the right to do that except him.

§ IDT he would be into Heavy BDSM. Light spanking, blindfolding and tying you up is satisfying, but the rest is a no no. Doesn't like to see you in pain. If you're a masochist he might give you what you want, but the idea of hitting you isn't really arousing to him.

§ He will not get his way unless he hears you screaming his name. You have to moan ok? If you don't he's gonna feel like you're not enjoying this. He needs to hear you whimpering over how his cock is hitting your G-spot, how his fingers are running a marathon in your pussy or how his tongue is made for your swollen clit. If he catches you holding back your moans? Well, challenge accepted man. Will arouse you and arouse you until you're a crying mess. Crying of pleasure btw.

§ Speaking of his tongue on your clit...

§ FACE SITTING.

§ You have to come on his tongue at least once. I mean you look so pretty with your face all flushed up, desperately moving yourself on his tongue to get yourself off like a fucking whore, and your taste is more addicting than any kind of alcohol he's ever drank; you gotta give him at least one orgasm like this, right?

§ Say his name when reaching your orgasm and he will go feral.

§ His grp on your waist gets tighter and his pace faster than before, earning loud screams from you when thrusting into you through your orgasm. Likes to shut you up by kissing you, cuz your moans sound even hotter like that, silenced by his hungry lips.

§ Kissing is a must during the act. You're lips are never leaving each other unless you're in a position where your mouths are unable to make contact.

§ The man appreciates every inch of you, regardless of how your body shape is. Doesn't give a shit about looks tbh, as long as he loves you and you love him back, he's in for it :)

So yeah, let's worship the fuck outta this man together🚶🏻‍♀️

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thinking about Summer and Morty's sibling relationship....

teensy eensy spoilers for the new ep (wet kuat amortican summer)

idk just something about how it was portrayed in the latest episode felt so real. as an older sibling I relate hard to how Summer feels, how she sees Morty get everything seemingly for free. the way she's torn between being a good role model and support structure and feeling bitter because Morty is, quite frankly, a little shit sometimes. the fact that Morty IS a little shit because he thinks SUMMER has it better.

they're both jealous of each other, which is THE MOST older/younger sibling thing ever. Morty being spoiled because he's younger but also not getting the same amount of freedom or respect. Summer having to work a lot harder than Morty for things, but also being treated more like an equal. Obv it's a sci-fi comedy cartoon so these dynamics are stretched and exaggerated, yknow. to fit the fact that these family members murder aliens every other day. but at its core its just two siblings beefing it out over dumb shit.

What is compelling to me personally, as an older sibling who has had this exact argument (well, maybe not this EXACT argument) is the fact that Summer really, REALLY wants to be a good older sister to Morty. but she has to work harder than him, and it's so infinitely frustrating when your younger sibling can't or refuses to recognize that. it's not their fault, they don't have the scope or perspective necessary to fully understand those First Child Issues™, but it's annoying nonetheless. and it's the same the other way, too!! being the younger sibling sucks ass in unique ways.

and Morty has a SHITTON of other issues, with his parents but mostly with Rick (who is the person they're both competing over) that Summer just won't ever understand, because she doesn't have that very specific and very toxic relationship with Rick that Morty does. there's something to be said about the layers upon layers of codependency and abuse that is brought into the mix, complicating everyone's relationships to each other, but I just wanted to focus on specifically Morty and Summer, less their respective relationships with Rick. And I need to stop talking about that, cuz that's a whole other can of worms that I don't wanna get into rn cuz otherwise this post is gonna be 10x longer.

but anyways, what I find truly heartwarming is the way these two manage to come together and connect despite their disagreements. I think the first time it really stood out to me was when Summer wanted to leave in Rixty Minutes. MORTY was the person to go after her and make her stay with the whole "nobody exists on purpose" speech. it was one of the first major uses of that sort of optimistic nihilism/found family theme that this show is known for. Theres also a shitton of smaller examples, but the first one to come to mind is that moment in Morty's Mindblowers where, after Beth chooses Summer— Summer looks to Morty with such concern. Beth just looks sheepish. (i think about that moment a lot). the new episode was basically a sci-fi body horror rendition of the siblings being handcuffed together trope. their bond is honestly probably the strongest healthy relationship in the series.

it was good to see Summer finally relax in her role as "older sibling", because all she really needed was reassurance from Rick that just because he loves her differently doesn't mean he loves her less.

#rick and morty #summer smith #morty smith #rick and morty meta #they are so silly

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Sorry if I ended up spamming your notifs but I looked through your dashboard cuz of that Fukuzawa post- how he could feel the bond snapping if the people he consider his subordinates died, and... never in my life have I considered that bond could've applied to Fukuchi when the guy left---

(But then it crossed my mind as I write this that idk if it's fortunate or devastating for Fukuzawa if something life-threatening happened to Ranpo because Ranpo doesn't have an ability that bonded with All Men Are Equal.)

