#wait shit i know how to draw dragons i can do that!!!

[tigirl-and-co]

WHOOPS

just saw cute art I thought was of Zelda 1 bosses i.e. Aquamentus + Gleeock

It was not! It was, in fact, classic kaiju. Which makes a lot more sense lmao

#titi talks #i wish there was some dope gleeock + aquamentus art #wait shit i know how to draw dragons i can do that!!!

[ghouljams]

Fae someone giving a diamond to their darling and she’s freaking out and they’re like ??? It’s just a silly shiny something

Ok, maybe not a diamond but Fae!Price does shit like this to his witch all the time, menace that he is. She is desperately trying to keep up on repaying him.

"What is that?" You ask, staring at the red resinous cubes that Price is holding out to you on a neat black handkerchief. Your hands are actually starting to shake a little just from seeing it.

"Socotra sap," He says so easily you think he's fucking with you. Your fingers reach out to touch it, reverent.

"Dragon blood I- how did you get your hands on-" You shake your head, pull your hand away, "What is it? A gift? A- a boon?" You wrack your mind for anything you have to repay him for this.

"It doesn't have to be anything," He tugs a string on the edge of the handkerchief and it folds up like a bag. The hard red sap disappearing from view before he holds the offering out to you.

"Everything is something," You say carefully, "What-" You bite your tongue before you can ask a dangerous question, before your greed can get the better of you. What does he want for it? It's magically valuable, you both know that, but you don't think Price has any use for it.

He raises a brow at your silent hesitation, leans against the threshold of your garden. "You're turning it down?" His deep voice jogs you from your thoughts. No, you know turning down his gift has the potential to be worse than accepting it. You just need to repay him.

"No," You tell yourself firmly, "No, it's a very kind gift I just need you to wait here a moment."

Price blinks, but nods. He's more than willing to wait for you, after all that's the only thing he's been doing. Waiting for you to stumble over something so he can pick up a piece of you. He's interested to see what you repay him with. Truth be told the only thing this resin is good for is-

"You smoke right?" You ask, settling jars and various strange books on the wall, "Cigars?"

Ah, that's cute. You remembered. He grins, and sets the bag in your outstretched hand. It's fun watching you pull caps off of jars and sniff them, tugging notated paper free from one of the books as you fish chalk out of your pocket to draw a hasty circle on the wall. He leans close as you bend over the circle to work, smelling the soft floral notes of your shampoo. You make his mouth water.

"You make a lot of cigars?" He asks, instead of biting you when you lean through the threshold. You hum, head bobbing from side to side as you partition out tobacco on leaves.

"Not recently, but I had a client that liked to smoke them before court." Price isn't usually one to envy other men, but God does he feel it licking like fire at his ribs.

"Had?" You nod, opening a jar of sparse white flowers and red roots.

"Wife killed him," you break off a few pieces of the dried root and put it in a little rock bowl. Seemingly too distracted to care about the fantastic story you were avoiding.

"Really," he asks, you're so lovely up close like this, both of you leaning against the brick wall. You look up at him through your lashes with a small smile.

"Nope," you twist your pestle against the root, grinding the root down into a powder, "he decided to quit smoking." You look back at your work, grabbing another bottle. It looks like another root, but at least he knows the flower this time, morning glory. What are you cooking up there?

"I've missed making these." You smile at your work, opening the dragon's blood satchel and breaking a piece off to add to the mortar mixture. Your fingers are so deft, purposeful as you grind the roots and resin down.

He'd love those pretty little fingers to wrap around his cock. Would you even know what to do when they did? Would your nose scrunch up in concentration like it did now, your lips parted just enough to pout as you worked? Oh pretty little witch, would you get on your knees for him and beg?

"You will, " he mumbles. You hum questioningly, glancing at him as he hums back. You must not think it's important enough to question further, must not want to break your precious intent. Witches are always so fond of their focus.

You sprinkle your mixture over the filler tobacco, careful as you combine the two and start rolling the cigar. No, cigars, you portioned out for two. Smart girl, weighing your own value for the gift against your talents. You twist the end of the wrapper, and swipe your finger on an open tin before running it along the end of the wrapper to seal it. You do the same on the other end to cap it.

Price takes the finished cigar when you offer it, watching you work on the second one. It smells good, heady and resinous, and something else. "What's it supposed to do?" He isn't an expert on the herbal fuckery you witches do.

"Hex breaker, command spell, decent smoke," you list, half paying attention to him as you finish your spell, "they need to dry for a day or so, try not to smoke them until then."

Price hums, you keep your focus on your work and not on the way he inspects your gift. His thick fingers twisting the cigar between them, the soft sizzle of evaporating water. You know magic when you hear it, wild magic your grandmother used to call it. The kind you'd never hope to have.

You should hang up additional wards before he lights either of these. There's no telling what a debtor might do with this extra kick, not to mention one who seems set on you. You hold out the second cigar, you don't feel any extra weight from a tether.

"Fair trade," Price tells you, you'd have thought he'd be annoyed but he almost sounds pleased. "Now run along back inside like a good little girl, I know you want to put your new toy away."

You really do, too. You lick your thumb and rub out part of the chalk circle, breaking it easily before you gather your things to take back inside. You're positively brimming with spells that could use a little kick of dragon's blood.

"I'll bring you something nicer tomorrow," Price warns you, you don't hear him as you close the door.

Herbs used: Tobacco, bloodroot, dragon's blood sap, morning glory root

#Busted out my grimoire to make Price's cigars #congrats to his witch for making a really powerful hex breaker that also is a love spell #also a really powerful control spell which was her intent #giving her fae more power was not a smart idea but she was moderately panicking #oh Price is going to be such a fucking showoff with his fancy cigars the other fae boys hate him so much lol #captain john price #captain price #john price mw2 #john price x reader #fae!price #cod x reader #cod x y/n #john price #x reader

[novelizt]

✨ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ✨

📸 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :

tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood

❗Unfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!

📷 TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York

“ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ” — TIM DRAKE

you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.

📷 TRACK 2 : Blank Space

“ DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ” — DRACO MALFOY

you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.

📷 TRACK 3 : Style

“ WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE ” — TIM DRAKE

wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress

rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.

📷 TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods

“ WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.

📷 TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay

“ ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ” — DRACO MALFOY

you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.

📷 TRACK 6 : Shake It Off

“ PLAYERS GONNA PLAY ” — GOJO SATORU

it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.

📷 TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would

“ I WISH YOU WOULD ” — PETER PARKER

your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.

“ I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES

📷 TRACK 8 : Bad Blood

“ STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE ” — DRACO MALFOY

turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.

📷 TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams

“ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME ” — PERCY JACKSON

you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.

📷 TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl

“ FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER ” — PERCY JACKSON

hitman! percy

percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.

📷 TRACK 11 : This Love

“ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.

📷 TRACK 12 : I Know Places

“ I KNOW PLACES ” — PETER PARKER

marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader

peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.

📷 TRACK 13 : Clean

“ I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.

📷 TRACK 14 : Wonderland

“ YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT ” — TIM DRAKE

you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.

“ IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.

📷 TRACK 15 : You Are In Love

“ TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS ” — TIM DRAKE

it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.

📷 TRACK 16 : New Romantics

“ I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.

— FROM THE VAULT !!

📷 TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"

“ LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS ” — PETER PARKER

a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watson—renowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.

“ IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.

📷 TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk

“ THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS ” — CHILDE

how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?

📷 TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go

“ I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.

📷 TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends

“ BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ” — PETER PARKER

you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.

📷 TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?

“ FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER ” — PETER PARKER

you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.

📷 HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction

“ PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG ” — PETER PARKER

a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.

Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic 😊 I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!

🦋 — @novelizt 2023

#— ❨ 🌺 ❩ 𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀 ₊˚.༄ #1989 tv songfic collection #tim drake x reader #tim drake x fem!reader #red robin x reader #draco malfoy x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #robin x reader #hp x reader #dc x reader #lockwood and co x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #peter parker x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x pjo #spider man x reader #percy jackson x reader #pjo x marvel #pjo x reader

[gay-dorito-dust]

aemond x stark reader. trip back to winterfell, aemond is possessive of the reader. one bed

A/n: this was kinda shit plus I think Aemond would be possessive even towards readers family cuz to me he comes off like the type.

When word was sent that you were requested to return to Winterfell, you knew Aemond wouldn’t be too pleased. So when you retired to your chambers for the night, only to be greeted by the prince sat upon the edge of your bed, his face blank of any and all forms of expression. You figured it would be best to be done with it before he found out on the day of your departure and make it everyone’s problem.

“Aemond, my heart.” You began as you made your way to his side, reaching for his hand to not only ground him but to also prepare yourself for what’s to come. “I received word from my father this morning,” you paused briefly to gauge his reaction, secretly relieved in seeing that his face remained neutral. That was up until you spoke about your father, and all in the of a single breath, that Aemond almost couldn’t quite catch it. “I’m coming with you.” He said in a way that implied that there would be no further debate.

“He asked for me and me alone.” You rebutted but Aemond didn’t seem to care as his single eye stared challengingly into your own, “then he shall have to make due with me accompanying you. After all, he’ll have no choice but to get use to me sooner or later.” He gripped your chin within his hand, thumb rubbing back and forth against your jaw, as he skimmed over your features that were highlighted by the fireplace almost possessively. “For I do not plan on letting my betrothed to go where I can not follow. Understood?” You sighed defeatedly, knowing that once Aemond’s mind was made up it was near enough impossible to change it.“Understood.” You replied. “Good, now get some sleep, we’ve got a long journey ahead tomorrow.” Aemond finalised, pressing a kiss against your forehead and pulling away, letting go of your chin as he began to undress himself for bed.

As the snow embedded landscapes of Winterfell came into view, you suddenly felt distraught at the fact that you wouldn’t be able to recognise your own home, after being away from it for so long. Despite being buried under the copious amount of furs you never felt more rigid in that moment; KingsLanding was a sauna in comparison to Winterfell, which felt like how you imagined hell freezing over would feel like. Glancing over at Aemond, you noted that despite proudly proclaiming to house the fire of a dragon in his veins; it seemed that even the mightiest of dragons were forced to bow to the harsh winters of the North. “What happened to all that tall talk my dear Aemond? Scared of a little cold?” You teased as a means in giving your overworked mind some ease.

“Dragons aren’t built for the cold.” Aemond replied, looking out of one of the carriage windows and over the vast expanse of glimmering white that seemed to stretch endlessly far and wide. “Wolves, however, are.” He adds with a smile directed your way that warmed you up from the inside. Aemond reached a hand over to grasp yours reassuringly, “it is also believed that wolves can smell fear,” he adds, “so don’t allow yourself to get so intimidated by the what ifs and focus on the present.” It always seemed to elude you that the brazen and bold prince before you could uphold a conversation that didn’t dissolve into ceaseless violence and bloodshed. It also seemed to elude you that he was just as well versed in the political and philosophical as he was well versed in the art of swordsmanship.

Though before you could voice your thanks, you were already in the courtyard where your family was waiting in their regal furs. Their smiles only widened when they saw you step out of the carriage. “Y/n!” They cried when you got close enough for them to draw you into a warm hug before pulling away, “by the gods you’ve grown.” Your father said as he compared his height to yours, a habit he developed when you were just a growing child, “hope your claws haven’t dulled during your stay in KingsLanding.” He adds. You scoffed, falling back into old habits, “oh they’ve tried, soon enough they discovered I wasn’t so willing to being a bed warmer.” Your father gaufed, clasping you on the shoulder as you smiled back at him as the worries you had slipped away quietly from your mind.

