#and bc it was a black box i couldn't go in and fix it

[fairybonesandstardust]

i saw this and i couldn't resist. i took a break from old man yaoi draft to write this bc it was making me cry and the insperation was too much to resist.

fair warning this is by far not my best writing, these are mainly snippets that i wrote. its crack treated seriously, sexual humor and mild violence/ blood. oh and mori gets bullied

Mr. World Wide

Atsushi hovered over Ranpo nervously. “What happened?” Ranpo winced as he pushed himself into a sitting position gingerly. “The last thing i remember is Fukuchi and the President fighting.” Ranpo studied the empty landing path. “Their both still alive somewhere in the airport, the President took more damage most likely several stab wounds,” Ranpo rattled off. 

-

Fukuchi looked worse for the wear. If Atsushi didn’t know better he would say he had just fought through an army of vampires. Atsushi tensed, shoving Ranpo harshly behind him. 

“Atsushi, stand down,” Ranpo said, his eyes fixed on Fukuchi. “He’s not here to fight.”

“What?”

“The boy is right,” Fukuchi rasped. Ranpo rolled his eyes violently. Fukuzawa appeared behind Fukuchi, he was limping and covered in blood.

-

“Boss,” Chuuya rapped lightly on the door. He was met with silence that was intercut with the faintest sound of a sniffle. Chuuya frowned, he pushed open the door carefully. Elise was as usual sitting by Mori shoveling cake into her mouth but Mori. The Port Mafia boss was crumpled up in his chair sobbing. Kouyou was gently patting him on the back as Hirostu replaced the empty box of tissues with a new one.

"You should cry more often Rintarou you look so ugly," Elise said gleefully. Mori burst into even louder sobs, "Whats wrong with me?" he wailed. Chuuya closed his mouth sharply at the look Kouyou was sending him. "Why does nobody love me?"

"I have no idea," Chuuya said stiffly. "You have so much to offer."

Mori looked up from where head face planted into the table, "Really?" he sniffled. "Yeah," Chuuya nodded emphatically. "You're a doctor, you sucessfully lead the port mafia, hell you even keep the city safe." Chuuya is starting to get pissed off. Who did the President think he was? Mori was a catch...kinda.......if you had interesting taste.

The Port Mafia wouldn't let something like this stand.

-

Tachihara’s and Mori’s sobbing could be heard all throughout the compound.

“Whats going on with black lizard and the boss?” one of the suits asked. Their commander shrugged “No one knows, we just know that it started once they mentioned the damage at the airport.”

-

"Chuuya, Akutagwa and Gin, you know what your jobs are," Kouyou said. "Go forth and make the Mafia proud." They three of them bowed and rushed off. Hirotsu sighed, "Do you think it'll work?"

"Their our only hope."

"Akutagawa worries me despite the little bit of training you were able to give him, I worry he won't be able to carry out his mission," Hirotsu mused.

-

"Eww," Dazai gagged. "What are you doing here?" Chuuya glared at him, "None of your business, I'm not here for you." Dazai's eyes narrowed at that.

"Jinko."

Atsushi jumped screaming. "Crap, you scared me," he gasped. Akutagawa stared at him blankly. "Do you want to eat?" Akutagawa asked haltingly. "I will pay." Atsushi nodded eagerly.

No one noticed Gin slipping out of the window.

-

"It's finished," Tachihara choked back sobs. He handed Kouyou a marriage certificate it almost looked perfect except the names were written messily in crayon. No doubt Elise's touch.

"Elise drew the wedding picture," The lemon bomber who the author totally didn't forget the name of said. "What?" he said defensively. "There was no time to photoshop anything."

Gin patted Tachihara on the back a he broke down crying. "It'll have to do," Kouyou said.

-

“If you have something to say then say it, Mori,” Fukuzawa’s voice was ice cold. Mori let out a humorless laugh. Atsushi felt Yosano flinch at the sound of it. “Of course,” Mori said voice sickly sweet, “I think you’re a fucking slut.” Both sides go deadly silent at that, not even the sound of breathing can be heard. “You didn’t seem to think that when i was-“ Kunikida covered Atsushi’s ears blocking out the rest of what the President had to say. 

Atsushi's fellow ADA members looked as if their entire world view had been uprooted.

Akutagawa had achieved a shade of pale that Atsushi didn’t realize was humanly possible. Kouyou was studiously staring at the sky while Chuuya hung off her looking down right appalled the only ones who seemed unbothered was surprisingly Kunikida and Hirotsu.

-

"You told me to be nice."

"i didn't mean for you to sleep with him," Natsume said through gritted teeth. "I know you're welcome," Fukuzawa said dryly. "If i hadn't he would have been even worse, he would've ended up as a bitter virgin a fucking mafia version of an incel."

Mori gasped, "I would not besides I wasn't even a virgin."

"Not with that dick game," Fukuzawa muttered.

Mori's eye twitched as his fingers tightened around the scalpel in his hand. "What ever do you mean, Fukuzawa-dono?" his smile was stretched a little to widely across his face. "For someone whose ability is called vita sexualis you're awful in bed," Fukuzawa said bluntly.

"Haha, thats not how my ability works." Mori's knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the scalpel. Fukuzawa looked him up and down, "Trust me I know."

"This is a safe space right?" Chuuya asked. He shrugged to himself. "Dazai last time i fucked you. I broke my pelvic bone because your ass is so flat. A brick wall is thicker that your flat ass and your flat fucking chest," Chuuya yelled.

Dazai screeched falling to his knee's.

Fukuzawa looked vaguely proud of Chuuya.

"And your better?" Mori snapped. "I had to ice my fucking dick. I thought it was going to shrivel up and fall off because of you." Fukuzawa shrugged, "Sounds like a skill issue."

-

"You already took the fucking kids. Whats next are you going to take Elise?" Mori screeched waving the totally real wedding certificate around. "God no you can keep that creature."

"How dare you?" Mori hissed. "Have you ever considered that maybe your the problem? Has any ex of yours not gone crazy?"

Fukuzawa narrowed his eyes.

"Your probably the reason Fukuchi became an international terrorist. I swear half of our problems come from the fact that you can't keep your legs closed."

"Hey, you can't blame him for everything,"

Tachihara studied the ground and whistled. "Shibuwasa, Fyodor, Fukuchi, Fitzgerald, Agatha Christie, Arthur Rimbaud," Mori paused in middle of counting. "I can't seem to remember the rest."

"You can add you parent's too the list," Fukuzawa said easily. "How could you?"' Mori looked unsurprised but pissed. He flung the wedding album at Fukuzawa. Fukuzawa dodged it with ease. "You pissed me off. What else was I supposed to do?"

Hirotsu sighed burying his head into a gloved hand. "One of my girls just finished submitting a copy of the certifcate," Kouyou whispered into his ear. "I've seen them fight like this before, it'll be several hours before their done."

-

dialogue that never made it ig

"The anemic fucked better than you did and he couldn't go more than five minutes without a break or he would pass out."

-

sadly i wasn't able to work in more of the marriage certificate and it ended up being mostly fukumori beefing 😭

@sonics-atelier said "mr. i tried to destroy the world because my bff didn't dick me down" and i've been thinking about it non stop. imagine if ranpo woke up on the airport alone only to have atsushi find him and help him. they don't know where fukuchi and fukuzawa are, ranpo knows their alive and injured but for some reason he can't figure where they went or what's happening. atsushi and ranpo are trying to figure out the next step when fukuchi comes walking up, he looks like he was fighting for his life, like demons came for this mans soul. he's readjusting his clothes. atsushi tenses ready to fight but ranpopo stops him he can tell fukuchi isn't here to fight theres something else.......fukuzawa appears after fukuchi he's limping and covered on blood. "fukuzawa was right," fukuchi says. "destroying the world, the state this isn't the answer. i rewrote every thing back to normal.

later when everyone's reunited, the news is covering the mysterious destruction of the airport. the men's bathroom and several other area's are in complete wreckage. later that night tachihara and mori cry themselves to sleep.

