#late night foolery

[memphistenacious]

I just wanted to get home and some fucking bozo just bumped me on the foot and then started walking away?? hello???

[disgurrr]

Yk what's so hilarious? The fact that Katniss told us that Darius knowing she and Peeta do sleep together would be just as bad if Gale were there to see it. Implying that she would be horrified if Gale found out about her and Peeta's late-night sleepovers. Just for HijackPeeta to air out the nights on the train, even implying more than cuddles had occurred. And Katniss gave less shits about Gale finding out. Not even a thought about it. She was just hyper-focusing on Peeta, and then proceeded to daydream about the nights on the train 💀 she even confirmed it to everyone, when she was like “You like to sleep with the windows open.” RIGHT IN FRONT OF GALE. And she still pays no mind to him and only wants to cry for her boy, for what has happened to her and Peeta’s relationship and love.

Like character development, ig? Or maybe it’s that she is so over Gale’s foolery and no longer cares about his pain. She just wants Peeta back, she just wants to go back to those nights and damm anyone who finds out about it. She just wants her boy with the bread.

[smallestapplin]

Thought I wouldn't find out?

This is a commission, so I hope you enjoy the Tom foolery!

🔞it gets suggestive so please no minors!🔞

Modern genshin au.

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Arlecchino, to put it politely, didn't understand the ways of the internet, references to media or slang would go right over her head. She's the boss of a family-run 'company' not that she'd ever tell you what she does, but why should she keep up with these words and how others use the internet?

Though clear to anyone she does not waste her time with such things.

It was late at night when she found it, more accurately, you accidentally sent her a link, one in which she memorized the URL before you could delete it.

But she decided to play.

'Did you send me a message just now?'

'No, I've been busy reading. Maybe your phone is buggy.'

Why lie about it? It's what got her to look it up in the first place, cause why else would her sweet darling lie to her? Whatever the reason, she will be sure to confront you when she gets.....home?...What is she even looking at? Her eyes stare at an oddly colorful page, the words '18+' all over it, and filled with such filth she's almost impressed.

What are these things?

Wait, she knows these names, these are the names of your favorite characters from your games that you've talked her ears off about.

The further down she scrolls the more baffled she becomes, she knew you liked these characters and often gushed about them into the night, but to write such erotica about them? How in these 'authors notes' you speak of how much you wanted them to ruin you, and agreeing with these 'anons' of yours.

So this is what you've been hiding from her, this blog is like your own personal info-dumping website. To publicly say such things and have no shame, how cute, it's completely different than how you are at home with her.

How you so shamelessly speak of such filth.

'I'd peg him.'

'How come I am the only person who thinks the Golems are kinda hot-'

'If she needs a pet I'm so down. No, I don't care she's a scary monster, that makes her hotter!'

The further down she goes the worse it all gets.

But oh, she has an idea.

You grow excited as the clock ticks on, as your beloved wife messaged you not long ago she was on her way home. You're waiting at the door, lightly bouncing in place with a smile on your face, it's a rare time she'd be home at a decent hour! Dinner was almost done cooking too, oh you'll finally be able to enjoy your time together.

The door opens, accompanied by the familiar sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor. You rush forward, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her cheek.

"Welcome home, my love. How was work today?"

Arlecchino mutely sighs as she slowly slides her arms around you, loosely hanging off your hips.

"Work was fine. However, the children have been sent off on a large mission, and won't be back for a few days. Regrettably, I had orders from Pierro to send them off. But that's all you get to know. How was your day? Surely you didn't miss me too much."

Her unchanging tone still doesn't fail to make you grow bashful.

"I always miss, our bed is so cold without you. But my day has been fine, I've mostly just been cleaning and reading. Oh! I have dinner cooking so-"

"Oh, is that all? I could've sworn your day had something to do with some monster woman."

You freeze, eyes widening at her words.

Did she...? No, no she couldn't possibly, you deleted it before she even opened her messages.

"Or perhaps that 'twink' you've been obsessing with? Oh, what was it again? Something about wanting to peg his boy cervix?"

You're recoiling, not only from hearing your posts being read back to you from her memory, but just hearing her of all people say these things with a stone-cold expression, and in a strict professional voice.

"Ok ok! Just please stop, I didn't mean to send that to you!"

"Could've fooled me, Dear. Now, explain yourself."

Arlecchino slides one hand up your back under your shirt, her nails lightly digging into your skin as she awaits an answer from you.

"I-I've always had that blog, I just- you aren't interested in hearing about my love for some characters at least as intensely as I post, so it's like an outlet for me."

You sweat under her scrutinizing gaze, her dark eyes staring into your soul to test your strength to not crumble. You felt like you could breathe again once she closed her eyes with a hum, clearly satisfied with your answer.

"Hm, good little pet."

It's cute how you seemingly melt under her praise, though it's swiftly cut short as she picks you up, carrying you towards the large windows at the front of the house, shoving your chest first into the glass.

"H-hey wait! What are you doing!?"

She leans close, her chest against your back as she lets her breath fan across the back of your neck.

"My, and I thought you liked this sort of thing? Don't tell me some of those posts were just for show. Don't tell me you aren't into the idea of my taking you here for anyone to see."

The only people who'd potentially see would be any grunt working under her, or her coworkers, both of which would be so embarrassing.

......though you don't condone half of what you write, maybe just this once?

[goth-iqqa]

BLAME THE ROSES

Prologue— Death To The Green Queen

18+ MDI

Life can only be paid with death. After the demise of Princess Alysanne, a cursed couple brings forth a new life across the Narrow Sea, unbeknownst to the war approaching.

Daemon × Fem!reader, Aegon II × reader

Warnings: angst, cheating, smut, neglect, violence, death/gore. mentions of suicide. kidnapping. dub con, non con, (Targ)incest, pregnancy, miscarriage.

AFTER IT ALL HAPPENED, Alysanne Targaryen declared an apology to the ashes of the fallen soldiers. On both sides, the black roots and the green stems of the bloodied garden her once home turned. There was nothing left, the lords had whispered, nothing but war in the wake of her husband’s name. Thorns of gore that would pierce into cadavers and shells of empty lives and unnamed graves.

“Prince Aegon The Younger must be crowned.”

It was not a tragedy when King Aegon was found, deathly still, and sweet Arbor red on his lips. His skin was strangely yellow, swelling and decaying under the delicate touch of his beloved wife. Alysanne, the Saddened Queen, cried and called for The Stranger, pleading a moment for a woman and a dying lover.

There had been quietness, maesters often said to their pupils. The room was made up of only a pitiful queen, a grasping king, and the claws of a growing shadow tempting the soul from its twisted body. At exactly midnight, when the Dire Wolves in Winterfell howled and the giant cats of striped colors roared, and the grounds of the castle shook, it was confirmed King Aegon II had made touch with death and what lurked beneath the veil.

By morning the candles had blazed to mere specs of wax, yet Queen Alysanne remained unburnt. When the sun peeked through the windows and the empty body of the late King began to blister, she remained. Hand in hand, she cried, mourned like the deaths before of all her line, innocent and guilty alike. Seven nights and seven risings did she stay, the books and medical servant knew the dating was far from precise, Alysanne rose from her bruised knees, and along she took the last touch of the usurper king.

While servants whispered of the things that happened during the secret decay of the king, it was only true that bare parts could be used for a proper burial. The Queen had not truly cried for his death, nor had she turned to black magic to keep her lover alive and hidden in her chambers, or the constant presence of a certain yellow tint of the Manmo Island princess. It was foolery. In truth, as Maesters came to know, after the beheading of the Grand Maester, King Aegon’s body decomposed and exploded in a series of fluids and flesh, finally fusing into the mattress they had burned, all while his wife watched.

A death, unpeaceful and macabre, worthy of the man Aegon II Targaryen was at the end.

When the news of the king’s passing spread, ships of high houses and low-borns of the city all stormed the gates of King’s Landing, bending the knee and hailing their new King. Alysanne, a widow, was not to be seen for another seven nights, her chambers remained empty and untouched, and her dragon no longer roared and shook the sky with his wings. She was a walking corpse, hiding in the shadows, expecting her punishment when a raven from Winterfell arrived at her window.

“Do not ill yourself with sorrow. I was pardoned from death,”

The golden piece of a horse was moved across the checkerboard, just like it had in real life with dragons and ships, outside the room now meant to imprison one of the former queens. Alysanne, dressed in green, like the title had once again sowed and the green stone tethered to her finger with the voice of her husband’s last wishes, sat across Alicent Hightower, somber features of tiredness glinted across her eyes and her mouth continued to move. “I was not pardoned from punishment, however. I am to return to Manmo, and face the consequences of my past actions.”

“As Y/N Endo or Princess Alysanne?”

It was often that their relationship was mistaken. Had the first season come, cool and colorful with blooms in the garden King Viserys sent to be made for her, both widowed queens found themselves under the weak streams of light. Cordial and pacific as they played a humble game of chess, learned by the glued words of their fathers. When the unbearable heat came, and all the summer colors adorned the streets as they did in Dornish lands, they enjoyed a cool tea prepared by the shaky hands of servants, and they spoke, cruelly to each other, of their husbands and their poor jobs as wives to satisfy them.

