#the second one was some generic brown haired dude

[queenimmadolla]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ─ 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝟖𝟕'

(young parents!Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

more dad!eddie and penny adventures can be found on my masterlist

summary: . . you leave eddie to watch your newborn with some ‘help’ (they don’t really do anything) from jonathan and argyle.

a/n: everyone lives in Hawkins because i said so. as always, no beta so mistakes will be fixed later. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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“Dude.”  Argyle leaned in for a closer look, staring deeply into the unimpressed, brown eyes peering up at him from her place in her bouncer, tiny fists curled near her head, fuzzy with dark curls. “You had a baby.” Eddie snickered while Jonathan shook his head in amusement. “Yeah, I know that, man.” “No—you don’t get it, man! Like, you had a baby. You’re a dad. She is composed of half of your DNA. The fruit of your looms!” Jonathan choked on the cold pizza he’d been scarfing down at that bit of Argyle’s rant. “She’s—Oh, she got your eyes, too.”  Argyle ended on a coo, a finger reaching down to run over her soft, chubby cheek. From the moment you and Eddie brought Penny home three weeks ago, you’d been attached to her. Utterly and completely obsessed with the perfect little being your body had spent months creating. While you’d been initially incredibly hesitant to meet her—coherently, at least, she’d been placed on your chest briefly when you’d been having a horrible out of body experience from the pain of having just pushed her out seconds before—it was hard for you to put her down now. You blamed that newborn baby smell. It was your weakness, if she was cradled against you, your head was angled down to sniff at her hair. You loved bonding with her in general, but your mother had made sure Eddie knew to not let you withdraw from society once Penny came, and then she’d told Eddie all about Postpartum Depression, effectively scaring the shit out of him. So that’s how you ended up having a girl’s day with Nancy, Eden and Robin. Sure, you’d started crying after showering your little baby in kisses and love and you’d had to be literally dragged out by the girls but Eddie knew you’d have a good time.

Just like he knew he could totally handle Penny on his own. Jonathan and Argyle had come along with the girls, but both were entirely too curious about Penny to leave. Not at all because Eddie had body blocked the door once they realized their ride was driving off. Alright, he was still scarred from day two out of the hospital.  Max and Lucas had come over to the trailer to visit Penny—Lucas loved holding her, you found it so cute—when you had gone to change Penny’s diaper and immediately began crying out for help. Eddie had never bolted so fast in his entire life with Max and Lucas on his heels, and the sight that greeted them was horrifying in a new parent sort of way. Penny had shit so violently once you’d undone her diaper that it was splattered on the wall, she was peeing all over your hands, and she’d thrown up, the milky looking substance also leaking out of her little nostrils. She herself didn’t look at all phased by what she’d just done. So, yeah. Maybe he needed a little back up for now. “Who’s got beautiful, angel eyes? Who’s got beautiful angel eyes? You do! You do!” Eddie watched Argyle gently tap her little nose, and his heart warmed when he could see his baby smiling around her pacifier. He knew it was probably just gas since she was starting to learn how to use her face, but he liked to imagine she knew just how much everyone loved her; that she’d never have to feel like he did growing up, unloved and alone until Uncle Wayne had stepped in when his father had been arrested and he had no one else. His kid had family. And a damn good one at that. “You can pick her up, if you want.” “Whoa.” Jonathan warned. “Hey now.” Argyle took a physical step back from the newborn, eyeing her skeptically. “And risk dropping her—man, that’s not cool.”

“You won’t drop her, so long as you hold onto her. Kind of common knowledge, but simply don’t let go.” Eddie rolled his eyes, stretching forward from the couch to slip his finger into her tiny little hand. She gripped onto it immediately, and he leaned closer to give it a kiss, inhaling the scent of her skin. He couldn’t blame you for sniffing her all the time—she did smell ridiculously good.

“Fine, man. Then you get her out of that chair thingy, ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt her or something. I’m used to Eden’s siblings, they’re like uh a little older by like a lot and stupid invincible. One of her brothers came down the driveway on his bike just when I pulled up and I hit him with my car. Little dude just got right back up, kicked me and left!”  Eddie’s eyes were wide as saucers as he carefully pulled Penny out of her bouncer—the three of them collectively awing in adoration when her lower half scrunched up on instinct as she brought her hands to the sides of her head— and stood up in front of Jonathan. “You get first dibs since you don’t currently have a likely hood of hitting my daughter with a car at some point in her life.”  Jonathan immediately looked like he wanted to runaway, but ended up hesitantly accepting Penny into the crook of his arms as Eddie handed her over. It had been a while since he last held a baby, the last having been Will and he’d been a kid then, too.

He took to it naturally, though, his body relaxing as he held up her hand, thumb rubbing gently over her soft palm. Her squishy little fingers wrapped over his thumb as she stared up at him, most likely curious about a face she’d seen a couple of times before, but not so often this close. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking at all. 

“She’s so. . . small.” That wasn’t what he meant, he’d meant she looked so innocent, so fragile to the world around her. She wasn’t even his kid, but the longer he held her, the more sure he became of the fact that he’d kick ass to keep her safe, something he didn’t do very often, but very effectively. “I’m an uncle.” Eddie smirked, filled with pride as his daughter won another skeptic over. Jonathan ran a hand over her head, mindful of her soft spot, in awe of how soft her hair was. Damn, she really was cute. And she did have Eddie’s eyes.  “She’s a pretty baby.” He commented, moving his thumb around in her hold. “Not gonna lie, I thought she’d you know, be a little ugly when she came out, what with having been squished through a hole, but no. She was even a pretty newborn.” Eddie admitted, he hadn’t seen a whole lot of newborn babies before Penny, but he knew they looked like little aliens fresh out the womb. “You and baby mama must have been some pretty cute looking babies, then. Any kids Eden and I have are screwed, man. I was hairy as hell and I’ve seen her baby pictures, let’s just say they’re gonna get double takes.” Argyle ranted, but he too was focused on Penny and Jonathan, looking a little envious. Once Jonathan got his fair share, he shifted her around in his hold, making sure to support her head as he transferred her into Argyle’s ready and waiting arms. He seemed to change his tune after witnessing Jonathan hold her and successfully not throw her across the room like a football.

Unlike Jonathan who hadn’t wanted to move her around too much in his grasp, Argyle sat her up right, making sure to support her head at Eddie’s prompting. Penny looked startled as her body tried to slump forward, stopped by Argyle’s hold on her. The pacifier stopped moving, and Eddie tensed, waiting for the cry but it never came. Instead, the pacifier began to move again and she let out a soft grunt, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much.

He relaxed, sinking into the couch on Jonathan’s other side. Argyle noticed her drooping lids and deciding to be brave, placed her back into her bouncer as gently as he’d seen Eddie handle her.

Eddie couldn’t help but grin down at her, taken with the way they’d drop completely only to shoot back up. He was reminded of all the late night conversations the two of you had, and how you always fought sleep off, keen on talking to him instead of sleeping. Your eyelids would get all droopy, you’d close your eyes, and then catch yourself, snapping up and briefly awake before doing it all over again.  Eddie wondered how many more memories of you looking at Penny would trigger for him. He couldn’t wait to figure it out.  As if she knew he was thinking about her, Penny’s gaze wandered to him and he locked eyes with a pair identical to his own. Then she forced her pacifier out of her mouth and began to wail something fierce.  They all jumped up immediately, eyes wide at the sudden drop in her mood. “What did I do? Was it something I said?” Argyle asked, blaming himself as he began to panic. Jonathan was running his hands through his hair, distressed.  “No, you didn’t do anything,” Eddie reassured him as he picked Penny back up and walked to the small kitchen, grabbing a bottle from a recent feeding attempt. “You hungry, little bitty pretty one?” He held the bottle to her lips but that only seemed to make her angrier as she struggled against it, head moving away from the nipple. Her face was all squished up and took on a darker tint as her wails died down to whimpers. Eddie knew what that meant.  He was quick to place the bottle back down, but the damage was done. Penny was silent for the briefest of moments before she began shrieking. Water started to pull in the inner corners of her eyes—a new development, up until two days ago, all she could do was cry but her body hadn’t produced tears yet—and she let her little lungs ring loud in the trailer. Eddie knew his neighbors were probably cursing up a storm but they could kick buckets for all he cared. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That’s not what you wanted, was it? My poor girl. Daddy’s gonna make it right.” Eddie soothed, cradling her to his chest with one hand holding the back of her head.  It seemed to do some good, hearing his voice had stopped the piercing shrieks, but she was still crying and very loudly.  He pulled her little baby bottoms back to check her diaper, but it was still clean so she couldn’t be upset about that. Eddie sighed, raising her a little higher on his chest so he could nuzzle her, pressing kisses into her sweet smelling hair.

Then it hit him. Penny was tired. That was it. She was just tired but unable to fully slip into blissful slumber on her own and she was upset about it. Eddie wanted to beat his head against the fridge for having overlooked something so obvious. He reached down to turn the knob of the radio, bringing it to life before he began searching for a station. Once he’d stumbled upon one crooning out oldies, he swayed, patting her bottom to further soothe her.

Penny’s cries died down almost immediately, turning into soft grunts instead as her lids began to droop again. It was after Eddie started singing along, his voice low and soft, that she was finally able to fall asleep, snuggled up to her daddy with a fist full of his hair that was most definitely going to be super fun getting out of her grip without waking her. Eddie turned to find Jonathan and Argyle watching them. Jonathan had a ghost of a smile on his face while Argyle stared at him in wonder. “Dude. You’re a dad. You just did a dad thing!” Jonathan grinned. “I agree. Looks like I’m the only freak in town now, you’re Eddie ‘The Dad’ Munson, now.” “Hell yeah, I’ll take it.” Eddie didn’t bother trying to hide his smile, he was cheesing’ it up.  You’d called him something similar a couple of times. Teased him about being Eddie ‘The DILF’ Munson, which was really unfair given you hadn’t been cleared by your doctor to have sex yet, so he couldn’t make that a reality.  “It’s crazy how this time last year, we were freshly graduated, you were eloping against every single adults’ opinion and now you have a baby. It’s mind boggling. But like, at the same time it’s not. . .I don’t know, help me out here.” Argyle slapped the back of his hand against Jonathan’s shoulder a few times.

“Being a dad suits you. You’re good at it. You’re a good dad and a good family man.” Jonathan supplied, meaning every word. He’d know, he had a shitty dad like Eddie did.

 That one simple statement hit Eddie hard, and he held Penny just a little tighter to his chest. “Gotta give her everything I didn’t have.” — You nearly broke the door down when you’d gotten back to the trailer. Despite your hesitance to leave Penny, you’d actually enjoyed the time with your friends. Sure, you spent every single second you weren’t talking thinking about your little family, but you still had fun.  The car ride back was spent wondering how much of a mess the place would be. Robin was expecting there to be a small kitchen fire, Eden was expecting one of the boys to be crying, Nancy was just curious to see how Jonathan had lasted in the presence of a baby. For future after college and established careers purposes, of course. You had faith in Eddie, had seen how quickly he had and still was adapting to being a dad. The others you couldn’t ball park so your money was on Argyle being the crybaby to which Eden quickly agreed.

