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uluvjay · 2 years ago

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Luke Hughes smut prompt list 8 and 12

8. “I can’t sleep without you here”

12. “You can get louder can’t you”

Luke Hughes x Fem reader!

Warnings?; smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering( F receiving), hand job( M receiving), dirty talk, pet names, cursing.

I hope you enjoyed anon! I apologize for any errors💕

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Usually this time of year you’d be at the lake house with Luke but you family decided to take a week long vacation in the middle of lake house season. You were extremely grateful to be able to go on a vacation but it was just you and your parents and you were missing your boyfriend.

And from what you could tell he was missing you as well, he texted and called you whenever he could and it was to the point his brothers were texting you to come back so they didn’t have to hear him complain anymore.

So here you were sat on FaceTime with him as your parents were out on a date and had told you not to wait up because they were going to go to get drinks after dinner.

“Luke you need to go to bed, it’s almost 11 there” you told him

“I don’t care I’m frustrated and I can’t sleep without you here” he mumbled

“Why are you frustrated baby? Did something happen” you asked a little concerned, Luke never really got miserable but you could tell by his face and tone of voice that he was.

“No, nobody made me mad and nothing happened..it- it’s sexual frustration” he admitted.

“Ohh” you said with a slight smirk knowing some of that was from the Bikini pictures you had been sending him and the outfit pictures of you in pretty little sundresses which he also loved on you.

“Yeah ‘ohh’, I swear I’ve been hard since the day before you left when Jack caught us” he said annoyed but the memory made you laugh.

You and Luke hadn’t had much time alone and when you thought everyone had already left to go eat you both booked it to his room and were to busy rushing that you didn’t lock the door. However right as Luke was about to insert himself in you Jack busted in asking for something but caught you two in the act instead.

Thankfully he didn’t see any of you because all Luke had taken off was your shorts and panties not wanting to waste the time with your shirt.

“I’m sorry baby, if it makes you feel any better I haven’t been able to have much alone time to take care of myself either” you told him.

“Wait..Didn’t you say your parents are out?” He asked

“Yeah, why?”

“Wanna have phone sex?” He very bluntly asked

“Luke!”

“What? Wouldn’t be the first time”

“True..okay yeah let’s do it” you said laughing as you propped up your phone against your bed pillows and turned so Luke could see between your legs.

“Take your clothes off baby” he told you as you seen him lock his door and put an air pod in.

You did as told before getting back into position and began rubbling your clit.

“Did i say you could start touching yourself?” He asked and you immediately pulled your hand away.

“Sorry” you apologized.

“It’s alright baby I’ll let that one slide, we’re both needy” he told you before setting his phone in a position on his desk so you could see his hard cock perfectly making you moan at the sight.

“Miss my cock baby? Miss feeling it run along your folds, feel it fill you up, miss choking on it?” He was teasing you but you didn’t care because he was right, you hadn’t properly felt Luke’s cock in weeks, your few quickies so rushed and messy.

“Fuck Luke please, can I please touch myself?” You begged

“Yeah, go ahead baby. Rub your clit a little, imagine it’s my fingers” he told you, you could hear him groan at the sight of you playing with yourself.

“Feels so good Lukey” you moaned trying to keep your eyes open so you could watch him stroke his hard length.

“Put one of your fingers inside baby, remember start slow and then insert a second finger” he instructed

“Wish it was your hard cock Lukey, wish you were fucking me” you moaned out at him to help him through this as well.

“Shit Y/n” his breathing sped up a little and you could see his abs clenching, “you wish it was my pussy Luke? Wish you had my warm pussy hugging you, instead of your hand” you threw his questions right back at him.

“Fuck yes I do” he moaned watching you insert another finger.

“Fuck Luke!” You moaned throwing your head back as you pumped your fingers faster.

“I think I’m getting close” you told him

“Yeah? Can you feel your pussy clenching your fingers?” He asked watching you nod your head as moans were the only think coming out of your mouth.

He watched as your thighs began to shake yet your moans were to quite for his liking, “you can get louder can’t you?” He asked

“Ye-..yeah” you moaned

“Then let me hear you” and after that he listened as you let out one of the most beautiful moans he’s ever heard come out to your mouth.

“Luke! Im cumming” you told him as your worked yourself through it.

“Good girl baby” he praised as you came down from your high.

“Mhm, now let’s get you there” you told him as you remembered he still hadn’t came.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, spit in your hand Luke and I want you to think about me and how tight and warm my pussy is, how much you love to fuck it” you egged him on.

“Shit baby” he moaned as he threw his head back.

“Such a pretty cock baby but your balls are just as pretty and I want you to use your other hand to play with them a little” you instructed knowing how much he loved when you did it.

The moan he let out when his hands made contact with them was almost pornographic, you watched in awe as he took care of himself.

“So sexy Lukey, can’t wait to get home and let you fuck my throat” he let out a moan at the thought of having your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him.

“Shit Y/n I’m close” he told you, but you could already tell by the way his breathing was speeding up and his abs clenching.

“Come for me Luke, imagine your cumming deep inside me just how you like to”

You smiled as he came with a loud groan and cum shot all over his hand and pretty abs, enjoying his pathetic whimpers as he worked himself through his high.

“That was hot” you laughed after a minute of silence.

He began to laugh too as he stood up to find something to clean himself off with as you made your way into the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

“Thanks for helping me out Babe” he said

“Of course Luke, plus I needed it too” you shrugged before adding “but I was serious about getting my face fucked when I get back” you notified him.

“Yes ma’am” he laughed

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songforeddiemunson · 2 years ago

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Three of a Kind

"Hear me out. Inexperienced! Eddie (not a virgin but his experiences are sort of few and vanilla) and an impromptu perhaps tipsy threesome w reader (they're not together but he does think she's hot, maybe they'll end up together who knows) and another chick? Making his wildest dreams come true. Maybe at a party? A gathering of some sort. Just spit balling at this point. It sounds hot. And I want it (Joseph Quinn voice.)" --@etherealglimmer

Inspired by the above headcanon. I'm sorry this took me SO long to finish. I did take a few liberties with the idea (Eddie has had non-vanilla sex but nothing like THIS, and no real relationships). I hope you enjoy!!

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!Roomate

Summary: Eddie makes a weed delivery to his crush at her college party. He gets waaaaay more than payment in response.

Warnings: 18+ for foul language, threesome sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, strap-on sex, p in v sex, spitroast, a little rough, but kinda sweet. Fluffy filth.

Word Count: 4K

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THREE OF A KIND

I can't wait to rev you up

Faster than you can say Ferrari

Tearin' up the gravel, watch you unravel

Now it's a party, hey!

October 1986

Eddie normally wouldn’t make a weed run to a college party over twenty miles from home. Spending nearly an hour on the road on a Friday night was not exactly his idea of a good time, and the gas his van guzzled cut into his profits.

But he would make an exception for you.

You weren’t exactly friends, but you had gotten along. You were cool; not one of the popular brats but not a social pariah either. You drifted somewhere in between, just marching to the beat of your own drum. Eddie respected that. You ran into each other outside school on occasion, and would share a smoke or a joint and have a little chat about the latest music releases or the whatever horror flick you had just seen.