[ellcrys]

Y’ALL there isn’t a gif in existence that encompasses my rage right now

I can’t remember the last time I was literally ready to throw hands with a piece of software

[lightvixxen]

Innocent act

Older!neighbor!Eddie x innocent !whore! F!reader

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY!! Read pt2 here , read pt 3!

Warnings: age gap Eddie is 30 reader is 18+, vouyerism? Eddie watched reader get off while she doesn’t know it, choking, degrading (whore/slut), pet names (baby, sweetheart, doll, pretty girl), small spanking, a dom!Eddie, sub!reader, Eddie has a sir kink bc i can, eddie also has a corruption kink unprotected PIV sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YA FUCKING TAP IT) creampies, Mechanic! And perv!Eddie sprinkled in. Lmk if I missed anything!!

I love Reblogs and likes absolutely make my day!! I do not consent to having my work being posted on a third part website

Kinda hate the way this turned out also excuse bad grammar tis was rushed

Word count: 3k, i got a bit carried away

Summary: after your car breaks down, Eddie offers to fix it, finding the perfect evidence to destroy that little good girl act you have going.

Tags: @thefreakofhawkins86, @and-claudia

It was a hot summer day in Hawkins, and your car had decided that that was the perfect time to break down. You huffed at your car as you closed the hood to your engine. Having no clue why you even bothered to look at it in the first place, you didn't know the first thing about cars! Sighing you leaned against your car's door, mentally preparing yourself to call a tow truck and then your father to pay for it. Looking slightly to the right, away from your house, you groaned at the missing van in the driveway.

If Eddie were here you could just ask him! But of course, he just had to be away when your car decided to give out on you.

You pushed yourself off of the car and opened the driver's side, planning to retrieve the pack of cigarettes you stole off of your father from the glove box. Hidden away so you wouldn't blow your cover of the resident “good girl”.

Maybe the universe had decided to be kind to you today, or just wanted to see you suffer as the familiar sound of loud music got closer. Soon enough a familiar van pulled into the neighboring driveway. You groaned internally and prayed to a higher power you had enough strength to act all innocent around a man who was pure fucking sin.

Eddie Munson hopped out of his van, chains and rings visible in the sunlight,

Hair pulled back, black jeans, and a simple band-tee is what he had decided on for the hot day. You looked over your shoulder briefly and then immediately let your head hang, cursing him for looking hot when you needed to concentrate. You climbed back out of your car seat and called over to him.

“Hey, Mr.Munson!”Eddie looked over at you from his doorway and smiled.

“Well if it isn't my favorite neighbor! What's going on sweetheart? Why ya out here in the heat?” He called back, beginning to make his way over to you.

“Oh, my car decided to break down today.” You chuckled as if it was no big deal, which it was.

“Want me to take a look at it? Save you some trouble?” The metalhead crossed over into your driveway in no time. You nodded, getting your car looked at, AND being able to see Eddie concentrated. Fuck yeah!

Eddie lifted your hood up and immediately cringed. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Eddie's cringing was not a good sign.

“Is it bad?” you asked him, a little anxiously.

“Yeah, I'll have to take it down to my shop.”

A small sound of disappointment escaped your throat, knowing you couldn't just seamlessly watch him work from the window of your front room.

“How much will it cost?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, playing with the hem of your skirt lightly. You and your dad really couldn't afford anything past 1k. He patted your head lightly.

“Don’t worry your pretty little innocent head about that doll.” right you had to be innocent around him. luckily he’s missed the way your thighs clenched together every time he calls you ‘doll’ or ‘sweetheart’.

“You can pay me with a plate of the amazing cookies you made the other week.”

You smiled, grateful to be free of expenses. “Thank you, Eddie!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!” you hugged him tightly. Eddie chuckled and hugged you back, hands resting on your waist for a brief second.

“Anything for my favorite neighbor,” he lent down slightly and whispered darkly into your ear, “and the sweetest girl in town.” you felt arousal pool in between your legs, and your knees went weak. Surprised by his tone.

Eddie laughed to himself, releasing you and walking inside his house, “so easy” he thought to himself.

It's been a week since Eddie to your car to his shop. Which normally wouldn't be an issue except, you weren't able to grab your cigarettes from the glove box. And you couldn't just go down to his shop and grab them, you had a reputation to uphold! So that meant a week without nicotine, though you found other methods to get your high.

The past week had you turning to weed to get that pleasant feeling of not needing to think. Along with humping one of the poor teddy bears you owned until you came. Specifically, the one Eddie had gotten you for your 18th birthday.

His words played on repeat “sweetest girl in town” the way his breath felt against your skin, the way he gripped your hips when he said it, and god the way said it.

As you ground your hips into the soft fabric of the stuffed animal you imagined him saying those words under very different circumstances.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you moaned grabbing a fist full of his hair, tugging on it slightly. Eddie groaned against you, slick coating his chin as he attacked your clit, pulling back slightly with a “fuck, sweetest girl in town” before diving back in.

You felt your climax slowly rising through your fantasy, you ground against the stuffed bear particularly hard thinking about Eddie fingering you until you came.

You adored Eddie's fingers, rough and calloused from years of playing the guitar.

The image of the time you saw him playing the guitar shirtless came to mind, his forearms flexing as he played the chords. That image combined with the way he stuck his tongue out while concentrating sent you over the edge.

You came loudly, you might as well have been in a porno at that point. A chorus of Eddies and fucks fell from your mouth.

“Oh fuck, Eddie! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moaned, working yourself through your orgasm. It ended all too fast. You pulled your panties and pajama pants back on, got back into bed, put the very used teddy bear to the side to be used again later, and fell asleep.

----

You Hadn't realized that you had left your bedroom window open, letting Eddie hear everything you were doing. Maybe you had done it on purpose just to torture the poor man. His hand worked quickly over his cock “Fuuuck sweetheart, such sweet moans...” He barely had time to work himself up before pulling his cock out once he heard you. He could already feel his orgasm building, rapidly approaching the edge.

What sent him over the edge is when you came, moaning out his name. God, you were so cute...acting all innocent around him, like you didn't go up to your room and hump the toy he had gotten you. Eddie always wondered what you thought about him doing to you, what made you cum so loudly.

He groaned your name when he came, white ropes of cum shooting onto the wall in front of him.

“Such a fucking whore...” he watched as the light in your room flicked off.

Finally 2 weeks after Eddie had taken your car he finally! Gave it back to you. But of course, payment, before he handed you the keys.

“Sweetheart, I'm gonna need those cookies, before you get your precious car back.” He held your keys over his head, before pocketing them.

“I've had them done for the past week-” you started, before the bastard cut you off

“Oh no, I need fresh cookies as payment, I thought that was obvious.” he grinned “My door’ll be open, just come on in when you're done.”

With that he walked away, your keys still in his back pocket.

—-

A few hours later you were finally done with the new batch of cookies. Eddie was so picky about his cookies, But he did spend the week fixing your car so he did deserve a fresh batch.

You quickly transferred them onto a plate and covered the plate with ceramic wrap. Before you left the house you made sure what you were wearing was perfect, you had decided on a baby pink tank top and a white skirt, with a small pink choker and simple sneakers. You then made your way next door.

---

Like Eddie had said, the door was open.

“Mr.Munson?” you called into the house, you felt a little weird just waltzing into his house, even if you had known him for years.

Eddie appeared in the doorway, sweating slightly, hair a mess. Also very shirtless, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

You look down to see a very prominent bulge, then immediately advert your gaze onto the ink that covers his chest.

