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Hi! Can you draw Shag Rugg from The Hillbilly Bears? Please.
Yeah!!
#I literally dropped everything to do this#had no idea what the character is or what show so I did research#this is him right?#he's so stinking cute!!#I feel ashamed that I didn't know this existed#i love yogi bear but didn't know about the hillbillies#This is my first ever drawing request#yippee!!!#Thank you for this opportunity anon!#anyways#rambles#artists on tumblr#cute#digital art#hillbilly bears#shag rugg#berry asks
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When you think you have written something original and it turns out someone else thought of it 11 years ago...
Thank you @anitabrassi for bringing this to my attention
#feel ashamed now#people are going to think i plagiarised it#i truly didn't know this existed#milex#ao3 milex smut#ao3fic
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Hey uh
anyone here on Art Fight this year or-
Cuz I'm on there, same name and everything. I'm on Team Vampires.
You can like, add me or whatever...I mean, if you want...

I haven't interacted with anyone on here or even really drawn in a couple months, sweet pulsating spider-christ ...
#I KNOW I KNOW I CAN JUST. DO THE THING. BUT I ALSO CAN'T. YKNOW????#I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY MIND HAS BEEN I DON'T#I'M STILL STRUGGLING WITH HEALTH Y'ALL#and sometimes instead of bouncing back and forth from feeling stable enough to do things and absolute dog shit i just-#-'welp i guess I'll just not do anything! that'll solve all of my problems! I'll get better if i don't do things and just rest and space out#-'WOW I CAN JUST BE ISOLATED AND PATHETIC IN MY ROOM ALL DAY COOL'#like...I EVEN GOT MY PAIN MEDS BACK! AND I QUALIFIED FOR A HIGHER DOSE WHICH IS A MIRACLE BC THIS IS FLORIDA!!#but like. idk.#and it's not like i don't care at all!!! I've missed you guys like fuck!!!! i just feel like I'm so far behind and everyone is on another-#-plane of existence at this point! and the longer it goes the more guilty i feel coming back bc i feel ashamed and lazy...#but i know you guys don't give a shit about at all. and I'm sorry for assuming and being so hard on myself#but also my fandoms are all over the place rn so uh. I'm so sorry LOL#but seriously anyone on art fight?? i really need to get back drawing but it's daunting...#especially since my guess 2 or 3 years were kickass by the last 2 literally no one but my wife interacted with me#one friendly fire from my partner. in two fights. after putting HOURS OF EFFORT THRU CHRONIC PAIN AND ILLNESS into all of those pieces...#i know I didn't draw a fuckton but i just got so discouraged and sad after awhile. and some never even got any attackee comments.#it all felt so damn pointless#but I'm nothing if not a survivor#as Zapp Brannigan once said; 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is spongy and bruised'#I'm a hot fuckin mess but even if i barely get any interaction at all again i can at least say i didn't give up-#and put in effort and love like always. no half-assing with art fight unless it's just me and my wife or a friend doin stupid friendly fires#BUT ANYWAY I STILL WANNA FUCK SLASHERS. IF ANYTHING THERE'S STILL THAT. IT'S STILL ME.
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How is it possible that some of the kids doesn't even know who hello kitty is >:(
#I would feel embarrassed and ashamed of my existence#hello kitty is my idol my icon that's who I wanted to be#shame on today's kids#I felt so upset when I heared one kid didn't even know that like what do you live for#hello kitty
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the way choso/sukuna would definitely say those exact same words, have the same exact look on their eyes as theu fingers your pussy with their long, thick fingers for the first time, as their thumb stroke your sensitive clit, pinch it. their eyes lustfuly watching the way wetness gush out your tight little pussy.
"it's so warm, so good i want it around my cock". "does this feel good? where? here?". "more more i want to hear more of your sounds". "is every human this sensitive or is it just your pretty little pussy?".
their eyes widen as soon as your back arch, and thighs tremble as you squirt out with a scream, hot stream leaving your pussy and spilling on their face- they whimper once they feels the hot liquid, opening their mouth wide, drinking in the hot liquid that kept gushing out, your body shakes- you cry ashamed and turned on by what's happening.
your stream kept going- making their eyes roll back into their skull and cumming undone on your bed sheets, locking their mouth into your tiny pee opening just below your clit, drinking in every last drop.
you lay down twitching every once in awhile as their hot breath lands on your pussy, you wanted to die from how embarrassed you felt- ashamed that you had peed, squirt on them.
"one more please?" they whispers into your pussy giving it kitten licks, staring at you.
we all write about how sukuna wouldn't be a virgin but if we think about it, sukuna definitely wouldn't be sexually active especially, or at least he wouldn't know yet about all the filthy kinks that exist now but it didn't exist at his time so ;3
#choso smut#choso x reader#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#choso x you#sukuna x you#choso kamo smut#sukuna ryomen smut#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#choso kamo x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#jjk fanfic#choso x y/n#sukuna x y/n
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warnings: amab caitlyn, afab reader, mean caitlyn (kinda), public sex, reader is wearing a dress and heels, bratty reader, unprotected sex, throat fucking (r receiving), spanking, cheating, lmk if i forgot anything. mdni!!!!!
caitlyn keeps you up at night.
not in the sense that she talks too much, or that she's busy between your legs to let you sleep. though, you can't see yourself minding either of those reasons.
it's in the sense that you can't stop thinking about the woman you can't have.
she's so perfect to you, in the way she moves and in the way she exists, just everything about her.
there's a permanent throbbing between your legs when you're around her. you know she's seeing someone, and you know it's wrong, you'd never sabotage her relationship.
but if that's true, then, how did you end up here? how did you end up face down, ass-up in her bed? why is her cum spilling out of your hole?
to be fair, it wasn't your fault. it was caitlyn's.
turns out she's been wanting you just as bad as you've been wanting her. she's been using maddie to stop thinking about you.
you're both scions of noble families, you've seen each other almost every weekend for your entire lives, but you've never really gotten along. maybe it was the lust or the tension between you two, but you were constantly on edge around each other.
a while ago on a spring morning, at a luncheon thrown by your family, both you and caitlyn had been left alone in the study when your parents were giving her family a tour of your home. it was just lingering glances and small touches at first, but now, right there on your father's desk, it'd gone from small touches to messy kisses. messy kisses led to you sitting on the edge of the desk, skirt bunched around your waist and caitlyn's hands on your hips, fucking you impatiently and sloppily.
it was messy, rushed, and never spoken about, but you found your mind wandering back to that memory every time someone touched you. you wanted that moment again, you wanted to feel her cock stretching you and filling you just right again.
at every single event, every single time caitlyn caught sight of you in your perfect outfits, she had to grab the urge to rip every bit of fabric off your body and drown it. you weren't any better, not at all. tonight was at its worst though.
it was an event hosted by caitlyn's family, so it was really, really fancy. caitlyn was wearing this beautiful purple dress that hugged her figure just right, and you found your fucking mouth watering.
you had to stuff hors d'oeuvres in your mouth just to hide the drool that threatened to dribble out of your mouth. you've never downed champagne quicker in your fucking life, either.
and at the right moment, in the middle of a conversation you were having with a woman you couldn't care less about, you must've been lucky or something, because you looked over in caitlyn's direction, and she was already staring at you with the hungriest look you've ever seen before. she didn't look away when your eyes met hers this time, she just took a slow sip of her champagne, not even ashamed of the way her eyes were fixed on the dip in the neckline of your dress. it was just a bit too tight around your chest, so the tops of your boobs were threatening to spill out, straining against the silk.
her fingers twitched around the glass, like she was resisting the urge to touch. you don't know what the fuck is wrong with you tonight, but you smirked when you caught her eyes on your chest, acting smug rather than how you were really feeling. the sight of that smirk made caitlyn's eyes narrow, and she had to resist the drag you up to her bedroom and shove her cock down your throat to wipe that stupid smirk off your face.
now that you knew she was staring, you'd stupidly decided to tease her some more. you turned your head back to the woman you were talking to, letting your fingers linger a bit too long on her wrist when complimenting her bracelet. caitlyn just scoffed at first, but then you leaned in to whisper some comment to the woman, making her laugh and blush. now that caught her attention.
it annoyed her to no end, even if she didn't want to admit it. she wanted to be the one you were whispering to, she wanted to be the one who blushed at a comment you made.
there was only so much this poor girl could take before she dragged you away, and you knew that, you wanted her to drag you away. your hand found it's place on the woman's waist, nodding along and feigning interest to every little thing she said.
but then you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you only hoped it was caitlyn. you swore janna fucking finally blessed you or some shit, this truly was your lucky night because it was caitlyn. there was a slight twitch of her fingers that stemmed from annoyance, and you noticed. instead of being kind- being good- you decided to be a little shit, “can i help you, caitlyn? i'm a bit busy.”
caitlyn scoffed at your disinterested tone, wrapping her fingers around your wrist, “yes, you can help me. i need your opinion on something in the other room.” she didn't even let you make up your mind before she started to lead you away, making you a bit more than annoyed, “what the fuck, caitlyn? i was busy-”
“i can't exactly find it in me to care that you were busy.” she shot back, pushing you back against the wall of a random hallway you've yet to find yourself in, despite the many times you've been to her home. caitlyn's finger pressed against your chest, an annoyed look on her face, “you've been teasing me all night.”
you huffed at the accusation, batting her hand away from your chest and denying the claim immediately, “have not!” you defended, making her respond with “you have. don't be difficult when we both know you were being a brat.”
your jaw tightened at the use of the word brat, pushing her back away from you, “i was not being a brat. don't call me that as if it has some sort of weight coming from you.”
caitlyn's lips parted in surprise at the shove, a surprised scoff leaving her. she clicked her tongue, before extending her hand to grab your chin, “do not push me around again, or i will punish you.”
you couldn't deny the way your clit throbbed between your legs from how firm she was being, but you also just loved being a brat, “you don't have the balls to punish me if you can't even hold fucking eye contact with me after fucking me in my dad's study.”
there was a moment of silence after your comment, but you could see every emotion in her eyes. the embarrassment, the anger, the arousal. caitlyn's hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides just barely, “would you like to test that theory?” it wasn't a question, not a real one, at least. your answer was in the form of a squeak when she pushed you down onto your knees, making you frown and swat at her knee like a child, “the fuck's your problem?!���
caitlyn had to resist the urge to snap at you, instead pinching your cheeks in her hand, forcing you to look up at her. you were so fixated on her face, you didn't even notice her other hand hiking up the skirt of her dress, “shut up, and suck.” it was a demand, one that became very real very fast when she pushed your face against her panties, your mouth pressing against her half hard cock through the fabric.
there's a muffled squeal against her panties, and you wanna protest so bad, but you can't when your mouth is watering at the thought of having your throat fucked by her. you look up at her once she's let go of your cheeks, swallowing another bratty comment that threatened to leave your throat. your fingers came up to tug her panties down, freeing her cock and you gasped softly.
caitlyn was almost surprised at how quickly you gave in, but she also expected it, you were all talk, you just needed someone to put you in your place, “stop staring at it. this is what you've been asking for, isn't it?” she chided you for not immediately getting to work, moving her hand to the top of your head and pushing you towards her leaking cock.