“That’s my child.” Your father’s eyes then shifted back to the carriage when he noticed someone else exiting, his smile filling dropping from his face when he noticed the platinum blonde hair of Aemond Targaryen. “I thought I told you to come alone, Why’d you bring Aemond one eye.” Your father asked, his eyes never leaving Aemond as he approached you both and tucked his hand comfortable to your waist, drawing you to his side. “It’s an honour to meet you Lord Stark, when my y/n told me of your letter. They’ve spoke of you in nothing but the highest of regards. I merely wished to accompany them on this joyous reunion.” Aemond said as he smiled at you before returning his gaze to your father, who despite his distain,smiled tightly as he clasped the prince a little too harshly on the shoulder. “Had I known before hand that you were also coming we would’ve rectified some accommodations a bit that would…besuited the needs fit for a prince.” Aemond merely waved his hand dismissively while he chuckled as though your father told him a funny joke.

“There will be no need for that Lord Stark. I assure you, me and your child are more then accustomed to sharing during their stay with me in KingsLanding.” Aemon states with pride as your fathers eyes merely darken at every word that left his mouth. His fists tightened at his side and he jaw would clench periodically the longer he was forced to listen to the pompous Targaryen. Had he knew that this was the man he has sent you away to one day marry, he would’ve reconsidered and kept you within Winterfell in search of a worthier man such as your childhood friend, Sebastian. You didn’t know whether you wanted to die out of embarrassment right then and there or hide out of fear of what your father would do should Aemond continue. However seeing as neither option would give you much reprieve, you instead gripped Aemond’s arm whistle flashing him a tight smile.

“Aemond my heart, why don’t we get settled in for the night. My father must be exhausted from all the preparations he put into our arrival.” You said, drawing their attention away from one another and on to you instead, relinquishing the tension between the two of them, if only by a little. Aemond seemed to ponder on this a little bit before squeezing your waist, “of course my love, besides you must be tired from the journey here yourself if I’m not mistaken.” “Oh yes, absolutely flabbergasted.” You immediately took advantage of Aemond’s suggestion, finally having an excuse to not be left standing in the courtyard longer then you wanted on your first night back home. All the testosterone was giving your a headache. “Go on ahead child, I’m sure you know where your room is after all this time?” Your father asked as he began to internally dread this week and all it will entitle.

“Of course I do,” you replied, leaving Aemond’s side to hug your father once more before bidding him farewell as you returned to Aemond to drag him by the arm all the up to your room; Shutting the door cautiously behind you before looking over at the smirking male as he sat upon the edge of your bed. “Aemond, my heart, what the fuck was that all about.” He shrugs his shoulders, “I have no idea what your talking about y/n.” You scoffed, walking towards him so that you were in front of him, “so your not going to tell me why you were having a dick measuring contest with my father. Not even mere seconds after arriving.” Aemond grip your waist, bringing you even closer to him. “I don’t plan on wasting our stay here by sharing you with your father. If he wanted to see you, he could’ve visited us, not the other way around.” You put your hands on his shoulders, pulling away from him slightly so you could look him in his eye. “Why am I less to believe that there is more then your letting on.”

Aemond smiled, knowing he couldn’t have anything slide pass you without having you catching on, “your right to think that because had I let you go alone, your father would’ve called off our annulment and have you married to Sebastian Arryn instead despite already having a well known alliance with them for awhile.” He lifted himself off the single bed to rest his forehead against yours, “but don’t you think that we’re more better suited as a couple? As proud children of our respective houses and the children of ice and fire. It as though fate had decided to conjoin the opposing forces through us.” His voice narrows down to a whisper as he held your hand against his own to look adoringly at the size difference between the two of you.

“It doesn’t matter who I have to cut through to prove my love for you, the fact still stands that I will denounce everything to be with you. If your family, friends or even old lovers wish to get between that then…” he trails off to look into your eyes before pulling away entirely, “I shouldn’t have to tell you what will happen to them, you are more then aware of the consequences to befall those who try to take you away from me.” You remained still whilst he buried himself beneath the covers of your old bed, knowing fully well to never question Aemond’s loyalty like you would’ve in the past. Back then you were terrified to have a man borderline obsessed with you to the point he would gift you an ex-lovers head in a box. Now however you’ve grown to find solace in knowing the extent Aemond was willing to go to prove his love. The power that this granted you was almost infinite if you were to include Vhagar to the picture.

It was dangerous but after some time you’ve learnt to love living dangerously quite quickly. You began to undress yourself before making yourself comfortable, shuffling closer to Aemond until your head was resting on his chest and your hand was splashed out against his chest. His warmth was enough alone to bring you to a sleepy state. “Do you promise to love me like this until we die?” You asked him, causing the hand he had on your back to stop tracing shapes into your skin, “such a sill thing to make me promise to,” Aemond says, pressing a kiss to your head where he lingered there for a little longer, “I have always loved you like this ever since we met at the tourney for your hand, despite my hatred for them I knew I couldn’t let you be with anyone other then me.”

#hotd fic #hotd x you #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagines #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagines #aemond targaryen x reader

[runningmunson]

Maybe Birthdays Aren’t So Bad

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Eddie hated his birthday but you didn’t know why. After he finally told you why, you made it your mission to change his mind. Based on this blurb

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst and Eddie being a bit mean in the beginning, fluff

A/N: Gotta give some credit and a big thanks to @shyposttree , what you added about throwing a party for Eddie at the same place and teaching him how to skate pushed me to make a full fic!

Masterlist

“What do you mean you don’t want to do anything for your birthday?!” You yelled at Eddie as you helped him pick up after the Hellfire meeting. 

He rolled his eyes, “Just don't feel like it.” 

“Eddie, c'mon! You can’t not do anything for your birthday. It’s the one day that’s completely about you!” you whined. You knew parties weren't Eddie’s scene, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t at least take him out for dinner. 

“Actually, I can do nothing. Seeing as it is my birthday and all and ‘completely about me’,” Eddie pointed to himself, throwing your words back at you. His shoulders started to feel tense, and the feeling of hurt he pushed back into his mind long ago tried to pry its way out.

“Would you let me take you out, just us two? Or even Wayne?” you asked, hoping he would say yes.

Eddie sighed and clenched his fists. He could feel himself getting frustrated as you unceasingly asked. He knew you meant well, but he just didn't like his birthday. He threw his notebook on the table, “No! I don’t like my birthday, okay? I don’t want to do anything. Not with my friends, not with Wayne, and not with you! So can you please just drop it?”

You tried to hide the hurt on your face, but it was too late. Eddie already saw the way you flinched and took a step back. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t like to raise his voice in anger, it always brought back memories of his father doing that to his mother. When he opened them, he reached his hand out and grabbed yours, pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead, “I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“Why don’t you like your birthday, Eddie?” You asked, voice just above a whisper and head buried in his neck. It's not that you want to upset him even more than he already was, but you wanted to understand what was going on inside his head. He pulled you over to his chair and sat you on his lap. 

“It’s stupid, really, it is,” Eddie said, letting out a humorless chuckle. You looked at him, giving him a nod to continue. “I, uh, I was about to turn 10 and never had a real birthday party before. So for months, I begged Wayne to let me have a party at the Hawkins roller rink. He worked extra shifts and rented a small room for my first class party. I was so excited when he told me and went to work making invitations. Shit, I even drew little dragons and knights on them, which were surprisingly good for my previous lack of doodling skills.”

You smiled a bit, thinking about little Eddie spending hours making handmade invitations with his drawings. He continued, “So, the big day came. We went early and set up; and had pizza and cake. Then I waited and waited, and not a single person showed up. Wayne tried to make it better. We ate a ton of pizza and cake. He even tried to skate with me, but we both realized we can't skate worth shit, so we soon left.”

“Eddie-” you tried to talk, but he cut you off. 

“I don't really know why I expected anything less. It’s not exactly like I was ever invited to anyone's parties. I was always the one to find out about them that next Monday at school,” Eddie said, avoiding your gaze. He figured you would be looking at him with pity, and he didn’t want that, but when he looked, he saw anger in your eyes.

“That’s not stupid. I don’t blame you for hating it. Those kids are assholes and what they did wasn't right. I wish I knew you back then because that sounded like a damn good party. If you really don’t want to do anything then I respect that, and I won’t bring it up again,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

Eddie thought about it for a minute. He secretly missed celebrating his birthday. And it’s not like he didn’t have good friends now and was in a loving, healthy relationship. “I guess we can maybe do something this year- but it has to be small.”

He watched as a bright smile formed on your face. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Are you sure? Oh, this is going to be great. I promise you won't regret it!”

He really hoped he didn’t either.

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You had spent the last month planning something for Eddie’s birthday, and now it was finally that day. After hearing his reason for hating it, you had every intent and the determination to change his mind. 

Eddie woke up that morning to the sun shining on his face. He reached his hand out to search for you but came up empty. A groan came from his mouth. He threw the blankets off to see where you were, thinking it was too damn early for you to not still be in his arms. As soon as he opened the door, the smell of bacon hit his nose. He took the short trip from his bedroom to the kitchen to find you standing in front of the stove.

You felt Eddie's arms snake around your waist and pull you into his chest. His face nuzzled into your hair before he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” he asked in his raspy morning voice.

You turned around, wrapping your own arms around his neck. You smiled at him, “Just making the birthday boy some breakfast. Have you seen him around? He’s taller than me, has beautiful chocolate brown eyes, unruly curly hair, pretty great at guitar, and is incredibly good-looking.”

“Hmm, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were talking about me,” Eddie smirked.

“Happy birthday, Eddie,” you pulled him into a kiss. “Now go sit your cute butt down in that chair. I need to plate this.”

The second you put the plate down, he began to shovel food into his mouth. He let out a moan, ”Shit, sweetheart. This is amazing. You’re spoiling me too much.”

“There’s no such thing as spoiling you too much on your birthday-” you were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. You ran to get it, “Oh! That must be Dustin!”

“Hey man! Happy birthday!” Dustin walked over to Eddie, patting him on the back. Eddie just looked at him with his eyebrows cocked. His eyes then met yours as if silently asking why Dustin was there. 

“Oh! I forgot to mention that I have a small family emergency so I called Dustin. He brought all of your favorite movies over so you can have a movie marathon while I'm away,” you said, feeling a bit bad for lying to him, but you had to go set up his party. You grabbed your keys, kissed Eddie, and said goodbye.

Eddie turned to Dustin as he stood awkwardly in his kitchen, looking at him with a cheesy smile, “Why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

Dustin’s smile dropped, and he scrambled with his words, “Nothing, I'm not looking at you in any way.” 

“I'm just messing with you, man. Now let’s see what you brought,” Eddie laughed and went to ruffle Dustin's hair.

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You recruited the help of Steve, Robin, and Nancy to help you decorate the roller rink. Mike, Gareth, and the rest of the Hellfire members were tasked with picking up the food. 

The longer you were here, the more it made you nervous to think about Eddie’s reaction. You knew there was a chance of this blowing up in your face to have a surprise party where he learned to hate his birthday, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

All you wanted was Eddie to make a new good memory, one where he learns to love his birthday again. You wanted to right the wrong he faced all those years ago, to show him that his life isn't how it used to be and that he had so many people that loved and cared about him. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but you were damn sure going to try. 

You checked your watch and saw that you needed to pick up Eddie and Dustin. “Hey, are you good? I gotta go get the guys.”

Steve gave you a thumbs up, so you left and made your way to Eddie’s trailer.

Once you got there, you let yourself in and saw Eddie and Dustin sitting on the couch watching A New Hope. You gave Dustin a nod to let him know everything was ready.

“Can you guys give me a ride? My mom dropped me off,” Dustin asked. 

“I guess we can, Henderson; not like we have a choice anyways,” Eddie said sarcastically, slapping his hands on his knees before standing up. “Come on, let’s go.”

You all made your way to Eddie’s van. He started to walk towards the driver’s side, but you stopped him. “Actually, I need to drive. And you need to put this on over your eyes.”

You handed him one of his bandanas. He looked at you and Dustin, taking in your shit-eating grins. “Are you serious right now?”