Anyways, I love your post about Atsushi being in the mafia as part of the exchange cuz I love seeing Mori suffer.

I always define Atsushi as "light in the darkness" because in Beast, that's how he was for Kyouka (he'll always be her light).

Sorry for rambling, I should've sent you this as a message but idk if you'd feel comfy about some random acc popping in your inbox.

First off, ramble away.

I love having discussions and stuff about the stuff I talk about.

You're good, I don't mind. If you or someone else was spamming my inbox, I'd let ya know.

I do generally prefer people message me thro the asks, especially if I don't know you.

That aside and onto ur message.

I just can't get over that line of Fukuzawa saying he'd know if Kunikida had died.

That in some way he would've felt it. And I see it as a connection, as an almost physical bond between them that would've been cut.

And the idea of his connection with Fukuchi breaking. What was possibly one of the oldest connections Fukuzawa had, dissolving over time.

Fukuzawa trying to hold onto it because he still sees him as his friend. But it's broken and there's nothing he can do to get it back.

And it being so sad because Fukuzawa is used to these bonds breaking at death, but Fukuchi was lost to him long before he died.

I didn't think about Ranpo.

I think Fukuzawa sees it as both a blessing and a curse that he can't feel if Ranpo is okay.

But it's a testament to their bond that it isn't required. They trust each other so much, that it's like a sixth sense for Fukuzawa to know what Ranpo's up too.

While also knowing that if he wasn't grey before he met Ranpo, he would've definitely gone grey after meeting him.

Agreed.

Atsushi is the beast beneath the moonlight. He is the literal light in the darkness.

The idea of Kyouka envisioning the light with Atsushi as a apart of that, is gonna make me cry I love them both.

Atsushi in the Port Mafia to me is Mori being like I'm gonna corrupt you and Atsushi's like power of friendship motherfucker.

Atsushi won't go to therapy but you bet your ass he's giving everyone in the Port Mafia therapy.

Atsushi met Mori as werid ex doctor who gave him good but advice once. I think he'd be a bit... Skeptical this man is the head of the Port Mafia.

I think he'd listen to him but would think through and use that advice while following his own morals.

Like he did before.

Which is infuriating and fascinating to Mori because clearly Atsushi gets where he's coming from... He just won't do it.

Quite a juxtaposition from everyone else in the Port Mafia follows Mori without question.

But Atsushi does not.

I love the idea of his interactions with Mori are him being mostly maliciously compliant.

Like he's not outright doing something wrong but he's still pissing him off.

Something Dazai and Kunikida would've definitely taught him.

Like Mori's going on a whole spiel and Atsushi is just colouring on the floor with Elise paying him no attention.

And Mori can't say anything because Elise is so happy so he's just silently seething.

That whole Anne's Room episode and seeing these two interact for the first time, with Atsushi not knowing Mori's identity

Is just so intresting to me. More interactions between them is something I want.

That and I'd be curious to see if there was any information to do with the Port Mafia getting the bounty for Atsushi from the Guild and Fyodor.

Because yeah it could've just been for the reward, but was there more to it than that?

Or if the Headmaster had connections to the Port Mafia.

Because however small it may be, the Headmaster still made contact with the Port Mafia to sell a gun.

He's not from the area, but somehow arranged a meeting with them.

And in my opinion died very suspiciously.

I mean I personally hc that the injections the Headmaster was giving Atsushi were obtained from Mori when he was an underground doctor.

Whether that's true or not, idk but it would be intresting if Mori knew more about Atsushi than we realise.

But yeah that's just some of my thoughts.

#atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #bsd mori #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #mori ougai #bsd fukuchi #bsd ranpo #bungou stray dogs #Bsd #long post

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libbys-braincell-loss · 1 month

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hear me out yall

les mis. as muppets

jean valjean and javert are the humans but like everyone else is a muppet

and yknow what fuck it, fantines a human too

Kermit is Marius, Miss Piggy is Cosette, and for a bit i struggled to decide but i decided that Eponine would be played by Denise (idk shit abt denise i just know she was kermits love interest when he and piggy broke up for a bit, and i find it so funny cuz. Another pig)

The student gang would be Gonzo as Enjolras, and Fozzie as Grantaire.

Who would be the other students, you ask?

The rats.

Rizzo can be whoever he wishes to be, but the rest of the student gang are all the rats.

