#lawyer bf banter

[eddiesghxst]

cigarettes, coffee, and club-hopping

alrighty, she's here and i hope she lives up to the expectations! this is part one of...idk how many yet, but enjoy!

based on this idea I had 80 years ago

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part one | part two | part three | part four

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: ex-bf!rockstar!eddie x lawyer!reader

summary: you're a divorce attorney in Los Angeles and your newest client is filing against famous rockstar, Eddie Munson, who is also your ex-boyfriend

contains: exes to lovers trope, mention of a past relationship, slutty banter, smoking, mentions of alcohol, a hint of mean!eddie, public sex (restroom), a sprinkle of degradation, eddie likes to kiss your neck, fingering, eddie licking your c*m off his fingers (bye), and eddie being hot <3

word count: 5.8k

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Eddie hates waking up early. 

He’s never been a morning person— in all his twenty-eight years of living, Eddie has never seen the letters ‘AM’ and smiled. This is partially why Eddie failed his first-period class in high school for two — almost three — consecutive years in a row. This is also partly why Eddie was fired from nearly every job he landed after graduating. You would imagine that Eddie has learned his lesson after all this time. Not quite.

Eddie is nearly an hour late to his first divorce settlement conference. One would think that Eddie would, for once in his life, wake up at a reasonable time to take a shower, grab his usual morning energy drink, beat LA traffic, and get to his appointment on time— as a mature grown man would do. Still, Eddie failed even to set an alarm to wake him up.

“You’re forty minutes late already— traffic is gonna make it even worse, and you don’t have another day to reschedule this for the next two months, so I suggest you get up, Munson!”

Eddie watches through sleep-fogged eyes as Kelly, his assistant, throws his window curtains aside to let the morning sun seep into his room. There’s a pounding kick drum beating behind Eddie’s eyes, a result of Eddie falling into Jeff’s sinister persuasion to go out. He should stop listening to that asshole— he’s part of why Eddie married his soon-to-be ex-wife.

Eddie’s bones click and crack as he stretches, sits up, and lazily swings his legs over the side of his bed with a sleepy groan. He can hear the rustling sound of Kelly picking up laundry from his floor— something he’s told her multiple times not to do, but she does it anyway, so he’s given up on fighting her. He runs a hand over his face, a yawn wracking through his entire body before reaching over to his nightstand, feeling around for the box of cigarettes he knows he left the night before. 

“I tossed them out,” Eddie glances up at Kelly, who is now grabbing the last of his laundry on the floor and leaving his room. “Go freshen up and get dressed; we need to leave now.”

Eddie’s doctor advised him to start weaning himself off the cancer sticks; something about it fucking with his gums, and that’s on top of the risks he’s running with the vocal strain it’s put on his voice. Eddie knows he should take it seriously, but he needs a lick of nic before spending the next three to four hours bickering with his wife about what’s his and hers.

Eddie drags himself out of bed, shuffling across the cool tile of his bedroom floor. He sleepily rubs his bare stomach, flipping the light switch and groaning, annoyed at the sudden brightness. He brushes his teeth and splashes water on his face before walking into his closet and sifting through the random pants and jackets strewn across the floor. There’s gotta be some smokes in here somewhere. 

He finds a nearly empty pack of Marlboro reds and wastes no time sticking it between his lips, lighting it up with the lighter on his nightstand before getting dressed.

By the time Eddie steps into the law firm, his headache has intensified by about 80 beats per second, and he’s gone through the old pack of smokes. It feels as if the back of Eddie’s eyes have a heartbeat of their own, throbbing with every direction they turn. Eddie can hear his attorney giving him pointers for the conference, but if Eddie’s honest, he doesn’t plan on talking much, so he doesn’t pay close attention to what the man is saying.

When they enter the conference room, Eddie is seated across the table from his wife and offered a cup of coffee, to which Eddie gladly accepts to nurse his hangover. “You could at least take the glasses off.” A sweet voice that’s grown to grate every one of Eddie’s nerves whenever he hears it. He glares at his wife from across the table, and though nobody could see his eyes behind his glasses, everyone could sense the distaste behind his words, “Fuck off, Nezza.”

A strong hand is placed on Eddie’s shoulder, his attorney’s, stiffly squeezing the thick leather jacket. “How about we get started then? Before things get… rowdy.”

“Great idea.” 

Now that voice—- that voice, Eddie could hear at any second of the day, any time of the year, and know exactly who was conducting that sweet song. 

Eddie likes to believe that the universe works in mysterious ways and that things really do happen for a reason, but sometimes he swears whatever god is up there behind the clouds just likes to fuck with him for fun. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared Eddie for the sight he sees when he flits his gaze from Nezza to the woman sitting next to her.

For a moment, Eddie is taken back to a time he remembers in golden dream-like clouds of smoke—- the spring of ‘83 when he fell headfirst in love with the woman sitting next to his wife. And for that moment—- for that split fraction of a second, Eddie is happy to see you. 

It’s surprising; after all this time he spent resenting you and spitting out the sour taste you'd left in his mouth, Eddie imagined he would never be able even to see a picture of you and not want to slam his head against the nearest surface he could get his hands on.

However, that feeling only lasts about .012 milliseconds before Eddie’s entire being is filled with every emotion he’d suppressed towards you over the last nine years. Eddie looks at you and sees the girl he loved and the girl that broke his heart. His last memory of you is so vivid that it almost outshines all the good from your past relationship. Almost. Like a python wrapped around his neck, Eddie chokes on adoration and hatred all in one breath.

If Eddie said it didn’t piss him off to an ungodly level that he has a sliver of excitement to see you, he would be lying. You had always known the best ways to wriggle under his skin. 

This one takes the cake for the cruelest way so far.

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Eddie looks the same.

Not much has changed on him throughout the years apart from expensive clothing, healthier-looking hair, and a little more muscle on his arms to fill out the black leather jacket clinging to his frame. He still has a knack for jewelry, you note from the priceless rings hugging nearly every slender finger of his and the chain resting against his chest, hidden beneath his shirt. He carries himself the same way, confidently with a smear of carefree and chaos. You couldn’t get a read on him when settled down in his seat across from Nezza, and the black sunglasses shielding his eyes didn’t help you decipher him any further. 

He smells like Marlboro reds and a sharp cologne; dark scented and intense, easy to tell he’s the one wearing the scent. It’s a different scent than you remember from him. He’s swapped the cheap four-cent bottle of Brut for a more decadent scent— a mix of tonka bean, musk, and patchouli with a dash of something feminine you can’t quite put your finger on. The scent matches him better than Brut could ever amount to, but you find yourself reminiscent of the past.

Eddie doesn’t look your way until you speak, and either Eddie has mastered his poker face over the years, or he doesn’t remember you.

Not even briefly does Eddie’s expression falter from the bored look plastered on his face. The sunglasses do no justice either, and you wish the universe would strike them off his face at this very moment. You had forgotten what his eyes looked like in real-time and desperately wanted to remember— take a mental picture and shove it in the corner of your brain filled with essential memories, all things that make you smile, cry, and scream.