When the leaves of the giant trees fell, and their sons trained with sand dummies, they did not speak to each other. Servants assumed they fought again, their screams and shouts shushed by the pit-and-patter of soothing rain. Only to be lulled away when the cold wind came and their dresses exploded with rows of skirts for the short-lived winter. They ate and laughed together, dressed in the same shade, for a day, when the lords of their husbands’ council met.

A black root and a green stem, united by the complicated world painted by the men who cared for nothing but titles and wealth.

“Will they…kill you?”

“I am sure of it.”

A white knight moved this time. “They cannot harm the aunt of the King—a queen, you were a queen. They cannot, they cannot do this, they cannot kill you. You must speak to Lord Cregan, you cannot leave.”

Alicent’s face had grown mournful through the years, witnessing death after death of the children she squeezed out of duty, caged in the castle like a simple servant of no name. But now, even after all the slaughter the color green brought, her eyes brimmed red and the whites glossed with tears for a girl she’d grown to like in her days of confinement. The only face that held a smile when she stepped forward, brushing servants off, and keeping the ailing widow company.

“We are cursed. The moment we were born,”

A black knight neared close to the white queen.

“We were granted suffering and despair. Arranged to be bred like cattle for a title that will not follow after death. I was happy, for a few moments at least. I was given a life that veiled the bad with the sweet scent of roses.”

Alicent smiled, for the first time. “Red roses have always been your favorite. Even when you hurt yourself with the thorns, you called them beautiful.”

“I have to thank you, Alicent. It was because of you—everything you have done under another’s tame—that I am here. All the bad things that happened, all the deaths a simple crown and a throne of swords have caused. Everything has led me to this point, my own punishment, in a way.”

When the black queen moved toward the cornered white king, Alicent shivered as she knew she lost. “Your punishment? Was betraying your husband not enough?”

“I loved the man you birthed, not the king he became. He made me bloom, even when I thought I’d died. When a smile never came, he made me laugh like no other. Even when he drank past his limits and crawled with apologies, and fell in love with princess Alysanne instead of Y/N, I kept my promise till his last breath.”

Alysanne removed the ring from her finger. The Green Jewel of the Sad Queen, maesters would come to name it, was given to the new mother as a present for the pair of healthy heirs. It was now soiled, tainted by the rusty smell of blood that soaked into the creases of her hands.

It was a reminder. Nobody but her and the dead uncle she once loved knew of the painful ropes that tightened around Y/N Endo’s neck, only to be shielded by the golden rows of pearls that decorated princess Alysanne's own. The voice of the woman she once knew, dancing in her head, trapped like a curse meant to claim the lives of the ones she loved. She would break the chains, once and for all.

“I’ve died nine times. Princess Alysanne died many years ago. Y/N Endo was killed by the people she loved. Now, my final death has come, at last.” She pushed the ring into the waiting hand of the eldest, “I am not allowed to see my daughter before my leave. She will come to see you, I’m sure of it. When she does, give it to her. She must know I will always love her. She must, Alicent.”

Alicent nodded with a silent promise.

After a checkmate, princess Alysanne exposed her left arm, yellow and swelling. Alicent gasped, she rose from her seat and jerked away from her dying stepdaughter.

“I won’t let any of them have my glory.”

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[pixelated-furry-drama]

it's been a while since my last update, but many things have been happening.

late one night, i saw tom pondering once again, as he does most nights.

i decided that i needed to find out once and for all how much evidence he has on our case. so i made a plan to enter his home the next night.

however i didn't account for him breaking his routine, he was home that night and i didn't know it. what i saw in his home changed everything for me.

tom isn't just any ordinary private investigator. he's obsessed. and he has eyes all over the island. this is definitely against many privacy laws, and i don't know how he even managed to install this many cameras without anyone catching him in the act.

under normal circumstances, he would have heard me enter, but i don't think he did. far too invested in his files to notice me picking the lock and entering. at least that's what i thought, but the morning after he gave me a sinister gift.

he knows i know.

while at work that day, my mind was occupied by this "tom foolery". i'm using humor to cope here. but then it happened. for the first time, hippeux spoke to me. he wanted to interview me. and i decided in that moment, i was done. i wanted this to be over. our lives would never be the same, but i just had to do it. i said yes to the interview.

i got to go his personal office, much homier than a standard interrogation room. is that legal? i have no idea. but there, i told him everything. i told him everything i knew, every last detail. should i have asked for a lawyer to be present? yes. but i was too relieved to get everything off my chest. i feel bad snitching on the others, but it's not just their lives being turned upside down, it's also my own. and i've increadingly been feeling like i'm in danger around reneigh. she's no longer the same person she was before she came to this island.

for example, one day she ran up behind me while i was getting the mail and it honestly scared the hell out of me.

it wasn't anything nefarious she wanted, but it was the final wake up call to the fact that i'm scared of her. i no longer trust my best friend.

i'm writing this in the police car as i'm being taken to jail right now. i'm surprised he didn't take my phone immediately, but i'm sure i'll loose it once i get there. i can only hope sasha will bail me out, because i'm sure reneigh and rudy will also be jailed soon as well.

[mx-lamour]

6 - Corpse

[The latter half of #5 - Dinner]

For the next few days, then, Alek only looked in on Sasha during the daylight hours. She slept soundly during that time—almost too soundly, but the subtle movement of her breathing assured him that the girl was still alive. He left water and some honest food with her, within easy reach, should she wake and feel strong enough or willing to consume it. 

There might be teeth marks in it later, but she hardly ate more than a nibble. It worried him. Alek's instinct told him that, if she was changing, she might need blood instead. She might need blood anyway, in a sense; the girl was ghastly pale. But Alek's body insisted she was still human. Or, at least… human enough.

Late at night—or early in the day, depending on one’s frame of mind—Alek asked Strahd for his observations. Strahd was cagey in answering. He continued to insist that Alek leave the girl alone.

“Come sit a while,” Strahd bade him. He pulled a chair closer to the hearth. “I can hear you pacing clear across the grounds.”

Alek sighed and sat down, even kicking off his boots to stretch out his legs and warm his toes by the fire, which was mostly lit for the sake of light. Summer was fading, but it would take a while longer for any real chill to nip the air. Still, the gesture was comforting.

Strahd began to speak of other things. He started on about logistical matters, but gradually eased in personal details that he had discovered about his various boyars, their families and their dealings with each other, attempting to pique Alek's interest with a bit of gossip.

It did not take terribly long for Strahd's goading to work on him.

Soon enough, Alek had lured Strahd in turn, and they sat together by the fireplace, reminiscing on all manner of things. Old battles and tom foolery. Trying to embarrass and outwit each other. Their voices rose in exuberant debate over unimportant details. Alek even managed to coax a peal of laughter from the dark lord.

“You are incorrigible,” Strahd bluntly accused.

Alek grinned. “Pot, kettle,” he retorted. Once they’d sobered themselves again, he remarked, fondly, “It's been too long.”

Strahd quirked an eyebrow in response.

“I haven't heard you laugh like that in… what? Fifty years? Maybe longer. That's hard to believe.”

Strahd leaned back in his chair. Alek could see the distant shadow creeping over him while he thought about the intervening time.

“Strahd.” Alek clapped a hand on his shoulder, jostling him gently. “I'm glad.”

Strahd glanced sidelong at Alek, then down at the hand on his shoulder. He frowned, not discontentedly, but with bemusement, as though he were examining an intricate piece in an important puzzle. 

When he looked back up, Alek offered a reassuring smile, almost proud. He patted Strahd's shoulder again and withdrew his hand, settling in to enjoy the low embers crackling in place of the flames.

They observed the rest of the evening in companionable silence, until the dawn encroached and Strahd was forced to withdraw to his crypt. Alek dozed lightly in his chair.

. . .

Alek had finally decided to visit Sasha again at night, to see if she would wake. She was already sitting up when he opened the door, and when he stepped into the room, she tossed back the blanket and leapt up to meet him.

“It's been so long!” she cried, welcoming herself into his embrace. “Oh, how I've missed you!”

Alek hugged the girl close, chuckling at her enthusiasm. “You’re feeling well now, I take it.”

“Much better,” she agreed, squeezing him tightly around the middle. Then she stepped back. “But no thanks to you,” she added, pouting. “And you never sent Lord Strahd down to see me, either. It was very unkind.”

Alek thought for sure that Strahd would have visited her sometime within the last several nights. “You haven’t seen him at all?”

Her eyes were like polished glass, and sharp at the edges. He swore they had been gentler once. “No. I have been locked in this room—”

“It wasn’t locked,” he murmured.

“I don’t know how else you would explain it. I thought to come looking for you, but the door wouldn’t budge.”

