#man if any actual writers wanna take this and run with it. please do
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hi
cool and awesome @tibbycaps said slimekour purgatory au goes hard so. here you go.
The Tibby Part (i have cherri's but im not happy with it yet so. yea)
like 330 words
Tibby was having fun.
Sure, it was hard, but it was built to be that way. Sure, they made fun of each other, but they also helped each other. And the bouncy slime parkour was really fun too, like a trampoline. And as he sat here, on a ledge waiting for Martyn to catch up, hearing his friends ramble at each other about who knows what, he felt... peaceful. He didn't know why, but it seemed like he hadn't felt that way in a while.
Jupiter was here, meeping at him. He stroked her back, and she curled up on his lap.
(Where'd she come from? Cats can't parkour.)
(Don't think about it.)
He can't remember how he got here. To the funhouse in general, not here specifically. To get to this ledge took almost two hours of slime parkour. But how'd he get to the funhouse?
He tries to remember back. Before the funhouse. Where was he? Artimators? No, he was-
(A ranch. Horses. Floating wool.)
-He must've been on Artimators, then. Had too much to drink with-
(Grayed skin. An eye in a jar. A hand on his wrist, pulling.)
-Must've had too much to drink, is all. Blacked out. Cherri must've helped him over, gave him some milk.
As he stares out into the sweeping abyss, Martyn absolutely unable to make the jump in the background, he felt like there was something missing in him. A piece, a fragment, similar to that color of the void.
(Seats around a table. That swirling, inky darkness. Worry, worry, worry.)
Jupiter nosed his hand, and he realized he's stopped petting her. Finally, he hears Martyn land in the background, everyone celebrating so they can finally move on. He stands as well, Jupiter leaving.
He decides not to worry about whatever that gap is. He's sure it'll be fine. He's Tibby, after all.
(Red horns. A questioning voice. A stone house, everything off the floor. A crowned skull. Care.)
(His sweeties.)
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Playing to Win
pairing: stepdad!leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: your new stepdad isn't much older than you, yet he has the audacity to ask you to call him daddy?
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, dubcon, daddy kink, humiliation kink, spanking, praise/degradation
word count: 4.3k
a/n: i got a little silly hehe. this is technically my first commission. if you’re interested, check out my ko-fi. as always i appreciate the support, smoochies.
this is my first commission written for my beloved @nexysworld. without her, this would never have come about. she's a great writer and such a sweet person. you all should go check out her blog if you haven't already.
“You want me to call you what?” you ask incredulously as you stare down the man standing across from you.
“You heard me,” Leon says with no sense of teasing in his voice.
You laugh in his face, a cruel, unabashed laugh. You could not believe his audacity to ask you to call him daddy.
Technically, he was your new stepfather, but it was comical to you to even acknowledge him as such. He was right around your age, only a couple years difference, no way in hell were you going to call him daddy.
You had been open with your mother about your displeasure over Leon’s presence in your life. You called her a cradle robber and a cougar but to no avail. She continued her relationship with him; a young, bright eyed, rookie cop who always thought he knew best.
He wasn’t the problem so much. Sure, he was kind of annoying, but he was also pretty cute. He was funny, and if these were any other circumstances, you could see yourself and him getting along great, even being friends. Generally, he was nice to you, maybe a little over friendly if you were being honest. It always seemed like he knew something you didn’t, but you assumed that was just his nature.
“You’re funny, Leon,” you taunt, “Seriously, good joke.”
“It’s not a joke,” he corrects you and folds his arms over his chest, “Now that I’m taking a more serious role in your life, I expect you to show me some respect.”
“Oh, you do?” you laugh, “Leon-”
“Daddy,” he corrects.
You almost can’t speak, stunned to silence by the nerve of him. Was he doing this to annoy you? Was it supposed to be funny? Because there’s absolutely no way he could be serious about this.
“We are almost the same age. You realize this, yes?” you ask, enunciating the words slowly to get your point across, “I’m not calling you anything but your actual name. And maybe not even that cause you’re pissing me off, and I don’t wanna talk to you.”
“All this attitude, sweetheart, and for what?” he says as approaches you, “I’m not asking you to run a marathon for me. All I want is to be addressed properly.”
You scowl at the pet name. He brings a hand to your face, stroking your cheek with his knuckles before you swat it away.
“What is your problem, Leon?” you say angrily and shove him away, “Is this some fucked up fetish of yours? Like it’s not pathetic enough you’re fucking a divorced woman twice your age, right? You have to feel in control of me too to get it up?”
You laugh at him again when he responds with a glare. Rolling your eyes, you walk closer to him and get in his face.
“Aw, did I hurt daddy’s feelings?” you mock in the sweetest tone you could manage, giving him puppy dog eyes and putting emphasis on the title he was so obsessed with, “I’m so sorry daddy. Please don’t be mad at me.”
You’re about to laugh again before Leon spins you around so you quick the motion nearly gives you whiplash. Your back is flush against his chest, and even though you were teasing, your little performance clearly had some effect as you could feel his dick, now half hard, against your ass. It causes a small flash of heat in your belly that you try to pretend didn’t happen.
“Listen up, I’m not going to tell you again, baby. You do what I’m asking you, or we’re going to find another way to get it through your pretty little head,” he says.
His grip was firm. Despite his usual officer friendly persona, he could obviously be serious when he wanted to be. It didn’t shock you. You knew he was fit and could be intense. You’d caught him working out with his shirt off, sweat dripping down his muscular back while ‘Kim’ by Eminem blasted in his airpods. You tried to deny it, but it had left you feeling a little hot under the collar for the next few days.
You squirm in his hold, but he keeps your wrists pinned to your lower back. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, send me to my room? Ground me?” you say as you try to wriggle away.
“Oh no, we’re past that. You want to be a brat, I’ll handle you like one. I’ll put you over my knee and smack that cute ass until it’s raw, and you understand who’s in charge around here,” he says.
“You’re gonna spank me?” you shriek. You thrash harder in absolute shock. “No way! Are you fucking crazy? My mother will kick your ass.”
“Your mother isn’t here, babe. I’ll do whatever the hell I want,” he says. His fingers only tighten on you, digging into your flesh. An arm loops around your waist and starts pulling you over to the sofa. “Maybe she’ll be grateful that someone’s finally trying to teach you some manners.”
Even though you knew he was in shape, he was much stronger than you thought. He sits down on the sofa and folds you across his lap with no real effort. You’re secure there too, unable to get to your feet or away from him. You still try though, flailing your limbs about and bucking your hips.
“There, there. Let’s calm down, honey,” he coos, now clearly taunting you. He rubs the swell of your ass over the tight dress you were wearing. “Just tell Daddy you’re sorry, baby. I’m not a bad guy. I’m willing to hear you out.”
You don’t even respond. You pound your fists against his leg while kicking your feet.
“Poor baby. There’s no reason to throw a tantrum,” he says in the most condescending voice you’d ever heard. He gives you a light warning tap on the ass. “Just tell me what I want to hear, and Daddy will make it all better, give you all the kisses you need until you’re back to being a good girl.”
He was driving you fucking wild. Your body was taut with anger while your mind ran wild with frustration, not only at him, but at yourself. You could feel your panties getting sticky with arousal as he spoke down to you.
“Shut up, Leon!” you say and continue struggling.
His hand comes down again, cracking a little harder against the supple flesh of your ass. You suck a sharp breath in. It didn’t hurt yet, but it stung. Anymore force behind the swing of his palm and you knew he could fulfill his threats of marking up your ass.
“You wanna try that again, princess?” he says, “I’ll give you one more chance.”
“No! I’m not calling you Daddy you sick fucker! I-”
A loud slap echoes through the room. That was the smack you were scared of. So hard you could feel the burn beneath your skin. There was absolutely no doubt about his strength now. He lands another two, one on each cheek, drawing whimpers from your throat.
“Watch your mouth,” he says, “I’m sick of the whining and the back talk. I’ve given you more than enough chances to fix your behavior. I’m done playing nice with you.”
In a quick motion, he yanks your skirt up to bunch it at the small of your back. You squeal out “Leon!” but it makes no difference. Again, you attempt to wriggle away. All it does though is give him a view of your ass wiggling around in those cute panties you wore. The ones he had seen peeking over the waist of your jeans.
He lays more lashes to your skin in rapid succession. You wriggle slightly and involuntarily whine. Your ‘stepfather’ felt no guilt though. Partially because it was all part of the plan, partially because he could see the light purple fabric between your thighs darkening with arousal. Plus, the pathetic noises spilling from your mouth only made him want to work harder, rip more sweet cries from you. He continues cracking his solid hand against your bottom, sending ripples through the soft flesh. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, your eyes start to water, and your bottom lip juts out into a quivering pout.
“Oh, look at that sweet face,” he coos, taking a break from spanking you to stroke your cheek, “I know it hurts, baby. But it can all stop once you decide to stop being a stubborn little brat.”
He punctuates his statement with another swat. Your body jolts forward at the contact, head falling forward to hang in shame. You hate yourself for playing into it, but you can’t stop the automatic response that exits you in a humiliating whimper.
“I’m not a brat.”
“Oh you’re not? Could’ve fooled me,” he responds. He cracks his hand against your cheeks a few more times before giving you a break and rubbing the sore skin.
“I’m not. You’re just… you’re just mean.”
The words tumble from you in a pitiful cry, physically hurting you to say something so pathetic. To show such weakness when he was being such a prick. You shut your eyes, and a warm tear falls down your face. That only made you feel worse, making you want to cry more. A vicious cycle you couldn’t break out of when all your mind could think of was your stinging flesh and his patronizing voice.
“I’m being mean to you? Aw baby, after all the things you said, you think I’m the mean one?” he mocks.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper out without really thinking about it.
“I don’t need you to be sorry, sweetheart. You know what I want,” he says.
What’s supposed to be a groan comes out as a frustrated whine. You shake your head weakly and open your eyes again. His fingers slip beneath your chin to lift your face to look at him.
“Just say it. Say it and it will all be over. We can get on to helping you feel better,” he says.
The pain radiating from your ass, now glowing red, was almost enough to make you give in on the spot. But you could hear it in his voice. He was so fucking smug, having so much fun watching you cry and shift around in discomfort. You couldn’t just let him win.
So you shake your head defiantly, sniffling as your watery eyes connect with his in a stare. You immediately regret your decision because the amused glint that forms his eyes lets you know that he enjoys the resistance more than your submission. The corners of his lips tick upwards into a slight smile. Now it’s his turn to shake his head and mockingly tut at you before swinging his forearm and blasting your sore flesh with the heel of his palm.
You cry out, the noise strangled with despair. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip to restrain the louder sobs that were bubbling in your throat.
“Just give in, sweetheart. There’s no need to act tough for me. Do what I know you want to, and say the word,” he orders, his words coming out low and slow.
You know you should, but god, you don’t want to. It’s like your most basic instincts don’t want you to either. You have to think through it, force your tongue to conjure the word and expel it from your lips.
“I’m sorry… Daddy,” you whimper. A couple more tears leak from your eyes. The humiliation that mounts in your chest is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. But as the heat rises to your cheeks and clouds your mind, making you feel dizzy, you feel a deeper sense of heat spreading out in your lower belly. And it only gets worse when he starts in on you again.
“Oh, that’s my girl. Such a good girl when you want to be. I knew you could do it,” he coos, “Say it again for me, baby. Least you can do after being so cruel.”
At this point, you figure you’d already said it once, so what’s one more time. You say it again if for no other reason than to stop his harsh blows from raining down on your sensitive skin.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” you cry.
“That’s right. I know you are, honey. I know you don’t mean that stuff. You just wanted some attention, right? Wanted some time with Daddy all to yourself,” he says as his hand comes up and starts stroking your hair.
You weakly shake your head. You weren’t acting up because of that. He was being an asshole. That’s why you were acting up. Or were you even acting up? Your reaction was justified, wasn’t it? All the attention on you mixed with the shame boiling in your head makes it hard to think through this stuff.
“Oh, are you shy? Don’t wanna tell the truth?” he coos with a cruel chuckle. One of his hands rubs your aching ass while the other trails up and down your thigh soothingly. The latter hand slowly creeps to the junction of your legs. “I know that’s what it is, doll. I can feel it.”
As he says that, you feel fingers petting the damp fabric that conceals your cunt. You take a sharp breath to which his chuckle grows into a short laugh. He presses his fingers against the cloth, and you can tell immediately that even his movements are done in a way to mess with you. His digits drag against your panties, not giving you the pressure you need on your clit. You squirm awkwardly in an effort to find a better angle and not feel the soaked garment cling to your folds.
“Feeling a little impatient?” he teases.
You nod, any remaining shreds of dignity you have slowly being peeled away. You just couldn’t resist. The potential pleasure that’s just out of reach. The heat of his thick cock against your hip. His voice, like soft velvet slipping over your mind.
“Well honey, show me you can ask nicely, and I’ll be happy to help you out. Won’t even make you wait, we can get right to what you really want,” he says. His tone sounds slightly more genuine here.
“Pretty please, Daddy,” you force out. Your eyes cast down in shame as if you’re studying the pattern of the living room carpet.
“Pretty please what, babydoll?” he says, the teasing returning for a moment.
“Pretty please… fuck me,” you squeak.
He smirks, his victory written all over his face.
“Woah, listen to the mouth on you,” he tuts, “Normally, I wouldn’t let that kind of language fly, sweetheart, but I think you’ve had enough punishment for one day.”
His hands squeeze your waist and flip you over on his lap. He wipes away your tears with his thumb and presses a kiss to your forehead, that stupid smug expression on his face the entire time.
The next move is guiding your body onto the couch. You whimper as your back meets the cool leather. He pays that no mind and instead lifts your hips and tugs your skirt and panties off in one motion. You notice in your peripheral that he takes a souvenir, shoving the light purple underwear in his pocket.
After giving your ass a firm squeeze, his hands drift up and pull your shirt off. His eyes fixate on your tits, his soft hands coming to cup them and flick his fingers over your nipples which were beginning to perk up.
“No bra? I guess I should’ve expected that from you,” he chuckles as he continues fondling your soft breasts. The touch relieves some of the building pressure, the weight in your chest just begging to be squeezed and massaged. He watches the pliable flesh move beneath his fingers before giving your nipples a quick pinch and moving to undress himself.