There’s a moment where you feel pained by Eddie’s unwavering reaction to seeing you. That feeling is quickly replaced with relief, relief that Eddie has matured just as much as you’d hoped he had. When you found out your client would be filing against Eddie, your high school boyfriend, you had initially panicked and paced the living room floor of your tiny studio apartment, thinking of ways to back out of the case. However, after a hefty glass of wine, you managed to persuade yourself that Eddie most likely isn’t still hung up on something as silly as a high school relationship. It happened nearly a decade ago; surely, you’ve both moved on, right?

With this indication, you feel the tension in your shoulders ease a little, hopeful that this process will be seamless, seeing as both parties want nothing to do with each other and Eddie holds no hard feelings against you.

Once the conference begins, you don’t look away in time to avoid Eddie’s gaze as he removes the glasses, your eyes landing on those dark pools of brown that you used to dip into each night. Vibrant and so full of life, full of untold stories and sights you’d missed out on in the last decade, a story unfolds beneath the glimmer of his eyes under the lights. They feel like home at first, but as you continue holding his gaze, your home becomes clouded by lightning and wind, dark storm clouds with a promise of a downpour.

As you gaze into Eddie’s eyes, you see nothing but the boy you left behind in the summer of ‘85.

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Stomach growling and frustrated sighs indicate the need for a break at around 12:40 PM.

The conference had started on a good note, with seamless agreements between you, your client, and Eddie’s team. That was until your client decided to become rather difficult and demanding.

“We’ll pick up where we left off in ten minutes.”

The atmosphere in the room has become stuffy and tight over the hours, so you get up to stretch your legs on a short walk to the coffee cart in the hallway.

Your mind feels muddled, pushed to exhaustion from hours of reading documents and going back and forth with Eddie’s attorney. Nezza wants more than Eddie is willing to give, money-wise, property-wise, and everything else under the sun. You’re determined to get your client as much as possible, but it’s proving to be more of a struggle than expected; Eddie’s team is headstrong and unwilling to bend to your substantial advances. Oh, and Eddie’s been practically throwing daggers at you from across the table with each chance he can get.

As you stir in a sugar packet, you watch the dark brown liquid swirl in the foam cup. You fall into a short trance as you watch the tiny bubbles dance within your drink, but the sound of a throat clearing shatters the spell. You glance to your side where the person is standing and are surprised to be met with a leather-covered shoulder and dark brown curly hair. 

“Are you done with the sugar?” Eddie points towards your hand, and you blink, stuck as you stare at him for a moment. You know you should be professional, you’re an established attorney, and you’re in the middle of doing your job, but you’re also 100% fucking human, so— “I don’t know, are you done sending me death glares from across the table or do you wanna keep being an asshole?”

Eddie grabs the jar of sugar packets from your hand, “You wouldn’t have to put up with it if you just… quit the case.” Eddie shrugs as if his advice is a task as easy as folding towels. You take offense to his response, eyebrows pinching together as you watch him rip open a packet and sprinkle sugar into his cup, “I can’t just drop a case, Eddie.”

Eddie mockingly laughs, “Really? That’s weird; I mean, considering how you kind of just dropped everything and fled the fucking state, I’m sure you can drop a case just as easily, sweetheart.” 

His words hurt. As much as you wish he didn’t have that effect on you, it’s evident that he still does, considering how your neck heats up in anger. You don’t miss the pet name he slipped in; you hate that it makes your neck even warmer. “I didn’t flee the state; I went to fucking college— and how is that even my fault? I gave you the number to my dorm, and you never called.”

And Eddie remembers that letter you left him. He remembers it like the back of his hand. He memorized every sentence, including that stupid number you left for him. “Yes, I did. I called you after every show for months, and you never picked up!” 

You spent eight years in New York, and out of those eight years, you spent four of them staring at an ugly green phone on the wall of your dorm hallway, waiting for it to ring so you could pick it up and hear his voice again. You asked your roommate to listen for a call if she was up studying late or if you went out and she stayed in. Now, you wonder if she failed you on her part because you would’ve never, in a hundred years, missed Eddie’s call. Never.

Before you can respond to the information, you are being called back into the room to resume the conference—  you’d almost forgotten that’s what you were here for.

You and Eddie let the man know you’ll be right there and watch as he walks back into the room. When you turn to Eddie, his gaze is no longer on you as he tosses the small wooden stirring stick in the trash.

Eddie is silent for a moment before he looks at you and gives a forced, close-lipped smile, “It’s nice to know you’re still full of shit.”

And then he’s gone. Eddie leaves you there, stunned and offended by his words. Eddie Munson thinks you’re full of shit— as if you were the only one to blame for your falling out. You feel stupid for believing in a better-evolved version of the Eddie you’d known. You wish his words didn’t affect you, but the conversation has left a bitter taste on your tongue. You glance down at the cup of coffee in your hands, and your stomach churns. You no longer have an appetite for the drink.

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Late-night club hopping has never been your preferred way of spending a Saturday night. There’s a different type of energy in LA’s club scene than there is in New York. It was easy to have a good time in New York; the clubs are all close to one another and stay open nearly all night. In Los Angeles, it’s been a slow rise to liking the nightlife— clubs are more scattered, and on top of that, you learned the hard way that it’s difficult to even get into clubs when you’re not Madonna-level status. That last problem isn’t so much an issue now that you’ve settled in and made a few connections around the city. 

Tonight you’re celebrating a friend from work's birthday. Penny was the first person you talked to at the law firm; she instantly made you feel at home and offered to buy you lunch at a cafe next door. The two of you have been joined at the hip ever since. 

You’re happy to celebrate Penny’s birthday and glad to be tagging along with her in this new chapter of her life, but what you’re bothered about is the fact that you chose to wear the most uncomfortable shoes in your closet. You were under the impression that you would be eating dinner with Penny and a few of her friends, but somehow, dinner turned into a night-long clubbing adventure. 

Logically, you have no one to blame but yourself for wearing Steve Madden pumps, but if Penny had told you the night would be long, you definitely wouldn’t have worn these god-awful shoes.

You’re sitting on a bar stool waiting for your drink and thinking about what excuse you’ll give Penny to go home when suddenly, you feel someone walk up beside you, waving over the bartender. You glance at the person and immediately look away, preparing to run for it before they notice. 

Sadly, you’re not fast enough to escape his line of sight, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re stalking me.”

You turn to the man and take in the sight of him as you tilt your head. “Wouldn’t it be the other way around since I was… you know, minding my business until you came here.” You motion to where Eddie is standing, and he smirks, silently taking his drink when the bartender passes it to him.

“How’d you get in here anyways?” He asks. It’s not a bad question; sure, you’re a damn good attorney, but you’re of no celebrity status, and this club is one of the more difficult joints to get into. However, you still take offense to Eddie’s question.

Your eyes narrow slightly, debating whether you should continue entertaining Eddie or leave and find your friends. “If you’re going to continue to be an asshole, then I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me; I want nothing to do with you.” Eddie scoffs into the rim of his drink before taking a short sip. You roll your eyes, feeling like kids in elementary getting into petty fights. “What makes you think I want something to do with you?”

Eddie snickers over the rim of his glass, “The fact that you’re still sitting here says enough.” 