But you hadn’t come home to any of that. The boys were all sat on the couch, fawning over your baby who had woken up in much better mood. “My baby!” You made grabby hands as they got up to greet you, and Eddie let you scoop her up from his arms in exchange for a kiss. You could hear Robin gagging when she realized she was third wheeling three different couples, so you assumed Nancy and Eden were also receiving ‘welcome back’ smooches.  You leaned down to violently inhale Penny’s new baby smell, pulling back with a look of satisfaction on your face. “That’s the good stuff. How’d it go?” Eddie laughed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and trailed a finger through Penny’s curls. “Oh, you know. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #dilf!eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanction #stranger things 4 #stranger things volume 1 #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things vol 2 #stranger things vol 1 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #jonathan byers #argyle #girl dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson #mom!reader #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #pennyverse

[juneberrie]

LOVE IS LIKE THE LOTTERY [ 🐍 ] DEUCE GORGON

summary ∿ deuce gets jealous when a guy tries to hit on you [ gn ! reader ]

after cleo and deuce broke up, monster high was desperately in need of a new it couple. and, a few months later, they found one: deuce and you.

deuce had always been popular, or whatever the equivalent was in monster high. by association, you became popular too. and, because you became popular, that meant you got lots of attention.

it wasn't a bad kind of attention; everyone at monster high (with the exception of a few ghouls here and there) was incredibly nice. but a few weeks ago, there was a new student joining. he was some cousin of torelai's and instantly became famous among the student body, particularly the ghouls, for his swoopy shiny hair and lilting voice. and his eyes. girls would swoon if he so much as gave them a cursory glance. but it was you he liked eyeing, and deuce didn't like that one bit.

walking through the maul hand in hand, deuce says, "wanna grab a drink 'fore we leave?"

you nod and the two of you make your way towards the coffin bean. deuce presses a kiss to your forehead, his snakes peppering little reptile kisses to your hairline. "go sit," he smiles. "i got your order, babe."

you thank your loving boyfriend and find a table for two. settling down in your chair, you watch deuce talking to the barista. your phone buzzes and you open it up to see a text from clawdeen.

clawdeen ♡ hows your date w/ deuce going????

y/n ✶ great <3 we're at the coffin bean rn

clawdeen ♡ oooo update me later bae

clawdeen ♡ kiss kiss love you !!

y/n ✶ love u 2 xoxo

hearing the chair scrape the tiled floor in front of you, you look up with a smile expecting to see your boyfriend.

its not. its torelai's cousin. he smirks lazily at you, one arm slung across the back of his chair.

"hey."

"uh.... hi? my boyfriend's actually gonna sit the—"

he waves you off, flashing another grin. "he won't mind, would he?"

"actually, i do mind, purrcy." deuce stands behind torelai's cousin, holding a steaming cup of coffee and a paper bag. "get outta my chair." the snakes on his head hiss at the werecat.

purrcy laughs, a hissy kind of giggle that makes every hair on you stand up. "can't i talk to one of my fellow classmates?" the way he said it made it clear he didn't think of you as a classmate. more as a . . . thing he wanted.

"yeah, well they don't wanna talk to you, dude," deuce snaps. his snakes start getting restless, a few even snapping in purrcy's general direction.

purrcy's head swivels towards you, still with that lazy grin. "well?"

"well what?" you ask. deuce had moved to stand next to you, putting the coffee down and gently placing a protective hand on your shoulder. it was comforting.

"do y'wanna talk to me, baby?"

deuce's fingers twitched on your shoulder. his snakes snapped at the air.

"no."

"see? go hack up a furball," deuce scowls.

purrcy's face darkens and he hisses, "asshole," as he pushes away from the table and stalks off. deuce lets go of your shoulder and moves his chair next to you.

"are you okay?" he asks, opening the brown paper bag and pulling out a pastry. he hands it to you, eyes worried through the lenses of his glasses.

"'m fine, deuce. thank you," you smile, accepting the pastry. laying your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, you take a bite of the delicious treat. he wraps an arm around you, taking a sip of his drink. he's quiet for a few minutes. you sigh and put down your half-eaten pastry.

"deuce. baby." you grab his face and gently turn it towards you. "i don't like him."

"i know," he says, sounding a bit defensive. he looks at you for a few seconds before slumping in his chair and pulling you closer towards him. "i just—" he sighs. "he's such a douche," he concedes.

"i know. but guess what?" you smile. his eyebrows furrow and one of his snakes cocks its head at you, curiously. "love is like the lottery, right? and i have you, so that means—" you press a kiss to the space between his eyes. "—i've won the lottery."

#dude but romantically (liz's version) #liz’s writing ♡ #deuce gorgon #deuce gorgon x reader #mh x reader #mh #monster high x reader #monster high fanfic

[shares-a-vest]

@flufftober Spring Edition Day 6: Sharing a Blanket

wc: 549 | Rated: T for suggestive language and flirtatious banter | cw: None

Tags: Quiet Night In, Getting Interrupted, Future Fic (early-00's), Steddie Dads, Teen Daughter

Note: idk this one might skirt the line of fluff. The start is more silly-fluff and gets a tad angsty.

'Breaking Up with a Grade-A Dork'

“Gimmie,” Eddie commands, all but lunging at Steve to pluck his glasses from his nose.

“Wha-Eddie!” he splutters, kicking up the blanket they are sharing with enough force, it sends a skittish Meatloaf bolting for his safe haven under the couch.

“Your glasses are always so dirty,” Eddie grumbles, vigorously rubbing the spectacles with the bottom of his shirt and ignoring the chaos he has caused.

Steve would shoot something back, but Eddie’s cleaning routine exposes some skin. Flesh that is still easily seen (and ogled) at their close proximity. A little paunch of a belly and a thin trail of hair that goes down, way down and disappears under a teasingly thin pair of sweatpants –

“– Like what ya see, sweetheart?” Eddie chimes.

His voice is a little too loud for a quiet and cozy evening on the couch where American Idol plays forgotten on the television in front of them.

Steve looks up, startled as Eddie now begins some silly rolling motion of his stomach muscles and meets him with greedy eyes and a wiggling brow.

“Maybe,” Steve shrugs, pouting as he snatches up the admittedly, clean glasses.

He puts them back on and runs a hand through his hair, flashing a smirk.

“Steven…” Eddie pretends to warn as Steve leans in and puckers his lips, “We… um…”

But he trails off just as Steve bats his lashes.

“This is going to go on for hours,” Steve bargains, nodding to the television without breaking Eddie’s gaze as he lowers his voice to a whisper, “Ryan Secrest can’t wrap up the results show to save his life.”

“It’s…” Eddie whispers, his gaze flitting to Steve’s lips, “The commercials.”

He closes the gap between them, pressing a soft kiss to his partner’s lips, figuring they’ll start slow –

At least Steve intends on initiating their typical – alone – primetime TV makeout session. But the front door bursts open to reveal Joanie, home far too early and looking more than a little displeased for a routine date night.

“I broke up with James,” she huffs, flinging her handbag in the vague direction of the hatstand before she all but charges to the couch.

Eddie gasps, flopping back onto his couch cushion.

“Steve,” he stage-whispers, sounding desperate as he scrambles to untangle the blanket between them, “I’m not prepared for this.”

“I wasn’t even ready for her first boyfriend,” he shoots back, making room for their daughter who, by the looks of her disgruntled frown, appears not all that heartbroken.

Steve adjusts the throw-over blanket to mask his words but Joanie isn’t listening, instead perking up at the sight of television.

“Well, I’m glad,” Eddie mutters out of the corner of his mouth, “Dude was a grade-A dork – here, Munchkin!”

He smoothes out the throw-over, patting it down for good measure as he shuffles closer, squishing them all tight together on their generous couch.

Steve meets his daughter’s eyes, the big brown orbs growing glassier by the second as her initial nonchalance begins to fade away.

“Tell us what happened,” he says, placing his arm around her.

Grade-A dork on not, James was a perfectly acceptable boyfriend – a nice boy wholly deserving of their daughter’s affection.

Joanie snuggles in under the throw-over, squeezing him back and sniffles.

#might write a sequel to this #in my head joanie breaks up with james over something really petty and silly (she IS gremlin man eddie munson's daughter after all) #fluffspring2024 #day 6 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie as girl-dads #steddie dads

[distortionbobble]

"do you ever shut up" no... and nobody asked for this but i'm thinking about situationship!anakin right now. minors dni. fic has no warnings rn . might expand this one. modern au.

see the thing is, if any of your friends had gotten into this, you would have done a whooole extraction mission to get them out of it. a situtaionship? with that fine-as-fuck man? pretty wavy brown hair and that stupid fucking smile... baby your eyes look like the ocean i'm not arguing with you...

you found him on hinge during one of your dry-spells. the first thing you noticed was how pretty this man is. his profile featured pictures of him hanging out of the window of his car, gravity pulling his hair down as he flashed the camera a prize winning smile. another picture inside a restaurant, just a hint of manicured nails in the corner of the photo.. taken by an ex-girlfriend, maybe? you hum, and scroll down to see the rest of his profile.

"anakin, 22... figuring out my dating goals," you murmur to yourself, munching on your popcorn. okay, figuring out dating goals, that means... means what? a situationship? fuck, do you even have that in you? you're ready to x him out but something makes you wanna look at that face just one more time. fuck, he's pretty.

before your better judgement can stop you you're typing out a quick response to his prompts. green flags i look for are... good at legos. okay, that's cute, right? maybe he doesn't know what his dating goals are because it's kind of intense to be like, i want a long term relationship. that is a lot of pressure. you respond by sending him the lego flowers bouquet that's sitting on your coffee table (yes, your ex gifted it to you. no, that doesn't matter to you. what he doesn't know won't kill him. besides, it was a good present).

does this count? you respond, tossing your phone to the side to focus on Love Island playing on the TV, not expecting a response from anakin for at least a couple days. which is why you're almost shocked when the screen lights up with a notification from hinge.

anakin: yeah, looks pretty good to me ahaha

anakin: sent an image

anakin: rate the set up?

you open it with curiosity and a little bubbly feeling in your chest-- a cute boy matched with you, you're pretty sure it's well within your rights to be a little excited. it's a rather impressive set up of a few different lego sets, all built meticulously. you spot a few that are difficult to get your hands on, and think for a second on how to respond to him.

you: do i spot the indiana jones temple escape set?

anakin: oh my god yes that's my favorite set lmao, took ages to get it

you: dude that's so lucky

you stare at the screen, biting your lip. fuck, this is such a dry-ass conversation, it'll probably die out anyways so you don't bother sending a follow-up

anakin: honestly pretty lucky in general w all my sets. i've got a coupe unopened ones if you wanted to hang out and do them w me sometime tho? might be fun.

oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. okay, be cool about this. wait, is this code for a hookup? okay, hang out and do them with him = y'all fuck after the legos? or before? you're confused. but like, legos sounds like a fun time.

you: sounds like a good time. does friday work? we could pick up some takeout from this place on jefferson ave, if you're down

anakin: down for friday. but i was thinkin i could make you somethin? i can make a mean miso soup, if you're down.

you: seeya friday, then :)

--

you brought chocolates. to his apartment. and after you knocked on the door, you're thinking maybe this wasnt such a good idea, after all. the chocolates, and the being here in the first place.

but anakin opens the door, and his apartment smells so good, and he's got a set of space post card lego sets already open with the accompanying instruction booklet next to him.

"hi," you smile up at him, a wave of shyness washing over you as you look at him. how are people allowed to be this pretty? it's like the camera didnt do him justice, because he's at least 20x more attractive in person.

"hey. it's nice to meet you," anakin responds with a grin of his own. "d'you wanna come on in? i've just put some of the veggies into the stock. got some tofu and stuff, bok choy, it'll be good," he says, shutting the door behind you as you enter his apartment.

"nice place," you say, looking around quickly before you take off your coat and shoes.

things flow easily between you too. he tells you about his day, his job, asks you about yours, asks you about your favorite movies. you ask him about his lego sets, his decorations, his favorite music, how he learned to get so good at cooking (the soup is fucking delicious). he puts on a grateful dead song on his speakers as you work on the sets, laughing when he asks you to separate two legos that are stuck together with the nails that you have ("don't you have one of those lego-separating tools?" "those. are for pussies.").

the sets come together what feels like too quickly. you almost wanna tear it apart so that you can have an excuse to just stay for a little longer, but it doesn't seem like anakin is eager to kick you out either.

but it's late, and you should go. as you head out for the door, you feel your eyes drifting to his lips-- his pretty bottom lip, plush and rosy and you wanna sink your teeth into it-- and you know he notices too. he doesn't say anything. is a first date too early to kiss?

"well," you say, lingering at the door. "i, uh, had a good time tonight."

"me too," anakin says, equally as awkward. he leans in just a little, so that his face isn't so far, so that you don't need to look up so much.

well, that's it. no invite to a next hangout. you try not to let your face fall as you wish him goodnight and thank him for the miso soup.

you've only made it out of his apartment complex when your phone lights up with a message.

anakin: d'you wanna do smthn next week?

you smile.

#situationship anakin skywalker #situationship!anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x f!reader #anakin skywalker x female!reader #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker drabble #my writing #modern!anakin skywalker #modern!anakin #anakin skywalker modern au #anakin skywalker fluff #distortionbobble's fics

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🪢 You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it? 🪢

✎ Pairing: sexy ass!Bang Chan x intense!Lee Know x cocky!Han Jisung x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut (maybe fic?)

✎ Summary: Three mysterious men want to use you as a human pocket pussy for the night. Why the hell not?