“Stiff hinges,” Alek replied lamely. Strahd must have put some kind of enchantment on the door, if it would only open from the outside. There was a chance that Sasha had not been strong enough to open it, but Alek knew he wasn’t so otherworldly powerful that he wouldn’t notice a sticky door if he encountered one. And, if the vice grip Sasha had just had on his waist was any indication, she should have been able to handle hers just fine.

Sasha sized him up. She sighed, and the pout of her lip softened. “Oh, I can’t stay mad at you,” she lamented, picking at the deep slit in the collar of his shirt. “You came for me. The rest hardly matters, does it?” She drifted closer, peering up at him sweetly through the fringe of her lashes.

Alek’s hands found themselves sliding over her hips. He braced himself.

This was a bad idea, he thought. And yet… Old memories ran fresh through his mind. Hadn’t some of his worst ideas been some of the best?

. . .

Strahd thought he felt a small tugging sensation at the corner of his mind, as though he had forgotten something important. As though he had left a candle burning too close to something he shouldn’t have…

A feeling of dread crept over him. He tried to examine the feeling, to pull on the snagged thread, but the thought refused to reveal itself fully. And there was nothing worse than grasping at some crucial piece of information that simply would not come.

Strahd stood, balancing his fingertips against the top of his desk, and closed his eyes. He bowed his head, as though he were examining the lines of a battle map beneath his hands. That prickling sensation, behind his eyes. That was part of it. The apprehension constricting his chest could be anything yet, so that, he ignored.

There was something else. A tenuous thing. A fog of an image, or a feeling, still too hazy to make out.

Distantly, he heard Sasha shriek.

. . .

She giggled when Alek flipped her around.

[To cover my own butt, I'm guessing you should hop over to Ao3 for the rest.] ↓↓↓ * * * [Ao3 Collection] [prompt list by @syrips]

[seoulmatez]

Hi Sua 😻 hope u had a gr8 day/ night today!

Just wanna pop this idea here and lowkey (highkey) was inspired by my own misery / tom foolery yesterday 😭

Although both FH! Boothill and Reader are over the age for HS prom, Boothill seems like the type to take the reader out for a dance when he learns that she either:

A. Got rejected

B. Didnt get asked

Or C. The guy she was getting close with ended up breaking it off and a few months after it, he asked another girl out to prom 🫡 (heavily inspired by what I went thru yesterday)

Reader doesnt show it in her face but she was totally devistated by it even if it was years ago, but brushes it off when anyone and ESPECIALLY Boothill asks.

Boothill taking her out at night and told her to wear her best dress. Reader complying and very confused as to why hes wearing a semi formal outfit (could be a suit!) And having no idea where they are going.

The destination in my mind, could be either the hill or some fancy bar quite far from town.

If it's the hill, he totally sets up a speaker and ambiance for the dance all by himself and asks the reader for a dance 😭😭😭

Then we'd know that he did this because of our failed HS prom night. ID MELT RIGHT THEN AND THERE TBHHH 🫡❤️❤️❤️

Anyways! This was just a food for thought, Ive already gotten over that whole thing yesterday and I can just laugh it off. Glad I could turn that into some form of HS / scenario for our Farmhand Boothill xx

Sorry if this seem quite messy I was just pouring my ideas out 😭

Much love!

- kichi 🤍

hello kichi! omg i am so sorry that happened to u! idk if u ended up or are still planning on going but either way i hope it is (or was) still a fun experience for u bc u definitely deserve it 🫶🏽 but! this is very much something he would do! he definitely doesn’t come off as the sentimental type but i think boothill is actually one who holds onto memories and after hearing about this unfavorable one, he’s jumping at the opportunity to give reader a redo. he’s totally going out of his way to make sure that, even if it’s late, reader still has a good memory to look back on when she thinks of prom! and reader would be so touched that he took the time to do that for her 🥺

[canonicallyobserving911]

Seven Sentence Sunday

FanonWriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Eddie’s moving on but the question is, will he really be able to?

Here’s a section from the fic I’m currently working on.

I started writing this fic right after 6x9 “Red Flag” aired but I lost all motivation to finish it because of the way Buck’s storyline was handled.  So, I left it in my drafts for over a month but after I completed my first fic, “After the Well”, last week, I revisited this one and now I’m working on it again.

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Eddie slams his locker door shut, a little harder than he intended to but then he finally turns to face Buck.

He doesn’t meet Buck’s eyes but he does say with a bit of tightness in his voice, “Like I said last night or early this morning, whichever it was since it was so late or too early when you called, is this something we should congratulate you for? Like Chimney said, there aren’t any rules for this.”

Buck pulls back like he can’t believe his ears which makes it clear to Eddie that he’s shocked by Eddie’s response.

“Well, there might not be any rules but I thought everyone would be happy for me because I was able to help them get what they want…and now we’re—uh…I—I mean they’re going to have a baby.”

Eddie’s trying not to get frustrated with Buck because he’s not sure what Buck wants from him especially since Buck never talked to him about any of this sperm donor foolery in the first place.  Sure it’s Buck’s life and his sperm so he can do whatever he wants with it but Eddie thought they had moved past the phase of not talking about the ‘important’ things when they made up after the lawsuit.

He takes a deep breath, meets Buck’s eyes, shrugs his shoulders and says, “Buck, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Eddie! I want to know what you think because I’m happy that I was able to help my friend have a child.  And um…I thought we had already moved past the phase of not talking to each other about stuff.”

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[m0e-ru]

hey just changed my discord icon into a kagu one who wants to hear about gsaslau ep iznmi /crickets/ alright ‼️🎉🎉

well the main p4 plot’s ended; Mim’s rescued from themself (izanami-no-ōkami) and the world of the human unconscious has returned into a forest now cleared of fog. Mim coexists with Marie as Inaba’s deities and are in the middle of a rehab period and trying to figure out their own identities while doing their job as gods.

While the two have the powers of a collective unconscious’ deites, Izanami-no-Ōkami, who separated from Mim had been defeated with “Myriad Truths.” This dispelled the entity being powered by humans’ desire to hide the truth. However, it wasn’t enough, and remnants of power still survived; Hi-no-Kagutsuchi. He continued to exist from the people’s self-preservation and desire for solitude, which originated from the hysteria during the late-year fog.

Now all three of them are fighting for the collective’s focus, to see which desire humans would lean towards and grants these deities their powers in the first place.

Even when the forest was cleared of fog, there was no guarantee anything was really “back to normal.” Kagutsuchi had already recruited Sho Minazuki, making a deal with him after coming forward, attracted by his beaten and battered heart.

A separate pocket realm had been created in the forest almost hidden from the other two’s perception, but they found it anyway; a gross reconstruction of the hollowed world, trusses spread about, cables scattered everywhere, gross blaring lights that lit up a scene. Labrys’ heart sprouted a new TV studio, as ambitious as a whole school enough to withstand a tournament where friends would fight one another.

The floor of the forest shook and quaked, the two couldn’t stand around doing nothing. But they were told they couldn’t intervene with the guest’s new trial, said Margaret. Seething with anger, the taller deity bared their teeth making a wonderful first impression to the woman they wanted to express their gratitude for taking care of Marie when they haplessly threw her aside.

But as deities, it was their duty to look at the bigger picture, figure out what was going on. Not focus on a single poor soul that another handful of good hearts could help. They agreed not to intervene, but they observed the best they could.

It wasn’t enough. The forest had grown dark and the moon turned a blood red. Fog flooded the area and everything changed so dreamily, like blood seeping into fabric and turning into a deep brown rust. The worlds had merged. Again.

It was Kagutschi’s homemade “Dark Hour,” or whatever he could get out of those red headed brats. Their poor Inaba had been turned into a nightmare-ish hellscape. People “transmogrified” and were left like coffins standing tall and silently in the makeshift night. Fortunately, the two prepared a place to keep them all safe beforehand, using much of their power to bring the normal folk into their pocket haven and keep it working, lest they all get swept up in this fiery god’s excitement.

The two devise a plan to reach Kagutsuchi and the boy that wished for the world, and see that every Persona user remaining is safe and sound. The two split up from there, Marie heading for her friends and their friends and her unnamed company climb the gaudy tower that reached the moon.

Tohru Adachi had been “recruited” himself. Ushered quite aggressively into the world to help complete it. A world he once tried to complete already, in exchange for a promise that would never had been granted. Nodding and agreeing and negotiating a handful here and there to hear what he needs to hear. He hoped not to show the heavy heart he had thinking of friend he had to point a gun towards just to save from their own foolery. Where are they in this mess? he thought, the ones who were supposed to take care of the world(s).

But it’s not like the sun and moon hadn’t thought of that. Why even bring him here in the first place? He was nothing but bait. And they just told him to help around, beat up a few a Persona users or too, make use of the freak he awakened to.