You scoff, looking away from him as you shift in your seat, attempting to make it seem like you want to get away from him, but it only scoots you closer to him, your arm brushing his elbow. You panic at the touch but act as if it was nothing. “If my feet didn’t feel like they were about to fall off, I would be miles away from you by now.” You grumble as you distract yourself by tugging down the hem of your dress. 

“I don't believe that.” 

You let out an exasperated breath, looking over at Eddie with an annoyed expression as you speak, “Not everyone is head over heels dying to be around you.” 

It might be the alcohol or Eddie’s sinister pheromones you’re breathing in paired with the sound of his ridiculously annoying laugh—- you’re not sure which it is, but you find yourself enjoying this back-and-forth banter. A big part of you is frustrated by Eddie’s insistent prodding at your nerves, but your other part is intrigued. Too stuck to grab your things, bid him goodnight, and leave.

You almost think you heard him wrong when he responds, “We’ll see if you’re saying the same thing once I get you in the back.”

You blink, momentarily silent, as you glance at him to watch him calmly sip his drink. Not a single hint of regret or shock flashes across his face, and you almost think you imagined it until you see a ghost of a smirk brush the corner of his lips. “Excuse me?” And like a child, Eddie’s response is quick and irritating, “You’re excused.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m willingly going anywhere with you that’s not a fucking law firm or courtroom.” 

Eddie laughs, glancing at you and nodding once, “Sure.” You hate how smug he is, and you hate that he’s so fucking right, but you swear you won’t fold for whatever stupid game he’s playing. “Sure?”

You watch Eddie tip back his drink and finish what’s left, placing the empty glass on the bar countertop before lazily nudging it forward. You shift back with an annoyed grimace when he turns to you and leans an elbow against the bar. He points over your shoulder, and you catch yourself before you follow his lead, gaze stuck on his face as you prepare for whatever bullshit is about to leave his mouth.

“I’m gonna head to the restroom to take a piss. You can sit here and bitch about everything under the sun, or you can quit being a pussy and meet me there.”

And without further explanation or interaction, Eddie gets up and leaves. You turn and watch in shock as he walks off, watching his back until it’s washed away by the sea of people on the dance floor. You turn back to the bar and gaze at your drink. For a moment, you think this might be some elaborate scheme Eddie has to fuck you over. Complying with this proposition, Eddie has now opened, could very well lead to you losing your job, something you’re not very keen on doing.

You glance towards the direction Eddie had walked off in and groan, briefly shutting your eyes as temptation washes over you. There’s no way this is real. There’s no way you’re actually thinking about going into that restroom with Eddie.

You take a deep breath, clenching your teeth in thought before muttering a curse. You’re fucking yourself over with this one, but you do it anyways. You toss back the rest of your drink, wincing at the bitterness, before hopping off the barstool.

Your adrenaline is so high that you don’t even feel the ache in your feet as you cross the dance floor, maneuvering through sweaty bodies and spilled drinks toward the bright neon RESTROOMS sign.

From the corner of your eye, you see Penny standing at her rented-out section as she tosses back a shot with the girls you’d arrived with. You should turn around and join them, return to celebrating Penny’s birthday, and forget all about your interaction with Eddie. That’s what you should do, but you don’t. You continue walking towards the restrooms, mentally going back and forth with yourself until you reach the door and wrap your hand around the handle.

However, the door opens before you can fully prepare to open it, and the scent of hand soap and Eddie hits you in the face. Your wide eyes meet Eddie’s glinting gaze. A smirk spreads across his lips, and he snickers, “I’d say I’m surprised, but that’d be a lie.”

Your gaze is hot and heavy as you stare up at him. The sounds of the club you're in seem muffled as you spend your last seconds considering what you’re about to do. You should really turn around.

You tilt your head up, silently sizing Eddie and daring him, a tipping point where you both know there’s no going back now—- especially not when you mesh your lips against his and stumble into the restroom. You plan to blame this on the alcohol.

Eddie makes quick work of turning to press your back against the door, fumbling to lock the door as you grumble a breathless ‘Fuck you’ against his lips.

“I intend to, sweetheart.” 

You hate how stupid and witty the response is, but it makes your stomach twist in need, nonetheless. Eddie’s hands are roaming and squeezing you wherever he can reach, hiking up your dress enough to slink a few digits into the hand of your skimpy panties, snapping them against your waist and smirking when you push up against him. Eddie manages to speak in between haste kisses, “I’m gonna be honest; I didn’t think you’d give in this easily.”

Eddie is now ushering you towards the sink, softly snickering at the gasp that escapes you when the cold marble digs into your lower back. “Are you trying to say I’m easy?” 

You can’t hold back the moan that slips from you when Eddie’s hand slithers between your thighs to press a thumb against your clit. “Maybe… also just pointing out that you clearly missed me.”

You don’t answer him, leaning forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss as your hips rock back and forth against his touch. You smooth your hand down his chest and over his belt to grasp the heavy bulge between his thighs, humming when he moans, “Looks like you missed me more, Munson.”

You giggle when he grunts in annoyance, fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties before shucking them down your legs and lifting the flimsy garment for you to see with a smirk, “Won’t be needing these anymore, will you?” 

You grimace in faux disgust as you watch him stuff the soaked material in his back pocket. “Gross,” you comment, although Eddie doesn’t answer, busying himself with pulling you off the counter, flipping you around to face the sink, and eyeing you through the neon-lighted mirror. “You’re a perv; you know that?” You add as Eddie wraps an arm around your front and hikes your dress to sink his hand between your thighs.

Your shaky fingers grasp Eddie’s wrist, hips squirming as he begins to rub your clit, dipping a finger lower to spread your sticky arousal. “If I were you, I would start being very nice to me.” His voice is low and gravely against your ear as you smile, gazing back into his darkened gaze through the glass reflection. You push back against him, and you both sigh in pleasure. “Just fuck me, Eddie.”

You gasp when he sinks a thick digit into your weeping cunt, slowly pushing it in and out of you to create a sinful twist in your tummy. You shake your head in protest, although your hips rock against his thrusts. “No, no, I don’t need it. I don’t need that. Just fuck me, please?” You repeat, voice teetering on the edge of a whine.

“God, you’re still a fucking brat. So used to getting what you want, hm?” Despite his comment, he doesn’t give you what you’d asked for. Instead, he slips in another finger, greedily squeezing at your chest with his other hand. Your thighs tremble as his fingertips delicately massage that sweet spot hidden between your wet walls, a shaky hand reaching up to grasp his hand as he fondles your breasts over your dress. “Not anymore, princess,” His voice is low and foggy with sex, purring against your ear with ease as he plays with you. “This time, you’ll earn it like a good slut. You’re going to have to ask me very nicely if you want it that bad.” “A-ah…Fuck you.”

Eddie laughs at your response, digging his face into your neck when you throw your head back, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your perfume. He presses a kiss to the base of your neck, and you hate how it makes your stomach twist, thighs clenching around his hand, causing him to pause. “Keep them open.” He warns, ignoring your pathetic attempts at rutting against his hand.