“Sweetheart, you know you don't need to call me Mr.Munson right? I've known you for years.” he moves out of the way, motioning for you to come inside.

“I know, but old habits die hard!” you pout looking at him, before walking inside, making your way to his kitchen to set the plate down. Before hopping up onto the counter and crossing your legs at the ankle, this was normal, for a bit you were over here most of the time after your father had to pick up long hours.

Eddie walked in after you, leaning against the counter beside you.

“Oh, sweetheart, believe me, I know.” He smiled before undoing the ceramic wrap on the plate and picking up a cookie.

“I also know smoking is bad for pretty girls such as yourself.” His eyes shifted, to you, something dark brewing in them, and you stuttered. How could he have known about that?!

“I-I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Munson” you decided to play dumb, playing dumb always worked out for you before!

“Oh? You don't?” Eddie pulled a pack of cigarettes- your cigarettes, out of his pocket, chuckling darkly as your eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Lying sweetheart? And to me of all people? I’m hurt!” He pushed off the counter, moving to stand in front of you instead. You shook your head, looking down

“I don't smoke! You know I don't...” you couldn't meet his stare, no matter how hard you tried to. Eddie scoffed lightly

“You're just digging a deeper grave for yourself, sweetheart. I found these in your glove box.” he leaned in ever so slightly “And I know damn well nobody else drives that car”

You shook your head again, deciding to keep playing dumb. Trying to claw your way out of this.

“You know I think smoking is gross! I would never touch a cigarette.” you lifted your gaze slightly, staring past him.

“You know,” Eddie grabbed your face with the hand that wasn’t holding the pack of cigarettes, forcing you to look him in the eye. “I'd believe you saying that if you could even look me in the eye right now.”

You knew you had been caught red-handed, Eddie caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. Lying was pointless. The man had known you for four years, and he could tell when you lied.

“So, I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth. Are these yours?” you broke, even now you couldn't hold eye contact.

You nodded “yeah...they’re mine” a defeated sigh left you, knowing that your little innocent act has been discovered, Eddie sighed, nudging your legs open with his knees so he could slot himself between them.

“I really should tell your parents about you smokin’, you really shouldn't be doing it...” panic washes through you, did he already tell them? Was all this just an act to get you to plead guilty?

“But sweetheart, I knew you weren't all that innocent.” Eddie released your jaw, and you blinked up at him slowly. Huh? Confusion replaces panic.

“So you haven't told my parents? And that wasn't just an elaborate setup for me to admit to it?” you watch as he moves over to the fridge and places the cookies in it.

“I’m not that mean, besides I started smoking around your age” Eddie took his place in between your legs again.

“Another question doll.” you hum in response, absent-mindedly playing with the chain around his neck.

“Do you intentionally leave your window open for me when you hump that teddy or, are you just that dumb?”

your hand stops moving when the last word falls from his mouth, you had left it open? Sure you had purposefully left it open once, the off chance he'd hear you moaning his name. But you didn’t close it?

“...I left it open?” Eddie fucking laughs, “oh pretty girl, you never thought to check? Surprised the whole neighborhood never heard you!”

Both arousal and embarrassment fill you, sure you wanted him to hear, but you didn't think you were that loud!

“Gotta say though, I loved the little show you put on the past week...loved hearing my name from your lips as you came.”

“OHMYGOD” you hide your face in your hands, typically not one to get embarrassed, you had slept half the school's basketball team! The embarrassment that filled you was surprising.

“Aww, she's embarrassed!” he mocked, moving your hands away from your face.

“What do you think about when you fuck yourself dumb?” “huh?” “you know exactly what I'm talking about, use that brain of yours.” He told you, leaning to suck on your neck, leaving feather-light kisses there.

He was asking you to think? When he was in between your legs kissing your neck, asking what you thought about when you got off?? How could you possibly think right now?! Despite your thoughts going a hundred miles per hour, you managed a small,

“You, I think about you.”

Eddie tsked.

“Gotta be more specific, pretty girl, what do you fantasize me doing to you?”

You felt like your face was on fire, your head dropped, not able to fully look him in the eye.

“I think about your hands…and how they would feel inside of me” Eddie’s mouth quirked up into a shit-eating grin. He knew damn well that wasn’t the only thing

“You just think about me fingering you? C’mon doll, you don’t think I buy that do you”His kisses stopped, a hand replacing his lips, . “What makes you come so hard all by yourself?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, having Eddie so close to you was nothing new, but this, this was extremely new territory. You felt like a helpless bunny, being hunted down by the mean wolf.

Eddie's other hand was on your thigh, rubbing up and down, each time going a little higher. Just a little more and he would feel the small damp spot already forming in your panties.

“I uh- I thought about...you eating me out and fingering me.” you shyly admit, “when you said I was the sweetest girl, I imagined you saying it in between my legs.”

Eddies fingers had made their way to your panties, a small gasp escaping you as he put pressure on your clit.

“Good girl...letting me know what I need to make into reality,” he mumbled. He leaned in fully, capturing your lips in a rough kiss. Eddie nipped at your bottom lip, asking for permission. You gave it to him, opening your mouth enough for his tongue to slip in. His hand moved your panties to the side, groaning at how wet you were. You moaned into the kiss, hands finding their way to his shoulders, you needed to hold onto something.

“Your soaking sweetheart! I haven't even touched you yet!” Eddie laughed, “do I affect you that much?” you nodded.

“Fuck- yes, just the thought of you makes me wet.”

Eddie gave you a wicked smirk, plunging a finger into your pussy, you moaned at this, his finger was probably longer and thicker than most of the guys you had been with in the past. And so much better than your own. He slowly started fucking his finger into you, wanting to take his time. You had other plans, you bucked your hips ever so slightly, trying to get more friction. Eddies hand tightened around your throat.

“Don't be greedy baby, you'll get what you want. Just let me play with you for a bit, yeah?”

You whined at his words, you didn't want him to go slow. You wanted him to be fast, rough, wanted him to fucking use you. thoughts of what he was going to do to you raced in your head.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess your not a virgin?” Eddie added a second finger, causing you to whine again, his fingers were better than anything you had experienced from the boys in your school. It made you wonder what his tongue felt like, what his cock felt like.

“Yeah- m’ not a virgin- fuck Eddie, lost it a while ago.” you had to resist the urge to move your hips against his fingers, it was too little and too much. The edge was approaching rapidly, you had never been this pent up before. You don't even think you had gotten close this quickly before.

“Good, good, I don't have to hold back.” he chuckled darkly, he wasn't letting you go until the damn sun came up. You clenched around his fingers at the sound, God you loved whenever he was even slightly dominant. Him ordering you around was a common occurrence in your fantasies.

“Fuck Eddie! I'm close, I'm so fucking close!” you moaned out, tumbling towards the edge- just a little more and you'd cum. At the very last second, before you toppled over the edge, Eddie ripped his fingers from you. You whined, “fuck- Eddie, please!”

“Don't worry sweetheart, you'll get to come, we have all night after all.” He lifted his fingers to his mouth. Sucking off your wetness from them, he moaned around his fingers, looking at you, His eyes held nothing but lust and hunger. You watched in embarrassment as he practically fell to his knees. With a mumbled,

“I think I just found a new drug…” Eddie rolled your skirt up and pulled your panties down your legs, shoving them into his pocket. He wasted no time latching onto your clit, a high-pitched seal left your mouth. A hand quickly grabbed a fist full of hair.

“Oh fuck! Mmm, holy shit, Sir!” you didn't even register what you had said, too caught up in the pleasure Eddie was giving you. He pulled back ever so slightly, being met with you asking why he stopped and desperately trying to shove his face into your pussy.

Eddie had to laugh, poor thing, so worked up on just his tongue you hadn't registered you called him something other than Eddie or Mr. Munson. Which of course, just made him painfully hard. He was already struggling to take his time. Wondered what you'd feel like around his cock as he fucked you, fast and rough.

