#oc: max jacobs

[georgieluz]

JULIAN!! I need to know about all your ocs! So I’m probably gonna send a few of these 😂

📚 🎶 💯 🌈 🐶 ❤️ 💔 for all your ocs. I’ll find some more specific ones for each oc too 🩵 thanks

JESS! hello <3 thank you for always being so enthusiastic and excited about them 🥺 ilysm !!

okay, let's get started! gonna put a read more here because this is going to be pretty long since it's for all the ocs!!

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

oliver hardwick has an undergraduate degree in classical literature and latin. he was lined up to do graduate level studies, but then the war broke out, so now he's an intelligence officer in easy company instead! he actually didn't want to pursue any more studies after undergraduate anyway, despite his parents pressuring him to do so. not that going to war was preferable though.

tommy monet graduated high school, just about. he has the smarts for more, but always claimed it wasn't for him, or people like him. he would laugh in the face of someone who suggested otherwise. his bad behaviour at school was less of a lack of enthusiasm for learning and more a way that he could easily blend in with the people he grew up with. he secretly would have loved to spend his time reading, expanding his knowledge and writing, but he couldn't stomach the idea of being seen as a "traitor" to his upbringing.

charlie scott also graduated high school, and he also wasn't interested in pursuing any higher education in an academic institution. instead, he basically started learning how to fix vehicles and different engines under the tutorship of a close family friend. so most of his knowledge and skills come from that training.

rhys llewyd was studying medicine before the war broke out and that's how when he joined up he was immediately chosen to be a corpsman. before the war, he was dead-set on becoming a doctor and was sure it was his passion in life. that changes during his time in the pacific and leaves him feeling pretty lost.

max jacobs does not want to be near any educational facility whatsoever lmao, but he did manage to graduate high school. the only form of "school" he enjoyed was the sniper training course he did in the marines. he actually really thrived in that environment, whereas in more traditional learning scenarios, he'd always found himself uninterested, distracted and frankly, just didn't really care. his fellow marines often make jokes about him "finishing top of class" and being the scout sniper "teacher's pet" despite almost being kicked out of every school he'd enrolled in before he joined up.

matty carter, my love, my baby boy, was very much in a similar situation as his best friend, ray person. they were both set to go to university after graduating high school, but then ray decides to fuck it and join the marines instead. naturally, he asks his best friend matty to join them with him too, and well, matty would rather be by ray's side than in a lecture hall, so that's exactly what he does. he joins the damn marines. he's very good at maths and all of the sciences, and was planning to study physics at university. he was a little bit obsessed with space as a kid, but always dismissed his love for it as being "the same as any other kid's".

caleb dawson, oh boy, here we go. pre-zombie outbreak, he's a final year architecture student, but that's not very descriptive of his educational background. his upbringing isn't quite as straight forward as how schooling usually goes, he travelled around a lot and was taken along on jobs with his father after turning ten. this meant he was in and out of schools most of the time and a lot of his education came from the group of criminals his father worked with. one of those taught him how to hack from an early age and he began joining them on jobs after a few years. his love of architecture and building design came from the earlier years when he was left in hotel rooms whilst they went out on robberies. he would sketch buildings from the window of those hotel rooms and eventually began to design his own. obviously to study architecture, you need good, and more importantly steady, grades and a high school diploma, so he always assumed it was out of the question for him. after a series of events that leave his father in prison and caleb having to find his way in life alone, he eventually does the work and gets onto a degree.

🎶  MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

oliver likes anything he can dance to. he's very much a fun of some uptempo jazz and loves nothing more than getting drunk and twirling around the room in a daze! he wants to listen to anything that will make him feel... no matter what emotion, he just wants to feel it all. mostly so he can forget what he actually feels inside!

tommy is very much a "i don't really care about music specifically" kinda guy. he'll appreciate and enjoy a lot of different styles but in a very passive kind of way.

charlie is pretty chill so generally he's into slower tempo more relaxing stuff, but if he can enjoy a bit of everything.

rhys trained in dance growing up so he's versed in a few different genres and styles of music, and even though he enjoys more gentle sounding music to listen to, he's absolutely down for the upbeat fun stuff too! he's pretty shy about his dancing, but if you get him out there then you'll be surprised by how free-spirited he really is!

max is your classic punk/pop-punk listening skater who has never played an instrument before but swears he would kill it in a band. but yeah, he's very into skateboarding culture and his music tastes reflect that pretty predictably. jesus of suburbia wasn't released until a year after the events of gen kill but that's very much the vibe.

matty also primarily listens to that kind of music.. y'know some soft rock, pop-punk, indie kinda stuff. but he probably consumes a bit of everything and is pretty versed in most music genres. he's also ray's best friend so yes, lots of singalongs.

caleb listens to film scores whilst he hacks. he can't bear to listen to anything with lyrics whilst he works but thinks purely classical music is a bit pretentious, so film scores are his go-to!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

oliver:

he actively tries to bring shame to the family name

he hides his rage behind a carefree attitude very well

he dumbs himself down on purpose

tommy:

he cries reading poetry

he smokes but dislikes the smell of cigarettes

he talks to every cat he meets

charlie:

he's a really fast and strong swimmer

he grew up surrounded by mountain ranges

he hates hot weather

rhys:

he speaks fluent welsh

has a pretty big fear of heights

can play piano

max:

enjoys fighting in quite a masochistic way

ran away from home multiple times as a teen

definitely has an element of naivety when it comes to his own safety and wellbeing. he constantly provokes others and gets himself into fairly dangerous situations.

matty:

is a sweet baby boy who i love.

okay, no, i'll be serious, sorry i just love him so much.

has a smile that could power at least a whole county

is really really really good at playing tekken

he's also a maths whizz but is very lowkey about it

caleb:

constantly leaves cold mugs of coffee about the place, like literally all the time. especially if he's working on a hack

will NOT admit he's into speirs, despite the entire world, including every damn zombie out there, knowing about them

is secretly jealous of gwen's open and trusting nature, despite him constantly calling her out about being too naive

🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc’s sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

so all of these ocs use he/him and are queer, but i also have female ocs and nonbinary ocs that are a part of my hbo war f1 au! as well as my oc jess who uses she/her and is straight.

tommy is probably the character where sexuality is most relevant to his arc and inner conflicts. him being gay is quite a big factor in his family relations and past, so it does have a big impact on the way he carries himself and his sense of self.

oliver's sexuality is something he both clings to and tries to weaponise against his parents. he uses the disgust and prejudice of the era as a shield and there's a disconnect there between his sexual identity and who he really is. he would likely identify as gay but he's also slept with women if there's something to gain from the situation. he often jokes that he could never settle down with a woman though, as it would please his parents too much.

the other's queer identities are less clearly defined and the labels aren't really a big part of who they see themselves as. max is bi but tends to have a preference for men. matty isn't fully sure if he's bi or gay or not and he's kinda stuck in a situation where his romantic attentions are pulled toward one specific person, who happens to be a man, so he's very much still figuring things out. rhys and charlie are also in a similar place of figuring things out and likely won't find too many answers about that during the war either. rhys is closer to knowing what he wants in this regard though.

caleb is openly gay but he's out here fighting for his life against zombies so the topic of his sexuality isn't a massive part of his storyline other than y'know, speirs turning up and pinning him against a wall with his mouth just to shut him up. but yeah, he identifies as gay and doesn't really hide it from anyone either.

🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?

tommy has a cat named badger and is basically a cat magnet wherever he goes!!

matty has an australian shepherd named polo who follows him around like a shadow. it's very cute.

oliver's parents never allowed him to have a pet growing up, it was one of their rules when they got married.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc’s positive traits?

oliver:

he's very open about his flaws and never tries to hide them or pretend that he's a better person than his actions prove him to be

he's actually a very smart and competent person when it comes to planning schemes or missions, and carrying them out, but he's often reluctant to show this as he despises being praised for his achievements due to the way his parents brought him up

whilst his charismatic nature is somewhat of a defence mechanism for him, he genuinely cares about his friends once they're in his life and will go to really far lengths to protect them

tommy:

he's genuinely caring and protective of his family and friends, even if he's not necessarily on amazing terms with all of them

he's very very observant of other people and can read them pretty well. this usually means others feel very seen by him and often appreciate the way he remembers and notices aspects of their personalities and lives. he struggles when he meets anyone similar to him though, as he's very in denial about himself

he's not afraid to stand up to people who deem themselves above him or others, even if he knows it will get him in trouble

charlie:

he's very patient with other people and is pretty calm when faced with criticism or other people's anger

has a pretty healthy way of expressing his emotions through his writing, especially his journals

he's very attentive to details, both with other people and in regard to their equipment and machinery

rhys:

he has a very soothing and gentle presence, even in the chaos of war, and marines often say they feel safer just having him around

knows exactly how to distract the guys and cheer them up, using small jokes and telling stories about his hometown. he also teaches the men welsh, even though they're all terrible at it, because he thinks it keeps their minds off the heavier stuff for a little while

would absolutely sacrifice himself for any of the k-company boys, but also knows his skills are needed to save them

max:

isn't afraid of bullies or bigots. will happily get his fists or face bloody just to stand up to them

in some ways he's very carefree and manages to truly live in the moment, even if it's mostly a response to "suburban fuckery" as he likes to call it. it's a bit of a challenge when he joins the marines and loses some of the anti-establishment non-conformity that he always claimed to live by, but he also gains a taste of camaraderie there that he starts to think is worth the trade off.