✎ CW: ❗️Consensual nonconsent, a little blood❗️foursome, drinking, degradation, hand job, blow job, rough sex, face fucking, fingering, public fingering, general crassness

✎ Word count: 4,930

✩ A/N: I maaayyyy keep this one going as a chaptered fic?? Idk though. Lmk what you think! ✩

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Click

One handcuff latches around the bedpost. Its closely-linked twin is already snug around your right wrist.

Click, click

The man on your left encloses the bedpost first, then your wrist. You watch his skilled fingers work with bated breath.

“Comfortable?” the cocky blonde with the cute cheeks asks before shooting you a sly smile.

The dark-haired one scoffs.

“Like it matters,” he answers for you. “This isn’t about her comfort, is it now?”

“Quit bickering, you two,” says the third man — the amber-eyed, honey-tongued one. “We’re on the same team, here, yeah?”

The other two nod.

“Good. Now, grab her legs.”

They do as they’re told, pushing your ankles down into the bed. The leader unzips his jeans, pulls down his boxers, and slowly strokes his cock.

He hungrily examines your naked body, mapping out a course of action. You take the opportunity to study him, too, and deduce two things almost immediately:

1. His dick is probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, let alone taken.

2. That devilish grin on his face makes you nervous.

In one swift motion, he maneuvers the garments around his muscular legs and drops them to the ground. He crawls onto the bed, barking out one more order to his friends.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help.”

Fuck, what did you get yourself into?

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It didn’t take much to convince you at the time. Hot stranger approaches at the bar, buys you a drink. You chat, you flirt, you dance, you kiss. He asks if you wanna get out of here, of course you say yes. It was a typical pickup story — until it wasn’t.

You were already under his spell by the time he shared information about his friends: the brooder and the showboat. He pointed to a dimly lit corner where the two men watched you intently from afar, but you recognized those faces.

They had been hovering before. A hand on the small of your back as one walked past, eye contact held for just a second too long over your suitor’s shoulder. The three of them circled you like sharks, and you didn’t even notice.

But they were good dudes, he guaranteed it. Just some friends as close as brothers who wanted to try something, someone. Together.

You’d had a threesome before, so what’s one more? But not like that exactly, he clarified. Yes, four people, but more like 3 vs. 1. As in they can freely pinch and poke and prod, while you’re pinched and poked and prodded.

It could have been the alcohol or how his lips moved when he spoke in that Australian accent or the way the flecks of gold and copper and bronze swirled around his pupils, but you said yes.

Were you 100% sure? No, but why not? He said they’d give you a safe word and had absolutely no intention of hurting you (unless you wanted them to), but it could — and likely would — get rough. Fuck it, sure.

The first time you spoke to the other two was outside, and it was nothing more than simple hellos. Not even names. That was another part of the deal: anonymity. No personal details, no phone numbers, no emotional mess to deal with in the morning.

You stood on the sidewalk with the two strangers while the one who convinced you to do this tried to hail a cab. Eyes shamelessly traveled up and down each others’ bodies while you waited.

The blonde with the cute face and deep brown eyes stood — chest puffed out — next to the dark brown-haired one. His irises were darker than the blonde’s, and his energy much more intense. Arms crossed tightly across his chest, he squinted at you from the moment you said hello until the yellow car finally pulled up. Welp, here goes nothing.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The cheeky blonde slides in first, and the quiet one gestures for you to go next. Whether he was being chivalrous or just wanted a sneak peek under your skirt as you maneuvered into the car wasn’t clear. Either way, he got his wish.

Blondie waited only for the inside lights to dim before placing a hand on your knee. He slowly drags his fingertips up your thigh, zigging and zagging more toward the inside, then the outside. He pauses when he touches the hem of your skirt, then retraces his steps back down to your knee. His motions repeat, but his path inches closer and closer to your inner thigh each time.

The mysterious one on your right hungrily stares down at your legs and cracks his knuckles, and the Aussie glances in the rear-view mirror every now and then to monitor their actions and gauge your reaction. He keeps smirking — showing off those dreamy dimples that hooked you in the first place — and shaking his head at the eagerness of his friend.

Eventually, there’s no more accessible flesh for the bold one to traverse. His path has led him to the line where your thighs meet, and they’re pressed together firmly. You see this scenario playing out in one of two ways, but the man you can’t quite pin down surprises you with option number 3.

His hand lands on your leg with a loud clap, and he forces his way between your thighs. The two of them pry your legs apart and run their digits up and down the sensitive skin, putting your panties on full display for the driver.

Tingles immediately shoot up your spine. They inch closer and closer to your crotch, but never actually reach it. Fingertips always stop right at the edge of your panties before traveling back toward your knees, but you can’t help but hope that each time would be different… and they’d finally…

“We’re here.”

Your eyes shoot back open; you hadn’t even realized they closed. The cabbie is paid in cash, and the men open and exit through their respective doors. They gather on the sidewalk, holding out hands to help you to your feet.

You mumble a thanks and stride behind them to the entrance. They open double doors for you and lead the way to the elevators. The blonde presses the button and stands watch, glancing back and forth between the two numbers to guess like he’s trying to guess which would arrive first.

The other two stand at your sides. The quiet one extends his arm to brush knuckles against your hip, and the Aussie places an open palm on your lower back and quietly hums a tune you haven’t heard before.

Ding

“Ha! I called it!” the blonde exclaims, clenching his fist in a tiny celebration of winning whatever game he played in his head.

The left elevator’s doors open, and you file in, the hand on your back guiding you to the rear of the car. Once you turn to face the front, his long fingers curl around your waist and pull you into his body. In another context, this may have been comforting. But the quiet one surprises you again and slips a hand under your skirt — heading right for your crotch this time.

He applies pressure to get a feel for you over your underwear. Then his middle finger curls up, pushing in just enough to make you squirm before returning to its initial position. Your breath quickens right when the elevator stops and the doors slide open once again.

An older couple walks in, exchanging smiles with your group. The hand at your waist squeezes tightly, and you smile, too. But the hand on your pussy doesn’t leave. If anything, he pushes into you deeper. You try to angle your hips away from him, but his lips go to your ear.

“Stay still,” he breathes. “You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it?”

Your toes curl into the soles of your shoes. It’s the only thing you can think to do that won’t make what’s happening so incredibly obvious. And everyone’s still smiling, but are they just being polite? You don’t know and you don’t care. You just want him to stop teasing and push through the silk entirely.

The elevator finally comes to a stop, and the couple steps off. Before the doors meet again, the one who started it all spins into you, his arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.

You’re chest to chest for the second time tonight. Without sweat and alcohol overwhelming your nose, you can finally inhale the vanilla and citrus of his cologne. His pull is just as intoxicating as it was at the bar, and you think you may be about to kiss him when he slams his free hand into the wall next to your head and leers down at you.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, yeah?” he growls. “We make the rules. We tell you to shut up? You shut up. We tell you to spread your legs? You spread ‘em. We tell you to come? You come. Got it?”

You nod.

“Good. Safe word is… uh…”

“Onion!” the blonde blurts out.

Dimples furrows his brow and shoots his friend a confused glance before turning his attention back to you.

“Sure, whatever, onion. You good with that?” he asks in that sexy accent.

“She better be,” the quiet one says from the corner while staring intently at your thighs.

Dimples and the blonde exchange smirks just as you reach the top floor and the doors open again. The Aussie keeps one arm tight around your waist and guides you down the hall.

The other two skip ahead, giggling about something unspoken. It’s like the dark-haired one is two different people. His emotionless eyes glare at you one second, and he’s beaming at the blonde in the next. They reach the room first, and he quickly snaps back into intimidation mode the second his eyes meet yours.

“Welcome to our playground…” the blonde says after you pass through the doorway.

It’s a typical hotel room: bathroom by the door, dresser below the tv, desk by the window, couch in the corner. But the bed sandwiched between nightstands sticks out the most. There’s only one, and four of you.

“Interesting…” you muse, slowly making your way to the couch.

“What’s that?” the dark-haired one asks.

“Yeah, what’s interesting?” blondie jumps in.

“Just… one bed,” you explain. “Guess we won’t be spending the night?”

“What makes you think that?” the Aussie challenges from across the room. He just finished moving the do not disturb sign to the other side of the door and attaching the chain. Now, he’s leaning against the wall, thick arms crossed over his chest.

Something about him keeps rendering you speechless. Whatever witty comment that was brewing in your mind is long gone, so you just plop down on the couch and stare at the bed.

“I think you broke her, hyung,” the blonde giggles and throws his body on the mattress. He’s enjoying the puzzled look on your face a little too much.

“So, who gets first go?” the quiet one asks from his position in the far corner.

Blondie is the first to offer his thoughts.

“He did most of the work so far, so I vote Ch-”

“SHHHHHH!” “Shut the fuck up!”

The other two cut him off almost in unison, but it’s a little too late. Ch-something. Noted.

“You’re a fucking idiot, but I agree,” Ch-something says, pushing off the wall and striding across the room toward you. He moves quickly, and he’s staring down at you again in mere seconds. “Stand up.”

You do as he asks, maintaining eye contact while you push up off the couch. Those beautiful eyes are a little cloudier now, and the sweet swirl from earlier looks more like a brewing thunderstorm.

He runs his fingers along the line where your top meets your skin. He drags his hands down your torso, feeling the lace on the bustier.

“Spin.”

You do as you’re told, and his hands get to work undoing the hooks along your spine.

“The second I saw you in this, I pictured what it would be like to take it off,” he admits. “Of course, there was a lot more ripping involved in my imagination.”

Your walls clench at the thought of someone like him wanting to rip your clothes off at first sight.

“But this is such a pretty top…” Ch-something continues. “And it would be a shame if we sent you home fucked and bruised and topless, too.”

One hand traces the exposed section of your spine before meeting the other and resuming their task.

“We’re nice boys, yeah? Just want you well-loved,” he says and presses his torso to your back, his silky lips to your ear. “And well-laid.”

The top releases its hold on your lower back and awkwardly hangs on your body. His big hands slide under the lace, around your waist, and up to your breasts. After a few squeezes, he slides the straps off your shoulders, and the top falls to the floor.

“I get first go, yeah?” he calls out to the others.

They echo in agreement from across the room. The Aussie circles your body before plopping down on the couch in front of you. He spreads his legs slightly and reaches for your hips.

“Come ’ere,” he commands, pulling you into his lap.

You straddle him and slide down onto his thighs, but not close enough, apparently. His hands firmly grip your ass and pull you into him. You can feel his hard cock press into your crotch while he wraps those big lips around one nipple.

He licks and nips and sucks at you, and you start to roll your hips into his lap. He gently guides you with palms on your ass, and for a minute you forget you’re not the only ones in the room. He has this way of making you dizzy with the warmth of his mouth and his hands and his chest and his...

“Ay, that’s enough,” one of the others says from behind you. “You’ll have plenty of time to mark her up later.”

Someone grabs your hair from behind and snaps your head back. Before you can register who it is, their lips are on yours and their nose presses into your chin. Hands go to your neck, alternating between caressing the skin and squeezing. Someone else is fiddling with your nipples, and Ch-whatever’s hands are still gripping your ass.

Whoever’s tongue it is forces its way into your mouth and flicks at your tongue, and both nipples are engulfed in wet warmth. A hand reaches under your skirt and pushes your silk panties to the side to stick a finger inside you. Then two. Then three.

The man above you squeezes your neck harder, and someone else rubs your lower stomach. There are arms and hands and mouths everywhere like some sick game of Twister.

One mouth leaves, then another, then the last. You can finally open your eyes and see thick eyelashes and dark hair above you. The quiet one is smiling down at you and stroking your cheek, making this the first time he looks at you endearingly. And, of course, it’s when he’s gripping your neck.

“Quit being soft, man,” the blonde says. He stands and grips your bicep to pull you up, too. Then his hand moves to your shoulder and pushes down.

“On your knees.”

You drop to the floor and stare up at him with wide eyes. From this angle, his tiny waist seems so small compared to his broad shoulders. His cock twitches in his pants, and you reach up to free it, but he smacks your hand away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, slut,” he barks. “Keep your hands at your sides and open your fucking mouth.”

Your jaw drops and your tongue slides out over your bottom lip. The lean blonde unzips his pants, pulls out his thick cock and strokes it inches away from your face.