“Oh baby, you have no idea what you just said, do you?” he smiled at your head shake, too lost in the pleasure. “You called me sir, sweetheart” and with that, he was delving back into eating you out. He licked a long stripe from your vagina to your clit. With a ‘you taste so fucking, good sweetheart.’

You were loud, grinding against his face, chasing your high. Shame be damned, this was the best head you'd received ever.

“God- fuck sir, S’fucking good!” You were getting

Close again, Eddie could tell based on the pitch of your moans. He stuck his tongue into you, lapping at the wetness that had formed. Reveling in the way you clenched around his tongue. Eddie’s patience snapped, he needed to fuck you, and he needed to fuck you now.

“Fuck- sweetheart c’mere” He hoisted you off the counter, spinning you around so you were bent over it. Holding your skirt in place, he pulled down his sweats and boxers in one swift movement. Letting his cock free, he groaned as cold hair hit his red tip, Eddie gave himself a few quick strokes before lining himself up. Of course, forgetting a crucial thing, he couldn’t exactly get an eighteen-year-old girl pregnant when he was thirty!

“Wait fuck- let me go grab a condom.” he released your hips, he didn't get far before you spoke up.

“Eddie, I'm on the pill it's fine, just fuck me already! Wan’ you to cum inside me, please!” Eddie almost growled, hands finding your hips again, he sheathed himself in you in one thrust, causing you both to cry out. You had never felt so full in your life! Eddie, who can’t believe he bottomed out with no resistance, was trying so extremely hard not to cum already, like a fucking teenager.

You rocked back onto him, a noise of disappointment when he held your hips still.

“Just- fuck give me a moment, feel so good I'm trying so hard not to cum right now.” He bent down, sucking bruises onto your neck and back. Next time he’d take his time, but having you all whiny and begging, was just too much for the man's sanity and control.

Eddie rocked into you slowly, God you were so fucking wet and tight, he threaded a hand in your hair, pulling you back against him as his speed quickened.

“Fuck- feels so good sweetheart.” Eddie panted, “such a good whore for me” he released your hair, hand coming to grip your throat.

“Letting me fuck you, wonder what daddy would say about his sweet little girl being pounded by a man half her age.”

“Eddieee, mm fuck so close!” you braced one of your hands on the counter, the other on his arm. He was even better than you had imagined, he was definitely above average, and had a nice amount of girth to him “so fucking full…” you rocked back onto him. This action is met with a harsh slap to your ass.

“Nuh-uh sweetheart, I'm in control” you whined, needing more than what he was giving you, he released your neck. pushing you against the counter in front of you, Eddie setting a punishing pace. His hand snaking to your front. His thumb rubbed circles against your clit, being built up for the third time that night. Your orgasm came suddenly and hard, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Eddie continued thrusting into you, fingers creating indents in your hips as he chased his orgasm. Your whines and pleas of him to slow down, that it was too much only spurred him on more.

“Fuck- gonna cum!” he grunted “Sir! Shit, come inside me, please!” Eddies thrusts became sloppy as white cum covered your walls.

“Fuuuuck sweetheart, so good for me.” as the two of you caught your breath, you couldn't help but giggle.

“What's so funny?” Eddie asked, kissing down the side of your neck.

“Noth'...just if all it took was you finding my cigarettes to fuck me, I would've planted them somewhere obvious ages ago!”

You whined as Eddie slowly pulled out of your aching cunt, a small string attaching you two before breaking.

“Sweetheart, I've wanted to fuck you since you turned eighteen. to see that little good girl act fall for ages now…and find the slut hiding under it,” he whispered the last part in your ear.

“Better stop talking to me like that unless you want a round two, sir” your smirk was quickly wiped off your face as Eddie picked you up.

“Say no more, doll!” He was already getting hard again.

—-

This was so fucking rushed omg, I'm sorry if it turned out bad!! But pt2 anyone?

[gaypirate420]

Doctor// Viktor.

Viktor x male!reader.

Viktor isn't ill in this and this is long long long bc I was too into it.

Viktor goes to you after years of being apart.

Tw: self harm, PTSD, panic attack, scratches, blood.

Viktor had thought multiple times about how to...live longer, if you will, how to revert sickness, how to be a better version of himself, that scared him, because it reminded him of you.

The last time he saw you, you were talking something about making better humans, completely madness, he never truly understood.

He didn't recognize you in the moment, and he was completely broken when you got kicked out of the academy because you were experimenting with yourself.

"It was just a thought, Vik, a 'what if', it's not like I'm going to do it" You were standing on the door frame of his dorm.

"It's a horrible thought to have! and don't lie to me, look what you did to your arm!" He uncovers your right arm, revealing multiple cuts and some simbols carved into your skin, you groaned and left the room.

He wanted to see you, he needs to see you.

So he goes to the undercity, he feels oddly in home but also like a stranger in the place, he knows where is your consulting room, he made research after you left.

He finds the location and knocked.

"Greetings" A man opens the door, he was dress in black like a doctor of the plague but with the characteristic stile of the undercity.

"Do you have an appointment?" The doctor said, Viktor would recognize that accent anywhere.

It was you.

"No" He said.

"Too bad" You were going to close the door but Viktor stop it with his cane.

"Wait, ___" He said, you looked at him confused.

"Yes?"

"You don't... recognize me?—"

"I do not"

"It's Viktor, w-we use to be bo-"

"That name does not light up any memories on my thinking box" You weren't going to cooperate on the door, he sighs.

"I want to make an appointment" He said.

"Incredible!, I have not owned a patient in quite a time" You open the door and let him in, he inspected your place, it was very clean and modern, you grabbed an agenda.

"Oh I look at that, I have time for...well right now"

"That would be excellent" Viktor was nervous, so very nervous, you were a great man back in the day but your odd aparience make him wonder if you did make your twisted thoughts a reality.

You have always been an oddity, people always theorized that you weren't sane at all, and it only grow stronger after you got kicked out.

"Follow me" You ordered, he walks behind you, you opened a courtain and there's a hospital bed behind it.

"Sit down" You said and he does and left his cane on his side.

"Have you feel sick lately?" You asked.

"No" Viktor answered, you nodded and started to take his physical exam.

"____" Viktor called.

"Yes?" You meet eyes with him.

"I- People say that you had an- interesting point of view- about- making—"

"Better organic bodies, yes, yes, yes" Viktor let you do whatever you wanted for his physical exam.

"Can you tell me about that?" He asked, probably after many years, he could understand your mindset.

He wondered if you still thought like that.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, It was many years ago, I just thought that the human life could be upgraded, I talked about it with- um- um- I cannot recall his name, but he thought I was crazy, I made my body my own subject but they expulsed me out of the academy, it was a good decision, I couldn't finish my investigation, but that's fiiiiine it could have ended horribly"

Viktor was a little bit more confused than before, but at least he got some answers.

"Why you don't remember some things?" He was very interested in your movements, you did everything very theatrical, like you were doing the most amazing thing.

"An explosion damaged my thinking box, he said is reversible but doesn't know how to fix it".

"He? Who?"

"Me, I'm a doctor and I'm a he" Viktor could tell you smiled at him by the way your eyes moved, he chuckled softly.

Viktor had two theories at this point , the first one is that the explosion didn't only affected your memory but also you as a person, the way you communicate and move.

The second one, the most likely to be true, is that you are playing a facade a persona so the undercity doesn't affect you, this is very common on the people of Zaun.

"Why do you wear a mask?" He asked.

"Sanitary reasons—"

"And I have committed some crimes!" you said cheerfully, you accommodated your mask.

"Oh- okay" He said, you smiled, he was cute.