If the rats arent your fancy, then instead we could have Sam the Eagle as Feuilly, Rowlf as Joly, Scooter as Lesgles, Pepe the King Prawn as Courfeyrac, Animal as Combeferre, Walter as Prouvaire

But the student gang being all rats is insanely funny to me

Gavroche would either be Robin the frog, Bean the rabbit, or a human child. All would be equally heartbreaking i think

The little girls representing Young Cosette and Young Eponine would have to be like. miss piggy's nieces that are shown in muppet christmas carol. Or a muppet specifically made to be young Denise/Eponine

The Thenardiers would obvi be Statler and Waldorf. Idk who is representing Monsier or Madame, but it doesnt matter. They should also be able to rob corpses together

The Thenardier gang could be Electric Mayhem, but i also see the Electric Mayhem playing the music for the show off to the side

Beauregard the janitor is the old man who gets run over by a cart

Dr. Honeydew can be the Bishop (and Beaker can provide background vocals to his music)

if theres any other characters i missed lmk but these are all the ones i believe are most significant

The visual makes me chuckle so hard, jim henson studios hire me please

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lightlycareless · 7 months

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That twin girl dad naoya little thingy you gave us was my last straw I read it and I almost died😭😭😭 it's so fucking cute like girl dadnaoya is so ugh😩 I love it but it made me think of naoya in the fic will he be happy if he had a daughter first? Or just a daughter in general will he indulge her will he hold her yk and not be distant? Cuz at first he's really really misogynistic but I feel like he's better now realizing his mistakes (recently) trying to make amends and actually getting heartbroken and I know naoya would not be like naobito who just named the babies and dipped but will he like want to be with them alot? Babies are cute even if it's not your kid everyone love being around a baby so how will the actual fic naoya be as a dad? Will their cuteness get to him? And he's still young and young people get more excited to see cute ass babies than adults whose seen thousand babies. I won't take him being like that bitch naobito for an answer that guy was on another level of deadbeat and he even was there💀

Heya anon!!

I was actually waiting for the last chapter to be posted to answer this :>

As of right now, him having a child with Y/N will be reason enough to be over the moon. The thought of having a family with you, something a bit more intimate than just being husband and wife, becoming a father, will certainly make him very, very happy.

If it ever happens, I envision that Naoya will have a son first, and then a daughter. Which he'll love both equally :>

When it comes to planning however, I don't think he'll be the one to initially propose it, mainly because even if he's in a much better position with Y/N and their relationship, he might think he's not deserving of such happiness. She'll have to be the first one to think of having kids, and probably years into the relationships too for this is a very serious commitment.

And when he finally has the kids, he'll do anything in his power to not turn out to be like his dad. He already hates himself for treating you like Naobito treated Tomoko (his mom) so you can imagine how he feels regarding his kids.

In other words, when he once hated the thought of having a family, he now likes the idea, because it means you and him are in a happy relationship😭 akghjkashgjkasgsaja if that makes sense.

I'll write more stuff with them having kids for sure :> ugh, idk why it happened but I just got this baby fever.... anyways, thank you so much for sending in an ask!!! This was very cute, got me excited for the future of my fic.

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #ask series: first it hurts—#character ask series: first it hurts—#first it hurts—: naoya #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you

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ari4nee · 4 months

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hiii!

this is my first fic and it’s also pretty much a dump to get rid of my jjk rotted brain. i’m someone who really enjoys long chapters so my stuff is a bit lengthy but i’m sure it’ll tone down as i keep going with this.

i’m still getting used to posting on tumblr😭

i’m sure only like 2 ppl will see this haha

also i am just going with the flow cuz i find sukuna to be a difficult character but i love the college au vibe that i’ve read so i’ll be going for something like that 🫡

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Curse Me

Chapter 1:

You and Yuji had known each other basically since birth. Your families so intertwined that some of your earliest memories were accompanied by Yuji's presence. It was easy to talk to him and he never seemed to mind when you became tired of socializing and silently allowed him to take over the conversation.

Nobara's introduction to the group was the easiest, followed by Megumi. Nobara often had enough energy to talk for the both of you and much to your surprise, you did enjoy the way she was able to pull you out of your shell over the past few years. On the other hand, Megumi was a little more difficult to get used to. He was silent, irritable, but deep down cared immensely about everyone he loved.

It's not that anything was wrong with him - just that sometimes, when left alone, the awkwardness between you two could swallow you whole. However, you both shared an equal amount of laughs when you started to bond over the shenanigans of the other pair. Poking at each other to get a peek at Yuji tripping down the stairs or snickering when Nobara would force Yuji to carry her bags after a trip to the mall.

There were others you appreciated like Maki, Todo, Panda, and Toge; but they hadn't become a part of the little family Yuji had built between the four of you in exactly the same way.

Focusing your gaze on the work in front of you, all you could think about was how you all had just started university and threw out false promises of this being the year that the group turned studious and diligent. Of course this initial proposition by Yuji and Nobara over the summer was met with a scoff from Megumi who quickly turned to you with a look that said, 'I give it two weeks'. Since then, it had been exactly a week into the school year and it wasn't looking good.

The lack of noise in the room was strange as get togethers never managed to be this silent. Nobara had her head tucked in her arm fighting the sleep that crept up on her and Yuji stuck his tongue out in focus as he jotted down a syllabus for this year's course work.

Megumi being the only one who had actually managed to complete anything, sighed in disappointment as he could tell the plan was already faltering. Even you, who usually managed to get everything done on time, regardless of your predisposition to procrastinate, hadn't gotten anything done in the two hours that had gone by.