While nothing had ever gone beyond a mild flirtation, Eddie allowed himself to wonder if there were possibilities there. Would you ever want to spend some time with him? Should he ask you out on an actual date? How did people even do this? He had never really had a proper girlfriend before, and the idea would ultimately leave him feeling flustered and he would push the thoughts away.

While he was far from a virgin, his experiences were limited to occasional post-gig hookups with the chicks who hung around the hideout looking for a guitarist to nail. It was fun, and the mutual understanding of having no strings attached kept things from getting complicated, but, during those moments when he was feeling particularly lonely, he always found himself looking for that deeper connection that nobody took the time to afford him. And sometimes his thoughts would wander to you.

When you told him that you were going to go off to the community college a couple of towns over, he was surprised.

“I was thinking of going into mortuary sciences,” you said, as you checked your eyeliner with your compact.

“Seriously?” Eddie huffed a laugh.

“Nah,” you said, snapping the compact shut. “Just fucking with you. But I do kinda want to be a writer, maybe tour around and write for Rolling Stone or some shit. So I’m gonna take some English comp courses.”

Eddie grinned. “That sounds awesome, good for you.”

“What are you going to do with your life?” you asked him, arching one eyebrow.

Eddie shrugged. “Jeff and I talked about getting a shithole apartment in Indy or maybe Detroit. I’ve been learning mechanics in my free time. Fix some cars, play some tunes. Just get the hell out of Hawkins.”

“Right on,” you said, smiling amicably as Eddie struggled to mask the disappointment he felt at the prospect of your moving away.

So when you called him six months later looking for a weed hookup, Eddie was practically out the door before you could hang up the phone.

He chuckled to himself as he pulled up to the address he had hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper. Where the hell did you bring me?

It was certainly no sorority house, not that he would have pegged you as the type to join a sorority anyway. It was on the outskirts of town bordered by dense woods, and looked more like an old church than a proper house. This struck Eddie as hilariously fitting (if bordering on sacrilege) and he laughed out loud as he stepped out of the van and sauntered up the walkway.

He observed a few other cars parked about as he approached the house, and he could hear the music thumping as he raised his hand to knock on the door. He knocked three times before spotting the doorbell and giving it a quick buzz.

After a pause of about fifteen seconds, the door swung open, allowing the heady scents of weed and incense to spill out the door, along with the dark and rhythmic tones of Souxie and the Banshees’ Cities in Dust. It was an assault on Eddie’s senses, and the woman who answered the door was no exception.

She was tall, maybe more than 5’7”, with a too-orange to be natural pixie cut and plump, heavily glossed lips. She was a punk goddess in doc martens, fishnets and a plaid miniskirt, simultaneously a cliché and a delight, and for a moment Eddie forgot to speak, his tongue plastered uselessly to the roof of his mouth.

“Yeah?” she said, making no effort to hide her assessment of him as her eyes raked up and down the length of Eddie’s body before stopping at his face, her green eyes penetrating into his. One luscious lip curled up into the ghost of a smirk.

After his brain finally caught up to his mouth he blurted out your first name– a bit too loudly– and quickly followed up with, “uh sorry yeah, she’s expecting me.”

The goddess turned and shouted your name into the dwelling, which was dark and moody; light bulbs had been swapped out for colored ones, smoke hung heavy in the air, lending a hazy and otherworldly vibe to the interior.

You appeared quickly, and Eddie’s heart nearly fell out of his chest. Thoughts of the goddess who answered the door were obliterated when you stepped into view. College looked great on you. Not that you needed the help.

“How’s it going, Munson? Did you find the place alright?” you asked him. You noticed that he was out of breath. “Did you run here, or something?” you added with a laugh.

“Uh, no, I’m fine,” Eddie said, his expression breaking out into a grin. “It’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”

“You too, Eddie,” you said, and stepped away from the door to allow him room to enter. “Come on in. Welcome to my humble abode.”

“You actually live here?” Eddie asked as he followed you inside, weaving around people and through the living room, where he glimpsed more people– mostly women– lounging about and chatting. There were men present as well, but they seemed to be the minority.

Your laugh sounded like bells under the loud music. “Well not alone, but yeah, I live here with four other girls. We’re not a sorority or anything, not anything official, anyway. But split five-ways this place is actually affordable, and it creeps people out, so we’re left alone.”

“Was this a church?” Eddie asked as he looked around the place.

You nodded. “Once upon a time. I guess it was an old chapel but was deconsecrated after the pastor murdered someone. Drink?”

Eddie paused, laughing, holding his hands up. “Whoa whoa wait. You can’t just casually drop that you live in an old murder chapel and just expect me to move on from that.”

You shrugged. “That’s honestly all I know!” You giggled at his expression of incredulity. “Do you want a drink or not?”

Eddie sighed and dropped his hands in resignation. “Sure, I guess I’ll have a murder beer from the murder chapel.”

You laughed heartily as you opened the fridge and pulled out a can of PBR, popping the tab as you handed it over. Eddie took it from you, and downed a considerable amount before setting it aside on the counter and reaching into his leather jacket’s inner pocket. He pulled out a baggie of weed and handed it to you.

“Your green, milady.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” you said, pulling three neatly folded ten-dollar bills from your bra and handing them over. Eddie tried not to stare.

“Pleasure doing business,” he said as he stuffed the bills into the pocket of his jeans without ceremony. He picked the beer up again, unsure of what to do next and feeling slightly awkward. “Sorry your regular hookup went out of town,” he said before taking another pull of beer.

“Oh that?” you replied. “Nah, they’re around. I just needed an excuse to get you over here.”

Eddie sputtered his sip, needing to wipe his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I wanted to see you,” you shrugged. “I was listening to the new Iron Maiden album the other day and it got me thinking, what would Eddie think of this?”

Eddie stood up straight, his eyes brightening. “Too fucking synth-heavy! What were they thinking?!” he exclaimed, making you laugh.

“Exactly. Except for Wasted Years. That song was solid.”

“Yes!” Eddie cried. “It was the only song on the album that didn’t make me want to throw myself out of a moving car,” he said, and the two of you simply grinned at each other for a moment before he continued. “But yeah, Bruce’s vocals were solid though.”

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling. “Bruce is always solid.”

“You know,” Eddie said, leaning forward dramatically while holding onto the counter with one hand, “you could have just called me, you didn’t need to buy weed you didn’t need.”

“I suppose I could have,” you said, stepping toward him. “But where is the fun in that?”

Eddie didn’t have time to fully react; only a quick widening of the eyes showed he registered your actions before you grabbed a fistful of the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and pillowy, and you pulled away for a moment to look up into the big brown eyes that frequently haunted your dreams. “I should have done this ages ago,” you murmured, causing Eddie’s heart to triple its pace.

“I wish you had,” he said, before diving back in for another kiss. He brought his hands up to cup your face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You allowed him to do it, you would probably let him do anything. You wanted this, you had fantasized about this, and now his tongue was sliding along yours, teasing and exploring. You tasted the sweetness of the pilsner and the ghost of the cigarette he smoked on the drive, and a tiny moan escaped you as you tangled your fingers into the locks of hair you had so longed to touch. You pressed your body taught against his and you could feel the stiffness of his arousal. Fighting the urge to tear at the fly of his jeans, you pulled away.