“fuck you, caitlyn.” you shot back, but caitlyn took the opportunity to push your head down onto her cock. her tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged, slapping her thigh in protest.
caitlyn just stifled a moan at both the slap and the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around her. you whimpered every time her balls slapped against your chin, grasping her thighs even as tears filled your eyes. she fucked your throat like she'd die if she stopped, nails digging into your scalp, burying her entire, throbbing cock into your throat, looking down to see your nose buried in the trimmed blue hair at the base of her cock.
she made you take her entire length, making you gag over and over again around her. you weren't entirely sure you weren't dreaming, you'd been wanting this for weeks, months even. and now here you were, having your throat fucked by the one woman you'd been craving for years.
it was embarrassing feeling your panties stick uncomfortably to your skin, completely drenched with your arousal, you loved hated that you liked being used like this. drool dribbled from the corners of your mouth, doing your best to breathe through your nose, the twitch of her cock being the only indicator that she was close.
you whimpered when she buried herself in your mouth to the hilt, holding your head in place as her cum down your throat. her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, “swallow it.” she gritted out, and you listened like it was an instinct, greedily swallowing every little drop of her load.
caitlyn pulled you off her cock with little grace, fixed her dress and panties, and wrapped her long fingers around your chin to pull you up to your feet. your knees wobbled at the sudden change from being on the floor, grasping her waist to steady yourself, but it proved to be almost useless when her lips slammed against your own.
you could only gasp into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her so your hands settled on the small of her back. she cupped your face in her hands– gently– a stark contrast to how rough she was before, pulling away after a long while just to breathe. her eyes softened a fraction when she saw how wrecked you looked, but immediately hardened again, “come with me.” she said, a little bit softer though, tugging your hand and leading you through her house.
you sucked in a sharp breath when she started to drag you around again, your body jerking forward, “where are we going?“ you rasped out, your throat hurting from how roughly she'd fucked your throat.
“my room.” caitlyn answered simply, pulling you through a random set of double doors, and pushing you onto her bed. she waved a finger, gesturing to your dress, “off. now.”
all your earlier smugness and confidence had just vanished in caitlyn's presence, now you were almost shy as you undressed yourself. caitlyn kneeled down by the edge of the bed, unclasping your heels and tossing them at a random point in her bedroom. caitlyn wanted you so bad, but she was determined to be patient, to wait.
once your shoes were off, she felt your eyes on her, she felt you staring as her slender fingers unzipped her dress, then hooked under the straps, and slowly– teasingly– pulled it down and to the floor. you were laying on her bed, wide eyed and only in your underwear, “caitlyn–” you gasped softly when she turned around, seeing her perfect breasts for the first time. you wanted to touch, to wrap your lips around her nipples and make her moan.
you reached for her hand, pulling her down onto the bed, but she just pushed your hand away, “someone's getting impatient.” caitlyn observed mockingly, her fingers on your shoulders to turn you around.
she shimmied her panties off to leave her bare, her cock slapping against her stomach, coming up behind you to press a kiss to your shoulder, a faux sense of comfort. but it worked, in some way, some of the tension in your shoulders drained, letting her unclasp your bra and toss it to the floor. her hands were soft, but the way she touched you wasn't. caitlyn moved you to the middle of her mattress, pushing your face down into the pillows, keeping your ass high in the air.
you squeaked in surprise from the way she handled you, turning your head to look at her, but stopping halfway when two of her long fingers slid into your pussy. when did she even get your panties off? how did you not notice?
you moaned out at the feeling, pushing back against the digits, “fuck, caitlyn–” you whimpered when she started to move her fingers, her pace brutal, “you really shouldn't have teased me, love. and using that poor girl to make me mad? shameful.” caitlyn cooed mockingly in your ear, her free hand pushing your face down into the mattress again, “just stop talking, sweetheart. you'll only get yourself into more trouble.”
the sheets bunched up in your grip underneath you, having no choice but to take the rough treatment, muffling moans and cries into her soft pillows.
you could feel the coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any given moment. caitlyn could feel it, your walls rhythmically squeezing her fingers, but she didn't want you to cum yet. she lowered her head beside your ear, her voice soft, but no less firm, “don't you dare cum right now.”
a whine tumbled from your throat at the denial, lifting your head so she could see the teary, desperate eyes peering back at her. caitlyn just hummed, cupping your cheek to swipe a fallen tear from your cheek, pulling her fingers out of you when she saw your eyes start to roll back. you cried out when she abruptly pulled away, letting out a weak sob into the sheets.
she couldn't help but laugh, it was so pathetic, almost comical. but then, caitlyn positioned herself behind you, lining her cock with your entrance. but you were too busy wallowing in your self pity to really notice her moving, a pout fixed on your lips, but quickly formed into an ‘o’ when caitlyn pushed the tip of her cock inside you.
caitlyn stretched you out slowly, carefully, but that didn't mean she wasn't actively fighting her own desire to ram into you with reckless abandon, “so pathetic. just needed cock to shut you up, hm? that's all you needed to behave?” she punctuated the last word with a rough thrust, making you gasp and your body jerk forward with every inch that stretched your pussy.
you nodded mindlessly to her question, biting down on your bottom lip as you adjusted to her size. after you assured her you were fine, caitlyn's hips started to move against yours in a way that couldn't be described with hateful. but did she hate you? or did she hate the way you made her feel?
“such– such a cockslut, aren't you, love?” caitlyn said through clenched teeth, her head falling back as she continued to rut into you from behind. you could only moan in response, your ass pressing back against her, as if to take her deeper.
caitlyn brought her hand down on one of your ass cheeks, making you yelp in pain, “w-what was that for?” you stuttered pathetically, earning another slap from the girl behind you.
“i told you to stop talking, didn't i?” she asked rhetorically, bringing her hand down to spank you one more time, “take my cock, but don't talk. just lay there and take it like a good girl."
a whimper slipped out between your lips from the sting, simply nodding again when her hips started to move even faster against yours. the front of her thighs slapping against the backs of yours, her balls hitting your clit with every thrust. you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching again, walls squeezing her cock tighter and tighter,
“you're close, aren't you? gonna cum for me, love?” she panted out, clearly close to her own orgasm as well. you nodded your head rapidly, her hand winding in your hair and pulling so your back was stuck in a deep arch. you gasped at the switch, her cock impossibly deep inside you. her free hand came around you to rub your clit in messy circles, burying her face in the crook of your neck, “cum for me. you can cum now, sweetheart, cum for me.”
it was like your body was waiting for her to give you permission, because almost immediately after she gave you the greenlight, you found yourself gushing around her cock, a white ring forming at the base of her cock. her hips stuttered and she let go of your hair to hold your hips, fucking into your willing hole with so much force it made you fall forward, and the bed start to shake.
caitlyn positioned you to fuck you as deeply as she could, burying her throbbing cock to the base inside you, spilling her cum into your womb with little regard of the potential consequences.
so i guess that's how you found yourself face down in caitlyn's bed.
i have like the worst caitlyn brainrot right now 😭😭
#caitlyn kiramman smut#caitlyn kiramman#arcane league of legends#league of legends#caitlyn kiramman x reader#caitlyn league of legends#lol caitlyn smut#caitlyn kiramman x reader smut#arcane#arcane caitlyn#caitlyn arcane
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I know for a lot of people the relationship between Elphaba and Fiyero feels rushed and underdeveloped, but, I don't know, I happen to like the fact that she had such a strong impact on his life in such a short amount of time... like, yes! of course she altered his brain chemistry and whole philosophy of life after a grand total of 3 encounters, she really is THAT girl (I just realized what I did there as soon as I finished typing it, I swear the pun was not intended).
I think they gravitated towards each other because they were exactly what the other needed in their lives.
In the beginning Fiyero was a person that felt comfortable reducing his entire existence and purpose to just being a "hot prince with a scandalacious reputation". But then he meets Elphaba, and she is different than anyone else he'd ever met in all those schools he went to, in more ways than one. She is Not Impressed by his looks or his title. She challenges him because she's able to look past his "nothing matters" bullshit and see that he's actually a really kind, caring person. She looks at him like she knows that he can do better, be better ("no matter how shallow and self-absorbed you pretend to be..."). She inspired him to become the best version of himself.
Fiyero needed that, someone to push him to take control of his life and act upon his wants and beliefs. Without Elphaba he would've had a content but unfulfilled life.
And Elphaba needed someone to stand by her, to not leave her alone, to not be ashamed of her, to fight for her, to prioritize her, and to love her unapologetically. That person is Fiyero (and yes, Glinda could've been that person too, but ultimately she made her choice, and by the time she realized she chose wrong it was already too late).
Elphaba spent her whole life feeling unwanted. She needed someone that would spend years looking for her!!! Someone that would risk everything for her!!! Fiyero did that!!! That man was devoted!!! And that's exactly what she deserved!!!
She was alone her whole life until Glinda (except for Nessa, I guess, but even in that relationship Elphaba was always the one that had to take care of her sister), and she is so strong, but in the end she didn't have to be alone anymore, and she didn't have to be strong, she could just let herself be held and loved, and I love that for her 😭❤️
In conclusion: fiyeraba they could never make me hate you
#wicked#fiyeraba#elphaba thropp#fiyero x elphaba#elphaba x fiyero#fiyero tigelaar#wicked 2024#the brainrot is strong#this is me rambling#I will never read the og book sorry I can't stand major character deaths#I get too emotionally attached to fictional characters#As you can see
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Jacaerys Velaryon - Always Enough
Summary - A new mother battles overwhelming guilt and helplessness as she struggles to soothe her crying babe, feeling like a failure in the face of her emotional breakdown. In the quiet aftermath, her husband's steady presence offers a fragile comfort.
Pairing - Jacaerys Velaryon x reader
Warnings - None
Word count - 2108
Masterlist for Jacaerys • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

"Stop crying. For the love of the gods, stop," I snapped, my voice sharper than intended as I looked down at my six month old son, Aerion.
His wide, teary eyes met mine, his tiny lip quivering before he erupted into another wail. The sound pierced through me, and guilt hit like a wave. I had never felt so helpless.
Before I could stop them, my own tears began to spill. What started as quiet sobs quickly turned into something deeper, my body shaking uncontrollably.
The shame of it all overwhelmed me—what kind of mother loses her temper like this?
"I'm sorry, sweetling. I didn't mean it," I whispered, my voice cracking as I wiped furiously at my wet cheeks.
I bounced him gently in my arms, trying to soothe him, but his cries only grew louder, each one a reminder of my failure.
"My lady, perhaps I should try again," Myra, my ever-patient handmaiden, offered softly from the doorway. Her voice was kind, but frustration surged within me, hot and bitter.
I should be able to do this. I'm his mother. Why can't I calm my own child?
"Get out!" The words flew from my mouth, harsher than I intended, but I didn't stop.
"Now!" I barked when she hesitated, my anger cutting through the room like a knife.
She left quietly, leaving me alone with Aerion and the sound of our shared sobs echoing off the nursery walls.
I hadn't meant to snap at her... But I didn't call her back. I was too raw, too ashamed.
I sank to the floor, my legs too weak to hold me any longer.
This wasn't how motherhood was supposed to be. Everyone expected me to know what to do—my own mother had raised four children effortlessly.
I felt the weight of their silent judgment, of my own inadequacy.
Rocking back and forth, I held Aerion tightly to my chest, desperate for some sort of comfort, for both of us. For a moment, his cries softened, and I clung to that small sliver of hope.
"Are you hungry, love?" I murmured, untying the front of my gown with shaky hands.
Gently, I guided him to my breast, but instead of nursing, he shrieked even louder, his tiny fists grabbing at my hair, yanking painfully.
"Please..." My voice cracked, the word barely escaping my throat. "Just, please." I pleaded with him, with the gods, with anyone who might hear.
But the shrieking didn't stop, and the weight of it all crushed down on me.
His wails were sharp, each one rising and falling like a piercing whistle that tore through the air, leaving me breathless.
I leaned my head back against the wall, letting the tears flow freely. I had nothing left to give.
Aerion's cries filled the room, but in that moment, it felt as though I was the one unravelling.
With trembling hands, I tried once more, guiding Aerion toward my breast. My chest tightened in desperation as I whispered, "Please, love, just take it."
But he wailed even louder, pushing against me with all his small might, his tiny fists flailing in frustration.
His cries cut through the air, sharp and relentless, and I felt something break inside me.
I let out a sob, my head falling forward as I clutched him to my chest, defeated.