Breaking the silence, Yuji threw his head back and pushed himself out of his chair, "I'm making a snack this work is tiring me out". Megumi shot him a stern look and sighed, "you didn't even do anything yet".

Yuji ignored Megumi's comment and happily walked into your barren kitchen where he tried desperately to put together a snack. "You need to go shopping again" he whined at you while rummaging through your fridge, your pantry, then back to your fridge as if groceries would magically appear.

"Maybe I wouldn't be out of food if you guys didn't constantly come over and eat my stuff", you laughed back. "You should make him pay rent for how he basically lives here you know", Megumi snarked and closed the textbook he had in front of him, stretching his body out to relieve his stiff muscles from sitting for so long. All you could do was laugh because Nobara, who usually loved joining in on Yuji discrimination, let out a small snore and a heavy breath.

A loud ping brought your attention to the phone on the living room table, the name read ‘Dickhead', with a middle finger emoji beside it. You deduced that it must be Yuji's brother as he often used that name more frequently than his actual one, "Sukuna".

As close as you were to Yuji, you never really got to know the older of the two. Other than when you had a crush on him when you were 13 and he was 15. Or when you were 17 and had gone a whole year not seeing him sulk around the Itadori house due to some trip. But when he came back looking way different than before, you awkwardly realized that you had finally grown up.

He rarely ever cared to spend time with the two of you unless it was ordered by their parents and that eventually became nonexistent when you reached your teens. You didn't know too much about him other than that after the death of their parents, he got kind of wild. Covering himself in tattoo's, worsening sour attitude, and his tendency to get in a lot of trouble wasn't even the half of it. The phone went black and you stared at it for a moment.

One thing that drew you and Yuji together so closely was the similarities between your lives. You knew him and his brother had lost their parents just a few years after you. They moved in with their grandfather but at the start of highschool, lost him as well.

You watched Sukuna's name light up Yuji's phone once more and you couldn't help but ponder how he took everything they went through.

Yuji always talked about Sukuna like he was the devil incarnate. Whenever Yuji would rant, you would imagine his brother perched on a throne of skulls laughing as Yuji cries in front of him.

Your friend had told you stories of how Sukuna would purposefully hide from him when they were younger until he cried thinking he'd never see his family again. Or how one time on Christmas, all of his gifts were replaced with empty boxes. You'd laugh and swear that these occurrences altered his brain chemistry equivalent to being dropped as a baby.

When they grew older, Yuji was always kicked out of the house when Sukuna threw parties with his friends. This resulted more often than not, with your best friend coming and raiding your pantry and keeping you up later than you'd like to watch films you had no interest in.

Yuji swore his brother lived to emotionally terrorize him and that if he could set a city on fire and make him watch, he would.

Whenever you grew to feel angry at him for being such a shitty brother, you'd remember how a few weeks after their parents passing, Yuji had stayed over covered in bruises. He had gotten into a scrap with some kids at school for talking crap about his older brother. When Sukuna found out about how the group had hurt Yuji, those kids showed up at school a few days later very much worse off mumbling about how 'Sukuna wouldn't let anyone else hurt his family'.

In some weird way, the two weren't all that different and they definitely loved each other. It was just too bad they couldn't see past their own shit to actually get along.

Yuji rarely divulged in fond memories of his mother and father with you, just as you rarely spoke of your parents to him. It was only kind of comforting to know that you had shared emotions regarding loss of each others parents. You had grown up around each others families after all. But Sukuna was different, he had always acted as if showing any sort of sad emotion was a weakness.

In fact, you remember during one of their arguments Sukuna saying that Yuji was a 'useless brat who was weak because he let himself get hung up by the loss'. This was a particularly harsh and unexpected comment after Sukuna had ruined one of Yuji's favourite t-shirts given to him by their father.

He often told Yuji to shut up if he got too sentimental or shut the conversation down before anyone could properly open up about anything. It didn't take much to notice that Sukuna's harsh words towards his sibling simply reflected his own fear of feeling like that helpless child crying at the news of his parents once again.

"Helloooooo" a yell erupted from the kitchen, shocking you out of your thoughts, "can you stop spacing out so we can go get sushi?".

At this point Nobara had begun to wake, eventually being fully sat on her chair nodding quickly in agreement when your friend had mentioned going out to eat.

You smiled and began packing away the little work you had completed hoping that tomorrow would be a better start to the year. This was the third time you had thought that.

The group had finally reached the small family owned sushi place you all frequented every weekend. Nobara loved the food here and would always try and persuade you guys to accompany her whenever she was hungry.

Megumi was silent, shaking his head at Yuji and Nobara scanning the menu like two children as if they didn't have everything memorized by now. He looked at you analyzing every piece of your face only to shoot you a look that said, 'are you okay?'. With a small nod you reassured him not to worry, it would be weird to tell him you were just thinking about whether your best friends brother was okay. And he knew if everything was truly alright, your walk home together would feel just as awkward as usual as the two of you moved in silence. Megumi trusted that you'd always come to him when you were ready and for that, you were grateful. The four of you continued to eat and share laughs at how poorly the study session went.