“Let's go upstairs,” you whispered. Eddie could only nod.

You led him by the hand out of the kitchen and toward the stairs, around the languidly dancing bodies, feeling giddy, the song now Shake the Disease by Depeche Mode, the music thrumming and thrilling, making you feel like you were floating outside of yourself.

The moment you had him upstairs and into your room you were on him again, kissing and nibbling at those perfect lips and pushing his jacket off his shoulders. You quickly started to kneel but Eddie stopped you with a finger under your chin, gently urging you back up.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Eddie chuckled softly at your puzzled expression. “But where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

“I told you,” you said, “I missed you.”

“But why didn’t you do this before? You had plenty of opportunities and I would have been happy to oblige.”

“I don’t know,” you began, unsure of how to phrase what you felt. “Before, I didn’t know what I wanted. But I have a better sense of who I am now. And like I said…” your hand trailed down Eddie’s jeans as you spoke, and you slowly pulled the zipper of his fly down, “I’ve been thinking of you.”

Without another word, you pushed him backward onto the bed, and his surprised laugh was cut short when you pulled his length from his jeans and slipped your lips around the tip. “Oh fuck,” he gasped. “You aren’t messing around are you, oh my go–” the rest of the sounds Eddie made no longer contained words.

You took him in as far as you could and then pulled back up, circling your tongue around the tip. You pumped him slowly as you worshiped the head of his dick for a while; sucking, licking, kissing. Eddie leaned back and braced himself on his hands, his little gasps and moans fueling you onward and enhancing your own arousal. You took his full length in again, and alternated in this manner for a while, going between head worship and deep throating, pulling him closer to the edge.

Eddie was trying not to come while pondering the possibility that he had died en route to your house and was now in heaven, when the bedroom door abruptly opened. Eddie sat up, feeling alarmed and strangely bashful, but you simply pulled away with an annoyed, “what?”

You still had his cock in your hand.

“Oh there you are,” Chloe said, sounding annoyed. She seemed completely unbothered by what she had interrupted, but one eyebrow ticked upward when she saw the impressive appendage encircled by your fingers.

Eddie, unsure of what to do and feeling exposed, grabbed a random piece of cloth– which turned out to be a tank top– and draped it over his exposed erection.

“Do you mind? We’re kind of in the middle of something here…” Eddie blurted, at a vocal register a bit higher than normal.

“No,” Chloe responded, before turning her attention to you. “Where is the blue curacao?”

“How should I know?” you laughed. “Did you check on top of the fridge?”

“Yes, it’s not there.”

You shrugged. “It’s probably gone then.”

“Disappointing,” Chloe replied. “I wanted a blue Hawaiian.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” you said.

Eddie watched this exchange with wide, incredulous eyes, ping-ponging back and forth between you as if he was watching a tennis match.

“So is this one yours then?” Chloe asked, nodding her head in Eddie’s direction.

“I really like him,” you said simply with a smile. Despite his absurd situation, Eddie felt something warm bloom in his heart.

“So…” Chloe began. “Not up for sharing this one then?”

Eddie nearly choked on nothing.

You looked at him, considering. Your initial reaction was to say no, because you wanted Eddie all to yourself. But Chloe was sexy, and a lot of fun. You shrugged. “Are you up for that?” you asked him matter-of-factly.

“Am I– am I up for what exactly?” Eddie stammered.

“A threesome. With me and Chloe.”

“I uh– oh my god. Uh, I guess? If that’s okay with you two, but sure? Yeah.” Eddie tried and failed to sound nonchalant about it, as if a threesome with two beautiful women was something that just happened.

“Excellent,” Chloe said, stepping forward and kicking the door closed as she pulled her top off over her head in one fluid motion. She knelt beside you, and tossed aside the flimsy fabric that covered Eddie's slightly softened member. “Aw, does someone have some nerves? Don’t worry, we’ll fix that,” she said, and pulled you in for a messy kiss, her sticky lip gloss painting your lips as she lapped into your mouth with her tongue. You moaned softly. Chloe was the perfect sort of filthy, and this was going to be a lot of fun.

You made out sloppily for a moment as Chloe pumped Eddie back up to his full hardness, then she pivoted over to slip her lips around his cock. Eddie tossed his head back and moaned. Chloe’s technique was different from yours; she was more rough and forceful, never afraid to take what pleasure she could while leaving men and women completely spent in her wake. You admired her boldness, and watching her slurp down the object of your affection was absolutely thrilling. Chloe sucked Eddie down so thoroughly, that she would bury her nose in the thatch of his pubic hair before pulling up, gasping, with ribbons of saliva trailing away from her lips. It was filthy.

You climbed up onto the bed as this went on and kissed Eddie, softly at first, then hungrily, and you alternated between nipping his bottom lip with your teeth and licking into his mouth with your tongue. He moaned into your mouth as Chloe slipped one of his balls into her mouth, and she sucked him there as she pumped his cock with her fist. Eddie’s breathing was erratic and quick, and he began to wonder how long he could last. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on any longer, Chloe stood up, leaving Eddie exposed again, the cooler air from the room chasing Eddie’s climax away.

“Everyone get naked. Now,” Chloe commanded, as she stepped out of the room.

“Where is she going?” Eddie asked as he began to undress.

“Not sure, probably to get some toy,” you said, and you kissed and undressed each other while you waited for her to return. Eddie kissed you deeply and stroked your breasts as you pumped his dick, and shortly Chloe returned. She was naked except for a large strap-on secured around her hips.

“Don’t worry loverboy. You’re hers, so I’m not going to fuck you. Her though,” she nodded toward you, “her I’m going to fuck.”

“Uh, ok,” was all Eddie could manage. He sat back on his heels on the bed as you positioned yourself in front of him on your knees. You slipped your mouth back over Eddie’s cock as Chloe positioned herself behind you. She had already lubed up her appendage, and she slid into you with ease. You gasped around Eddie’s cock as she began to pump into you. Eddie watched as Chloe fucked into you from behind, and then they leaned forward and kissed as you were being spit-roasted. Your moans were choked and drowned out by being so thoroughly filled, but you were never in any danger, and you loved every second of it. You squealed as Chloe hit deep inside, sliding her silicone dick along your inner g-spot and making you see stars as she and Eddie sucked face above you.

It felt so good, so damn good, that your first orgasm arrived quickly, making your legs quiver and you sobbed unintelligible nonsense onto Eddie’s cock as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

“His turn,” Chloe cooed as she slipped out of you, and she unbuckled the straps of her toy and set it aside. You sat up on your knees. “Are you doing alright?” you murmured into Eddie’s mouth as you kissed him.

“Mmmhmm. Oh yes. You?” he replied between kisses.

You nodded. “Oh hell yeah.”

You felt him smile against your mouth, and then you pulled away to lay down in front of him. Chloe laid your head in her lap. “Okay,” she said. “Now fuck her.”

She cradled your head, stroking your forehead and brushing stray whisps of hair away from your face with surprising gentleness as Eddie lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulder. He grasped himself at his base and positioned himself at your entrance. He leaned down to suckle one of your nipples, making you groan as he slid inside.