Hot tears streaked down my face, blurring my vision. I was failing him, and I didn't know how to make it right. His cries became the soundtrack of my despair, and I had nothing left.
The soft creak of the nursery door barely registered, swallowed by Aerion's cries and the relentless drumbeat of my own heartbeat in my ears.
I couldn't muster the strength to look up, couldn't summon the will to care who saw me unravelling like this.
All that existed was the raw, aching sadness that swallowed me whole.
Footsteps approached, and then I felt his presence beside me. Jace. His familiar warmth hovered over me as he knelt down, and I could sense the pity in his gaze even without looking at him.
Slowly, he reached out, his hands gentle as he touched my arm.
"My love," he murmured softly, his voice like a balm, though it couldn't soothe the storm inside me. I kept my head down, sobbing quietly into Aerion's soft curls.
"I can't do it," I whispered through broken breaths. "I can't be the mother he needs. I... I'm failing him, Jace."
He said nothing at first, only gently untangling Aerion's tiny fists from my hair and smoothing down the front of my dress, which had fallen into disarray.
His fingers were tender, careful, as if he feared I might shatter with the slightest touch.
"You're not failing," he whispered. "You're trying, and that's what matters."
But it didn't feel like enough. Not when I couldn't calm my own son, couldn't even give him the one thing he needed.
My sobs came harder, and Jace gently gathered Aerion from my arms, rocking him with the ease that I couldn't seem to muster.
His movements were slow and rhythmic, and Aerion's piercing cries began to soften.
"Shh, there we go," Jace whispered, his voice soothing as he swayed back and forth, pressing soft kisses to Aerion's head.
The babes cries turned into small, hiccupping sobs, and slowly, mercifully, the room fell quiet.
Jace glanced at me, his eyes soft with understanding.
"Try again," he said gently, offering our son back to me.
My heart stuttered with a mix of hope and fear, but I nodded, hesitantly untying the front of my gown once more.
I positioned Aerion, my hands still shaky, and this time, miraculously, he latched on.
Silent tears slipped down my cheeks as I watched him finally nurse, his small body calm against mine. I didn't dare move, barely even breathed, terrified it was too fragile a peace to last.
Jace sat beside me, his arm wrapping around my shoulder, pulling me close. He pressed a kiss to my temple, whispering, "You're a wonderful mother. Don't doubt that."
I didn't have the words to respond, so I just leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder as Aerion fed quietly, the weight of the moment heavy, but in a way that felt almost like relief.
The silence between us was full, not empty—he didn't need to say anything else.
I wasn't perfect. I didn't have to be. But in this moment, we were enough.
As Aerion finally quieted, nursing peacefully against my chest, the room seemed to exhale with me.
The silence that followed felt delicate, like the calm after a storm, but my heart still ached, heavy with everything I hadn't said.
I leaned into Jace, feeling his warmth, but the weight of my earlier outburst gnawed at me.
I'd snapped, yelled at Myra, at Aerion—at everyone, it seemed—and I couldn't shake the guilt.
My tears had slowed, but a dull ache remained in my chest, and though Aerion was calm, the whirlwind of emotion still swirled inside me.
"I don't know what I'm doing, Jace," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if saying the words too loudly might break the fragile moment.
I kept my gaze on Aerion, watching him suckle, his little hand resting against my skin.
"I can't even calm my own child. I lost my temper with him. What kind of mother yells at her babe?"
My throat tightened again, but I forced the words out, my vulnerability spilling over. "I feel like I'm failing—every single day."
Jace's hand moved to my back, his touch steady and grounding.
"You're not failing," he said softly, his voice filled with a quiet conviction that I wished I could believe. "You're overwhelmed, and it's hard. No one prepares you for how hard it can be."
I shook my head, tears threatening to fall again.
"But I should be prepared, shouldn't I? Everyone expects me to be—my mother, the court, even the handmaidens. They all look at me like I should just know how to do this. But I don't, Jace. I don't know how to be his mother, how to be strong enough. And it feels like... like I'm constantly failing him. Failing you."
My voice broke on that last word, the weight of it crushing.
Jace turned toward me, lifting my chin gently so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. His gaze was full of tenderness, full of a love that I didn't feel I deserved in that moment.
"Listen to me," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You're not failing anyone. Least of all me." He reached up and brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle, almost reverent.
"You're Aerion's mother. You love him, you care for him, and you're doing everything you can. That's more than enough."
"But it doesn't feel like enough," I admitted, the words spilling out before I could stop them.
"Every time he cries, I feel like I've done something wrong. Like there's something missing in me that other mothers just have naturally. I see them—calm, composed, knowing exactly what to do. And then there's me. Falling apart over every little thing. I can't even keep it together long enough to comfort him."
"You're not falling apart," he said gently, shifting closer so that he could hold me more fully, wrapping me in his arms as Aerion continued to nurse.
"You're going to have moments where you feel lost, and that's normal. It doesn't mean you're a bad mother. It just means you care so deeply that it overwhelms you sometimes. But that's not weakness. That's love."
I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his words wash over me, but the doubts still clung stubbornly.
"It's just... I don't feel like I'm enough. Like I'm always coming up short. I see you with him, Jace, and it's so easy for you. You calm him without even trying. He stops crying the moment you hold him. But with me... I don't know, it's like I'm the problem."
Jace's brow furrowed, and he gently took my hand, his thumb stroking the back of it as he spoke.
"You're not the problem, love. Aerion knows you're his mother, and he feels your love even when he's upset. Babes cry. It doesn't mean you're doing something wrong."
He paused, then added, "I know it seems like it's easier for me, but I don't always know what I'm doing either. I'm just as lost sometimes. I just try to help in whatever way I can."
"But you're always so calm," I said, my voice quieter now, worn from crying. "I wish I could be like that."
"I'm not always calm," he admitted with a small smile. "You've just seen me at my better moments. There are plenty of times when I feel as helpless as you do. But we're in this together. You don't have to carry all of this alone."
His words hit me in a way that I hadn't expected.
All this time, I had been holding onto my guilt and my insecurities, convinced that I had to be perfect, that I had to figure it all out on my own.
But here he was, reminding me that I didn't have to. I wasn't alone in this, even if it sometimes felt that way.
I took a shaky breath, my tears slowing as his reassurance began to sink in. "I just... I want to be good at this. I want to be what he needs."
"You are what he needs," Jace said, his tone steady and sure. He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze once more.
"You're his mother. The only one he'll ever need. He doesn't need perfection—he just needs you. And I need you too."
His words struck something deep inside me, and for the first time in what felt like days, I let myself believe him.
Just a little. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his, closing my eyes as the last of my tears slipped away.
Jace held me close, his arms a steadying force as Aerion continued to nurse, his tiny body warm and safe in my arms.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to feel a small sense of peace.
"We'll figure this out together," Jace whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "One day at a time. And when you feel like you're not enough, remember—you're everything to us."
I nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle into my heart.
And in that quiet moment, with my son in my arms and my husband at my side, I let myself believe, if only for a little while, that I was enough.
A/n - Not my fav!
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I found this from one of the accs I follow but I just want to know if you can make a small prompt with it :DD
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Dick's eye had somehow gained a twitch that he could not suppress.
He took a deep breath.
"So you're telling me... that in the time I was gone, Jason got married, Cass somehow gained the favor of a death god, Tim is suddenly polyamorous, and Damian has now adopted ghosts for pets?!?!???"
All of his siblings and not-siblings looked at each other. Then they mumbled some confirmations. Jason was the only one who didn't look ashamed, proudly displaying his gold ring as he said smugly, "Yep."
Tim spoke up then, "I'm not really suddenly polyamorous. Me and Young Justice have been in an open relationship for a few years now."
Nightwing's eye twitched again. Cass took a wary step back from him.
"Does anyone else have something they want to tell me?" He said, his fists clenching tight enough to creak.
One week.
One week!
He had only left Gotham for one week and already, he felt like he was having heart attacks from his siblings' craziness! If this continued, he was pretty sure that his lucious hair was going to go gray!
Why, oh why was he the older sibling?!
Steph raised her hand. "I'm dating the journalist that makes conspiracy theories about us."
Dick stared at her.
"The one who correctly deduced all of our identities except yours because you're not adopted?"
Steph gulped. Then she said, "Well, Jason married the new psychiatrist who works in Arkham!"
"And I'm proud of it, dammit!" Jason cried.
Dick closed his eyes. Then he turned to pluck Damian off of his feet, pulling him close in a hug before he then pointed at the stairs leading away from the Batcave.
"Get out of my sight."
They all wisely scrambled, except Damian, who pouted as he was being used as an emotional support animal.
"Why me?" Dick complained, hugging Damian as he whined. "I didn't do anything! Why do my siblings have to make stupid choices that I have to suffer through? Why do I suddenly have a sister-in-law too?"
Damian made grabby hands at one of the strange, gelatinous creatures on the cave floor and Dick retrieved one for him with a sigh.
As Damian pet the strange, smooth creature, he said, "Well, if it makes you feel better, Cassandra, Drake, and Todd are dating siblings from the same family. And they're all ghost royalty."
And then he added after a moment, "In fact, I believe there is one more from their family who has gained an interest in you after Jason showed him some pictures. Apparently, he used to conquer worlds. He seems to be quite the powerful suitor for your affection, but I shall not approve."
Dick froze in place.
Suddenly, weeks worth of exhaustion, crime fighting, and nuisances upon nuisances, all caused by his beloved bane-of-his-existence family, was broken by the final straw.
"..... Damian, where are my escrima sticks."
"Richard! Cease this! It's a sorry day in hell when I have to be the peaceful one! Richard! Do not grab Todd's guns! Richard!!"
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headcannons for cuddling with bayani?
CUDDLING HCS (SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X READER)
WARNINGS: sfw, kinda fluff, slight angst, worshipper yandere, kinda insecure bayani as usual, established relationship, lowercase intended, gender neutral reader, i do not condone yanderes
A/N: hey y'all... happy 2025. it feels so weird to say that. i posted my first fic on here a little over a year ago soooo thanks for sticking around with me for so long. i think my writing is still improving and i'm still not very satisfied with a lot of my work, but i really appreciate every single like and reblog i get. thank you guys! (p.s i've actually been writing x reader fanfics since i was 8 years old. you'll never find my old wattpad accounts...) btw i know the banner below is actually from some random manga i've never heard of BUT i was scrolling thru pinterest and saw him and i was like "yeah thats bayani."

BAYANI is utterly clueless on the topic of physical affection. he's completely inexperienced when it comes to anything romantic in general. let's say you suddenly curled up to him while you two watched a movie. he froze and didn't know what to do. his anxieties drove him mad enough to distract him from the movie. should he put his arm around you? where do his legs go? should he lay his head against yours? your comfort is his top priority, so he'd gleefully mold himself into whatever position makes you happy without any regard for his own enjoyment. but should he directly ask you what position you favor? would it paint him as stupid to not already know of your preferred cuddling positions? his worst nightmare is looking like a fool before your eyes.
but as his overthinking worsened, you simply wondered why he froze and took his stillness as a sign that he was uncomfortable. you scooted away from him, and he frowned. did he do something wrong? oh crap, he really did embarrass himself in front of you. maybe he should speak up about it and ask why. if you broke up with him because of it, at least he'd know why.
"did i make you uncomfortable?" he muttered, quiet enough for you to hear but not loud enough to be clear.
"what? no, i moved away because i thought you were uncomfortable. i'm sorry that i did that, i probably should've warned you first..."
silence followed your words, with nothing but the sounds of the television and bayani's quick, uneasy breathing.
after choosing his words carefully in his head, he stammered. "well, i- uh... liked it. i just... didn't know what to do."
"oh, thank goodness. i thought i did something wrong," you laughed. "okay, here's what you do..."
you carefully moved closer to him, resting your body against his and laying your head on his shoulder. then, you moved his arm to wrap around your shoulder and gently pushed his head to the top of yours.