genuinely believes that failure is just a trial run and that he can accomplish anything that he wants if he tries hard enough (i'm putting this in positive traits, but it does have some mixed results and negative consequences as well, but it does get him through a lot of scrapes due to his sheer audacity to try)

matty:

have i mentioned he has a smile that can light up the whole world yet??? because yes... yes he does!!

is very graceful in defeat and enjoys watching his friends succeed and do well, he has so little jealously in that regard

he's pretty self-less honestly and can put aside something he wants if it goes against the majority's needs

he lives for making other people laugh or smile and other people's happiness genuinely brings him a lot of joy.

i'd also say he sees and appreciates the little things in life and usually knows what's important in a situation

caleb:

he very much subscribes to the "never leave a man behind" motto and will put himself in danger to make sure his friends are ok

would much rather get hurt than let the people he cares about suffer. this often leaves him in vulnerable situations where he leaves himself open to people who want him to suffer

despite all his trust issues and inability to let his guard down, he cares. he cares so damn much. and he's gentle really, he tries to hide it but it's there, pouring out from him as much as his rage

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc’s negative traits?

oliver:

he's a hot mess, and before the war, he has little care for the consequences of his actions and how they affect the people around him, as long as he can say a fuck you to his parents

he's the textbook definition of self-destructive. he will intentionally fuck himself over, which inevitably fucks others over in the process

he knows exactly how to twist the knife with his words. he can and will snap at the people close to him if they try to look out for him or call him out on his self-destructive behaviour

tommy:

tries really really desperately to be someone he's not, and this constantly prevents him from reaching his full potential

can't decide if he hates himself or his father more, and in that confusion, decides that maybe it's just the world in general

does not know how to process emotions, whatsoever, and pushes away anyone who dares perceive him

charlie:

sometimes his calm nature can be mistaken or seen as a lack of care or concern for his relationships. this isn't necessarily negative by itself, but he does play into this and uses it to create a sense of detachment from having to show any vulnerability

tends to read people well enough to know a lot about their motivations but also closes them all off to his own. this tends to make people feel a bit locked out of his thoughts or emotions and he often needs to remind himself that he has to be vocal about how he feels in a lot of situations

whilst he writes a lot about his experiences and emotions, he doesn't always know how to actually share them with other people, especially when it comes to big important things

rhys:

he tends to hide behind his role of looking after the men instead of facing up to how the war is affecting him. this is pretty standard but he does heavily rely on this as a way of avoiding thinking about his own emotions. he feels like he's in a position where he's not allowed to feel any pain because the men rely on him to be the one who is there for them when they need it most. eddie's presence and their relationship is vital in this, due to eddie's position as an officer, and rhys viewing him in a different light to the others

actively tries to hide and diminish his light

uses his shyness as an excuse not to put himself out there

max:

gets into so many unnecessary situations because he can't accept that sometimes the fight isn't worth it. he truly doesn't know when to just shut up and keep his head down and it does often result in others having to take the hits alongside him

tends to avoid thinking too deeply about his own emotions and his method of always running and creating havoc to distract himself from the nothingness that surrounds his life is mentally exhausting in the longterm, not just for himself, but everyone else

really struggles when the higher ups fuck up during his time in the marines and gets real close to suffering the consequences of speaking up a number of times. this isn't a negative trait necessarily, but again, his mouth gets others in the shit with him and he actively needs to be held back and told to stand down, so it's pretty tiring for other people to deal with

matty:

his selflessness can make him too passive sometimes, he doesn't always stand up for himself when he should

he tends to settle for what he's given in life, with little fight when he has to sacrifice or give something he's worked for up

he's also very flippant about his life and future too. for instance, when ray asks him to join the marines with him, he doesn't need much convincing to change his plans of going to university to study physics, which realistically, could have offered him a path to a well paid career. instead, his best friend wants him to join the military and stay by his side, and regardless of whether this decision is right in the long run, he doesn't think very hard or long in the moment about how it will effect his life and future

caleb:

this boy is STUBBORN. like, really really really stubborn. he won't give up when he's arguing a point and it's extremely hard to get him to admit that he's wrong about something (when i say extremely hard i mean pretty much impossible)

he can also be kind of hypocritical too. he constantly calls gwen out on being too trusting and naive, but when someone who he feels he has loyalties to walks into their lives and is acting noticeably sketchy, he buries those suspicions deep, and chooses to put that loyalty first instead. despite this fucking everyone over, he doesn't tend to see it as naivety because he's too pre-occupied with the glaring trust issues and suspicions he has toward everyone else around him. he seems to think that protects him from displaying any qualities of naivety anywhere else

he's argumentative af and tends to bicker with people and fight about petty things to hide his anxiety and panic. he can't bear the idea of people seeing that side of him, even those closest to him

omg jess i think that's the longest response i've ever written to any ask lmaoooo but it was also so much fun to answer so thank you for asking them and if you (or anyone else) has read this far then well, damn, well done, you deserve quite literally the stars in the sky!

#julian's inbox #julian's ask games #my wips #julian's ocs #trying to remember all my tags for this #julian writes #oc: oliver hardwick #oc: tommy monet #oc: charlie scott #oc: rhys llewyd #oc: max jacobs #oc: matty carter #oc: caleb dawson #let's gooooooo

[slumberdazed]

MAX JACOBS

platoon scout sniper, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: brad colbert | tag: #oc: max jacobs

"there's nothing wrong with me, this is how i'm supposed to be, in a land of make believe, that don't believe in me"

deadly aim, with a smile to match. skate parks and 7-11s. worn out chuck taylors. suburban fuckery. sneaking out of your bedroom window at 2am. driving out as far as you can because you've got nothing better to do. desperately wanting to escape your town at any cost. sony walkman cd player attached to your belt at all times. fuck the system (but you're in the system). laughing in the face of everything and anything. empty red bull cans littered across the room. kissing boys in empty car parks. getting your fists bloody when the homophobes arrive. taking on the world with nothing but bruised knees and a stick of gum.

playlist: and when we go, don't blame us

#introducing my ocs #oc: max jacobs

[kyoobot]

Halloween Samson stuff and oc interactions :D

#samson #kyoo art #Ocs in the 4th pic are bridget by bananagal on the left and jaypeg by paperclip on the right #6th picture is M7 by fallatious #7th picture is Olivia by paperclip #the ghost thing in the 1st one was an idea about like a ghost making people into ghosts so they can party with them and samsons ghost is #inspired by jacob marley from a christmas carol lol #and the 2nd one is halloween costumes suggested by friends lol theyre akuma mac tonite and max payne

[audreyii-fic]

hi. i'm audreyii_fic.

Mostly I write fanfiction. Here's a summary.

The Big Four:

The Movement of the Earth, Jacob & Bella, Twilight (AO3 / FFn / LJ)

The Sparrowkeet Series, Zuko & Katara, Avatar: the Last Airbender (AO3 / FFn)

Ordinary Love, Loki & Jane, Marvel Cinematic Universe (AO3 / FFn)

can't turn off what turns me on, Ben & Rey, Star Wars (AO3)

The Best Four:

Pieces of the Memories, Jacob & Bella, Twilight (AO3 / FFn / LJ)

The Bad in Each Other, Gale & Katniss, The Hunger Games (AO3 / FFn / LJ)

On Each Other's Teams, Loki & Jane, Marvel Cinematic Universe (AO3 / FFn)

The Science-y Girl and the Curator, Doctor Who (AO3)

In addition to Star Wars, Twilight, MCU, Doctor Who, Hunger Games, and A:tLA, I've also written fics for Dark Angel, Sleepy Hollow, Once Upon a Time, House of the Dragon, Gotham, and Jurassic World with varying degrees of focus and varying levels of notoriety in their respective fandoms.

When you post for decades, your work winds up in a lot of places. Some were lost to the sands of defunct web boards (I'm looking at you, LOST, Jane Austen, Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Days of our Lives), but most can be found under audreyii_fic on Archive of Our Own, LiveJournal, and Fanfiction.net — though not every fic is in all three locations.

Social media-wise, I'm intermittently present on Bluesky as audreyii.bsky.social, Twitter X Nazi Hellscape as audreyii_fic, and YouTube as Two-Thirds Blind.

Every ship I've ever shipped has sunk.