Eddie started to thrust steadily in and out. Chloe moved her right hand down to your throat and squeezed gently. Not enough to actually choke you, but enough to make little stars appear at the corner of your vision, setting all of your senses alight. The groan that emanated from your lips was enough to make Eddie nearly lose it right then and there.

Your second orgasm slammed into you so quickly that it caught you by surprise, and you squealed and mewled and babbled. Eddie didn’t slow down, however, only picked up his pace, his hips slapping into yours rhythmically.

Chloe gently slid out from under your head and repositioned herself closer to the point at which Eddie and yourself were joined, and she trailed her fingers down your glistening tummy to play with your clit. You arched your back and keened at the dual sensation of your highly sensitive nub being manually stimulated while Eddie fucked you roughly. She gently encircled the sensitive bud with a manicured finger, and Eddie watched, leaning back slightly to grant her better access.

She leaned down and licked across the nub, and with the other hand she reached up to play with Eddie’s balls, sending both of you into paroxysms of delight. Eddie was hitting you so deep, and Chloe’s tongue was sending you reeling straight toward your third orgasm. Chloe grasped the ankle that wasn’t resting on Eddie’s shoulder and held it aloft and she sat up, holding your ankle and gazing down at you as she watched you come apart, rubbing your clit with her fingers.

As you came down from your third orgasm, she got up off the bed, slipped on a robe, and sat in your little desk chair to light a cigarette. “The rest is just for you two lovebirds,” she said as she exhaled a plume of fragrant smoke.

Eddie looked at her briefly before returning his gaze to your face, and his beautiful browns looked directly into yours. He let your ankle slide down to the crook of his arm as he leaned forward, and he cupped your face in his hands before diving in for a sweet kiss. His thrusting had slowed, and he seemed to be reveling in just being with you for a moment before his pace grew more erratic. He stopped kissing you and fucked you to his own completion with his forehead pressed against yours. It was intimate and close, and though Chloe was still watching from her chair, her gaze was no longer predatory, it was something you couldn’t quite describe. It was soft.

Eddie pulled out of you, pumping pearls of his seed onto your soft belly. You panted and sighed happily as you returned to the real world, the cloud you had been residing upon slowly sinking back to the earth. Eddie cleaned you with the same discarded tank top that had acted as his temporary (and futile) modesty barrier, and he planted a kiss against the smooth skin of your hip before he turned to pull his jeans back on.

You sat up and began pulling on your own clothes, Chloe stood up and made her way toward the exit. “Not bad for a last hurrah,” she said, smiling, before she slipped out of the room.

“And then there were two,” you said in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness that had settled in the wake of Chloe’s departure. Eddie chuckled.

“Listen,” he said, his smile faltering. “I want you to know that I didn’t come here looking for…that. Or anything like that. I was just stoked you called.”

You smiled. “Oh I know. And even though I did have some ulterior motives for calling you, I think the most I was planning to do was ask you out.” You chuckled. “Not that I mind the outcome.”

Eddie grinned. “No, I certainly don’t mind either.”

“But that will never happen again. I don’t like to share.”

“Understood. But…BUT,” Eddie held up a finger, as if to emphasize a caveat was coming.

“Yeah?” you said, suddenly feeling anxious.

“Before we talk about what’s gonna happen next, don’t you think you should ask me out?”

You laughed. “Eddie Munson, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Eddie nodded. “Hell yes. I hear this new movie Witchboard is pretty good. Wanna go see it with me?”

You could barely contain your grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Thanks for reading! As always, likes, comments, reblogs are so appreciated.

Special thanks to @misskittysmagicportal for the song inspo and your continuing encouragement ❤️

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pinkpastels113 · 23 days ago

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filing my divorce papers ;p

to the anons bc i do feel like things got out of hand w me and andy’s friendship and we need to address this before other people think it’s okay to just. engage and pile on with the confusion and teasing haha:

me and andy are just friends. we’re not dating, we’re not together, we’re not married. we’re just friends. we literally met through this fandom like two months ago and hit it off really fast and well and intensely. the whole “marry me” thing was a joke bc of an ask i sent andy asking if she would be mean to me in person bc she’s usually teasing me online haha and she said “i would marry you in person.” it got out of hand really quick really fast and im sorry for all the confusion and chaos that ensued

as someone has said and i realized can happen and totally fair to assume: anything btw friends and what you tell anons publicly i feel like is fair game to engage. which is why ima say this:

my inbox, at least for me, is for engagement. it’s for people who don’t want to disclose themselves to message me and for my friends/followers to send ask memes or nice things or to get to know me and things they want me to share with my followers and to point out something funny in the tags somewhere (since those are already public haha and i feel like is okay to point out directly) and obv for anything relating to fandom. i treat my mutuals’ ask box in the same way. i understand how it can be treated as something differently and like. i dunno. a way to ask provocative questions or send passive aggressive comments or something like that anonymously but when i see them, and i respond. i respond as if im speaking directly to you. esp to my anons. unless i specify otherwise. i don’t expect other people to engage in it and i don’t want to police myself so other people can engage in it since its “fair game;” nobody is perfect and everybody has moments where they say something weird or problematic or whatever. i try not to and try to catch myself before it happens but i feel like yall can make up your own minds ab the things that i say and if you don’t like something or agree, just move on? or unfollow me if it’s really bad? or dm me privately if it’s something that i need to honestly rethink? i don’t claim to know everything and i have my insecurities and flaws lmao pls don’t take all my words and interactions as like a word from god or anything. i’m just a 22 year old girl using tumblr as a way to engage in fandom and making friends and being online as an outlet from everything else going on in my life. i’m not perfect and honestly i don’t want to be and i don’t want or expect yall for me to be. pls think on your own about the stuff that i say publicly and reblog lmfao i don’t want to police it fr. (also i get anxious ab the anons sometimes too so when i do respond when i probably shouldn’t bc it’s provocative know that it’s prob bc my anxiety is acting up and i don’t want people to hate me for not answering adfgsj. im trying to be better on that and setting my boundaries.)

and ab yesterday. come on guys i don’t know what prompted the whole fight thing but you and i and everyone else knows that andy can def beat me to a pulp bc i have no arm muscles (to use for violence) fr but you don’t have to be mean ab it hhhh i don’t scratch or bite anyone even regularly and esp not in a fight omg what 😭😭

as for the marriage thing. i think we’re “divorcing” haha bc it got a bit much. for the both of us and for everyone else. so we’re not married anymore!! we’re just plain old pals now :))

#andy tag #wenz can talk #oh and also like i don’t and can’t control what other people say publicly about me so sometimes things are said without my permission so.

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emilsgrippers · 2 months ago

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This is more of a personal post nothing rlly TD related so just a heads up. It’s also more of a vent so…don’t read if u don’t wanna

I’m really sorry my content kinda went so downhill lately.

I have been in a bad place for a long time—due to friends, the way things are going, my living situation, and just the way life in general is going.

Me, my mom, and one of my grandmas went somewhere for Halloween—to dress up and have fun, you know..halloweeny things.