You and Dustin both nodded. Eddie shrugged but got in the passenger side and complied with your request, “Well okay, this is kinda weird. You guys aren’t like secretly planning to kill me or something are you?”

You both laughed, “No, just listen to your music and enjoy the ride. We will be there soon enough.”

It didn’t take long for you to make it to your destination. You gestured for Dustin to leave while you got Eddie out of the car.

“Can I take this thing off, or are you gonna make me keep it on all day?” Eddie laughed.

“Yes, you can take it off,” your nerves started up again. You kept walking but studied Eddie’s face as he took the bandana off. His face dropped at the sight of the roller rink in front of him. 

“Why the hell would you bring me here? You know how I feel about this place,” Eddie stopped in his tracks, yanking you back. His hands were sweaty, and he felt his face getting hot.

“Eddie, just trust me, please,” you begged him. He gave you a slight nod and gestured for you to continue walking. However, that didn’t stop his not-so-subtle grumbling about not liking this. 

You dragged him toward the same room where no one showed up all those years ago. Only this time, you stepped through the door of the dark room, and the lights flickered on revealing the place decorated with black and red streamers, a huge banner, and all of his friends already there.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, Eddie!” He looked around in shock. This was the last thing he expected. 

“Family emergency, huh?” Eddie questioned, a small smile playing on his lips. 

You shrugged and smiled at him sheepishly, “I wasn’t exactly lying, I consider everyone here my family.”

Eddie enjoyed the party, talking and laughing with everyone. He ate his weight in pizza and cake like he did with Wayne years ago and opened the large number of gifts that filled one of the tables. 

You leaned over after some time and whispered to Eddie, “you wanna skate?”

“Um, I don’t know about that. You know I don’t really know how,” Eddie replied.

You bumped shoulders with him and smiled, “Come on, I’ll teach you. It will be fun!”

You dragged him out of his seat and to the front counter to get skates. After lacing the skates, you slowly led Eddie to the rink.

“How the hell are you doing this so effortlessly? I mean you’re skating backward, for Christ's sake!” Eddie’s eyes were wide. His hands gripped yours tightly, afraid you would let him fall. 

“I’ve just had a lot of practice. Okay, I’m gonna walk you through it now,” Eddie shook his head no, his hair moving with him. “Eddie, you can do this! Now space your legs to where they are even with your shoulders and squat a bit.”

“Like this?” Eddie followed your instructions. You laughed as he stuck his butt out in the air.

“Yep, just like that! Turn your leg outward a bit and take a small push with your left leg. Look, you’re moving! Now do it with the other leg and just keep alternating, pushing side to side. You’re doing great, Eddie!” 

When Eddie had good momentum, you tried to release your hands. He tightened, not letting you pull away, “Woah! What are you doing?” 

“I’m gonna let go now and see how you do,” you laughed and let go of his hand:. He faltered a bit but regained his balance.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad, but uh, how exactly do I stop? Because that wall keeps getting closer,” you didn’t have a chance to reply before Eddie lost his balance and flew forward, knocking you both to the ground.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry!” Eddie looked at you, hair in disarray. He rolled off you and helped you into a sitting position. You looked at each other for a minute, then burst out into laughter. 

“That’s gonna leave a nasty bruise,” you winced. “I think you should stick to guitar, skating doesn't really seem to be your thing.”

Eddie threw his head back and let out a booming laugh, “I tried to tell you!”

You sat in silence as you both tried to catch your breath. This moment couldn’t have been more perfect. Eddie looked at you, grabbed your chin gently, and pulled you into a kiss. “I can’t thank you enough for this. It really was a badass party. And maybe birthdays aren’t so bad, at least not when I have you around.”

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taglist: @ali-r3n​ , @wroteclassicaly​ , @lem0nb0iii​ , @spookyheadxeddie​ , @ghosttownwherenoonegoes​ , @1800-fight-me​, @sweetpeapod​ , @toobsessedsstuff​

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x gn!reader #Eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

[bbimharuuu]

A/N: Sorry y'all for not updating, but here's a short blurb that I thought of because I've been working hard on a new story so stay tune 👀

Imagine if dream! reader could remember everything they experienced in said dreams, so they don't get confused as to who the random people are who keep showing up in their dreams saying that they miss them.

BUT imagine if reader used this to their advantage, as in learning for tests and exams. So imagine reader just stayed in their room or chamber after arriving (and maybe talking to the others), just to learn and review the materials for an upcoming exam.

All of the family would be happy the reader is here but they're sulking because reader just stays in their room, them making assumptions that they pissed reader off.

Luke: [Name], are you mad at me? 🥺

Reader: (Jolts awake) Huh? Wha—where am I?

Jace: You've been staying in your chamber for a while now. Did you get upset because of us?

Reader: What do you—OH! Yeah no, sorry. As you can see from the stacks of papers and books in front of me, I'm slowly dying just to get informations in my head 😀

Reader then vows to never make any self deprecating jokes ever again, they did NOT want the family to panic and lecture them about self love for over two hours.

But if reader took the time to explain on what they're doing, then the family would be more understanding of the situation. They don't necessarily understand what you're learning about but they try as best as they can to help you.

Daemon: So in your world, there were only two world wars? Wow, must be peaceful there

Reader: Haha...yeah

Rhaenyra: How about transportation? Surely you don't have any dragons there

Reader: Yeah, nope. There's lots of things we could use for transportation

Rhaenyra: Ooo, do tell

Reader: Uh all of them?

Daemon: Of course, we want to know our little ones world

Reader: ...shit

But seriously though, they're very interested about the readers world that they basically inform the maesters to write every important information that the reader told them. A big plus if you're able to draw, Viserys would be very interested at how their world works.

Back to studying, they will keep their distance when reader's studying. But sometimes they'll slip in their room just to observe them, maybe even begging them to come out so they'll study somewhere else.

They'll be very attentive towards the reader, making sure they're comfortable. Aemond would sometimes join, bringing his own book to read while the reader is slowly descending into madness. Aegon would tease or maybe disturb them, but not to an extreme one. Helaena would also be with the reader, maybe doing one of her stitching as she hums softly.

Jace would also join, maybe asking a few questions here and there; but he'll prioritize making sure the reader is comfortable. Luke and Joffrey would absolutely ruin readers focus, so Rhaenyra would tell them to wait after the reader done. Baela and Rhaena would sometimes join them, helping with materials and maybe making cute little notes.

All of the adults will be too busy to spend time, but they'll drop in occasionally to check up on the reader. All of them would tell them to rest well before the test, telling the reader good luck. Rhaenyra and Rhaenys will hug and kiss their forehead. Corlys will wish them luck, patting their head softly. Alicent and Otto would pray for them. Viserys would tell the reader if they fail that it's going to be alright, there's always more chances in life. While Daemon would straight up tell them to cheat if you need it.

#hotd #house of the dragon #imagine #yandere #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon

[wormbloggign]

Glenn Chambers wore plaid pants with red and green, and a pink dress shirt, His belt bore a buckle with the PRT logo on it. His hair had changed too, parted neatly into what I assumed was ‘geek chic’, and the glasses had changed as well, with thick, round frames. An ID card hung around his neck. He didn’t fit any of those particular archetypes.

i love how shit his fits are. this man CANNOT dress. let him micromanage every aspect of your persona.

“Go, and hurry,” Glenn said.  “Tell them to fix it and cast another prototype before the run starts.  These are toys, they’ll be in the hands of children and collectors both.  The people who are buying these are fans.  What’s it going to say if their most immediate association with Esoteric is the broken toy sitting on a shelf?  It’s going to convey that he’s flimsy.”

ok thats just poor organisation, you'd have the base construction and elements of the doll figured out WELL before you start working on its visage. glenn has dropped in my opinion of him

“I asked to speak to you because I wanted you to know about the damage that’s being done.” “Ah, this is about the butterflies.” “It’s about a lot more than butterflies.  It’s the whole mindset.  The attitude of the heroes.  I’d talk to Chevalier, but he’s too busy.  I’d talk to Rime, but she’s recovering from being shot three times.  You’re the only other person I’ve met so far who really seems to be in a position to know what I’m talking about.  Besides, as far as I can figure, image and PR seem to be at the heart of the problem.”

she's back to her favourite pastime. (i genuinely love everytime she does this)

“The focus isn’t on lethal or nonlethal,” Glenn said. “It’s on whether we can trust you to keep on the path you’re walking. If you start taking shortcuts now, what happens a year down the line? If we decide you can go all-out in one specific situation, does that open the door for another?”

genuinely good point, good to see glenn is trying hard to properly vett new capes

taylor goes so hard as a monster i really do love it

“Until I turn eighteen,” I said, feeling a little hollow.

that's less than a year, you can handle that.

Chevalier approached.  “You murdered two people.  Three, going by your admission while in custody.  Two PRT directors, one major hero.  When Dragon and Defiant suggested we bring you on board, we were divided.  It was Glenn who offered the compromise that we ultimately agreed to.  This compromise.” I glanced at Glenn, who shrugged. Glenn?

glenn wanted an excuse to integrate hexagon tiling into NEW PRT advertising didnt he

“That’s why you’re waiting two years?  You think that it’ll take that long to vet me, before you can give me actual responsibility?”

two years? didnt she turn 17 around the time coil did his big bombing run? did she just forget?

LETS FUCKGIN GOOOOOO

that's genuinely horrifying, thanks

Mail from all around the United states.  From strangers, from fans. Words of support.  Criticism.  Death threats.

this is functionally the first time the general public has had the chance to communicate directly to her. yeah i expected as much

hes bumbling 🥺🥺🥺

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! what the fuck???

aishas doing great actually

lisa is lisa-ing

Atlas died.  I wanted to let you know.  Tattletale had him, but he wouldn’t eat or move.  We asked for him, and we found a place for him.  The guys say they think they know a good way to make a mold.  They’re covering him in brass. A way of saying you’re still with us.  Take care of yourself. -Char

MY BOY ;-;

silly goofy, rachels going through it.

overall, taylors polycule miss her and the others have their own thing

Withdrawing a notepad, I started sketching out the designs I was thinking of. Alterations to the costume, weapon ideas, tools and concepts.

!!!! !!!!

The costume Defiant and Dragon had given me was theirs, not mine.  The fighting style that had been dictated was Glenn’s and Chevalier’s. This, this would be me.

im gonna have to draw her new costume too when it get out arent i.

(we are pretending like im not incredibly excited about this development)

#liveblogging worm #Drone 23.3

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

WIP Questionnaire

I was tagged by @writingmoth <3

And I am gonna tag, if you feel like doing it, @sarandipitywrites @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @little-peril-stories and open tag

Rules: Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can (or want).

Well, I only have one WIP right now (the others are WIHs - in hibernation), so let's go with Sweet Little Lies.

1 What was the first part of your wip that you created?

Chapter 1. Lol. I write chronologically.

2 If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I have no idea. Tempted to throw a dart at a list of my latest dance-related playlist. So far I have answered every music question with Dance Forever Tonight by Peter Hollens.

3 Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

This is a very short piece with 2 main characters, so?? But besides the obvious protagonist couple, I made up a silly little side char named Crystal for one scene, and I love them more than I should, and there is a non zero percent chance I will pick them up for something in the future.

4 What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

Listen, I'm gonna cry already if this one can get one fan who doesn't live in my pocket 😭

5 What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Being in the right mindset to actually write it. Chapter 1 took me from November to January, and I wrote the rest of it in February. Sometimes I just can't force it. That, and keeping it as short-ish and having to skip some scenes that didn't fit.

6 Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Nope.

7 How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Mostly on foot, sometimes with a carriage, with a driver and all. Fancy shit.

8 What part of your wip are you working on rn?

The waiting part until I feel ready to do one last editing round, then I need to make an ebook.

9 What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

I know the corner of this hellsite I am in, and I know the incredibly vast audience for straight romance without spilled guts or sex, so uh. I expect the only people outside my pocket will be looking for chars they know from Nuisance.