#fanfiction #team jacob #lokane #reylo #eleven/amy #zutara #sparrowkeet #the movement of the earth #can't turn off what turns me on #ichabbie #aemond x oc #max and alec #rumbelle #gale x katniss #audreyii-fic

[dreamqueenkala]

SPLASH

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WARNINGS: Breeding Kink; Light choking; Thigh Riding; Submissive!Nick; Praise; Unprotected sex; Momentary Hair pulling

Female Reader x Nick Furcillo

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"Niiiick!" She squealed as she resurfaced from the water, her soaked hair draped over her face and shielding her eyes. A loud boisterous laugh to her left drew her attention and she reached out to splash him with a huff, her free hand trying to untangle her soaked locks from her face. Two warm hands pressed to her cheeks and gently caressed her locks from her eyes. Her (e/c) eyes met his deep chocolate pools and his toothy smile as he gazed down at her, his dark curly hair matted to his own face and dripping down his chin.

"Sorry, love. I just can't help it when you react so cute." He teased, leaning in to nuzzle her nose with his own. She huffed but couldn't hide the rose hue that warmed the apples of her cheeks as he nuzzled her so affectionately. Instead, she pouted, puffing her cheeks out and turning her back to him. "Aww, c'mon, (Y/N), I'm only playing." He cooed, trying to coax her to turn around.

When she refused he sighed and dipped down to bury his face in her bare shoulder, peppering feathery kisses along the soft, fair surface. His fingers lightly caressed her sides under the water, drawing circles in the soft flesh of her hips and easing her tenseness with the sweet gesture. Pressed so close to him, she could feel his warmth rolling in waves over them both and sighed.

Turning, her small hands splayed themselves over his bare chest, her eyes gazing over his facial features with such concentration the Aussie began to blush shyly. She could see the water droplets sparkling in his eyelashes, see the minuscule freckles dotted just beneath his cheekbones, pick out the tiny flecks of caramel in his dark eyes. She smiled, once again in awe of the man she'd found herself falling for more and more for the past year, and stood on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw.

"You don't have to dunk me just to see my 'cute' reactions, mister." She scolded, prodding a finger against his rib cage and earning a soft gasp of surprise from the tanned man.

"Well, that's not fair. It's not fun if you expect it." He yelped as she splashed hun full in the face, spluttering as the girl he'd been with for so long proceeded to dunk him in response.

"You're right. It is more fun when you don't expect it." She giggled, brushing a strand of her (h/c) locks behind her left ear. As he resurfaced and glared after her she rolled her eyes and dove into the water, swimming across the pool. His eyes fell to the swell of her ass as they had been the whole time they'd been out, the boy swallowing thickly as his mouth suddenly felt dry.

Nick reached out and swam after her, smiling as they swam the length of the pool side by side. "You're beautiful, love." He hummed thoughtfully, grinning wider at the cute blush that flushed her face.

It had been a year and three months since they'd gotten together, 3 years since they'd met, and every day was full of sweet compliments, kind gestures, cuddles and the very rare kiss. Of course, this wasn't on (Y/N)'s shoulders, no, rather Nick's. The boy, despite his dominance when it came to staking his claim over his girlfriend and protecting her from strangers and pervs, was probably the most awkward and submissive man she'd ever met. She didn't dislike it, actually, she found him quite adorable. However, the lack of proper intimacy between the two was driving her hormones wild.

Today, coming to the pool, was her idea. See, she saw the nice weather in the middle of spring as a sign that taking her boyfriend to an empty pool on a Tuesday was a great idea. They'd come here often enough beforehand, so it wouldn't seem suspicious. (Y/N) made particularly sure to entice the man with her new swimsuit—a black and green horizontally striped two piece that accentuated her curves and her slightly thicker-than-average thighs. It was working, too, if the stares to her ass and breasts were anything to go by.

Smiling warmly after his compliment, (Y/N) turned to face the stairs, slowly climbing from the pool. Her hips swayed with each step up, water trickling down her spine and over the supple curves of her body. Nick inhaled sharply behind her, and it took every ounce of strength of will for her to subdue the smile pulling at her lips.

"Babe, Cmon, I wanna get home before the neighborhood kids get out of school." She cooed, wrapping a towel around her body and shielding the enticing view from her boyfriends dark eyes. Nick stumbled up the steps, his face flushed as he shifted his swim shorts around, coiling another towel around his waist. They gathered their things and exited the apartment pool, making their way up two flights of stairs to their own apartment.

(Y/N) followed close behind Nick, stumbling over her feet up the stairs and falling into his back with a gasp. The dark haired boy swallowed again feeling her breasts press into his back and her hands on his hips, his heart skipping a beat at the contact. "Y-You okay, love?" He stammered, clearing his throat as he steadied her and moved to unlock the door.

She cleared her throat and brushed herself off, her towel slipping just enough to show off her cleavage. "Yeah, just slipped a little. I'm okay." She smiles so innocently up at him, the guy could've sworn all the warmth left in him would've flooded his cheeks if it wasn't already swelling in his shorts. The door clicked open and the two stepped inside their shared apartment, dropping their keys and such by the door and moving towards their bedroom.

Knowing her boyfriend was looking for his own clothes to change into, (Y/N) buried herself in the closet, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. "Babe? Can you put the towels in the dryer for me?" She asked, dropping her towel by her feet in the process. She heard him hum in agreement, footsteps moving towards her to grab her towel from the floor. He stopped short as she suddenly slipped her swim suit top off, letting the soaked fabric plop to the floor. Her thumbs slipped under the sides of her bottoms, slowly wedging the fabric down her waist til it slipped the rest of the way to the floor.

"Nick?" She turned her head, her eyes taking in the sight of her boyfriend gazing at her with an open mouth and lust blown pupils, his shorts tented slightly. Giggling, the shorter female turned to face him completely, a hand on her hip and her bare self on full display. "Nick? Babe?" He blinked slowly and closed his mouth, swallowing thickly in a desperate attempt to steel himself.

"Y-Yeah? What?" His gaze snapped up to meet her (e/c) eyes, blushing and furrowing his brows in confusion at the grin that covered her lips. She stepped forward slowly, her fingers trailing over his chest and toying with his slowly drying curls.

"Why're you blushing, babe?" She cooed, eyes peering up at him through her long lashes, lips pouted slightly. She tilted her head, slowly guiding him backwards toward the bed. "Feeling shy?"

"I-I..." He gasped as his knees hit the bed, his ass meeting the sheets as he gazed up at her. Her nose nudged his, her fingers tracing the pulse point in his throat, and she draped a leg over his lap. "Y-You're j-just...."

"Just what, babe?"

He inhaled sharply and licked his lips, his brown eyes black with lust tracing her bare form once more. "Beautiful." Her breath hitched in her throat and she smiled warmly, her free hand guiding his chin up to face her.

"Kiss me, Nick." His lips met hers quickly, moving so slowly, yet so passionately, (Y/N) swore she could feel her own pulse on her tongue, pressed against the warm muscle in his mouth. Her fingers slotted into his hair, tugging lightly and eliciting a soft groan from the boy. He exhaled through his nose as she moved to straddle his thigh, her bare pussy pressed against his skin and startling the poor guy.

"W-Wait, (Y/N)—" She hushed him as he pulled away frantically, her gaze not leaving his. He panted slightly as he watched her, biting his lip as her hip began to slide forward and back over his thigh. "B-Babe."

"You do this to me." She murmured, hands on his shoulders now as she moved. His mouth snapped shut at her words, glancing down at her breasts as they swayed with her movements. (Y/N) gripped his shoulders tightly, rolling her hips faster as his thigh began to grow damp for reasons other than the pool. "You make me feel so hot. So needy. So naughty." Her words became mewls of pleasure, her eyes fluttering as her pussy slickened with the thoughts traversing her head. She reached up with one hand and toyed with her breasts, the boy beneath her groaning softly at the sight.

"I-I do this?" His voice was huskier now, raspier, almost as if he was struggling to speak at all. She nodded wordlessly, gasping as his hands came up to ghost over her hips. "W-What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me." She mewled, tilting her head back slightly. She reached down, grasping his larger hand and guiding it over her breasts, across her shoulder, curling his fingers around her throat. "Please, Nick." Squeeze. "O-Oh fuck!" Her hips jutted forward harshly, her thigh brushing his crotch and they both moaned loud and unfiltered. Her nails dug into his thigh now, stabilizing herself as she bucked and rode his thigh faster, harder. He squeezed her throat again and she nearly drooled, her eyelids fluttering from the pleasurable feeling. He squeezed a bit longer and her eyes filled with tears, pooling there and trickling down as she chanted his name in a hoarse whisper. "Nick, Nick, Nick..."

"Fuck." Slowly, she opened her eyes, harshly blinking through the tears to see the absolute euphoria on his face. His free hand was palming his crotch, outlining his cock through the damp fabric of his swim shorts and fisting the base.

"Let me help, Nick." Her hands pushed him to lay back, her hips lifting from his as she hovered over him. Carefully, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and guided them halfway down his thighs, just far enough to free his erection. It wasn't too thick, but it was long enough to draw a moan from (Y/N)'s lips at the sight. "You're so hot." The Aussie boy whimpered slightly at her reaction, hands resting on her hips as she straddles him once more. Her fingers gently enveloped his cock, pressing the swollen head to her clit and nearly collapsing at the pressure. "F-Fuck, babe, oh my god."