He doesn’t waste any time, his clothing pooled on the floor in mere moments. He gets on top of you. Large hands hook behind your knees, angling your hips upward. Your legs come to rest on his shoulders as he grabs his cock and swipes the tip through the slick that had collected between your thighs.
“So fucking wet, I didn’t even need to warm you up,” he grunts as he pushes the tip in.
You bite your lip, unable to stop the whine it brings out of you. He exhales with amusement, and his free hand goes to your face to rub your cheek. It was only the tip so far, but you couldn’t even deny how good it felt. And while he moves with a purpose, he draws out this first thrust as long as possible. He inches it in, going as slow as he can. The pleasure he gets just from watching you squirm with desperation is clear in the way he looks down at you.
“There we go. Just what you need. Daddy filling you up. Gonna make you a good girl from now on,” he coos and drags his thumb over your bottom lip.
Without even thinking, you open your mouth and flatten your tongue against the digit before wrapping your lips around it. You suck on it gently, softly moaning as your saliva coats his thumb.
At this point, it’s physically impossible for him to look more pleased with himself. Honestly, it seemed like he took more enjoyment from watching you slip farther into his grasp than he did from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him.
Once he’s all the way in, completely buried in your warm, wet embrace, the hand that had been guiding his cock slides up. He gently thumbs your clit, grinning as your sweet mewls become the slightest bit louder.
He begins dragging himself in and out, savoring the feeling of your walls gripping him, sucking him in. It seems you only clamp down harder as he plays with your pretty little bundle of nerves. He keeps toying with it as his hips work back and forth.
Your eyes flutter, becoming half-lidded with the smooth stream of pleasure flowing through you. You whimper and whine while still sucking on his thumb. He started to repeatedly tease pulling it out before pushing it all the way in, nearly gagging you.
“So precious, aren’t you?” he whispers, leaning forward.
Your thighs are now pressed to your chest. His cock so deep it reaches places you didn’t even know about. He picks up the pace a bit, balls smacking against you with each move. To your dismay, he removes his thumb from your mouth, dragging it down and smearing spit down your chin. Your disappointment is only momentary as he’s quick to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
His soft lips move against your wet ones while he continues pumping deep. Your head swims with the pleasure he provides. Everything becomes a soft warm haze as he toys with your clit and stretches you out. The gentle kisses combine with the tender feeling of his warm skin sliding against yours.
“Gonna have to do this every time you get bratty, baby. Keep you dumb on my cock, exactly where you should be, making sure you don’t get outta line,” he grunts, eyes closing as a wave of pleasure hits him, “This all you needed, just some time with Daddy.”
You nod lazily, all hopes of keeping a resistant exterior up gone out the window. “More kisses, Daddy,” you mumble as you connect your lips in a messy kiss.
He chuckles at the lack of resistance left in you. He returns your nod and indulges you. His tongue slips into your mouth, meeting your own as you make out.
It’s all so good. You can’t get enough. Everything is him right now. It’s all for him. You know you’re getting close and so does he. He can feel the way your pussy rhythmically constricts around him. It’s working him closer too, but he can’t let it end yet. Not before he gets to the final step.
His movements become strategic. You’re teetering on the edge, getting enough pleasure to keep you whining and clutching at him, but not enough for that final push to heaven. Just one more stroke in the right wave, and you know you could get there.
While your head continues to fog up from his efforts, he pulls away from kissing you. He nestles his head in between yours and the couch cushion.
“You know, honey, now that we’re seeing eye to eye, I think I should let you in on something,” he whispers, hot breath fanning across your ear.
“Mmm, what?” you ask. You were only half paying attention, too caught up in the heat of the moment.
“I’ve had my eye on you for a while, sweet thing,” he rasps.
“Really?” you ask, unsure why he was bringing this up but choosing to go along with it in your dreamy state. He had been dating your mom for a while, so maybe he had this little infatuation for longer than you thought.
“Mhm, earlier than I think you know,” he says with a nip to your earlobe.
“That’s nice,” you murmur and nuzzle your face against his hair, breathing in his scent.
“Aren’t you curious when? When was the first time I saw your pretty face? The first time I wanted to slide into this tight pussy?” he murmurs.
“When?” you ask. You tried to feign interest, but fuck, you really just wanted to cum.
“I remember it, clear as day. It was at a party, you remember that guy from high school who had the 3D tv in his basement. It was at his house. You were down there, looking so fucking cute, talking to some douchebag. And I heard you talking to him. About Fortnite,” he says.
You just nod and moan. You honestly didn’t even remember that he went to your high school, but you didn’t really care at the moment. It still felt so good, him drilling in and out of you. You just couldn’t help but wonder why he thought now was the time to bring this up.
“You told that guy your gamer tag. But I realized I also remembered that name. I had played a match with you before. You beat me, stole my victory royale,” he says with a soft laugh.
“Umm… ok,” you reply, totally lost and not just because your mind was all cloudy from being railed into the couch.
“Tell me, honey: do you remember the name rookiepillz?” he asks.
“No?” you say. Was this really the time for this conversation? That was all you could think. But before you could voice your complaint his hand starts rubbing your clit again with even more pressure than before. All words in your throat tangle up into a string of whimpers.
“You should. I sent you a message after that game. Told you ‘I’m gonna fuck you and your mom sweaty,’” he says with a particularly hard thrust, “Well, look at us now.”
You listen, absolutely lost, until the dots start connecting. You turn your head to look at him, not believing this was real. You did remember that message. It made you and your friends giggle for the next hour, created an inside joke for the next few years.
“No way,” you say. You try to keep your voice even, but despite his insane words, his cock was still hitting just right, “Rookie- fuck! Rookiepillz?”
He puts in a couple of those strokes that hit just right, brushed all your sweet spots, filled you up the perfect amount. All the while his thumb rubs your clit in tiny, quick circles. You couldn’t hold on. A sharp cry leaves you as you gush around his cock. You grip the couch for support as your body rolls with the rush.
“Yes way, sweetheart. Rookiepillz,” he grunts.
When most of the high has finished and you’re starting to come down, you open your eyes and look up at him with disbelief. He’s grinning, so satisfied that he’s gotten the last laugh.
“Wha- you’re… you’re fucking insane… literally why would you remember that? And why would you take it so seriously? It’s Fortnite!” you moan, still feeling the aftershocks of your release.
“I play the long game, baby, and I play to win,” he moans as a strained expression washes over his face. He snaps his hips a few more times before slamming in all the way with one final thrust. “This is my ultimate victory royale.”
With that, he empties himself inside you, hot cum flooding your cunt. You whimper yet again. It still felt good even if you just found out his motivation behind all of this was borderline psychotic.
He pumps in and out a few more times before pulling out. His chest puffs with deep breaths on top of yours. Both of you lay together in silence for a few moments. What had just happened? You could barely even comprehend it. Instead of driving yourself as crazy as he is by dwelling on it, you shove him off of you. You get up and start putting on your clothes again.
“You’re fucking crazy,” you say.
He laughs and sits up on the couch. “Don’t act like you didn’t have fun, baby,” he says while stretching, “You were such a good girl for your daddy.”
Your eyes widen and cheeks burn with embarrassment at his teasing. God, why had you ever said that? Now that you weren’t all worked up, you just wanted to go back in time and kick your own ass for even thinking of giving in.
“Shut up,” you grumble.
He stands up, still laughing and clearly on top of the world with his “victory.” You smooth out your outfit as he starts putting his own clothing back on. He holds up his belt and cracks it teasingly.
“Watch your mouth, there’s still time before your mother gets home. That sweet ass might not have enough marks,” he taunts.
You shoot him a glare before storming out of the room.
“Oh come on, babe. If you’re not into that, maybe we could play some Fortnite?” he calls.
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Chapter Three: Queer Panic and Smutty Books
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Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Angst, Steve being sad, Robin being awkward, Eddie being sexy as hell, kissing, cum eating, blow jobs, oral female receiving, major dirty talk, Dom! Eddie, masterbation, voyerism (if i've missed any lemme know), Eddie and Steve are in their early to mid 40s, reader is in her mid 20s
Summary: Eddie takes you out on a proper date, and you have some words with Steve
Authors Note: YAYYYY THE SMUT HAS COMMENCEDDDD! i'm sorry this took so long to upload, I genuinely was having major writers block writing the smut for some reason, plus I just wanted it to be perfect for you guys! Anyways ENJOY :D 8k words
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You could get lost in this man’s lips forever, constantly intertwined. He kissed you like a man starved, like his life depended on every kiss. He tasted like whiskey, you didn’t even like whiskey that much, but you couldn’t care less. You want him, you want him in such a primal way that you huff when he finally breaks off the kiss and touches his forehead to yours.
“Slow down there tiger” he breathes as his chest rises harshly up and down trying to catch his breath. You huff in protest, trying and failing to pull him back into a kiss with your arms still around his neck. But Eddie is too strong, he pulls your arms from around his neck and holds your wrists in one of his hands and holds your chin with the other.
“If we’re gonna do this I wanna do it right, kay?”, he says, nuzzling his nose against yours. You look at him confused, unsure of what he means by that, head still clouded with lust and want.
“Do it right?”, you question him. He smirks at you like you’re oblivious and missing something obvious. He runs his thumb over your lips while he explains.
“Well..If we’re going to do this...us.. together. I want to take you out on a proper date, you can pick where we go. But I want to show how you deserve to be treated. That alright with you?” he proclaims.
You bite your lip to hide the smile that was threatening to spill out and nod your head in excitement. This was really happening, with him. With Eddie fucking Munson.
“Good girl”, he coos, looking at your lips again like a lion hunting its prey. And you almost give in, and let him kiss you, touch you, fuck you. But Eddie was right, you wanted to see what it felt like to be treated like a woman, like someone desirable.
So, instead you groan and put your head into his chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled like cigarettes and leather, you breathed in deeper like a woman starved.
“You’re making it really fucking hard here mister”, you groan into his chest. His laugh vibrating his chest making you look up to see the smile on his face, eliciting a smile on your face too.
There he is.. there’s my Eddie... MY Eddie
“I didn’t know being a gentleman was considered a crime nowadays,” he taunted, his eyes twinkling under the light of the kitchen. You roll your eyes.
Oh yeah, he’s still Eddie
“No not that Eds... what you said AFTER that” you said your voice faltering at the end, your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, unable to utter the actual words “Good girl” out loud.
Eddie raises his eyebrows, clearly amused by your sudden shyness after basically eating his face off. “Oooohhh you mean when I called you a good girl?” he asks knowingly.
You look down at Eddies feet, unable to look him in the eyes, your cheeks surely bright red by this point. Eddie’s hand that’s still resting on your chin, forces you to look at him again.
“So easy to fluster, this is gonna be fuunn,” he taunts lowly, giving you a quick kiss on your lips. You whine against his lips indignantly.
The two of you spend the rest of the night entwined on the couch, alternating between kissing each other or how the two of you usually were; just laughing and talking about life.
You felt so free, like part of you that you had left in a cage long ago was starting to flap its wings. At some point the talking and kissing ceased and the both of you fell asleep entangled together on the couch. As you were falling asleep, you genuinely thought that you had never been this comfortable in your life.
You woke up in the middle of the night with a gasp, waking Eddie up too, making him fall off the bed with a thud.
“Gawd princess you gotta warn a fella, I’m not invincible like the young bucks you’ve been with before” he says sleepily, rubbing an ache out of the small of his back.
You giggle at him and look at the time on the clock, 5:04 am, you sigh in relief, still time to sneak back into Violet’s room and get some sleep before she wakes up for work.
“I can’t believe we fell asleep on the couch” you whisper, trying not to make too much noise as you get off the couch. You were young, but no one’s back feels good after sleeping on the couch.
“I was just so comfy, with you laying on me.” Eddie admits.
“Me too,” You reply sheepishly, now fully awake you remember the events that transpired not a few hours ago.
You help Eddie up off the floor, he immediately wraps his arms around you. You hum into his touch, appreciating how natural this already feels to you. He kisses the top of your head and then lifts your head up with both of his hands and kisses your lips firmly.
This time he moans into the kiss, hearing him sets your skin on fire. You squirm out of his arms to look at his face to make sure it was real, that this is really happening.
He looks back at you scanning your face for any doubt but finds none and smiles idly at you.
“I should probably go back to Violet’s room,” you voice.
He does a dramatic frown and pouting noise, before kissing you one last time.
“Just need one more for the road,” he teases, eventually releasing you.
The two of you walk up the stairs together, holding hands the entire way, parting at the top of the stairs to go your separate ways. You feel giddy, never having felt this way before.
You get one last peak at him before he goes into the master bedroom at the other end of the hallway. You touch the doorknob to Violet’s room and turn it slowly. Trying to make as little noise possible in hopes of not waking her up. You slide under the covers soundlessly. Staring up at your best friend’s ceiling.
What the fuck am I doing?
Violet turns over in her sleep and rests her arm over your chest, completely unaware of what transpired between you and her dad. You take a deep breath in, willing yourself to calm down so you can sleep.
Deciding that future you, would think more about this tomorrow, right now you just wanted to bask in the fact that Eddie Munson kissed you.. and now he wants to take you out on a date.
You wake up to the sound of Violets work alarm, you hear groaning next to you as Violet wakes up to turn the alarm off. She sits up and rubs the sleep out of her eyes.
“Good Morning babe,” she says tiredly.
You smile, she looks so much like her dad, her deep brown eyes, her infectious smile, even how her eyes look when she’s just woken up. Little things you never noticed before because you tried so hard not to think about her Eddie. But now you can’t not see it, not after last night.
“Morning,” you mutter, still waking up yourself.
You sit up in bed, you’re exhausted, between the emotional rollercoaster of a day you had yesterday and staying up late with Eddie, it feels like you’ve gotten almost no sleep.
“What’s that?” Violet asks, pointing at you.
“What’s what Vi?” you look at her curiously.
“Is-is that a hickey on your neck?” she asks a bit louder.
You cover your neck faster than a flash of lighting, you were so caught up in the moment with Eddie yesterday you weren’t even thinking about whether or not him kissing and nibbling on your neck would leave marks.
Violet moves your hand away to get a better look at your hickey, you try to fight her off, but she pins your hands with her legs, stuck in her grasp. Your decisions from last night suddenly becoming very very real and very scary. You wanted to tell Violet eventually about you and Eddie. But not right now, not before you’ve even had your first date.