10 What are your hopes for your wip?

The same hopes as for all my stories. That perhaps someone finds something in there they were looking for.

template under the cut

1 What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2 If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3 Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4 What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

5 What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

6 Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7 How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8 What part of your wip are you working on rn?

9 What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

10 What are your hopes for your wip?

#salad-tag #WIP Questionnaire #wip: lies

[system-of-a-feather]

Some Anecdotal Debunking Things About DID Treatment and DID in General

So we're thinking of possibly taking a VOLUNTARY break from therapy as we swap insurances, pick up a new job, open a new part in life etc due to it being an additional complication and we have gotten to a place in healing where we are not as dependent on regular professional support (though we do intend to return when settled to work through a few more things)

And while I know its no where compared to how long some others have been in it, after 7 years of weekly / biweekly therapy and 5 years of DID specialist therapist who explicitly worked with the FBI that helped victims from trafficking cases (luckily not us) just some straight up things about DID that I see non-DID people saying especially on a certain other website that starts with r and ends int t.

Thought it would be a fun thing to do while biking and before studying.

DISCLAIMER: This is based on my experience in healing and working with my therapist. My answers are not the only experience. This is 100% anecdotal. I don't think this will get big enough for me to need to say this, but do not use this post as evidence for literally anything.

"DID isn't having a bunch of friends in your head talking and making jokes and waiting for turns!"

Eh, usually not but why can't it be? Like it takes time and work but people without DID can sit in their head and make jokes at themselves and have fun with themselves. Why is it so outlandish that someone with DID could eventually be happy enough with themselves to get that? Cause tbh, its a lot of how thing are now for us so...

"DID is due to severe and horrific childhood trauma! There can't be this many people who experienced that!"

Oh how I WISH I had your naivety.

"No therapist would just acknowledge something! They would always diagnose! If they don't diagnose you don't have it."

Nah they do. Sometimes its not the main or relevant concern to diagnose (as DID is the primary diagnosis) and other times the diagnosis itself is stigmatizing and/or not the strongest in its construct (a lot of personality disorders) or most of the symptoms of that disorder are mostly covered by other disorders; or just straight up they don't like to diagnose those disorders for a number of clinical reasons. Also, sometimes people are undiagnosable which does not mean "does not have" but that their specific case makes it impossible to create a certain diagnostic differential as it is unclear which came first. We are undiagnosable for autism as we have had an autism and trauma specialist both say we behave and appear very autistic however we have too few overt dysfunctions so it is unsure if we "learned it" from the two family members we have + have OCD, OCPD and PTSD or if we are just a well-adjusted / adapted individual. Either way, it would hardly be a relevant diagnosis, so no therapist finds value in trying to spend time getting the the core of it.

"You can't switch on command!"

Yes but no. You can learn to be really good at switching and drawing parts out but there will always be a margin of error cause shit be like that.

"You can't have two alters talking at the same time at the front! You can't rapid switch"

Yeah nah, we've had four it's chill. Welcome to lessening dissociative barriers.

"You can't split alters after childhood"

the fuck you on about of course you can life sucks after childhood too dumbass

"Introjects / Fictional Introjects aren't real!"

Nah. *sips drink in introject*

"Animal alters aren't real! Inanimate object alters aren't real!"

Nah. Our therapist has seen dragons and zombies and werewolves, we had even specifically mentioned this. They're pretty darn common.

"Why are all their alters QUEER?"

Have you considered.... that they might be queer? Just a thought.

"If you had DID people would know! It would be obvious!"

Nope.

"If you had DID no one would know! It would be covert!"

Also nope.

"A GOOD therapist would not let you operate as different parts! They wouldn't feed into the delusion! They'd have you fuse"

Wow, I didn't know forcing your patient to do anything is the HALLMARK of a good therapist, thanks for letting me know. /s

"DID is a life altering disorder! It would ruin your life! You would be unable to do anything!"

Uhhhh no. That's just infantilizing and honestly a really negative / problematic thing to say about anyone with mental illness. Thats the shit that perpetuates the "this mentally ill person should be institutionalized 24/7

"People with DID can't drive!"

Partially true. A lot of people with DID can struggle with driving, but plenty can navigate that.

"Parts can't talk to one another! Parts don't know about eachother! Parts dont know / talk / do XYZ"

Nope. Just that shits all dumb ngl get your head out of your ass.

"People with DID would hate having parts! People with DID would not actually identify as multiple people! People with DID would be chronically miserable!"

Bro stop. Not true.

"People with DID would ALWAYS identify as multiple people. People with DID would LOVE having parts"

Not as common of a thing I've heard but also not true

"Befriending and sharing your experiences / being overt with your DID expression is only harmful and only worsening the condition."

Nah a large part of DID recovery is learning about your disorder and the parts you have to navigate life with and realistically it is very difficult to hide this disorder from people who are permanent parts in your life so a lot of the time - at least with your close personnel - it's very important to be open and communicative about it and leave space for all parts to exist as they wish.

"You can't have THAT many disorders"

Have you read about how badly chronic childhood stress fucks up the body and brain? People with DID tend to have a fucking essay worth of diagnoses. Chronic childhood traumatic stress is extremely damaging and taxing.

That's all for now cause I need to get to studying but just a few. Maybe Ill add more as I think of more stupid things I've heard.

EDIT: one more important one

"XYZ trauma isn't real! This is all just the Satanic Panic! False Memories! Iatrogenic! XYZ trauma is fake! RAMCOA isn't real!"

You are a mother fucking little bitchy asshole huh. Who the fuck do you think you are? Please refer to fucking #2 and I wish I had your naivety

#alter: riku #actuallydid #dissociative identity disorder #fakeclaiming #did #probably some xiv snark too #ill give him credit #i dont hear him but probably passive influence #alter: xiv

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

So how about,

Sebastian had been much too flirtatious, so you finally had enough. Vibrator in his ass, and a clamp (or something I don’t know enough abt wieners) on his dick. He’s not allowed to cum until he gets the room completely clean, and just when he thinks he’s almost done,

“You missed a spot”

(@espresso-dragon)

@espresso-dragon so there’s so many things you could use to crush his cock!!! This is what I’m using for the story, it’s a little different, but I thought it was fitting since you can use it only on the cock if you want!

Also SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND WENT OF SCRIPT I GOT CARRIED AWAY

Sebastian (cb/t, pain play, vibrato/rs,)

A little flirting didn’t bother you, but Sebastian getting handsy infront of a business partner is where you draw the line. You decided to deal with that cocky ness right away. You dragged Sebastian to your room and told him to get on the bed.

Sebastian laughed a bit, but cooperated and watched as you went over to your closet and dug threw a few hoods you’d thrown on the ground to get a small black box, it had no note worthy markings or patterns, Sebastian gave you a quizzical look when you came over with it.

“I bought this toy for you a while back, I was trying to wait till our anniversary to use this toy on you.” You opened the box to reveal the truth about you’d hidden, Sebastian was familiar with the crush toy, but the ones you’ve gotten him previously don’t come with a remote and were also clear.

Sebastian glanced up at you and gave a coy smile. “You were going to use this on our anniversary night? Isn’t that meant for punishments-“ You gently shoved him back, undoing his dress pants.

“I just wanted to remind you of the mistake you made by asking me out.” He flinched when your hands closed the toy around his cock, locking it in place. You adjusted it carefully to ensure it didn’t pinch his cock or balls before turning on the remote.

Sebastian snapped his legs shut, tensing up as it buzzed to life, he glanced up at you shooting you a worried look. “Why is it buzzing? They don’t usually do that-“ Sebastian is cut off when you press the button and the device tightens. “Shit, wait-not so fast-“ He jerks and reaches to stop it before pausing and looking up at you with doe eyes. “Please, n-not so tight? It’s crushing me-“

You cut him off with a quick tap, having the the screws tightened as far as you could. His legs are shaking already, not that your surprised, the painful pressure on suck a delicate area isn’t something that you prepare for. You lean down, teasing the areas you can still touch on his cock, gently rubbing them.

Sebastian gave a low groan and you can’t help but laugh a bit when he squeaks, hips bucking in an attempt to lesson the pressure on his cock or at least let him get friction. Sebastian was starting to get up when you stopped him. “Stay still, one more thing.”

Sebastian watched you carefully as you grab a bottle of lube and a vibrator. You pour a small amount of lube onto the toy, since this is a punishment, why put any effort in prepping him? He’s a ‘strong demon’ he can handle it, right?

Sebastian cries out as you push the vibrator into him, once it’s completely in you continue to adjust it until Sebastian whines and tries to to rock against the toy, then you let go of it making him cry out.

“There,” You smack his thigh and sit back up. “Now, get up.” You get off the bed, motioning for him to come over. Sebastian shook his head when he realized you weren’t going to continue.

“Master, please,” He awkwardly tried to adjust himself, wincing when the toy ends up giving a light tug on his cock. “Please take it off, there are other forms of punishments-“

You approach him, pushing him onto his back and leaning over him, growling out. “And? I’ve chosen to punish you this way, now you’re going to go back to work, and when you’re done, maybe I’ll take it off.” You were surprised he wasn’t whining about the vibrator, though since you haven’t turned it on yet, he might think it’s just a dildo.

Sebastian nods, avoiding meeting your gaze, he waited till you got up back up to get up and put his clothes back on. You grinned seeing the outline of the toy in his pants. He noticed too, face turning red as he risked a glance at you. “Master, surely you can’t expect me to clean the manor like this with other staff, they’ll notice.”

You tilt your head giving him quizzical look. “That’s the only issues you’re having? Just scared of getting caught?” You scoff at him. “Then just hide it, your good at lying I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Sebastian didn’t budge. You rolled your eyes and stood up. “All right, fine. I’ll give the rest of the staff the day off,” You huff out as you walk past him. “But, you will have to do their work before your punishment is over.”

You’re being fair. There’s far worst things you could be doing, and you’re giving him one last chance to tap out.

Sebastian remains silent, you decide it’s not worth waiting to see him get flustered, but you had to go talk to the rest of your staff and tell them you’re going to pay them for the full day if they go home early.

#nsft #black butler sebastian #sebastian x y/n #sub sebastian #sebastian x reader #sebastian michaelis #sub Sebastian Michaelis #sub black butler #black butler x y/n #black butler x reader #black butler x you #black butler #Sebastian Michaelis #cb/t #cock crushing #dom! reader #dom reader

[mouthfullofmunson]

i’m begging for more pest eddie and pest reader because they’re so funny

Omg thank you so much 😞

Here is some more just for you :)

Okay okay so they are very lovey dovey, but they are obviously pests so any cute moment between then usually turns into something stupid

Eddie wiping her tears while she’s crying and all of a sudden “your fingers smell like cigarettes so bad have you ever washed your hands in your whole entire life?”

And when he fingers her and she gets close to cumming “Jesus Christ could you moan any louder directly in my ear? There is no way a few fingers can feel that good.”

And if he laughs at one of her jokes a little too hard “nothing I say is never that funny” but then she starts laughing at his wheezing (I’m guilty of doing that one 😔)

I don’t know if I said this already but if they get on each others nerves too bad they will bite each other, hard

He goes on complaining about something for too long, bite on the arm

If she gives him the silent treatment, a bite on the neck

And she LOVESSSS to lie and say Wayne is mad at him or Wayne asked him to do something

“Oh my god Eddie what happened I just got in and before Wayne left for work he told me that he’s not speaking to you?!”

“What?! He said that just now? I don’t think o did anything… all we talked about today is how I finished this huge drawing of this dragon, it was super cool he even helped me tack it up on my wall since I can never get it up straight.”

“You’re so stupid! You should’ve seen your face! You looked terrified!”

“You’re the worst girlfriend ever!”