Nick gently eased her forward, bucking his hips lightly to tease her entrance. "Please, love." He begged softly, a mere whisper in comparison to the loud moans that had left him before. She gazed down at him with such intense passion he had to bite his lip to hold back a whimper.

"Please what?" He whimpered softly and squeezed her hips lightly, bucking his own enough that the tip pressed against her eager hole. His doe brown eyes gazed up at her with desperation, his bare skin coated in sweat and his toes curled in anticipation.

"I need to be inside you. Please, (Y/N)." He moaned for her, and she grinned with a breathy sigh, sinking her hips down over his cock. They both hissed from the tight intrusion, quickly bottoming out despite the stretch. "S-So tight. So good." He murmured, panting slightly.

(Y/N) rolled her hips, watching his expression morph as he moaned sharply and arched his back, his eyes clenched shut. "Good boy. So full, you make me feel so full." She hummed, setting a slow and steady rhythm. His hands guided her hips forward a bit, keeping her rocking in his lap as he blinked away at the ecstasy fogging his mind.

Nick's gaze settled on her breasts, watching them bounce with each buck of her hips, the wet sounds of skin slapping and her cunt squeezing his cock filling the room. Her nails dug into his chest and her lips parted to exhale heavily. His own lips muttered her name incoherently, chest heaving and heart racing, skin flushed with heat.

"Wanna fill you." He mumbled, one arm now draped over his face and obscuring his expression from her view. She grunted and leaned down slightly, rolling her hips at a new angle that had him arching his back and crying out. "Please! Please, wanna breed you. Please, love!" His breathless, desperate pleads made her heart swell and her pussy clench, low moans leaving her own lips.

"Fucking fill me up, Nick. Fill me with your cum. Get me pregnant. I'm yours, baby, all yours." She replied, feeling his cock throb deep within her walls. Nick writhed and bucked, gripping her hips so tightly in one hand she knew her skin would be bruised, but she didn't care. (Y/N)'s thrusts grew more heavy, sloppier as she drew closer to her climax, her breasts pressed flushed against his chest now as he drew her into a hug. Taking over only for a short moment, his hips began to buck up into hers. Once, twice, three times, then Nick groaned her name and pressed up flush against her, filling her cunt with his seed. As he did so, (Y/N) stammered and clenched once more, her body trembling with her own orgasm.

Faces buried in each other's hair, bodies coated in sweat, cum pooling over their thighs, the duo held each other gently for awhile. Though it was a long silence as they calmed down from their highs, the two were content, nuzzling each other and sharing chaste kisses between words of affection. "I love you." They murmured repeatedly, cradling each other close.

It was a long day, and an even longer night, the couple wouldn't forget for a very long time.

#nick furcillo #the quarry #reader #male x female #oc #smut #hacketts quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #max brinly #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #jacob custos #requests #fluff #werewolf #my stuff #apocalypticnova #oneshot #request

[bigmack2go]

Ive never been more pissed than when i found out aki max and Audrey didn’t end up together. Not like usually tho. This isn’t me goinh *ugh but i ship them so much“ no. I couldn’t care less about whether i like their ship or not. Thsi is about polyamory representation. They build up two seasons like that, finally giving you hope of seeing a poly couple that doesn’t end bad. In the first season k might have been like „oh this is bait“ but then they actually got together and i was so happy. But no. You give me yet another polyamorous story that end in betrayal. You guve me one single poly couple and call it representation and then they end bad?

The fact that they actually were together doesnt make it better.

Every poly representation EVER ends up bad. In betrayal. (Thats exactly what poly ISNT about.) what picture do you think that paints us in?? And especially when you KNOW that its always like that, how dare you be apart of it??? This is like when the only gay character turns out to be the villain, the only female character being the love interest (?) the only black character doing a shooting the only muslim character being a therrorist: WRONG

I am NEVER one to compare minorities experiences to each other but i simplycant keep going know that EVERYONE pretends that poly people aren’t a minority. Sure you SAY that you know that but you don’t treat us as such. And by „treat us as a minority“ i do not mean under representation till the cows come home. Im not talking about conservatives treating me as a minority, in talking about progressive people. Im talking about putting up a fight to let us get our rights like everyone else.

because lets face it, they dont treat us the same way they treat other minorities. Maybe they put a little rep here and there (which is almost always BAD rep) but thats it.

(For the sake of authenticity i‘m gonna use gay as an example for these because thats a minority that im actually a part of and i dont wanna put myself in anyone else’s shoes)

„you dint have to include poly characters if youre not comfortable woth it“ BULLSHIT.

That is like saying „you dont have to include characters if youre not comfortable woth it“

If you heard that, would you go „oh that’s fine“ NO. You would not. Because even if you are a straight person who would feel uncomfortable having gay sex or a gay relationship, that does not make gay people less existent and therefore not representing them is not okay.

THIS IS THE SAME FUCKING THING. I dont CARE if you would have a threesome or not (EVEN I WOULDNT AND IM POLY). I exist! And just because you aren’t me, that doesn’t make me less existent?! So get your damn shit together.

Sire polyamory isnt for everyone. NO SHIT. But neither is homosexuality and is it okay to leave that out? No. It fucking isnt.

And to get back to wjat this all was originally about: BAD REPRESENTATION IS WORSE THAN NO REPRESENTATION BECAUSE IT PUTS US INTO A BAD LIGHT ESPECIALLY WHEN THE ONLY REPRESENTATION EVER EXISTING IS ALWAYS BAD ONE.

I think the only representation of polyamory that wasn’t bad is have ever seen in my entire life was half bad. And even that was left open (enough) at the end.

So no DONT TALK TO ME IM ON A RAMPAGE AND I AM NOT OVER REACTING. LET POLYAMORY EXIST FOR FUCKS SAKE

FUCK THIS FUCK EVERYONE. FUCK POLY PPL NOT BEING SEEN

Im so fucking done with this shit

The same tjing is for nonbinary people. I could go on a rampage about this too but i would literally only repeat myself for almost everything

Putting a lot of random tags cuz i want ppl to see this

#polyamory awareness #polyamory #poly #gossip girl #gossip girl reboot #gossip girl 2021 #max audrey and aki #newsies #kosa newsies strike #hamilton #once upon a time #shameless #shadow and bone #borderline personality disorder #dsmp oc #undertale #climate justice #hi i'm andrew keenan bolger and i play crutchie in newsies #mental heath support #karl jacobs #woman #timothée chalamet #fitness #lockwood and co #tommyinnit #doctor who #will byers #one piece #plants #real life heroes

[bunniereii]

Someone give me ideas to drawwww. I have art block and it sucks badly 😭

#bunniereii #tpof oc #my art #tpof mc #jacob alden #murder oc #bunnie talks #my oc #bunnie arkensaw #max gladstein #douglas mitchell #the price of flesh #ren hana #strade boyfriend to death #strade btd #ren boyfriend to death #ren btd #vincent metzger #vincent btd #gatobob #boyfriend to death #shitpost

[rubywolf12]

I highkey wanna make a The Quarry oc but I feel like it is kinda a dead fandom. I wanna make her have cute 50’s and 80’s outfits like the game does for the characters. Should I?

#the quarry #the quarry oc #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #jacob custos #abigail blyg #nick furcillo #laura kearney #max brinly

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Thanks for the tag @funkypoacher

Tagging: @roofgeese @beautiful-delirium @clonesupport @thomrainer @aceghosts @clicheantagonist @lethal-justice @poeti-kat (no pressure as always)

made some blorbos in this picrew.

First up Ava and Max (The Outer Worlds)

and Kit and Jacob (Far Cry 5)

#picrew #tagged #oc: ava mueller #vicar max #maximillian desoto #the outer worlds #oc: kit cross #jacob seed #fc5 #far cry 5

[deepspacehoney]

Jacob's Sheep fursona for my friend Orion~!

Had too much fun with all of the fluff and textures Q v Q

#jacobs sheep #fursona #sheep fursona #mancy is such a lil darling lad #they have a hummingbird moth buddy I forgot to draw #maxed out cozy fluffy friend #do NOT use this oc

[direwombat]

found this picrew and decided to have some fun making the (modern/futuristic) kids 

not tagging anyone in particular, but if anyone else wants to do this please tag me!