[ I WILL NOT LIE I HAVENT FLESHED OUT THIS PART YET. OR THE NEXT. SORRY I’LL PROBABLY MAKE A SEPARATE POST INSTEAD WHEN I FIGURE IT OUT SORRY FOR MASSACRING YOUR BOYS ARENA THINKERS ]

bullshitting this part a bit but Kagu made Marie and Mim fakes and he generally calls the two blue Izanami (derogatory) and red Izanami (derogatory) he’s so silly

theyre both exaggerations of the concept that Marie is nothing but a crybaby who wants to live and wants to make mim as guilty as possible over matters they’ve already resolved but gnaws on the fact they wanted to kill Marie once before the whole euthanasia thing

and Mim is a heartless and empty husk of a god born to do nothing but accomplish a duty no matter how immoral it actually is because humans asked for it ! and this thing wants to scare the wit out of Marie and tell her that her dumb sibling is a stagnant and never changing piece of shit that thinks they know what’s best for humans despite not being human or having a heart at all

they’re both designed to Kill making them the strongest and the most hassle of Fakes to make but Kagu is a bit proud since watching them fight is entertaining. ohh the drama hes so good at making impostors that chew on the darkest parts of your soul

i must’ve mentioned this before but sho has like . mommy issues now sorry ikutsuki.

2010, a whole year before the split actually, Sho and Minazuki were able to spend time with Izy before she was torn apart into Mim and Marie.

Sho saw her as a mother figure while Minazuki sort of made himself her mentee and learn from her how to be a good guardian especially for Sho.

Sho kept their hair long just so Izy could still comb it which is usually what gave them time to talk besides waiting for a sun shower to happen. and other times they’ve been able to meet.

Izy had split and the two felt nothing but betrayed. Sho lost someone he really could call a loved one and Minazuki fell back into his mindset they should’ve never trusted another parent figure despite her departure being out of her hands. They still kept the same comb she’d use for their hair which allowed them to keep their memories of her when Mim erased it from everyone else’s head out of spite.

Kagutsuchi made a vague agreement that he’d end the world and offer them solitude with Izy. The whole plan being to gather Persona users and chip off their powers to make his body and/or take Marie and Mim and “put them back together.”

Sho and Minazuki knew this was sketchy so they decided they’d just get Izy back and do the merging ritual themselves and she’ll be the one to fend off Kagu. Why bother rounding up a mass of power when theres already one solution to get things back? nobody really trusted each other

Kagu just wanted the Persona fragments to get an upper hand at the two remaining deities. Or he could order them to be brought to his presence and he’d defeat them easily. There was no way to bring two pieces together when they’ve already grown into two things so different.

Adachi is uh . well. he’s there. he’s authentically awakened to his Persona so his head doesn’t hurt and he has a proper tarot to crush and his aura’s blue instead of red. i havent really properly mapped out his involvement and motives yet.

it’s established he knows Mim and Marie are deities and this bear. thing. is also one he assumes as its spearheading the whole tournament thing and says outright he made the world. He knows the worlds are merged and gets flashbacks to his time in Magatsu-Inaba, being bestowed a bit of god’s knowledge and all.

So! Those two guys are in danger and this bear thing gritting its teeth whenever he’s around should mean something. Kagu doesn’t really want him there but keeps around as bait for Mim specifically, and to distract Sho from its true plans or whatever i’ll get a dream about this all sooner or later.

this part gets even blurrier but adachi still gets beaten up i don’t know when but he should.

souji AND labrys they’re uh. they were supposed to be able to talk to sho and zukki i forgot how i implemented that ohhh well sorry for the tunnel vision

Marie gets to check on everybody but gets abducted to the tower. Mim was crucified and has been holding out the whole time. Sho and Minazuki try doing the merging ritual but after a whole video game monologue of him being explained to how nothing was going to work and holding up the comb keepsake was pretty stupid, Kagu comes over and is like ‘boo boooo you took too long im going to use his body and rightfully realize my true self as god with these gathered Persona fragments and end the world. haha’

They get to resonate with one another and summon Izy in the form of a Persona, their own Izanami-no-Mikoto with the strength of both of their hearts as one because im dramatic. the myth has changed and izanami herself has been able to calm down her own child instead of killing her

Izy had been able to talk to Sho and Minazuki resolving mostly everything. She herself may be gone but her love has never left. just reborn into those who do still care about him and those who will care if he ever lets them into his life. Minazuki lives on as Tsukiyomi and he floats down to meet Souji and Labrys. they duke it out and Marie and Mim settles down with Kagutsuchi. whatever remnant of a child’s pitch black body might it be.

The tower collapses and the Velvet Room attendants bring everyone to the forest cleared of fog that Mim and Marie are relieved to see again. Time is moving once again and the normal folk are back home as if nothing had happened. The Shadow Ops still astonished how … peaceful Inaba’s unconscious really is without anyone meddling with it or humans causing their own downfall. and comically dumbfounded that the exit is a TV monitor out of all things. didn’t look like it was plugged in at all. I mean it’s something familiar to all of them so why not keep the doorways that way

adachis promptly returned to his holding cell, but not enough time to mend his suit nor fix his face. a few more months of pointless psych evals for him i guess

aaand im pooped go ask about it more sometime but hopefully this transitions to Kusumi Household

[lexijaynex]

🦩DAY 16 (9/28/23)🎀

Okay! I’m online, I logged in at 1:43p, got my first private and he did a decent show! I’m doing it from the bed and it’s nice, I think I’m liking it. Idk, it’s definitely bringing out the more sensual side of myself lol. Anywho I’m 18 minutes in at $21, so hopefully it’s fast like this!

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Alright I’m 1hr 22mins in and I’m seeing the BS lol. It’s 277 ebonies online so it’s slowing down, and I’m getting a lot of raunchy people! Lol like i didn’t know people got down this bad in the afternoon, but as long as they’re paying I don’t care, but chile they ain’t payin, so they gettin the block!

I had one dude want a*al from me in private chat, which is fine, both of my chats cost the same ($9.99, which I think I’m gonna put my private back to $11.99, because I’m getting more of those in and out folks. Idk how I feel about it yet tho, because I really don’t even have to do much, and I still get coin so idk), but he wanted a*al in the first minute. I didn’t even feel like explaining because it’s written on my profile how I move through a show like that, I just blocked him. I said like, “well since you can’t read I’ma help you out,” and blocked him. It was just the way he requested it, he was just very rude. All money ain’t good money, and I don’t take money from everyone. It may be bad for my business, but if you’re not adult enough to show me an ounce of respect, I have no respect for you or your money. Even though people are paying, I just don’t feel like I have to accept just any ol’ kind of fonky ass treatment, I will take your money and block you. Grow up and treat people right. Get a new account and act right; come back with some BS you get blocked again. Like I’m very low tolerance, even in my personal life, I just don’t feel like I have to deal with anyone who treats me poorly.

Also there were so many guys coming in and writing like Watt-pad paragraphs. I didn’t even read them, I just blocked them or was like “sounds cool,” if they talked about a show, but then they’d just leave because they wanted me to indulge them more. Maybe it’s a flaw I have to fix, but I’m just like a “get to the point,” type of person. I’m not reading your scenarios and responding to your fantasies…you’re getting off on me for free. Or the little tricks like “let me see your outfit,” or “can I see your legs,” like come on lol. I have presets or the block button to deal with that. Now don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t make me mad or anything, it actually concerns me, because how many girls are just entertaining this BS for free, thinking they’re gonna get a show out of it? And I’m only so confident in my ways because I’ve been there, done that. Inside the club and online, they pull the same Tom foolery every time. Like sure flirt a little, laugh, respond, that’s perfectly fine, but I’m not giving it all away. I’ve indulged many customers that way, then they’d think we were friends or got too comfortable and stopped paying me. You have to command the money, or they get lost in the sauce, and then you’ve wasted your time. Just be careful :)

Anyways it’s moving slow and I have some errands to run before I leave my staycation. When I get back, I’ll go ahead and cam, probably late night until payout, so that will be up tomorrow!!

Thanks for reading! 💕

[apocalypticdoll]

I'm always excited for a text late at night but it's always just Fitbit telling me to go to bed

[thora-jane]

girlies I'm doing it. I'm writing ridiculously self-indulgent fanfic in order to cope.

[mochie85]

Man of The Month Part 4: April

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Summary: It's Shaun's turn in front of the camera and he has a few tricks up his sleeve or lack thereof to impress you. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Fluff

The next day brought on a new kind of worry. Tony’s words rang in your ears, “The gun show starts with Ten Rings.”

Shang-chi, or Shaun as he asked you to call him, was gorgeous. He had the body of a well-toned athlete and the dry humor of a charming late-night talk show host. All of which would endear anyone to him.

And that’s exactly how you saw him, endearing. But did you see him as anything more? You hadn’t really thought about it.

He was very popular with the ladies. The tower was surrounded with fans for most of the guys and there would be a sprinkling of Shaun’s fans scattered within them.

The interactions you had with him were very few. You haven’t even been on a mission together. You’ve only hung out at the tower or at karaoke nights when Sam and Thor corral the rest of the team for some drunken foolery.

“So over here?” Shaun asked, bringing you back to reality.