"Do you guys wanna come over for a movie? Maybe we just need to relax", Yuji offered shifting his gaze excitedly between you, Nobara and Megumi. "All you've been doing is relaxing, I'm going home I have another child to deal with", Megumi stood up from the table and waved his now ringing phone with the name 'Satoru' in bright bold letters at the three of you.

"You always look so miserable Megumi", said Nobara laughing at her friend's poor reaction to the call. He furrowed his brows together and simply answered, "it's because of Gojo. It's always because of Gojo". Nobara snickered at Megumi's use of Satoru's last name, that happened whenever he was irritated, which was often. With that, Megumi left before he could be ordered to 'grab more food to bring back to his good looking roomate'. And with a quick wave he disappeared.

That pair had always made you laugh, their dynamic was so unusual but also weirdly filled with care. You found out painfully fast that it was extremely easy to be annoyed at Satoru, so maybe Megumi had a reason to be tense around him.

Satoru Gojo was one of the top upper year students at the same school we had just joined and he must have been around Sukuna's age.

Regardless of being 22, Satoru acted as though he was 13 and always goofily teased Megumi about everything. He was full of himself (to be honest, he had every reason to be), arrogant, and almost on par with the stories you've heard about Yuji's brother with the girls and guys on campus. But Satoru wasn't a ruthless player, he was just touch starved and afraid to get close to anyone since him and his ex broke up at the kfc last year.

You had gotten an earful from Megumi that month about how Satoru wouldn't shut up about it; and apparently he still didn't.

"Ok it's settled then! Movie night at my place!", Yuji jumped up doing a little happy dance. You all paid and begun your trek to the Itadori household.

Nobara kept muttering about how Yuji better not choose a 'damn boring movie again this time' and rolled her eyes suggesting back to last week, when you all had watched all of 'The Lord of the Rings' in one sitting because Yuji absolutely insisted on showing her one of the 'best fantasy films ever made'.

Not even halfway into the first film, Nobara was complaining about how Yuji was a freak for being able to sit through such long movies. Little did she know this wasn't the first time he's tried to convince someone of the 'greatness' of these films in one sitting. There was once when you were 12, again when you were 15, and then that next morning because you had fallen asleep on his couch. To which he unnecessarily filmed you snoring and drooling all over your pillow like a 'gremlin', as he called it.

Nobara was right though, you didn't know if you could sit through another one of his hyper-fixation movie marathons.

"It's SO like you to not get why these movies are so good", Yuji fought back. Nobara offendedly pointed out that he was the only one that left a positive review for 'Human Earthworm' and suggested he better rethink his taste before coming for her's.

This bickering went on for the rest of the walk, so you silently prayed that Megumi might get annoyed with Satoru and choose to come back. At least then you'd have someone to slink into the background with.

The three of you walked up to a familiar large door and entered the empty house. It was always weird being here at first as it felt like over the course of time, you were greeted by less and less of the Itadori family. However, it never took long for your group to liven the otherwise silent house.

Nobara sprawled herself on the largest and most comfortable living room couch. Yuji headed towards the kitchen to make popcorn and snacks for the movie.

You found yourself hovering at the doorway fumbling with your phone to text your roomate Maki that you wouldn't be home until later. Just as you hit send and placed your phone in your pocket, the front door came crashing into your body. A tall figure peeked around the door and closed it behind him saying absolutely nothing about just accidentally hitting you.

"Ow?" you muttered waiting for some sort of apology, or acknowledgement, or any kind manners really. "Don't stand so close to the door", he said not sparing you a glance before taking off his shoes and entering the kitchen.

You followed him down the hall and plopped yourself onto the couch diagonal of Nobara. Your gaze settled on the two brothers standing side by side, their eyes casted down towards whatever snacks they were putting together.

The two looked somewhat identical however, Sukuna had a sharper, more chiseled face. His appearance had changed so much as you all grew older and while Sukuna only had two years on his younger brother, he towered over him. His broad shoulders came close to the middle of Yuji's head.

You knew his body was toned and full of muscle from days he spent at the gym. He usually had a lot less fabric on his upper half as he mentioned 'hating how shirts felt too constricting.' But you chalked that up to being an excuse for him to be a an arrogant dickhead.

Wrapped around his face and arms were sleek black tattoo's that replicated themselves symmetrically on both sides of his body.

The brothers shared the same pink hair with black a undercut but Sukuna's hair always stood up and away from his sharp eyes. You noticed over the years that he had a habit of pushing it out of his face in a way that made him look so effortlessly attractive.

They both resembled their father but Yuji bore softer features and rounder eyes. Even though he was also toned as well, you couldn't help but constantly notice the difference in their bodies.