DEPUTY SYBILLE LA ROUX (FC5) // JONAH SEED (FC5)

PAOLA ORSINI (UNCHARTED) // ARI VASQUEZ-SULLIVAN (UNCHARTED)

DARBY WELLS (TOW) // CECELIA “KENTUCKY”/ “’TUCKY” BURBAGE (C*D)

#every day syb thinks things can't get any worse and every day god proves her wrong #and surprisingly enough jacob blowing her back out /doesn't/ actually fix most of her problems #pov: ur the deputy and jonah is monologing at you before he dies #paola trying out some new earrings and immediately getting agitated by everyone commenting on them #ari having fun with the sunglasses being sold by a street vendor #darby thanking max for some hacking help #and pov: you're the poor sob who had to drag 'tucky out of the bar she'd been drowning in to tell her she's back on duty #yes i started playing the new c*d don't look at me #ghost is BIG. i do love me the gruff and grizzled soldier character type. and i am weak for masked men. #dunno how 'tucky fits into things but we'll get there lmao #oc: deputy sybille la roux #oc: jonah seed #oc: paola orsini #oc: ari vasquez-sullivan #oc: darby wells #oc: kentucky burbage #my ocs

[rosewaterandivy]

Everyone But You - a Life as We Know It au

Ch. 2 - I've Got That Lefty Curse

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Summary: hey, you know what a funeral is decidedly not for? gettin' your dick wet. | OR eddie munson's no good, very bad lay. Pairing: e.m. x f!oc w.c.: 4.9K warnings: NSFW / MDNI, immersive second person narration w/ a name and background but no physical description mentioned, grief, character death, funeral, jason carver mention, badly repressed emotions, poor emotional regulation skills, bathroom antics inspired by the moves of Paris Geller and that one scene from Catch & Release tagging: @powderblueblood for coming up with Eddie's nickname for the rover 😘

The garage door trundles open as Eddie twirls the keys in a flourish. You squint behind your sunglasses, bringing your phone closer to avoid the sun’s glare as you triple-check the directions to CPS.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Eddie grouses as the car comes into view. It’s big, some kind of SUV, a Range Rover apparently, if his grumbling is to go by, one that is impeccably clean.

“What’s the problem?” You walk toward the car as it chirps to unlock, “Keys,” You point to his outstretched hand, “Driver,” You point to him and finally gesture to the car, “Vehicle.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Right, sure. Lemme drive this car that’s worth more than my life, that’ll go real swell!” He choruses in false cheer before his face falls, “Yeah, no. Think fast,” He lobs the keys toward you which you step to avoid, and the pair of you watch as they rattle to the floor.

“Well shit, Sherlock, y’know you’re supposed to catch things as they’re thrown at you.”

You roll your lips between your teeth and raise a brow, “I don’t drive.”

“Riiiight,” Eddie says, scooping down to collect the keys. “Of course you don’t, your majesty. Wouldn’t want to sully ourselves with something so pedestrian.” He yanks the driver’s side door open and hauls himself inside.

Settled in the passenger seat, you buckle your seatbelt and pair your phone to the bluetooth in the car. Eddie adjusts the seat and mirror before deciding on a Sirius station for the fifteen minute journey to downtown.

“For the record,” He says, pulling out onto the residential street, “I have a driver’s license, not a boating one. This thing is a goddamn behemoth.”

The car lurches forward as he navigates toward the stop sign at the end of the block, the seatbelt seizes against your chest, jerking you backward into the seat.

“Munson, sort your shit out! There’s going to be an actual baby whose well-being we’re responsible for in here, you know.”

He kisses his teeth and huffs in exasperation, “Sorryyy, I can’t figure out the damn clutch on the S.S. Fuck The Planet, princess. Jesus H. Christ.” 

You make a mental note to have the insurance policy switched over and update the title on the cars as well. Swiping over to the notes app, you tap out a reminder and add a trip to the grocery store for good measure. The list is titled: HOW TO SURVIVE IN HAWKINS and has such gems as: whole foods - where?, research moving co.’s NYC, check out brownstone, contact attorney & set up will, utilities & electric??, and baby books!!!

While you prepped for the impending arrival of Zoë and a prolonged stay in the Midwest, Eddie prattled through the house like Jacob Marley’s ghost shuffling from one vacant room to the next. He’d sent something off to his agent and editor via email about pushing the deadline back for his current novel, and had thrown his duffle in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs, the one furthest from Chrissy and Jason’s room, naturally.

You’d settled in a room close to the nursery and across the way from Eddie. The guest bath was conveniently at the end of the hall just before the staircase. Neither of you bothered unpacking after Max left, just threw your bags upstairs and scrambled to the garage to pick up Zoë as soon as possible.

The ride smooths out, eventually, Eddie seeming to get a hang of the clutch or whatever it was, and soon enough you’re being escorted back to the caseworker’s office at CPS. 

She instructs you to sign the form with your intention of temporary custody just until the court can set a date with the judge to award full custody. Until that time, a caseworker would be checking up on Zoë and your care of her, the findings of which would be presented to the judge at a later date.

“And if you’ll sign here as well, Mr. Munson.” 

Eddie scribbles off his disaster of a signature just as Zoe is brought in.

“Oh,” You sigh, relieved as you rise from the chair. “There she is.” You adjust the strap of your tote on your shoulder and leave the room, gently taking her from a woman with a nod of thanks. Keeping your voice soft and low, you greet Zoë. “Hi, sweetheart. Hi sweet girl!”

It’s rare that Eddie ever hears you like this, voice pitched just so as not to hint at any sadness you may be grappling with currently. And Zoë, she looks so pink and cute— footsie pajamas decorated in little hearts. 

“Oh, honey. It’s so good to see you.” You brush back her downy blonde hair just as she begins to fuss, blue eyes falling to Eddie, who is rendered speechless in the office. He sniffs to clear any welling tears and quietly thanks the caseworker before joining you in the waiting room.

“I know, I know,” You soothe, rocking her back and forth, watching as Eddie steps beside you. 

Zoë continues her soft cries, not nearing meltdown territory yet, but rather expressing her confusion or discomfort. Eddie’s hand cards through her wisps of blonde hair as you turn and say, “Hey, look. Hey, look – it’s Uncle Eddie!” Which seems to placate her somewhat, as chubby arm reaches toward him.

Lifting her from your hip, you continue to narrate: “Wanna go see him? Good, he’s right here.” And place her squarely against his chest, his hands coming to grip her sides as she tucks herself against him, little fingers gripping the worn fabric of his shirt.

You watch as he holds his goddaughter, her soft cries falling away to nothing as she nuzzles into his neck. “Okay,” You breathe, “We should really get her home.”

The car seat, however, proves difficult. Eddie has grimaced and groused his way through various belt to lock combinations, determining all of them to be useless.

“Who designed this thing, a fuckin’ Space X engineer?”

Leaning against the car with Zoë, you decide fifteen minutes is more than enough time for Eddie to dick around with the car seat. “Shove over Elon, this is getting ridiculous.” 

Seamlessly, you set Zoë in the car seat and buckle her in. “See?” You ask, a taunting lilt to your voice, “Was that so difficult?”

“Well, that’s because I eliminated all other possibilities, so obviously you—”

“Shut it, Munson. And drive.”

You’re nearly back to Loch Nora when a cop lights up behind the rover. “Really, today? C’mon man!” Eddie pulls off to the side of the road, going for his wallet before stopping short. “Oh, shit.”

“Oh shit? What do you mean oh shit?!” You whisper frantically, “This isn’t really on ‘oh shit’ type of moment, if you hadn’t noticed!”

“God, would you shut up for, like, two seconds so I can think?!”

“Please, let’s not pretend you think.”

An intentional elbow jabs into his ribs with enough force for him to hiss. He’s about to snarl something not fit for tiny ears back at you when two raps on the window shocks you both into silence.

Eddie reluctantly rolls down the window with a pained smile. 

“Morning officer, what seems to be the problem?”

There’s a pause before a bellowing laugh. “Munson!? Well, of all the gin joints in all the world—”

Eddie’s face flushes pink, “Uh, right. Hi there, Hop.” He clears his throat, “How are… things.”

“Bout to ask you the same thing, kid.” He pockets his aviator glasses and leans against the door, propping one arm to rest on the roof. “D’you know you rolled through that light down on Main before turning onto Pinebow?”

“Uh, no. Sorry, must’ve been distracted.”

“I’ll say,” The officer peers into the car, gaze falling on you. “Morning ma’am. Mind getting me the registration from the glove box?”

“I, uh,” You supply, uselessly. Eddie leans over to do it himself before you can ask what a registration would even look like. Your eyes dart back to Zoë still sleeping soundly. 

“I need to level with you Hop,” Eddie says, handing the paper over to him. “This is not my car, this is not my beautiful wife, and my license is expired.”

“It is!?” You ask, furious. How could he be so irresponsible? There is a child riding in the backseat! Before you can rip him a new asshole, the officer chuckles.

“Can’t say I’m surprised Ed. Shame about the wife bit though.” He reads the registration and passes it back to Eddie. “But considering the circumstances … I’ll let this one slide.”

“The circumstances?” You prompt, wondering how the hell a traffic cop would know about Chrissy and Jason’s accident.

“My condolences,” He says with a frown and furrowed brow, as if the very idea of their absence unsettles him. “It’s a small town, I’m sure everyone’ll know by day’s end.”

Hop puts his glasses back on and steps back from the vehicle. He nods to you with a small smile, before his eyes narrow on Eddie. “You need to get this taken care of, Munson.” Slapping the roof of the car, he turns on his heel and walks back to the cruiser, “See you Friday!”