“You want this?” he asks, running its head back and forth over the tip of your tongue. “Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

You just stare up at him. He’s made it clear that it doesn’t matter what you think, so maybe not acknowledging his questions is what will really get him going.

And it works. His lips turn down in a scowl, and he roughly grips your hair and thrusts in hard, hitting the back of your throat right when his balls slap into your chin.

“Oh, that’s it,” he moans, picking up the pace. “Attagirl.”

You can’t see the other two, but you hear another zipper. Then your arm is lifted, and your hand is placed on another big, veiny cock. A quick glance to your right confirms it’s the dark-haired one, and his eyes tell you to stroke.

The way your head is bobbing back and forth makes it hard to concentrate on the movements of your hand, but you do your best. You keep waiting for Ch-something to join, but he just watches.

“I want her mouth now,” the dark-haired one says. “Why don’t you do the honors and get those panties off?”

Ch-something speaks up from the couch.

“Naur, her cunt is mine. Fuck her tits, they’re amazing.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Good call,” the blonde replies between deep breaths. “Let’s get her on the bed.”

They pull out of your grip and easily lift you, a pair of hands under your arms and another under your knees. They drop you on the bed on your back, and the quiet one straddles your head with his thick thighs. He positions himself to enter your mouth and checks behind him to see if his friend has enough room to work.

“I’m good,” the blonde assures, straddling your waist and squeezing your breasts together. He slides his dick between them just as the other presses into your mouth.

The quiet one stares at the wall as he thrusts, and you’re kind of grateful. Other than that one sweet moment, his gaze has been severe. You’re not sure how you’d react if he looks at you like that again, but part of you wants to find out.

You reach for his hips and grip gently, seeing if that can initiate eye contact. Nope, his head just falls back instead, and the blonde takes a second to ruffle his hair.

“I know, her mouth is fantastic,” he says before sharing a warning. “Save yourself, though, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Yeah… I know…” he pants in reply, squeezing your head between his strong legs. “This is just… so… good…”

“You know…” Ch-something speaks up again, “I have an idea.”

“What’s that, hyung?” the blonde asks, still sliding his hips forward and back on your chest.

A bag is tossed onto the bed, and something metallic clangs inside. But you’re distracted by the man opening the duffel and the way his T-shirt hugs his biceps while he rummages through it. You can’t wait for him to use you like his friends are.

“These…” he says, holding up something he pulled from the bag, “should be fun.”

You can’t see what’s in his hand, but the way the other two are giggling probably means it’s something exciting — for them at least.

“Fuck yeah, Chan, good looking out,” the blonde cheers, and the other two freeze.

“Dude, really??”

The nameless ones climb off of you and meet Chan at the foot of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as they talk amongst themselves. Chan hands something to each of them, then places his hands on the bed when they go their separate ways.

“So, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Chan announces. “They’re gonna tie you up, and I’m gonna have my way with you.”

He reaches for your skirt and pulls at the zipper, loosening the waistband enough to slide it over your ass and down your legs. He presses his hand flat on the front of your panties, curling his fingers up and over the elastic at the top. He pushes his palm down into your folds, but he leaves the silk be. For now.

“Your body is mine,” he whispers into the skin just above your panty line.

The others have reached the top of the bed at this point, and Chan releases his hold on you. You’re pulled further up the bed and your arms extended so they can handcuff you to the bed posts.

The blonde checks to see if you’re comfortable, the dark-haired one doesn’t care, and Chan is annoyed by them both. The three men meet again at the foot of the bed, hungrily staring down at you.

Chan instructs them to hold your legs while he takes off his boxers and jeans. His large, throbbing cock scares the hell of out of you, but truly in the best possible way.

He crawls onto the bed and kneels between your spread-out legs. His fingertips tease the skin on your inner thighs, then your stomach, then your chest. He positions his hands on either side of your head and hovers above you.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help,” he commands his friends before leaning down to press his lips to your neck. He speaks again, but his next words are for you alone.

“At least you know what name to scream now.”

He parts your lips with his tongue and dips in to explore the familiar landscape of your mouth. You probably spent more time kissing than speaking at the bar, now that you think of it, and that certainly worked in his favor when it came time to convince you to leave with them. He knows exactly what he’s doing with those plump lips.

His mouth goes to your neck next, and he sucks and bites your skin with every intention of leaving marks. He does the same on your chest, then your breasts, then your stomach — quick, painful bites followed by wet suction.

Forgetting your hands are useless to you now, you lightly pull at the headboard. The chain links jingle as you fight against them, but it’s pointless. You can’t push him away or pull him closer. You can only lie there and watch.

He glances up at you with those lustful eyes and a twisted grin, like he loves watching you squirm. He lowers himself to your crotch and runs the silk of your underwear between his fingers.

“These are cute, huh boys?” he calls out, and the others agree. “I wonder how they’ll look in pieces.”

“No-” you start, but Chan interrupts.

“No? I’m sorry, did you say no?” he thunders. “Shut her mouth.”

The blonde releases his hold on your leg and walks to the head of the bed. He closes his big hand over your lips, pushing your head down into the pillow and smugly staring at you with dark eyes.

“Better,” Chan says. “Now, where was I?”

He grips the top of your panties with both hands and pulls… but nothing happens. You giggle into the palm over your mouth. But he pulls harder and glares up at you, holding your gaze as the silk rips almost all the way down the front.

“Not so funny now, eh?” he quips, and the others smirk.

He adjusts his hold on the material and pulls again, tearing it the rest of the way. Four fingers roughly cram into you and curl up and down rapidly.

Your one free leg pulls up toward your chest, and Chan catches it with his idle hand and lifts it over his shoulder. He reaches back for the other and pinches your thigh as he hoists that one up, too.

He pulls his soaked fingers out and slides them in his mouth to taste you. Staring into your eyes, he spits on his hand, rubs it on his cock, and forces himself inside your cunt.

As expected, he’s too big. Your walls stretch around him, barely able to endure his width, and he fills you to the brim length-wise with inches to spare. Regardless of the strain he certainly feels, he doesn’t give you time to adjust. He closes his strong arms over your legs, pressing your skin to his as he pounds his cock into you over and over. You’re afraid something will rip with every thrust.

Your chest rises and falls quickly, and the other two can’t look away from your bouncing breasts. The blonde bites the inside of his cheek as he flicks one nipple and calls his friend over to join. They’re twisting and tweaking the sensitive nubs and there’s nothing you can do. Except…

“Ow! You bitch!”

The blonde lifts his hand from your mouth and slaps you across your cheek.

“She fucking bit me!” he yells.

Chan doesn’t seem to care; he keeps driving in and out of you at the same unrelenting pace. But the other two have rage in their eyes.

“You wanna play rough? We can play rough, sweetheart,” the formerly quiet one says.

He lowers his head to your chest and bites down hard — almost cruelly — on the skin of your breast. He pulls back to examine his work and appears unsatisfied. He goes in for another, and this time, he draws blood.

“Fuck you! What the fuck!” you cry out.

“Dude…” the blonde whispers.

“What?! She doesn’t get to bite you and…” the dark-haired one argues.

“No, I mean… that’s so hot,” his friend clarifies.

It’s the blonde’s turn, and he goes straight for your nipple. He closes his teeth roughly, though not as hard as the bite before, and you whine in pain again.

“Pieces of shit!” you yell. “Get the fuck off of me!”

“Yeah, get off her,” Chan pants. “I have more work to do here if you’re making her scream before I do.”

He releases his hold on your legs and grabs your hips, inclining your lower body up and off the bed. His first thrust at this new angle makes you shudder, and he knows he’s got you now.

He sinks into you again, and you can’t hold back the loud, breathy moan that escapes your lips. Your wrists are starting to feel raw from the handcuffs, and your chest is sore and bruised from all three of them.

You’re in so much pain, but drowning in pleasure, too. The hot tears on your cheeks could be from either or neither or both. Who fucking knows.

“That’s it, baby,” Chan moans. “Cry for me, scream my name.”

“Fuck… Chan,” you whine, getting closer and closer to your climax.

A triumphant smile on his face, Chan nods at the others to return to their positions. They each take a nipple in their mouths, sucking more gently this time — though their gentle is still enough to slurp up a whole drink in one go.

Chan’s thrusts are growing weaker and weaker now, his power draining. He presses a thumb down into your clit hoping it will finish the job.

“Oh my FUCKING… fuck… Chan… CHAN… I… aahh-”

You’re coming on his cock with a force that makes his head spin, and he can’t help but finish deep inside you, too.

There are moans all around — two in ecstasy, two in disappointment. The onlookers detach their lips from your chest and sit on the sides of the bed while the two of you ride out your orgasms.

“Are you fucking serious, Chan?” the blonde asks incredulously and throws his hands up. “You said we were gonna all get a turn before she was spent.”

The dark-haired one keeps his mouth shut, opting to cross his arms over his chest and brood silently once again instead.

Chan pulls out and topples down next to you on the bed. He’s turned to face you, but your eyes are trained on the light fixture above the bed, watching the way the bulb flickers and sparkles. Or is that just in your head?

“Don’t worry boys,” Chan speaks up. “We have all night, and she’s tight as fuck.”

“Yeah, but now you two are gonna nap and we’re still hard,” the blonde whimpers. His face looks so cute when he pouts.

“Then take a nap with us, or suck each other off, whatever,” Chan lazily replies.

The two glance at each other with raised brows, and there’s some other undertone there too. But you’re too lightheaded to care.

Their voices blur together as the room darkens, but you can feel a firm thigh and thick arm lay across your body. Whether you’re being cuddled or trapped isn’t important right now, and you let yourself drift off.

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[iheartchv]

Hey❤️ love your writing style so if you‘re still doing match ups I‘d love one!

I am 5‘2 with blonde hair and brown eyes. People often say I kinda look like a doll but that’s just because I perpetually look 16 while being 28🙈 I‘m confident and would say I am pretty funny (probably just to me) and I love to be creative. I am into writing or just generally re-inventing every room in my apartment all the time. And I recently got into tarot and astrology which was always really interesting to me. I currently work in marketing in the beauty industry and I couldn’t be happier about it because at heart I know Im a girly girl☺️

Hope you have a great day and thank you in advance ❤️

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Keegan P. Russ ☠

I think Keegan would be your match

When he first saw you he couldn't take his eyes off you

You were gorgeous

His team mates saw how smitten he was with you

"Talk to her" Kick would say as he gave Keegan a playful punch on the shoulder

"What would I say to her? 'Hey, I think you're pretty, will you go out with me?'"

Keegan shook his head

"No... She'd probably want a guy wearing a suit and works in an office all day, or the head honcho..."

Logan and Hesh would speak up

"You don't have to ask her out"

"Just say hi."

"That'd be a start"

Well, everything went alright in the end

He saw some guy fighting or arguing with you

He watched carefully in case he needed to intervine

The dude put his hands on you

That was when Keegan yelled "Hey!" and came to your rescue

"You don't treat a lady like that"

Before it could turn into a heated argument between the 2 males, Keegan sent him a look that could kill

When the other male back away, he turned to you

"Are you alright, miss?"

"Yeah. Thanks for saving me"

He was lost for a second in your warm brown eyes

He saw your beautiful smile

He was trying not to blush as it was obvious that he staring at you

🤍

From then on, you kept in touch with Keegan

If you had any troubles with anyone, he offered to drive you to work and back home

You accepted

Whenever you were around him, you felt safe

Like he was body guard or something

Your coworkers would always ask you about him

"Oohhh, who's that guy always picking you up?~"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

You'd only reply with "he's just a friend"

But lately you started to think about him more than you should

You started to notice his features....

His masculine, rugged looks

And when you had dreams about him, it made you feel awkward around him

Butterflies would flutter in your belly

And you'd try not to blush

Your heart felt it was going to explode when your hands slightly brushed

Eventually, one of you were going to have to break the ice

Whoever does ignites the start of your relationship

...it'd probably would be you c;

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[meatballdonut]

I'm Sorry: Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary: Eddie has never liked Y/N, but when Eddie picks. fight with her the truth finally comes out

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, shitty Eddie for a second, bullying

Paring: Eddie Munson X Reader

word count:2,712

Master list

Eddie Munson is the man who can bring a smile to anyone's face. That is anyone except for you. Eddie has done nothing but makes you cry since the day you met. The man who usually is kind to any person he meets, but for some reason he hated you. HE always makes comments on your clothes, your hair, anything he can think of. You've been nothing but nice to Eddie, giving him compliments, giving the boys rides home after the hellfire club meets, and one time, you even offered to do his homework for him. Safe to say, even though he was as mean as he could be to you, you still have a massive crush on him. Maybe it was his hair, the way he dresses, how he doesn't care about anyone's opinions or those big brown doe eyes.