Twice you had developed a crush on Sukuna, so you were no stranger to admiring his micro movements in a way that one else did. The attractive way his jaw clenched when he was irritated, the veins on his arms after coming back from a workout, or how he effortlessly ran his hands through his hair whenever he entered a room.

You couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when he glanced at his phone, grabbed his food, and left for the front door once again. As much as you didn't know anything about him beyond your minor interactions when visiting his brother, he was nice to look at when you had the chance.

Now that Sukuna had left and Nobara had finished whatever she was doing on her phone, your attention was back to the group. Nobara raised her voice a bit so Yuji could hear from the kitchen asking, "hey did you guys hear about that party everyone's going to on Friday?". She had probably heard about it through the older students we knew like Satoru.

"We should tag along, it would be nice to get out. Plus we know a lot of the older students already so we wouldn't be walking into a party blindly", she said hoping that both of you would be on her side to make Megumi easier to convince.

"I don't know Nobara it's not really my thing", you admitted honestly but knew your concern would fall upon deaf ears. When Nobara has decided to do something, she will do it. Much to your expectation, she cut you off to say "come onnn just one night. Plus you're starting to get frown lines I'm worried you'll end up looking like Megumi". She shuttered at the thought. Yuji quickly chimed in, "Nobara's right, it might be good for you". Of course he would. He wanted an excuse to have fun but also a part of him knew it was good to encourage you out, to be less shy, to let yourself be happy.

You let out a huff and sat back into the couch and the two knew you had been convinced. A party with the upperclassmen shouldn't be so bad. You all were acquainted with Satoru anyway, Maki was your roomate, and Toge was always more silent than both you and Megumi combined.

Some of the others you didn't know as well but they seemed warm enough. How weird could it be?

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader

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lunabug2004 · 4 months

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I feel like this may be controversial, but my favorite Stranger Things season is season 2, hands down.

The vibes, the story, the soundtrack, the acting (!!), the literally everything!!! I feel like most characters were at their peak, not necessarily mentally, but just I felt like they all had equal screentime and relevance to the plot (yes, I'm looking at byler). I could rewatch season 2 specifically a million times and never get bored bc I'm always finding something new, like this last time I saw Mike hug Joyce after Bob dies and almost cried.

And the acting!!!! It's so top-tier!!!! Noah and Finn specifically stood out to me in this season but I think that's just cuz their characters are my faves and I pay the most attention to them, but like obviously Millie and Winona put their whole hearts into their performances as well. (I also wanted to point out Finn bc I feel like people don't talk about his phenomenal acting in this season as much as they should, but I digress)

The only problem is EPISODE 7!!!! I like Kali and I know Eleven's s2 storyline was very important to her arc, just the placement of the POV switch is horrendous. Like my poor baby Mike is trapped in this lab swarming with monsters (I worried about everyone else too Mike is just my child) and I'm supposed to just focus on El for the next hour??? I'm sorry but I remember being the most stressed ever watching this episode for the first time because all I wanted was to go back to the lab! Then we saw Mike in the void and El screaming for him and I was like "YESS GET BACK TO OUR BOY!!!"

Anyways, idk what the point of this post was but I was thinking about season 2 and how much I love it (other than 1 episode) and felt like ranting about it lol

#stranger things #stranger things 2 #THE ACTING OMG #AND THE STORY OMGGG #ANDDD THE VIBESSSS #mike wheeler #i tag him everytime simply bc i love him and always bring him up somehow #i was thinking about s2 and my love for it #then i remembered how many people say its their least fav ssn #and i had to rant #sorry not sorry #byler #<— target audience #Jay's saying stuff :)#Jay's talking ST <3

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tigertofu · 8 months

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Hii!! I saw your requests were open and inbox was empty, and I really love your writing, so if you have the time would you mind share some pre-Ludendorff headcanons or a short fic (whatever you prefer) about Trevor, Michael, and Brad? 👉👈

Thank you!! And no rush at all! 💕

yes yes yes so glad u asked for this TY !! 💞💞 been actually thinking abt the north yankton era a lot lately 🤧

pairing: none (kinda sorta little a implied trikey tho?)

summary: headcanons about trevor, michael, and brad during north yankton

cw's: drugs/alcohol mention

wordcount: 844

• ik i’ve said it before but i’ll say it again: brad and trevor def played pranks on (aka BULLIED) lester. building on that tho: michael would get pissed as hell about it (most of the time. sometimes he wouldn’t bother giving a fuck). this would lead to arguments between trev/brad/michael, usually ending with trevor insinuating that michael and lester were secretly gay lovers and that’s why he defended him, causing michael to throw his hands up and just give the fuck up or remove himself from the situation so things wouldn't turn physical.

• ice skating !!! trevor already knew how to skate before joining the crew cuz of playing hockey when he was younger, and on one particularly boring snowy day he tried teaching brad and michael how to skate, too. they both sucked at it tho and neither of them skated again after that day. like just imagine trevor skating circles around them, laughing and making fun of them for falling on their asses.