Eddie waves him off and pulls back onto the road. Offering positively zero explanations as to why this man you’d never met before today would be showing up to the house later this week.

“Munson, why does that cop think he's coming by the house later?”

“Hmm, oh, Hop? He’s not just a cop, he’s the Sheriff.” 

As if that made it any better.

“Do I want to know why you’re friendly with the boys in blue, er, khaki? Thought you were the commander and chief of ACAB.”

“That,” He says, punching the button to open the garage as the house comes back into view, “Is a story for another time. But for now, just chalk it up to the fact that Hawkins is a verrrry small town, princess.”

By Friday, your bags still remain unpacked by the door to the guest room. It would be so easy to call a car, book a flight and just leave, like it had never happened in the first place.

You’re pretty sure that’s what Munson is expecting you to do. He doesn’t trust you, nor you him. How can you? It’s not like you were ever friends. And it’s not like you’ve seen him in that way since—

A soft knock from the door has you turning to find him holding Zoë in the crook of his arm. She’s smiling and sleepy, fresh from her bath. One that had left you positively drenched, prompting a hasty retreat to find a change of clothes.

“They’re, uh, driving up now.” Eddie mumbles, and though he hasn’t said it, hasn’t complained one bit, you can see how exhausted he is. Essentially dead on your feet from your first night with Zoë. 

She’d cried and wailed all night, or so it felt, and you were sure you’d wake up to a noise complaint or violation of the HOA’s quiet hours or some such shit. Eddie had volunteered to stay with her that night, elected to sleep on the couch in the nursery because he’s “slept on worse.”

He’s said it as if he didn’t already have dark circles under his eyes, as if they hadn’t been awake for over 24 hours, and you want to refute it, to say you can keep the baby monitor on you instead, but the look in Eddie’s eyes tells you this isn’t just about staying the night with Zoë. 

It’s that he wants to make sure Chrissy’s daughter is safe, to protect her daughter in the way he wasn’t able to protect his best friend last night.

“Could you just sleep in—” You tilt your head toward Chrissy and Jason’s room, it’s closer to the nursery anyway. But you don’t get to finish your thought before he’s swept in to the room and settled Zoë in her crib for the night. The conversation effectively over.

“Right,” You say, peeling off the door frame to leave, “Forget I asked.”

But that was last night, and you’d be remiss to say that you’d made it much longer on your own. The room was far too quiet, the sheets too stiff, and you couldn’t find your sound machine to save your life.

It’s two o’clock when you stumble into the nursery, nearly tripping over Eddie’s prone leg because he’s too tall for the small couch, but he doesn’t wake. You make yourself comfortable on the plush white rug, the one Chrissy had sworn felt like a cloud and rest your head on the pillow you’d snuck in from the guest room.

Maybe it’s the white noise machine looped to Zoë’s crib, or maybe it’s the proximity of being close to her that brings a sense of calm that’s enough to lull you into sleep. And maybe, it’s the soft snores and snuffles that fall from the tangle of limbs precariously close to slipping off of the couch.

Regardless, you and Eddie had somewhat survived your first day as guardians. Had struggled through feedings and diaper changes, nap time, and seemingly endless loads of laundry. You’d read Chrissy’s parenting books and ordered more to be delivered tomorrow. Eddie had returned victorious from a Target run and you’d each set about slapping sticky notes and scribbling furiously on a huge tear away calendar— you’d even assigned colors: you were purple, Eddie was neon green, Zoë was pink, naturally.

Max, Eddie’s friend and the estate attorney, had apparently rallied the troops for a family dinner for that evening. You and Eddie were to do nothing, under strict instructions from someone named Nancy to relax and focus on Zoë. You could hear the front door opening as people made their way inside for dinner. 

Gently, Eddie passes Zoë off to you and helps you wrap the sling around your torso. After watching several tutorials on YouTube, you felt confident that everyone would feel more comfortable this way. Plus, your arms were killing you— who knew carrying a baby around could be so tiring?

Once downstairs, introductions are made. Eddie names off everyone in attendance as they stare at you like a new exhibit at the MoMa, or maybe the zoo is more accurate. Immediately, you can see that you don’t belong. Everyone is dressed down casually in jeans and t-shirts, their shoes kicked off by the door.

Whereas you, on the other hand, announce your presence with the click-clack of your heels on the floorboards. Swan into rooms with impeccable posture and sport dresses never more than a season old, unless they’re archival vintage, of course. A bold lip and manicured nails, not a hair out of place.

To the assembled people of Hawkins, you sure cut the figure of a Stepford wife.

“Hi,” A voice pipes up from the man to your right, “I’m Ste—”

A metallic clang sounds out, muffling whatever he had to say. Quickly followed by an exasperated, “Oh, goddamit!”

You smile at him, “The pleasure is all mine. Dean, you said it was?” 

“I, uh,” He stammers out, unable to land his gaze anywhere on your person.

“Right,” You say primly, hearing more cursing from the kitchen, “If you’ll excuse me.”

And, of course, the source of the cacophony is none other than Munson himself. He’s got the hood fan going on the stovetop, and there’s smoke pluming from the oven. Company has been here all of ten minutes and he’s already going to burn the house down.

You grab the sheet pan he’s using to dissipate the smoke from the alarms on the ceiling and narrowly avoid smacking him upside the head.

“I never took you for an arsonist, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.”

He coughs into his shoulder, his hand waving through the air uselessly. But before you can tell him to shove over and let you handle things, people stream into the kitchen. Eddie is shuffled from the stove by a kind woman named Joyce, only to be pulled away by an older man, his uncle Wayne, while Hopper takes over in the kitchen.

Windows are opened by Max and Lucas, allowing the smoke to dissipate. And eventually, Joyce offers to take Zoë and put her to bed after her dinner of mashed peas and carrots. Begrudgingly you let her, dropping a kiss to her downy blonde curls before she’s whisked away.

Dinner is nice as is the company, even if conversation is a bit stilted and awkward given the circumstances. You don’t say much and no one expects you to, but every so often Wayne will catch you gaze and offer a small smile. It’s easy to appreciate his silence, to see it as a comfort because god knows his nephew is normally anything but.

You’re on your second glass of wine for the evening, listening to Robin as she details the various hijinks of what she refers to as the Scoops Troop. But she keeps mentioning someone named Steve and you have half a mind to ask her who that could possibly be. Dean, for all his lack of being mentioned in these stories, laughs along good-naturedly.

It’s when you yawn for the second time in five minutes, that Eddie suggests: “Hey, you should go up and get some sleep.”

You scowl, confused and pleasantly buzzed but stand up all the same. “Fine, but no promises, Munson.”

It had been decided that you’d give the eulogy for the service today. Eddie sits with Zoë in his lap – she's dozing off and you’re thankful – and when Eddie stares up at you, you can feel your heart in your throat. Initially, it seemed that Eddie would deliver the eulogy, this was, after all, his hometown and this church was full of people he’d known most of his life.

But when he’d come to you two nights ago after Zoë had finally fallen asleep, shaking like a leaf with crescent hollows beneath his eyes that the moon would envy, and he’d said in a voice so broken and empty: “I just can’t do it. Please don’t make me.”

And so you didn’t.

Halfway through, while the crowd is chuckling sadly, politely, at your anecdotes about Chrissy and Jason. Things are going well until Zoë begins to hiccup and throws a tantrum. Ellie, Chrissy’s mom, scoops her up into her arms easily and carries her out of the church. Over her shoulder, Zoë’s arms stretch out toward the front of the church, her face crumpled as she cries for her mommy and daddy.

Me too baby girl, me too.

You force yourself to look back at Eddie, and his eyes meet yours. It's a moment of understanding that goes straight to your gut and steals the breath from your lungs; Chrissy wasn’t ever coming back.

The wake is held at the house, a tasteful catered affair courtesy of Jason’s parents. Everyone thought it best for Zoë to be in a familiar setting to try and stick to her routine. People mill about downstairs stopping every so often to shake your hand and offer their condolences, thoughts and prayers, or claim that their hearts are with you during this difficult time.

It’s all you can do not to scream as you hold Zoë like a life raft. So, instead of snapping something at someone’s handsy uncle who has had you cornered for the last five minutes or so, you talk to Chrissy in your head.

What were you thinking Chris? This wasn’t the plan at all, in fact, you’ve jumped the gun by about sixty-odd years y’know. If you care to recall, we said we’d outlive our husbands and buy a place on the Cape. Descend into spinsterhood in style, and then haunt the shit out of that property, as is our right.

Ellie checks in on you with a soft touch to the arm, ushering pervy uncle toward the hors d’oeuvres. Small miracles. You can feel the tears gathering on your lashes, and you know that your tolerance for these platitudes is quickly dwindling. You haven’t seen Eddie since he fed and changed Zoë an hour or so ago.

He’s been distant since that night, the one where you’d refused him and drawn your line in the sand.

Catching sight of Robin, you tell her that Zoë is going for her nap and she promises to make your excuses. She latches on to that guy she seems permanently attached to, (Dean, you wanna say?) and they begin to spread the word in an attempt to clear everyone out.