"there we go. see? just like this."
with his chin on top of your head, he directly felt the vibrations of your giggles overwhelming his senses and distracting him from the erratic beating of his heart. it always made him giddy to spend time with you, but being gently directed on how to please you gave him a new, fuzzy sensation in his body that he silently hoped would never end.
his existence is for your happiness. he is nothing but a toy for your enjoyment and amusement. your desires and needs are to be met at your command with no question from him. without you, he has no purpose-- nobody integral to serve. it may seem like a miniscule moment to you. a laughable misunderstanding, even. but to him, he is ashamed of himself for not immediately synchronizing with your needs. he'll remember that moment and take note of it for next time-- it'll haunt him every time he tries something new with you. even if you reassured him that you don't mind, his insecure nature will drive him to absorb every individual second of that memory and dissect it far more seriously than you can imagine. it’ll motivate him to be a better boyfriend for you.
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A night with Yuna x male reader

Yuna, your affectionate girlfriend. She enjoys you in a way she can't even describe, it's just that it's her first time and she's a little insecure.
Yuna, your needy yet insecure girlfriend is cooking for you, cooking is one of her hobbies she loves the most. She's making dinner for you, a simple one, nothing fancy; yet she pours her heart in what she does.
You're in the bedroom, chilling out on your phone when you hear sounds coming from the kitchen, so you decide to get up and go to help her if she needed. Once you're in the kitchen you see her walking around the kitchen, grabbing whatever she needs to prepare the food while she sings softly.
"Hey, do you need help?" you ask
"OH!" she gasps suddenly
oh, my god y/n, you scared me.. please don't do it anymore..!
She sighs
"and yeah... I'd appreciate if you could help me my love"
You giggle, helping her cooking.
"you're kind for helping me.." she whispers softly
"just doing what I like, I like helping you sweetheart"
You both make food together, enjoying each other's company. Then, once the dinner is made you sit and eat. You two have quite a conversation that evening
"so, Yuna, have you done what I told you today?" you know already that she hasn't done anything you told her, but not common things like buying the milk.
"eum... I-I.. well.." she stammers "I-I..."
"you didn't, mh?" you say
She looks down. Feeling ashamed "no.. I didn't.." she whispers softly, her voice trembling and insecure
"I told you... everyday you wake up, you have to look in the mirror, stare directly into your eyes and repeat to yourself that you're worth everything, that you're loved and that you're making it through everything"
Yuna looks down in shame and sadness
"sorry.." she whispers
"don't say that" You decide to go next to her, you know how hard it is for her to do something like that and you're not going to give up on her that easily
"b-but I'm a disaster.. I can't even say a simple phrase"
You look directly in her eyes, yet your stare is soft and understanding. "Yuna..." You envelop her in your arms, a few tears roll down her cheeks
"No Yuna.. don't cry" you wipe away her tears with your thumb. "Here come with me" you grab her in your arms and carry her to the couch, you sit and she stays on top of you, sitting on your lap; with your arms wrapped around her.
She's not crying her heart out, she's just letting some tears go, the weight of her actual mental health weighing on her. "Yuna, you need to believe in yourself, just like I do, I do believe in you and you know it"
You kiss the top of her head softly, then, you look directly into her eyes. Her eyes are wet and a little swollen, making her look cuter than she usually looks
"look at this girl, it's so impossible to hate her"
She looks at you, then she looks away. She leans her ear on your heart, listening to your heartbeat. The sound soothes her aching soul as she sinks into a full state of calmness and relax
You let her hear your heart beating, knowing how much this affects her positively
"Can I ask you something, Yuna?"
"yes..?" she answers
"Have you ever thought about us?" you ask
"about... about us..? well yes, I did sometimes... why you ask?"
"just to know, you know that I often think about us, about you"
"and that's why I love you.." she say softly, leaning in, capturing your lips in a soft delicate peck
You cup her head kindly with your hands, holding her in place as you slowly deepen the kiss. In short time, the kiss is deepened, you both pouring your heart in it
Yuna snuggles her body into yours as you hold her head in such a loving way. The kiss keeps going, just that way, not deeper but not shallower. The love in the air is palpable, the affection you pour in her soul every single second of your existence healing her from inside. You softly break the kiss, looking at her, beautiful like always.
"I'm so in love with you.." she says
"and so am I, my love" you answer
It's like the time has stopped, you two look into each other's eyes while you're also holding her tiny form in your arms. But then you decide to act a little bolder and ask her "Yuna, what do you think.. are you ready to make love?"
She blushes furiously, not knowing what to say at first "n-now?"
"yea, now" you answer, caressing her hair
She looks at you, the most insecure, scared yet trustful gaze. She doesn't know what to say, if yes or no. She's never had it before. She's virgin, and the idea of having sex with you now scares her
"you're safe here, you know that? I'm not going to hurt you I know it's your first time".
She looks at you, insecure. She thinks for a while as you keep caressing her and hold her close to you, then she says "okay, I-I think I can do it.."
Her hands are shaking, you hold them and bring them to your chest, tranquilizing her.

"you're sure, mh?"
She nods softly, snuggling into you. She trusts you but she's scared "will it hurt?" she asks, "it may hurt at the first penetration"
She sighs softly in anxiety "it's okay, I'm ready to have this with you"
So after only a few seconds, you start taking off her clothes, slowly removing her bra with just a hand, allowing you to admire her tiny perfect breast.
"I'm starting, okay?"
"o-okay.." she trembles, but she knows you're not going to hurt her
You lean in and start kissing around her breast, your kisses are soft and delicate. She trembles more and she holds you tighter, she feels hot flashes as her traumas, insecurities and fears kicks in, but she doesn't want you to stop, she wants to overcome everything she's endured.
You keep going, now licking her nipples carefully. You feel her trembling and breathing quite heavily, but you keep going knowing she's fighting so good.
"You're doing so good Yuna" you say, she smiles at you.
"Keep.. I kinda like it though" she answer, and so you keep going. You lick her breast a little more, while your hands are starting to roam lower on her body.
She starts to breathe slightly heavier than usual, letting few really soft moans as you keep. She wraps her arms around your neck to pull you closer, you can tell she's quite liking this.
"I think I'm ready for more" Yuna says, her voice just above a whisper.
"Are you?" you answer.
"Yes, I am.." She says. So after she confirmed, you lie her down on the bed, making sure she's comfortable with you. You take your space between her legs, lying down on your belly and covering her thighs with your arms. You slowly and kindly start licking her folds and as you do that Yuna can't help but let out a surprised and aroused gasp. She's still where she is, too shy and embarrassed to do anything.
You take her hands in yours, making sure she feels safe besides the pleasure you know she's feeling. You keep licking her folds carefully and expertly, knowing well how to move since this isn't your first time.
Yuna moans and she tightens her grip on your hands while you give her all that pleasure. "Oh my goodness I feel something.." she whimpers, you know what she's feeling even if she doesn't
"You're coming Yuna, it's alright. You're cumming"
She looks at you, even if she can't focus at all and tries to speak something "a-am.. I.. am I what..?"
She doesn't even get to finish her sentence that her juices are all already on your tongue.
She trembles hardly and almost screams as she comes, it's the first time she feels so good, this good. She's amazed from her orgasm.
She looks at you amazed "W-wow.." you look back at her, "you liked it?"
"I loved it" she answers.
"c-can I try to... to suck your dick...?" she asks with a slight trembling voice
You chuckle and caress her softly "of course you can sweetheart".
So as you allow her, she shyly kneels down in front of you, taking off your pants with your underwear. You would have never said she was shy and bold in the same time.
She looks at it in awe, it's big and hard and even if it's her first time, she knows it's because of her. She gets closer to your shaft, looking at you with her soft eyes. "Don't be afraid, do it" you say, while stroking her head gently.
So after few seconds of her staring at it in awe, she parts her lips and takes it in her mouth, slowly, only the head first.
You watch her doing her best, and considering it's her first time, she's doing an esteemed job. She keeps going, slowly and taking more of you in her mouth. Taking her time, taking things slow; and you let her, you won't force anything.
Little by little she sucks you completely. She's now doing an admirable job, taking you deeper in her mouth. She bobs her head up and down on your shaft, making you let out a soft moan of pleasure. She's happy she's doing a great job on her first time, taking a little more of you with each bob.

"Yuna you're an absolute goddess, how can you be so talented and it's only your first time.." You moan, while she doesn't pull away from your cock, too content to do a blowjob to you like this. She bobs her head slightly faster now, her confidence growing more and more with each bob and second passing.
"Oh Yuna, yes so good.. keep going" you say, caressing her head and encouraging her to do more again. She takes a short break, maybe a second or 2 before getting back on your length.
As she resumes her blowjob, she goes a little deeper, not much, but enough to almost push you over the edge.
"Yuna, I'm close, get ready for it.." you whimper.
Yuna closes her eyes again, not knowing what she's going to have. Excited to find out, she keeps going, her eyes closed, her lips running on your cock.. and then the moment comes. You come in her mouth. Her eyes open wide and she stops there where she is, her lips on the head of your cock.. trying to pull out every last drop of your cum from your balls.
"Wow Yuna.. you certainly have a talent here.." you say, amazed from her skills.
She smiles at you shyly "T-thank you y/n" she looks at you happily "I'm glad I was good"
You smile at her back. "next time, we'll go ahead.."
She gets up and leans on you "okay" she says, happily.
...After that, you're both on the couch in each other's arms watching a movie together.
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You know nothing about the situation, mayeb you should come to gaza and see how they treat lgbtq+ members?
How fucking dare you.
When I say nothing excuses genocide, I mean nothing. I don't give a shit if homophobia is rampant there. Children and so many more are DYING. How can you not grasp that?
Homophobia exists everywhere, but it is not in everyone. Generalizing a whole population for the discrimination of a certain demographic is irresponsible and close minded. Those children that are crying for their dead mothers did not call us slurs. Those premature babies that by now have died because there's nothing to power their incubators didn't do shit to us. Even if they did? NOBODY deserves this.
And what of the victims of that discrimination? Our queer brothers and sisters who feared to love openly now no longer having the chance to love at all?


If you care so much about the state of the queer people in Palestine then why are you leaving them to die as well? Because that's not what you care about. Because that sympathy and solidarity only applies to those you deem human enough, right? The rest is abandoned.
Don't you dare justify your bloodlust by mentioning this community. Say with your whole chest how you really feel. And do that without the veil of anonymity. The Zionist Israeli in my comments and DMs on Instagram at the very least cussed me out to my face. Let everyone know who you are and what you truly stand for. Unless you are ashamed. Because you should be and you better be.
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Lights. Camera. Action?
When y/n keeps ending up in every porn trope imaginable, how will the league of villains react? crack w/adult situations, language gn/afab reader Four short stories featuring: Tomura Shigaraki, Suichi Iguchi (Spinner), and Touya Todoroki (Dabi)
Stuck in the Washing Machine (feat. Tomura Shigaraki)
This laundry day has not gone as planned. You were almost done. A basket full of clean, fresh laundry warm out of the dryer. All of your chores finished before noon!
Then you see it: one last sock clinging to the back of the drum.
Naturally, you lean in to pull it out. Should be simple, right? Unfortunately not.
When you back up to pull yourself out, you hit your head in the process and your hair gets caught in one of the screws.
“Fucking piece of shit,” you mumble, cursing the old appliance for existing.
Well, you'll just have to untangle it, right? Easier said than done. You can't quite see where you're caught since it's so close to your scalp. In addition to that, you can't move your arms far enough in this position to do much of anything.
You're stuck.
Then you hear it: footsteps. Deus ex machina; you're saved!
“Hey,” your yells echo back at you, nearly painfully. “Can you help me?”
“What?” Tomura Shigaraki’s sleepy voice drawls from the hallway before you hear his footsteps approaching.