"Hi, Eddie!" Your smile was wide, eyes looking directly at him hoping his attitude towards you was any different than it normally would be. "y/l/n '' He showed no emotion to you, not even looking at you when he spoke. "you should wear different shoes with that outfit, the colors don't match" You were wearing jeans with a pair of converse shoes, how could converses not look good with jeans? "oh, uh.. okay thanks I guess?" you were beginning to be fed up with Eddie, the backhanded compliments. "can you pick the boys up tonight?'' Now he is looking at you, why does he expect you to do things for him when he treats you this way? no matter how much you want to stand up for yourself you can't help but say yes when his big eyes look into yours. "yeah of course" you slap a fake smile on your face to show him that you were okay with the arrangement, even if you really were not okay with it.

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Hell fire was running late, they usually ran a few minutes late when leaving but today was a lot later than normal. The meeting was supposed to end at 10, but it is now 11. You had school work to finish before the next morning. Sitting in your car for another five minutes, you finally decide to go into the hellfire club and see how long they plan on being. 

The hallway was dark, really dark, adding to the creep factor of the hellfire's reputation. You could hear them all laughing and having a good time in general. Knocking quietly, you could hear a few of them go quiet, suddenly the door was ripped open and a furious Eddie was looking back at you. His eyes looked like he was going to kill whomever was interrupting their fun. “H-hi, i was just wondering how long you guys plan on being” you couldn't hold eye contact with him, his eyes drilling holes into you. “You're annoying, you know that right, like, why do you think you can come in here and interrupt our game?” His voice was unwavering and strong, his eyes never leaving your small frame. “Im sorry, i just hav-” No, y/n, you don't get to interrupt MY club” 

All the boys had never seen Eddie be so rude to someone, especially someone who didn't deserve it.``Eddie dude, look at the time she's probably been waiting out there for over an hour” Eddie glances at his watch realizing that Dustin was right, you probably had been waiting out there for over an hour. “I can go back to my car, it's fine, take your time. I'm sorry for interrupting you” You're voice is starting to shake, not daring to make eye contact with anyone out of fear of them seeing your state. “y/n I'm sorry for reacting like that” he seemed genuinely sorry like maybe he finally regrets treating you that way. “no no, you were right, I shouldn't have knocked.” you walk away without letting him speak again, opting to finish with the small amount of kindness he had shown you. Dustin and Mike followed you out knowing they had started later than intended and they didn't want to keep you waiting. Eddie said nothing as the two boys walked out of the room after you. 

The car ride home was silent, the boys not talking and you not turning on any kind of music. The boys know how you feel about Eddie, but they know that he feels the same way about you. What they don't know is why he treats you the way Jason treats him. You said your goodbyes and made your way back to the trailer park you call your home. You only lived four trailers away from Eddie, but this did not change the way he treated you, and it definitely did not encourage him to make any effort to try and hangout with you. 

The next day at school you did everything in your power to try to avoid Eddie as much as possible. You kept your head down when walking from class to class. During lunchtime, you normally sat at the far end of the Hellfire table alongside the group. Today was different, you chose to go sit in the library and work on the homework you've already been assigned today, and with your luck, Jason also chose to be in the library today instead of going to lunch. “Well if it isn't the lady freak, why aren't you with your cult freak?” you cannot seem to catch a break. Between Eddie and Jason school has been hell, nobody allowing you to have a single moment of peace. “I have to catch up on some homework” you follow in your previous footsteps and choose not to meet Jason's eyes, knowing he would be able to see how nervous you were about the situation. “Are you sure you aren't reading up on how to summon the devil?” That was probably the dumbest insult he has ever thrown at you. “You realize how absurd that is right, why would our shitty school library have books on how to summon THE devil, seems like more of a public library thing to me” your sudden confidence did nothing but anger Jason more.” sound to me like you and your group of freaks actually do like that devil worship crap” you knew when he started talking about actually worshiping the devil the conversation was going to take a turn for the worse, sometimes even getting a bit physical. “ no that's not what I said, you should work on your listening” his eyes seem to ignite with anger, and his giant ego not liking how you decided to speak to him. So of course his next course of action was to grab you by the back of your head and slam it against the table. “That should teach you to not worship the devil freak” and with that he finally walked away, leaving you with a bleeding nose and a heavily bruised forehead. Not wanting to be in the same room as Jason, you choose to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Not wanting to bring unwanted attention to yourself. 

After cleaning yourself up you realize you have another 15 minutes left of the lunch period. Not wanting to go back to the library you go to the only other place you could, the lunch room. Back to the table with Eddie, you would rather see Jason again than Eddie. Upon your arrival at the lunch table, you didn't say anything, no hellos no explanation as to why your face was now bruised and nose slightly crooked. All you did was sit down and put your head down to avoid any conversation or questions. 

As you sat there you could hear them talking quietly about your mood, absence, and sudden arrival with injuries. “What do you think happened” Dustin has always been kind to you know how you usually try to avoid any kind of conflict. “She probably fell down the stairs, I'm sure she's fine” the ever so smart guy in the group, Mike, thinks his revelation is the most genius thing he's ever thought. Everyone quickly goes quiet and just looks at him, letting him know that his idea is definitely not the right one. They start trying to come up with some other ideas as to what might have happened when the man who did the damage to you walks up to the table. “y/n, funny seeing you twice in one period. I see you went back to your freak table” You didn't move or acknowledge his presence in any way. “ Buzz off Jason '' Eddie finally speaks, seemingly having been lost in thought since your arrival at the table. “I'm not talking to you freak, I'm talking to the other freak at the table” You still did not move and did not make any eye contact with anybody sitting at the table. Jason, having the biggest power trip of his life, did not like that you were blatantly ignoring him. “Look at me” his voice was serious, and you could tell he meant it. “I said, Look at me” once again, he grabs you by the hair and forces you to look at him, tears filling your eyes as fear fills your body. You know none of the younger boys wouldn't dare stand up to Jason for you, and since Eddie doesn't like you in any way you know he won't do anything to help you either. To your surprise, Jason was pulled off of you. You look up to see Eddie, eyes full of rage and fire, holding Jason by the collar. “You can pick on me all you want, but you do NOT, lay a hand on her” He doesn't look at you, all his attention focused on Jason. “Do you understand?” The question sounded more like a threat than a genuine question. Jason doesn't speak, only nodding his head yes while trying not to look like he was scared out of his mind. After a few seconds, while still holding Jason by the collar, He turns to you. “Did he do that to you?” His voice suddenly filled with concern, and his eyes full of sympathy. You give him the biggest nod yes that you could muster, and with that. Eddie looks back at Jason ``I think you owe the pretty lady an apology yeah?” He was holding onto Jason's shirt so tightly Jason's face started turning red. “I'm- I'm sorry y/n”. You break eye contact as fast as you could, and before you know it, Eddie is pulling his arm back, but before he can follow through with the intended punch, you gently put your hand on his arm. 

He gives you a questioning look and all you do is give him a small head shake no. “you're better than him.” your voice comes out small like it always was but this time it was different. Instead of it is just because you were nervous, it was because you were scared. Not scared of Eddie, scared of Jason. He let go of Jason who quickly ran back to his friends. Soon after the lunch bell rang, letting everyone know that it was time to go back to class. You quickly gather all your belongings and leave the lunch room hoping to put this entire day behind you. You go through the last two classes not paying any attention to what the teacher was saying, you couldn't stop thinking about how Eddie played the role of your protector, saving you from any further injuries. You couldn't get the way he looked at you out of your head, instead of his eyes being filled with the usual annoyance, he was concerned for you. 

Soon the day ended, finally, you could go home and forget that any of this ever happened. You began the long walk back to your trailer but you didn't get very far until Eddie's signature broken-down van pulled up beside you. You could feel fear swell inside of you again. What was he doing? Was he mad that you caused a scene? When he rolled down the window all he said was “get in.” not daring to anger him you entered the vehicle and kept your head down. Embarrassment and fear leave you silent. When the van finally came to a stop you realized you were not at your trailer, but his. “Why are we here?” your voice once again filled with fear at the lack of an idea as to why Eddie Musnon, the man who despised your presence, brought you to his trailer. “Why do you think so?” you didn't have a response, assuming he just parked the van at his house because you lived so close. You got out of the van and began the much shorter walk to your trailer. “Where ya going sweetheart?” the new nickname throwing you for a loop.``h-home?”  His eyes seem soft and caring, “no no no, that won't work. Someone gotta play doctor”  You froze and slowly turned back to him and his home, walking inside with him “you don't have to do this, I know you don't really like me, I can fix my nose at home” he doesn't reply and leads you into the bathroom, instructing you to sit on the toilet as he digs through his cabinets pulling out bandages and anything else he thinks will help. “I'm sorry” his normal loud and confident voice is suddenly quiet. “For what?’ not knowing what he is apologizing for. “I've been awful to you, you've been so nice to me, and I do like you. I just, ice had the biggest crush on you since we met. You were one of the only people to not label me before getting to know me and you were nice and shy. But I was horrible to you, and you were still always nice to me. So, I'm sorry” He likes you, and he has a crush on you. “Woah” Really, after all, that all you could say was woah? “Yeah” he gives a dry laugh as he speaks. “I think you're great y/n, I don't know why it took you having a broken nose for me to finally stop being a jerk.”  while he's talking he puts stuff on your forehead to make sure the bruise fades and puts a bandaid on the small scratch that is alongside the bruise. “This next part is gonna hurt sweetheart, you can squeeze my leg or something if you need to” you knew what he was about to do, and before you could protest, he quickly popped the bones in your nose back together as you let out a strangled cry. That seems to be what finally makes you break as you start sobbing he pulls you into a tight hug. “You did great, you did such a good job” he looks at you with a small smile, he looks both sad and happy at the same time. “What are you smiling for Munson?” you match his smile with your own, making him get even bigger “oh nothing, I've just got this pretty lady sitting on my toilet” The added statement about the toilet made you laugh, not a chuckle, a laugh. Eddie soon joins your laughter. “I have had a crush on you since we met too” His eyes grew to the size of saucers, his big brown eyes sparkling as they met yours. “Well isn't that a coincidence?” you both smile while looking at each other in contentment, "why were you so mean to me Eds?" his demeanor changed now suddenly filled with sadness and regret. "I didn't want people to know I liked you, I was hoping that if it seemed like I didn't like you the popular kids would leave you alone. I see that my plan did not work, I'm so sorry sweetheart, I promise I will never be mean to you again."

"you do want to hang out here for a while?" he sounded hopeful like he was asking you to be there instead of if you wanted to be there. "yeah id like that" with a smile on both of your faces, you watched T.V. for the rest of the day, cuddled against one another.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #bring eddie back #eddie munson st4 #eddie my beloved #eddiemunson #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst #stranger things season 5 #stranger things #eddie my love

[adickaboutspoons]

List five of your least-popular fics, as well as when/why you wrote them. Tag five people to play. Shamelessly stolen from someone foolish enough to say they were tagging "anyone who wants to play." I'm going to go ahead and interpret "least-popular" as "has received fewest hits"? I mean, I have a (prolly unhealthy) spreadsheet with data like the ratio of kudos:hits, which is PROLLY the most accurate way of determining what was well-liked by the people who read it, but that's also possibly just speculation (except Like I Want to be Awake, my beloved. It's got the lowest ratio of them all, and even the people who were nice enough to comment have mentioned that the ending is a bit of a downer because it's canon-compliant. So I can easily imagine that readers getting to the end of 16K and being mad about the "downer ending" that I didn't warn for). Anyway. Unbelievable: written in August 2023 in response to @ofmd-dailyquest prompt: Make Up Unbelievable Stories about The Most Fearsome Pirate. I'm not surprised this one has so few hits. It's T-rated (generously, could easily be G), and Jeffery Fettering is the POV character. Who's that? Exactly (The answer is the guy who approached him in the tavern in Bridgetown). Just because I like to imagine the string of repressed white dudes inspired to piracy that Stede leaves in his wake doesn't mean it's gonna be everyone's cuppa. It's about Jeffery and his tavern buddies making up nasty stories about Blackbeard's exploits to entertain themselves and Jeffery realizing that they're all full of shit and he's bored out of his skull and hitting much closer to the truth than he knows.