“Damn... He kissed you like that and still rejected you. What a fucking prick, I was so caught up in helping you yesterday I didn’t see this last night” she says still admiring your hickey.
Relief floods your system, Violet assumes you got the hickey from Steve. Why wouldn’t she? She has no reason not to trust you, until now.
“Yeah, that’s why I was so embarrassed” you lied, you fucking hated lying to her, but you’d tell her when you were ready; And the timing just wasn’t right.
“Give me his address so I can kick his ass, better yet give me the name of the Dean so I can get him fired for using you like that,” she retorts.
“No Vi it’s really okay, I’m only going to be in his class for a couple more months and then I won’t have to see him ever again,” you reply.
Violet nods seemingly satisfied with your answer and got off you. You watch her as she gets out of bed and starts to get ready for work, quickly concealing the hickey Eddie gave to you the night before. You really do have the best friend in the entire world.
Even with everything that happened with you and Eddie, your interaction with Steve still really stung. Remembering what happened, felt like a pit was sitting in your stomach. Thinking back on it you don’t blame him for how he reacted, he’s your professor, he could lose his job if the wrong person found out about the two of you.
You do regret how you reacted to him though, you’re not usually one that is quick to anger, but you just felt so rejected by him. Maybe you would apologize to him after class, you hoped he would accept your apology.
Violet lets you borrow some of her clothes and the two of you get ready for the day in her room. You do some light make up, while Violet fixes her hair.
“Fuck where is it?” You see Violet searching around in one of her drawers looking for something.
“Do you mind running to the bathroom for me and seeing if my hairspray is in there?” she asks.
You nod and head out into the hallway, looking at the stairs that you walked up last night hand in hand with Eddie. You can’t help but smile lightly at the memory.
You walk down the hall to the bathroom and go to open the door. But as you reach for the handle it swings open. Coming face to face with a shirtless Eddie, wearing only a towel around his waist.
You lips go into an “O” shape at the sight of him, your panties practically dropping to the basement floor. He smiles widely at you, looking at Violets door and then scooping you up into a kiss. You soften into his grip, glad that he hadn’t changed his mind about the two of you since sleeping.
“Mornin’ m’lady” he smiles into your hair.
“Morning Eds” you say as you kiss him on the cheek because that’s as far as you can reach on your tippy toes. It takes every atom in your body to not jump him right there in broad daylight with Violet in the other room. He beams at the nickname, giving you another swift kiss.
“Did you find it?!” Violet yells from the other room.
Both of your eyes go wide, and Eddies hands drop to his sides at the sound of his daughter. He winks at you before leaving to go to his room. Your head now dizzy after kissing Eddie, you scramble through the bathroom drawers to find what Violet needed, and running back to her room before she went looking for you.
The rest of the morning continuing with business as usual, the three of you eat breakfast together, courtesy of Eddie. He made French toast and bacon, and he put whip cream smiley faces on all the French toast stacks.
Violet announces that she’s spending the following weekend at Quinns, because they were going to have a Lord of The Rings marathon, something they both take very seriously. Violet leaves soon after to go to work, while you and Eddie both take your time finishing your food.
“So next weekend then?” Eddie questions, with a mischievous smile.
You look up at him from your plate, “Can’t wait,” you confess.
He looks down at his food again, pushing his food around his plate with his fork like a child. His eyebrows are knit together like he’s thinking really hard.
“You alright over there old man?” you joke, nudging him with your foot under the table.
He looks up at you like you broke his concentration, “Yeah, I’m good, I just don’t want you to think that I’m trying to keep you a secret or anything, ya know? I know Violet is grown and what I do with my life isn’t really her business anymore, but I just don’t think I’m ready to tell her yet if that’s okay with you?” he explains.
You look at him kindly and nod, feeling the same way. You hoped that when the both of you did eventually tell Violet that she would at least want the both of you to be happy, even if it took her awhile to get used to it.
You finish breakfast shortly after, needing to stop at your apartment before school to grab some books. You grab all your stuff from Violet’s room, and you’re about to put your stuff in the car before he calls out to you.
“Not so fast princess” turning you around and pinning you against the inside of the front door. Cradling your face in his hands, a sensation you were now very familiar with, dipping down and kissing you fiercely.
“I could get used to this” he whispers into your neck, giving a swift peck before grabbing your bookbag and walking you out to your car. You were so shocked you didn’t know what to say, a guy had never carried anything for you before, you could get used to this too.
“Text me later k?” he asks, you had his number in your phone because technically the two of you work together, but up until this point you had been too chicken to ever text for anything other than necessary for work, and maybe a few memes you thought he’d get a kick out of.
You nod and give him one final kiss, addicted to his lips at this point, and then drive off down the road towards your apartment.
Driving away from the safety of Eddie’s house was making the anxiety in your stomach boil up into your throat. You had to see Steve today and you had to apologize. As much as you didn’t want to go to class and face him, you knew it was the right thing to do. If you wanted to keep your job and work civilly alongside him then you had to.
Before you could even think about Steve, you had a huge paper due on Queer Cinema in your Gender Studies class. Gender studies really was one of your favorite classes that was sure to put you in a good mood before you had to face the music.
Professor Buckley spent a majority of the class showing clips from iconic queer films and discussing the importance of representation in media. She was in the middle of taking about a scene she had just played and why its relevant, when a male student raises his hand.
“Plus, he’s really hot.” he said.
The entire class erupts into laughter, and one of the girls you sit behind in your sociology class chimed in.
“Not hotter than Professor Harrington though!” she giggled, a bunch of other girls and guys from the class agree along with her.
Robin rolling her eyes, “This class is supposed to give me hope for humanity, not swooning over some GUY, and dingus isn’t as hot as you all think. Plus, he’s really into TAs so you’re all out of luck” she says nonchalantly, not knowing that your Steve’s TA.
The room went silent, the only sound you’re able to hear is your heart begging to explode from your chest. The few people that you have in your sociology class look at you in horror, Robin covering her hand with her mouth realizing what she had done.
Your feet move without you thinking, standing up and grabbing your things and fleeing the room as fast as they could take you. You were utterly embarrassed with tears threatening to spill from your eyes for a third time in less than 24 hours. You don’t even know where you’re going until you do, and you’re standing outside of Steve’s classroom. You know he likes to get there early to get everything ready for your class.
You open the door and shut it, Steve jumps at the noise. Lips formed in a tight smile once he realizes that it’s you.
“So do you do this with every one of your TAs then?” you say loudly, hoping it would stop him from hearing the quiver in your voice.
He walks carefully over to you, like you’re a wounded animal ready to pounce. You can’t bare to look at his face, so you look at the floor, blinking vigorously willing the tears back into your eyes.
“What are you talking about?” he says carefully.
“I was just made a fool of in Robins class, because one of the girls thinks you’re hot and she said that you only have a thing for TAs, was all this just a fucking game to you Steve? To get me to like you and then make me feel like an idiot?” You spat at him, looking him in the eyes now so he can see the anger behind them.
Steve sighs loudly and nervously runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes look tired, like he didn’t sleep a wink the night before. “No- I, No that’s not even remotely true, Y/N you have to believe me, nothing like this has ever happened before. This is all uncharted territory for me,” he says tiredly.
“How do you expect me to believe you? After rejecting me the way you did last night, after weeks of flirting with me. You were just toying with me all along, weren’t you? I thought you were better than that!” tears now spilling over your cheeks, conceding in your fight to keep them in.
“Y/N I- Fuck I’m so sorry this is all so fucked up. I didn’t expect anything of this to happen, I shouldn’t have kissed you, I should have waited until you weren’t my student anymore, so it was less complicated. But you have to believe me when I say that my feelings for you are genuine, regardless of how messed up it is. None of this should’ve happened. Please just let me explain and it’ll all make sense,” he begs.
You take a deep breath in and wipe the tears from your eyes, “You are right about one thing Steve, this never should have happened” you seethe.
Steves eyes sadden, and he nods in defeat, knowing he’s lost the battle and you along with it.
“Go find yourself another TA to fuck with Steve because I’m done.” you growl.
You turn your heel and walk out of the room, working alongside Steve was no longer an option. If you didn’t need the credit to graduate you would’ve marched into the student center and drop his class right then and there. But your education was more important than some guy.
The rest of the day happens in a blur, unable to concentrate on any of your classes that day. Your mind constantly just floating aimlessly in the air, if someone coughed to hard in your direction you’d probably float away. Going through the motions of the day, kept you safe, steering clear of all thoughts about Steve was the best course of action for the moment.
You did feel conflicted, your feelings continuing to confuse you. Why were you so upset about this? Your thing with Eddie is so good, the best you ever had, so why are you so upset? It’s all so confusing, you’ve never liked one person as much as you like Eddie, and reluctantly Steve too. Yet it felt so right, like it was the most normal thing in the world, for the short while before the whole thing went to shit.
As much as you are furious with Steve, it also made things easier and less confusing. Now you could just focus on Eddie, and that you didn’t mind at all. You could spend every day of forever with him and it still would never be enough. That’s not to say that thoughts of Steve still didn’t pop up in your mind and dreams, he still was your teacher so you still saw him almost every day. The first few days after the initial shock of what Robin had said were awkward, both in class with Steve and Robin.
Robin was relentless with her apologies, apologizing for it every chance she got.
“I’m so sorry, sometimes I just do this thing where I start talking, and then I don’t know what I’m saying until I say it. It’s like I blackout in the middle of taking and then by the time I realize, the damage has already been done and I’ve put my whole foot in my mouth. I’m so sorry,” she rambles anxiously.
“Its fine really, water under the bridge,” you dismiss her kindly.
You really didn’t blame Robin, it’s not like she knew what was going on between you and Steve, she was just trying to make a joke, a bad joke but a joke, nonetheless.
Steve, on the other hand, went completely silent. His classes were filled with less energy than before. He seemed tired, like he stopped sleeping through the night. His skin seemed less shiny, his eyes no longer bright, and his hair always seemed slightly out of place from anxiously running his fingers through it. Steve was a mess.
You almost felt bad, yes he hurt you, but there was a part inside of you that still cared deeply for the man that you once had a connection with. He didn’t try to talk to you anymore or explain himself after the fight that the two of you had. Just radio silence.
You tried your best not to think about it too hard, plus you had an amazing distraction. It had been about a week since you and Eddie first made plans to go out on a date, with that date now fast approaching only a few days from now. And still stumped as to where your first date should be, maybe you were over thinking it, but you wanted it to be perfect. Your head was swirling with so many different ideas. You wanted to do something unique, that would show him parts of you. You weren’t always the best with your words, but if you could show him parts of yourself maybe he’d understand. You were shaken from your thoughts when your phone buzzed a few times in a row.
“hey”
“heyyy”
“I’m bored and you’re cute call me when you’re free x”
You smile widely at your phone; Eddie always knew how to make every day better. You pick up your phone and dial his number.
“Hi handsome,” you beam into your phone.
“Hey baby, how was your day?” you can hear the smile in his voice
“Eh fine, I’d rather be with you,” you confess.
You really wish you could be with Eddie, but instead you were surrounded by your textbooks swamped with the homework you had this week.
“Then come over here, Violets out, and I have the house to myself,” he asks.
“Can’t, homework,” you sigh.
“You can do your homework here, I won’t distract you. Pinky Promise! Only several thousand kisses that’s it!” he begs. You groan into the receiver, and Eddie retorts with a chuckle knowing that he’s wearing you down.
As convincing as Eddies offer was, and it was really convincing. You wanted to have a good time on your date, you needed to get all this work done to give Eddie your full attention, and not worry about school.
“I don’t trust you mister,” you joke.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t either, but you should still come over anyways,” he retorts.
You laugh at his goofy nature, and that alone almost makes you say yes.
“How bout this princess, I’ll come over there. I’ll sit and read a book or something, and be a good boy while you do your work,” he suggests.
You ponder this over in your head for a minute but who are you kidding, how could you possibly say no to him? Plus, you really only have to revise two papers, shouldn’t take too long.
“Alright alright you win, come on over stinky,” you say with a roll of your eyes.
“Be over soon pretty girl,” he says slyly.
How could you ever say no to Eddie fucking Munson.
You appreciate that Eddie didn’t make it too hard for you to concentrate when he finally showed up at your apartment. He did as he said he would, sitting next to you on your bed, one had rubbing circles on your back and the other holding a book that he was trying to finish.
His touch soothing you, as you rub stress out of your own temples. When you could, sneaking glances at the very beautiful man sitting right next to you. He was dressed down today, hair in a low bun, in a pair of sweatpants and an old Iron Maiden T shirt. He could wear a brown paper bag and he’d still be one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen. It made the time between today and the date that much more excruciating, Eddie had been very adamant that there would be no funny business prior to the date, which is honestly a surprising amount of self-control for him. It showed he meant business, which you respected. But it was also driving you to the brink of insanity, cursing into the abyss that the universe would give you the prettiest man in the world and not be able to jump his bones. It was a cruel world indeed.
Your insatiable urges aside you could get used to this. Him being here, even if you weren’t talking, his presence soothed and ache inside of you. You also loved that Eddie loves books almost as much as you did, you wouldn’t think by just looking at him. But he had his nose in a book quite often, whether that’s a new DnD manual, researching for a new campaign, or just reading random sci-fi books.
And that’s when it hits you, you know where the two of you are going to go for your date. You look up from your computer screen and look at Eddie. His brows lightly scrunched together, probably reading a thrilling part in his book. He looks at you from the corner of his eye.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer gorgeous. I’m trying to be good here and you’re distracting me,” he taunts, as he flips a page in his book very dramatically.
You roll your eyes at him, if he wasn’t so cute, he’d be the biggest pain in your ass.
“Alright then I guess you just won’t get to know where we go on our date then, fine by me!” you hint.
Then you’re jumped by a mass of dark brown curls and you’re tackled onto the bed.
“Tell me tell me tell me!!!!” he says in between kisses to your cheeks and neck. Giggling uncontrollably, you concede.
“Fine fine, you win! Me and you. Saturday. Coffee shop and bookstore. 12 pm don’t be late Munson.” You reveal with a light kiss to Eddies bottom lip.
Expecting Eddie to continue his shenanigans, his eyes soften a little and he dips down to give you a firm kiss on your lips.
“You’re perfect, ya know that?” he says sincerely.