“Ya, wherever you want.” You waved at the room as you prepared your camera. “Go wherever you feel comfortable.”

Shaun walked around your studio, trying to get a feel of where he could impress you the most. He saw some workout equipment and wondered if you would be impressed by that. He looked over to you slyly, seeing if you were watching him as he artfully took off his shirt when your eyes met.

You blushed and forced yourself not to turn away. You’ve seen these guys with their shirts off, walking around at the gym, working out. But there was something intimate about the way your eyes met when Shaun took off his shirt.

Get a grip! You’re gonna have to shoot some of the guys in less clothing. Better get used to it now.

He picked up some dumbbells and proceeded to lift them into bicep curls. You looked through the eyepiece in your camera and lined up some shots. You took a few more with him using different equipment but nothing was screaming out at you. It didn’t feel natural.

Shaun felt a little crestfallen at your lack of reaction and obvious dismay. I should’ve known it wouldn’t impress her. She works out with us every day. I need to show her something different.

He didn’t let that bother him though. Instead, he chose to stay positive and see what else he can do to impress you. So, he looked around the studio trying to see what else he might astound you with.

That’s when Shaun saw the small kitchen you had in your studio. “Is this part of your set-up?”

“Hmm? Oh no, it’s just my break area,” you said playing with the light ring. “Tony had it modularly installed so that he can keep me in here non-stop like a workhorse for this calendar.” Shaun gave you a bewildered look. “I’m joking,” you laughed. “Sorta…Tony ends up getting me delivery most days to try and stay on my good side.”

“Well, have you eaten at all today?” He asked.

“I had half a muffin earlier and two Tic Tacs.”

“That’s not a meal. That’s not even a full pastry and breath mints? Let me cook you something,” he said as he walked over to the fridge and opened it.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing in the fridge.” You said watching him as he pulled out a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon.

“Nothing in the fridge? Girl this must be hundreds if not thousands of dollars!” he exclaimed holding up the bottle.

“Tony must’ve put it in there. I don’t remember ever opening that fridge.” You laughed.

“Ok. I’ll be right back.” Shaun left the studio to go upstairs toward the communal kitchen. No one was around except for Loki, who was sitting on the living room couch reading.

Loki looked up upon hearing your door open. He was dismayed to see a half-naked man exiting your studio. Shaun waved his greeting as he headed straight to the fridge. Loki narrowed his eyes and nodded his greeting in return.

Loki watched as he pulled out a carton of eggs, amongst other groceries, and balanced them all in his arms. The last thing Shaun took was a can of whip cream, but only after looking at it decidedly longer than he should have. Making Loki uncomfortable at what he might be planning with you.

Shaun came back into the studio, arms filled with enough food to feed a small family.

“What uh- what are ya making there?” You asked as he set all the food down. He brought down eggs, cheese, and pancake mix in a bowl. From his back pocket, he pulled out a can of whip cream that he placed on the counter.

He turned to look around the kitchen for something. You used this unguarded moment to take a couple more snapshots with the remote control you had in your hand. He found an apron hung by the side of the fridge and proceeded to put it on.

You watched as he filled two champagne flutes with orange juice. After the loud pop of the champagne bottle, he continued to fill the rest of the glass.

“For today’s menu, my two specialties are omelets and pancakes,” he smiled as he handed you your mimosa. “What would the lady like this morning?” He laid a towel over his arm and bowed to you, eliciting a smile from your lips that had him take a quick breath.

“Ooh…a man that can cook. Ok, how ‘bout an omelet?”

“What would you like in it? I brought a bunch of stuff from upstairs to make it with.”

“Simple cheese would be fine. Don’t strain yourself over me,” you said blushing as you fidgeted with the remote in your hand.

“You’re no bother at all! I love to cook. I hope I get to do it with you more often,” he said laden with promises of the future. You watched Shaun work his way around the kitchen. He threw an egg in the air and cracked it with the side of the spatula. A proud grin on his face when he saw your eyes widen with surprise.

“Ooh, and he’s got tricks.” You laughed.

“That’s nothing. Watch this.” He took an egg and placed it in the crook of his elbow. He raised his eyebrows as he proceeded to curl his bicep and crack the egg open, the yolk and albumen spilling into the bowl. You stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I washed my arm.” And then you lost it. You laughed so hard at his charm and quirky sense of humor.

“How did you do that?”

“It’s not hard. I think you have the muscle for it. Here try it.” Shaun grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body so close to you as he placed an egg at the bend of your arm. His thumb grazed against your elbow as he held it. “Now flex,” he whispered. “Like you’re Thor showing off to his fangirls downstairs.”

You giggled at the silliness of it all, and you had to admit, that you were having fun. Shaun’s playful nature always made you laugh, making you feel carefree. You bit on your lip as you tried to focus on cracking the egg but instead were distracted by Shaun’s own body so close to you. You watched his graceful hands move as he flipped the pan, making a perfect half-crescent omelet. He went out of his way to make you something. And that immediately warmed your heart.

You flexed hard and tried multiple times, but the egg wouldn’t crack. The egg dropped to the floor and Shaun was quick to provide you with a new one. You laughed every time you failed. Each egg kept dropping to the floor and the two of you were making a mess everywhere.

Outside, Loki had ventured closer to your studio door. He could hear the melodic tones of your laughter as the two of you spent time together. His overactive mind giving him vivid scenarios of you laughing while Xu uses the can of whip cream he brought down. Was Shaun the one you’d been harboring feelings for? The revelation struck him blind. In all sincerity, he thought he would only have to contend with the soldiers. But the looks all around the table at that meeting a couple of days ago said otherwise.

Loki ran his hands over his face when a sudden crash went off inside your studio and he heard you scream a surprise. Worried, Loki quickly ran over to see if you needed help.

“Scopes?” Loki yelled out. The giant studio seemed empty until he heard the sweet call of your laughter coming from your kitchen.

Loki’s eyes widened at the scene he saw unfolding in front of him. You were in Shaun’s arms. The two of you covered head to toe in flour. Laughing and giggling as if you had just done something so mischievous.

“Ahem.” Loki cleared his throat out loud. You turned to face him. Your red blush showing through the white flour covering your cheeks. Shaun stood you upright and then tried to dust the pancake mix off his face.

“Loki!” you cried and pushed yourself away from Shaun’s embrace.

“I was passing by, and it sounded like you needed help outside. I wanted to make sure you were all right. But I see now that you are in...very capable hands.” Loki growled.

“I-uh, we were just…” your mind scrambled to come up with a reason as to why you were in Shaun’s arms. You didn’t think that Loki would care but you didn’t want rumors going around about something that wasn’t true. “Shaun was teaching me how to crack an egg and I slipped on the ones that fell on the floor. Luckily, he caught me, but not before I grabbed the bowl of pancake mix and launched it up into the air.”

“I see. You don’t need to explain anything to me, Scopes. I just wanted to make sure you were not in danger.” Loki said coolly.

“Thank you,” you said gently as you looked into each other’s eyes. His statement cracked your heart. Of course, he wouldn’t care. Why would Loki get jealous if you were in another man’s arms?

Shaun paused, watching the interaction between the two of you. Especially yours. A small smile played on his lips as he put all the pieces together.

Shaun bristled as Loki gave him one last stare and left the studio. Oh, no. That’s not good. Did I just get cursed by a god?

“Ah-why don’t you eat, while I clean this up.” Shaun offered.

“I can help.”

“No. No. I insist. I made this for you. You should enjoy it while it’s hot.”

“Thank you.” You said as you tucked in to your delicious cheese omelet. “It’s lovely.”

“So…” Shaun tried. “You and Loki, huh?” he said raising his eyebrow.

You choked on the morsel that was in your mouth at his statement. He patted you on the back, handing you your glass of mimosa. “I, uh…”

“Don’t deny it, Scopes. I saw how red you turned when he walked into the room.”

“Ok. I won’t! But you can’t tell anybody.”

“Why not? Just go for it. YOLO, my friend.”

“Ya and that life would end as soon as he laughs in my face and rejects me,” you mumbled as you took another sip of your glass. Shaun vaguely remembers the meeting they all had about this calendar. Apart from Tony, Clint, Rhodey, and Bruce, he was pretty sure that everyone else in that room had the hots for you.

“I don’t think…”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone!” You demanded.

“Okay, okay I promise.” He relented. “But-” he quickly turned his expression giving way to a devious smile on his face. “-you’ll have to do something for me.”

“Oh God, what is it?” you groaned.

“You have to do three duets with me next karaoke night,” he said holding up three fingers.

“What!”

“Take it or leave it, Scopes.”

“One song.”

“Two songs!”

“Fine. Two songs. Both my choice.” You fumed.

“Deal!”

“Deal.” You both shook hands. “Now clean this up while I finish this delicious breakfast.” You commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed as he reached for the paper towels.

In the end, Shaun chose one of the candid shots you took of him as he was searching for the apron. “You make me look good.” He said staring at your computer.

“You already look good. I just took the picture.” You remarked.