Hook Head Man Tale: written in April 2023 in response to another @ofmd-dailyquests prompt: Learn the Hook Head Man Tale (Bonus: Discover how he Eats and how he Kisses). Another one I'm not surprised about. It's G-rated, and it's kind of bad on purpose (from a technical writing stand-point; it's written in the style of Young Stede's first self-insert fan fiction, so it's pretty self-indulgent and overwrought). It's the story of Young Stede meeting a creature with a hook for a head because he's under a curse. And breaking that curse to reveal it was really a fairy with long black hair and big brown eyes all along... When a Good Plan Comes Together: written in September 2023. Ed and Stede plan a fuckery together for the first time after the reunion, and get caught up in the giddy euphoria of it and wind up making love on the paper-covered table. I've talked smack about it before. It's fine, and there's actually some pretty excellent metaphors and lovely turns of phrase in there, but mostly I'm cross with myself for lazily glossing over both the actual plan of the fuckery and the actual sex. Stede Sonnets: started in December 2023, but I add new ones every now and again when the fancy takes me. Exactly what it says on the tin - sonnets either about or from the perspective of Stede. Poetry isn't everyone's jam, so yeah - another one that I'm not particularly surprised it's not popular. Under Par: written in June 2023. Stede is golfing with the Badmintons and hating life. Ed is a flirty cart-girl (delivering beverages and snacks to golfers on the links) to the rescue! Remember when there was that 2-second clip of Taika in his Blackbeard get-up riding around in a golf cart in the bts footage from a Rita Ora music video? And we were so desperately starved for any news at all about the second season that we all lost our minds? So this is a little modern AU based on that clip and comments it inspired. It was v. much an "of the moment" fic, and now that we've all moved on from the moment, I'm not surprised there's not any interest in reading this one anymore. Ironically, this has the highest kudos:hits ratio of all my fics, so even though it's not been read by many, I guess those who did read it generally liked it? Tagging @bizarrelittlemew, @chocolatepot, @emi--rose, @epersonae, & @forpiratereasons

And, of course, anyone who wants to play 😉

#ofmd fic #ofmd #our flag means death #tag game

[nikkisixxsgirlfriend]

les filles désir

eddie x artist!reader

[containing dustin being eddies wingman]

you looked up at him.at his long wavy hair,his leather and denim jacket combo,his rings,his eyes.he was on your mind 24/7. constantly running around your thoughts.you stared at him whenever you got the chance.you mentally noted the things he would say and all of the little habits he had.

he had never noticed you staring.everyone stared at him for their own reasons so he just blocked it out.making it easier for you to look.easier for you to study him and his movements and copy those into your sketches.

whenever you mindlessly started drawing they always managed to turn into something eddie related.you had memorized every part of him.and thats why you had sketchbooks filled with him.

you had this infatuation with him.you couldnt help it.

robin always teased about your crush on him,and your drawings.and in turn you teased her about vicky and her marching band uniform.

today was like every other day.you were in the cafeteria,sketchbook in hand,talking to robin.looking at eddie.

the guys at hellfire always used to point you out to him.nudged him when they saw you looking.but eddie shrugged it off,pretending he didnt notice,or didnt care.when people looked at him,it usually wasnt for any good reason.

and today was no different.dustin starting it off with "shes starting again." making all the boys look in your general direction. "dude,you have to talk to her." "shes probably just looking and laughing,like all the other assholes in this school." eddie said,taking a bite out of garetths food.

"youve never seen how she looks at you then."mike scoffed. and it was true.hed never seen you staring.he didnt dare to look.to see your eyes glues to him,fixated on him.in the most tender way.

"we have this conversation every day." he sighed. "and everyday you refuse to look." dustin said. "fine,if i look can you all just drop this." he said. "deal,if you look at her,we'll never say anything about it again."

and so he did.he looked at where dustin had pointed.he saw robin,her short hair and her mouth moving a hundred miles an hour as she spoke to you.you,the person not paying attention to robin.the person with a dazed,dreamy expression,staring directly at him.

your eyes met and you turned away,startled.

you really had been staring at him.it made eddies heart jump.henderson was right.that little shit.

he'd never forget the way you looked at him.like he was the only person in that crowded room.your eyes stuck on him.

your eyes always found him.whenever you stepped into a room you immediately found his long brown hair.

you were sitting in your final class of the day.sketchbook open as you paid no attention to your teacher.you sat in the back in a corner,you werent one for drawing attention to yourself.

earlier,at lunch dustin and the rest of hellfire gave eddie a peptalk.they gave him their best advice on how to approach you. all of them practically yelling their overlapping ideas at him.dustin raising his hands and telling everyone to shut up.

"look eddie," he said with this mature act like he was an old man bestowing his knowledge "as one of the people here in an actually serious relationship,let me give you some advice."

the advice was along the lines of being himself,using hair spray and a couple of really bad jokes,cut off by mike suggesting getting you flowers.leading to a fight between the two boys making the rest of hellfire laugh.

as you looked up to make sure your teacher wasnt actually saying anything important your eyes drifted and found him.usually he'd be scribbling some notes down or playing with his stationery today he was...

posing.

like those greek statues you saw.he was still for one second and looking out the window the next,his side profile being directly in your vision.he rested his chin on his hand,then dramatically pretended to get shot in the heart,clutching at his chest.

you laughed a little making eddie smile as he turned to you.you suposed he was just doing them as a joke to make people laugh but no one seemed to be paying any attention to him.except you.

as much as it was most likely a joke it gave you perfect references so as he went through the poses,you sketched.he caught on to what you were doing after a while and slowed his movements.your sketches were small doodles in the corner of your pages rather than something big.

when class ended you grabbed your things and headed off to your locker."so,how did they turn out?"eddie smiled. you smiled back,you had never shown people your drawings and you were scared they wouldnt be all that good.

eddie looked at you waiting "they probably arent that good,you wouldnt like them." you said as an excuse. "well thats for me to find out."he said.

he had that smile on his face.like everything was going to be fine.eddie didnt seem like the type to point and laugh,he seemed like he was genuinely interested.so you handed him the book.

"these are.."eddie began you waited for a correction or some sort of judgement. "amazing." he said it with this genuine voice.and flipped through the rest of the pages.each one covered in drawings and doodles of him.and then he turned a page containing him,and his sleeves rolled up,and a tattoo on his arm.one he didnt have yet.

"that one-that was just an idea i had.im not a creep,i know that the pages would suggest otherwise but i swear i-im not like obsessed with you,youre just-youre easy to draw,not like in a mean way,definitely not,you just have these beautiful features and-" you were doing what robin usually did,rambling.and you couldnt stop yourself.

you only shut up when you looked up at a smiling eddie.he looked at you like you always did to him,like you were the only person in the world.you opened your mouth about to continue but you were cut short by dustin.

"___,eddie,how lovely it is to see you two." he had this smug smile on his face. "im afraid i have to steal eddie away from you for a while."he said,grabbing eddie and pulling him away.he was suprisingly strong for a fifteen year old.

before you had time to respond eddie was already gone,and so was your sketchbook.shit.

the weekend had passed by,filled with you rambling to robin.and now it was monday morning.you were sitting in chem lab talking to jonathon.

when someone sat next to you,pushing your sketchbook towards you.you turned to see eddie.and then his arm,giving you back the book.a new tattoo on his arm.the one you had designed.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4

[generic-anime-boy-bracket]

Round 2, Group B: Matchup 1

Pyotr Sergeyevich Belov vs Shinji Ikari

Reasons for being generic + Propaganda below

Pyotr Sergeyevich Belov

Reasons:

PLEASE. Every single time I find an artwork that LOOKS LIKE HIM. I have to double check whether the art is MazM: Pechka related or just a random dude that somehow looks like Pyotr because of his design. This has happened to me A LOT. I once sent my friend a fanart of him, and she thought it was a fanart of the anime "Free!" (i understand) I LOVE HIM THOUGH I WISH HE WAS POPULAR - mod

Propaganda:

hes the reason why i made this blog you should be thankful and vote him for Generic Anime Boy. he can speak 4 languages... also hes my second born child. u guys should totally make fanarts of him<3 defending pyotr forever<3 hes a sopping wet kittie................. except hes allergic to cats...................... so hes allergic to himsel..... - mod

Shinji Ikari

Reasons:

- Messy black hair - Whiny - Has a tsundere friend - "Friend" - Wears the most boring fucking clothing

Normcore king. He is just A Guy. He’s the first character I thought of when I saw your intro post. 

Most normal kid with depression and abandonment issues ever (and I say this very lovingly). His hair is brown and short with generic bangs, his eyes are brown. Literally just some guy (before the horrors (tm)) His default outfit is black shirt, white dressing shirt, black pants, white shoes (which is also his school uniform)

He just wants to go to high school, have weird feelings about girls, and brood about his relationship with his father. He does not want to get in the fucking robot

He’s a teenager with short black hair and a button up top and uniform pants. Given the iconic status of NGE, I wouldn’t be surprised if Shinji’s design served as a basis for every generic modern mecha/isekai series to come after.

Propaganda:

Your honor, he's so dislikable

He deserves a win after going through the horrors(tm). I know a lot of people don't like Shinji BECAUSE he's "too generic/depressed to be a main character" but if anything that should make him win. He's my blorbo ok? He was literally just some guy who one day got the fate of the world in his hands out of nowhere and when he reasonably is like "yo I'm like super depressed, this is only making me more mentally ill than I already was" everyone goes "ok, pussy much? Call the wambulance" and I think he deserved better. Also he's gay (or at the very least bisexual), so like diversity win. Let him win. Also if he wins we can all say "Congratulations, Shinji" like in the anime

One of the classic 90s anime everymen

Roasts of his design aside, Shinji is a genuinely great and fascinating protagonist. His struggles with depression, identity, self worth and hedgehogs dilemma are compelling to watch and, for a then socially anxious teenage me, were at times crushingly relatable. He’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but he still has a place in my heart.

#generic anime boy bracket #pyotr sergeyevich belov #mazm pechka #mazm #pechka #shinji ikari #ikari shinji #neon genesis evangelion #nge shinji #nge

[early20sfailingplenty]

Danny Johnson fic ideas! He is super meticulous and follows his victims closely for a long time, he's really into stalking to get to know his victims so! I work at a coffee shop and would love it if he got to know me by being a regular my shop. We laugh and talk and flirt, I only know him by his civillian persona, Jen Olson, but he stalks me outside of work as Danny. Totally becomes obsessed with me and gets off on the dichotomy of being the nice regular customer and the cold hearted killer planning my eventual end. He also loves me being so unaware of his true nature. What seals the deal of hooking his interest in me is my Final Girl tattoo on my right forearm that is underlined with a bloody hunting knife. He wants me to be HIS final girl and sees the potential in me. Just something about his thought process and being so into me. Also maybe some breaking and entering and him being a creep going through my undwear drawer and/or watching me sleep (which I tend to do naked 👀) and taking small mementos. I own a lotta chapstick and mugs, he could probably take one without me noticing, or he takes a well loved one because he WANTS me to notice and get confused. General details, I love the color red, like a candy apple red and plaid. I love leggings and skirts and crop tops at home. I wear glasses. I usually have my hair in a bun at work and in a high pontytail at home when I'm cooking or writing, and down the rest if the time, its brown and falls to about midback. He loves to watch me cook and bake which I do often. Can be as NSFW as you want, sexual and violent is encouraged! I like him DARK! He could do something to me while or not, could just watch, (as if he wouldn't jerk off to me, or on me, while I slept.) But use your discretion! I trust you! Thank you again SO much, I love you dude! ❤ ~ @bisexual-horror-fan

Bex!!! My beloved!!!!😭😭😭💖💖💖First of all, a biiiiiig big happy birthday to YOU!!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍You're amazing, I love you so much, and I hope you have a day as wonderful as you!!!😭🫂💖💖💖 Second, I'm more than a little nervous to be posting this because until you sent this in, I had no idea what DBD was, I didn't know who Danny Johnson was, etc. etc. so I went into all the research I did totally blind (I'd be happy to share this with you once you've read this if you wanna know👀, but obviously while this was in the works I had to keep it all quiet), but I hope it all paid off and that you're able to connect with and enjoy this piece! I went in and I'm really excited for you to read it! It was a challenge to go dark but that's what makes it fun! I'll stop talking now and let you read! MWAH ~

Seek and destroy // Danny Johnson x Final Girl!Bex

TW; stalking, swearing, dramatic irony (my beloved💗), predatory behaviour from Danny, Bex is a fly in the web, obsessive behaviour, you're a to-be murder victim and you don't know it until you do, descriptions of physical violence and gore, Danny's a creep, broken boundaries, theft of possessions, NSFW, somnophilia (kind of), non/dub-con (male masturbation; Danny gets off to you while you're sleeping without you knowing and without your consent), panty sniffing, this is the darkest thing I've ever written and that includes the time I wrote about reader trying to kill themselves by sitting in Vincent's chair (yeah I went IN for you with this💕), NOT X READER!!! but you're welcome to read!!! Contains physical descriptions of Bex, personalised with permission (duh, it's your birthday gift), implicit cannibalism references, kind of meta because this references other horror films and other slashers (it fits in with the Scream origins of Danny, okay?), no dialogue, cum eating (Danny). He's a depraved, filthy bastard and you love him for it.