• continuing on abt snow-related sports: ice fishing. when he wanted some peace and quiet, michael would go ice fishing at whatever nearest frozen body of water he could find. most of the time he wouldn't catch anything; he just did it as an excuse to be away from everyone else for a while. can imagine him inviting lester along a handful of times too tho so that they could gossip/bitch about how annoying trevor and brad were.

• michael would sometimes try to host Movie Nights. he'd make a big fuss about showing trevor and brad some old-ass classic film. he'd make microwaved popcorn and then get everyone to sit around the shitty tiny TV of whatever hotel or safehouse they were staying in at the time and pop in a well-loved VHS tape of one of his favorite movies. both trevor and brad would interrupt the movie with loud, inappropriate remarks though and michael would eventually lose his temper from telling them over and over to shut the fuck up. once he met and started dating amanda tho, he finally got a nice and peaceful movie-watching partner.

• lester fucking HATED brad and tried to interact with him as little as possible. can't quite remember right now if there's anything in canon to confirm or contradict this.. but i feel like lester would've had even less of a tolerance for brad's dumb ass than michael did.

• trevor and brad were like,, the world’s most volatile toxic married couple. one day they’d be best buddies, just having fun drinking/getting high/goofing off together. next day, they’re getting into yelling matches and throwing hands over like the last slice of nasty three-day-old pizza in the fridge or smth else equally stupid. idk why but i imagine brad had a temper almost as bad (or equally as bad) as trev’s, and that he was not exactly the brightest guy, so those two personality traits combined would be enough to frequently piss off trevor (and michael even moreso).

• trevor and brad def shared clothes.

• trevor and michael would occasionally have deep, late–night conversations that would last into the early morning hours. probably over beers and cigarettes. probably while sitting outside, probably on the snow–covered balcony of whatever shithole motel they were staying in. though trevor considered brad to be the more “fun” friend, he really appreciated these more serious talks about their pasts, their presents, and their futures with michael. those nights are both michael and trevor’s fondest memories from this period of their lives.

• i think there are some interesting implications in the game about trevor and amanda previously being friends, or at least being mildly friendly towards each other during the north yankton days. i imagine that this is largely because his drug use wasn’t nearly as bad as it became later on in his life, so even though he was loud/inappropriate/a bit chaotic, he wasn’t exactly dangerous nor too disgusting for amanda to be okay with spending time with. maybe she even let him babysit little jimmy and tracey occasionally (IMAGINE how cute....). brad, on the other hand, (even though amanda does admit that she “”“liked””” him in the game), was not allowed around the kids.

• i like to think that when they first met and for a while after, trevor really genuinely looked up to michael. like admired his leadership abilities and his skills at pulling scores (and i’m applying the popular headcanon that michael is a few years older than trev here but also srsly,, where does that headcanon come from?? is there any actual evidence for this or is it just a headcanon that became popular in the fandom pls someone lmk if u have an answer to this !!). as time went on though, this admiration gradually waned. michael started making decisions that trevor just wasn’t on board with (namely marrying a certain stripper and having kids with her), arguments became more frequent, trevor started to distance himself from mike a bit and spend more time with brad.

#requests #gtav headcanons #trevor philips #michael de santa #brad snider

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bonesandthebees · 28 days

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Btw, I promised Dune thoughts, didn’t I? Let’s get into it. Apparently they changed a shit ton from the book to be able to fit it into the film. Can’t really comment on the changes, cuz I haven’t read the books and I don’t plan to. Spoilers from now on for my fellow anons btw.

Movie Chani is very different and you can pry her from my cold dead hands. I love that girl. She goes through so much shit. Idk, I just love how she’s the only person to not fall for this planted project (the only surviving one anyway). And part of it is the fact that she didn’t believe in it in the first place, so did her friends, so they back each other up and it’s nice and it influenced Paul too. But then she gets to know him, and she sees him at his most human, right? She sees him at his most vulnerable and after his nightmares and that “I with love you as long as you stay true to yourself” or whatever the exact words are is killing me. Because her love had always been conditional and she made that choice and stuck to it and she was forced to be part of a prophecy she didn’t even believe in in the first place and I am ILL.

Then there’s Paul. Poor boy had his future set in stone, yet he still made the conscious decision to go there. He wasn’t dragged into it kicking and screaming. He willingly drank the Water of Life. He doomed himself (and everyone else in the process). And it’s just so interesting to watch the shift, because the more people follow, the more he denies it, the more he sort of surrounds himself with people who don’t believe even when his mentor is the most loyal believer of all. And still he makes that choice. And it’s to protect other people, right? Because he couldn’t see and he couldn’t predict and he could have saved them if he had seen, so he needs to see and he needs to take that role, but once he does everything shifts. My man literally dies, comes back wrong, walks in all arrogant, gives ONE speech and raises an army to commit not 1 but 2 genocides within the space of a day, then kills of half of his remaining family and starts a intergalactic war. Completely insane.