And she also makes up the most random lies to tell the group just so they ask him about it and then he gets all panicked and confused and then he remembers that his girlfriend is a little shit who does this stuff for her own entertainment

“Y/n told me about your problem and I just want you to know I’m here for you man. You know… I have no problem with that, but if you need to talk in here” Steve says while giving Eddie a little pat on the back

“What? What problem?”

“You know… down there”

“What?!”

“Dude she told me you can’t get hard because you used to jerk off too much”

And he does the same but he fucked up so he makes up the most disgusting lies

“Yeah she can’t give head because she’s got a terrible gag reflex and if she does well… you know. And no one wants to clean that up”

“No I do not! You’re the one who threw up trying to eat a fudgsicle yesterday!”

he wants to constantly tickle her because he knows that she hates it and can’t handle more than two seconds

Anytime he’s talking about something that is boring to her (but she knows it won’t hurt his feelings) she fakes falling asleep and then jolts up “oh my god Eddie, I just had a fucking nightmare that you were talking to me about the most boring shit… wait…”

And he is so the type to pants her

She’ll be brushing her teeth and he yanks her shorts down and runs off

And when they are just chilling in bed and he’s eating he will all of a sudden shove a mouthful of chips into his mouth and start loudly crunching them in her ear

And when she’s irritated with him he with grabs her face and start kissing all over her face “oh baby, forgive me! I didn’t mean to break your heart! It was a mistake, a one time thing! It didn’t mean any! I didn’t mean to pants you infront of Steve and Robin!”

“It wasn’t infront of Steve and Robin it was infront of everyone at family video!”

“Okay so it was in front of them because they are included in ‘everyone’…”

OKAY THATS ALL THE THOUGHTS I HAVE I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SM

:)

#my post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #pest!eddie

[minniesmelody]

Hi it's my birthday ( I know, that last thing I said is not that important ) , but I love your fan fic, especially if they all have Gareth as the main protagonist, I would like to know how is Gareth socializes with a girl, who tries to get friends on her first day of school , girl of which no one takes importance because that typical nerd , as Gareth would approach her to strike up a conversation with her.

First impressions

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Gareth Emerson x Fem! Nerd!Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: first day of school in the town of Hawkins was many things, Y/n never expected a warm welcome by curly headed boy to be one of them.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘀: pure fluff. Some cussing but very little.

𝗣𝗼𝘃: first person- Gareth

𝗔/𝗻 : happy birthday my love! I can absolutely write about that and thank you for your kind words! I hope today treats you good and hope most of your birthday wishes come true, with love- 🐭🎀 x

It was a normal boring school day. It was a Wednesday for crying out loud, one of the worst days of the week if you ask me, and the fact that-

“Gareth, hey Gareth” Jeff said to me as he caught up with me, as I walking to first period, it’s too damn early for this.

“Yeah man, what’s up?”

“Did you see the new girl?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

New girl? Who? What? Where? Huh?

“Wait- have you not seen her yet? She is in the same grade as you dude, she made quite the first impression” Jeff said, a small fit of giggles escaping him afterwards.

“What do you mean quite the first impression?” I asked.

“She tripped on the stairs and fell on top of Carver when she first walked into the door, I kinda feel bad cause she did sorta embarrass herself not even a whole Minute of into the school” Jeff explained to me.

Yeah no that does sound kinda bad.

“Well this is my class, see you at lunch” Jeff said as he parted ways with Gareth.

Gareth soon reached the math classroom which was assigned his first period and took his usual seat in the back row. Class had started, usual boring nonsense of numbers and symbols filling his ears. All of that was interrupted though when someone had entered the classroom.

“I’m sorry but is this classroom B29?” The person said, voice belonging to a girl.

“Ah yes, you must be Y/n, the new transfer student, got lost is my guess in why you are late to my class?” The teacher asked her.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry it won’t happen again”

“Yes well, welcome to Hawkins high Y/n, please take a seat somewhere, I was just recapping everyone on how to get the area of a triangle”

I slowly looked around me…damn…the only place left to sit was next to me in the back row. She spotted the seat and took it, slowly sitting down and get trying to get comfortable.

Her outfit was simple, jeans with a red fuzzy cotton sweater and a pair of converse. She had managed to make something so simple look absolutely amazing.

I had caught myself staring, only because she must have felt my eyes burning onto her that she turned her head towards me and shot me a small smile.

Time felt like it froze, like If the world had become Ice.

I didn’t even give her a smile back, just quickly whipping my head back to the chalkboard and trying my hardest for the entire period to keep it that way.

That was the first time I saw her.

The next time was 3rd period, science.

And of course, Mrs. Smith, had placed us next to one another.

We didn’t say anything to one another. But during the class I frequently looked over and watch her. She was doodling in her note book for most of class, different things from stars, to planets, and she even drew a perfect detailed picture of a light saber. What I didn’t expect her to draw next was little dice, mostly D20s, and then it donned on me.

‘Holy shit’ I thought to myself, this girl likes dungeons and dragons. I’ve never met a girl who likes the game, most girls wouldn’t call it a satanic game, the game of the devil in other words. But this girl…not her.

That was the second time I saw her that day. The next was last period. I hadn’t seen her in the cafeteria at lunch, if I did maybe I would have picked up the courage and introduced myself but she wasn’t there, so I didn’t get the chance to.

Last period was P.E, my least favorite class. Coach had given us a free day to do whatever we liked in the gym, I looked over and saw her take that opportunity to go and sit behind the bleachers.

Not very athletic huh? It’s okay, I’m not either. That being one the main reasons why I failed P.E, everyone else ended up with 80s and 90s, while I was stuck between 50s and 60s. But that’s not important right now.

I decided this would be a open chance to introduce myself, so I slowly followed her, stopping a few times along the way to make sure coach or no one else saw me.

There she was, sitting there, a book sitting in her hand, sitting crisscrossed on the floor underneath a bleacher.

She looked so…calm. So care free. Like she was in her own bubble or world, one that included only her and her thoughts. The sight was almost an-

“You know I can see you right?”

My head shot up, I wasn’t expecting her to say something, let alone say something without even looking up, without taking her eyes off the book.

“I- uh- I’m- I just-“

Good job Gareth. Stuttering and making a complete fool out of myself was most definitely the best way to go.

She finally looked up. Her eyes burning into my own. Her eyes were beautiful.

“Hi” she said, a small smile forming on her lips “I’m Y/n”

Y/n. Why did it sound so…good? It definitely fit her. Pretty name for a pretty girl I guess.

“I’m uh- I’m Y/n….WAIT NO..I’m sorry you are

y/n, I’m um…I’m Gareth…”

Good. Fucking. Job. Gareth. Emerson.

“Nice to meet you Gareth” she said with a small giggle.

How did my name sound so good from her? I’ve never loved the sound of my name so much in my life.

I looked down and there sat the book she was reading, it was a Dungeons and dragons guide.

She followed my eyes, hers landing back on the book.

“Dungeons and dragons huh? You play?” I asked her.

“No but I always wanted to play, most people aren’t fond of the game so no one really is up to play”

“Hellfire” I said as soon as she was done saying what she needed to say.

She gave me a puzzled look “sorry?”

“I uh- hellfire, it’s the club I’m in, we play it, Eddie our DM, I could ask him if he could consider you joining” I offered

She just gave me the warmest smile I’ve ever seen “I’d like that”

I knew after that I would try my best to make her feel as welcomed, excepting, and loved to the best of my abilities.

Promise.

#stranger things #hellfire club #gareth emerson #stranger things imagine #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson x reader #dungeons and dungeons #dungeons and dragons #nerdy!reader #gareth the great #minnie speaks🐭🎀 #pls i love this request #hawkins high #corroded coffin #unhealthily obsessed with this man

[starryregard]

the Flight Rising NPCs as Jerma quotes

Tomo: So, you figure anything out in there? 'Nah he's clean, it's back to the drawing board.' Well, that's- uh- that's great. I don't know how to draw, so you're gonna have to do it for me.

Scribbles: [writing on parchment] Absolutly destoryed on red wine, sory guys

Crim: I need that claw. I need that tail. I NEED THAT TOOTH.

Pinkerton: Yeah, I got glasses but I don't really need 'em. I'm just gonna put 'em up there just in case I need to read something… like your number.

Swipp: We're gonna go over these (Funko Pops) one by one and we're gonna talk about if dragons would want them or not, okay? Let's be honest. Chun-Li? [nods] Ding, okay. Ding ding ding. Sure, fine. Ren & Stimpy? [incorrect buzzer noise] No. Half of the people at the Trading Post don't even know what that show is.

Pipp: I will try my hardest to eat one small- a 4x4 piece of plywood.

Tripp: My father is selling this item for one treasure. I mean, let's be real here: at what point do you just burn it?

Roundsey: People just come up to me and give me money, apparently because I remember what they look like.

Baldwin: Like, when you buy yogurt, you know, you can put it in the fridge for a long time. It's preserved! There's organisms that keep that shit alive. It's- I mean the- you could- there's bio… chemical… in there. [pats cauldron] There's biochemical in there.

Galore: You know what fuckin' dragons are supposed to be doing? We're supposed to be fucking picking up a wheelbarrow full of like, treasures and just, like, slowly walking with it and then delivering those treasures to the community… we're not supposed to be like, GIGGITYGIGGITYGIGGITYGIGGITY.

Fiona: [to her roc, Prudence] Okay, wait. Lie down, roll over, claw. Oh, she's so fucking smart! Only my girl!

Arlo: What happened to the dinosaurs, anyway? Did they get extinct? I mean, did they— did they get extinct?

Avery: I can smell you making fun of me. Stop or I'll cry. Stop or I'll cry! STOP OR I'LL CRY!

Glass & Gloss: [singing] One, two, threeeeeee-aaaaaah-ooooooooh. One, two, threeeeeee-aaaaaah-ooooooooh. Hey, do that one again. Eeeeeeeeeeee-

Sage: When in doubt, radish it out.

Arvelle: What's my favorite flavor of gunpowder? Uh, blue raspberry.

Higgins: I feel like I'm the demon in this house. Like, there's a family of seven that lives here, and I don't even see them. I died here like 25 years ago, and I'm just in the house. Opening up the fridge, they hear weird noises from the basement at fuckin' 7 or 8 o' clock.

Marva: This is performance art! You guys don't understand, this is- this is a living painting that you're seeing. Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, they're all dead. I REMAIN, you understand? I REMAIN as a performance artist!

Joxar: I'm not Team Wind, and I'm not Team- uh- Lucas, or whatever it is. I'm Team Merchandise. I'm the guy who- I see what's going on here, and I start designing t-shirts for the eleven flights and make a trillion gems.

Patches: Hey guys. You want me to get drunk on Pirate Week and play with the ship's cannons?

Susie: Bitch I'm going uwu mode?

#flight rising #flight rising shitpost #flight rising meme #mine

[panda-noosh]

eddie munson x reader

   everyone tells you to stay away from eddie munson. you can be infatuated with anyone besides eddie munson.

   the thing is, those people don’t really understand who they’re talking to.

   to you, eddie munson is more than just a high school friend. you have known eddie from the young age of eight years old, when both of you lived in the same trailer park, struggled for the same things, played the same stupid games with mud and rocks when every other kid was making grand use of their two hundred dollar football nets and matching jerseys.

   you and eddie go way back.

   you moved out of the trailer park after your dad remarried and let you move in with him - a very kind move on his part, but it reaped more negatives than positives. you saw eddie less, and there was a brief period of time where you truly believed the best friendship you ever had was over.

   until you went to high school, and he was there.

   “i just cannot seem to get rid of you,” he said the first time he saw you in his biology class. and then he wrapped his gangly arms over your shoulders and pulled you into a hug that would cement this friendship for a lifetime.

   now, you sit in your english class, waiting patiently for madeline to shut the fuck up. she’s a popular girl, on the cheerleading team - squad, cult, whatever it’s called - and she has this desperate desire to basically dictate anyone and everyone’s life as much as she possibly can. every time you sit across from her, ready to learn, she leans forward and starts spouting shit about how much better your life would be if you just got rid of eddie, kicked him to the curb, you’re a nice person, eddie’s the one holding you back from having an abundance of friends.

    you ignore her.