You roll your eyes at him. He holds your chin in place, the way that makes your breath hitch.
“Nuh uh, don’t be mean to my girl,” he coos.
You blush and kiss him back with the same ferocity, your homework can wait. You spend the rest of the night snuggled up against Eddie while he read his book to you in between the thousands of kisses he promised.
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The day the date actually came around you were a fucking mess, you woke up super early, trying to figure out the right outfit to wear. Not that you thought it would matter to Eddie all that much, but it mattered to you. You were something of a perfectionist and you wanted this date to go well.
You decide on a comfy green sweater, a pair of leggings, and black platform combat boots, and your winter jacket. It was getting colder outside, and you were not used to the Indiana winters, you swear you had never seen so much snow in your life.
You were just doing your finishing touches in the mirror when you heard a knock on the door. You can’t contain the smile that spreads across your face as you basically leap to the door in excitement. You swing the door open, and you are face to face with a excited smile that matched yours.
“Hi princess,” he greets you, giving you a light kiss on your lips.
“Hey Eddie,” you smile up at him, even in your platform boots, this man was so much taller than you. It made your heart flutter and your body tingle.
“Ready to go?” he says seductively leaving a more passionate kiss onto your lips, making your legs buckle slightly. The kiss makes you want to abandon the date all together and take him right here on your couch. The week since your first kiss had been grueling, and you wanted more than kisses.
“Yeah, let’s go,” you beam up at him leaving a kiss on his jaw. He moans and you know he’s thinking the same thing as you.
In his car the energy is electrified and nervous, Eddies knee bouncing wildly in the driver’s seat while you fiddle with your hands. Hanging out at his house or your apartment was one thing but going out in public together. On a date, completely different. You just try to remind yourself that it’s still Eddie, the same goof that he was the day before and the day before that.
You go to the local coffee shop in town, he grabs a black coffee which you make fun of him for, making the tension between the two of you, ease. And you get a chai tea, which Eddie makes fun of you for.
“You know that chai is tea in Hindi right? So, you basically just ordered “tea tea”? he snickers.
“Yeah well at least I didn’t order a steaming hot cup of bitter water old man,” you retort as you grab your drinks from the barista.
You hand him his coffee and he pulls you in to leave a kiss on your forehead. The people in front of you look at you inquisitively, and that’s when you realize that the two of you probably look a little odd. A 45ish year-old man and a 25 year-old woman together. Age was never a thing that either of you ever thought too much about in all honesty. Besides the “old man” jabs that you gave him occasionally. Regardless of the age difference between the two of you, you had so much in common that it never seemed that noticeable. You give the couple in front of you a glare and head out the door with Eddie hand in hand.
Any bookstore is the best place on earth, any book you could ever dream of stocked on the shelves, endless possibilities. Plus, the new book smell, is just addicting. Eddie watched in amusement as you picked up every other book reading the backs of them, completely immersed in your own little world. Following along behind you holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist, reading the backs of books that look interesting to him. That is until you get to the DnD section, and he becomes the biggest nerd you ever met and it makes you swoon even harder if possible.
After almost looking at every section in the store, the two of you stand in front of the romance section. You had decided before the date that you were going to steer clear from this section to avoid any teasing from Eddie because you basically read porn. Not just porn, porn that would make a grown man clutch his pearls.
But the spicy section had been updated since you had been there last, and you remembered that one of your favorite authors had dropped a new book. You gasp lightly and Eddie looks at you inquisitively.
You walk briskly over to the section of steamy books, searching for the book you were looking for.
“I didn’t really peg you as a girl who likes romance books, I’m intrigued,” he taunts lightly.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Munson” you say, still looking for the right book. Instead, you find another smutty book that you’ve been meaning to read, one about an older guy owning a BDSM club that a bunch of your online friends were gushing about. You pull that off the shelf and accept the fact that you’re going to have to ask an employee for help to find the book you were looking for.
“Do you mind holding this for me for a sec? I just need to ask an employee for help,” you ask.
Eddie’s eyebrow is upturned in curiosity but takes the book from your hands as you go off to look for an employee. The book was in the “New Releases” section and that’s why you couldn’t find it.
When you finally make your way back to Eddie you look at him in horror, he has the book you asked him to hold for you, open to the middle of the book, smirking like a devil in disguise. He looks up at you before you can defend yourself.
“Princess, you like this stuff? Seems a little intense for a pretty little thing like you,” he says tauntingly under his breath so none of the other patrons can hear you.
You let out an anxious squeal and try to grab the book from Eddies hands, but he’s too quick. He dangles the book easily over your head still reading from the pages.
Your heart is beating so fast threatening to drop into your stomach. What if he thought you were weird and didn’t want to be with you anymore? What if you fucked all of this up before you even started?
“Give it back Eddie I mean it,” you whine, still trying to reach the book in his hand.
“Then tell me you like this kind of stuff, and ill give you the book back right now,” he says still holding the book out of your reach. He leans in really close, his eyes dark with lust. Caging you in against a bookshelf and puts his lips up to your ear.
“Tell me, you get off on reading this stuff, tell me you read this late at night right before bed with your hand down your pants and the book is all yours,” he whispers before backing away to a normal distance, leaving the rest of the customers none the wiser.
You shiver when his breath touches your ear, you have to bite your lip as to not whine out in the middle of the bookstore. If you were needy before the date, nothing compared to how you felt right now. You were an omega about to go into heat, and the only thing that was going to put out the fire brewing in you was Eddie. Your legs threatening to give out below you, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before responding. Eddie patiently awaiting your response, taunting you with his one hand cupped behind his ear.
“I do,” you say meekly.
He gets closer to you, flaunting his size against your frame.
“You do what pretty girl, come on use your words” he coos, caressing you cheek with his thumb.
This time you let a whimper escape and a smile the size of Texas spread across Eddies face. You clear your throat and wet your lips.
“I touch myself when I read them,” you whisper loud enough for only Eddie to hear.
“Good girl baby,” he praises you, rewarding you with a kiss on your cheek.
He grabs the other book from your hands, leading the two of you to the checkout line. You felt like you were floating, you had never been this turned on in your life and Eddie barely touched you.
Then there was the dilemma, that Eddie refused to let you pay for your own books despite your countless protests. You pouted lightly next to him while he paid for your two book and one for himself.
“Don’t worry babycakes, I’ll pay for your porn” he teased with a wink as the two of you walked out of the store. He helped you into his truck, grabbing your waist tightly, making you gasp.
The car ride back to Eddie’s house was intense, both of you feeling the consequences of the little stunt Eddie pulled in the bookstore. Your chest heaving up and down heavily, Eddie holding on to your thigh with one of his hands.
“Do you trust me?” Eddie asks seriously, once the two of you get inside, he helps you shrug off your winter jacket hanging it up for you.
You nod quickly with no hesitation, only admiration in your eyes. You needed this man more than you needed air; did he really expect you to say no? And with final confirmation Eddie takes your hand and leads you up to his bedroom. Your eyes fixating slightly on Violet’s room before forcing her out of your head and focusing on the man in front of you.
He ushers you in, immediately tackling you into a heated kiss, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of his bed until you feel it with the backs of your knees. You inch yourself farther into the middle of his bed pulling him closer, looking up at him through your eyelashes, Eddies eyes are dark looking at you like he’s the hunter and you are his prey. Eddie follows suit incasing your body with his, enveloping your lips again.
But with more urgency, like the first time you kissed in the kitchen. You open yourself up guiding his body between your legs. He thanks you by grinding his bulge against your sweet spot making you gasp. Eddie takes that as an open invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your lips clash together feverously, a mix of lips, tongue, and teeth. You pull back taking his bottom lip in between your teeth. Biting hard enough to elicit a hiss from his mouth.
“Fuckkk,” he groans loudly.
Changing pace, he dips down and starts sucking on your pulse point, sending shivers down your body. Your hips moving on their own rolling into his, the friction making you both moan. You could feel him leaving little bruises all over your neck, your mind too empty to care, having only one thing on your mind now. Him.
You become very aware that Eddie was wearing entirely too much clothing, tugging at the bottom of his shirt, he takes the hint and lifts up to exposed to pale ink decorated skin under his T-shirt. You were in awe of him, grabbing and kissing anywhere and everywhere, wanting to taste every single part of him. His arms were almost completely covered in ink, and most of his chest was covered too. You made a mental note to spend an entire day kissing every single tattoo on his body, but that day was not today.
Eddie wanting the same from you, he starts to pull up the bottom of your shirt, looking into your eyes for the okay. Seeing no protest, he takes it the rest of the way off. If his eyes could bulge out of his head, they probably would have with how wide his eyes got.
“Jesus Christ” he groans as he re-attaches his lips to yours, only to pull apart slowly making his way down your chest, leaving bruising kisses along your collar bone and the swell of your breasts that were peaking out from your bra. Getting impatient he peels the cups of your bra down to expose your nipples to him and incasing one in his mouth. Swirling the bud with his tongue, groaning into your chest. Each pinch and lick sending shock waves through your body.
Eddie stops what he’s doing and looks up at you, “Show me baby,” Eddie says while leaving little kisses down your stomach. You look at him slightly confused, unsure what he means. A small smirk falls on his lips as he uses his hands to reach up and take your left breast in his hand. Your nipple brushing up against his fingers. Enticing a hissing noise from you.
“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re reading your books, show me how you like it.” he says leaving more kisses on your breasts as his fingers continue to play with your nipple.
Getting impatient, Eddie grabs the hem of your leggings and panties, pulling them up and off your body. Pushing your knees apart exposing your dripping center to him, guiding your hand to your slit.
Then his touch is gone, you look to see his figure rummaging next to the bed in the bag from the bookstore. He pulls out the book he was reading and taunting you with. Flipping open to a page that seemed to peak the older man’s interest, pushing it into your hand.
It was your turn to become speechless, looking down at the words on the page he picked out for you. Your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. His eyes dark but still warm and encouraging, still your Eddie. You bite your lip and nod back at him.
You look back to the words on the page, moving your hand slowly up and down your slit. Gathering the wetness from your center and swirling it around your aching bud. You see Eddie in the corner of your eye, palming himself through his pants, watching intently where your hand and legs meet.
Breathy moans spilling from your mouth while you touch yourself, your mind clouding in pleasure. If you weren’t so turned on, the wet sounds that echoed around the room would have embarrassed you.
“So fuckin naughty, you look so good touching your pretty little cunt like that,” he says breathily, pupils blown.
His words only edging you on, you moan loudly as you sink a finger inside your entrance, making your back lift off the bed in ecstasy, book completely discarded. You feel Eddie remove your hand from your core, you whine in protest. Enveloping you hand in his mouth, lapping at your juices, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Spit,” he commands, holding his hand out in front of your mouth. You gather the saliva in your mouth and spit it into his hand.
“Good girl” he praises, rubbing your spit onto your slit, making you gasp loudly. His fingers quickly replaced by his wanting tongue, teasing your entrance, and nudging his perfect nose against your clit.
“OH FUCK EDDIE!” you cry out.
Your words encouraging him to buckle down, swirling and flicking his tongue on your clit making you see stars. You buck your hips up to meet his tongue, chasing your release.
“Shit, you taste so good baby, could drown in this fucking pussy,” he babbles, re-attaching his lips to your bundle of nerves.
You can feel yourself getting close already, your entrance pulsing in anticipation. You grab a fist full of his curls in desperation. Eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrates through you.
“S-so good, so fucking good Eds, holy shit” you say with another roll of your hips. Then without warning Eddie sticks one of his fingers inside of you, finding a spot inside that you could never reach yourself.
“Fuck Eddie I-im gonna” you breathe.
“Come on sweet thing, cum for me” he purrs into your core. Keeping his pace with his tongue on your clit, adding another finger inside you. The feeling of fullness finally sending you over the edge.
You throw your head back in a silent scream, the coil inside you finally snapping sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Eddie leaving sloppy kisses on your inner thighs brings you back into your body.
“Still with me princess? You did so good f’me,” he murmurs into your skin.
You look at him hazily, he looked so pretty between your thighs. His strong arms incasing each thigh, his lips and chin glistening with your release. You reach for him, wanting to feel his lips on yours once again. He obliges you, tasting the remnants of your release on his slips, sighing against his mouth contently.
You roll him over so he’s on his back, leaving kisses against his stomach down to his clothed cock, making him buck up into you. You strip him quickly from his pants and boxers, impatient, you want to make him feel as good as he made you.
His cock is bigger than you expected, not too thick but long, a little patch of curly dark brown hair at the base. You situate yourself between his legs and look up at him through your eyes.
Eddie was trying to be patient, but you could see the desperation in his eyes. You start swirling your tongue around the tip, collecting his precum in your mouth. You groan deeply at the slightly salty taste, encasing the rest of your mouth around the tip. You hear Eddie curse under his breath, his hands cup the hair falling around your face so he can see you better.
You take this opportunity to lock eyes with him, gathering all the saliva in your mouth and spitting sloppily onto his cock, working it from the tip to the shaft.
“Jesus, fuck! Such a dirty fucking mouth,” he babbled. His words making you clench around nothing, Eddie was more vocal than any other partner you’d ever been with but you liked knowing that you were making him feel good.
You go back to working your mouth down on his cock, forcing it lower and lower until the hairs at the base of his shaft were tickling your nose and lips. You gag slightly around his cock, throat constricting around the tip, making him thrust farther down your throat.
“Shit, fuck I’m sorry baby, you just look so fucking good with your mouth full of my cock, couldn’t help myself,” he sputters. You hum as you remove his cock from your mouth leaving opened mouth kisses all the way down the shaft and onto his balls. You hear his breath hitch when you reach his balls. You spend time down there licking and sucking.
Taking your time lightly sucking each ball into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them. Truth be told you loved sucking and licking balls and you could tell Eddie did too by his reaction.
“Fuck, Fuck yes, you like that? You like sucking my balls? Good fucking girl, such a good fucking girl, shit” he cries out, tightening the grip he has on your hair. The new hold he had on your hair leaving a delightful sting on your scalp and that made your eyes roll back. You pull of his shaft with a pop , sloppily licking up and down his member.