Word count: 3, 353.

Oh, but you are beautiful.

You don't even know it, do you?

You don't know that he's been watching you for weeks already. You don't know that he's watched you working through the window of your workplace, hidden by the darkness within him but also by the shadows afforded to the tall buildings which smother the skyline. You don't know that he knows your work schedule, he knows the particular routine you carry out to settle into a shift, he knows the routine you have to mentally leave the shift as you clock out. You don't know that you're in very grave danger. You don't know any of his plans, you don't know the game he's playing, you don't know that you don't know that he's a vicious, sadistic murderer who has been plotting your violent murder this entire time.

You don't know.

But Danny knows, and he supposes that it's more fun for him if you stay in the dark, where he wants you. Where you have been for the last month while he has stalked you, learned you, studied you, mapped you out, unravelled you for who you are and put you back together in the way he wants you to be... oh, but your potential is divine... the anticipation of what he's going to do to you, of what he is already doing to you, makes the chase, the hunt, the kill, all of it, even sweeter than it already is.

It was Danny Johnson who stepped into the shadows when you began your shift five hours ago, but it is Jed Olson who enters your coffee shop.

It is the beginning of the end, of your end and he is so excited.

Let the shadow games begin.

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The first part of the game was silly, light-hearted. There was some kind of sick... joy in knowing something that you didn't. His impulsivity came from knowing that he could get away with what he was doing to you, with you; he was leading you down a slowly unwinding path which was of your own making. A joint effort, though only one party was privy to such information. From the very get go, Danny got off on the way he really was and the way you saw him. The way he wanted you to see him. Danny Johnson was sadistic, patient, a man in control who planned murders weeks in advance. The anticipation always made for a greater pay-off when the end was finally delivered. He was careful at crime scenes, a delicious, sick contrast to the way he was light-hearted towards the actual murder. But Jed Olson, oh... he always greeted you with a wide smile and gave modest responses to the flirtations you met him with. There was something about him which drew you towards him; like a moth to a flame. You would be burned, and it would make or break you, though you didn't know that. Yet. The dichotomy between who he really was and who he played for you kept him on his toes, and it only set to lure you further into the trap.

For every drink he ordered (always and deliberately your favourite, for he enjoyed the smile which lit up your gorgeous face like a Christmas tree as you complimented him on his tastes), for every cup you scrawled 'Jed' on, for every smile you gave him as he entered and left your coffee shop, you both turned further and faster down the dark road, tendrils of the achromatic heart he possessed, a withered and shrivelled thing, wrapping tighter and tighter around your own with every exchange.

You didn't suspect it, you couldn't even begin to guess at the severe mortal danger in which you found yourself.

You didn't know.

And so everything was going according to his carefully calculated, carefully arranged ritualistic sadistic game.

It was a game.

One of shadows, of deceit, of violence, of stalking, of his predation and your vulnerability, of broken boundaries... the game had more rounds than Danny had initially planned, but wasn't that what made it the most fun?

When the game surprised him and practically played itself, he knew it was a good one.

There was so much potential in you and he was eager to keep you caught like a fly in his web of lies so that he could reveal to you your truest, darkest self. You were right there, hidden beneath your surface, hidden underneath the underneath. Or so he told himself to begin with. Months to the day he decided to start following you, getting to know you in a very intense, very one-sided relationship, he started to follow you outside of your workplace. He merged your two realities so seamlessly that if he let his control slip for even a moment, he would lose track of whose routine was whose, whose home was whose. You were well and truly in the belly of the beast, swimming in hydrochloric acid waiting to be digested. You were right there, fresh and ready for the taking. For his taking. Wasn't that what you wanted? To go down in a fight? To stand up and take your life for your own, to take it back from the world which sought only to take and take and take; he knew intimately how exhausted you were after your six day work weeks. He knew well what those nine hour shifts did to you, how early you had to be awake to begin your day. You fought every single day and Danny had yet to figure out if you were aware of how strong you truly were. You were destined to be more than what you already were, he just had to get underneath your surface and dig you out of yourself.

You... You were made to be a final girl... no, no, that wasn't right, hang on... You were made to be his final girl. The tattoo on your right forearm told him everything he needed to know, and a part of him longed to launch over the counter top, seize your arm in his and carve his initials into the tattoo, on the bottom right hand side of the bloody hunting knife which underlined the bold 'final girl'. You wore your potential with pride, he had noted that very first day of visiting you in your coffee shop. Much fun was to be had in breaking you down and making you into who you really were... that dark light inside of you was to be his. You were made to be his, with just a bit more time, a lot more patience and persistence, and you would be dragged to your real self, kicking and screaming and soaked in blood – whether your own or someone else's was entirely up to you. Danny wasn't entirely heartless; you got to have a say in the end result, too. You just didn't get a say in how or when or why you got there.

That honour was Danny's.

One afternoon after another, he followed you home. Always at a safe distance, always three people behind you. It didn't matter if you saw his build way off in the crowd or not; Jed was fresh-faced, no mask, no costume, but Danny was masked as Ghost Face and stuck to the shadows; you had no way of knowing that the two were one and the same. Hell, nine times out of ten, you didn't even register the way the door to your living space took a little bit longer to close than it used to, as Danny darted in just before it could slam shut on you.

Danny stuck to the shadows so well that he became your shadow.

He was the slasher to your final girl.

Despite his patient approach to the way he stalked you and lived your life alongside you, with you totally oblivious all the while, unaware of his true nature, unaware that Danny and Jed were the same person (or even that Danny existed; he covered his tracks so well that you never thought to look for them. Why would you, when they were never visible?), Danny grew bored of just sneaking into your home and watching you cook or write, your hair in a ponytail. It was a different style to how you wore it when you were at work – it was interesting to Danny, because he and Jed were different, too, though his work was wholly different and entirely more sinister than your own. It was a bit of a stretch, the comparison, but he made it all the same as he began to think of ways to allude to you that there was something going on.

The solo round of his sadistic game was over and now... oh, now, it was your turn to play.

Every final girl deserved a chance. The fight wasn't fair, the play was rough and dirty, but he liked it like that, and he knew after all this time that you did, too. So much potential, so much raw energy just waiting to be cultivated, so much fun to be had.

It started with going through your underwear drawer while you were busy cooking in the kitchen. You were only rooms away, totally unaware of the violation of your boundaries... not the first and certainly not the last of many which Danny sought to bestow upon you. Like gifts, if you were. Strange, depraved, unwelcomed gifts. For now. But one day, oh... one day, he would cash in those receipts, and the gift of your life essence would run down his gloved hands, crimson rivulets seeping into the seams of the leather he favoured, staining his skin and leaving a metallic taste on his tongue. He hadn't yet had the pleasure of tasting you, but he would soon.

Some slashers chose to consume their victims in the physical sense. Some chose to eat away at their victims' resolve strand by strand until the victim unravelled at the seams and became a shell of themselves. Some chose to strip away at souls until the spirit broke. Some chose other methods, other means, but they all lead to the same sensation being fulfilled, the same cravings being satiated in a primal, predatory manner: taste. Touch. Possession.

Mine.

Was all Danny was thinking as he watched you get ready for bed. You slept naked, he noticed, and it only made it that much easier for him to get off on what he was putting you through. Whether or not you knew about it now, you would eventually, and that level of trauma would be with you for life. Danny would walk beside you, hidden in your shadows, for the rest of your life, and you had no idea. Yet.

He wanted to introduce himself to you. Slowly, slowly. You were a frog in a pot of water, the temperature turning in small increments from a simmer up to the boil, and it would be too late for you to hop out by the time you realised what was happening to you, what had been happening to you for almost a year by the time he decided to take a few momentos from your bedroom. To get you ready to meet him by planting a seed of suspicion in a mind as sharp, as beautiful, as yours. You were a work of art, but every art piece needs the artists' signature, and he would sign you off with a flick of his wrist, the flash of his blade... with a flourish worthy of the final girl you were.

You owned a lot of chapsticks and a lot of mugs; there was no way you would be able to use them all regularly, but Danny knew that you did. You had your favourites, of course, and you had your favourites, but you did use all your mugs, and all your chapsticks. You had such a big heart, plenty of room in your life, and with your love of horror and fantasy, Danny knew that there was plenty of room in you for him. Not that he would or could ever give you a choice. He had taken that away from you the very first day he had strolled into your coffee shop with a disarming smile as he ordered your favourite hot drink; white hot chocolate with cinnamon steamed in the milk. Very creamy, a little spicy, very sweet... like you.

You are what you consume, isn't that what people say?

The image of you spread out in bed, naked, sleeping and dead to the world, combined with famous quotes completely divorced from their original contexts, had Danny palming himself through his leathers. He got off on what he had been doing to you for all of this time, but never before had he been surrounded by you – your body, your scent, your possessions... the hand not palming himself found the collection of your favourite chapsticks and snagged the one you had used that morning. You would notice it wasn't there, you used it a lot of the time as your default option, and he could tell by the way the label was starting to peel off by the lid that it was a well loved chapstick.

You would notice it missing.

And in time, you would notice him, too.

No final girl ever gets away without first confronting her slasher. It's the ritual, the... the formula of any good horror film.

You stretched in bed, your arms over your head, your duvet crept down from your shoulders to just beneath your breasts, your chest rising and falling with every breath. Their numbers limited. Danny wondered what it would be like to climb atop your slumbering form and wrap his deft fingers around the column of your throat as you slept. Your pulse would thunder against his fingers, your body would jerk and writhe due to the oxygen deprivation, your eyes would be blown wide... or maybe you wouldn't wake. Maybe he would only make sure you never woke up, forever lost in a dream made only for you, dredged up from the oceanic depths of your vivid imagination. He would only get to kill you once, and that scenario wasn't how he wanted to do it.

He swatted the thought away like it was nothing more pesky than a fly as he undid his trousers and pulled himself out. He was rock hard, his head bright red and weeping. For you. For the way your walls would welcome him, for the way your back would arch into him but your hips would pull back into the mattress, the pleasure he would gift to you before his own pleasure somehow too much and yet... not enough.

He needed more.

How would your blood spray as he slashed your throat? Or, perhaps he would mimic your favourite slasher and slash you three times up the back, like claws, like... like a wild animal. He certainly wanted to fuck you like you were animals. He wanted you on all fours, your arse up in the air and your face down in a pillow (so easy would it be to smother you while he pounded into you from behind... you would be too lost in pleasure to notice him pressing you down by the nape of your neck, fingers delved into your brown hair, and you would lose consciousness and simply never wake up again). He wanted you under him, above him, but he mostly wanted you at his side. The final girl, the slasher's undoing. But you two would buck that trend, you would be partners in life and in crime. You had the potential and he wanted to make it his.

He wanted to make you his.

Black underwear in his peripheral vision.

Danny contorted his body and snagged them off the floor. He could just smell you through his mask and your sleepy noises, lost were you to the world, only spurred him on as he pressed the dirty panties to his mask as tightly as he could. He wouldn't take his mask off; it would ruin the ambience, make it only too easy for you to win the game before you had really begun to play if you woke up before he could finish, his hand working to get himself off as he thumbed at the beads of pre-cum gathering at his tip. He was red raw and it reminded him briefly of the candy red colour you favoured. You looked so good in red. One day, Danny would make you wear a crimson cape... again, whether it was your own or someone else's blood would be your own choice. But it would happen.