Yesterday, on Halloween, I got insanely sick. Head throbbing, throat burning to where I couldn’t speak or breathe…and I just had to deal with it because my body physically won’t let me take any medicine. While I’m typing this, I’m still fighting this god awful sickness and I feel like death reincarnated

I feel like I’m nothing without some kind of reassurance..like without someone constantly in my ear saying “you’re awesome truss!” but that shouldn’t be someone’s job.

One of my main escapes from how god boring and mentally draining my day-to-day life is—is drawing!!—or posting silly things online to you guys..

I really like drawing, I have fun with it I enjoy it..but more often than not, if doesn’t get too much recognition. It does get some—and I’m very thankful!! But stuff like this::

My furina drawing took about 2ish hours, and I’m very proud with the result, but it got about 16/18(? Haven’t re-checked) likes which of course heavily unmotivates me.

I love putting detail and lots of time into my stuff…but I just feel like it’s all for nothing—hence why I haven’t been posting much art, I just don’t feel like the people like it.

With my headcanony stuff I post every other day(mostly), it also doesn’t do very well. I always kinda think that it’s because I headcanon the same two characters over and over again….but they’re my favs and I don’t want to go out of my way to make headcanons for characters I personally don’t care about too much… IE chase. (Sorry chase)

I know very well that nobody is obligated to like all my content, but I’m trying my hardest to share my cool Bridgette stuff to all my Bridgette fans out there—but I just feel like it doesn’t get there and it bums me out.

But also—I’ve seen a lot of mh mutuals vent or stuff,, and my main thing would normally always be to stop and say something comforting—because I always want to make sure someone’s okay but I just. I’m not in a half decent mental state and I can barely conjure up an “itll be okay”. So to my moots whose vents I scrolled past in a panic: I’m really sorry, and I hope you’re all doing okay. You’re all amazing, and I hope you’re doing better.

Enough about my content & stuff though and heres my apology::

I really am sorry that I’m kinda just..falling off. Staying somewhat relevant is very important to me because I am ultimately nothing. I don’t have many friends, and I’m a very isolated person..though not by choice. The only friends I really have kind of..hurt and or play w/ my feelings? More often than not, atleast. But that’s nobodies problem but my own

I’m still whipping up little headcanons and au things , and I swear when I (hopefully) move and get out of the disheartening place I live—I will make it my mission to draw more…post more..etc…and I’m sorry I didn’t immediately start off this account with that intent. Thank you for continuing to follow my account despite how rough my content has become. I am..very very VERY thankful for you.

#vent

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judasisgayriot · 2 months ago

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I never got in any fuckin trouble for Petrellicest bc there’s no one in that fandom and absolutely nobody gave a shit lol so I feel like I had such a skewed perspective, like I’ve seen several people be like ‘we used to be a country fob fandom is so small now’ etc but to me, bandom is probably the biggest fandom I’ve ever actively been in?? lol

Like, the culture shock from my carefully crafted Nathan Petrelli gifset getting 4 notes to waking up to … 100? 200????? notes on a pe terick gifset was mindblowing like there are actually PEOPLE here. So I feel like I’ve lived this kind of charmed fandom life in a way where I’ve gone about my merry way literally doing whatever the fuck I want and not getting shit for it bc I’ve spent all my tumblr life in tiny tiny fandoms (I was in les mis fandom 10+ years ago but within a pretty small enclave of people, most of whom I’m still mutuals with lol *waves hi, mouths ‘sorry’ awkwardly again*) and then after that I’ve spent most of my time with the only things I was super actively/intensely into fannishly being ‘one specific production of Jesus Christ Superstar where it was just me and my close friends and no one gave a shit that we shipped Jesus and Judas apart from that hilarious anon I got once saying it would be disrespectful to title my smutfic ‘The Second Coming’ (ok I still have to stand by that one lmao), and ‘Heroes NBC, where there are like 6 people who hang around and everyone’s into like at least ONE really problematic ship’ lol.

Not to sound naive because I knew what the fandom landscape had turned into, but then going from blogging about my niche incest ship all day and night without a care in the world to like, there being discourse and drama and stuff, the biggest culture shock ever lmao. Having like 30+ people I had enthusiastically followed or interacted with on the way in bc I’m full of whimsy and here for a good time systemically block me bc of associating w the Wrong people who ship things in a bad evil problematic way or whatever was crazy to me I had never experienced that kind of pure nonsense lmao

Anyway mega whatever to all of the above bc, as you have to in any fandom, I found the cool, right people and also made some real deep genuine friendships and yay, who cares about any of the rest of it. But basically, to me, 6 Notes Anni, there being so many people in fob fandom and so many people ready to start stupid shit has been wiiild

This is such a dumb long ramble lmao. I only started writing this post bc I was thinking about how there was no drama in heroes/petrellicest bc no one cares, lol even

#anni rambles #sorry long ramble this time lol I don’t even know why I wrote all this. shits wild *slurps thru my straw*#I’m good where I am NOW it just took trial and error to get there lol

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shallowseeker · 2 months ago

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i think a lot about the way dean says "human" when castiel reveals he's unable to teleport in season 5 episode 21. like. man. was dean envisioning a future with him subconsciously? because he sounds worried but also like. stunned. that castiel is human. like he never imagined that happening.

Oh, man. Now that you've said it, I'm going to add that tone of confusing wonder to my headspace.

It's funny because Dean knows that angels can lose their grace, can fall (re: Anna), but you're right in that scene, he seems almost gobsmacked. And it doesn't all seem "strategic" either.

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In the previous episode 5x19, we saw that he was trying to hold out hope:

SAM: Yeah, well, I'm not giving up. DEAN: Nobody's giving up. Especially me. We're gonna find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. I can feel it. And we will find Cas, we'll find Adam. But you are no good to me burnt out.

But rewatching it now, there's something about the interaction that's SO. Different, almost. There's a tone of awe. I think he's mostly focused on Pestilence and the mission, but there's an undercurrent of something for sure.

DEAN: Are you okay? CASTIEL: No. DEAN: You want to elaborate? CASTIEL: I just woke up here. The doctors were fairly surprised. They thought I was brain-dead. DEAN: S-so, a hospital?

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DEAN: Uh, well, I got to tell you, man -- You're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box. CASTIEL: How? DEAN: It's a long story, but, look --we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here... CASTIEL: I can't "zap" anywhere. DEAN: What do you mean? CASTIEL: You could say my batteries are -- are drained. DEAN: What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo? CASTIEL: I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it, and I'm saying that I'm just incredibly... DEAN: Human. Wow. Sorry.

This is fresh off a huge fight between them where they sniped at each other and vehemently disagreed. And yet... Dean is sure Cas is going to zap over and help.

As we saw earlier in the season, Dean and Cas get MAD at each other and disagree with each other. It makes their willingness to support each other very, incredibly... something.