   “he smells, doesn’t he?” junior, one of the football players, chimes in. your grip tightens on your pen. “he looks like he would fucking reek, man. i’m ninety percent sure he just plays that stupid game rather than showering.”

    “DnD,” you mumble.

   junior looks up. “what?”

   “DnD,” you repeat, firmer this time. “Dungeons and Dragons. that’s the game, and no, he doesn’t play it all the time. sometimes he’s here, listening to your bullshit.”

    junior reels back like you’ve slapped him, a loud laugh slipping past his lips that makes you want to draw back and fell him even more; if eddie was here, he’d put them in their place without the violence, would probably be making some massive scene about the state of the school system and how absurd it is that kids can get away with being so dumb, but eddie isn’t here - he’s probably playing DnD with his other friends.

    and this is where things get bitter.

    just the thought makes you want to retract the comments made in his favour. you love eddie, and part of you knows you always will to some capacity, but the energy you used to share with him has gone, led into oblivion by the hands of his other friends - a group of nice boys who you truly would get along with if you sat and spoke to them, but they make you nervous. they know so much more about eddie’s hobbies than you do, and it’s daunting having to sit amongst them and pretend to know everything they’re saying.

    so you go to english class, even though you lose many braincells doing so.

   thankfully, the bell rings to signal end of the day and you are able to leave. you don’t even wait for the teachers dismissal, because why would you listen to a grown man who’s first name you don’t even know? 

     you ignore the stares and the snickers as you storm down the hallway, ready to head home. you would go to eddie’s house if you knew for certain he would be there, but you don’t.

   you don’t really know anything certain about eddie these days.

   ----

     it’s too early in the morning for someone to be knocking on your door.

   you weren’t asleep, of course. sleep isn’t something you find very easy to obtain these days, but that doesn’t make the sound any less confusing. you’re half tempted to just let the culprit keep knocking, but then your dad or his wife will wake up, and then you’ll have to talk to them, and no.

   so, you pull yourself off the sofa and open the door, maybe a little too wide when dealing with a stranger. 

   but it’s just eddie.

   you narrow your eyes, ready to make a snide remark when you notice how dishevelled he looks, like he’s ran here. he’s barefoot, which makes it even worse considering the rough terrain of the trailer park. his shirt is stained with dirt, like he’s fallen over multiple times. twigs and branches are tangled in his hair. his face is pale, breathing jumpy and wrong.

   you grab his hand and drag him inside.

   “holy shit, eddie,” you hiss. “holy shit.”

   “yeah, holy shit is right,” he replies, slumping on the sofa. you hover, waiting for further explanation, but all you get is a blank look, and then-

   “i’m gonna throw up.”

   and then he throws up. all over the floor.

    you jump back. “eddie!”

   he clutches his stomach and rolls onto the floor, forever the dramatic little bitch. you groan, rush into the kitchen and grab the bin from beside the door. he clutches the edges of it, hanging his head over the side as he struggles mercilessly to catch his breath.

   you kneel beside him. “what the fuck is going on?”

    “i don’t know.”

   “what do-”

   “i don’t know!” he throws his head back, slams his ringed ringers into the side of the bin. “fuck, she’s dead, y/n! chrissy is dead!”

    it takes you a minute to realise who he’s talking about. chrissy.

   “the cheerleader?”

   he nods, pressing his hand to his mouth.

    “chrissy the cheerleader is dead?”

   “yes, dumbass!”

    you pause. “how did that happen?”

    eddie belches in reply, like the answer is too much. you rub his back, still trying to process what he meant by such an odd statement; why was he even with chrissy in the first place?

   “are you high?” you ask.

   eddie shoots you a death glare, and even though that doesn’t necessarily answer your question, you’ve seen eddie high plenty of times before, and this is not one of those times. in fact, you’ve never seen him so sober, so alert.

    you swallow thickly. “so. . . chrissy is dead.”

   “please stop repeating that.”

   “i’m sorry! I don’t know what else to say! what do we do?”

    “they’re gonna think it was me, for fucks sake.”

   you draw back, heart dropping into your stomach. “who? why?”

   “who else, y/n?” he falls against the sofa again, one hand wound in his curls. “everyone! she’s laying dead in my fucking trailer right now, eyes gouged out and everything!”

    “eyes gouged - eddie, what the fuck?”

   “it wasn’t me,” he pants. “y/n, it wasn’t me. i swear to god. i didn’t even touch her! i don’t know what happened!” 

   and that’s when he breaks down into tears.

   eddie has always been an emotional guy, but you haven’t seen him this bad in years. years. you haven’t had to hold him so tight in a very, very long time, but right now, it feels like if you don’t, he’ll genuinely break apart. there will be no putting him back together.

   so you sit next to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, dragging his head into your neck. eyes gouged out. chrissy is dead. laying dead in my trailer.

   you close your eyes, holding him tighter. you don’t know what to do. you don’t know if you’re comforting a murderer right now. you don’t even know what’s happened - all you’re certain of is eddie munson, your best friend, sobbing uncontrollably after running barefoot to your house in the dead of night. you don’t know how to ignore that. 

----

     eddie doesn’t stick around very long the next morning.

   he wakes you up roughly, shaking your shoulder, kicking your feet as they hang over the side of the sofa. you’re barely awake when he drags you out the front door and into the dim morning, the cold air startling you into reality just long enough to realise what is going on.

   “where are we going?”

   “we need to get out of there before your dad wakes up,” he replies, before shooting you an exasperated look. “have you never been on the run before?”

   you can’t reply, too busy focusing on keeping your footing. eddie clearly has not slept a wink, and honestly, you can’t blame him; it’s a miracle that even you were able to get some sleep, considering last nights events. they come flooding back to you as you follow eddie through rough terrain, frosted grass soaking the underside of your old trainers. you glance over to make sure he’s okay, remembering so clearly the way he sobbed into your shoulder the night before - how can he just get over that so fast? how can he go from one extreme to the other without even batting an eye?

     finally, after what feels like forever, eddie pulls you into a tiny shack hidden beneath a canopy of old trees. he has to kick the door open with more force than you’re comfortable with, but it flies open nonetheless, revealing a single room littered with spider webs. there’s a table in the centre, a blue tarpaulin draped over it; eddie immediately makes a b-line for it, pulls the tarpaulin off the table and drapes it over your shoulders; tiny raindrops slide down the collar of your shirt, making you squeal.

   eddie claps a hand over your mouth. “sh!”

   you shove the tarpaulin to the ground. “what the fuck?”

   “you seemed cold,” he replies, picking it up. “your hand was shivering in mine.”

   and call you crazy, because you really shouldn’t be feeling butterflies in your stomach at such a simple comment, especially when it was made at a time like this. you train your expression into one of frustration, all furrowed brows and a frown to match; eddie simply rolls his eyes and goes back to jerkily inspecting every crevice of the room.

    “where are we anyway?” you ask. “we’re definitely at high risk of early death staying in here.”

    “probably,” eddie replies, throwing an old baseball glove at you. “it’s an a-star place to hide, though.” he leaps onto the table and starts inspecting the roof, tweaking a pair of loose screws. giggling, he looks at you and says, “what does this remind you of?”

   you throw the baseball glove at his crotch. 

   “ay, alright!” he jumps back down and joins you. you wrap your arms around your middle and sigh, watching the fog drift from your lips; it’s freezing. you have half a mind to complain about it, but you don’t think that will get you very far at a time like this. you still have so many questions, so many worries, but you don’t know how to organise them in a way that would make sense. 

   “you still cold?” 

   eddie’s voice is soft now, softer than you’ve ever heard it, certainly softer than it should be at a time like this.

   you shrug. “a little. i’ll warm up.” you push yourself onto the table and swing your legs back and forth. “are you gonna explain to me what happened yet?”

    eddie goes silent, and this time you don’t fill it in with words of pity, or words of comfort. you watch him mess with his bottom lip, the veins popping from his forearm. you watch him pace back and forth before finally deciding to take a seat beside you; his feet don’t swing like yours do. he used to tease you about that, but now he just stares at the ground, nibbling his lower lip.

   “she’s definitely dead,” he says. “and - and whatever happened to her. . .” he inhales, glances at you. “y/n, she didn’t die a peaceful death. she was in pain. mad pain. she was somewhere else entirely.”

    “what does that mean, eddie?”

   silence.

    you grab his arm. “eddie, you have to talk to me. i know how you get - maybe this isn’t as bad as your brain is making you think. maybe i can go back out there and make things right-”

    “there’s nothing to make right, y/n. she’s dead. dead, in my trailer.” he scoffs, shaking back his shaggy hair. “people already see me as a freak. the fact a girl got her eyes blown up at my house probably won’t even surprise them; they’ve been wanting me locked up for years.”

    a sour taste fills your mouth, but only because you know he’s telling the truth. you suppose a part of you always believed eddie was too lost in his own world to understand the cruel things people always said about him, but here you are, listening to him admit that he’s actually listened to every word, and it does effect him, whether he shows it or not.

    you swallow. “so, what? we’re just gonna sit in here for the rest of our lives?”

   he flops onto his back. the table creaks. “i’ll be sitting here for the rest of my life; you, my dear, are free to do whatever you want.”

    “you don’t actually expect me to leave you.”

   he glances at you. you capture the tiniest flicker of his smirk, like he’s impressed by you. “don’t be stupid, l/n. you’ve got a loving family to go home to.”

    you scoff, and flop down next to him. “do i fuck. my dad doesn’t even want me anymore; he thinks i’m holding him back from having a real family with his new wife.”

   “bullshit. that man worships the ground you walk on, and you know it.” eddie shrugs. “can’t say i blame him, either.”

   you roll your eyes, even as the words burn a hole in your chest that makes you feel like you could break down crying at any moment; eddie always jokes like this, little flirtatious jabs that mean nothing to him but everything to you.

   “but i’m being serious, petal,” he continues. “you go. tell everyone i tried to attack you in the woods. get the most out of this whilst you can.”

    “eddie. . .”

    “you’re not gonna go all hero on me, are you?” 

   you frown. he’s right, of course. you have every reason under the sun to just walk right out of this shack and feign ignorance to the rest of the world, to just sit and wait for eddie to get caught and the drama to begin. he’s hardly been the best friend to you these days, and listening to him now makes you realise he might just realise that himself. 

   but doing that doesn’t even feel like an option. leaving him behind like he’s nothing more than some guy you grew up with - it’s a lie. it’s a lie, and you can’t do it.

    “y/n.”

   you glance over to see him staring, waiting for you to respond. “eddie.”

   “i’m serious. go.”

   “if you wanted me to go, you wouldn’t have dragged me here in the first place.”

   eddie scoffs. “you have to be so stubborn, don’t you?”

   “tell me i’m wrong.”

   he shrugs. “i mean, nah. you’re not wrong. i wanted your face to be the last one i see before the cops send me off to the electric chair.”

    “don’t say that. that’s not funny.”

   he laughs anyway, because that’s what eddie munson does in times of crisis. he yells, and he laughs, and he plays along to the nickname of ‘freak’ because it’s so much easier than fighting it. 

   “i’m not going anywhere,” you say after a moment. and then you take a risk, sliding your fingers along the wooden table until you are holding his hand, his rings cold against your palm, his fingers engulfing your own. he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even look your way, but you feel the tenseness in his arm, watch the veins throb in his forearm, like he wants something more but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

    “you know, y/n,” he says, voice hoarse. “i’ve missed you a hell of a lot these past few weeks. a hell of a lot.”

    “have you? why didn’t you invite me to all those hellfire meetings then?” you glance over. “i would have come, eddie. you know that.”

   “i know. i just. . . i don’t know. it’s weird not having you to myself sometimes. i want you to meet my friends, but i also want you to sit with me, on our own. you know?”

   you don’t know, but you let him babble.