When you don’t obey his instruction, Eddie brings his foot in between your pump-clad feet, knocking the toe of his shoe against both heels, causing your legs to part, shaky limbs failing you as you stumble in his hold. Eddie chuckles, nipping your jaw as he sinks another finger into your soaking heat. Your moan is loud and pitiful as you reach forward to grasp the sink counter for stability. “Oh my god—” “Jesus, you’re fucking tight. Barely taking three fingers.” Your moans are high-pitched as you rock your hips against Eddie, nails digging into the skin of his flexing wrist as he fucks you with his fingers. 

The sloshing sounds from between your legs are just loud enough to hear over the booming music of the club barely, and if Eddie’s fingers weren’t fucking you so well, you would’ve felt ashamed. You hardly notice Eddie’s free hand traveling to the low neck of your dress, tugging the material down to expose your chest. He groans at the sight, palming one of your tits as his mouth latches to the side of your neck. His fingers pinch and roll your nipples, his tongue warm and wet as he licks up your neck, humming at the taste of you and smiling when he feels you tremble against his body. “I can feel you squeezing me, princess; you gonna cum for me?” He whispers against your ear, humming when you hastily nod. “I don’t think so.” 

He slows the draw of his fingers, softly petting at your walls to give enough sensation to have your eyes rolling but not enough to tip over the edge. You frustratedly huff, “Eddie—” “Good sluts ask to come, you know that.”

Your stomach twists at his words, hips squirming in search of more, more, more. You have a lot of pride; you’ve been told it’s your strongest and worst quality before— but here in this dingy club restroom, with Eddie’s overwhelming presence surrounding you and the incessant need to cum gnawing at every cell in your body, you find your pride quickly dwindling like a flame under water. The time when you need your pride the most, it’s nowhere to be found. 

“Please, Eddie.” You whisper so quietly Eddie almost misses it. He smiles, “Since I know how hard that was for you, I’ll take it— but I won't be so kind next time, princess.” He pulls his fingers out of you and urges you to turn around and face him. 

He nudges you back to sit on the edge of the sink, stepping between your thighs and opening them wide enough to see your glistening cunt, sticky arousal winking up at him beneath the dim neon lighting. “N-next time?” You take in a sharp breath as he hitches your leg around his waist

He chuckles, glancing at your swollen lips as you gaze up at him trying to fight through the hazy fog of arousal. Eddie runs three fingers over your clit before sinking back into you, a low hum rattling from his chest when your shaky hands grasp his shirt, fingers curling and wrinkling the material, “Next time.”

Your words get lost on you when he begins fucking you again, eyes fluttering shut as your legs subconsciously tighten around his waist. You can feel his breath against your top lip, and you fight the urge to seek out his lips with yours. You push up into him, mumbling incoherent pleas into the air. You lick your lips, pussy clenching when the tip of your tongue catches Eddie’s bottom lip. Eddie doesn’t wait for you to make a move this time, his free hand reaching up to grip your jaw, fingertips digging into your cheek as he pushes his lips against yours. You both moan into the kiss, your hips grinding into the thrusts of his fingers.

You keep kissing Eddie until you can’t, too overwhelmed by the pending promise of an orgasm. You slide away from Eddie’s lips and nuzzle into his neck, finding solace in the soft brush of his hair against your face, the distant but familiar scent of his shampoo invading your senses. “I’m gonna come.” You whisper, nails digging into his biceps as your thighs quiver.

Eddie keeps his hand working between your thighs, thanking the many hours he’s spent playing guitar for training his wrist to maintain endurance. His other hand dances up your heaving back, dipping beneath the curtain of your hair to grip the back of your neck, softly squeezing in encouragement. “Let go, baby. Let me feel it.”

You nearly sob when you finally tip over, body tensing before melting against Eddie’s body in shambles of incoherent words and shaking limbs. You can hear the sticky wet substance of your release squelching around his fingers; you can feel it smearing against your thighs and dripping onto the cool tiles of the floor, and you almost feel ashamed when Eddie points it out, “Fuckkk, you’ve been saving this for me, haven’t you?” You hardly register his words, but you nod, mewling as you nuzzle deeper against him, thighs twitching when you teeter on the edge of sensitivity.

“I… Enough, Eddie, please fuck me.” You’re practically begging, pulling away from his neck to blink up at him blearily, sex-drunk hands fumbling to reach out for him. Eddie kisses you and chuckles against your lips, fingers finally slowing down. He pulls away with a lewd hum, leaning back to watch as he removes his fingers from your cunt, dragging the drenched digits up to smear your arousal around your clit, grinning when your thighs twitch.

You try to catch your breath as you silently watch him bring his fingers up to his lips, sinking them into his mouth to sinfully lick your cum from his fingers. He glances at you with a smirk around his fingers, and you squirm in your spot. “You’re being a tease.”

He releases his fingers with a pop before stepping away, “Sorry to cut this short, sweetheart, but I’ve gotta run, and I’m sure your friends are worried about where you went.” You watch in disbelief as he glances in the mirror and fixes a few unruly hair pieces. He looks your way and drops his eye in a wink, “I’ll see you later, princess.”

You silently gape in shock, watching him turn around and stride toward the door. Eddie can feel your eyes throwing darts at him, and he doesn’t bother hiding his smile as he opens the door and steps out. 

You have to take a moment to wrap your head around it, but once you do, you wind up more annoyed with yourself for falling so quickly into Eddie’s trap. You clean yourself up and make yourself look presentable again before leaving the restroom to find your friends. 

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Penny exclaims once she sees you. She gasps when you get closer, and she sees your neck, leaning in to get a better look, causing you to slap a hand over the sore spot. “Oh, my god. Who?” “What?” “You were definitely screwing someone in the back! Who?”

You wince at her volume, quickly shushing her, “Nobody, Penny, this is old.” 

Penny rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but you quickly cut her off, “I have an early meeting tomorrow, Pen; I have to get going.” Penny frowns but understands either way, giving you a quick hug and bidding you goodbye for the night. You leave her with a final Happy Birthday and make your way out of the club, already yearning for the comfort of your bed.

Before getting a taxi, you find yourself walking into a nearby store and purchasing a CD of Corroded Coffin’s first album, letting the CD burn a hole through your hands on the ride home. When you get home, you fall asleep atop your sheets before you can listen to the record. 

You spend the rest of your night dreaming of hazy summers in Hawkins with a young curly-headed boy you knew once upon a time.

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a/n: aH, i hope this was good, next part will be a bit more angsty so this part was for the sluts <3

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[firstprince-ao3feed]

i still love you more than i should say

i still love you more than i should say https://ift.tt/bxUpwMq by tkstrand It’s been three months since Alex started working for Bankston & Shrivastava Associates, and he’s starting to think that his tiny crush on his coworker may not actually be that small. NYU School of Law may have helped him pass the bar, but it certainly didn’t prepare him for everything that is Henry fucking Fox. What makes it worse, though, is that Alex can’t do a fucking thing about it. No matter how much banter they swap, how many times he makes Henry blush in a day, it doesn’t matter. Alex can’t do anything, because Henry already has a boyfriend. Or, where a slight miscommunication leads Alex to believe that David is Henry's boyfriend. Words: 7853, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Nora Holleran, June Claremont-Diaz, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Hunter (Red White & Royal Blue), David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & June Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Nora Holleran, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran/Percy "Pez" Okonjo, if you squint Additional Tags: Fluff, Pining, Miscommunication, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, alex thinks david is a human, and henry's bf, Alternate Universe - Lawyers, Did I mention pining, Lots of it, Idiots in Love, Alex is Going Through It, but we love him, and david, Jealousy, Jealous!Alex via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/WTcrin3 October 22, 2023 at 01:13PM

[svuincorrect]

carisi, trying to flirt: i was arrested for being too handsome

barba: the charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence whatsoever.