#5x19 #5x21

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cve-th3mvsic · 8 months ago

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i’m gonna be a lil inactive

my silly brain is a lil tired, and social interactions are becoming a little overwhelming- i’m struggling to generally mentally keep up, i’m gonna try n take some time to catch up

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social interactions have been a little more overwhelming for my brain, and recently, (irl. like in real life. real, in-person encounters.), a few people have talked to me and it was like. confusing. and my brain was like “..whaaat?”

like, they started the conversation (or at least tried to). they started to talk to me. i’m not sure how tf to. to respond.

so, some story.

one guy was like “yooo… i’m cooked..” in english — because he didn’t have his essay finished. and he like literally looked at me as i walked into the classroom to sit down, he looked at me and said “benni i’m cooked”

…okaay?.. uh.. whoops? sorry? i. what am i supposed to say?.. (i didn’t say anything, i just sat down)

that guy, uhh let’s call him door because it makes no sense, and only little sense to me (i correlate it w/ his name). in english class, we’re working on essay stuff (which i hate). i don’t have my essay finished, and we were doing stations with essays, so the people who didn’t have theirs finished had to go to a certain table and work on their essay. i was one of those people. and so was door. and another guy that i have geometry with too. mmm let’s call that guyyy… glass? fuck if i know a good code name for him.

—let’s talk about glass (bc i can’t tell you one story without at least 5 others)—

i get bad vibes from glass. i do not really like the way he talks. he says shit that he should not say, and in my opinion, nobody should say (specifically: he says a slur that i don’t even feel like mentioning because it just. i do not like it. he should not be saying it.).

he’s said something about a mutual friend (she’s my friend and she’s friends w/ him. i mean- yah a mutual friend. i js don’t talk to glass so-). let’s call her (the mutual friend) mm… button? i dunno. so button and i are friends, more like acquaintances. (most friends i mention i have are acquaintances. the most we share is a “hey” “how are you?” “that’s good, i’m okay ^^” and that’s about it.) and she’s a really sweet person. very kind. button is very nice.

so in english class (i think glass and button are friends, not fully sure, but they seem like it), i was sitting behind glass, and next to glass was another mutual friend, (she’s friends w/ button and glass too i think. i dunno if we’re actually friends, but that’s not the point), lily, and he said to lily “i don’t like [button],” lily asked him why, he said “she’s too overdramatic” and that was a big no-no to me. what the hell dude.

i do not like that he said that. and behind her back. and i witnessed it. like sure, okay, maybe you were speaking your mind, but that’s not cool dude. i don’t like that.

—okay, done w/ glass for now—

english is the class that i have most social interactions in. i have to talk to people more in the class than others.

so, the people that i have english with are door, glass, button too, uhh and DVD (i’ve mentioned before).

i’ve had to sit w/ door for the station stuff because we didn’t have our essays finished. there were a few other people too, obviously.

but so, door, i saw him lookin at me every now and then in class. not creepily, but like. ya know? like i saw him staring at me or glancing at me or something and then he’d look away and i’d look away like “is he looking at me?” — i could be wrong, but i mean i have a hunch. door, and glass, and DVD too at one point, i have a hunch about. like, do they. like me or something? or do they wanna talk to me? if they do i’m screwed /j — i don’t know how to talk to people- i mean i can, but it’s difficult. like if they come up to me and start conversation first. why is it so difficult-.. — i’ve become more okay with doing my own thing and not caring so much if others are bothered about it or stuff like that. i’ve gained some confidence in myself. i feel like i can start up conversation if i want to. and if i don’t, oh well. bummer.

what was my point here…

i dunno

if you read this, that’s cool beans ^^

i’m going on a break now, so i won’t be interacting as much at all. i hope you all have an amazing day, week, month, and year! <3 stay safe, stay hydrated, stay hype

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#announcement #gonna try n take a mental break ^^#little story too

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lesseraive · 2 years ago

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It's award season (unconfirmed)! Give some of your mutuals silly little awards.

HELLO i have so many wonderful amazing moots so i couldnt include everyone,,, i really just scratched the surface w these. sorry that i couldnt include everyone! its hard to create silly little titles but i still love u even if u weren't included <3

NOW TO THE AWARDS,,,,,,

shri @twiceland - most baby bow princess award 🏆 forever a 👶🏾 in my mind and also never fails to remind me by calling me OLD. also the bow princess i don’t make the rules, just respect them rose @lee-haechan - color wizard award 🏆 LMAO naur but rose has such awesome color theory knowledge and has been so generous offering me help. i really appreciate it :3 also rose is winning the flash award bc how can u gif that fast 😭 bella @funfactory - music brain rot award 🏆 nobody listens to songs on repeat like u!!!! its honestly kinda admirable and ur so real for that. love u belly bells hales @3rachaas - ranker of the year 🏆 hales says she’s gonna do a ranking? im seated ….and also questioning every thing she says. LMAOOOO <3 im ur biggest fan keira @gahpricot - grudge holder of year 🏆 why is keira always holding a grudge, again kinda admirable. keke is like equal parts skeptical and aegyo tata @cchuu - screamer of the year 🏆 /AFFECTIONATE tata is first hand seeing all my reactions to every time someone announces they r going on tour 😭 and we like to scream together in the dms so can always count on her to match my feral energy LMAOOOO kaitlyn @blushiro - sweetie of the year 🏆 kaitlyn my discord wife,,,,, i hope you are always having the bestest day of ur life. no other person i would want as my discord spouse you are like all day every day 24/7 sweetie mood theo @toplines - oreo award 🏆 idk theo is a comedian and also kinda reminds me of their own dog oreo like feral but in the best way JFKDSHF theo gets me in a feral kind of way hope that makes sense peace and love

#I LOVE YOU GUYS #shri #rose #bella #hales #keira #tata #kait #theo #mail

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Hi Marnie! I saw the recent anon, and I felt the need to pitch in. I’ve been on both sides. Back in 2019 up to last year, I think? I was with Elsa (Frozen). She was my only lover f/o ever at the time, and I got anons, interaction, drawings, and love letters galore! (And the occasional hater, too) But after I decided to break it off w/ her, my follower count *dropped!* Nobody talks to me anymore, I’ll be lucky if any of my posts gets 2 notes at the max highest. It feels like I can honestly go on tumblr and truly say whatever the heck I want bc it’s not like anybody’s looking. Now, I am lucky enough to have these 2 specific followers (I don’t wanna up and put their name out, but they know who they are, and they rock!) but after them, I’m a straight up nobody on self ship tumblr. And it’s all because I’m not with Elsa anymore. The only interaction I get nowadays is either a bot following me, or some hater anon telling me I can’t ship with my current f/os for some lame reason(s).

So 1st, huge shout out to left out anon because I kinda feel seen bc of them. Next, honestly? I would say to anyone else who feels this way use self ship tumblr anyway. Nobody else will see it, but you and your f/os will see it. And then, maybe use your tumblr to write down some feelings. Nobody’s looking, so it’s a safe place! You can say whatever you want! 😃👍🏾

Hiya Donny!! Nice to see you here again!