   “i should have invited you. it would have been nice,” he continues. “but i like this. just sitting with you. chilling. not a single soul in sight.”

   “being on the run from the cops?”

   “romantic, i’d say.”

   you giggle, even though the mention of romance - once again - makes you feel like there’s a hole being ripped open in your chest. you want to tell him to stop, that you can’t spend what could very well be your last few hours with him, feeling this way. 

    “you’re still my best friend, petal,” he continues, and that’s when you notice he’s rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, a slow and gentle strum that makes your body heat up more than it should. “that’s why i came to you before anyone else.”

    “y-yeah?”

   his head snaps up. “did you just stutter?”

   you look away, cursing under your breath. it’s too late, though - the mistake has been spotted by eddie, and there’s no running from it now. he laughs, loud and oh-so annoying, before grabbing your chin between two fingers and turning your head to look at him.

   you scowl. “i’ll spit in your face.”

   “spit in my mouth, and i won’t complain.”

   “eddie!”

   he laughs again, only this time you can’t help joining in. it reminds you of old times, where you would both say the stupidest shit to each other until tears ran down your cheeks, and people were telling you to shut up. 

   his hand drops from your chin to your collarbone. he can probably hear your heartbeat, a steady thump beneath his fingers, but you’re too lost in the moment to care. you’re also too lost in the moment to notice him leaning forward, not until the room is suddenly blocked out by the curtain of shaggy hair now covering your face. your laughter dies in your throat, replaced by a strangled gasp that makes eddie laugh just that little bit more, but he seems too distracted to laugh like before; it’s a breathless laugh, one that makes you want to do horrible, unspeakable, not-best-friend-like things to him.

    you swallow thickly. he watches your throat bob, his fingers slowly crawling up your collarbone until they rest on the hollow of your throat. 

   “eddie. . .,” you whisper. his eyes slip closed, like his name on your lips is all he needed. “eddie, what are you. . .”

   but he’s already leaning forward, his eyes still closed, but his lips inches from your own. you can feel his breath on your skin. you can feel his fingers trembling on your throat. you can feel everything, and you don’t know what to do with it all. 

   so you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair. he jumps, eyes snapping open. you give him a tiny, watery smile, too scared to say anything lest he pull away, taking the moment with him.

    “you have very pretty lips,” he whispers.

    you giggle quietly. “do i?”

   “mhm.” he presses on the hollow of your throat - just once - before finally, finally, swooping down and kissing you. whatever hole once opened in your chest disappears immediately, replaced by an explosion you can only describe as euphoric. you groan as if in desperation, which makes eddie laugh against your mouth - because there he goes again, your eddie, forever laughing, even in times like these. 

   his hand travels to your hips, pulling you into him despite the awkward angle. honestly, you’ll take any type of contact right now, as long as it’s eddie pressed against you, as long as it’s his gorgeous hands holding you in place. you trail your fingers through his hair, using the curls to press his lips closer to your own, and the groan he releases into your mouth makes every creaking bone and awkward angle so, so worth it.

    you pull away only when air is getting scarce. the minute your lips are your own again, eddie lets out a howl so loud you wouldn’t think for a minute he was a convict on the run. he flops onto his back, hands behind his head, goofy grin on his face.

    you roll your eyes, still trying to catch your breath. “you really think you’re all that now, huh?”

   “fuck,” he exclaims, placing one hand over his growing crotch. “that was everything i thought it would be, and more! woo!” 

    you laugh. “give it a rest, munson. and keep your voice down.”

   “you can’t tell me to keep my voice down after that.” he shakes his head, still smiling dumbly. “you ever played strip DnD?”

    “no, and i never will.”

   eddie purses his lips, still swollen. “we’ll see about that.”   

#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 064

Yeah, so this is the one where they kind of stopped giving a shit.

Last time, Goku and Vegeta came back for a third attack on the bad guys, and this time they do a little better.  Vegeta actually overpowers Black, and he concludes that this was because Vegeta was so angry over seeing him stab Trunks earlier. 

Uh, no, it was because Vegeta trained for like five months in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.  Oh, he’s not listening to me, so he’s just gonna stab his own hand. 

So this... somehow... allows Black to create a big energy scythe, as opposed to that energy dagger he was using before.  And when he swings it he makes... something.  Somehow.  Even Black doesn’t know what it is, and I’m pretty sure the writers don’t know either, but they continue to use it as a plot device for half of this episode.

What is especially infuriating about all this is that Vegeta just floats there like a dumbass while all of this is going on.  He was beating the absolute shit out of Black before, and then he just... stops?  This isn’t an unusual thing for this show.  Sometimes characters like to play with their food, so to speak.  And sometimes they’re genuinely curious to see what their opponent will try next.  But Vegeta’s already lost to this guy twice, so it’s frustrating to see him taking such a passive role this close to the end.

Meanwhile, Goku’s doing well against Zamasu, which kind of goes to my point.  They’ve basically worked out a plan where Goku keeps Zamasu busy so Vegeta can have a clear shot at Black.  Zamasu’s indestructible, which means Goku can never truly defeat him this way, but if Vegeta can kill Black, they can double-team Zamasu and at least contain his punk ass until they figure out what to do with him.  But if Vegeta’s just going to float around and watch Black invent new tricks, this puts the whole plan at risk.

And sure enough, that’s what happens.  Black’s rasberry jam space rift has somehow created duplicates of himself, which corner Vegeta and draw Goku into the fight.  This whole business is never explained or resolved, so I’m not going to waste any more time on it.  Goku Black can make infinite copies of himself, and then he just stops doing that and it never gets brought up again.

This frees up Zamasu to attack Trunks, Mai, and Bulma, who are repairing the Time Machine, and the pot that Goku brought along for using the Evil Containment Wave.  The pot is fixed, but only Goku learned the technique, and there’s no time to get him.  So Bulma decides that Trunks will have to learn the move himself. 

Wait, can’t Goku just teleport to intercept Zamasu?  No, because the raspberry jam thing is interfering with his ability to locate ki signals.  This hastily conceived macguffin thought of everything.

So let me try to explain this debacle.  Bulma doesn’t know how to do the Mafuba herself, obviously, but she did see Piccolo demonstrate it the night before, so she at least knows the pose you use to do it.  Except, no, she doesn’t.  She has Trunks do a bunch of different poses, and none of them are even close to the right stance. 

Then she remembers she recorded the whole thing on her phone, which seems like a weird thing to forget, but I’ve never invented a time machine, so maybe Bulma’s just Built Different.

So Piccolo does it and it kicks ass, great video, Piccolo, you’re doing amazing sweetie, and Trunks thinks he has the general idea, but he’s still not sure if he can pull it off.  Remember, Goku learned this move last night and it took him hours to get it down.

He needs time to practice, so Bulma goes out to meet Zamasu and distract him with a fake seduction thing.  I mean, this would work on me, because the dingy labcoat and chonky work boots is one of my favorite Bulma looks.  Damn, I can smell the fish sausage juice from here. 

But Zamasu? Well, he’s a different kind of cat.  The not-attracted-to-women kind.  I mean, I don’t know what the term is, but everyone just understands there’s some sort of Onceler self-cest bit going on between Zamasu and Goku Black, right?

So Trunks comes out and thinks Bulma is dead, so he gets mad.  Really really mad!  And as well all know, the madder you get, the less practice you need to execute the Mafuba, so he gets it right on the first try!  Hooray. 

Wait, no, that’s not how this works at all!  This whole episode is bullshit!

Also, Bulma was okay, because it turns out Black and Zamasu are really lousy at killing people.  I know Goku Black killed Future Bulma at the start of this story, but I’m starting to think she survived somehow.  Or, if she did die, maybe it was an accident.  Black grabbed her and a stray spark ignited the flammable solvents that had soaked into her clothes. 

Now, this could be satisfying in spite of all the idiot comedy they worked into this, except there’s one more “hilarious” punch line: Goku forgot to bring the magic seal needed to complete the technique.   So Zamasu just breaks out of the pot, no worse for wear. 

That spooks Black enough to come running to Zamasu’s side, and he finds Zamasu visibly shaken by the experience.  And then Goku and Vegeta show up soon after, since they don’t have to deal with that raspberry jam thing anymore. 

So the Zammies decide to stop fooling around and use their ultimate weapon: Fusion.  One of them switches his earring to the opposite ear, and they combine together just like Vegito in Dragon Ball Z. 

And now they’re this guy, which is at least convenient, because it means no more bullshit double-teams, and fewer speeches. 

So the thing is, I get that they couldn’t have the Mafuba be the final play of the arc.  They were clearly setting up fusion from the start.  Everyone noticed Goku Black’s single Potara earring from the start, and this episode is the payoff to that idea.  So I don’t have a problem with Zamasu breaking out of the pot. 

The problem is that they set up the Mafuba as a legitimate strategy, and then turned it into a complete joke.  We wasted a big chunk of an episode watching Goku learn the technique, and he never even got to use it!  Then the jar got broken, then Trunks had to learn it on the fly, and then Zamasu had to get slower and dumber in order to make that process even slightly believable.  Seriously, did it take him twenty minutes to fly over to where Bulma and Trunks were? 

And then it turns out the Mafuba was never going to work because they didn’t bring along a seal.  Which... could be a good joke.  I don’t object to the construction of all these gags.  Trunks doing silly poses, Bulma doing a fake seduction in her late 40′s, the Mafuba failing because of the issues with the pot and seal, those can all be very funny.  

Except that this arc is trying to be all grimdark, at least for the parts in this dystopian future world.  Look at History of Trunks, for goodness sakes.  Imagine if they put a fart joke in that.  The Saiyans Saga was pretty intense, but it still had a lot of gags.  King Kai is a literal comedian.  But they didn’t do jokes in the middle of the fighting.  They didn’t have Goku handing off the Spirit Bomb energy to Krillin, and then he goes “Uh... wait, how did this work again?  I forgot!”

A big, big part of what makes the humor work in Dragon Ball is the timing.  What’s awful about the Zamasu arc is that it sort of understood this concept, and then kept screwing it up anyway.  There’s a grimdark world (Trunks’ timeline) and a lighter world (the main Earth).  And they do all the Pilaf gags and Beerus rants and fart jokes in the lighter setting.  Most of the jokes suck in this arc, but at least they put them in the right places.  And then suddenly we get Episode 64, where they’ve got some decent jokes for the first time, and they completely kill the mood. 

It would have been much more palatable to have Zamasu escape the pot in some other way.  Maybe Goku Black breaks him out, but that seems a bit too obvious.  Maybe Zamasu could just escape on his own, demonstrating that the technique doesn’t work on someone like him.  (”Did you really expect an ‘Evil Containment Wave’ to trap a god?!”)

But a joke reason to set Zamasu loose is just really dumb.  It makes it sound like they don’t take the threat seriously, and that could work in a different story, like one of the tournament arcs where the antagonists are just opposing fighters instead of genocidal monsters.  But the Zamasu arc keeps trying to raise the stakes with anger.  Black and Zamasu are motivated by their anger at mortals and injustice.  Goku is motivated by his anger over the murder of Chi-Chi an Goten in an alternate timeline.  Vegeta is motivated by his anger over Bulma’s death in an alternate timeline, and Trunks’ life being in danger.  The plotline is trying to flow in the direction of making the characters angrier and angrier until the angriest one wins, I guess.  So putting a dumb joke in the middle is stupid.  It’s a good way to relieve the tension, but the objective here is to build tension, not relieve it!

I’ve said enough.  Let’s just get on to the one where they make Vegito to counter Merged Zamasu... wait, that’s in Episode 66.  Then what the hell do they do in Episode 65? 