“I'm stuck,” you mumble, slightly ashamed of your situation.
“How the fuck did you manage that,” his gravely voice projects down at you, sounding…hot. You try to block the thought from your mind, there are more pressing matters at hand.
“Wow, you're actually stuck in there,” he says, barely hiding his amusement.
Yeah, he definitely sounds hot today. You're not sure what got you in this mood. Was it something you ate? Didn't eat? Maybe you're ovulating. In any case, suddenly you're desperate for him. If fucking someone's voice was on the table, you'd be first in line. Shit, you need to pull yourself together.
“Can you help?” you say a little more suggestively, arching your back to give him a view of the tiny shorts you threw on this morning.
“Uh, I can try.” You listen as his footsteps grow closer until you can see his sweat pant clad legs in what little peripheral vision you have.
He pulls out his phone for the flashlight, reaching his hands as far into the dryer as he can get. The closeness only spurs you on. With as much motion as you're capable of, you lean into his leg, rubbing your hip against him like a cat.
“Can you hold still?” he groans, voice still sending a thrill through you.
“Need you,” you moan, feeling drunk on your own arousal.
“I know you do. There's no way you're getting this untangled on your own.”
In the corner of your eye, a piece of metal flashes as he pulls it from his pocket. This draws you back to reality, but only barely.
“Wait,” you exclaim, “is that a knife?”
“Well, I'm not about to decay your head. Just hold still, I've almost got it.”
The clatter of the knife and dull sound of your hair being sliced reverberate around you. Suddenly, you're free.
Standing up, you stretch for a moment. When you turn to look at Shigaraki, he hands you a chunk of your hair. Confused, you accept it. Great, first you were stuck now you've had an impromptu haircut. That's nice.
Maybe this morning doesn't have to be all bad though.
“Since you saved me,” you lay it on thick, gripping his bicep, “is there anything I can do to thank you?”
“Yeah,” he yawns then considers for a moment, “since you're offering, can you throw my clothes in the dryer? And try not to get yourself stuck again,” he calls out from the doorway as he leaves.

Pizza Delivery Boy (feat. Spinner)
It was just here yesterday, you think while ripping apart your bedroom to find your wallet. If you would have checked earlier, you could have ordered from somewhere that let you pay with a saved card online or Venmo. Unfortunately, the best pizza place in your neighborhood has a strict cash only policy. By the time you realized you couldn’t find the money, the order was already in the oven and it was too late to cancel.
Your phone dings from under a pile of clothes. It’s one of your friends letting you know you left your wallet in her car last night; she'll drop it off after work late tonight. You switch apps to the delivery page. The status bar on your the screen ticks forward, indicating that the driver, ‘Spinner’, is on the way. Not that those are ever correct, but it gives you some vague idea of how little time you have left.
You pull up the couch cushions and search for change under the bed. The yield of your efforts still leaves you just short. Fuck.
With a screech of tires, followed by the light crunch of a vehicle hitting a curb, you're alerted to his presence. You rush to the door, watching through the peephole. The driver climbs out of his car with one hand carrying your pizza and the other flipping his magenta hair out of his face. The world briefly morphs into an old music video, it's like everything is in slow motion.
He’s cute. Really cute.
Maybe there’s another way you could pay for it.
“Hi, uh Spinner!” You answer the door with a bounce, suddenly feeling shy but you push through it. “So, here’s the thing. My friend has my wallet and I’m coming up short on cash. Surely there’s something I could do to make up for it?”
“Oh,” he says, processing what you’ve just said. He’s never had to deal with this on a delivery before.
“When’s your lunch break?” you ask in the most alluring voice you can manage.
“It’s now,” he says nonchalantly. “Well, it's soon. Right after I finish your delivery.”
“You wanna stick around,” you run your hands over his arm, pulling at the sleeve of his leather jacket. “I’m sure there’s some other way to make up for the rest of the bill.”
“Yeah, I’d be down to split it. You picked my favorite toppings and I need to get lunch anyways,” he says, moving into your living room to make himself at home.
As the two of you are eating, you keep glancing up at his face for signs he might be interested in more. Unfortunately, you got yourself pretty worked up in anticipation of trying to seduce him and you’re finding it nearly impossible to turn that off.
“So,” you muse, “after this. You still have like twenty minutes or so, right?”
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“I thought I could do something for you,” you lean into his shoulder, “you know, to make up for it?”
“Oh, it’s really not a big deal. I had to get lunch anyways,” he says, “but if you want I could stick around for a bit. I think I know what you're getting at.”
He scoots and closer to the center of the couch near you and takes off his heavy jacket. “You know, I really appreciate it too. It's always so hard to unwind in the middle of the work day.”
Just as you're about to reach for his belt buckle, he leans past you – grabbing an n64 controller from the table.
“You want to be Mario or Luigi?” he asks with a huge smile.
The two of you proceed to play the most awkward session of Super Mario Bros of your life, jumping down pipes when you wish he was sliding into yours. When he leaves, he asks for your number, exclaiming how great it is to have a good "video game bro" to hang out with during the day now.

Walked In On (feat. Dabi)
It’s been a long day and you finally get a moment to yourself. All you want is to unwind, what better way to do that than an orgasm? Jumping in the shower, you set the water temp just right. Your favorite music is playing and you relax into it. You finally find the perfect angle for the shower head when–
BANG!
Suddenly the door crashes open and your roommate Dabi barges in.
You stifle a moan for long enough to yell, “hey, I’m in here!” It’s no use though - he’s already in the room, digging through the medicine cabinet.
“Well, there’s only one bathroom and you’re hogging it. Besides,” he adds, “the only Tylenol in the house is in here.” That’s not true, you think to yourself, but it doesn’t matter: he ruined it.
Or, maybe he didn’t.
Through the clear plastic shower curtain, you can make out his frame. Maybe you’re just turned on, but he’s pretty hot. And you’ve only been in here for five minutes, at most, he had to have timed it on purpose. It's almost like he wants to be in here with you.
“Heyyy, Dabi,” you breathe, hoping he hears the longing in your voice and gets the hint it’s okay to join you from that alone.
“Yeah?” he asks, shaking some pills out of a bottle before drinking straight out of the faucet.
“Can you give me some help in here?”
“What, did you get something caught in the drain or something? Because last time that was fucking disgu–”
“No, nothing like that,” you reply quickly, hoping to derail that thought before it gets too far. How is he not getting it, he’s the one who walked in here? “I mean, you came in at a very specific time.”
“Oh, that. If you needed me to get you tampons, you could have just said so. Not like I don't have a mom and sister. Yeah, I'll head to the store. We're out of paper towels so I need to go anyway.”
Good to know, but that's still not what you meant.
“No,” you say exasperated, “that's not the help I'm asking for. Do you want to get in the shower with me?”
You aren't sure how you could make it more obvious than that, surely he has to understand now.
He yanks the shower curtain back, startling you. But, now that he's here… his arms glisten with the drops of water splashing onto him from the shower. You notice the perfect line of his jaw, leaning in to kiss him.
Unfortunately for you, Dabi's attention is still elsewhere as he searches the ceiling. He moves, not noticing your advances.
“Is there a bug or something? That's what you needed help with in here, right?”
“There’s not a bug, I just thought maybe you’d want to take a shower with me.”
“Oh, yeah. That water bill was insane last month,” Dabi says, his face relaxing now that he thinks he understands. “I showered this morning though.”
He closes the curtain on you, turning to head out the door. “Plus,” he adds, “I wouldn’t want it to be weird for you to have to see my dick or anything.”
Weird? That's exactly what you want. You finish your shower quickly and spend the rest of the evening hiding in your bedroom.

Casting Couch (feat. all three)
After months without so much as being called back, you jumped at the first job interview you landed. It’s at a seedy bar on the side of town you don’t usually visit, but that’s not a deal breaker.
When you arrive, a polite man with some sort of smoke quirk greets you at the bar before taking you to a back room.
“Right this way,” he says, holding the door to the hallway. “They’re all back here waiting for you.”
“They? How many people are interviewing me?”
“Just the three of them, they like to work together on matters such as this.” He pushes open another door to a small room and gestures for you to sit on the couch across from the three men. They all perk up as soon as they see you and begin asking questions.
“So how much experience do you have?” asks the man with shaggy blue hair sitting across from you.
“How flexible are you in tough situations?” adds the one with the gecko quirk.
Then the darker haired man chimes in with, “how available can you make yourself?”
It’s all so familiar.
The three attractive men across from you. The leather couch. All of the suggestive questions they’ve been asking. You’ve heard of interviews like this. With how long it’s taken you to find work, you’ll happily play along. Looking at the three of them, you’re even excited for it.
“Okay, let’s get this over with,” you say, taking off your sweater.
“Right now?” asks the blue haired one, looking more confused than you expected.
“Yeah, you want to see what I can do, right?” you reply provocatively.
“Yeah, but,” adds the one with nose piercings, “there’s not enough room in here.” The others nod in agreement.
At that statement, you wonder what kind of crazy shit you’ve gotten yourself into. Curiosity gets the best of you though and you push forward. Whatever it is, you still need the job.
“Then aren’t you going to take me somewhere else?”
“Yeah, you might want to put your sweater on though. It’s pretty cold out,” the man with the fuschia hair replies. Reluctantly, you throw your sweater back on, knowing you’ll just be peeling it off again in a little while.
“Well, lead the way!” you say excited at the prospect of a potential job and the opportunity to sleep with three of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your life.
The four of you exit through the bar, the man at the counter waves knowingly. You exit, walking a few blocks down the sidewalk and turning to cut through a park. You must be going to one of their apartments. Abruptly, they stop in the middle of the field and turn to you.
“Now’s your time to shine,” the darker haired man nudges you.
“R-right here?” you ask.
“Yeah, this looks like a good place,” states the one with scars on his lip and eye. Again, the others nod in agreement.
“But there are people...” you whisper, glancing at the busy playground nearby.
“Oh, these people aren’t bothered by anything,” starts the scaled man. “No one in this neighborhood is. Just keep it over here and they’ll mind their own business. Dabi comes down here and does this by himself all the time,” he adds, pointing at the man next to him. Dabi looks pretty proud of himself.
“Huh,” you consider, “well, if you say it’s okay. Maybe we can go behind the gazebo or something.”
“You shy or something?” asks the man who you now know as Dabi.
“Yeah, something like that. I’ve just never done this before. Not like this, at least."
"Weird, but okay," says the one with blue hair.
The four of you walk behind the gazebo where you take your shirt off and they promptly ask if you are having heat flashes and need medical attention.
Needless to say, you did not get that job.

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acknowledging justice as inherently part of anders makes me mentally ill in the sense that this is justice when he has emotional mortal autonomy and the implications of that with romanced hawke are insane. in awakening he was incredibly conflicted with kristoff's love for aura being a part of who he now is and then being disgusted with himself because those aren't his feelings and that's not his wife and he hates how he can't separate those feelings not just because of the inherent violation of kristoff's memory but because he is now aware of what it means to love and be loved knowing full well that he will never feel that for himself as a Person.
and then that just naturally lends to the belief that this was probably a factor with karl too where anders might have been in this liminal space of being in love with someone he's known for years but also simultaneously aware that these feelings predate his current existence and are they Actually even real or are they just remnants of a man who no longer even exists. karl didn't even know anders was possessed like anders kept this from him. was he ashamed? did he think it's unfair to karl to be involved with him when he's not even the same man karl fell in love with?
but. then he meets hawke and it's the first time ever that he's felt love in a way that he KNOWS is entirely his and that is such an insane thought. to constantly question your own reality and then suddenly have something that is so uniquely yours that it validates your individuality in the way that he can say i love hawke and it's real and it's me and it's mine. i think with this in mind it suddenly puts how fast he fell for them in perspective because if you think about it this is straight up his first love. not just in the traditional sense but also in the sense that this is the first time his heart belongs to him. which i think also explains his desperation to be with hawke and the weird possessiveness he has in the sense that this isn't just a guy with an unrequited crush, this is also a spirit whose personhood is almost Dependent on the love that hawke makes him feel. what if i explode
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Can I request maybe some older!eddie have sex with a slightly younger reader for the first time?