[teaplease1717]

TodoMomo Fic Recs

Okay! I've wanted to do this for a while now, so I’m excited that I finally got around to doing it - here is a list of my favorite fics! But, to do a spin on it, I'm only naming lesser known fics with kudos count below 200.  

In order by rating and word count, because I’m finicky like that. Also, all are complete unless noted otherwise.

EDIT: Updated 7/11/2021

G Rated Fics:

1.     Shouto Todoroki is Fond of the New Recovery Girl by llmm

Genre: Canon / Fluff / Comedy

Rated: G

Word Count: 715

Summary: Short and super cute. Momo has her quirked switched with Recovery Girl, and now that she is in charge of nurse duty it seems Todo has become a frequent visitor.   

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26260573

2. Water and Late Night Snack by LuceCannon21                                        

Genre: Canon / Fluff / Comedy

Rating: G                                                                                           

Word Count: 1,112

Summary: Sweet and fluffy. Todo can’t sleep and goes down to the kitchen where he finds Momo passed out on the couch. He wakes her to go back to bed when some cute fluff ensues. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15987584

3. Five Golden Rings by Mickey_Bay

Genre: Canon / Fluffy

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,222

Summary: Super sweet and fluffy. Shouto is looking for the perfect ring for Momo and needs some help.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28173669

4. Straight ahead to the Morning Light by Milktea_S

Genre: Canon / Fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,372

Summary: TodoMomo have their first date and it doesn’t go quite as planned. But is well that ends well, especially with how sweet Todo is.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28332045

5. i hate the things that are sweet by kuyashii                                      

Genre: Canon divergence / Falling in love

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,850

Summary: Loved this "what if" scenario! I'm always a fan of early-roki and him falling for Momo regardless is so cute. Excellent execution and beautiful writing. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22025641

6. Cold Hands and Hot Cocoa by Purple_Umbrella

Genre: Canon / Fluff / Slice of Life

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,859

Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and Todoroki and Yaoyorozu go out for hot chocolate. So adorable, melted my heart.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21690295

7. Topsy Turvy by Purple_Umbrella                                                       

Genre: Canon / Fluff / Slice of Life

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,011

Summary: Such a light and feel good piece. It totally threw me back to my first days of college, when kids tried to learn to wash their clothes by themselves. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22801825

8. Bottled Tea by Taq

Genre: Canon / Fluff / Slice of Life

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,177

Summary: Todoroki gets a little competitive with the guys who keep asking Momo out. Very cute. I love how oblivious Todoroki is to his feelings. TodoMomo are very in character.

 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25468132

9. Call Me, Beep Me by Voidstuff (Schadenfreudah)

Genre: Canon / Aged-Up / Falling in Love

Rated: G

Word Count: 4,138

Summary: Aged up characters. Todoroki and Momo are still bad with feelings which provides a tiny bit of angst but I love how smitten Todoroki is with Momo and how hard he tries.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29447463

10. Lucky Shot by Poteto 

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

Rating: Alternate Universe / Fluff / No quirks

Word Count: 5,892

Summary: Todoroki falls in love with the girl at his local coffee shop, while also developing feelings for a mysterious girl he had texted by accident. Cute & wonderfully written.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24794683

11. Uhm, a scandal? by  lapeace

Genre: Romance / Pining / Fluff

Rated: G

Word Count: 8,613 (Incomplete)

Summary: Due to events, Shouto and Momo are caught in a compromising position. Now Shouto is losing his mind as he waits for the scandal to die on its own. He hadn't seen Yaoyorozu in person for 36 days now. Yes, he counted. Not only was Yaoyorozu present in various news and social media outlets, she is also present in Shouto's head most of the time.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28706769/chapters/70382067#workskin

12. half sugar, less ice by milktea_s 

Genre: Alternate Universe / Fluff / Slice of Life

Rated: G

Word Count: 12,590

Summary: A super sweet AU fic revolving around bubble tea. It's so fluffy and sweet and I love the slow development between TodoMomo.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25235563

13. Softly i entered (into your arms) by wanderinglilly 

Genre: Alternate Universe / Romance / Touch Your Heart crossover (Ongoing)

Rating: G

Word Count: 27,800

Summary: Super cute! Momo is an aspiring actress and for an upcoming role agrees to intern under Lawyer Todoroki for experience. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24818620/chapters/60028774

14. Would You Be My Little Quarantine by Revaliciousness

Genre: Canon / Angst / Fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 28,197

Summary: So adorable and relatable! Momo is having a hard time dealing with quarantine and Todo just wants to be a good bf. Wonderfully written w/ a fantastic use of action tags.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25069909/chapters/60724162

    T Rated Fics:

1. Why’d you only call me when you’re high by slutpjms                       

Genre: Alternate Universe / Romance / Drug use / Slight OOC

Rating: T                                                                                                           

Word Count: 974                                                                                             

Summary: Todoroki is a pothead, who comes to hangout in Momo’s room one night. Slight ooc TodoMomo but I loved the feeling of this. The kiss was hot.                            

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13559442

2. I’ve loved you here, in the curve of your jaw by Dewthreads

Genre: Alternate Universe / Romance / Slice of Life / No Quirks

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,406

Summary: So soft with fantastic banter! The author does a fantastic job capturing the love and adoration in TodoMomo’s relationship.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28329918

3. Totally Definitely Legit Leaked BNHA Valentine’s Day Light Novel Spoilers by DrowClericofPelor

Genre: Canon / Comedy / Falling in Love (Warning: Slight BakuKiri)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,957

Summary: A fake take on a valentine’s day BNHA special. It really captures the slice of life and comedy atmosphere of the BNHA light novels. Really enjoyed this quick read.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28667124

4. Steep by aaillemac

Genre: Canon / Fluff / Comfort

Rating: T                                                                                                           

Word Count: 2,365                           

Summary: Set after chapter 192 Todo meets Momo in the library and she comforts him. Very cute and wholesome.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17437871

5. Long Enough by CrazyElf2018                                                           

Genre: Canon / Romance

Rated: T

Word Count: 2,453 

Summary: Momo may be angry when Todo overreacts to minor injuries she receives on the job, but I love how protective and stubborn he is when it comes to her. And the understanding between them melts my heart.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21653461

6. Exposure by flourchildwrites 

Genre: Alternate Universe / Romance / No Quirks

Rated: T

Word Count: 2,785

Summary: Beautiful AU in which Todo is a photographer and Momo is a model. The author has some beautiful lines and the obvious attraction between TodoMomo is so good.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21695194