"I didn't find anything bad in your health, Viktor, except the things you already know, but I would recommend you to sleep more and drink more water" Your tone was more professional this time.

"____" He called again.

"Yes?"

"I- you know me" Viktor insisted, you shruged.

"You told me your name thirty and six minutes ago—"

"No- you used to- date me" He said, you froze.

How is he supposed to approach someone who doesn't remember their life? Is this going to affect you?

"Uhum"

"When you were studying on the academy—"

"Uhum"

"You do not believe me—"

"No at all" You said, Viktor understands, many people can take advantage of someone in your state.

"I will come back tomorrow" He said and stood up, he looks at you, Viktor gets a little lost in your eyes.

"I will help you, with your- um- thinking box" He said.

"It's a date then! Uh how romantic we are going to analyze me!" You joked, Viktor chuckled.

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The next day he came back as he promised, you were outside of your consulting room, you didn't wear your doctor clothing but you did wear a mask that covered your nose and mouth, you looked like yourself, always in black and elegant.

"Greetings" You looked at him.

Oh those eyes, he missed the color of your eyes.

"I have to inform you, Viktor, that since your last visit I had a....peculiar dream" You began to walk, he followed you, he was holding a folder.

"Was it a bad dream?" Viktor asked.

"Bad for me, good in the eyes of everyone else"

Viktor rolled his eyes, you always had a bad habit of doing little riddles and such, just for your personal entertainment, or to keep your emotions hidden.

He is not going to bother on asking you about your dream, he knows that you won't tell him.

"Where are we going?" His voice is pleasant to hear.

"For food, organic bodies required it for living" Viktor nod, you always had a peculiar way of talking.

"Viktor, what's inside of your folder?" You asked him.

"Oh some papers from an investigation I'm doing, and a photo" He said, you nodded.

You stoped at a very dark place, you knocked and suddenly the lights goes on, and the door is open, a woman with reveling clothes peeked outside.

"Doctor!, we were waiting for you, same table as always" She said, you looked at Viktor and grabbed his hand.

You guided him across the restaurant, got upstairs and passed through all the hall, until you stoped.

"Here" You opened the courtain and got inside, Viktor sat down Infront of you and place his cane at the end of the couch and the folder at his side.

Viktor was trying not to make to much eye contact with you, you never liked when people stared at you, he was reading the menu when he saw your mask being placed on the table, he lifted his head.

"Now I can breath" You took a deep breath and throw your body on the couch.

You looked so handsome, his memory didn't make you justice, he smiles softly, all this years just made you look better, you didn't looked as...maniac as years before, you looked relaxed and in peace with yourself.

Viktor analyzed your body next, a beautiful body, he could see your chest filling with air, he felt his cheeks warm.

"Did you suddenly catch a fever?" You said, Viktor looks at you and you have a smirk on your face.

"Um, no, no I'm fine" He said nervously.

"If you say so, Viktor" You said with name with a flirty tone, Viktor was on fire, you always been quite the flirt.

The waitress entered the little room and placed a wine bottle and two cups on the table, she takes away the menus and takes the orders.

Viktor looks at you, you wink at him, he smiles softly and his cheeks look red, you rolled up your sleeves, while you pour the wine Viktor finally recognize the simbols you crave on yourself.

They are the same runes he uses for his hextech.

"Um, I bring a photo of us, maybe that will make you remember" He is trying his best on not to make you feel overwhelmed.

"Oh really, that's sweet" You said with a little smile.

He opens his folder and took the photo out.

"It is me and you, on the academy" You look at the photo, Viktor is fixated on your expressions, but nothing, you grabbed the photo and gave it a better look.

"Can I keep this, Viktor?" You asked.

"Yes, of course"

The dinner came and it was silent while you eat with him, there were many thoughts on your head.

Too many.

"Do you think it could work?" Viktor asked, what was he talking about? Something about his hextech thingy.

"Wh- yes, I mean, you just need to use a better material, a more thick metal for the inside and check out the motor, I never liked that kind, do that so you don't...explode" You keep eating and discreetly analysing Viktor.

He was cute, his eyes were a cute color, his hands were delicate, his hair was messy but what more can you ask from an inventor?.

But the thing that keeps flooding your mind is that you are supposed to know him.

Viktor concluded that his second theory was the truth, the way that you talk with him on the restaurant was way different from yesterday.

You finished your dinner and walked with him, Viktor noticed that you weren't feeling alright, you didn't seem focused, not like hours ago that you looked hyper focused on him.

"Since when you are a doctor?" Viktor was very curious, you were a really passionate inventor so what did make you change your carrer?.

"Mmm? not so long ago, I was working as an inventor since I left the academy then I, um, exploded, um, I was a danger for the people, so I decided to became a doctor, this place needs one"

Viktor felt bad, he blames himself a little, he would make things different now, but he was young and naive, he feels like he was too hard.

You walked him to the bridge that united Zaun and Piltlover, you took your mask off and breath the fresher air.

"Are you coming tomorrow, Viktor?" You asked with a little hope.

"No, I'm sorry, I need to finish something" He needs time, to digest the fact that maybe you would never remember him.

"Okay, ciao" You waved at him and got back to the undercity, he sighs and walks towards the bridge.

"Where have you been?" Jayce appeared at the end of the bridge, he looked mad.

"I was helping a friend" Viktor answers with a soft tone.

"Left a note before, I was worry sick" He said, Viktor promised him that he would.

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You looked at the photo Viktor give you three days ago, you tried to remember at least that day the photo was taken, but you couldn't, you were getting frustrated.

You opened the water from your bath, maybe that will make you relax a little.

You took off your clothes and hoped in.

You sighed and closed your eyes, getting deeper into the water, the lights from the shop Infront of your home make your bathroom red.

"My daughter trusted you!" Ash. Ash. Ash. Red lights. Screams.

"I- It was an accident, miss-" Blood on your head, pain in your ribs, cant see.

"You have a twisted mind, on all my years of teaching, nobody try to do something as unnatural and grotesque"

"You betrayed our rules"

Blood. Blood. Blood.

"You killed my baby!"

"Murderer!"

"If we see you, your head will roll"

Breath. Breath. Breath.

You gasped and opened your eyes, you splash water on your face and got out of the tub.

You tried to dress yourself but you were shaking, you ended up just in boxers and a undershirt.

You got into your bed, and tried to relax yourself, it didn't work.

"Imsorry" You whisper to the wind.

You cried until you fell sleep.

"My dear" A voice makes your head lift from your papers.

"Yes?" You asked.

"What are you doing?" He tried to read your notes but you covered them quickly.

"I can't—"

"It is true then—"

You stay silent, his soft hand cupped your cheek, you close your eyes and melt into his touch.

"Can I see your arm?" That made you jump.

"Why, Viktor?" He kneeled Infront of you.

"The thing that you are doing, it is wrong, my love, you are damaging you—" His voice is soft but you're angry and he knows it.

"You don't understand!"

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Viktor was anxious, he hasn't see you in a week and you didn't look alright the day of the dinner.

He grabs his cane and opened the door of lab.

"Where are you going?" Jayce asked him.

"I'm going to visit my friend, he needs something" Viktor said, Jayce nodded slightly.

He was going quite fast, something in him tells him that you are in danger.

He finally comes to your consulting room, he knocked and knocked but got no response.

"How silly" He noticed the stairs at the side, the second floor was your home, he climb the stairs and freeze, the door was a little bit open, he entered in a rush.

He walked carefully, the lights were off, he made his way to your room, he heard like something fell inside he took a deep breath and opened the door.

You were on the floor, drunk, the books, papers, and other things were absolutely destroyed.

"Viktor?" You said.

"Yes, what happened?"

"Rec- Recovering memories fucks you up" You drink from the wine bottle, Viktor looks at you, did he heard you correctly?.