I'm so sorry that happened to you! That doesn't sound very fun at all, it's disappointing how fast some people will switch like that. I hope you get some more mutuals that will show interest in your ships, and I'm sending kind vibes your way! I hope you and your f/os are doing good! I just know they love you lots! I hope that everyone who feels left out will find their group of people to feel safe and heard in! You all deserve good mutuals and friends <3

#marnie answers ✦

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raindropsonwhiskers · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I know that this is really out of the blue but im asking for a favor or some help w/ my cats current medical needs. Please if you have an extra time to boost/share it for us so that we could get some traction or it could reach more people, it would definitely help a ton! I understand if its not okay, Im so sorry for taking some of your time and I wish you to be safe and healthy always, xx.(Please considering answering my ask privately or probably hit me a msg if its fine! 😭🙏

This is far from the first time I've gotten one of these, and I'm feeling spiteful, so I'm going to walk through why this is almost certainly a scam, for anyone who isn't already aware of these.

This is the pinned post on the blog:

It was made at 1:17 AM EST today, Jan 31st. Based on the timing and phrasing of this post, the emergency happened last Tuesday, as the poster seems to be in Montana and thus made the post at 11:17 PM on Monday. The vet hospital (VSS West) and the group Shelter Friends do exist, though Shelter Friends seems to be exclusively a "shelter assistance and networking group whose purpose is to help homeless pets find rescue or adoption" (their website).

They claim their cat is being held until they can pay the bill (pictured at the top of the pinned post, ~1600 USD) in full. This is a red flag, since as far as I'm aware, no respectable institution does this. Additionally, the timeframe on pickup seems uncertain - it goes between "picking him up tomorrow" and "cleared to come home by the next couple of days".

No goal amount is listed, nor is there any sort of tracker. This is extremely strange, since almost every signal boost/mutual aid/etc post I see these days has the OP pretty much constantly updating how much they have left to go. Not being upfront about the amount needed, or how much they already have, is a decent red flag for a scam.

They say they haven't made a GoFundMe because it takes too long and takes a fee. However, VSS West's website says payment is due upon service (see screenshot). Therefor, they must have known about the price for at least 5 days (assuming wiggle room from last Tuesday to the time of the pinned post) and - more importantly - they should have already paid for the surgery.

But let's say they delayed the payment and... used their pet as collateral or something. Here is a screenshot from GoFundMe's website:

So the fee bit is bullshit, too.

Now that we know why the scenario is a whole bunting's worth of red flags, let's tackle the blog itself. The earliest post is from 1:08 AM EST, Jan 31, 2023. AKA today, 9 minutes before making the pinned post.

The URL directly references the cat, Tonka, so surely the blog was created to be about him. It can't be a sideblog - those can't send asks. It could be an alt account, but why make one just for your cat's health emergency and then reblog ATLA posts, posts about the new Mighty Nein animation, and some random aesthetic photos?

And this is just me being pedantic: the name in the header, Nicolai, doesn't match the Nicole used elsewhere. On the bill in the pinned post, the name Susan appears in the client field, just before the blacked out phone number.

But even assuming this person did genuinely decide to make a brand new blog on tumblr and try to crowdfund for their cat, there's a few more red flags around the message itself.

1) This blog has never once interacted with me before. Not shocking since it was made less than 24 hours ago, but still. Not even a follow before sending me a scam? Rude.

2) They ask that I reply privately or via DM. This is very suspicious and VERY convenient for a scammer, because it's harder to provide evidence of the scam when nobody else has seen your correspondence with them.

3) They asked a random niche Doctor Who blog to signal boost them. Of all the demographics, Doctor Who Extended Universe shitposting was the one some desperate person worried for their cat chose? Yeah, right.

All that being said, I hope this post helps people be more aware of these sorts of scams in the future. There are a lot of genuine posts looking for help with their pets, too - but those posts come from real people with established blogs, who aren't sending demanding asks to strangers, aren't trying to hide how much money they need/have already, and aren't trying to take advantage of people. Always do some due diligence before donating to a cause; the worst that can happen is you spend a little time looking through someone's blog and find that they're a real person.

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crepe n kyoi adventures for the fathomed day when and if they work something out to hang out irl (idk i feel like this might sound pressuring sorry?? i just have it in my mind that i’d like to meet my mutuals irl at some point but its not like im gonna force you to meet up with me or anything lmao i just like the idea of it bc yk. i trust you and all

PAINTING EACH OTHERS NAILS (pink)

MAKEUP. WHEHEHE

movies + tv (and staring at milgram MVs repeatedly for hours together while foaming at the mouth at mikoto and fuuta)

pastries either making them or eating them or B OT h. at least one

BOBA (a requirement)

SHOPPING. ghgdhfg based on… everything about you, i just KNOW you have good style and we N E E D to go shopping together. this. t h is .

covering things with stickers for no particular reason

terrorizing my brother™

gushing over our f/os for hours on end

BLAHAJ TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

giggling™

playing prsk and project diva together (i have project diva on my tv WOAH!!)

committing the murder of a certain mondaymelon

making a silly goofy secret crepe n kyoi hanshake and then trademarking it so that its OURS nobody else can haev it grgrgr

hot cocoa

staring at mikoto’s face for an hour (not) straight

staring at fuuta’s face for an hour (not) straight

staring at furina’s face for an hour (not) straight

genshin co op !!!

playing with cat. idk if you have a cat but i have a cat and. cat cafes too.

writing ff weheheh

watching some vines bc vines are prime humor you cant convince me wrong

d a n ci n g ?????? this ones a maybe

ok thats it,,,,, fo r n ow.

NOOOO DW I WANNA MEET UP W MY MUTUALS TOO <33 BUT THATS SO GOOD YES PLS !??!?!?! I WOULD LOVE TO DO EVERY SINGLE THING ON THIS LIST HEHEHEHDHDJSJJD <333

#mod amia !#silly moments !!

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I HAVE BEEN TAGGED BT @isomorbism !!!! THANK U!!

r U named after anyone: yeth but I have a couple of names and middle names and such all from family members. yiayia ily 🫶

when was the last time u cried: today actually I had a rlly important convo w ma we sort of had a breakthrough it was good and we don't rly ever talk to eachother like that,,, anyway. nobody asked I cry probably the normal amount honestly maybe once a month or so. usually out of frustration

do u have kids no

do u use sarcasm no. yes. nooooo. shut up

the first thing I notice abt people is whatever facet of them I experience first??? so it differs. idk what else this q means sorry

what's ur eye colour? nondescript non-brown colour. I get super squinty in the sun 👎👎

scary movies or happy endings: errrr where would one b without the other. scary ig.

any special skills? my response to this is always that I'm reaaaaally good at balancing one leg tiptoe like I can just stand there. go me

where were u born? same country I live now. I've only left once

what r ur hobbies ballet, local history, supermarket research, egg peeling, bushwalking, art. blogging and listening 2 tunes also 🤫

do u have any pets does my little(st) brother count. no.

do u/ have u played any sports YES and I'll give U a list rn. I've danced ballet since I was abt 8 and I rlly enjoy it but I have never aimed to get anywhere near professional. its a hobby I do well at the level I'm at. I played tennis all of hs and I was pretty good i was on a few rep teams and played outside school as well I miss it sooooooooo much. soccer and netball I was in teams with my friends sometimes and I sucked ASS but they were fun. in my last years of hs I did track and I'm going to take this opportunity to tell the mutuals that I can run really really fast I'd just like to share that me fact like b4 I ever started training I was the 6th fastest at the 100m in my whole school of over 1200 students including all of the track team kids (I didn't even have spikes 😩) when I was 15 ok just know that abt me and I'll never mention it again it is genuinely one of the things I'm most proud of ok whatever I've wasted my one proper talent bye

how tall r U average height FUCK!!! off

fav school subject prooobs history or art.

dream job dun have one comedian shut up shut up shut up shut up

congrats if U real to the end of this LONG ASS horse-music info post ily forever let's move in 2gether @dacergirl369 @groundbreakingdot872 @acasternaut @ivorysongbird

NO PRESH 2 DO THIS KIND OF TOOK AGES

#tag game #room temp

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walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo · 11 months ago

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I'm sorry, I started writing and I couldn't stop!