7. Room of Requirement by Yanmi

Genre: Alternate Universe / Romance / HP crossover

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,163

Summary: This was absolutely breathtaking. The writing is beautiful, and really captures the magic of HP and of falling in love while keeping TodoMomo in character.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16694782

8. Secret by H4sb33n

Genre: Canon / Romance / Slight Angst

Rated: T+

Word Count: 3,653

Summary: Very hot. It never goes NSFW, but I love the slow buildup and the desire that grows between them. Todo's internal conflict about taking it further is amazing.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14951660

9. Say You Won't Let Go by KiyWinchester

Genre: Canon / Aged-Up / Angst

Rated: T

Word Count: 4,878

Summary: Aged up characters. In which Shouto & Momo reunite after two years of avoidance & try to reconcile in order to salvage their "friendship". Beautifully written and very heart wrenching. Shouto is just so madly in love with Momo.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21664882

10. On the Ninth Day by Huixin

Genre: Alternate Universe / Hurt / Comfort / Apocalypse

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,980

Summary: This isn’t exactly a straight TodoMomo romance, but you can feel the bond between the two is so strong. Beautiful imagery and fantastic world building.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24570979

11. I might as well confess (i love you) by ionica01

Genre: Canon / Marriage / Fluff

Rating: T

Word Count: 7,028

Summary: Super sweet and fluffy. I love how organic TodoMomo's relationship feels.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27575102

12. Making Tea in a Winter Storm by TheThirdHeart

Genre: Alternate Universe / Romance / Quirkless Momo AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 9,083

Summary: AU in which Momo is born quirkless and falls in love with Pro Hero Shouto. This was beautifully written with wonderful pacing and characterization.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23477068

13. Take all my time by taq 

Genre: Canon / Hurt / Comfort / Angst / Pining

Rating: T

Word Count: 9,495

Summary: Beautiful and painful. The angst and suspense is so good. And the mutual pining isn't over the top, it fits them so well.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26881591

14. August slipped away (into a moment in time) by  hollandroden

Genre: Alternate Universe / No Quirks / Modern / Angst / Romance

Rating: T

Word Count: 9,797

Summary:  Momo's entire life has been planned out for her, she'll be married to a man she might love one day because her parents demand it. But then she meets Shoto Todoroki and the path laid out for her is no longer clear. I love Momo’s break out from expectations.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31832749

15. She Likes Flowers by ShipSeekingShippers 

Genre: Alternate Universe / Fluff / AU Modern

Rating: T

Word Count: 10,322

Summary: Todoroki falls in love with the flower shop girl. Beautiful writing and the fluff just pulled at all my heart strings.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25204930

16. A Promise of Always by Purple Umbrella

Genre: Alternate Universe / Fantasy / Royalty / Romance / Bitter Sweet Ending

Rating: T

Word Count: 12,494

Summary: A cursed prince locked in a tower. A beautiful knight with a bounty on her head. Together, they escape into the thicket of the forest.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25141480/chapters/60917506

   M & E Rated Fics:

1. Fantasies by Nemuritai

Genre: Canon / Smut / Self-pleasure / Dom/Sub Undertones

Rating: E

Word Count: 955

Summary: Short but super hot take on Momo’s dirty fantasies.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26926033

2. Play with Fire by Alexisoak

Genre: Alternate Universe / Smut / Dom/Sub Undertones / Mafia

Rating: E

Word Count: 2,644

Summary: Todoroki is the top hitman for the Yaoyorozu mafia clan, and the princess of the clan has her sights on him. Hot! Hot! Hot! The smut in this was just fantastic.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23922898

3. Dark Reflection by EmeraldWaves

Genre: Canon Divergence / Traitor Todoroki / Angst / Hurt / Dark / No Smut

Rating: M 

Word Count: 2,825 

Summary: Haunting. This is absolutely beautiful and the descriptions are so vivid. 

Note: this is dark. Also, this is the only fic here that isn’t really TodoMomo.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27687971

4. Good Vibes Good Times by FrenchK

Genre: Alternate Universe / Romance / Smut

Rating: E

Word Count: 3,735

Summary: Momo is dared to wear vibrating underwear to the club and chaos ensues.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29522220

5. All’s Fair by Flourchildwrites

Genre: Alternate Universe / Smut / Quirkless Au / Mutual Pining

Rating: E

Word Count: 8,277

Summary: Momo is a star being stocked and Todoroki is her live in bodyguard. Lockdown during covid temptation flairs and someone has to give. Very nicely written.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29545503

6. Half Loved by ZEROxxx

Genre: Alternate Universe / Fantasy / Royalty / Romance / Enemies to Lovers / Contract Marriage

Rating: M

Word Count 12,272 (Incomplete)

Summary: Momo is a princess tasked with guarding the creation stones.  In order to protect those she loves and the cores, she enters a political, loveless marriage with Prince Shoto.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23589946/chapters/56602531

7. More Wonders Are Yet to Come by Earthquake_Priestess 

Genre: Canon / Romance / Family Bonding

Rating: M

Word Count: 57,754

Summary: This is adorable and really well written. I'm not usually into family fics (like at all) but this one does a really good job and isn't cheesy.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27091252/chapters/66150892#workskin

8. The Cursed of the Fallen by Reverly in the Dark

Genre: Alternate Universe / Fantasy / Action / Adventure / No Smut

Rating: M 

Word Count: 240,755 (Incomplete)

Summary: This is an action adventure story. Shouto is a mage destined to defeat the Archdemon summoned to bring down the kingdom. Momo, Midoriya and the others are all from different walks of life who come together to help Shouto defeat the threat to the kingdom. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22748893/chapters/54358150

[kinkymagnus]

ok but can we talk about mobster roleplay except magnus is supposed to be like a rival mobster instead of a lawyer or whatever and alec teases him because he always submits so beautifully and does what alec wants in the end ❤️

SJDFKSJFSDFHAHAHAHHAHAHHAH TUMBLR FUCKIGN. DELETED THE ASK AHFLWATYTHROUGH HAHAHAAHFDCUK

IT’S FINE. IT’S FINE. I’LL TYPE WHAT I REMEMBER. IT’S FINE. 

...

a quick and easy guide to taking over the other most powerful mob in the area:

meet hot leader

fuck him really good

???