Fuck.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #vegeta #goku black #zamasu #bulma #mai #trunks #master roshi #piccolo #fuck the zamasu saga forever

[vickylamore]

ATEEZ As Fathers On Their Child's First Day Of School

notes; can yall imagine them as parents 😭 obviously this is entirely fictional but I was seeing a few for NCT and I'm like, "what if ___ the type to take a bunch of pictures just to embarrass their kid later on?" And poof, came the idea. More under the cut!

Seonghwa

Now, you know he's an amazing father, just like the rest of the group. He's smart, cunning and super responsible so you know damn well the man's prepared for the first day of school.

You as his S/O will 100% take care of the back-to-school shopping because somehow, you know that he'll spend all the money uniquely on drawing things.

"Look at this one, this one's filled with glitter. You want this one, bub?"

"Hwa, you got six different brands of glitter markers."

"And? We gotta test out every single one to figure out which ones the best."

Anyways. The glitter markers are 100% more for him than his child but you didnt hear it from me.

Hwa does however take care of the snacks and all things nutrition for his child. And its down to the bone.

Snacks that are litterally so good that you could snack on for days AND theyre healthy? Check. Juice boxes that are the real deal and none of the fake flavors? Check.

Oh? You asked about lunchables? SeongHwa makes them, doesn't buy.

A litteral homemade chef.

He wants his child to have a good meal at school :((

And as for his child's water bottle, they customized that shit UP.

Teaches them things like manners etc.

He 100% sets six different alarms to make sure he doesn't mess up his child's special day.

Turns out that he didn't need all of them because he woke up half an hour before the first one.

On the first day of school, you swore you saw this man shed a tear as soon as his child hopped into the school bus and it drove away. His baby's all grown up now and going to school, he's a mess.

You totally caught that on video tho ;)

Hongjoong

You know those dads that do everything by the book and make sure everything is perfect down to the nail?

Yeah, that's Hongjoong.

He's so ready, its ridiculous.

If you didnt know he only had one child, you'd think its his fifth rodeo.

He definitely has a budget for everything and spends excatly the amount planned.

He's also quite the fashionista.

He definitely makes his child walk the runaway in store dressing/changing rooms. If you're gonna walk, you BETTER walk. His words.

No but wait until he finds the clearance section and he goes berserk. He finds the best and most comfortable clothes for like 10$, its insane.

"Look at you, all suit up! If anyone asks, you get your fashion taste from your father and not from your mother."

"Excuse me?"

Hongjoong's the one taking pictures, but about one to three pictures. He believes that even the worst taken one has the best stories behind them.

He let his child customize their backpack. You want a dragon and snowflakes on it? You got a deal.

Lowkey the type of parent that makes sure their child knows the alphabet and how to count to ten. He wants his child to go, "I know how to count because of my daddy!" <3

He also tries to still his child's hair but it goes really wrong and you gotta save the day before you ALL start stressing cause you got no time left.

Gives the biggest hug to his child :( he's so proud of them.

When he goes back home, he kinda feels sad :(( although his S/O is right there, the house feels so empty without his little baby.

But then, when his child gets back from school, he's definitely spoiling them with ice cream or something. And they totally went to the park after too.

Yunho

Probably the one of the softest out of all of them.

Yunho just looks at his child and goes, "ah, when did you grow up so fast?"

He actually wants to stuff his child in his bag and take them everywhere, they're like the perfect duo its insane.

When it comes to school supplies, he's cautious about what you guys buy. Scissors? Are they safe? His baby is like five years old, he doesn't want them hurting themselves.

He really is the type of parent that makes sure their child has SHOE drip. A pair of shoes for every occasion.

Notebooks or binders? No, shoes.

Red shoes, blue shoes, yellow shoes, dress shoes, sneakers, cleets EVEN if his child doesn't play soccer.

Shoes.

You get the point.

He watched tutorials on how to do their child's hair, especially if he has a daughter. He practiced BEFORE the first day of school because he wants to be prepared.

"Daddy, why are you parting my hair like that?"

"Trust the process, sweetheart."

He definitely engages his child in any cognitive or stimulative games like puzzles. And he plays with them all the time (although he's manipulated because he somehow bargains with his child and he somehow always loses and said child ends up on his phone).

On the first day of school, he's so giddy. He's never not smiling.

He legit hoisted his child on his back and ran all the way down the street. They probably did like... three tours of the block before Yunho got tired.

Yunho and his child have a waving contest while the bus drives away. They kept waving until the bus turned the corner at the end of the street.

When his child came back, they definitely played games while she/he talks about their day.

Yeosang

Forget about helping the child, help him instead.

Yeosang is confused, but isn't but he is at the same time.

Confused? Here:

On the first day of school, he knows where the bus should pick up his child yet spends five minutes looking for the street despite the fact that its a block from where you live.

Anyways.

My man is HOOKED in. Makes sure his child knows his/her worth because they are special.

He WILL write cute little notes all over the house and send his child on a quest to find of all of them and read them.

^ he does this because he knows some kids can be super mean so his child is gonna have a heart of gold and armor of steel. Nothing else, nothing more.

His child is the one to show him hand games like STICKS and Patty-Cake. He looks at them half the time like, "am I doing this right?"

"I don't know daddy, I think."

Bless their souls.

Unlike the others, Yeosang knows how to do his child's hair. Litterally an angel. Does the cutest do for them, its adorable :(

The morning of the first day of school, Yeosang prepares the best breakfast for his little one, cutting the pancakes in shapes and drawing a smiley face on the eggs.

If he doesn't take pictures then you, his S/O, does. He wouldn't know you took any until you guys get back home.

When his child is fully dressed with their bag on and ready to go, he kinda just stares at them. Like... thats his baby finally going out in the social world to be social and learn :(

He's so locked in that you called him like three times and he snapped out of it like, "huh? What did I miss?"

On the way to the bus stop, Yeosang does not let go of his child's hand.

Gives the biggest forehead kiss before they go onto the bus and they, again, just stare at each other while the bus rolls away.

Protect them, Im begging.

San

Just look AT HIM :(

Anyways, San will make the day 100x more exciting than it actually is.

They have a countdown calendar until the first day of school... they started when his child was three years old.

Is the type to read a bedtime story to their child and forget that its past their bedroom. They ended up reading five different ones.

They also made a fort the night before, and they fell asleep in said fort. Its still up, you don't have the heart to take it down.

Does everything for his child. They want pancakes for breakfast? Bet. They want strawberries and chocolate chip cookies? Who could say no to that beautiful face.

Hes lowkey manipulated by his child. The kid wants cookies for their school lunch and San was this close to agreeing.

Its okay, you can shake your head.

Stickers! He picked a sticker to put on his lunchbox and backpack, they decorated it themselves.

He lets his child help out the morning of. They wanna help make breakfast? They wanna do their own hair? They want to pick their outfit? Of course, go ahead.

But he will tell his kid if what they're wearing isn't the best outfit for school.

If his kid is arsty, he will buy them an art set and let them gloat to their friends what their father bought them.

On the way to the bus stop, San lets his child sit on his shoulders and name them all the thing they see.

"Daddy, it's your turn."

"I spy with my little eye, something thats... yellow!"

"Like... like the school bus, daddy?"

"What do you— oh my God!"

Yeah...

San and his child have a little routine :( one kiss to each cheek, one boop to the nose, a hug followed by a I love you. You caught it on video right before they boarded :((

San didnt cry, but you have pictures of his eyes watering.

Mingi

Sigh.

His child and him are twins. Forget about your kid going to school, Mingi's going with them.

Hes so happy :( like LOOK AT THIS BABY

Mingi takes care of everything. Bath, hair, clothes, lunch, shoes, supplies— everything.

#Housewife.

You could hear their little giggles from the bathroom as they started a bubble bath and still haven't gotten out yet.

^ its been thirty minutes, please get out.

He also reads his child bedtime stories! Except that they fall asleep together after half a story.

You can't let them go shopping together. They will ransack the entire store if they really wanted to. He honestly spoils them too much, the kid have like three different notebooks with a calendar, studying materials, cue cards and stationary........ the child's five years old.

He will wear a pair of matching shoes with his child, like he thinks its cute.

It very well is the cutest shit ever.

Before leaving the house, they plan a whole bunch of games and it ends up with your child shrieking from the living room and Mingi tickling them to the point of death.

If his child needs glasses, he is THE man to ask. They got four pairs.

"Mingi, love... why four?"

"One for reading, two for seeing and a backup pair."

"Three of them are backup pairs!"

When its time to say goodbye, they both start crying :((( they're each others best friends who have been stuck to each other's hip. They missed each other when the door closed.

Like he tried so hard to smile but his baby is starting a new milestone like :(

Definitely spoiled them when they got back tho.

Wooyoung

Yall know how its usually the child crying when they leave for school?

Yeah, except Wooyoung's the one crying and not the kid. It 100% goes;

"Daddy, why are you crying? Everyones looking! This is kinda embarrassing."

"Im not crying, your mother made me cry."

"!?"

Do NOT let this man prepare your child's lunch box, I'm begging.

"A little brownie and chocolate chip cookies for lunch won't hurt you, right?"

You'll be surprised if you don't get a call from your child's teacher asking why the hell their lunchbox is filled with sweets and not a single slice of apple.

Man is taking 1000 pictures per minute, you gotta delete most of them because either;

a; its a picture of the ceiling.

b; its a picture thats blurry that you thought it was the window but it was actually the back of your head.

c; half his face is covering the camera.

d; its a zoom in of your child's eyes.

Or e; its just... blank.

So much screaming and running around. I don't know why he was panicking, the bus isn't gonna pass in another hour.

Your child also has an almost identical laugh to your husband so you can only imagine them giggling half the time while your kid's getting dressed.

Unlike Yeosang, Wooyoung teaches his child manners through bribering.

"What do you say when someone gives you something?"

"Thank you!"

"Good job, here's a slice of cake."

It was 7 in the morning when that happened^

You can assure that they raced to the bus stop. You can only imagine the neighbors watching as a five year old beat their father in a sprinting race.

When the bus finally rolled around, he was a sobbing mess, it was ridiculous. He would try to say bye but sobs would just escape his mouth like he was grieving or something.

He was feeling better when your kid gets back home. They were litterally skipping down the street together.

Jongho

HE SLEPT THROUGH THE ALARM TWICE.

Anyways, he spent all night thinking about how his kid was going to do on their first day.

You know damn well he looked through the old photo albums and cried at like 2 am in the morning because something so small became a child that he cannot get enough of.

But he does need at least three cups of coffee to keep up with his child's energy.

Your kid was the one to wake him up and rush him despite that it was 6 am and the bus wouldn't be there til 7:40 am.

Cue to Jongho chasing after a semi makes toddler because they taught it would be fun to tire out their father BEFORE it hit 6 am.

Hes very patience so he plays along and promises to by them something after school.

Jongho and you are you little ones biggest supporters. They wanna use the hallway as a runaway? Where are the cameras?! They wanna wear sunglasses to school even if its raining? Go ahead!

But Jongho also carries his kid everywhere. Towards the stove to get his fourth cup of coffee, towards the living room to watch cartoons, to the shoe rack to get shoes. His little angel is secured in his arm.

They will have debates about every single piece of garment they'll wear. I'm lying, they arent even debates— the kid's too smart for their own good.

"Dont you wanna wear the green socks?"

"But daddy, if I wear green socks, my feet are going to camouflage with the grass and they'll disappear!"

"... good point, let's go with purple."

When it was time to say goodbye at the bus stop, his kid didn't want to leave :(( they held other his hand linger then expected and their eyes started to water and aaAH :(((((

Jongho had to wipe them away and comfort them for a minute or two, but his child just didn't want to go.

And now they were in the car jamming to songs playing on the radio :) forget the bus! Car ride to school!

That being said, he walked his kid to class and finally, they bidded goodbye (only after making Jongho promise that he was going to pick them up later).

#vickylamore #vickywritings #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez fic #hongjoong x reader #Seonghwa x reader #mingi x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #yunho x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fanfiction #this shit is so cute i wanna die