“Fuck my face Eddie, please, fill my throat” you plead with your mouth still full of his length
“Don’t have to fuckin ask me twice sweetheart,” he says grabbing another fist full of your hair. You give up control and let him lower your head back down on his cock. His pace starts out slow at first seeing what you can handle. You can take most of his cock, and the rest that you can take you use your hand to stroke it, making sure every part of him feels good. He continues to shower you with praises, all of it becoming to much, you start to feel your own wetness start to drip down your thighs.
You can feel his cock twitching in your mouth has his pace picks up, slamming his cock in your mouth with reckless abandon. Making you gag every time his tip hit the back of your throat, Eddie swearing obscenities left and right.
His pace getting sloppy as he comes closer to cumming, and with one final thrust into your mouth he releases his load down your throat. You both moan in unison at the act. Smooshing your face down into the curls at the base for good measure before pushing off to straddle his waist.
Opening up your mouth to show him his cum gathered inside your mouth, Eddies eyes rolling back farther than you thought humanly possible. Looking back at you with hungry eyes, he holds your face with his one hand, cupping your cheeks. And with his other hand dipping two of his fingers into your mouth, fucking his cum farther down your throat.
“Swallow for me pretty girl,” he commands, your body tingling to obey his every thought, his eyes watching you like a hawk.
You swallow the rest of his cum left on your tongue, and stick your tongue out to show him the job done.
“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises again, kissing you fiercely on the lips. Then you collapse onto the bed next him contently.
He grabs hold of your waist forcing you to cuddle close, he leaves kisses in your hair and your run circles across his chest with your fingers. Your mind completely empty of everything that wasn’t Eddie Munson.
That was until your phone went off, buzzing next to the bed. You ignore it, deciding that whatever it was, could wait. That was until it buzzed again, and again, and again. Finally you climb over Eddie and reach for your phone, seeing a couple missed calls from Violet.
You call her back without even thinking, there’s no way she could know that you were naked in her dads bed, no way.
“Hey Vi, you okay?” you say sleepily, worn out from your previous activities.
“They’re cheating me, they’re fucking cheating on me, I can’t fucking believe it!” Violet wails into the phone.
“Woah woah, slow down and start from the beginning babe what’s going on?” you say, concern in your voice. Eddie now sitting up wanting to know what was happening.
Violet goes onto explain that her and Quinn have each other’s phone passwords, and that she went to go look up something on his phone, and they had changed their phone password and had a text message from an unsaved number on their phone.
“Fuck,” you mutter into the phone.
“I need you to come over, I need you right now, i'm on my way back from Quinn's house now,” she pleads with you.
“I’ll be there as soon I can babe, don’t worry we will figure this out” you reassure her, feeling guilty for lying to her again.
You hang up the phone and look at Eddie, you fill him in on whats going on. Eddie wanting to go over to Quinn's house right now and give them a piece of his mind, but you talk him out of it until you know exactly what’s going on.
“Sorry we gotta cut this short,” you chuckle, leaning back into Eddies exposed chest.
“S’alright, I’d rather know that Vi’s okay. You’re a good friend Y/N, Vi and I are so lucky to have you." You blush at his words, he leans down and leaves kisses along your hair line and neck.
The two of you dress, you cover up your very obvious hickeys from Eddie, and part your separate ways. Just in time for the two of you to share one final kiss in the living room before the door opens.
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Dreamlessness — Nishimura Riki
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Genre: fluff. Est. Relationship wc: 603 warnings: hugging, kissing, swearing pairing: bf!niki x gn!reader
Synopsis: You find a park you used to visit as a kid as Niki begs you to play with him you get a bit distracted.. and scared.
Sing along at Lispenard St. (Series Masterlist)
Hand in hand. You and Niki walk down the street of your hometown. So many memories were made here. You see the old playground you used to visit all the time as a kid.
“Hey Niki..” you tapped his shoulder. Gaining his attention.
“Yeah?” He asked. You signaled your arm to the park which made him gasp. He smiles before dragging you by your arm over to the park, he notices it’s empty. No children, yet again it is late at night no child would want to play in a lonely park in the dark.
“Ayee yn you should push me!” Niki said while taking a seat on the swing. You sigh before going behind him and start pushing him. “You’re lucky I love you. Or else I wouldn’t be doing this.” You were able to push him, but struggled slightly… “Tskkk…yn try harder!” Niki complained. You sigh again, this boy.. “no.” You said blankly. Niki slightly turned his head at you, giving you a side eye. “Oh so that’s how you wanna play..” Niki got off the swing and started walking away, which you didn’t notice since you were distracted by your phone. That’s until you look up and see Niki nowhere to be found. You get a little worried and call for him.
“Niki!! Are you still here?” You said softly it was dark so you kind of felt a bit uncomfortable alone. “Hello..?” You looked around you. Trying to find Niki. Yet there was no sign of him nowhere. You tried just one more time but still nothing… You walked away a pretty good distance from the park and the street lights are what are only providing you with any light. You pulled out your, not before checking your surroundings. You call Niki hoping he’ll answer the phone. Nothing… you don’t hear another phone from afar. Did he actually leave you alone.. You started getting scared.. Niki wouldn’t joke like that right..?
Or he would..maybe..maybe you're just overthinking. You mentally wanted to punch yourself for getting distracted. That’s until you feel a pair of arms wrapped around you. Your first instinct was to scream, but unfortunately a pair of hands made you quiet down. You hear the man say.
“Shhh..” trying to quiet you down. Why did Niki not have to be here? That’s when the man turns you around and you look up to see Niki. Your eyes widened. You slightly push him off you.
“Niki what the hell…” Niki could only laugh.. “S-sorry baby…” Why is he laughing? This isn't as funny as you thought. You just thought you were about to be kidnapped. Niki calms down from laughing then tries to pull you into a hug.. but you back away from him. Clearly upset with him. “Don’t.” You said firmly.. Niki only sighed before grabbing you by your arm and pulling you into a tight hug. “Don’t be mad at me.. you can’t..especially after what you did you tried ‘breaking up’ with me. Oh…yeah… but he didn’t have to go THIS far. You didn’t say anything, only letting him hug you. Niki doesn’t let go, only facing down at you and plants a kiss on your head.
“Please don’t be mad, please…I’ll buy you anything you want…” He begged.. you hate when he does this knowing how to get you to forgive him. Even when you're “very upset” with him. You can never be mad at him.
“Fine” finally Niki got the response he wanted. Niki starts giggling..
“Thank you…” he kisses your cheek before running away. You stand in place before chasing him.
Author’s note: I had to rush this bc I couldn’t do it anymore and I have major writers block rn and I’m desperate to see my bf thanks 🙄😁
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Things that I hope DO NOT happen on S3
As I writer, and I'm not just talking about FF, I was a formal editor once... etc, I can recognize a crumb when I see it. And especially now that I have a pretty good idea, as we all do I guess, of how Storer's mind works.
Nat's aching shoulder was a crumb that Storer may pick up and run with eventually or not. I'm hoping not because that would imply a health scare I don't wanna watch.
Connor getting in the way of my Sydcarmy goals. Actually, I didn't sense any tension or any of the sorts that here on Tumblr everyone pointed out, I didn't think Carmy was jelly or anything, but maybe I'm biassed as Carmy and I share several character traits I won't get into and that may very well jeopardize my full objectivity on him. That being said, I did pick up on the fact that Connor may have the looks of a younger version of Carmy, the untainted version he once was when he was still green and staging in different kitchens all around the world. Personally, for me, THAT was the crumb and I thought that that was the sole purpose of that character, to be Carmen's mirror that reflected a reflection from the past, which made Carm uncomfortable and eventually triggered a change in him because Carmy somehow realizes he misses that old unspoiled version of himself and Connor gives him the chance to NOT treat him in the same way his nightmare EC <AKA: Joel McHale's character> treated him. That was my bet when I first saw Connor and THAT is what I expect Storer to dive into next season. I don't want Connor to have anything to do with Syd, at all. As a matter of fact, a lot of fans have been requesting a gay character in that kitchen, so I'm thinking why not Connor?
Fak getting married to Kelly, because that crumb they planted of Fak's smitten (by Kelly) face at the soft opening, may enable a Carmy / Claire reunion I have 0 interest in. Fuck Kelly! And yes, I do think Claire deserves an apology but I wish a phone call would do, I don't even think it should be in person because it will break Carmy's heart to see Claire cry. And if it's in person, it shouldn't be at a wedding, just a quick face-to-face over a cuppa coffee would suffice, and moving on... Carmy has a restaurant to run with Syd and has already dedicated WAY TOO MUCH TIME TO CLAIRE, thank you very much. Luckily Carm rocks at not showing up, deflecting, and sucks at apologies, so yay!
Mr. Berzatto making a reappearance. The crumb they planted by raising the question of whether the man is still alive or not could fully lead to Mr. Berzatto showing up and wanting a piece of his restaurant or just wreaking havoc in any other way. That is a plot twist that is waiting to happen because otherwise the character would have been officially dead by now and I want nothing to do with that. A good way to neutralize that crumb would be that Mr. Berzatto does show up eventually, they reconcile and his redemption arc proves to be beneficial for the entire family, which I don't think will be the case. I'm betting my ass on Donna's redemption arc because what she did on the soft-opening night, as twisted as it was, was an act of love, so THAT is a crumb I want Storer to pick up and run with, but not Mr. Berzatto's.
I could go on, but those are the main ones.
If you have more, I'd love to know about them, please share. I'm not like those babies around here who totally freak out the moment you disagree with or question their theories, or just mention that you happen to have a different take on them. As I matter of fact I fully enjoy that and I joined this platform to exchange different POVs. I love it! I actually find it enriching and amusing. And I'm all about amusement and enjoyment. Bring it on!
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hi!!
i js realized and UGH I FEEL SO STUPID BUT i realized how much of an impact fanficiton can actually dent to the whole "some people are forgetting luigi's inspo and purpose and the whole crux of this situation" im not sure if it is disrespectful that's why i wanted to run it by to u guys but we can totally bring things to perspective on luigi's current conditions. how scared he is, how ignorant MEDIA is in general, we can totally do it and honestly we already are!! most of the fanfictions ive read are raising awareness about the struggles of going through traumatic surgeries, making people feel seen about injuries they had that are similar to luigi's!! i just want to clarify that im not saying that EVERYTHING we choose to write to be apart of this community must be sort of tasked to carry the weight of the world at all times and have this altruistic can-do attitude about it. what im saying is that we all require something real even if it is in our fantasies - real as in something that is close to us as humans and ive realized that there is always and forever will be a certain standing that we take against oppressors that quote and quote "work in the shadows - making them systems of cowardice" most importantly ive noticed that us as a community loves fanfiction that humanizes luigi - we live vicariously through the name of "y/n" and that is just us feeling human and through this fandom we create a community an institution with a base for smart thinkers and creative writers i think luigi has inspired a lot of people and it is important to note that people especially creators - those who know they belong or has hosted a blog or whatever type of creative craft of their that hones their skills are easily touched by topics that wake them up and inspire them - those are topics that are hard to forget
so i just wanted to share this message! and im sending this as Phoenix (pseudonym) to my favorite luigi writers, you guys dont have to respond politically or feel pressured to completely agree with what im saying i mean im still learning and im def a minor exposed to media so of course i am subject to multiple errors! i just felt the need to say it and im too shy to post it on my actual tumblr..
clarification: i really dont mean this as an attack or as a self-righteous claim :(( i sent this to you because i adore you and ur writing, how u see the world, how u contribute to this fandom, and how u make us feel dare i say... one with the one we are reading about!! im sorry if i said anything bad or insensitive or just offending in any way!! dont be pressured to reply to this i just realized that it's important for me to share my voice even if i think it doesnt matter because it might matter to others who would like to read it
by the way!! i got these ideas a lot from a book called the message by ta nehisi coates!! if you love writing you'd love this book for sure :))
i really dont mean to offend and i apologize for the long message my love!! i hope you have a great day please drink water and stay safe!!
I seriously do not understand the "you're taking away from the seriousness of the situation!!!" like okay we're the reason your tags are still trending...
not an attack at you or anything, I don't want it to read that way, just like... I don't know I genuinely don't feel like it's that big of a deal for people to be writing works about him
do I feel guilt about it sometimes? sure but like... I don't know man. I just wanna be in my little corner over here where we can all just kind of talk without judgement
don't apologize for the long ask, thank u for sending this in <3 I'm very tired today so I probably could have worded this better
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I was wondering… Do you know of any fics where Wind has to put on the fierce deity mask to defend Time and himself?? I just had a thought of this happening. The rest of the boys are separated from wind and time and say Time is knocked out. Wind has no choice but to use the mask. The angst would be superior.
The boys would finally locate Wind and Time only to find the fierce deity has replaced wind.
Huh, you know I don’t think I’ve ever actually read a fic like that. It’s a great idea though! I’m sure somebody has done it (anybody know of any fics like this?)
Oh... well hey I just remembered I actually did write a whumptober once that involves Wind and Time and the FD (here), but Wind doesn’t put on the mask. The original idea for it was Wind putting on the mask though, and I still have the draft of it floating around I think... *rifling noises* Ah-hah, here you go! I’ll just put it here in case you wanna read it.
I also couldn’t resist neatening it up a little because it’s old and I’m a way better writer now
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...and items that can drive a man mad...
Wind stares down at the mask clutched tightly in his shaking hands, and looks up again at the scene around him.
There’s black blood and dead monsters everywhere, the result of Wind and Time’s teamwork. They’d managed to clear away what they thought was the last of them without a problem, and Wind had been proud they’d beaten them so soundly. Time had turned around to say something to him, a warm smile on his face, when a huge ball and chain crashed into his side, sending him flying and Wind shouting in panic.
Two of what Legend had once called ball and chain troopers had stalked out of the woods then, spinning those horrible weapons high.
Wind had narrowly managed to beat them, receiving a few injuries himself, but just as he was celebrating his victory and about to check on Time, he caught sight of a veritable horde of monsters charging toward him mounted on horses.
Wind’s heart had dropped straight to his shoes, and he panicked for a moment, unsure of what to do. Time hadn’t gotten up yet and he himself didn’t escape unscathed from the fight, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle another battle by himself, especially while protecting Time.
But then something caught his eye.
Time’s bag had been spilled onto the ground when he’d been hit, items littered all over the place that Wind had had to avoid while he fought the ball and chain troopers, but one item in particular was suddenly drawing his attention.