profit

ok but really

it’s all sly banter and subtle “threats” at the private negotiating table (maybe they meet in a bar for a little extra fun? like oh we’re for sure strangers haha just talkin about. things.) and oh, magnus plays at being the cocky tough new guy in town, but the lightwoods have been here a long time, and alec knows perfectly well how to fuck him into submission take care of him ;)

actually while the lightwoods being an old crime family makes sense to me i also like the idea that magnus has been the local leader (in this. elaborate backstory. high warlock lmao)  for a while and alec’s the new guy in town who’s gonna take him down a peg by fucking him senseless. i guess the lightwoods could still be an old crime family just from a different area, idk

also im picturing at one point alec “threatens” magnus like dagger to the throat (alec, being the cautious overprotective bf that he is, has not only used a fairly dull blade, but he’s had this dagger spelled to hell and back so it probably couldn’t leave a mark on magnus if he threw it with all his strength) and magnus is like [swallows] [tries to hide the fact he’s super wet right now at how effortlessly alec has him pinned]

anyway ,

magnus (magnus’s character?) goes to this meeting expecting a battle of words, and somehow ends up with his pants around his ankles, panties around his thighs, and a thick cock pounding into his cunt (and a big hand firm and warm on his lower back, keeping him pinned as he’s fucked over his own desk) and he isn’t even mad, it feels too good, he’s totally lost in a haze of pleasure

and alec’s teasing him for being such a little slut--aren’t you supposed to be powerful? aren’t you supposed to be the great, fearsome magnus bane? and here you are, a needy little slut who spread his legs at the drop of a hat... what would they think of you now, if they could see you like this, whining and crying and moaning with pleasure, just living for a cock in your pussy? saw how wet you are from me bending you over your own desk and spanking you, calling you the slut you are? you just want to be full, don’t you, that’s all you really care about, a cock inside you--is that why you act so smug and powerful? you’re waiting for someone to prove you wrong? to snap and fuck you like the whore you know you are? do you get off on being humiliated? 

and--oh, oh, alec films it, so he has Proof of everything, gives the camera an eyeful of his blissed out face, his wet cunt stuffed full of cock, his shaky thighs spread wide and his pretty tits and his needy pleas for more. and he can use it both to tease magnus (”now anyone can see how pretty you look when i make you my slut--”) and to “”blackmail”” him (”wouldn’t want me to show this to your crew, huh? or--maybe you do, maybe you’re hoping they’ll see this and know what you really want, hoping they’ll pass you around and take turns with your pussy so you never have to be unsatisfied again?”) and like. of course, they end up doing it again and again and again in a hundred different positions and there are a lot of little films (”would you like them to see how pretty you look on your knees, on your back, on your stomach--all with your wet little cunt exposed?”) and oh, magnus is thoroughly his by now 

of course, even after alec has given him a nice rough fucking and teased him to hell and back for being such a slut for his “enemy” ;) alec always ends up carrying him to bed and just lavishing him with kisses all over and praising him for being so good and doing such a good job like the aftercare is always immensely fluffy and sweet, sometimes even towards the end he just kinda forgets the roleplay and gets more into making love to him like the thrusts are slow, deep rolls of his hips and he kisses him all sweet and languid and forgets the camera, forgets showing magnus off to it, and instead is just focused on kissing him and touching him all over (and sure, magnus has rewatched all of them, but he likes to linger on those moments, where he can practically feel the love through the screen, even though the magnus in the moment was a little too fucked out to be focused on it) 

[bencvolentways]

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ hannah simone + female + she/her — have you seen leela ambrose? they sure have been hanging out at city hall a lot recently. they are a/n thirty-four year old known as the lost soul, and they currently work for the cobras as a lawyer, which they’ve been doing for three years. a bisexual scorpio, they are compassionate + level-headed, as well as aggressive + self-destructive. business suits, high heels, red handkerchief. × gia. twenty-four. she/her. est. ×

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Greeting and Salutations! The name is Gia and I bring you Ms. Leela Ambrose.

I’ll separate her intro into two parts: 1) Things most people know and 2) The truth.

Things People Know:

Leela Ambrose didn’t want to get involved in all this gang rivalry until things became personal.

She’s a widow and was a teen mom who had a baby girl 17 years ago. Her daughter went missing 7 years ago and there has been no trace since then. On 12/30, it will be 8 years since Laurie’s disappearance.

She excelled in her studies as a teenager and attended an Ivy League university and law school.

Her mother left her and her father when she was only 9 years old.

She is of English descent (her mom) and Indian descent (her father)

Her father is a writer and professor and a devout Muslim. Leela hasn’t practiced in years but still follows a lot. She speaks to her father but they’re not on best of terms at this time.

She married her teenage sweetheart who passed away around the time her daughter disappeared. Not much is known of her past.

She’s smart and quick-witted but kind and compassionate. She cares about the people that have been there for her and wants nothing more than to help the Cobras with all she can.

She carries a red handkerchief tied around the handle of her briefcase in memory of her daughter Laurie Ambrose who went missing

The Truth:

Her father found out she was going to have an abortion when she discovered she was pregnant with her then-boyfriend and because it was against their religion, he forbade it and had her marry the father of her daughter.

Leela got involved with the Cobras when she was tipped off that the person who had kidnapped her daughter was her ex-husband who was, in fact, a Savage. (confirmed. Her ex husband was the one to take Laurie and they’ve both disappeared since then)

Her ex-husband has not passed away. He skipped town months before her daughter was taken and resurfaced around the time she went missing. Leela has reason to believe he has taken her but some think it’s paranoia/a conspiracy. Many people think her ex-husband is dead and gone.

She dropped out of college in her junior year when her daughter was three years old. Reason being that her husband was abusive toward her and he felt she needed to stay home to protect her daughter.

It wasn’t until her daughter went missing that Leela finished school and attended the three years of law school.

She is very resentful toward her dad and hasn’t practiced religion feeling that she had enough taken away from her for her to believe in anything.

Leela used to be a savage by association. married to one and best friends with another. She wasn’t involved in the rivalry but belonged to them in every other sense of the word.

She is best friends with Jason Caito in spite of her affiliation now.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

WC (within):

Friends from opposing gang: Though Leela hangs with and provides legal advice to the Cobras now, she did spend time with the Savages back in her heyday as a teenager and into her twenties. They knew about her deadbeat bf/husband. Someone or more than one friend that knows about her past and continues being her friend regardless of the fact that they’re now on opposing gangs. This is open for as many connections as possible. (4/?)

Best friend from opposing gang: Jason Caito.

Ex bf/gf or flame: Someone Leela dated after her husband skipped town. Could have been serious or just a fling. I’m down for whatever. (1/?) Clint (serious)

The daughter/son figure: Leela is a natural born mother hen and with the disappearance of her daughter, that’s intensified. She takes in people and makes them family, cares for them and is a ride or die for sure. Someone who she looks after but let’s be real, she needs people looking after her as well. Open to an unlimited amount of spots. (4/?)

Family members: cousins, aunts, uncles. Give them to me! ;)

Friends w/ benefits: Someone she could just let loose with and have no strings involved. They don’t know a thing about her past but perhaps eventually she finds comfort in telling them.

Cobra ride or die/ confidante: Someone within the gang that she trusts completely and who she often comes to vent and spend quality time with. (1/1) Sebastian

Good friends within the gang- Open to unlimited spots. :)

Current boyfriend/girlfriend: I’d love to build up this connection if the chemistry is there. This is someone that she is currently seeing and they have a healthy, trusting relationship (1/1) Serghei Petran

Counselor/ Confidante/ Saviour: The person she would do anything for, give her entire world to (1/1) Julien Albright.

The knight in shining armour: This person did everything they could to help her find her ex (dylan) and Laurie. (Rochelle -Savages old friend turned enemy)  (Max- Has helped find old records for her and now good friend)

Some misc. facts:

Leela is obsessed with classic movies and often watches them on her downtime.

She rides a motorcycle and an old mustang.

Leela can play the violin and sings but hasn’t done either in quite some time.

Is extremely depressed and hasn’t really sought the help she needs. Instead, she dives into work.