It was common knowledge that Bruce Wayne didn't do relationships.

Bruce Wayne was a fun time, but not the kind of person you introduced to your parents. His little black book, containing more blacked out names than not, was a testament to that. Each redacted name, an engagement announcement, or serious relationship.

It didn't bother Bruce. None of those people truly knew him after all. What he had with them was mutually beneficial. They got a no strings attached good time, and he got credibility to his playboy image.

While Bruce wasn't one for committed relationships, he was known to favor some partners over others. He wasn’t one to toy with feelings or promise more than he was willing to give. They knew not to take preferential treatment as a sign of anything exclusive, merely that he enjoyed their company more than others.

His most recent, and current favorite, partner was Clark Kent, a reporter for The Daily Planet. He seemed out of his element when they first met, but Bruce quickly learned that, when comfortable, Clark was quite charming. He was smart and quick-witted, with a sense of humor that Bruce could appreciate. He was cute too.

"How's my favorite reporter doing today?" Bruce smiled against his phone.

"I don't know, Lois isn't here yet." Clark quipped.

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle. "No offense to Ms. Lane, but she's far too intimidating to be my favorite."

Clark’s laugh made Bruce melt, just a little.

"She'd take that as a compliment, trust me. So, to what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Wayne?"

"I'll be in Metropolis this weekend for work, and you do know how much I hate sleeping alone." He made sure Clark could hear his pout. "I was hoping I could steal you away, if you're not busy."

"Now, how could I possibly say no to that?" Bruce, could imagine the smirk on Clark’s face; the way his eyes sparkled whenever he found Bruce’s antics entertaining.

"If you pick me up after my meeting Friday, we can grab dinner and then go back to the hotel." Bruce practically purred. "Was there any place you wanted to go?"

"How about I handle dinner? You handle dessert." Clark's voice sent a shiver through Bruce.

"Sounds like a plan to me. So I'll see you Friday?"

"I'll see you Friday, Bruce." Clark's voice sounded... fond. "Oh, boss is coming! I'll call you later. I love you." The call ended before Bruce could respond.

Bruce stared at his phone, eyes wide.

Clark had said he loved him.

Bruce knew Clark knew his reputation. The night they met, he had heard an elderly woman warning Clark against getting too close.

He couldn’t have meant it. Clark was in a hurry, perhaps it had been a mistake, a habit from talking to his parents in Kansas.

There was no way Clark loved him.

By the time Friday rolled around, Bruce really wasn't feeling up to dinner. He really just wanted to lie down.

Clark was waiting for Bruce outside the Metropolis branch of Wayne Enterprises.

"Long day?" Clark asked, giving Bruce a sympathetic smile.

"Just a lot on my mind." Bruce admitted, letting himself lean into Clark as they walked.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Clark asked, wrapping an arm around Bruce’s waist.

"Not here. When we get back to the hotel." He promised.

Clark led them to a Chinese place, picking up a take-out order.

"I thought you might like a night in." He gave Bruce a lopsided smile, holding up the bag. Sometimes, Bruce wondered if Clark could read minds.

Bruce made pleased noise. "You're amazing."

"So, what's on your mind?" Clark asked when they got to their room. Always straight to business with Clark. Bruce liked that about him.

"Last time we talked on the phone. You said you loved me." Bruce started. "I'm sure you didn't mean it, but-"

"I did mean it, Bruce. I do mean it." Clark cut him off.

"Are you serious?" Clark asked in disbelief. "Bruce, you're amazing!"

"Why?" Bruce couldn't help how his face scrunched up, like Dick's the first time the boy learned about escargot. Nobody loved Bruce Wayne. Sure, people would say they loved him, in the way one loved a band or an actor. But nobody loved him.

"I don't understand." Bruce really didn't. He was supposed to be unlovable: vapid and shallow. Where did he go wrong? "Brucie Wayne isn't really boyfriend material." He said, as if the reminder of who Clark was talking about would snap the man out of it.

Clark simply sighed. "I don't love Brucie. I love Bruce." He explained. "I've seen you, after a gala, helping the cleaning staff. You wash the dishes, so Alfred doesn't have to. You read all those books you tell people are 'too difficult for you to read' and you bought 'for the aesthetics'. All those ideas Lucius Fox came up with? I've seen them come together on your desk first. I don't know why you hide that side of you; why you act like you're stupid when others are around, but I know the kind of person you really are, and that's the person I love."

Bruce was stunned into silence. He knew he had let the Brucie act slip a little around Clark, but he didn't realize how much he had let Clark see.

Clark scanned Bruce’s face before giving him a confused look. "Wait... I thought we were dating?"

"What? Why would you think that?" Bruce mirrored Clark's confused expression with his own.

"Bruce, you haven't been seen with anyone else for months. We see each other even when there's nothing going on! We went to the fair together!" He explained.

"I wasn't there for fun. It was for charity." Bruce argued. He had volunteered for the dunk tank.

"Exactly! Who asks a casual hook up to that?"

Bruce thought about it. He had never invited anyone before. It wouldn't be fun for his date, hanging around a booth all day. But he had invited Clark... He thought about how enjoyable that day was. Clark's laugh when Bruce was plunged into the water. His bright eyes and smile as he offered Bruce a towel. How eagerly he helped Bruce and the other volunteers. Looking back, it felt very domestic.

"Shit." Bruce whispered, eyes widening in realization. "We're dating."

When had that happened?

How did that happen?

"Is that... are you okay?" Clark asked, looking unsure.

"Yeah." Bruce shook his thoughts away. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just can't believe I'm the last to know about my own relationship." He admitted.

Clark laughed. Bruce loved that laugh.

"Well, better late than never." Clark teased. "And now, I would like to get comfy, watch TV, eat dinner, and cuddle."

"That sounds perfect." Bruce made a grateful groan, following Clark to the bed. He could get used to having a boyfriend.

hear me out:

bruce and clark are having a casual relationship for a while until clark says "ily" during the act

bruce just being confused because he didn't actually think clark would want to be with him other than brucie wayne being attractive and generally good in bed

clark goes fluff mode and confesses how he feels and in the end is like "wait... i thought we were dating????"

#i hope you like it #I wasn't sure how to end it...#So sorry if the ending isn't very good...#superman #clark kent #batman #bruce wayne #brucie wayne #superbat #superman x batman #batman x superman #clark kent x bruce wayne #bruce wayne x clark kent #clark x bruce #bruce x clark #same bat-tag same bat-channel #mayo's writing

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