He turn on the lights, and sees you better, your hair was a mess, your face was scratched, your left arm was bloody.

"Where is the first aid kit?" He asked.

"Throw it out the window" You drink the rest of the bottle, Viktor sighed.

"I am going downstairs, please do not move from here" He said.

"Your the boss, hoss"

You heard his cane on the distance.

"There are another set of stairs here! You don't have the key, how are you going to enter from the front door" You shouted, he came back.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!?"

"Too many memories make you forget- huh" You chuckled then suddenly grabbed another bottle and started drinking, Viktor gets closer and snatch it from your hands.

"That's mean, Vik—"

"I'm sorry, but you are poisoning yourself" He find the other set of stairs, they were below a rug, he goes down and you peeked inside.

"Did shouuuu find it?" He came back and offer you his arm, you grab it and tried to stand up.

"Viktor?"

"What is it?" He placed you on your bed, and started curing your arm.

"Are you mad at me?" You didn't hiss neither reacted at him curing you.

"Not at all" He patched up your arm.

"I- I am not feeling ok" You sobbed.

"I know, my dear" His voice softens and his hands go to your face, one on your chin and the other with a cotton cleaning your wounds.

"I'm sorry" He said, his eyes watery.

"It's okay, comprehensive even, I would react the same, you were trying to help me and I was far too gone, I'm sorry too" You sob, Viktor noticed that you were a little shaky, and your breathing was out of control.

"I'm- very overwhelmed, Vikky" You said

"I can imagine that, my love" He grabs your hand.

"Can- can I tell you how I feel?"

"Of course" He sits on the bed, you place your head on his lap and meet eyes with him.

"I haven't slept on two days, if I do, the memories came back, and it's too much, I wake up and I don't even know my name for hours, it's too much, too much" You sobbed, Viktor cupped your cheek, you closed your eyes.

"I'm exhausted" You said.

"I know, you need to sleep, I'll be here with you" His voice is soothing, soft and calm, he stroke your hair with his other hand.

Viktor knows that the following days will be a mess, but he is more than willing to help you.

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A/N: Ayooooo, this took some time, part 2 will be posted soon!, Hope you liked it.

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

I am begging to know what it was like when the glamrocks found the twins during their punishment and how it went immediately after being released from their rooms.

Would the brothers (mostly sun bc moon is super fucked up from the electricity) rush to each other and cling? Or would they not bc they triggered each other so badly like you said?

It would be like witnessing a train wreak; awful and gruesome but completely out of their power to stop or fix.

They found Moon first, his screaming was hard to ignore. It took a bit to get into the room, and Monty decided to go in alone because yeah no he's not letting Freddy and a kid deal with whatever situation is going on in there. Turns out it was the best option anyways, because neither would know how to cut him down or have the ability to. Monty can cut through metal so thankfully he could break the chain easily. The moment he cut it Moon just collapsed to the floor and didn't get up, and it scared the shit out of him. He thought he came too late and that he was dead. But in reality Moon was just so physically exhausted that he couldn't be bothered to even look up to see who cut him loose, much less move. Though he did flinch when he felt Monty touch his head, so clearly he knew he was there. Somehow it felt worse that he didn't put up a fight and just layed there while Monty manhandled him. He removed the restraints pretty easily... and promptly broke them. On purpose. Because those things have done literally nothing but cause a whole lot of pain.

Moon kept cowering away from him though, and he’s not good with emotions so he had to deal with somehow coaxing him into letting himself be picked up. There wasn’t any way he would be able to stand on his own. Eventually he came up with the plan to try and calm him down with the music box, though to get it he had to open Moons storage compartment to grab it. Doing that made Moon whimper but he could barely move so he just vibrated in distress at the thought of losing his music box until Monty quickly clarified that he wasn’t taking it. When he handed it to Moon and wound it up, Moon calmed down rather quickly and finally let the gator pick him up. He wasn’t okay by any means; He was still barely conscious, hadn’t said a word and was reluctant to open his eyes as it hurt too much to do that even if parts and services (outside of the room he was stored in) is mostly dark. 

Sun was an opposite issue. He was sitting in the corner of the dark room shaking when they opened the door, and he would not. stop. moving. Freddy had to physically grab him by the shoulders to get him to stop scrambling around the room in a panic. He seemed to panic even more when he couldn’t hear his brother anymore, as he wasn’t aware that Monty had gone to get him and was worried that he was dead which sent him into a panic. Gregory offered Sun his flashlight just to get him to calm the fuck down, as the fact that the entirety of parts and services is pitch black did not help soothe his panicked mind when he has such a massive phobia. Luckily the light did help, though he was shaking badly and nearly dropped it multiple times. It didn’t stop him from pacing around the room rambling fearfully while Freddy tried to speak over him. 

After several minutes of chasing him around the room, trying to keep him still and reassuring him he managed to get it through his head that Moon wasn’t dead, he wasn’t dead, everything was alright. Though he was still really anxious and wanted to see Moon again, just to be sure he was alright. Which is understandable, the screams didn’t sound GOOD. Thankfully when Monty did go in and managed to cut him down and the screaming stopped, the whole feedback loop was finally broken so they weren’t accidentally hurting each other anymore. 

Though Sun was even more upset when he got to actually see Moon. It sucked to see him so injured, and it also scared the shit out of him because Moon is always the one who is more confident and self assured in his ability to defend himself, so seeing him that injured felt horrible. Especially since he didn’t know how to remedy the pain he went through. Moon felt similarly useless about not being able to ease his brothers clear distress, and sadly there was nothing Freddy or Monty could do to make them feel less useless. They just.. couldn’t do their jobs at the moment, but they were reassured that they don’t need to be able to handle every aspect of each others lives. Nobody can do that alone.

Eventually Sun questioned why they came after to help them, when they had been planning to kill the child for the majority of the night. The answer was basically because they didn’t. They managed to keep Gregory safe even if it was dangerous to themselves, they changed their minds and the two were being honest when they said that they didn’t hate them. They never hated them, they just made some mistakes leaving the two alone in the daycare without realizing the impact it would have on them. They were also nice enough not to bring up the fact that they pointed out that they were being used by Vanny when they showed signs of being distressed and confused about why she would do something like that. But it did solidify that they weren’t as alone as they thought.

[og-danny-dorito]

[ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 ]

v v hard to explain this concept but basically it's what pieces of them they leave behind with you that would make it known that they live with you/come to your house often. the only people not included is the blonde dude bc i didnt really think his character was around long enough to mention and all for one because hes stinky. enjoy!!

𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢:

- black hair dye stains on your bathroom sink

- the lingering scent of weed and cigarettes in your bedroom

- stolen hoodies on your couch for convenience

- takeout boxes with his name on them that you've most definitely eaten from

- an extra pair of shoes that he could wear for taking a smoke outside since he almost ruined yours last time

- a half finished beer bottle on the kitchen counter that he'll take a sip from and then promptly pour down the sink next time he comes over

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢:

- his nintendo switch that he keeps "forgetting" to take back to his place (its just an excuse to come back over even though he doesn't need one)

- anti-dandruff shampoo and conditioner on his ledge of the shower

- the scrunchies/bracelets he gave back on the coffee table so he could steal other ones of different colors

- fast food wrappers near the foot of your couch

- scented lotion you told him you liked on him for his skin

- a card for kurogiri's bar so you could come get him if you needed help and couldn't contact him

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞:

- dirty undershirts and sweatpants in your clothes hamper

- the smell of cigarettes and musk on your couch, bed, and blankets

- a razor and some shaving cream on your bathroom sink's ledge for when he needs to shave at your place

- the cologne you bought him on your dresser that he wears when ya'll go out

- a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand for "emergencies"

- some mugs he put in the freezer so ya'll could have something cold to drink the beers he brought out of

- a few extra towels he brought when ya'll first started sort of living together cause he thought it would annoy you if he used up your clean towels