Quick little aside about the filming itself, because the start and the shots and there’s so much non verbal communication. Really using to medium to it’s fullest with the way it starts like we are one of the characters, crouched in the sand, looking around, equally confused. It’s so fun. And the visuals are all gorgeous. And it’s just a lot of subtitle story telling that I feel I can’t fully grasp without having read the books, but appreciate all the same.

Anyway, Bene Gesserit. I am Intrigued. I am all here for the planning and the scheming. This is so interesting but also so morally bankrupt on so many levels. They really feel like this all powerful force that’s fully in control of everything happening in the universe. Idk, it feels like even the emperor himself is just a puppet to them. And the princess is more aware, and well trained, but she’s still only in control because they allow her to be in control. They allow her to have power and should she become too much of a threat, they would probably end her just as easily as they tried to end the House of Arteries. Idk. Anyway, we like badass women and we support their wrongs in this household.

Lastly, Jessica. I feel like she’s the one who started it all. It’s been a looooooooong time since I watched Dune part one, but isn’t the entire catalyst that she was meant to have a daughter, but she fell in love and Leto wanted a son, so she gave him one. (And maybe she knew she had a promising bloodline and wanted to try and see if her son would have been the one.) To me, her character seems to be this combination of love and this life long manipulation that has led to arrogance. She is so terrified until she drinks the water of life and then she becomes absolutely ruthless. She’ll do what it takes to protect her family and she’ll sacrifice everyone else to get a way out. But at the same time the “You should have believed.” Sorta shows her own arrogance again, this belief that she had before that her bloodline was good enough (when her son never asked for any of this).

That’s enough for now. Not sure if I have more to say anyway. Enjoy the ramble!

-🌲

YESSS DUNE THOUGHTS. I also haven't read the book so we are in the same boat

god I love Chani so much. she's SO interesting. the fact that she and her friends were part of the Fremen group that don't follow the religious legends of Lisan Al Gaib so she never approaches Paul thinking he's this messiah, but just thinking that he's interesting and seems to genuinely want to learn and understand her culture means so much. he's just a person to her. she falls in love with a boy and sees the parts of him no one else does. she sees his nightmares, hears his fears, learns that he doesn't want to be this messiah even though everyone else is trying to push him towards that future. she tries to hold onto him so he has an anchor to the human being he is instead of this myth, but the prophecy must be fulfilled. and chani is forced to have a hand in completing that prophecy against her will. god. my heart.

paul is also very interesting as a character because there's so many facets to what's going on with him. like, he's being pulled towards this destiny that's been predetermined for him through centuries of bene gesserit interference. everything happening around him is telling him he has to go down this path, it's the only way. and he tries so hard to fight against it. because he knows he's not any real messiah and that the abilities he has is only the result of his mom's weird witch cult, and even the religion itself was planted by the bene gesserit as well. it's all outside manipulation of these people who have been subjugated for centuries and he doesn't want that, he doesn't want to hold this false power and especially not to lead so many people to their deaths. but like you said, he steps into this role willingly in the end. yes, there are outside forces pressuring him, but he drinks the water of life all on his own. and then boom it's genocide time.

(also, before I saw the movie I saw a meme on twitter describing the water of life as "the juice that makes you worse" so that's literally how I kept referring to it in my head the entire movie. he and jessica both drank the juice and got So Much Worse)

the film itself is SOOOO gorgeous and the elements of filmmaking are so well utilized. denis villeneuve the man that you are. he uses so much subtle storytelling just through the shots and the colors and everything like that. and yeah that opening scene is fantastic. great way to really throw the viewers back into the deep end.

I find the Bene Gesserit so fascinating in all of this. like it's very clear they're the ones who really control what's going on in the larger galaxy. none of the houses will make a move against another without getting permission from the Bene Gesserit. but of course the movie also makes you wonder what their end goal is. what exactly are they trying to accomplish with Arrakis? and what's the princess's role in all of this? like you said, it very much feels like she's only has power because the Bene Gesserit allow her to. so I'm just curious what's going on with all of them.

ahhh Jessica I love her she is so unhinged. yes, in the first movie it's mentioned that she was supposed to have a daughter, but instead chose to have a son. from what I've heard about the books I believe that if Jessica did what she was told, she was supposed to have a daughter, and then that daughter would give birth to a boy who would be the Kwisatz Haderach. but she decided to skip ahead a generation and have a son. it was her love for her husband that first led her to disobey the Bene Gesserit, and from there she wanted to protect her family and see her son ascend to what she believed was his rightful place as the Lisan Al Gaib. it's so jarring to see how different she is before she drinks the water of life and afterwards. she knows now, she can see what she believes is the only way now, and she's willing to do whatever it takes to achieve the best ending for her and her son. and of course, she's incredibly arrogant about it all at the same time. I love her there's so much wrong with her.

#ask #spruce anon #dune pt 2

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