You take the stairs slowly, not wanting to shift the dozing girl in your arms too much, as you step onto the second floor landing. Turning into the nursery, you set her down on the changing table and rid her of her funeral dress.

No little girl should ever have one, much less be given the opportunity to wear it.

Back in her comfy pjs, you sit on the rocking chair and kick off your heels. Zoë nuzzles against your neck as you hum softly. Sooner than you’d anticipated, the rhythmic rocking to and fro has eased her into sleep. Rising as gently as you’re able, you lay her down in the crib, turn on her sound machine, and step out of the room with baby monitor in hand.

Downstairs, you can hear rumblings of conversation overridden by a male voice: “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!” 

Chuckling, you duck into the guest bathroom before any of the hangers on can spot you as they take their leave. Back hitting the door, you allow yourself a moment or two to breathe. Surrounded by people all day on what has arguably been the worst day of your life to date. Smoothing down the skirt of your dress, you pull the shower curtain aside and step into the basin of the bathtub. Once settled, you draw the curtain closed again and let your head rest against the tile wall.

“Why did you leave me alone like this, Chrissy?” You say, voice ricocheting off the bathroom tiles. “You know I can’t handle anything without you.”

Not two minutes later, and someone comes barreling in. Huh, guess you never did lock that door. 

Before you can alert them of your presence, a high-pitched giggle sounds out followed by the scuffling of feet. The door is shut, and the lock is thrown as the giggle turns into a high, breathy gasp. They sound closer now, if the wet sounds of tongues battling for dominance is anything to go by.

Rearing back, you sink into the corner of the tub and will it all to go away. The noxious, ringing laughter continues unabated only punctuated by the sounds of a belt buckle clinking against the sink, a zipper being pulled down.

If you were so inclined (which you are decidedly not), you could simply turn your head to the left and feast your eyes on the shadow sexual escapades of one—

“Oh, Eddie.”

For fuck’s sake! As if this day could get any worse.

But, oh wait, it does.

“Sock it to me!” 

Biting the heel of your hand to quell the rising laughter, your eyes blow wide at her litany of ‘sock it to me’s’ – it’s as if that’s the only thing her poorly wired brain will allow her to say mid-coitus. Eddie’s laughter, understandable given the circumstances, devolves into an attempt to shush his conquest from what has got to be the most unimaginative dirty talk you’ve had the misfortune to be privy to.

When she finally reaches her peak (“Yeah! That’s so good!”), you’ve already mentally catalogued the ways in which you could have a) killed yourself in the interim, b) killed Eddie, and c) killed this poor woman, in all likelihood saving her from a life of mediocre sex at funerals.

“Thanks.”

Well, at least she’s polite.

“Uh, you’re welcome.”

Eddie sounds embarrassed, voice tight and you can imagine he’s doing that thing where he drums his fingers against his thigh, impatiently waiting for this all to be over. His lips are probably tucked between his teeth while she washes her hands, eyes anywhere but on her.

There’s the sound of the door being unlocked and the throw away line of “Call me,” and with that, she’s gone.

The sink runs again, Eddie muttering to himself under his breath, and for the briefest of seconds when you dramatically pull the shower curtain open, you could’ve sworn you saw something akin to regret (or was it disgust?) as he looked at himself in the mirror.

“Fuck!” 

He jumps back, startled at your Houdini-esque appearance. All too calmly, you step out from the bathtub, gaze fixed on him all the while. You pluck the joint from his fingers and stow it in your pocket. 

And you haven’t launched into him yet, so maybe this isn’t the verbal crucifixion that Eddie thinks it’ll be. There’s a curl to his lips that says he’s going to be a problem, that he’s going to make a joke out of this, as if he hadn’t buried his best friend earlier today and then gone and screwed a cater waiter in the bathroom of her house during the wake.

“Well, well, well, if it isn't my Lady Disdain,” He drawls, arms loosely crossed against his chest, “Are you yet living?”

It is only in deference to Zoë that you don’t go scorched earth on his ass right then and there. There’s a soft squawk from your other pocket where the baby monitor is as she likely rolls over in her sleep.

“I am only going to say this once, Munson, so you better get it through that abomination you call a skull.”

Briefly, someone attempts to enter the bathroom, the door nudging open only to be forcefully shut as you, in an impressive feat of balance, slam one Manolo Blahnik clad heel against the door and shove it closed.

“Occupied!”

You wait a beat or two, leg slotted against the door to be sure that whomever was on the opposite side did not attempt further entry. 

If only your yoga instructor could see you now.

Releasing your hold on the door, you flip the lock and take measured steps back to Eddie who is now crowded back against the pedestal sink.

“Did ya have some fun? Get you rocks off? Add another notch to the bedpost?” You seethe, and he knows better than to interrupt when you’re like this. “What a fitting way to send off Chrissy, huh? By defiling her home because you lack something called self-restraint.”

“Hey, that’s not—”

“What, is that not accurate Munson? Because from where I was sitting, it sounded like you couldn’t wait bust your nut into the next woman who batted her lashes at you, who maybe, juuuust maybe,” You take one step closer, a mere breath away from him. “Suffers form an undiagnosed brain injury and lowers herself to slum it with the likes of you.”

“Tell me how you really feel, sweetheart,” He sneers, “All those years of therapy seem to be doin’ wonders for your self-esteem. Because you’re too high and mighty to count yourself one of the crowd, right?”

“You have no right—”

“I have no right? Are you kidding me? I'm not the one who shuts down at the first opportunity, who would rather run away than stay here and deal with this!"

"It's not like I’ve left! I'm here, aren't I?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know that?" He demands. "We are not just playing house here! And you can’t pretend that we’re not partners in this. If you’re so scared, why didn't you say anything?”

You storm toward the door, unlocking it as you turn the knob to leave. To get away from him and his pitying looks, his judgment.

"Because I don't need you!"

Eddie’s hand covers yours, “Maybe I need you!" He snaps, almost shouting. "Maybe I need you to work with me instead of against me. Maybe I need you to stop doubting yourself, because there's already so much to worry about and I can't help worrying about you. Maybe I need you to stop being so damn independent and self-absorbed. Maybe I need you to realize that you're not the only person here who lost a best friend."

The heartbreak on his face is so painfully clear that you can feel it in your chest; you can't believe you didn't noticed it before.

The door creaks open.

"Hey, are you guys – oh, sorry."

You turn from Eddie to see Robin on the stairs, hesitating. You clear your throat and blink away any tears, as you step through the door. "Can I help you?"

"I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You're not interrupting," You say, turning toward her and smoothing down your dress.

"Okaaaay." She looks doubtful. "Everyone’s cleared out, leftovers are in the fridge. I checked on Zo and she’s still zonked out."

You nod, “Thanks, for everything.”

“Happy to help.”

You wait until her footsteps fade away, and the front door shuts. Gritting your teeth, you watch as Eddie steps away from you and avoids making eye contact, your jaw clenched tightly enough to hurt.

There's something empty and aching at the base of your throat, and no matter how much you swallow, it won't go away.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fafic #eddie munson x oc #stranger things fanfic #modern!eddie #fic: eby

[heartsforhavik]

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE

VIDEO GAMES

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 (ashrah, baraka, havik, johnny cage, kitana, kuai liang, kung lao, liu kang, mileena, raiden, rain, reiko, syzoth, shang tsung, smoke, sub-zero)

UNTIL DAWN (sam, josh, ashley, chris, emily, mike, jessica, matt)

THE QUARRY (laura, max, nick, dylan, ryan, kaitlyn, jacob, emma, abigail)

THE WALKING DEAD (lee, katjaa, kenny, omid, christa, ben, carley, luke, jane, nick, gabe, javier, clementine, louis)

GENSHIN IMPACT (aether, kazuha, kokomi, itto, shenhe, diluc, zhongli, yanfei, raiden shogun/ei, xiangling, navia, ayato, yoimiya, bennett, barbara, ganyu, gorou, yun jin, beidou, kuki shinobu, hu tao, thoma, amber, jean, razor, chongyun, childe, kaeya)

ANIME

ATTACK ON TITAN (eren, armin, mikasa, connie, sasha, marco, jean, levi, ymir)

OCS

YANDERE BOYS X POPSTAR READER (bayani, victor)

please remember to read the rules before requesting!

#idk why it took me so long to make this #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #until dawn #until dawn x reader #the quarry #the quarry x reader #the walking dead #telltale the walking dead #twdg #twdg x reader #twd x reader #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #snk #yandere boys x popstar reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you

[dreamqueenkala]

Debating if I should do a pack dynamics/Omegaverse AU for The Quarry. Thoughts?

#abigail blyg #emma mountebank #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #jacob custos #nick furcillo #max brinly #hacketts quarry #ryan erzahler #smut #laura kearney #travis hackett #werewolf #fluff #the quarry #male x female #reader #oc #trauma #blood #pack dynamics #male x male #self insert #omegaverse #the quarry x reader #the quarry game #werewolf x reader #skylar gisondo #miles robbins

[bellysoupset]

So you’ve said Jonah smells like green apple. What do the rest of them smell like?