- not really in your house but i thought i should mention it: theres a few photobooth pictures of y'all in his wallet

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞:

- a few dresses/nice blouses in your closet that she put there in case of surprise dates

- a few things of expensive lip balm that she thought you would like

- a written note that says "don't forget to eat today <3" on a container of food she packed for your lunch

- a list of movies on a piece of paper on the counter that the two of you could watch next time you meet up

- some rubber bands under the couch that she lost because she keeps having to tie her hair up

- old mascara in a drawer in the kitchen that she can't use anymore but you never threw away

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚:

- stickers. EVERYWHERE. mostly lisa frank and cute ones she got off etzy

- sticky notes on your bedroom wall and fridge with encouraging notes on them so you'll be motivated to get through the day

- scrunchies that she gives you to wear with each outfit so you're never under-accessorized

- smiley faces with little fangs all over your notebook pages along with little doodles of y'all holding hands

- a framed polaroid of y'all's first date

- a cook book with stars next to the recipes she wants to try out with you next

- some cat-themed utensils that she thought were cute

- "how to raise a child" books since she's trying to convince you to adopt a cat with her

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫:

- his laptop and headphone set

- some extra blankets on the couch because he likes to be warm at all times (he is technically reptillian so it makes sense)

- a small dent in the bed since he literally doesn't move from there if he doesn't have to

- a few scratch marks on the floor in the kitchen where he fell and accidentally scuffed the ground with his talons

- the armor plates for his gear that he was fixing at your place because you had the very specific tool he needed

- an extra pair of keys to his place on the key rack

- a five dollar bill with a frowny face sticky note because he lost a bet

- so many hoodies. so many. its a problem.

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢:

- a dress shirt in your closet that he left that you've designated as your personal nightshirt for when you miss him

- his "special pillow" he brought from home since yours were hurting his neck

- a bottle of expensive wine above the sink for special occasions

- a few potted plants that he got you in your living room to "spruce up the space"

- some books on your nightstand that he likes to read you to bed to

- a printed list of places to go eat out at (he's old don't @ him)

- expensive matching pajama sets that ya'll rarely ever wear

- a list of people to call on the fridge if anything were to happen to you and he wasn't there

𝐌𝐫. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬:

- a vase of red and orange roses on your kitchen table that he bought you last time he visited

- a bunch of really expensive jewelry he bought (NOT stole this ain't dabi) in your dresser

- some fairy lights the two of you set up in your little backyard dining area since he said it didn't feel romantic enough

- a magic book he bought for you on a shelf in your room after you kept asking him how his tricks worked

- a handwritten note from him saying "you look stunning, darling <3" on your mirror in his fancy ass handwriting

- a pair of red gloves sitting on the kitchen table that he forgot on his way out this morning

[ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) ]

[expirisims]

Oh my dear GAAWD!! I just want my game to function how it did before all these updates!!! 😫 I played for years on a non gaming computer that was decent, but only had 6 gb ram and had relatively few problems. My current computer has been mostly a dream for gaming until the last few weeks! First I had constant error 16 bc of the Windows update...got that mostly solved, then I couldn't get my CAW to run EIG... fixed that! Lost several pieces of cc that were enabled and in packages, but refusing to show in game. Completely redid my mods folder and that's fixed, but now suddenly today every single sim is a floating head when naked!! I don't have decensor or anything and if it's not game breaking it's not a big deal, but that's the point! I don't know if this indicates a larger problem or not! Every time a sim takes a shower there's a big black box and floating head and it's happening on literally every single sim! Regardless of skin or cc hair or clothes! 😩 Do I really have to go through ALL my cc AGAIN!!?? I literally just finished doing that two days ago and it took me several days of working on it when I could!

[lomholland]

the sweater | h.holland

hi! there aren’t enough harry fics so i took matters into my own hands and wrote this bc i’m a simp for him! also, sorry this is sad :/

warnings: none

people associate things with their memories, but harry’s pink sweater was more than just a memory to you. it was the first time that he had said "i love you,” your first kiss, and the first time that you had let your guard down around him. that sweater took a whole lot of your firsts, and it wasn't going to stop there.

you still had yet to say the three simple words that meant so much to so many people, to harry. you needed to know that those words were used towards a forever relationship, and not a for-the-mean-time relationship. you needed to know that you weren't just using it towards something the two of you were throwing away.

harry and you were walking home from getting dinner. it was about 7 pm, and the sun was in the midst of setting. you were wearing his sweater, the sweater, and leggings with an old pair of all black converse, while harry was wearing blue skinny jeans and his black sweater that he’d gotten from cherry. that was also one of your favourite sweaters of his to steal, and let's be real here, he loved seeing you in his clothes.

he had your hand in his, and with your fingers intertwined, he knew that the two of you were going to be forever. at least, he had wanted you to be his forever. he would wait forever for you, for you to be with him, for you to tell him that you love him. he would do anything for you, and the both of you knew that that feeling was mutual.

"did you know, that most people have met the person that they end up marrying now? like at our age?" he asked you. you smiled up at him. he was so fascinated by things like this- he was so fascinated about forever.

“do you think we’re gonna be together forever?” you asked him. you looked down at the ground as you two continued walking, scared to see what his face looked like as he processed the question.

“i know we’re gonna be together forever.”

and for the first time you knew without a doubt that harry holland was going to be yours forever.

•••

the two of you were sat down on the couch next to each other, closer together than the rest of the boys. you were all having a little movie night, now you see me 2 playing on the screen. you were wearing sweatpants and his pink sweater, but harry made you feel gorgeous in it. everyone was paying attention to the movie, and to be honest, you and harry couldn't care less about it.

he had his arm wrapped around you, your head on his chest, and a blanket draped over the both of you. 

everyone loved that the two of you were together, and everyone saw it coming. the two of you seemed as if you were made for each other, as if you were soulmates. you brought out the best in each other, everyone seemed to think. everything that you two did was perfect in others eyes, and in yours, it was more than perfect. he was everything you could've asked for and more.

as the two of you sat on the couch that night, the movie playing while he held on to you, you knew in that moment that you were madly in love with him.

•••

a war had started in your basement. the two of you were screaming back and forth, over who knows what. it was impossible for you two to stop, and even though that was all the both of you wanted, you both wanted to be right.

to be honest, neither of you knew how it started or what started it, but it escalated to you both yelling at each other very quickly.

"i. love. you," he yelled out. was this a ceasefire or was this him surrendering? you froze as he said that. the world all of a sudden stopped, and it was all because of those three words.

"well, are you going to say anything or should i leave now?" he asked. you just stared at him in awe. how could he still love you after you said all of those nasty remarks? how could he not be mad at you? how could he say that so confidently?

harry saw you just staring at him, and he walked towards you, crossing no man’s land until he was standing right in front of you, your bodies just barely touching.

taking your hands in his, he said, "i love the way your face lights up whenever anything exciting happens; i love how when we walk home after walking tessa together you play music, skip ahead at times, and pretend like you're in a music video; i love the way your hair frames your face; and i love how passionate you are. i love everything about you and more."

you just looked up at him, your eyes fixed on him in awe.

"i love you too, harry."

those four words were all that harry ever needed.