A mask, one that looks suspiciously like Time’s face stares up at him, blank wooden eyes feeling like they were drawing him in. Normally he wouldn’t dream of messing with Time’s stuff, but this was a bit of a special circumstance.
“Wind... Wind don’t...” a voice coughs behind him, and the sailor glances over at Time, a hand pressed to his side, blood running down a slice on his cheek. The old man’s face is pale, and he looks scared, in a way that’s so unlike him that Wind pauses.
“There’s got... there’s a better way...”
“No,” says Wind, a wave of determination going through him. “There isn’t another way. We’re alone and outmatched, and you can barely stand.”
He squares himself up and stares at the advancing horde, eyes firm.
“Sailor please... you don’t know... wh-what it does—”
“I do know actually,” Wind says with a hint of annoyance, “you’ve told me what it does: It grants the user power in battle, and we need that right now.” He flips the mask over, studying its lines. “I know it’s dangerous, but... but it’s a risk we have to take.”
If I don’t, we’re both dead.
Time says something else, but Wind ignores him, and quickly presses the mask to his face.
Pain explodes across his body, and Wind screams, dropping to his knees as something like a hurricane overtakes him. Time might yell, but his voice is lost in the storm crashing over Wind, changing his body, wrapping around him, warping him into something wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong it’s changing him it is him he’s—
Wind falls away and the Fierce Deity stands, pale eyes narrowed at the approaching horde.
They don’t stand a chance.
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Hi Soup! For a shorter fic, I'd love to see Leo sick at work or because of something stressful at work! We've seen him sick from something that happens at work (damn cake!), but not actually not feeling well at the office - maybe because he ate too much at lunch and it's just not sitting well. Does he hide it because he's got something that needs to get finished? Does he need to go puke quickly so he can keep working? Do people realize and make him leave? Your choice. Only request is that there isn't actually any publicly embarassing throwing up - no puking in court or in the middle of a meeting. Thank you so much!
Leo was over the moon about being a Real Lawyer, as he childishly called himself. It was no secret to his loved ones just how excited he was to be able to defend cases himself, instead of running after another lawyer with all their research and watching them recite a defense thesis that Leo was pretty sure had been partially written by him.
His boss put a lot of trust in him. Sure, Mrs. Mitchell only gave him small cases so far, but she was slowly handing him more and not only were they more frequent, but the difficulty was increasing.
Thus, Leo had easily blamed the uncomfortable churning in his stomach on nerves when it started. Today he had a big court day and no matter how many times he had gone over his notes - and ranted about the case enough that Jonah was probably a liability - he still felt jittery all over.
He was the defense today, to a woman who was being accused of plagiarism by a relatively well established script writer. Normally the Hollywood cases would stay in California and Mitchell's claws, but this one was small and unimportant enough to make it to Maine. The script writer was from the state and probably thought he could play on the local's sympathies, after all he had gone out and made it.
Leo wasn't feeling very sympathetic.
He was feeling almost queasy as he looked at the smug face of the script writer, who was accusing an ex-girlfriend of almost ten years ago of "stealing" his intellectual property.
Had no one learned a thing for Fitzgerald? Or Tolstoy?
Apparently not.
"You know," Dean leaned his way, "we're in court, you might wanna brighten up a little and stop glaring bloody murder to the opposition."
"Sorry," Leo shook his head, trying to physically shake off his frown, "I wasn't glaring at him, I was just frowning, he happened to be in the way."
"Brilliant save," Dean grinned, "they're gonna call break in five."
Leo was aware of that, he was the main defense lawyer and he was actually listening to the prosecutor's flimsy claims that Gwen was a plagiarist only because she happened to use the same first name in one of her published short stories.
Leo almost wished the opposition had a decent defense of their points, so he didn't have so much time to focus on the burbling going inside his belly. The lunch he had forced down wasn't sitting well at all and little sickly belches kept bubbling up his chest and fizzling out in his throat.
He felt like his whole body smelt like the greasy burger he had eaten and like everyone could tell... His mouth was watering.
Forty minutes recess.
"They're fumbling by the seam of their pants," Dean started to tell their client, in a low, collected voice, "they have nothing, you don't need to worry."
Right, Leo thought bitterly. She was a librarian, who published exactly one book with short stories just for fun, being prosecuted by a Hollywood script writer. Sure, the man was far from being a big shot of anything, but compared to the woman's position...
"Ms. Peters, you have a solid defense, please trust us," Leo promised her calmly, "take the recess, get some coffee, it'll be a long day."
His own words were mockery to him. Normally he existed on coffee and today just the thought of drinking a drop of anything made his stomach flip on itself and he hastily got up, muffling a little burp on his fist and excusing himself. No one had heard, although Sandra did throw him a puzzled look.
"Ms. Peters," Sandy stepped in, "let's take a small walk."
Sandra, like Leo, normally was one of the lawyers with the softest touch. Usually Leo didn't have all his coworkers with him, but he had his boss sitting right behind their desk, judging his every move. It was a huge tell of respect and trust that Mrs. Mitchell had only sent his peers today, instead of coming herself. Almost as if saying go and show them how its done.
He couldn't mess this up.
"The man is a misogynistic bully," Dean continued to speak, following Leo into the public bathroom. His coworker could talk with a tree if left to his own devices, "I'm excited for your part, the evid-"
"Shut it," Leo glared at him, handing Dean his suitcase and removing his suit jacket, "hold this, please."
"No one's listening to us."
"Dean," Leo scoffed, "no. Last thing I want is for you to blow the case by lack of decorum or by giving the prosecution a ti-URP-Fuck," the larger belch that slipped into his last word caused Dean to raise his eyebrows. The other man opened his mouth, about to ask about Leo's wellbeing when the blonde turned around and entered a stall, quickly pushing the lid up and planting a hand on his chest to keep his tie in place as a chunky stream of vomit hit the water.
"WhOA! Wagner, what the fuck-"
Leo hung his head in shame, bracing his free arm against the tiled wall in front of him and panting, trying to get his stomach in check. The queasiness had been on the backburner all day, but the face-prickling, hand sweaty, mouth watery nausea had hit him like a brick and out of nowhere.
"Fuck..." He breathed out through his mouth and swallowed some air, forcing up another burp and then coughing when that brought up some more chunks- He gagged and a much more watery, acidic mouthful of vomit fell in the toilet.
"Wagner, oh my-" Dean was fretting behind him, frozen in place and stunned, "shit, are you sick? We can call for a recess-"
"No," Leo's voice was hoarse and he cleared his throat, spitting a mouthful of thick saliva and flushing, as his sudden nausea went back to the mild queasiness, "No, I'm fine."
"Fine?!" Dean was still holding his suitcase and jacket, seemingly unaware Leo had passed the items to him, "You don't seem fine, you look white as a corpse-"
"I'm fine," Leo stumbled to the sink to wash his face and gargle with water, "lunch just wasn't sitting well-"
"Oh... Are you sure...?" Dean was older than Leo by at least five years and yet he sounded like a scared teenager. Leo nodded, meeting his coworker's eyes on the mirror and patting his own pale cheeks until they were a little rosy instead of spoiled milk white.
"Yeah," he cleared his throat, then fixed his tie and reached for his jacket, "I can't go home, I have a case to win."
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Moment of Repose
pairing: billy butcher/reader
notes/cw: none (save for butcher's bad habits /lh), after 84 years,,,, the request for anon is done. I am very sorry for the wait, the writer's block was really kicking my ass LMAO and ngl I liked the request bc lowkey it was challenging bc it was difficult to picture him as like,,, soft, when the man is quite literally the opposite, but I hope that it worked out
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Billy Butcher is, in no way, soft. Edges that are far too sharp, too untrusting prevent such a thing. Trust that was hard to earn and easily lost at the drop of a hat did that to you.
Billy Butcher is not soft. Something that even he insists upon, at least when pressed about it. He was cordial enough to those he worked with at best, and at worst, he would be downright vulgar to anyone else.
So what made you different? Was it your relaxed demeanor? (In comparison to Butcher, anyone looked leagues calmer than he could ever be.) Was it the way you were practically unphased whenever he would slip into a string of curses when someone got on his nerves? Or was it the fact that you could read him like an open book? (No one said that last part out loud though, lest they risk his ire being directed at them.)
You supposed that the secret to seeing a soft or gentle facet of Billy Butcher was one that you would keep to yourself till the end of time. Or whatever other cliche bullshit he would say it was.
Such as right now, when Butcher basically running off of fumes and you had all but taken away his gun, any backup knives and blunt objects he kept on his person in case the gun failed, and his keys. Certainly, he could hotwire said car, seeing as how even a soft breeze could knock the thing over, but the image of your neutral face of displeasure made an uncomfortable feeling stir in his gut (it was that or the expired frozen dinner he ate, with him convincing himself that it was still good). Even with his protests, which were weak for the most part, Butcher was convinced to rest, or at least even take a nap under your watch.
So that left you to watch over the man as he slept for the first time in days, while everyone else in this little team of yours had taken that as an excuse for a free day.
M.M. had gone to see his daughter (and you slipped him some cash to get some flowers for his ex-wife but that was another secret of yours). Kimiko and Frenchie had decided to run errands, such as picking up things for actual food to cook rather than the frozen dinners Butcher would insist upon to “save” money, and you could only keep your fingers crossed that whatever damages that had appeared on the evening news were minimal at best. You cherished the pair dearly as friends, however, their penchant for chaos was unmatched. Finally, Hughie, you had guessed, had gone out on his own, sneaking off to see his date and you snickered as he stammered through an excuse.
“Just go on, you don’t wanna leave her waiting, do you?” A teasing bit to your voice makes the boyish man scramble up the steps and you hear the door to the shop open and shut in quick succession.
So while Butcher snored away the afternoon, you had decided to read. Enjoying the silence that had come with most of the bases’ occupants being gone for the moment, occasionally interrupted by a snore here or there.
Of course, you sometimes could not help but shift uncomfortably. With Butcher all but caging you in with his giant head on your lap, arms around your waist, you were at least glad you did not have to go to the bathroom yet. Despite your inner protests, you couldn’t help but feel a little pleased, who knew that Billy Butcher could be as soft and sweet during his sleep?
Occasionally you reach down, smoothing the frown on his face so that he could at least relax again, his nose would twitch, and you curiously guess what he dreamed about. Maybe he had had some weird dream. Perhaps something ridiculous like Homelander actually being a responsible Supe. Or being right that eating an expired frozen dinner was the correct thing to do… maybe you should take him to urgent care for that. But then again if it took as much convincing as it did to get the man to rest his eyes for an hour or two, you would have to prepare the big guns.
As you attempted to steer your focus back on the book in your hands, it was only a short moment that you could feel Butcher begin to stir. Well, it seemed that you could not get a chance to keep reading, as you use an old receipt like a makeshift bookmark.
He sits up, groggy for a moment, you almost think it was cute if it weren’t for the kind of person he was.
“What day is it?”
“The same day that you took your nap,” You say helpfully. He curses.
“Feel like shit…” Mumbling incoherently into his hands, almost like a bad hungover.
“You kind of look it too,” You chirp, “But that’s what happens when you don’t get a proper amount of sleep.”
He sends you a sleepy glare, but there is no heat behind it. You reciprocate by giving him a bright smile. You expect him to stand up, getting back to whatever sort of chaos that would have Vought scramble for some PR recovery, instead, you’re pleasantly surprised when all he does is lay back down, this time using his signature jacket as a makeshift blanket.
Once again, the silence is met with his snoring as he falls back into slumber.
#the boys amazon x reader#the boys imagines#the boys x reader#billy butcher x reader#billy butcher & reader#billy butcher x you#mine#the boys butcher x reader
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The Science Teacher & The Skeptic
Joel Miller x Science Teacher!Reader
Summary: "who cares about space when there's a fuckin apocalypse going on"
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: crackfic, fem!reader, headcanons, joel 'im a contractor 🤠' miller, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: ok this is borne of out me geeking about about the film 'the beautician and the beast' to @sloanexx and she's actually the author im just ghost writing it so if you wanna p2 you're gonna have to take it with her. dont shoot the messenger im blue just for consistency HAHAHH in this Tagging: @multifandom-fangirl4 @pinksirensong @aralezinspace
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she can be a teacher at the qz
HOLY SHIT
he meets her bc she teaches ellie ✌🏻
OMG
!!!!!! STOP IM GETTING EXCITED FOR IT NOW
[post chat me] THIS RAT FINNA TALK TO ME ABOUT A FIC SHES EXCITED ABOUT AND NOT WRITE IT COS SHES 'NOT A WRITER' BROS ALREADY A WRITER JUST BASED ON THAT
joel never went to college so he thinks she's like super cool for
knowing shit about space and stuff
but at the start he lowkey hates her bc he thinks she's a snob maybe???
idk
GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
GRILL
i do have saur many ideas-
[post chat me] YA DONT FUCKIN SAY 😪🙄🙄🙄
-for this tho like ellie loves her and comes home like
this teacher is so cool she knows so much abt space and stuff
bestie please write it
[post chat me] oh you sweet summer child shes not going to
and joels like who the fuck is this lady
BESTIE IM BEGGING
who cares about space when there's a fuckin apocalypse going on
joel is like you know what a real lesson is?
how to shoot a gun.
how to dress a wound.
not fucking stars and planets
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
BESTIE DO IT PLEASE
and ellie's like k cool wtv im going to school now
DO IT PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU
AND THEN THEY MEET BC JOEL GETS MAD AT ONE OF HER HOMEWORK HAHAHAHAHAHAH
he sees her drawing constellations and he's like this is fucking bullshit
THE WAY I GASPED
im gonna talk to ur teacher bc this isn't survival
BESTIE YOURE ALREADY WRITING IT SO PLEASE DO IT FOR ME
NO I CANT
[post chat me] 🙄🙄🙄🙄
ok so he confronts her in school right
OMG AND THEN
and he's like i wanna talk to the teacher who gave this homework
spicy
[post chat me] honestly hes such a karen for that ????
and they meet and he's like
this isn't survival skills there's an apocalypse going on and u have her drawing stars like a 5 year old???
HAHAHAHAHAHAH
and she's like u fockin wot m8????