Reader is like, 25 and feels ashamed she hasn’t had sex before, so she asks Eddie to have sec with her. He thinks it’s going to be a hot and heavy, rough, one night stand thing, but when he finds out it’s her first time, he takes things way slower and tries to make it special.
Maybe Eddie falls in love with reader…?
(Eddie Munson btw :3)
<3
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) mention of alcohol, hurt/comfort, age gap (reader is 25 and Eddie is 40)
The bar is smoky when you enter it and you suddenly feel like you don't belong as you feel like you've overdressed for the place. Everyone is in jeans and t-shirts and you're wearing a little black dress that you've finally gotten the confidence to wear.
You make your way to the bar and set your purse on it as you peruse one of the drink menus in front of you once you're settled in your seat. The bartender approaches you to take your order as the man who's to the left of you is suddenly becomes aware of your existence.
You can see him out of the corner of your eye and your heart does a flip as you see how attractive he is. You take the chance to turn towards him and see that he's already smiling at you. And god, is it a pretty smile. He's pretty. With his messy, curly hair, his leather jacket, his big rings and his black painted nails, he's the kind of guy who you had wet dreams about.
And he's acknowledging your existence, Men didn't usually do that. And if they did, it was to ask you about your friends that they always thought were prettier. That’s a big reason why you’ve sworn off men because what was the point if all they wanted to talk to you about was your friends?
The bartender sets your drink on the bar and you take a sip, Eddie’s eyes not able to move from your lips as they suck up your drink through the straw in your glass. God, what he would do to have those pretty lips wrapped around-
“Another?” The bartender asks and Eddie nods before turning back to you. He’s sure you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and that dress, god, that dress. What he would give to see it on the floor of his hotel room.
He wants to have you splayed out on his bed as he pounds into you, hearing you beg for more as your nails scratch down his back, telling him how you need more, how desperate you are for him.
“I’m Eddie,” he introduces himself to you before he can stop himself. He watches you look around as if he couldn’t possible be speaking to you and he can’t help but laugh at how adorable you are.
“Y/n,” you reply with that pretty smile. Oh yeah, he’s going to love moaning that. And now he can’t help but feel like a creep for thinking these kinds of things about a stranger who had only spoken two words to him and hasn’t even expressed that kind of interest in him. But he can’t help it. You’re just so…pretty.
“Y/n,” he repeats as the bartender sets another drink in front of him. He takes a long swig of his beer as he lets his eyes rake over you. They stop on your legs and god, does he want to bury his head between them and go down on you until he can’t breathe. He wants to lap up every last bit of your slick, sucking on your clit as you grab fistfuls of his hair, holding onto it as you moan his name over and over, making sure to tell him how good of a job he’s doing.
Your cheeks flush as he checks you out and you find yourself wanting him to take you back to his place and have his way with you. You’ve never done that before, had sex, but you’re becoming desperate to get rid of your virginity. You know that there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at your age, but sometimes you can’t help but feel ashamed every time you watch one your friends take someone home while you go back to your own place alone with nothing but your fingers or vibrator to keep you company.
“What are you drinking?” Eddie asks. It’s a stupid question since he heard you order a piña colada.
“Piña colada,” you answer and Eddie nods. “What about you?”
“Whiskey.” There’s nothing sexual about the word, but the way the stranger says it has your panties feeling damp. It sounds so filthy and now you can’t help but want him to put his mouth all over you while he whispers the filthiest things against your skin. If you had it your way, he’d take you right then and there and you wouldn’t care who watched.
You watch as Eddie sips on his drink, watching you from the lip of the cup, a sensual look in his eyes, the brown color becoming stormy. You now want his lips on yours and it’s all you can think about as he sips from his tumbler.
He finishes off the liquor and sets the glass down onto the bar before turning to you fully, pushing his stool towards yours so that your knees are touching. You can feel the warmth beneath his jeans and now all you want is for him to be on top of you, thrusting in and out so slowly as he utters the sweetest compliments into your ear.
“Do you want a taste?” He asks and all you can do is nod even though you’re confused because the tumbler is empty. You think he’s going to order another one but he motions for you to lean forward, one hand resting on the back of your neck while the other rests on your hip.
His lips capture yours and even though this is not at all what you had in mind, you’re more than happy to return his kiss. It starts out gentle and sweet but quickly becomes hot and rough as his hand moves into your hair, his other one bunching up your dress as his fingers curl into your hip.
“Taste me, baby,” he says and parts his lips as you flick your tongue into his mouth, letting it roam around as you try to get the flavor of the liquor. It tastes a lot better in his mouth than it does in a tumbler, but you think that’s just because of him.
A moan comes up from the back of his throat and Eddie is quick to pull away, thinking that your make out session is getting a little too heated for where you are right now even though he’d be more than happy to take you to the bathroom to have his way with you. He thinks you deserve better than that.
So he hops off his stool and overs you his hand before paying for both of your drinks. He takes you by the hand and leads to you the entrance of the bar before taking you out to the parking lot.
The two of you approach a very nice Porsche and you immediately wonder what Eddie does for a living but don't feel comfortable asking. Eddie opens the door to the backseat and you slide in, feeling a thrill rush through you as it sets in that you're finally going to have sex for the first time.
Eddie follows you and sits next to you, pressing his thigh against yours as his hands move to rest on the back of your neck, his thumbs moving back and forth across your jaw as his lips find yours again, quickly lying you down your back. He grabs hold of your leg and lets his hand slide up your leg, moving further up your dress and as much as you're enjoying it, you feel like you owe him the truth.
"Stop," you say against his lips as you press your hand to his chest. Eddie is quick to sit up, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows.
"Shit, I'm sorry. Did I go too far? Did I make you uncomfortable?" He asks in a panic and sit up as well, finally deciding to tell him the truth no matter how scared you are to do so.
“No, no, not at all,” you shake your head. “I um, I’ve just never had sex before. I’m-I’m a virgin.”
"Hey," he says softly. "That's okay." Eddie's hands slide up and down your bare thighs as a way to to comfort you and as nice as he is about the whole thing, you still can't seem to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.
"Oh, hon," he reaches up and wipes your tears away. "I did something wrong didn't I? I-I can take you home if you want, I know this can be overwhelming if you've never done it and I'd never want to force you to do something you don't want to."
"No," you shake your head. "I want to do this."
"Alright, then let's go," he nods his head door behind him.
"Where are we going? Why can't we stay here."
"Sweetheart, you deserve a lot better than to have your first time be in the backseat of my car. So we're gonna go back to my hotel room and I'm gonna make you feel good. How does that sound?"
"That sounds great."
Eddie opens the door to his hotel room and closes it behind him once he's led you inside. You feel so safe with him despite only having met him a couple hours before hand. And he's glad that you feel that way around him. He's also honored that you want him to be your first time and he's going to be so sweet and gentle even though he's really only good at hot and heavy.
He pulls you into his arms and presses his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss as he realizes that he doesn't want to let you go after tonight. He enjoys your company and he doesn't know what he's going to do when you leave in the morning.
"We can stop at any moment," he says as he pulls away, his hands cradling your face so you'll look him in the eye. His eyes are still as soft as ever and you feel like you're going to melt in his arms. "If you're uncomfortable at any moment, you just let me know."
"Okay," you respond and he kisses you again, his hands sliding up to your back, slowly sliding down the zipper before stepping away, letting the dress pool around your feet so that you're only left in your underwear.
Eddie steps back and lets out a whistle as he takes in your body. You feel a little insecure but as soon as you realize that he likes what he sees, you stand up straighter, feeling more confident.
"Wow," is all he's able to say as he pulls you in again, pressing his lips to your as he guides your hands to his belt buckle. You fumble with it but eventually get it before unbuttoning his pants, slowly unzipping them as Eddie pushes the jeans down his legs pulling them off so that he's in his underwear and t-shirt. You don't even remember when he took off his jacket, but it's on the floor.
Your eyes move to the bulge in his pants and your cheeks flush as you realize that you're the one who did that. You're the one who's making him feel that way and you can't get enough of him.
Eddie grabs hold of your hips and guides you to the bed. He helps you under the covers and once his clothes are off, he follows, reaching over you to grab a condom that he puts on. He then hovers over you, his cock against your stomach as he kisses you slowly and gently as if he's trying to savor it, because he is.
He doesn't think he's ever going to be able to do it again so he wants to take advantage of your presence now. Of your lips because god, he can't get enough. They're soft and you taste just as sweet as you are.
Eddie's hands slide underneath you and he slowly but surely unhooks your bra before letting it fall onto the floor to the side of you. Your nipples are rock hard and as much as he wants to get his mouth on them, he knows that now maybe isn't the right time.
He then discards your underwear that you’re both now naked under the covers, bare skin to bare skin. It’s nothing but warm and even if nothing happens tonight, Eddie’s having a great time just being with you.
"D-do you want me to stretch you out or do you want me to just go for it?"
"Do whatever you want, Eddie," you tell him as you close your eyes. "I'm yours." If you were anyone else, he'd have a lot of fun with that, but he's still going to take it slow and gently.
"I'm gonna go slow, okay?" He asks and you nod. "Give me your hands."
You hold them out for him and he takes them, threading your fingers together as he lowers himself on top of you. When was the last time he had even done missionary? It's so vanilla in his mind, but he doesn't want to just throw a crazy position at you especially since this is probably what you've been picturing in your head for years.
Eddie slowly slides in and you wince as the feeling. He knew he should have fingered you first, but what's done is done, he supposes. You open your eyes when he pauses, the look on pain still on your face as he stays there.
"Keep going," you whine. "Please." It hurts, but it also feel so good, something your fingers nor vibrator can replicate.
So Eddie begins to thrust in and out slowly, wanting you to get used to the feeling before he goes any faster, if he is. He’s still unsure about that. Your eyes shut tight and a moan escapes your lips. It’s loud and pretty and Eddie’s sure that he won’t be able to get it out of his head.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encourages. “Just like that. Be as loud as you want.” He picks up the paces, going a little faster and you moan again, this one somehow louder and prettier. God, how he is ever going to let you sleep with anyone else knows that’s what you sound like?
He doesn’t want you fucking other people. He doesn’t want you moaning their names or them seeing you naked. He wants to keep you all to himself, for him to be the only person he sleeps with for the rest of your life.
He knows you wouldn’t lie about being a virgin, but you’re taking him so well, bucking your hips against his as if you’ve done this a billion times before. You might be awkward about it, unsure of where to put your hand sometimes, but he doesn’t care. You’re doing your best and that’s all he can ask of you.
It hurts pretty bad, but it’s the kind of pain that you enjoy, the kind you don’t want to stop. You’re sure that you’re not going to be able to walk for days afterwards but that’s for the future version of you to figure out.
Right now, you just want to be in the moment. You open your eyes and you almost gasp as you take in the beautiful sight before you. Eddie’s hair is hanging in front of you, his eyes shut tight as he moans as he fucks you gently, his hands still holding yours
He continues to thrust in and out of you at a little faster rate and you feel like you’re on a high as your eyes roll back into your head. You know it hasn’t been long, but you’re already almost there. Eddie just needs to hit just the right-
“Oh my god, Eddie,” you whine as you reach your orgasm, your back arching. He loves the way you moan his name and he can’t get enough of it. Now he absolutely can’t let you go. And he won’t. You’re going to be his forever.
“You did so good,” he praises as he kisses your lips. “So good.”