•••

two years after your first fight marked the end of you two. you gave each other everything over those two years and four months, but that didn't seem to matter at this point, now did it?

people change, and things happen. don't blame this on yourself, you told yourself, but it wasn’t convincing enough. you sat in your room listening to the songs he would sing to you, just lying on your bed wearing that pink sweater and holding onto the bear that harry had won you on a date at the amusement park.

how did you end up here? wasn’t he supposed to be your soulmate? you two were in love, weren't you? how did you both just fall apart? how could you both just fall apart?

hey, i was wondering when it would be okay for us to exchange our stuff.

harry had texted you, and you were just trying to forget about all of the sadness right now; but how could it be that easy? you loved him, and you weren't ready to let him go, but you had to remind yourself that things don't work out all the time.

i guess you can come by mine in a few hours. just let me know when i guess?

you had no idea what to say. this was harder than you thought, you really didn't wanna give back his sweater. that was all you had left of him, and in a few hours it was all going to be gone.

sounds good, see you around five?

if harry were to come to your house at five, that would give you about four hours to compose yourself and got everything ready; you could do this, right?

four hours pass, and you're opening your front door. a cardboard box is in harry’s arms, and one's in yours as well.

"uh- hi." you said, uncertain of whether or not your voice was going to be able to function. he just stood there looking at the ground before he made eye contact with you.

"hey." just one word. that was all he said. nothing more, nothing less. at least he acknowledged your presence, right?

there was nothing you wanted to do more than cry, ask what you did wrong, ask what you could do for the two of you to get back together. you wanted to give him one last kiss, one last hug before you two parted ways. you just wanted to hear him say "i love you," one last time.

the two of you exchanged the boxes, and then he was walking away from your house. one final goodbye with him and the sweater, and one final look at the person who was supposed to be with you forever.

[mochuelovelli]

Fix-It AU for the Moonvasion Arc!

I would like to preface this by saying that this is gonna seem real fanfic-y and for that I am sorry. I want to bullet point some ways to change some aspects of S2 from Whatever Happened to Donald Duck?! onwards.

Whatever Happened to Donald Duck?!:

The segment that shows the McDuck/Duck family tree has Donald Crossed out not because he is captured but Lunaris PLANNED to kill him before going to Earth once he would basically tortured him for information

Donald is tripped by Lunaris which makes him land on Penumbra, allowing him to sneak the device under his hat as it falls off without Lunaris noticing. After Lunaris explains his plan he throws Donald and the scene transpires as normal, save for Don attaching the clamp to Lunaris and finding the remote. 

Lunaris still ends up getting the upper hand and punching Don away but he reveals the remote and presses it. Only for it to, of course, get broken on impact and the rest of the scene transpires normally.

[Here is the biggest change]The rocket DOES end up exploding. It makes it to Earth's atmosphere but of course the bullet hits one of Scrooge's satellite and rickashays back to the moon again. Upon realizing he is going to crash, Donald jumps out but just in time as the blast from the pod knocks him semi-conscious.

Last shot is him falling toward a crater and shows Donald gaining conscious only for him to see he is falling into the moonmite's mouth but doesn't reach beyond making a groan and the scene cuts to black with the jaw snapping sound (alternatively it can just cut to black as he falls)

The Jones Scene ends with Scrooge saying the same line about not paying Donald bills. Only he also adds once closing the door, "Fallacious tightwad, I ain't payin' for some leeching city counselor. I'll find that lad a proper therapist when he gets back. One that doesn't have an arachnoid infestation." *cue spider coming to crawl on Scrooge's face before he chucks it off*

Webby's line is cut down to "Well I guess there really wasn't some big mystery to solve." But the kids' lines stay the same frome there on.

Scrooge gets only Donald screaming "Uncle Scrooge!" before the audio cuts to audio to one of Mrs. Crackshell-Cabera's novelas due to the satellite being damaged(does that make sense? No but neither do moonpeople). You could probably make a suggestive joke here about cruises and Scrooge's line can stay the same. The camera pans up as the line is delivered still but it is just a shot where the moon is in focus. That or it's the satellite falling instead.

Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake! until Moonvasion:

(know it would be a pain in the ass, but I think it be cool to edit the intro to remove/replace Donald during the time he isn't shown in an ep. Though I guess they don't change the intro until season 3 so yeah. Mainly wanted to give the illusion that he is "missing" to scare anyone under 8 that "oh no maybe he is GONE gone just to be a prick

The Golden Armory of Cornelius Coot!

Trim down the Bigtime C plot like a LOT. Maybe end that original scene with Ma Beagle by having Bigtime lean on something (statue, standing on some "moss") and fall down to the caves. 

The cart scene with Bigtime still happens but that cut back from Launchpad and Della doesn't happen until after Della yells at Launchpad when she is flying. (So not the scene where Louie is kicking rocks)

Maybe cut the scenes where Bigtime is bragging about "finding a name for himself" and just have one scene where he ties up the boys and saves his family but they argue and waste time til Della and Webby come back. The end where Ma says BT is welcome back is cut as well, she just says it and then complains about the popcorn

After the scene with LP, Della and Webby, the camera pans up to the sky so a transition to the moon happens. Transition zooms out to reveal Penumbra looking at the Earth with her spear, before she turns upon hearing the moonmite screech and readys herself.

The moonmite is then shown crawling up from a hole at first by itself before Donald's torse is revealed, his hair is a bit longer and feathers are ruffled. Penumbra stands down and looks a bit more open before asking "Did anyone see you?" 

Donald just says no before hopping off, of course falling along with the equipment he brought. The shot is focused on Penumbra looking towards Donald's silhouette as he gets up.

She then asks "How's the leg?" To which the camera cuts back to Donald and we see him in full view, his model is similar to when he is on the island only way less beard and his hair isn't quite as long yet. But the most notably difference is that his right leg from the knee down is now a golden prosthesis. Don responds with "Fine, thanks for making it for me."

Penumbra turns back as Donald is shown to clumsily put the equipment on a nearby table and says "I couldn't have forgiven myself if I let Della's brother die." Donald nearly falls over again before she turns to face him and asks if he is ready to which he nods before they turn and the camera reveals the broken Spear of Selene. Penumbra's voice is heard then saying "Then Let's get you home." Before the ep ends.

The Richest Duck in the World!:

Everything is the same except when Penumbra calls, She says "This is LT. Penumbra calling for her friend Della Duck!-" [Della's Line] "All of your defense satellite just went down for some reason. Della-" Familiar quacking can be heard and Della even questions it before Donald's voice comes on. "Della!" "Donald!" Della parrots as she grabs the SATCOM box. "There's going to be an invasion! He's coming for the kids!" Episode ends the same from here.

[I'll make a second post l8r since I planned this to come out before 10 and it's already almost 1130 so yeah. Literally all these changes are basically to set up a bit of a stronger connection between Della and Donald (as well as giving Donald more screen time) by having the twins mirror each other a bit more. I personally headcanon that like Donald, Della is unlucky as well but in a different way. Where Donald has bad luck everyday of his life which mostly comes in the form of physical harm (secondly it would be emotional harm), Della's bad luck comes in the form where she is just as "lucky" as the rest of her family (maybe discounting Louie) but while she enjoyed 20ish years of adventuring relatively unscathed, she then crashes on the moon after a freak storm happens and is stuck there for over a decade. To me, her struggles on the moon in Whatever Happened to Della Duck?! And The Golden Spear! really showcases her bad luck, almost as if the universe decided to throw the biggest karma bomb at her all at once. But just like her brother she is fuelled with determination and love for her family in order to survive anything, she just has to do it all by herself (another thing which is worse for her bc she doesn't have them) at that point. And it isn't a one and done thing, it's something permit as she now is literally 11 years behind on parenting and the show continues to show her stuggle with that. By having Donald lose his leg and have a journey back to his family that's quicker than Della's (along with having company from nearly the beginning) it parallels that unluckiness the Duck twins have. It also can serve as a plot for future eps (well fake eps lmao). 

Ik that this au wouldn't have been possible as Disney would be really anal about having one of their mascots have a total design change. Unless they really wanted to milk having characters with prosthetics for park days or whatever, maybe it wouldn't be THAT big of a deal aside from some fluff articles. I realize though, it might overshadow Della's trauma so ideally I would hope to figure out or map out an ep where it would be addressed along with some other family issues.]