>😀
there wouldn't be an earth if there weren't any planets!!!!
how else would we know how oxygen is formed and how the tides turn to get water!!!!
you big dodo bird
survival isn't all guns and shooting bc if that's all it was the rest of the world would be alive rn!!!!
and he's like oh fok me she fights back
>😞
omg he creamed his pants
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
and he runs home with his tail between he's legs
and he opens one of ellie's space books
and he's like this shit cool
joel wrong sexy teacher right
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
im having so much fun just telling u
im smiling at my phone like an idiot
[post chat me] well you are an idiot 🤬🤬🤬
TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE FIC AND ILL COMPILE IT FOR YOU YOU LAZY BABY
HAHAHSJSHSHSHSH
what else is there to know
hmmm
he spends the night reading the space book and the next day he asks ellie like
umm hey can u teach me more about this space shit
OMG
and she's like no old man you wanna know more you go ask my teacher
ahHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
IM SCREAMIN
and he's like .... i don't wanna bc im embarrassed but i also rly wanna know abt how the earth goes around the sun? bc that's cool
WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW
>😭😭😭😭
[post chat me] this modern day man doesnt know shit about the sun that so embarazzing are you not embarazzed the american school system has failed him so hard 💀💀💀💀💀
and he goes to the school and he waits for all the kids to leave bc he's embarrassed and he's like
so... the planets. they all turn around and shit? that's how we get night and day
and she's like yuh m8
KEEP GOING IM CRYING
and he's like um could you tell me more...
HES SO LOVELY
and she's like ok how about you come meet me for an hour every week after my class on wednesday
and he fucking treats that like church
waiT WAIT OMG
SHES LIKE
want to attend my class <3
we'd love to have you
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UPPP
DONT TELL ME HE SITS IN CLASS WITH THE KIDDOS
and ALL THE KIDS ARE LIKE HEY MR MILLER
HE WOULD NEVER HED SHOOT HIMSELF FIRST I THINK
THEN THEY SHOW HIM THE MACARONI STARS
[post chat me] there are two types of writers AHAHAHH
OK WAIT
MAYBE
NAURRRRRR
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
he lurks outside to listen and learn but
she catches him and is like um???
do u just want me to teach u bc all u had to do was ask
AWWWWWW
THEN HES LIKE IM A CONTRACTOR I CAN MAKE A WAYY BETTER SOLAR SYSTEM
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
u didn't have to like.. sit outside the class just to learn
>😭😭😭
FRRRR JUST TAKE A SEAT
he uses all his tools to make the best goddamn solar system
OMG HE FUCKING REDOES THE CLASSROOM AND MAKES IT SPACEY AND SHIT
and he shows it to her at their weekly session all proud
and she gives him a gold star sticker
places it on his jacket
DEAD
HE NEVER TAKES IT OFF
NEVER WASHES THE JACKET
ew stinky
HAHHAHHAH I LOVE IT
he preserves it
>😔
bc he doesn't want it to get ripped off
when he uses it our
*out
HAHAAH WHAT IF SHES LIKES *pinches nose* joel? is- is your washing machine broken 💔💔💔💔
HAHAHHAHAH
STOP
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
NOOOOOO
he'll shoot himself right there and then
AND THEN HE NEVER COMES BACK
HELLPPPP
walk to a clicker and beg it to bite
EW [HE] WOULDDDD
IM CRYINGGGGGGGG
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ELLIES LIKE HAHAHAHAH
if i was writing it i'd stop it at him doing up the classroom like u said
like some time after their weekly sessions he does that
and she's like
i think i like this dumb old man
OMG AND THEN
you cant stop thereeeeeeeeeee
BUT ITS PERFECT
LKASJHFKJASASF OK OK
Fin
[post chat me] ok ok bonus cos she still went on 🙄🙄🙄🙄`
it's the intrigue that makes it nice
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
p2 where joel comes for show and tell HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
ahhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
THE SOUND THAT LEFT MY MOUTH
AND HES LIKE SO PROUD FOR BEATING 12 YEAR OLDS PLEASEEE ✋✋✋
IM A CONTRACTOR 🤠🤠🤠🤠
he fucking hates it and is miserable at first the whole time
but then he sees her supporting him so earnestly and then he's like oh shir i like it im gonna send these 12 year olds into the ground
make them eat dust
hELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
NAURRRRRRRRR
#i love headcanons#joel miller crackfic#joel miller headcanons#joel miller fanfic#joel miller#joel miller fic#joel miller fluff#the last of us fanfic#the last of us fluff#the last of us#the last of us fic#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller au#joel miller imagine#joel tlou#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller headcanon#the last of us crackfic#the last of us crack fic#joel miller crack fic
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Can I ask you to list a couple things you do like about the show? Or the actors? Or the characters? Or heck anything 911 related? Because it seems like you and your other anons don’t like anything to do with any aspect of it at all from the writers down to the smallest of storyline details 😅
which at that point is probably a good time to step back and stop engaging with it either temporarily or permanently since all it’s gonna do is continue to feed into the negativity your having over it since nothing seems to be bringing you joy about it.
can yall not read? like seriously can yall not read the words when i say “i am not goign to watch season 8 until something good happens”
i feel like a goddamn parrot on here when people like you keep coming into my inbox with this same fucking “maybe you should step back” thing like yeah that’s what i have been fucking saying????
im not going to stop interacting with my friends on here- that’s out of the question. i still love being involved in the fanfic community and i still love the first 5 seasons of the show, but im not going to lie and say that i have been pleased with the most recent installments. if you actually took the time to read my blog and what i talk about you would see that i adore eddie and his queer subtext. i adore buddie as a ship, probably to a crazy degree. i love henren, and bathena, and madney. josh russo is literally one if my favorite canonically queer characters on tv.
i adore this cast with the exception of the talentless nepo baby half the fandom wanna suck the dick of (god knows why other than he’s a fugly white man who kissed their favorite white boy) i love seeing them interact with each other outside of the show.
can i ask you what the writers have given us to actually enjoy the past two seasons? other than the madney wedding? nothing else has been decently written, or taken the story in a positive direction. yeah, we got bi buck but he’s in a relationship with a literal misogynistic racist man who has had repeatedly treated buck horribly with no acknowledgement whatsoever. so no, i don’t like the writers or tim minear at the moment because they have had every opportunity to usher in something positive for eddie, but no bc tim “this show is a drama” minear would rather give the happy plots to his white characters while running his poc characters through more unnecessary trauma and pain (with the exception of chimney, although his happy plotline only happened after he was near-fatally sick an entire episode and bobby whose plotline was centered around a black man’s trauma being dug up and thrown in his face)
the earlier season of this show were such a joy to watch live when it felt like there was actually care going into it from the showrunners and writing team, but lately it’s just them throwing darts at whatever wack-ass drama plot they can think of.
this cast works too fucking hard for the vapid shit they get given to act out each week.
which is why i (once again, in case you were about to gloss over this) I AM NOT WATCHING SEASON EIGHT UNTIL SOMETHING IS DONE TO FIX THE MESS THEY MADE
perhaps writing it in bold, italicized caps will make it easier for you to get it through your head.
and as far as “my anons” if you actually had enough confidence in your message, then why are you hiding behind anon, hm?
i have said multiple times i love interracting with my friends and fandom content that doesn’t have to do with spec. i have said multiple times im holding off on season 8. i have never said i hate the cast or i hate every single plotline the show has ever had, but you know what i did hate? how s6 and s7 turned the show into a fucking ooc mess. it is within my rights as a fan to dislike a season of a show for valid reasons.
what’s not okay is you coming into my inbox repeatedly saying “take a break” when i’ve said multiple fucking times that i plan to rather than just blocking me if youre so offended by people agreeing with me that the show is at a make it or break it point.
please kindly take yourself out of my space if you’re not going to actually take the time to read the words i post and just immediately send me anonymous hate because you didn’t like my posts
#911 abc#911#911 on abc#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie#buddie 911#buck and eddie#911 buddie#anon hate#anon asks#911 discourse#anti tommy kinard#anti bucktommy
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Now that we know when station 19 is going to be back i wanna know some of your thoughts on some things non-marina related.
Like
-do you think andy and sullivan will get back together or they set more on him and ross (i personally don’t care about either i just want to hear other peoples thoughts)
-will we get to see ross be more of a chief or is she just stuck being sullivans girlfriend
-will we get to see vic doing more with crisis one or is her storyline going to be focused on the theo/kate drama and will that girls fire camp she started ever be seen again or was that a one and done
-will ben go one more calls this season or will he be regulated to desk duty, the clinic, crisis one like last season
-will we see beckett again (i don’t think he’ll be a regular but i could see him showing up for an episode)
-will eli and travis last or will they pull another “you are not my dead husband and i can’t love you like that”
-with dixon being dead could emmet possibly pop back in
-etc.
I think in general it's going to be interesting how many characters they actually have this season because I remember seeing an article about Grey's possible reducing some characters to recurring because they have so many season regulars and they wouldn't all be able to have a storyline in a 10 episode season. They hinted that it could possibly affect Station 19 as well but who knows. Honestly with a 10 episode season I personally don't think that Beckett, Kate or Eli should get a minute of screentime. But knowing this show and the way they love to spend time on useless things, they will. They're also bringing in that new guy that's part of the Union that's most likely getting involved with Andy, so another new character that will be taking up time.
It seems like the writers really love Sullivan and Ross so as long as they intend to keep Ross on the show I think they're going to stay together. It's just going to be another season of Andy with some irrelevant person and it not working out in the long run and then Sullivan and Ross doing who knows what. Sullivan is probably going to realize he does still want to be with her after she nearly died but I don't know how they're going to do that with both of them not wanting to give up their careers because I really can't see them having Sullivan actually give it up for Ross...but maybe he will.
I really hope we get to see more of Ross as the Chief and being fair with everyone (yes, that includes Maya 😐) because she has so much potential but when she's dragged down by Sullivan or being used to prop Andy up, she's not of interest to me whatsoever.
If Vic's storyline is centered around the Theo/Kate drama that Jack also knows about and ends up being involved in, I'm going to lose it. She deserves so much better than that. I really hope they will finally let her shine with Crisis One and give her other things besides being dragged down by deadweight Theo...that man shouldn't even be on the show anymore either he wasn't needed to begin with and now that he's not with Vic anymore he's truly just taking up space. They completely destroyed his character that was barely interesting to begin with, now he's just unbearable and annoying to watch. I can't think of much worse than Vic's storyline being tied to 3 of the most boring characters. (Theo/Kate/Jack) Please give her something else.
I think Ben will still stick to being around the station and not doing anything too dangerous because of Pru but I'm curious what else they'll do with him...I guess it also depends how big of a part the clinic will have in this season...hopefully still a decent amount so we get to see Carina being a doctor more but we'll see.
There's no way Eli and Travis are going to last, they do the same thing with Travis and love interests all the time and it's annoying. I can't imagine this being any different. I do think it's interesting that Lachlan reposted the video Station made about coming back though. I could have seen them doing something with Emmett coming back and dealing with Dixon's death if it was a regular length season but again, do we really need to spend time on that when it's only 10 episodes? Unless they are going to do some type of Eli/Travis/Emmett love triangle thing...who knows. But how many times are they going to bring Emmett back only to then have him leave?
I think it's also pretty obvious that Jack is going to live but I wonder how dramatic they're going to make it and how long he'll be out of fire duty and all of that. Of course he probably won't remember the Theo/Kate hookup until later on in the season to make it last longer but once again they never have any clue what to do with this man except have him involved in other people's storylines and it's tiresome.
Also they better not have Vic stupidly take Theo back and give him another chance only for him to act all guilty about being with Kate and this be a secret the whole time that eventually gets revealed...she deserves so much better than that man and there's no world in which she should try again with him.
#asks#anon#i'm definitely concerned where they might take these other storylines and i just hope it's not boring lol#and for the love of god treat carina right and put her in all 10 episodes i'm tired
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Mortal Kombat Legends: Blood Bound
Chapter 16: Next To You
We now turn our attention back to Nico in the Special Forces base, listening to some music while chilling on the floor at sunset. As he’s enjoying himself, Johnny Cage walks in without knocking.
JOHNNY: Hey, you got a minute?
ROBIN: Yeah, what’s up?
JOHNNY: Just wondering, you got any plans for tonight?
ROBIN: Well, kind of. I got a date with–
JOHNNY: Oh, a date? What’re they like? Is it a guy? I don’t judge.
Nico, interrupted, puts his hand out to Johnny.
ROBIN: Can you stop? Firstly, I’m not gay. Secondly, that’s not your concern, I'm afraid.
JOHNNY: Does Sonya know about this?
ROBIN: Nope, and she won’t.
He said, taking a note and putting it on the bed.
JOHNNY: How’s that?
Nico would put his mask, daggers and cape into a backpack.
ROBIN: Easy. I left a note. See ya, All Star.
Nico would walk outside. Cage looked at the note, which read “I’m sleeping, no need to check.” Nico then walks off and takes a taxi to the same street we saw him last time. While he’s getting out, he pulls out his phone, playing some music to relax before making it to the building he last saw his crush. He took a deep breath and breathed out.
ROBIN: Okay. C’mon. You can do this. You’re a man. Don’t be a lil’ bitch.
He pressed the doorbell with the last name Wilson, and for the first time in weeks, he hears her voice.
MELISA: Yeah? Who is it?
Nico stutters for a second, usure what to say, but then pulls his shit together.
ROBIN: Hey, uh, it’s me, Nico. From a few chapters ago?
MELISA: Well, come on in.
She opens the door, and he enters the building with running noises going down the stairs, with Melisa almost slipping on the last stair.
ROBIN: Well that was an entrance.
MELISA: Liability issues. Also sorry, I didn’t tell you which floor I live on.
She then took him to her room in this hotel, walking up the stairs so as to not upset the neighbors. She welcomes him into the level, and from a first glance, you’d think a room of a 3-star hotel would be pretty shitty but, no, it’s quite a nice room, almost 5-star level.
ROBIN: Well, I’ll give you this, I didn’t expect it to be this…
MELISA: Fancy? Yeah, most people don't. Now, what can I do for you? You said it was something important? Or did you just miss me?
He chuckled, his cheeks turning red, as his mouth began to form a smile, and he looked away a little bit.
ROBIN: Well, a little bit of both. Mostly because I wanted to show you some of my stuff from the place I grew up in.
He said, taking his backpack and putting it on the table, taking out the cape, daggers and the mask.