Once you’ve come down, Eddie pulls out and rushes to the bathroom to get a couple of wash cloths to clean the two of you up. You lie there as he wipes your cunt, smiling up at him dreamily as he closes your legs before climbing back into bed with you.
“Stay the night?” He asks as he pulls you to him as your noses touch, his hands wrapping around your back.
“Well, I’m not exactly in the position to walk, am I?” You slur with a laugh and Eddie mimics you before pressing a kiss to your nose. You rest your head against his chest as his heartbeat lulls you sleep and you’re already thinking about your second time. Maybe if you’re lucky, Eddie will give it you. And knowing him, he definitely will.
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Summary : love is not an easy to admit, are you ashamed of it?
Warnings : MDNI 18+ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, cursing, unprotected sex, self-sabotage, mentions of pregnancy, loss of virginity, slight sprinkle of readers uncertainty in her relationship, insecurity, low self-esteem, miscommunication, heated arguments, that's all! :))
What to Expect : SMUT, ANGST, FLUFF, the story goes back to past and to present, set in the 1980's and let's pretend Paramore existed back then lol
Note To Reader : I haven't made a Eddie fanfic with a Paramore song and I literally love them both, so, this is my chance! 🥰
Author Note : this been sitting in my drafts for way too long now, I have to cook this up and hopefully you will enjoy it! 🥺
☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆
❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣
1986 : The Record Label approves Corroded Coffin
"Where is she?!?" Eddie heavily breathes as he whipped his head everywhere to catch a glimpse of your figure but none seems to show
"She was here a minute ago- hey, what's going on?!?" Gareth wipes his beading forming sweat on his forehead
"Jeff!" He shouts out loud he did not mean to capturing everyone's attention in the bar
He looked at his panting friend who places his palms over his knees as he heaves air on his chest, confusion is written all over his face as he walks up to him
"Dude, are you okay-" he bend slightly to meet his gaze as he places his hand over his friend's shoulder as he dismissive his hand at him
"Y/N, where is she?" The desperation is clear to his eyes, this night was supposed to be eventful but it didn't worked out the way he thought it would be
"I-I saw her hopped into the taxi with a suitcase" Jeff stammers as he looked over at Eddie's shoulder someone is approaching them
"W-What?!? a suitcase?" He exclaims but before he could ask again, a familiar voice called out to him
"Eddie!"
"Harrington-" He furrowed his brows at him
"She told me to tell you-" he cuts him off, Steve took a deep breath before saying that could scarred his friend forever
"Tell me what?" He demands as he directly looked at him
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1990 : Present Day
Fuck
Yeah, seriously fuck
It's been 4 years since the last time you ever laid eyes on him, is it just you or he looked like as if you're in the top of the world
Does he still loved you? until now?
Shit, you feel guilty for what you have done, selfish as it sounds, you save yourself first
But, at what cost? is it worth it?
.....if you could put down your pride, just speak the damn truth....no, it's not worth it
You regretted everything
and now, he's here accidentally bumped into your grocery cart in the dairy aisle at the supermarket
You discreetly put the milk slowly on the cart as you stop eye contacting to him, completely nervous to see him again
"Y/N? is it really you?"
You speak without looking at him, "y-yeah"
He quickly walks up closer to you as he tries to get your gaze back to him, you take a step back slightly as he spoke again, "I asked for this"
That's where you look back at him, "What?"
"I wished and asked that I get the chance to finally see you again"
He saw the guilt flicker in your eyes, you swallowed hard, the beating inside of your chest went fast forward
"It's been 4 years, Y/N, I-I just wanted to know what happened to...." He trails off as he sighs, "To us" he gestures his finger to you and to him
You know he deserves to know
It's your own goddamn fucking pride is what should be shut down
You just look at him and blink as you ignore his question as you move past him along with your cart
"Y/N! what-"
"It's nice seeing you, Eddie"
"But-"
"Goodbye"
You said it without sparing him a glance as he stare at the back of your head as he follows your figure walking away
He took a step forward as he hesitates to tail you, he sighs as he scratches the top of his head trying to understand what made you act this way
He doesn't even recognized you, it's like you changed
It may be 4 fucking years ago but still he is starting to get pissed off
Pissed off at the fact that you are simply trying to avoid him or get away from him as much as possible
He had rewind his memory to every moment that has happened in your relationship together, if he missed out on something that you displeased you
You could've addressed it to him not acting weird like this
He self-reflected but still there is this feeling that you're hiding about something but what is it?
But still, even the heights of this circus series of life events, he remains the same old Eddie, very patient and most of all very selfless
One of the workers at the supermarket asked him to move aside as they tried to place products on the shelves that made him snap out of his train of thoughts
He continues on his errands, once again, he saw you there, already at the check out, he deflated, you didn't react that way before to him like that and it confuses him
What the hell happened?
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1984 : Prom
"Eddie!"
"What?"
You rolled your eyes playfully as he brings you closer to him holding your waist gently
You always loved how unserious he was as he stopped peppering you kisses on your whole face
You both swayed to the slow music playing at the background as he spoke again
"I've never thought that I could attend something like this"
"Yeah?" He raises both of his eyebrows as he uses his freehand to caress your bare shoulder
"To be clear, I don't hate it until I met you, now I am getting to understand why everybody else loves this" you say enunciate your point as you look around in the gymnasium
"I have no plans either, everything changed when I met you too" he says with so much certainty
"Really?" You bring back your gaze to him with hopeful look on your eyes and his heartaches how you sounded so in disbelief
"Are you kidding? you should've been the queen of the night! somebody bribed the damn thing" he dramatically exclaims as he gestures at one of the popular girls who always won every year
You laughed as you push him by the chest as he heartily chuckles
It's true, everyone's eyes are on you, Eddie reassures that you look in fact absolutely mesmerizing, he knows that you're so self-conscious and you're thinking too hard about it
"Y/N, you're so freaking beautiful" he says without a doubt as he cupped both of your cheeks
Your high from your laughter slowly died down abruptly but the smile has never left in your pretty face
You melt within his touch as you close your eyes as you place your hands over on top of him
"I....I love you" he declares it as he happily chuckles, he's so certain of it by the tone of his voice
You open your eyes and the tears starts to prick, "E-Eddie"
He shushes you, "I just wanted you to know that, it's true, sweetheart"
You slowly blink as you try not to shed any tear as he hugs you
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1990 : Present Day
"Y/N, what-" he abruptly stops as he saw your expression
The cold features are sitting rightly on your face as the man stood before you as he dart his eyes back and forth at you and back in the grocery store
He watches as you aggressively put the paper bags at the backseat of the car, he clears his throat, "Who got you so crabby all of the sudden-"
"Get in the fucking car, Steve, I'm not in the mood-" you say to him as he can feel your eyes stabbing him as if he's the one who got you pissed off
"Y/N!"
Steve furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he followed the familiar voice who is jogging on the way to you
"Oh shit"
"You can say that again" you say as you slam the door shut making Steve flinch in the process as he breathes out as places his hands over his hips
"Y/N, please, I just really need to talk to you-"
"Eddie, I seriously have to go now"
"Whatever it is that I've done back then, I am truly sorry!"
Steve looks at him in apologetically as he licks his lips, "Y/N, have a heart-"
"Don't start with me, Steve, get inside of the car!" You hit the hood of the car as you point an angry finger on him making Steve's jaw clench at your stubbornness
"Y/N, we've talked about this" Steve shakes his head as he motions to his old friend
Meanwhile, Eddie is puzzled to almost like sibling argument as he spoke once again, "What is it that you both talked about?"
That's when you both stop bantering at each other as you exasperated sigh as you and Steve share the same knowing look that you're trying to avoid for 4 years
"You can't escape this, Y/N!"
"Goddamn it! just drop it-"
"Give him a fucking chance!" Steve shouts back not giving a care to the people who are overhearing this conversation
Steve had enough of it, he is so done with being considerate with you, you need this confrontation
All he ever does is to be a good friend to you but he can't just fucking tolerate this behavior of yours especially when Eddie has never done anything wrong to you
Eddie didn't know that Steve was eating up a lot of conscience for keeping a very personal and delicate information about you
But, this isn't his problem, this is your life, but also he can't help but to meddle with your stupid decisions
"You gotta stop this, Y/N" Steve scratches his chin as he spoke through gritted teeth
"I am a little lost here-" Eddie shifts his foot sideways as he looks both of you for answers
"Your girlfriend is a fucking coward, that's what" Steve punctuates the word making his point as he exaggerates it
You glare at Steve who doesn't even give a shit about that look that you're giving to him
"Fuck you, Steve"
"See? What the hell are you even doing? You're running away again"
You're not going to be cornered not this time, not ever, you will put the pin back on the grenade, you can't say it out loud now
You fumbled with your keys as you finally get inside of the car
"Get out of the damn car, Y/N, we are not finished here" Steve says at the window of your seat as you stare at him
"Back off!" You yell as you flip him off as you ignite the engine, he surrenders as he looked at you in disappointment
You accidentally stare through Eddie's eyes, swirling in so much longing, longing for you
You almost faltered but you decided against it as you drove away
"This is bullshit, she's going to tell you the truth one way or another" Steve crosses his arms as he watches your car in the distance
"Tell me what?" Eddie appears in front of him with perplexed expression
"What happened back in 1985"
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1985 : Making it Official
Mascara's running down, your lipstick is smeared, your eyes are watery, your hair is a fucking mess as Eddie got you folded into half as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it
Your clothes are scattered everywhere in his room and so does his, he is so sexy, aggressive and gentleman at the same time, the way he handles you, he understands what you needed and your wants, he prioritizes more of your enjoyment and pleasure rather than his
You don't know how absolutely you feel of the way he's treating you like this, you feel so freaking special like it's so uncommon for you and also felt wrong for you to be treated nicely
He always said that you deserve it, you're worth it, you're capable of being loved and you will always will be loved, he's trying to remove that thing out of you
That you're always telling yourself that you're unlovable
He will be the first and last to you, a few guys here and there before him trying to hit on you, it's a big no for you, the only man that can only have access to you is him and it makes you feel a lot of emotions, you feel euphoric but also you felt you're about to cry
One big loud moan escapes your lips as Eddie groans when you don't stop clenching around him
When he kept that same rhythm and motion over and over your moans started to stagger as your mouth hanging out as your eyes roll back as you lift your hips to catch that sensation
He grunts, "Fuck, Y/N" he looks down as he watches his member slipping in and out of your pulsating cunt so smoothly and easily sheaths back and forth as he kisses you hungrily making you squeal and writhe beneath him
He swallows your moans as he pants as he bottoms harder into your core, he lift your wobbly arms as he goes deeper to you as you bring your legs to lock him in place and pull him closer to you
"aah- Eddie!" You croak out as you breathy sigh and whimper, he moans as he says your name and praises you
Your eyes starts to feel heavy as you feel him everywhere, the sinful sounds of both of your bodies slapping and the squelch makes you even more wetter and you can't deny that it's turning you on
"Shit, you feel so good"
"Oh my god! Right there!"
"Yeah? You like that?"
"Don't sto-p p-please!"