Just realising how weird that question looks out of context 💀🍄

dhjfkkdfj okaaay 🍄

Jonah smells of Hugo Boss Green, that has notes of green apple.

Bella smells of coconut, because of her hair conditioner. She only wears perfume in very special occasions and hers is Agua de Santos by House of Bo, which smells a lot like oranges!

Wendy smells like Daisy by Marc Jacobs. Very floral and fruity. She's also has a vendetta against the perfume Fantasy by Victoria Secrets. During winter she'll go for Elorea's Inflorescence, which is still floral, but not as girly. Out of my OCs she's the only one who wears more than 1 fragrance.

Vince smells like lavender and jasmines, because of his after shave. He doesn't normally wear any perfume.

Luke shaves every morning without fail and his after shave is minty, so he always has that distinct minty smell as if someone is chewing gum next to you.

Leo doesn't wear any perfumes period. He really dislikes powerful scents and he specifically picks not-scented deodorant, after shave, etc. His soap of choice is Marlowe's scrub soap, that has a faint pine smell.

Max smells like One Million by Paco Rabbane, which is a cologne with notes of leather, amber and tangerine, but personally I think it smells like rich chocolate. Its a little overwhelming in my opinion, but I think this man takes a shower in this in the morning.

#myocs #Particularly I'd love to just press my face to Vince's chest #jasmine is my fav smell ever #🍄 anon #smell #perfume

[georgieluz]

HBOWAR OC MASTERLIST

OLIVER HARDWICK

intelligence officer, easy company (band of brothers)

ship: lewis nixon | tag: #oc: oliver hardwick

"you'll never fumigate the demons, no matter how much you smoke"

new yorker. former literature and latin student at university. mischievous. wealthy. playful. rakish, maybe even roguish, some might say, in a pretty boy kind of way. think: old money with a rebellious streak. massive ballrooms contrasted with secret parties in tiny apartments. flowing champagne. screaming drunkenly from the deck of a yacht. rage rage and more rage, so much rage. the subtle glare of disapproval from a calculating parent. a disdain for authority and taking orders. winter scarves in every colour, but especially red. kissing older men. dancing until you can't remember your family name. the simultaneous fascination and disappointment your friends and peers feel toward you. running away as a child and nobody even noticing you're gone. picking oranges in the mediterranean. freezing cold new york winters. spinning around in the rain. being too smart for your own good. self-sabotage. self-loathing. self-destruction.

playlist: tell me i'm an angel

TOMMY MONET

private first class, easy company (band of brothers)

ship: joseph liebgott | tag: #oc: tommy monet

"the silence that you're hearing is turning into a deafening, painful, shameful roar"

bostoner. from the wrong side of the tracks. barely got a high school diploma. former teenage nuisance. poet. fuelled by coffee and homeric similes. friends with every cat in the neighbourhood. talks to his cat badger more than other people. think: scrappy. argumentative. observant. smart but wishes he wasn't. hot black coffee running through his veins. flannel shirts. a backpack full of books. a hardshell exterior and deep, deep repression. running races down the railroad tracks until you're completely breathless. smoking because you don't know what else to do with your hands. irritable, but usually with a smile and a hefty dose of sarcasm. fuck the elite. no one can hurt me if they can't get near me. insecurities? what are those? who needs a father anyway.

playlist: let down and hanging around

CHARLIE SCOTT

private first class, how company (the pacific)

ship: bill "hoosier" smith | tag: #oc: charlie scott

"come ease my slumber, sink me into sleep"

mornings spent next to the river. cigarettes for breakfast. brushing the sand out of dark hair. journals filled to the brim. training as a car mechanic. hands coated with oil. overalls tied around your waist. a sarcasm-filled whisper in your ear. a hand gripping yours through the barrage of bombs every night. eyes searching for you as you cross every battlefield. dramatic readings of your stream of conscious poetry until something hits. adopting the dog that you found in the middle of battle. missing the diners you always claimed to hate. wanting nothing more than to run back to the mountains you hiked growing up. realising you never want to visit a beach again. longing for the quiet peacefulness of a lake.

playlist: i once warmed my hands

RHYS LLEWYD

corpsman, king company (the pacific)

ship: eddie jones | tag: #oc: rhys llewyd

"torn down, full of aching, somehow our youth will take the blame"

welsh born, new hampshire raised. gentle hands, sharp eyes. soft-spoken. welsh-lilted american accent. the messiest bedhead you'll ever see. enjoys watching people mispronounce his surname. touch-starved for something more than bleeding guts and bullet wounds. sage green and lavender. realising you never wanted to study medicine in the first place. cloudgazing. comic books shoved into pockets. an impeccable dancer who will never show it. can't handle his alcohol but drinks anyway. misses trees, and grass, and greenery. hands touching beneath the library table. a pile of books next to your bed. the scent of sugar and honey contrasted with the blood dripping from your hands.

playlist: fade me away

MAX JACOBS

platoon scout sniper, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: brad colbert | tag: #oc: max jacobs

"there's nothing wrong with me, this is how i'm supposed to be, in a land of make believe, that don't believe in me"

deadly aim, with a smile to match. skate parks and 7-11s. worn out chuck taylors. suburban fuckery. sneaking out of your bedroom window at 2am. driving out as far as you can because you've got nothing better to do. desperately wanting to escape your town at any cost. sony walkman cd player attached to your belt at all times. fuck the system (but you're in the system). laughing in the face of everything and anything. empty red bull cans littered across the room. kissing boys in empty car parks. getting your fists bloody when the homophobes arrive. taking on the world with nothing but bruised knees and a stick of gum.

playlist: and when we go, don't blame us

MATTHEW "MATTY" CARTER

corporal, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: ray person | tag: #oc: matty carter

"tracksuits and red wine, movies for two, we'll take off our phones, and we'll turn off our shoes. we'll play nintendo, though i always lose, 'cause you watch the tv, while i'm watching you. dumb conversation, we lose track of time, have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine. there's nothing like doing nothing with you"

missouri summers. friends who fall somewhere between platonic and something more. pizza nights. staying up until 4am playing uno. laughing so hard your ribs hurt. realising you're a little bit in love with your best friend. following him to the marine corps. losing far too much money playing pool. camping in the rain. smiles so wide. watching the lost boys so many times you can quote every line. sharing hoodies. the colour orange. instant messaging into the early hours. the sunrise laughing as you fall asleep. promises of running away together. fingers in soft wavy hair. ice cold lemonade. the ghost of a confession.

playlist: do you think of me?

CALEB DAWSON

architecture student, hacker, archer (band of brothers zombie au)

ship: ron speirs | tag: #oc: caleb dawson

"yes, it's you i welcome death with, as the world caves in"

sketching buildings from the window of hotel rooms. mugs of cold coffee left on every surface. counting to ten before you open a door. endless recurve vs compound pettiness. the fucking audacity of life. talking with your hands. sarcasm as a first language. stubborn and unyielding, but fiercely protective. clinging to a pencil and paper as a lifeline. realising it's easier to push your buttons than you thought. jokes. lots of jokes. witty one liners. deep, deep inner conflict. bitterness coating your tongue with every word. being suspicious of newcomers but bound to your own sense of loyalties and vulnerabilities. trying desperately to hide every aspect of your gentleness, but feeling it leak through in every moment. being ashamed of your dreams and ambitions. feeling the cracks break open every day, but bottling it up all the same. waiting alone in hotel rooms wondering if your dad will come back for you this time. being taught to hack at twelve years old. finally escaping the only life you've ever really known only to find that a virus outbreak has mutated and changed the world forever. unravelling dreams.

playlist: one wink at a time

ARCHIE SULLIVAN

RAF pilot / lancaster bomber (masters of the air)

ship: bucky egan | tag: #oc: archie sullivan

"wild lovers never get the blues"

flying too close to the moon, "you look pretty in blue", piles of unopened letters thrown in a corner, easy laughs, easier smiles, falling asleep on the wing of your plane, cycling to the pub with your best friend in the pouring rain, turning annoyance into endearment, a pint and a ginger beer please, escaping to the beaches of east anglia on a weekend pass, puppy dog eyes the size of jupiter, pettiness, so so much pettiness, challenging just about everyone you've ever met, thinking you might just be the greatest darts player in all of england, a good ol' dose of the great british repression, yet accidentally flirting with almost everyone you meet, running so far away from home that you ended up in the clouds

playlist: to the top of the big night sky

if you want to read about the ocs from my hbo war f1 au please head over to this post. the ocs there are all platonic ocs, but have a lot of presence in the world and narrative, and if you'd like to see my ocs for top gun, then you can find them on my sideblog here

#yes i am massively fucking biased toward matty #he makes me all soft and melty inside #my hbo war ocs #i do have more ocs i need to add to this but it's 7am and i really really really need to go to sleep so have six to start #also this is mostly for my pinned post so ignoring is an option also #julian's masterlist #julian made a thing