Having spent most of the day cleaning and cooking, Shaun left you to finish working on his page as he went upstairs. He was surprised to find everybody there.

Loki gave him a look of annoyance as his lips thinned and his eyes narrowed. “Well, it’s not me guys,” Shaun exclaimed to everyone in the group, shaking his hair of excess flour.

There was a visible sigh of relief from some of the other men who haven’t had their turn yet. Most notably from the god of mischief himself.

“Oh, let’s not all get too sad about it,” Shaun said sarcastically.

“My condolences, Mister Xu.” Vision said as he held Wanda’s hand. “I know you were looking forward to today.”

“That’s all right. I got a good singing partner out of it.”

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[lovely--lover]

Hellfire Club Things

Just my thoughts on the Hellfire Club members and there role in the club 😊 thank you for the idea @sat-nam-saint​ 

Eddie Munson

🔥The leader of course!! Bosses everyone around and tells them what to do and they listen because they all look up to him

🔥Takes credit for the creation of Corroded Coffin but it was totally Gareth's idea. Gareth was like we should start a band 😊 and Eddie said no that's stupid and like 2 weeks later Eddie was like we should start a band 😊 and ta da Corroded Coffin was made

🔥Loves to DM because he gets to do different voices and be dramatic the entire time (and he gets to control the story)

🔥Asked his uncle to build him the D&D table because the one the school gave wasn't big enough. He and his Uncle stayed late at the school for a week building it.

🔥Gives all the members a ride home when it rains because if they were sick they couldn't make game night but its actually because he loves them or whatever 🙄 lol

Gareth

🔥 All I can say is poor Gareth 😔

🔥Gareth is the Hellfire Club pickle trash can. If its cheeseburger day at school there will be a small pile of pickles on his tray and the other members won’t let him leave until they're gone.

🔥“Gareth this smells weird...eat it” “Gareth I saw a spider in this box.....stick your hand in it” “Gareth there’s something on your shirt.....got you!”

🔥Eddie throws dice at him when he’s mad

🔥 Watches romance movies and tried to talk about it with the club and everyone was like "Shut up Gareth" 🙄

🔥What I’m saying is Gareth cant catch a break!! 

Jeff

🔥He is the most ‘normal’ member of the group (his name is literally Jeff)

🔥Sets up study sessions for Gareth and Eddie. Eddie will not study at all and raid his pantry. Gareth will study for a little before joining Eddie and eating all of Jeffs food and playing his games. (And yes Jeff’s mom does yell at him because were does all the food keep going she just went grocery shopping 🙄)

🔥Secretly loves to bake and occasionally brings them to Hellfire Club and says his mom made them 

🔥Washes his Hellfire Club shirt by itself because he doesn't want it to accidently get ruined

🔥When the club name was being created he suggest Dice Dudes and Eddie was like I’ll hurt you don't say that ever again

Dustin Henderson

🔥 Watches romance movies and talks about them with Gareth in secret (he wants Eddie to think he's cool 🥺)

🔥Argues about the accuracy of fighting techniques in D&D

🔥When the other members need help with homework they immediately go to Dustin because he is the smartest of them all!

🔥Brags about having an amazing girlfriend Suzie to all the other members! And tries to give them dating and love advice since he is so experienced lol

🔥Always tells Eddie how he should continue the campaign and what should happen next. Writes out detailed documents to Eddie about different storylines

Mike Wheeler

🔥 Designated Hellfire Club spider killer. Everyone else is too baby but Mike is like whatever 🙄 stomps on it

🔥Puts up with the foolery because he likes D&D

🔥 Also is the foolery because he always comes late and unprepared to sessions. No dice, no pencil, character sheet? Must of left it at home

🔥Forgets Gareth's name so he’s always like “Hey....you!” because he doesn't want to ask and later on Dustin is like “You forgot his name again huh?”

🔥Honestly is there for the vibes and Dustin 

Lucas Sinclair

🔥What do you think 🙄

🔥(Before the betrayal) He would always forget to wear his Hellfire Club shirt

🔥Whenever something was up high or out of reach the other members would always ask Lucas to grab it

🔥The most reasonable D&D player and make everyone wait while he plans out the different scenarios that could happen and everyone is like omg hurry up!

Erica Sinclair

🔥Everyone is lowkey scared of Erica (as they should be 😌)

🔥Puts everyone in their place when they're out of line

🔥 Tells Eddie his hair is as bad as his DM skills when he gets on her nerves which is often

🔥 Gareth asked her about My Little Pony once and she was like get the hell away from me now!

Freak 1

🔥He’s there to laugh at Eddies jokes and hype him up basically

🔥 Chronic cheese dust fingers 

🔥I do not know this man sorry if he’s your babe or whatever lol

Masterlist

[bruhlsbees]

BRUHLSBEES OLD WORKS MASTERLISTS

a new and improved masterlist for all of my daniel bruhl, owen wilson, luke wilson, and murray bauman work. lately i've been on the cusp of getting back into a writing kick and a lot of my motivation for some of these pieces have gone right out the window (sorry to all my early followers). as much as i'd like to just delete these fics and move on i know some people do enjoy them so you'll find a lot of my early work either in the 'retired' section or in the 'early works' section. some retired pieces may be worked on in the future, but for now they'll remain in the void. thanks for understanding and hopefully i'll get more stuff out soon! :')

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RETIREMENT HOME

garden of eden (alex kerner x reader) - click here

sweet disposition (alex kerner x reader) - click here

paradox burning (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here

to the end (niki lauda x reader) - click here

second chance (writer!daniel x reader) - click here

FINISHED PIECES

bubbles (helmut zemo x reader) - part one & two (s)

five more minutes (helmut zemo x reader) - click here

it was real enough (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here

the haunting of heike zemo (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here

behind the mask (helmut zemo x reader) - click here (s)

i'm going in tonight (alex kerner x reader) - click here (s)

opposites attract (alex kerner x reader) - click here

baby paula (alex kerner x reader) - click here

at the cabin (alex kerner x reader - click here

dancing in the rain (alex kerner x reader) - click here

sapphire strings (andrea marowski x reader) - click here

modern!flatmate! andrea x reader headcannons - nsfw version & sfw version

broken wing (dr. laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here

bloodlust (vampire! laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here

kachow (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)

good luck charm (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)

jackpot (dark!daniel x reader) - click here (s)

tom foolery (clowniel x reader) - part one & two (s)

the first time (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here (s)

welcome home (chris burnett x reader) - click here

better man (ken hutchinson x reader) - click here (s)

the last night (anthony adams x reader) - click here

knock three times (murray bauman x reader) - click here (s)

murray bauman nsfw alphabet - part one & two (s)

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄. + 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. who knew that when you befriended the braced faced little kid from your DND club would lead to this.

pairing. eddie munson x reader

word count. 4.4k

genre and warnings. male reader, friends to lovers, mutual pinning, bed sharing, not a fix it fic, hurt no comfort, anxiety, follows ep eight, Nancy “pull tf up” wheeler, show canon, fluffly | —  so sorry that this is so late, don't forget to reblog 🤍

Being gay in a small town was hard. 

Of course, you weren't openly homosexual, knowing that even coming out to your parents in the small town was just asking for another target on your back.

Ever since you had hit your teenage years, your sexuality had just become something clear to you, but obviously not to others, including your best friend, Eddie Munson.

You had known Eddie since the early days of middle school. Growing up on the other side of the tracks, not many neighbors in the trailer park homes would surprisingly have children around the same age as you.

Usually young mothers with toddlers or older-looking teenagers fighting their parents at night, you felt like an outsider even in your own home until Eddie and Wayne came along.

At first, you didn't think much of the new family pulling in, just another troubled man with a child he had no business raising.

That's how you saw the Munsons from the first impression, even at a young age.

The shaved head and dark clothes gave you the impression that Eddie would no doubt give lip to his older guardian, including the times you would hear whispers about him in the small middle school about Eddie parading his loudmouth beliefs and class foolery that would always end with him in detention.

It would be a lie to say that you didn't at least find him interesting.

A small part of you was smitten with the confidence that he carried himself, his bold personality, and even a bolder sense of clothing choice.

You never had enough interest in him to speak to him, going nearly a year without interacting with each other until the night you heard your parents arguing outside the RV. 

The back and forth between the two was common, both raging alcoholics that carried their tempers while drunk.

Both screamed their heads off to get their point across about how they felt mistreated.

You were just a child having to listen to the constant back and forth unfold right in front of your face.

Balled up with your knees pushed against your chest as you clutched onto your pillow, pressing it against your ears so hard that you could feel your fist through the flattened cotton as you tried to stay as quiet as possible.

It was an impossible attempt with the stutter of your breath from crying.

The argument heated up, with someone punching against the RV.

The loud bang of their hand against the metal scared you enough to crawl on your knees to peek out of the window.

Drawing apart the curtains with your small fingers, watching just as your mother pointed her long nail into your father's chest, whatever they were yelling about, you couldn't quite follow along with the sound of your heart beating against your chest louder in compression of volume.