He removes the hold from your arms as he lay it over his shoulders as you held him onto your dear life
He grips your hips tighter, you know you can't fucking walk for days or he will absolutely leave marks on there but you don't care, you feel like jelly
His eyes scans over the shades of purple spots are all over your neck and especially on the mounds of your breasts actually before he doves into you, you're already so worked up when he took a mouthful and kneaded your boobs so naturally
You chant his name when you tell him you're getting closer and does he as you arch your back as he lets out a guttural groan as your moans turned into high pitched tone as he sloppily kisses you, he rolls his hips once more spilling his load to your velvety walls
"Can't believe that you're my girlfriend" he says muffled as you can feel his smile at the crook of your neck
You chuckle as you try to reconnect with the earth
Both of you are breathing heavily as he collapsed on top of you as you instantly wrapped your arms around him, embracing him as you inhale his scent making you sigh in content
He gets up abruptly with the fear on his eyes, his eyes goes all over, you missed the way he looked at your stomach worriedly
You're not in the right headspace to find out what's going on as your brain feels like a mashed potatoes
"What's wrong?" You say lazily as you half-lidded awake
"I-uh- we should've used protection today, sweets"
"Oh...." you say as you take his hand in yours as you moved closer to him
The silence is deafening him and the nervousness grows even more bigger
"It's fine, Eddie, I loved how you feel inside of me"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Yes, Eddie, I do very much" you say as you yawn and he can see you're fighting off the sleep but still he needs confirmation that you're alright of what just happened
He blushes as he took a sigh of relief, "I-I am still sorry-" he immediately apologizes but you cut him off by saying
"I don't care, if you didn't pull out, I...love...you"
You left him with that as you fastly drifted to sleep, he is dumbfounded of what you just said to him, it's the first time ever you said that to him and he blinks one or twice he lost count but he just smiles as he admires you as he removes your hair out of the way from your face as he kisses your forehead
He pulls out of the covers as he carefully put blanket over to your body and his as he lift your head so you can lay over his arm as you mindlessly get comfortable from his warmth he smiles yet again when you lay your hand against his chest
"Oh, Y/N, how I love you so"
*Months later on that same year*
You feel nauseous everytime you eat, you didn't tell Eddie about it, but you've been like this for weeks now, you're having thoughts when you shouldn't be worrying about
But somehow, you're monitoring it, and it shows that you have possible signs of..... let's not go there
Eddie is so laser-focused on his music career and he's getting so well on it and you couldn't even more proud of him
A true artist, the attention to detail on every guitar chords that he's strumming and music sheets that are splayed all over his bed everytime you come over to his house, you've been so supportive of him and you always uplift no matter what happens, he works hard and he's saving up for everything that you both needed
He won't stop until he feels 100% satisfied with his work, he's very meticulous and the important of it all is that you're honest when he shows you a sample of his music, if you don't think it's a good record then he will write another set of songs, that's how much he trusts your opinion and it's like you're a part of his band, you watching them grow and help together, they're still act playful and being so goofy every so often when they're together but when it's about their goal? they're locked in with the mission to be recognized as real artists
Not some schmuck desperate rock band as the town would say
Yeah, you're brutally honest when it comes to this
But, what about your feelings?
"Eds, I'm going to take the restroom in a jiffy" you say as you swing your purse over your shoulder
He nods as he squeezes your hand, "You okay, sweetheart?"
You flash in a small smile, "Yeah, I'm fine, I think, I'm just tired is all"
He whispers, "Okay" he goes back canvassing music equipment in a department store
You finally have the restroom to yourself as you clutch in with your purse as you took a deep breath and you take out the oh-so-familiar device that indicates whether you think you are indeed carrying a child or not
You lock yourself in the stall and disinfect the toilet as you sat on it and pull down your underwear as you let your urine take a few drops on the mark
You clean yourself up as you get out of the cubicle and place the device on the neat surface of the sink as you wash your hands
You stare at it, you didn't take your eyes off it as you reach for the paper towel and you know it will appear for a few minutes
You see the one line already as you wait for the other one, you bit your lip as your knees start to bop out of your forming anxiety
The knock on the door startled you, a small gasp fell out from your lips
"Y/N? honey? are you done? I found the one that I like and I need your thoughts about it"
"Uh, yeah, just give me a second!"
You freshen up and keep it cool as you retouch your lipstick, you glance at the device and you did a double look on it
You picked it up as you slowly bring it closer to you for a better look, the second line is faded until it comes out it full color as you stumble slightly in your stance as you look yourself of your reflection in the mirror, it's positive
You're pregnant
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1990 : Present Day
"You're fucking insane"
"Trust the process, man-"
"She can't even just talk to me!"
Eddie mutters "sorry" to the people who are dining in the café
"It won't work" he whisper-shout to his old friend who is stirring his cup of coffee
"It will work" he corrects him as he takes a sip of his coffee
"When you say it, it sounded so easy-" Eddie scratches his head as he grumbles leaning backward at the seat
"You have to do it, Eddie, it's both for your own good" Steve tuts him as he states his point as he raises a finger at him
Eddie listens carefully as he sighs and nods at him to continue
"All you have to do is to corner her, she is strong-headed but I feel you're her weakness, she can't even stand you the moment you both just got reunited after 4 years" He throws his hands up as he scoffs as the scene earlier replays on his mind
"Harrington, I'm sorry-"
"What in the hell are you apologizing for?"
"For bringing you into this mess of mine" Eddie huffs as his eyes wandered around the diner as he watches people coming by
No, actually, it was you who brought up Steve into your goddamn business, but he didn't mind at all but a part of him is also feel like a bad friend for not saying the truth at all to his greatest pal that only to be reunited in this way when he wished it was other way around not like this
He also wants to fix this, it's been long overdue and he been keeping this for 4 years
"Hey, Munson"
"Yeah?"
"Whatever happens to you and Y/N, when you find out what really happened back then, if you did get mad at me, I understand and I deserve that and it's not my place to speak for her, she's the one must tell everything to you not me"
He listens intently as he tips his head slightly, "Well, I appreciate you for being honest"
He smiles then as his eyes lighten up, "Thanks, man"
Steve told him that you mostly walk at the park every Sunday at 8am, he said is the only peace time you have and then go back to your usual schedule
Eddie was sitting over a bench like half an hour until he straightens up seeing you there as you took in the sight of the river
He slowly get up and walks towards to you, he takes in a deep breath before he prays in his mind that this hopefully ends well
"Y/N?"
Your heartbeat stopped at the sound of his voice, you thought you're only imagining it as you slowly turn around to see the man right in front of you as he kept a personal space between the two of you
"What are you doing here?" You say as you look behind and sideways scarily
"I wanted to talk to you-"
"That's not gonna happen" you say plainly as you begin to walk off leaving him behind once again
Steve's right, you're a hard one to hold to stay put in place, "Y/N! you can't even give me a chance to speak!"
"What's there to talk about?!?" You argue as you continue to walk with the scowl on your face
He huffs with a laugh, "You can't get rid me off like this everytime-"
"Oh, yes I can!" You fight back as you stomp faster as he kept up with the pace
"Why are you dodging it?" The frustration on his voice is clear and it fuels you more
"You're fucking infuriating!" You reason with him, god, you can feel you're losing it, your time is out, you can't get away this time
He laughs in disbelief, "Wow? I am infuriating?!? and so are you!" He points to you as he breathes heavily
When you fall silent as he keeps following you, all you do is just briefly glare at him as you both walk past by people
"This is fucking getting out of hand, sweetheart, stop it" he says firmly as he shooks his head sideways
"Don't tell me what to-" you counter
"Stop it, I say!" He commands and before you open your mouth and he beats you to it
He goes right in front of you, blocking your path as you tried to get out of the way
"Look what the fuck what you're doing, scurrying away the moment when things get serious"
The tears began to prickle and sting behind your eyes as you try not to let him hold you, he hesitated everytime he really wanted to touch you, "Don't push me, Eddie-" you scoff
"Nah, I'm gonna push you once and for all, sweetheart, you're not going to win this time" your heart drops when he takes a grip tightly on holding both of your shoulders as you try to get out of his grasp but it won't budge
"Fuck you! Eddie, step away-" you cuss him out of your anger as the tears are threatening to spill anytime soon
"Stop being so difficult and just tell me!" His voice cracks and for a moment your face faltered, he saw it, all you need was a push
"I ain't got nothing to tell you!" One tear escaped from your eyes as you angrily wipe it off
"Oh yeah? What about what happened in 1985? you're not physically okay, I've never asked what's going on but I fucking know for sure something is up"
Your chest tightens when you look at him in the eyes and you can see he is determined to know what happened back there before
"N-No-" you stutter as you can't form any words after that, you have no more reasons to blew him off, you lose
He knew?
"I might be in a tight schedule in that timeline but I never overlooked of what's going with you, sweetheart, you can't fool me" he looks down at you with the same adoring eyes, it feels 1984 all over again and your stomach churns of what's coming
Your lips began to tremble as you look at him, you can't look away now, he's got you
"I know you still love me, Y/N, you're just being in denial"
"N-No, I don't-"
"What are you holding back from?"
You frown at him as the angry tears starts to roll in your cheeks as you hit his chest as he still kept holding you
"You don't remember it but I do, it was only one time you told me and I never stopped believing"
You know exactly what he's talking about
The night that you both made love for the first time
"I fucking hate you-" you cry out as you grab a fist from his shirt as you muffled sob in his chest
"We both know that's not true" he softly says as he pulls back you to look at you
The fire in your eyes has simmered down, only what's left is the fear in your eyes
"Why did you left in 1986?"
The words caught up in your throat as you gulped to his question
No, you can't lie to him anymore
"I-I was scared" another fresh set of tears cascading down as he wipes with his thumb
"Scared of what?!?"
"I was afraid!" You sniffled as you wept in front of him as you angrily ripped off his warm hands to your cupped cheeks
He looks at you as he waits for answer patiently, you try to muster up
"I was afraid of you finding out" you swallow as you duck your head down in shame
Before he asks again, in the corner of his eye, someone is running up to you
"Mommy!" the little girl with arms open wide as the small hands making a grabby action insinuating for you to pick her up
You whipped your head to scrouch down in front of your baby girl as you greet her as you manage to make a small smile as you kissed the crown of her head
Eddie knew his intuition but still he is taken aback from the revelation
You slowly meet his gaze, you thought you will see pure hatred towards you, but there was none
All you can see he is glad as you can see the corners of his lips turned upward to form a contented smile
The little girl is unbeknownst to the man who is looking at her with love on his eyes, she tilts her head as she waves at him, Eddie shyly waves back
"Okay, I'm done with cuddling" you chuckle as you put her down as she ran off playing with the other kids in the park
Eddie's eyes are fixed on his daughter and the giggle of her voice are such a blessing to his ears as he smiles at it
Your breaths are shallow as you can see him moving closer beside you
"She's beautiful"
"Yeah" you whisper
"Beautiful like her mother" he says as he looks at you as his eyes twinkle
The guilt creeps into your eyes as you're the one who takes his hand into yours as you became stunned when he gently squeezes it
"E-Eddie, I am so sorry, I know it's unforgivable for what I've done, I-I'm just so terrified-" you ramble as he dismissive his hand at you
"Of what? if I ever find out that you we're pregnant?"
You nodded and the hope is clear in your eyes, "I was mortified if you ever find out that you will..." you trail off as you shake your head
He lifts your chin up to meet his gaze once again, "I will?"
"In 1986, you brought the news to me that you're accepted in the record label and I tried to tell you so many times but I really couldn't bring it up to you and I didn't wanna be a burden on your dream, so, I just left" you sob as you close your eyes and you feel the weight of your shoulders finally eased out
"Oh honey, you will never be a burden to me" he kisses your hands as you let him embrace you
At that point, he understood what Steve meant to him at the diner last night and it doesn't matter to him anymore
All is forgiven, what's important to him that he's got you and you're back with him
The wait was worth it as he smiles down at you as he caressed your head
You pulled back with uncertainty in your eyes, "Do you hate me?" He knits his eyebrows at you
His eyes softens, "I can never hate you" he tucked a piece of hair into your ear
"Do you hate me?" He brings back the question to you as he pulls you impossibly close as you lock your eyes with his as he looks down at your lips anticipating his next move
"I lied to you, you always knew the truth" he lets you finish as he dives in
He captured your lips as you feel lushed pressing your chest against him as you throw your arms to kiss him back, melting as both your mouth and his collided to one another
"And that is?" He reaches back to peck another kiss to your lips as you smile at him, your heart is soaring as you both glance at your girl as you bring back your eyes to him as you confidently admit....
"I love you"
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