A workaholic to the max.

enjoys banter, constructive conversation and is super kind to those she lets in.

[coffeeandicecream]

Live blogging Riverdale: But i’m a teacher so.....

-The line “Archie, who didn’t even have his license yet” (should be “an Unlicensed Archie”). -The line “Now I don’t believe in miracles, usually, but it was a miracle.” Should be “I usually don’t believe in miracles but this”. Both lines I don’t like could just be, I didn’t like the stress on particular words and that could be a cultural way of Australian vs. American English.

Not crazy about the song playing when they are rushed into surgery as it sounds a lot like “Build a Home - and I have heard that song to death.

Say what you will about Alice but obviously her and Betty have a great relationship because she didn’t hide shite. Okay that is not how I answer my phone to my partner @Jughead Why did Jughead looks so annoyed on his motorbike.

Group hugs are the best. -Jughead and Alice banter A+ but wish they had of brought up the night before because realistically that would have happened. As if nobody sat with Archie while he called his mum.

-HAHAH Jughead and food is rad. -Yeah he sat with his friend while he was questioned by the cops. You go Jughead. - Betty and Veronica’s friendship and Archie and Jughead’s = fantastic -Dream sequences are done very well but I do feel like I would expect them more on a soap opera.

- Archie dude change your fucking shirt. -Veronica first rule of grief  is dump out comfort in

- Jughead scene with Serpents realistic for a Bikie Affiliated youth

- What the fuck Archie! You cover a broken hand with glad wrap or a bag or something dude you don’t stick it under the water! - Veronica the mood would be ruined if you put your hand in blood on the back of his neck though.

- KEVIN KELLER you are my favourite part of this show. - he’s like that honest friend who’s friend who’s like “might be fine, also, more likely, fucking not!”

- Cheryl would steal your man, your heart and your will to live with one hair flick. -She is pathological fucking terrifying! Veronica that is a weird thing to do..... Veronica sad people like being angry because it’s easier than being sad. - Good girl Veronica! Emapthy and openness you top chick! Archie crying made me very sad -Hell the fuck no! Not even the police in Once Upon A Time round up suspects that quickly. That’s ridiculous. They certainly wouldn’t do it without allowing the victim to have counselling, a guardian present and a lawyer.

- Jughead you are super suspicious of everything. You might have issues man. -Jughead bantering at Betty is funny I wish they allowed her to have a few more quips back. Lili deserves quips.

Hahahahahhaha I knew they would cut between holding the helmet and it being on her head. No mere mortal can get a motorcycle helmet on over a ponytail.        All these open faced motorcycle helmets would mean the faster they went the more bugs they would eat and in that weather they would have sore faces. Plus that beanie sitting that way would be on the road in seconds.

I feel like the Veronica and her mum scene looks like it’s out of the Da Vinci Code. I feel like it’s more than disrespect if your kid thinks you put out a hit on her bf’s dad fyi. Like I feel like you need to have a good look and your relationship with your child. Mother Lodge dearest that had the opposite affect.

I love the Pussy Cats. I do, but like no way would random friends be coming in to the hospital. I feel like hospital staff have a bit more decorum with a patients grieving children.

Archie and Veronica engagement idea has great lines. The flash to Pop gets a bit Twin Peaks. They crime scene would still be cornered off. There would be fingerprint powder everywhere. Pop’s monologue is awesome. Jughead inflections and stress  is weird. “Lighten up Pop, you sound like the Cranky Old Guy in the Friday the 13th movies” should be “Lighten up Pop, we aren’t in Friday the 13th”. Why is Jughead barely opening his mouth when talking this whole time in the diner. It sounds weird and mumbled. The line about hunger increasing I feel like is done really weird as though they are just hiding from Betty’s mum. I feel like I need more of the mood Jughead projected when hunting down Jason’s killer rather than super jokey to mumbled sad. Lili you consistently amazing person. -5 points for the line second skin when it could have been shed skin. WTF is going on with Jugheads beanie. It looks off. There shouldn’t have been a big breathe and a cut between “Betty” and the explanation. It sounds like he doesn’t want to talk about it then immediately does. Jughead saying ass seems out of character for the show. Jughead’s facial response to Betty seem non-linear.

Baby Jane reference is excellent. Cheryl you are a great villian. That scene was so so so so so so well done!

Veronica just say for you dad dude.

Jughead knows food is needed but he seem way too upbeat given it’s a fucking hospital and your mates dad’s in critical condition. Archie thinking he should have done more is a great addition. Adds to the feeling of helplessness. Also the fear of him coming back is dead on point.

Cheryl you weird weird little cherub. I love you and everything you do in life. I’m glad once Archie talked to his friends he could be a lot more relaxed with his dad. Great example of showing emotions in characters. All these dream sequences are starting to feel like fanfictions.... Archie is sooo cute and soo what teens are like “I’ll save my daddy always” -  sure you will kiddo. Sure you will...

Betty sounds very teenager right now. I LOVE IT. This is a good chunk of scenes we are having here. Instead of “I heard you” which sounds like he wasn’t speaking directly to her it should be “I get it”. Instead of “support you” it should be I’m there for you”. Support sounds motherly It was a lovely scene but I feel like the make out was weirdly timed. He should have just kissed her nose and we watched him get on his bike.

Jughead without a beanie looks adorable but in no way serpent scary. “What the hell!” would have sufficed. ... No bikie brings shit back to their house ever. Nobody shows no one proof of shit. That is impractical and unrealistic. That should have called Jughead to meet them at the White Whyrm. That also would have been better to juxtapose Jughead and his dad. You could have even had shots that looked like they were through the same camera.

-What if he did do something? would you want him at your house then Jug? Hell no! these bikers need a handbook in decorum.   Jughead should have been shot from a slightly high angle so he looked smaller. Cole Sprouse is too tall to look powerless and the mid lowish angle is weird. Jughead should have been more direct with his eyeline he just looked skittish.

Lodge parents, she has been at the hospital with her bf’s dad who is in critical fucking condition she isn’t wearing a mini skirt and listening to rock music. WTF! No teen would answer that accusation that calmly. There would be tears and screaming.

Particularly fantastic song choice. - - lodges that was odd. I love Archies mum :). This whole scene looks like it was shot with so much thought and care. Well done Riverdale on a beautiful close for your first episode back. Wait what... OR NOT I know that fucking car...O_O Dude no no no pedo lady is back. Ergh she makes my skin crawl. I’m so glad that they showed she wasn’t in love with Archie and she was in fact a fucking predator of the highest degree. Song is a good choice also.

hahahah the killer is in the house.

I jumped. Oh did I jump. Is he going to chop her freaking head off?!?!?

Her shoes remind me of the witch in the Wizard of Oz. Does that mean the killer is her ex husband and he shot Archie’s dad also and like both bad part are true (she’s a predator and her husbands abusive). If she has blood running down to her feet their would have been an artery squirt surely. Honestly that guy does not look the same.  

Riverdale with scream music is weird. I feel like I was mean to Jughead here, but I recently spent a lot of time cutting and arranging jughead scenes, so I feel like I’ve over analysed Jughead/Cole’s acting to the point of possible madness.