You did see your mother pull back her hand, your eyes widening as the loud smack followed. The final screw on the dam finally let loose as they began to throw punches at each other.

You didn't think, you never did almost become numb to the experience, almost as if it was muscle memory admitting to your parents to calm down, begging them to just get back inside and go to bed.

It was like a tiring cycle until that moment you got caught in the crossfire.

Stepping in between the two adults trying to push each other apart, you never expected to get your shiner.

Your father's fist going rogue instead of making contact with your face, the clear hard contact was enough to knock you on your ass, luckily not bouncing off the concrete but instead falling face first into the side of the RV with a loud thunk.

You couldn't remember much from that night, just bits and pieces of being pulled into Wayne’s arms, the older man berating your parents and threatening to call the cops, your mother crying at the sight of you, and you crying yourself to sleep as Eddie sat beside you on the floor that night on their couch.

Your eye was bruised quickly. The sting every time you would reach to rub away your tears always caught you off guard.

Eddie couldn’t help but steal glances at you, still half asleep after Wayne had barged into the home, waking him up from his sleep and ordering him to keep an eye on you as he went back outside to give the police his statement.

At the time, Eddie wasn’t much of a comforting child, just a scrawny bald twelve-year-old with deep brown eyes and an awkward smile.

"Do you like Metallica?" The question was stale over the depressing sounds of your sniffling, the red and blue lights leaking from the closed curtains not finding much silence from the thin walls.

Your shoulders shrugged in response to not seeing him knee crawl to his cassette player, grabbing a tape from his bookshelf before settling beside you on the couch.

There was a shift in the mood as he popped in the tape, a song lulling from the speakers loud enough to drown out all the commotion outside. 

The small moment was the start of the odd feelings you had towards Eddie Munson.

"Coming on ___, you love English. I know these grades aren't normal for you." Ms. Kelley was the only staff member that you’d admit in secret to being your favorite.

The young counselor had been seeing you since freshman year until your last.

It was expected of her to know you better than you had even known yourself. But what made her job a little bit harder was your emotional trauma.

You weren't a very talkative person, more on the skittish side compared to your friends. You weren't shy, just the type that found more efficiency in shorter replies.

"Sorry." like it was automatic.

The apology slipped from your lips, your eyes dancing around the room as your elbow perched against the armstand was a perfect place to rest your chin against.

"How is everything going at home?" The dreaded question that felt like ice against your skin, your eyes finally flickering to the older woman who only stared back in pure concern.

You hated the look of pity, fidgeting under it as she failed to comfort you like everyone else.

"It's fine." You were a compulsive liar. The truth was that everything had gone to shit again.

Your parents saw you as easy prey, the two predators, realizing that they would have a better chance of taking their anger out on you than each other, but you were smarter.

It had been a full week since you and Eddie had officially moved in together.

The tiny home only had one bedroom and a bathroom but was enough space to cram all of his rock posters and your music collection into, plus you two had no problem sharing a bed together, as you had been doing since you were kids.

The place always smelled like weed and stale corn chips, but any place away from your parents felt like a safe haven to you.

"Okay, how about sleeping?" You sighed, your gaze drawn away once more, your attention drawn to the posters behind her eyes rather than the actual conversation.

You weren’t always a troubled sleeper, the nightmares coming so suddenly that you hadn't even remembered when they had started.

It didn't help that most of your recent nights were spent next to Eddie, the brunette, turning into a snoring, slobbering mess the moment his head had hit the pillow, leaving you staring up at the ceiling trying to use music to lull the sudden anxiety you felt in your chest and the striking pain you got in your head.

"So the medication is working just fine, no nightmares, headaches, nothing?" You shake your head, despite having the same dream of Eddie over and over again.

Nothing but fear beats from your heart as your eyes flutter shut, surrounded by darkness and thundering red lighting so bright it makes you wince, forced to look down at Eddie resting limply at your legs, his eyes soulless and completely devoid of any traces of life as his body looked torn apart and ruined, as if a breast had torn him apart.

You hated the dream, along with the pit feeling in your chest every time you woke up next to him snoring softly.

You wanted your senior year to be comfortable and calm, wanted to just float through your classes until you could finally graduate and skip town with your best friend by your side, and then maybe you would feel comfortable enough to be yourself, to finally confess that one unspoken thing.

But alas, freshmen always had to fuck up something.

When you welcomed Mike, Dustin, and Lucas into the DND club that you and Eddie were co-presidents of, you never expected to be wrapped into the whole "the world is ending and we’re only kids" gang. Being thrown around, beaten up, and covered in filth was the last thing that you expected to come from your weekend of tagging along with Dustin.

The last couple of days were completely chaos-filled; your best friend being accused of murder; putting your life in danger with a group of people who you haven't even met before; having your ass handed to you on a silver platter by Jason, hiding out with Eddie in your dealer's old boat shack, and the entire town thinking you were some leader of a secret cultist murdering origination all because you liked to play DND.

But at least you were alive, or at least parts of you were, still unable to wrap your head around the whole supernatural being trying to invade your mind and kill off traumatized teenagers like you. 

"Check this out, the War Zone," Eddie spoke to everyone that rapped around the table: Nancy, Dustin, Steve, him, you, Robin, Erica, Max, and Lucas, all standing shoulder to shoulder to get sight of the old phonebook that Eddie slammed open against the table.

"I’ve been there once. It's huge. They've got everything you need for, well, uh, killing things, basically." As Eddie explained, you could recall a faint memory of your own father bringing up the weapon stores contained.

Since the town of Hawkins was just so small and wrapped in thick miles of woods, it was sort of expected for some people to take up hunting. You weren’t much of a gun-nut, but your father was.

"You think fake Rambo has enough guns there? Is that a grenade? " Robin dryly spoke. "I mean, how is any of this legal?"

"Well, lucky for it is so. This place is just far enough outside of Hawkins that as long as we steer clear of main roads, we ought to be able to avoid cops and angry hicks." Eddie’s eyes would flicker towards you every once in a while as he spoke, his gaze showing clear nervousness.

Which you could only assume from the fact that you were both now wanted for murder, but also because he felt like it was all his fault that you were practically roped into all of this in the first place.

You could only name a couple of people by their actual names.

Even if you tried your hardest, it had only been a few days since you had been introduced to Dustin’s group of friends, let alone been welcomed to the new evil dimension full of flesh-eating monsters that led to you having a pulsing claw mark scabbing across your bicep.

"If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called the War Zone." Erica was the most sarcastic, sharp-tongued middle schooler you’d ever met.

An unspoken alias since her introduction to the Hellfire Club, you were the first person to agree to Erica subbing for Lucas.

"Normally, I’d agree, but we need the weapons, so I think it’s worth the risk." Nancy Wheeler was the wildcard of all wildcards that you never expected to be in the same situation with.

Maybe it was because you grew up slightly envious of her seemingly perfect cookie-cutter suburban lifestyle, the few days after knowing it was clear that the perfect Barbie image you always envisioned was anything close to the layers of truth Nancy had tucked away from the public eye.

If you've been taught anything from the short amount of time of your life being flipped upside down, it was that you could never expect the unexpected.

"Me too." Lucas agreed, him and Dustin being the only people you were on a first-name basis with before any of this started.

"Yea, but is it worth the time? It’ll take all day to bike there and back." Dustin input

"Who said we were biking?" Your interruption now had all eyes on you as you stood up straight, your arms crossing over your chest as an idea instantly formed in your mind, almost like a lightbulb had just clicked in your eyes.

"What, you got some sort of car we don’t know about?" Steve asked as Eddie seemed to instantly catch on to your sudden plan.

"It's not exactly a car, Steve." A small smirk stretched slowly from his lips as he was quick to back you up.

"And it’s not exactly mine, but I think I have some sort of say on if we can use it." Like you two were locked in, you shared a knowing look with Eddie. You could already see the gears and bolts turning in his head trying to figure something out for you.

"Hey, Red," Eddie’s body turned away from you to speak to Max. "You got a ski mask or a bandanna, something like that?" Max’s head tilted in thought as she thought of something. Her brow quirked.

The Michael Myers fit around Eddie’s face comically, as you tied the black bandana snuggly across your face.

The disguises were the best that you could do on short notice as Eddie took place in the front, leading the group through the corners and crevasses of the trailer park, sneaking to the other side of your parent's RV trailer, crouching down on his knee to help you be the first to climb in through the window and inside the motor home.

You were quick on your feet, shuffling to the front and locking the door as everyone rushed in. Plunging into the driver's seat, your eyes searched the dash panically, your eyes tracing over the compartment before groaning.

"No keys?" Eddie sighed, his head ducking down low, inches away from your face.

"It’s okay, shouldn’t be much of a problem, not for us anyways." You revealed the set of pliers you grabbed from the dash.

The male nodding almost proudly at you as you two switched positions, Eddie ducking down to grab the tangle of wires under the wheel.

"Where’d you learn to do this?" Steve asked, leaning in over Eddie’s shoulder.