He had you so close to him and yet, so far, and on his legs did he stagger to your bedside, looking down at you as he continued to masturbate over you. Having you even closer to him only fuelled the speed at which he jerked himself off and as he bent over (somewhat awkwardly, but it was doable) to sniff your hair, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other tightly holding the panties he stole off your floor, you moaned in your sleep. He wondered what, who, you were dreaming about. For all his attempts, he couldn't climb into your head, and it enraged him. Still, in time, he would come to possess your mind, your body, your heart, your soul, he would consume you for all that you were as he took from you all that you could be. Life was full of possibilities and he wanted to take them from you, he would take them from you.

Thoughts of feeling you writhing beneath him as he murdered you tipped him over the edge in his mind from which he clung by his fingertips and he came with barely a sound, thick ropes of cum spilling over his head and dripping onto your abdomen. Your face creased lightly at the impact of wet where there shouldn't be and Danny watched as you settled again. You had no idea of how much danger you were in, of how much danger you had always been in, ever since he had decided that you were to be his next passion project, his next game and victim.

But you were to be the one who didn't get away, the one who met him where he was, the one who became his final girl. His, his, his.

His final girl.

Danny's chest heaved as he removed his mask, broke his own boundary while breaking so many of yours that it would be quicker and easier to list the ones he hadn't broken. By far, it was a shorter list.

He bent down some more and flattened his tongue along your abdomen, scooping up his cum with little fuss. You whimpered, shifted under what he was doing, and the taste of you had his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck, why hadn't he done this sooner? Life was no fun without risks and Danny had put all of his and some of your own onto the table as he cleaned you up, tucked himself away, put your dirty panties in one of his many pockets, and stole out of your bedroom window as quickly as he had climbed through it.

Saliva glistened on your abdomen, exposed to the cool natural air, but you didn't wake. You slept on, unencumbered by the man who was stealing you from yourself, piece by piece by piece, until you would have nothing left. And then he would take more. And more. And more. Until your life left your eyes, your blood cooled on his blade, your body stilled, and he rejoiced.

But not yet.

Tomorrow, Jed would order coffee, Danny would plan, you would work, and all would go well for one of you.

For the other?

Nothing would ever be the same again.

It remained to be seen who would be who, and wasn't that fun?

Danny thought so.

#danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #dbd ghostface #bisexual-horror-fan #bex my beloved

[jacqcrisis]

A few key character write-ups for monster cook man and his gym rat dudebro

Ezekiel 'Zeke' - 26ish (doesn't know his actual age). His first name is actually Beau but he vastly prefers his middle name over it. Originally from an isolated community made of his species in Southern Tennessee, he left in his mid teens to avoid what was essentially an arranged marriage. Given he's gay, Zeke had no intention of getting handed off to another commune and spent a few years hitchhiking across the US. Eventually landed in the city he's in now and almost immediately got arrested for the theft and consumption of someone's labrador. Served 9 months in a Fae correctional facility before getting let out on probation, landed a job as a dishwasher at the restaurant, and, within a year, had been moved to the kitchen. Zeke is easy going, very protective of his privacy, slow to trust, reliable, hard to anger, and relatively non-confrontational. He has a relatively deep raspy voice and has a noticeable accent that does not sound like it should come from him. Did not have any formal schooling and has about a 4th grade level education, though he's a clever guy. Likes cooking for people, knitting, baseball, and subby witch dudes.

Caleb - 21. He’s 6′2″, curly brown hair, pretty blue eyes, broad shouldered, stereotypical attractive dude. Brought up in an upper middle class witch household from the suburbs and has two sisters (one older and one younger) and kind of ambivalent parents who just want him to marry into a good witch family. Was a jock in high school and was on the football and basketball teams. Due to a few sports injuries, he became very interested in magical physical therapy and recovery, and has decided that to be his career. Big fitness guy, stereotypical college dude, a quick learner for some things but has the intuition and critical thinking skills of a rock. Relatively gullible, always happy to help, social, vain to a degree, can be high strung under enough pressure. He enjoys his sports, finds cleaning and working out meditative, and loves posting thirst traps on social media. FDA approved, grade A grass-fed himbo.

Grandma - mid 60s. Owner of the restaurant. Real name is Constance. Is called Grandma by all of her employees and younger members of her community. A very well respected witch among the city's supernatural population and generally regarded with disdain by the Fae. A no nonsense woman who never leaves her house without her two cane corsos at her side. While she leaves most of the day to day restaurant managing to her youngest daughter, she does come in at least once a week, usually on Sundays. Has softly adopted Zeke and is allowed to call him his first name. Has absolutely killed a man.

Jade - early 30s. Constance's youngest daughter. Trans and is mostly through the complicated and drawn out process of magical transitioning. Acts as the general manager for the restaurant. Is there most days to fill in any gaps but vastly prefers being at the front of the house. Is a kind and understanding person and well liked by her staff for never cracking under pressure though she is never afraid to swing the hammer on staff or kick out customers. Unlike her mother, she is a big lady and the second tallest person in the restaurant outside of-

'Big' Moe - mid 30s. A werewolf and the head chef. Isnt married, but in a long term relationship with the mother of his children, of which he has three. He and Zeke are pretty good pals even outside of work and will invite him to family events. He's a big, fun loving guy who has a habit of being sweet on the pretty waitresses. Thinks Caleb is dumber than hell but finds his gullibility extremely funny. 

Ashley - 19, witch. One of the servers. An extremely driven, dramatic girl from a lower class family and who has no qualms with working around the supernatural unlike other servers. She is in college for a magical education degree, is extremely cunning and sarcastic, and very motivated by money. Befriends Caleb mostly by needling him and finds Zeke annoying because she can’t bat her eyelashes into free food from him.

The Boys - an amorphous group of college gym dudes Caleb is friends with that I just do not feel like fleshing out beyond that there’s like 4-5 of them and they all talk and look exactly like you think they would. They talk about football and basketball just constantly and play sport video games and Call of Duty together. They rove in a pack and play beer pong. You’ve seen these Boys. 

#monster dude and gym bro #theres others but these are the ones with the most meat to them so far #hi i make ridiculous mundane character concepts #moe's kids call zeke uncle cause hes around enough #he likes kids #zeke is another example of my tendency to give a character #a dramatic somewhat tragic backstory and then have be extremely non important #its funny to me

[ithinkabouttzu]

Momo <33 she's so pretty!! Actually, twice in general? So beautiful. Anyway, hope you're having a good day! I wanted to ask for a BoB ship. Thank you in advance for the ship, if you're able to do it.

Brief description of my looks; Curly hair that's brown with highlights of blonde and red. It's like a mixture of my parents' hair colours. I am 175?ish?cm tall, might've grown I don't know. Have thought of modeling! Fashion wise; I'm trying to mix elements of goth and punk. I love using fashion as a form of self-expression. My friend calls me her scary dog privilege !! Oh, I love Demonia 311s. The same friend (I love her sm) labeled my eyes sea glass. My facial expressions are either sorrowful or a bit stand-offish. No in-between.

Personality; I am an infp/type one enneagram. I am pretty quiet and find it hard to reach out to people. There's been a few times where I have reached out to someone and then been ghosted. So, I'd rather have others speak to me first so I am assured they want to speak to me... Or even like me. People have said I am therapeutic to be around and I assume it's because I am quiet and willing to listen. I tend to blush quite easily as well. I enjoy reading poetry and anything really. Even though I am quiet and even described as shy; I tend to take on leadership roles... It just comes easily. Even though I have the habit of not living in the moment, I enjoy watching others live in the moment. I enjoy cracking jokes and making others laugh. I love seeing others smile. I think the most beautiful sight is the smile of my best friends. They're so beautiful. I am Jewish. If that adds anything. Music is important to me; I love all kinds of music. I currently love echo and the bunnymen, the charlatans, stone roses, pogues, the clash... I collect records. I'm also into history and geography. Some favorite figures of mine (historical or just authors); James Connolly, Simone de Beauvoir, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, and Franz Kafka. I guess something that is important is I struggle with depression? It's just a family heirloom.

Thank you for your request lovely! 💛

I ship you with…

David Webster!

Song recommendation: About you - The 1975

- Okay you guys would fit each other so well, like I could definitely see it, both of you would be so cute together and you guys would even one another out PERFECTLY

- both of you are very chill people, I think you guys would be friends before you guys started anything romantic between each other, although Web would totally have feelings for you the whole time he’s known you, but he would rather you set the pace in your guys’ relationship

- Like I said, when he met you, he would think it’s love at first sight, you would make his heart beat 100x faster when you’re around, even though his feelings for you were super strong, he would try to keep it as lowkey as he possibly could, he didn’t want to ruin the relationship you guys already had so he could keep his feelings to himself for the most part

- All until one night when all of you guys were out at a bar, you guys separated for only a second, only because he had to go to the restroom, and when he came back m, he saw you dancing with another guy, it made his heart drop, if you looked at him in that moment you would see how heartbroken he looked, the rest of the night he avoided you, hanging out with his other friends until you finally came up to him and confronted him

- “What’s wrong with you?!” You would mad asl at him and so he would try to move the conversation outside where you guys could have proper privacy, “I-i like you, okay? A-and when you were dancing with that other dude I ju-”

- and that’s when you kissed him, a passionate, heavy kiss, this man swears he died and went to heaven, “Wait, so you like me back, do you want to go out like on a date tomorrow then?” He didn’t try to waste anytime on getting that out LOL

- every little date night or special occasion, he will write you little poems or some sort of poetry that mad him think of you, it’s so romantic and sweet, it never fails to make you blush too when he does sweet little things like that.

- btw he LOVES your style, like it’s so cool and refreshing to him, sometimes he’ll ask you, “hey babe, can you style me?” LOL he will always remind you that you have good fashion taste and that sometimes he needs your opinion on what to wear or not wear

- and when you tell him about modeling, he will agree that you do it like 10000% “hon, your so gorgeous, i’m sure any modeling agency would love to have you! Do your runway walk and let me see it” As you do your walk, he would proceed to act like a photographer and take photos of you like a model, “ You’re a natural babe!” he’s ur ultimate hype man honestly

- he is very observant of you, he loves watching you make others smile, or go out of you way to make other happy, it makes him happy, knowing that his s/o is someone who is kind, and funny and overall just so thoughtful of others, you inspire him to be a better friend and role model to others too!

- I think you guys would have similar music taste, and whenever you guys hear a new song or band you’ll recommend it to one another, you guys might even share a playlist if y’all really want to, or maybe even put a record on and dance throughout the house together

- he is always open into learning about Judaism with you and your jewish cultures and traditions, he’s always attentive when you explain to him certain things and he will always ask you questions if he doesn’t understand, he likes knowing those things because he thinks it helps him understand you better, that way he can be an even better boyfriend than before

- both of you have a thing for history and find so one things so cool and unique about it, some night you guys will just watch the, “America In Color” Together on the Smithsonian channel together and both of you will enjoy it sm (btw i recommend that show it’s sooo good and educational)

- he loves playing with your curly hair (if you let him ofc) he thinks it’s so soft and whenever he plays with your hair it’s almost guaranteed that he will get tired and fall asleep, there’s just something so peaceful about it to him, but he absolutely loves it

- he would love taking you to the cutest little dates or get togethers, like museums or parks with a nice view, every date of y’all’s is so cute and well thought out, and he always makes sure it’s as romantic as it can be

- for depression he really helps you on some of your struggles, he is honestly such a good support system for you and will always be there for you if you need it, like he just wants to see you happy and will do anything for that to happen

- canon: one day, it was raining and you guys were bored out of your minds, and David comes up with the perfect ideas of writing each other poems, “let’s have a competition, whoever writes the best poem for one another wins” “and whoever loses, they have to cook dinner” let’s just say you guys had to order take out because he ruined dinner 🤣

- but you guys would be so good for each other, y’all get along so well, and y’all were bestfriends before anything so it’s so much more easier to talk to one another and communicate your feelings, and to goof off and act silly if you want to, one thing is that you guys always have each others back and that’ll never change

Thank you again for your request! I hope you enjoy! :)) 💗

#band of brothers #ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers ship #david webster