You couldn’t help but peek your head up from the front window, watching your parents lounge in their lawn chairs outside.

You weren't necessarily on good terms with your parents.

Being raised by only your father for most of your life, it was a bit of an odd relationship that formed with your mother the moment she decided that she wanted you back into her life.

The drastic change of having someone else in your home was enough to drive you completely up the wall. Your family was cracking from the inside from the amount of untalked about trauma and issues feasting within the walls.

"Oh shit," you muttered as you retreated out of sight, watching your parents stumble from their chairs and bang on the front door.

Everyone panicked as they scrambled around in the RV, shouting at Steve to start the truck. You peeked out the back window as the vehicle pushed forward, watching your parents' reflection get smaller and smaller as Steve drove away.

“Dude, I am so grounded when we get back….” 

The drive out of town and to War Zone allowed you to finally slow down, think, and feel the sound of the road lulling your eyes to close.

resting with your arms crossed and your head leaning against the back wall of the driver's seat. Eddie had scooted himself closer to you, his head resting against your shoulder in a slightly teasing manner.

"What are you thinking about?" Your lips pressed together in acknowledgement, your thoughts quieter than they'd been in a long time, too busy fending for your life to have any inner dialogue to keep your brain going. 

"I don't know just how weird everything is." You spoke softly. I’m just scared, I guess. Truthfully, I never expected to spend my weekend killing dema-whatever with Hawkins finest, Nancy Wheeler."

Eddie chuckled, hesitating before letting his fingers interlock with yours. Whatever you two had going on had seemed to move to the next step.

It was clear that he had something on his mind. The entire drive you noticed his eyes dancing around, one moment to just focus back on you. "Maybe you could write about all of this when we’re out, turn into a badass rich author and make us all famous."

"Yeah, and I'll call it: freaks and aliens."

★  .  .  .    !

There wasn’t a class or any book guides in school that taught you how to make the best defensive weapons.

Yet the group of kids managed to handle their own, grabbing at scraps left around the RV and things bought from the store to build the best of what they had to use, which included the trash lids you were hammering nails into. 

"How’s she feeling?" Dustin asked, glancing up at him swinging the makeshift shield about, practicing some blocks as he lifted the metal. 

"Light but durable, deadly but reliable."

"And very badass." You added, still hammering your finishing nails into the shield, as you chuckled alongside Dustin.

"Hear me now," Eddie said, crouching down in front of you to catch your gaze as his fingers hooked under your chin and lifted your head, forcing your full attention on him.

"There will be no more retreating from ___ and Eddie the banished." Dustin couldn't help but look at you two in true admiration.

He didn't have to figure anything out, simply knowing that the look in Eddie’s eyes was something similar to how he would look at Suzie. He was happy that you two were comfortable enough to be that comfortable around him.

"Hey, you're really ready for bat-tle." he chortled, settling once he had noticed your bored expression and Eddie’s dumb blank look of confusion.

"Aw man, I thought that was a good one," he muttered before Eddie could almost shove Dustin to the ground, the two wrestling childishly behind you as you continued the finishing touches to your tin can shield.

"Okay, I want to run through it one more time."

The RV had a stale stance that you had already used to, as old food reeked from the cheap metal fridge mixed with the gross must that fumed from the seat cushions you had sat against.

You were layered in thick, mismatched articles of clothing, grabbing anything that you could afford at the armory store to protect yourself with, patterns clashing and fabrics rubbing roughly against your skin.

You opted to not pout much about it, opting that the tight makeshift bandage on your arm that Eddie had to hold you down to finish was better than bleeding out.

Along with the splinter that stuck itself in the bud of your finger from the amateur-crafted spare Eddie tossed at you.

"Phase one," Nancy called out, the RV thick with a serious atmosphere, the teenagers that sat around understanding the stern seriousness of their fate if even a thing had fallen out of place from their constructed plan.

"We meet Erica at the playground," Robin gasped. "She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready." Nancy nodded along, going over the plan in her head as Robin spoke.

"Phase two." Nancy's voice held a new sense of courage and authority; she was no longer the preppy high schooler that cared about her school grades.

The older Wheeler child was more concerned with avenging her best friends, saving Hawkins for good, and simply getting all of this apocalypse nonsense over with so she could kick her way to a fresh start at college.

"Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance." Steve Harrington, though he had his fair share of bites and bruises.

"Phase three."

"Me, Dustin, and Eddie are on bat duty. Draw 'em out." You answered efficiently, welcoming Eddie’s touch as his fingers hooked around your belt loop and tugged you closer to him.

You understood Eddie’s love language being touch, the many times he would cuddle next to you in bed despite there being a pillow wall separating you two.

Nobody moves onto the next phase until we’ve all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan no matter what. Got it? "

We all agreed, including you grabbing your spear and heading towards your and Eddie’s home.

Steve was the first to climb the rope into the portal that gaped open from your ceiling into the upside-down dimension. Following everyone else and their weapons, being back in the place of nightmares sends a chill up your spine.

"Hey guys," Steve says, as he turns to face the three of you. "If things go south, you abort. Draw the attention of the bats, keep busy, and we'll take care of Vecna. Don't try to be cute or a hero or something." Although the comment was supposed to be comforting, you felt small and slightly insulted.

"Steve, we get it. You're the hero. We're not." You were sarcastically defeated with a hesitant fist bump from the brunette, the look in his eye saying that it wasn't with any ill-intent but you hadn’t given him enough time to respond before Eddie could add.

"Steve, make him pay.”

★  .  .  .    !

Everything had been smooth sailing, distracting the bats with the badass bass duo of your favorite song from the rock band that had brought you and Eddie together.

You don't know how it all went wrong so quickly, how the plan had unraveled with one loose thread being tugged and tugged, until you had gotten to this very moment trapped in the RV with Dustin and Eddie as the bats hoarded outside, forcing themselves inside slowly.

You don't know where the idea came from; it was like you had acted on impulse once more. The familiar feeling of being trapped like prey being hunted just didn't sit right with you anymore.

You were tired of constantly having someone else fight your battles; you were tired of being hunted.

Using your spear to cut the rope, the moment that Eddie and Dustin were safe on the other side, you picked yourself back up and geared yourself despite their yells of protest, "___, what are you doing?"

"I don't know, but it just feels right."

Using your uninjured shoulder, slam against the front door and run as fast as your legs will allow.

Adrenaline coursing through your veins as you hopped on a bike and pedaled through the upside down, you got as far as you could before being thrown off the bike.

You pointed your shield in the air, swiping at the bats as some of them managed to bite at you, landing hard but not hard enough to knock you off your feet. The burning feeling of your own flesh tearing from your body was more than unbearable.

You just had to hold out.

Your spear was whipped out of your hand, and you only had your shield to defend yourself.

You just had to hold out.

You couldn't hear Eddie or Dustin shouting your name over the swarm clawing at you. Your shield quickly grew pointless the moment that a tail wrapped around your neck, tugging you off your feet.

You just had to hold out. 

The dema-bats had quickly gotten the upper hand, tugging tightly on your limbs as they held you down, the others taking advantage of your bound state and ripping into your exposed skin, wailing out in pain as you were starting to get eaten alive.

"___? Get up, please just get up." Eddie rushed towards you, stepping over the pile of dead dema-bats that circled around your limp body.

He had quickly fallen to his knees beside you, pulling your head down against his chest as you struggled against the puddling copper taste of your own blood pool in your mouth.

Everything hurt, yet you felt so numb at the same time.

"Ed’s just, just let me catch my breath," you struggled, a sharp pain shooting from every direction of your body it hurt to think about moving around. 

You only had enough strength to look up at Eddie, forcing a painful smile on your lips.

"No more running away, okay." Eddie nodded his head as he choked on his tears, hugging you closer to him, your hand reaching out towards the general direction of Dustin, making him scoot closer so he was in sight of your blurred vision.

"You're going to have to take care of this smart ass for me, Henderson." Dustin agreed, sorrow swallowing his features as he clung to your hand.

"I can't do this without you ___, I–I love you." 

Your mouth opened, wishing to respond back. Your arm pushes against that burning sensation as you lift your fingers to caress his face slowly before your vision dims.

★  .  .  .    !

Eddie knew that his presence wasn’t wanted at the shelter; the survivors of the massive earthquake that left the town in shambles being enough commotion to have his reputation as the town's number one murder suspect pushed aside, mostly because where the police station had stood was now a sinkhole covered in paranormal goo and tentacles.

He was packing all of his things in boxes, his heart skipping a beat every time he would come in contact with your things. 

The Metallica cassette tape was being played and reminded him of the moment he had gotten home safe like it was a broken record stuck on a loop.

He hated clearing out the living room that you two shared, having to pick up the objects that had reminded him of you around the home.

His feet halted at the sight of something buried away under the pile of clothes you would throw against the corner as the laundry pile. 

A binder clasped together with pages of scribbles, the first page titled Eddie the Dragon in the big bold handwriting he recognized as yours. 

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