MELISA: some knifes, a broken mask and a feathered cape? What is this fanfic-level shit? Are you a cosplayer? No, wait, you're from England? Do you do reenactment stuff, like, historical events or something? It'd explain why you have this crap.
She would say, picking up a dagger and tossing it to him. He stop it while it's flying in the air, and he would put it down slowly. Melisa is shocked, getting up and backing up a little.
MELISA: Okay, I'm officially saying, that was fucking awesome, what else can you do? But also, what the actual shit, how did you do that?
Nico is unsure where to start, but goes on for like 5 minutes explaining the lore of these three books to her.
ROBIN: And that's why I'm able to do that. Any questions?
MELISA: Other than "what the fuck is this writer on"? No, not really. Let me see the mask though...
He would take the mask and give it to her, as she inspects it a little bit.
MELISA: How is it that you can look through this? It's clearly some kind of metal... Can I keep this?
Nico cared about that mask and was a little scared it might break. He chuckled a bit.
ROBIN: Can I please have it back, now?
MELISA: No, fuck off, I wanna see...
she held him away, so she could try it on.
MELISA: What kind of metal is this? It looks like chrome, but it works like a one way mirror...
ROBIN: Alright, alright, calm down. Now can I please have it back?
MELISA: Fine, here ya go, ya big baby.
She said, giving the mask back. He puts it back in his bag, and looks at her with a neutral expression. Melisa is intrigued by this mask, and wonders how it was made.
MELISA: How'd you make the mask?
ROBIN: Oh, well uh, I made it with a rare metal from Outworld. I guess by molding it correctly, I can make it do that. I don't know how it works, and like you said when we first met, Doesn't seem like the writer notices, or cares.
Melisa chuckles, and leans back on the couch pillows. Nico scoots over and sits next to her. She would turn to him, the two look each other in the eye.
MELISA: Are- are we about to kiss?
ROBIN: Maybe. That's on the writer to decide.
He says, as he leans in closer with open arms, in the position to hug the blue haired girl. She turned to him and hugged him back. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack, and the last thing he'd hear would be a pounding in his chest.
ROBIN: I Think I’m in love... Wait, shit, fuck. Uh...
She laughs, patting his back. She then checked her wrist watch, seeing it’s nine-fifty nine.
MELISA: Hey uh… when do you have to go?
ROBIN: Why? Do you have any important business to do, so you need absolute silence?
MELISA: I’m not trying to be an a-hole, but it’s like ten PM and–
ROBIN: Say what?
He asked, standing up and looking at his phone.
ROBIN: Oh shit! I’m gonna be late!
He quickly grabs his things and puts on his shoes before running out the door. Then he walks back to see her again.
ROBIN: Before I go, if I get kicked out because of this, can I move here?
The designer would look at him with joy in her eyes and a giggle on her face.
MELISA: Of course.
ROBIN: Thanks, Milly.
He says waving goodbye as he runs down the stairs as quietly as possible as to not wake up the other neighbours. He got to the bike and went off as fast as humanly possible. After an hour, he got to the place, he parked the bike, walked to one of the windows, and crawled through. Tip-toeing to his room, right as he touched the handle, a flashlight would shine on him. He knew exactly who it was, as he turned, squinting his eyes because of the light. The general turned the flashlight off, leaning on the wall.
SONYA: I saw the note. Not cospicuous at all.
The caped clusterfuck rubbed his eyes, muffling his voice slightly.
ROBIN: Did Johnny tell you about this…?
SONYA: If he didn’t, I wouldn’t have been worrying about you. I’m doing this because I don’t want you to drown.
ROBIN: Well, it’s not working… at this point, you’re pushing my head down in the kiddie pool and not letting me out, forcing me to fight for my life.
She sighs.
SONYA: If you weren’t so good at doing your job, i would have left you jobless the second you snuck out.
Nico was already getting tired of this same cycle and argument.
ROBIN: It feels like we’ve had this conversation like five times already. Listen, general, I joined your merry crew because I wanted to belong to someone, or something at least. I now realized that maybe that was a mistake. Because in all my time here, that may have been like… seven or so months, I maybe got a total of twenty four hours of time that I’ve actually genuinely enjoyed. The most fun I’ve had here is when you told me to leave to go on my o–
Sonya would stare at him with a mighty rage, her eyes gleemed with horrific intent. Nico would stop, seeing the fire in her eyes he walks back while sweat runs down his neck and absolute fear is seen in his eyes. She approached him, putting a finger to his chest.
SONYA: You open your mouth and talk this shit to me again, I’ll make sure you don’t have any working bones in your left arm. Understood?
ROBIN: Yes, ma’am.
SONYA: Good. Now sleep. And no more sneeking out. Or else...
He walked into his room, feeling like he just Jumped over a Raging Demon. Relieved he survived, but covered in sweat. Sitting on his bed, he gets strange feelings in his gut, a feeling of fear and regret, not letting him sleep for a solid two hours.
#mortal kombat#mk#mortal kombat au#humor#comedy#mk fanfic#oc#ocs#mortal kombat oc#mk oc#mk ocs#mk oc red robin#mk oc melisa#johnny cage#sonya blade#I fuvkign love him <3#yeah my writing is basically i take this emotionally scarred blorbo and give them therapy#and most of the time#it works
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Never Apart
Chapter 3
~little note here again, sorry it took so long to get this written I have been super busy with my work and school, so I’ve been focusing on that! But this chapter is a little bit on the long side to make up for chapter 2 being so short (in my opinion) anyway feel free to give me constructive criticism because I know I’m not the best writer in the world. Anyway enjoy! -Ash~
Jake found his family and they flew back to high camp, somewhere in the Hallelujah mountains. In the process of flying you woke up in Jake’s arms. You realized you weren’t on your Ikran and grabbed onto Jake's neck in fright as you yelped. “Hey, hey I've got you.” Jake says in a reassuring tone.
Jake and the others landed and you finally got to your feet stumbling a bit. Neteyam sees you stumble and rushes to your side. “Y/n! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He looks you over and then puts your arm around his neck to steady you. “Fall in,” Neteyam, Lo’ak and yourself go to stand in front of a very angry Jake, “you were supposed to be spotters.You spot bogeys, and you call them in. From a distance!” Kiri then comes up to inspect me and Neyetam. You both had your heads down not wanting to look him in the eyes. “Does any of this sound familiar? Get here!” Jake yelled and pointed at the ground a little ways away from you. “Y/n?” Tuk, who is Jake and Neytiri’s youngest daughter, runs up to you and inspects your arm and then Neteyams. “Jesus, I let you three geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders.” Jake continued. “I'm sorry sir….” Is all you could say as you glance up at him and then back down at the ground, crossing your arms over your chest.
You looked up to Jake, I mean he was your godfather after all. He usually took you on more missions because he trusted you but right now, you couldn't even bear to look at the disappointment on his face. Then Jake looks at eldest daughter and says, “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?” Kiri was still looking over Neteyam’s injuries as Tuk looked over your arm and back. While all this happened Neytiri just stood behind them and observed. Kiri then answers Jake by saying “My brother and best friend is wounded.” Neteyam motions to Kiri and mumbles a quiet “it's fine.” before Jake interrupted him by saying “Babygirl, please. Tuk, go with her. Go.” Kiri just scoffed, rolled her eyes and walked away reluctantly. Tuk copied her older sister and followed her.
“Dad. Sir, I take full responsibility.” Neteyam sees that you are struggling to stand as he said that he puts his other arm around your waist and helps steady you as he waits for his father to lecture him. “Yeah, you do. That’s right. ‘Cause you're the older brother. You gotta act like it.” Jake said finishing his lecture. Then Netiri chimes in and says in a soft yet respectful tone, “Ma Jake. Your son is actually bleeding and your goddaughter can barely stand.” Neteyam shakes his head and looks away from the two. “Mother, it’s fine I…” Neteyam stops his sentence as you interrupt him. You turned around to face Neytiri, “Ma’am i'm fine….really.” Jake pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Just go and get patched up, both of you. Go on, dismissed.” The man looks down then looks up. Neytiri shoots him a glare as she helps you and Neteyam get to her mother's medical tent.
Neytiri’s mother was the Tsahik of the Ometekaya clan. She had already got you all patched up and feeling better so you were helping her with Neteyam, who was just sitting there saying ow as his grandmother cleaned the wounds on his back and as you cleaned the one on his right peck. Jake and Neytiri were having a discussion outside but you couldn't hear it. Spider was in there and chimed in saying “Aw, wanna kiss for the boo boos?” to Neteyam as you shot him a glare. The tent was barely lit up because of the dark but it was bright enough so you and the Tsahik could patch Neteyam up. Kiri and Tuk were sitting in the corner of the tent helping their grandmother. Kiri was mixing something and as she finished she handed Tuk the bowl. “Give him this.” “Ok. Here drink.” Tuk handed Neteyam the bowl as Kiri started talking to her grandmother about which medicine to use. The Tsahik responded with, “Oh, you would? And who is Tsahik?” as she continued to heal him. “You are grand- move! You are Grandmother but yalna bark is better.” Kiri said bending down to be at their height. Neteyam just says a few more ow as you respond to Kiri’s answer. “It stings less.” You look over at the boy in front of you.“Hm, so mighty warrior, how does it feel to be in the middle of a raid?” you say with a smirk on your face. Neteyam just chuckles as the others chat next to you.
After you helped finish patching your best friend up from the raid you, Kiri, Lo’ak, and Spider head up to the lab cutting through the tent where your Dad’s and his friends’ kept their avatars. Spider was first to go in as Kiri and Lo’ak followed. You were last to head in as you heard your Dad call out to Spider. You look over to see him in his avatar with a toothbrush in his mouth, rolling up a towel and smacking Spiders behind with it. Spider turned around quickly as he felt something hit him from behind. He pointed at dad and said “Your ass is mine.” Dad looks at him and says, “I'm right here.” while he raises his arms up.
“Dad! Stop picking on Spider!” you say smacking his arm playfully as you go up to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Hey sweet pea, i'll be in the lab in a second ok?” he says as he watches you walk away. “Got it!” you yell back giving him a thumbs up. You follow your friends into the lab, not really paying attention to what they are saying as you grab a mask. Spider's voice grabs your attention. “You know what really sucks though. Is you can breathe Earth air for hours, and I can only breathe your air for like, 10 seconds.” Kiri then chimes in saying. “Yeah, Monkey Boy, that really sucks. For you.” Kiri laughs as she grabs her own mask and yelps as Spider grabs her tail playfully. She then spins around in and crouches down grabbing at him. They both hiss at each other as you roll your eyes.
Max turns around hearing the kids hiss as Kiri says hello. “Hi Max!” She says as she turns around. “Hey, Kids.” Spider then moves to fist bump Max and say hi to Norm. Your dad turns to greet Spider and see’s you and Lo’ak. “Y/n, Lo’ak.” He says as you go over and crouch down to hug your dads human body. You have been taller than him for ages now, you outgrew his human body at 10 years old. You, Lo’ak, and Spider talked with Norm for a while before joining Kiri in the other room. Grace was Kiri’s mom. She was a human who died before she was born. But her Avatar was pregnant with Kiri, Dad and Jake have no idea how she was conceived but Jake adopted her without a second thought.
Where you lived with the lab guys with your dad, you, Spider, and Kiri spent a lot of time together since Kiri would come to see her mom’s avatar and watch her logs. Kiri was doing just that when the three of you arrived. You stood next to Kiri as she watched the tapes and Spider jumped up onto the bar where Grace’s avatar was. Lo’ak rested his foot on the table with the computer on it and just said “So, who do you think knocked her up? Pretty sure it was Norm.” not even taking it into account that he was talking about your adoptive father and Kiri’s dead mother. Spider laughed and said “Totally.” as you and Kiri straightened up from our position and looked at them. You just scoffed and looked at the two and said. “Really?” as Kiri took the….less subtle approach. “You do not deserve to live.” Lo’ak just looked at her and then back at Spider. “No, no, no. Think about it right? I mean he is the teacher's pet. He’s out at the lab with her all the time.” Lo’ak put his hand out in protest and pointed at the computer screen and looked at it. “I would kill myself. I would drink acid.” you then lightly slapped Kiri at her remark and then looked back at Lo’ak.
You were going to say something back but the human boy with blue stripes who you know as Spider interrupts you. “Bro, you're right. He’s, like, in every shot. Bro look, look, he’s giving her the looks.” Spider than points at the screen that was still playing the tape. The two boys laugh as you and Kiri look at each other with pure disgust. Kiri then snaps her head at Spider and says, “Hey!” as the boy’s grin on his face fades slightly. “See, I'm thinkin’..” Lo’ak brakes the small silence by speaking and putting his hands on his chest,“...their two avatars were out in the woods, all alone.” You then go up and push Lo’ak as Kiri joins you and pushes him a little bit too as she says “Gross!” Lo’ak chuckles when Spider interrupts him. “Guys, I mean, sometimes it's not so great to know who your father was. Whatever.” Silence filled the room when the boy said that. The three Na’vi children's ears droop in sadness as Spider jumped down from the bar he was sitting on. “I don't even remember him.” “Bro, no spider.” Lo’ak tries to comfort as he gets interrupted. Kiri then walks up to him and puts her arms around his small, human body. “Spider..”, she says in almost a whisper, “ You are not him.”
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HEEYYY! CONGRATS ON 800 LOVE<3 How are you?
It sounded too fun for me to not join your celebration so here it is! i wanna say grishaverse like any character from both book series and i don't have a gender preference and ofc romantically cause i have no romance in my life.
Next year i'm going to study english literature in uni as a second language and i have always wanted to be a writer so studying literature is something i'm really exited about. I'm an enfp! My best friend once said my personality is like Elizabeth bennet's and i never forget that cause it's such an honor. i usually hyperfixate on reading or i binge watch and in the end i burn out for a few days. I LOVE drawing but i can't draw so it's always so funny when i try. I love harry potter's opening music(?) It's SO comforting. i don't use any social media very actively because i get overwhelmed by it really easy. And i apparently love oversharing on the internet.
Im sorry this is long i got carried away. Thank you for existing and please don't forget to drink water and eat, have really great day/night, love you<3
hi!
thank you for participating :)
i’m good btw, thanks for asking. i hope you’re good too. first of all, taste. i adore james potter. you and me sound very similar actually, i bet you’re really fun to hang out with.
anyways, i ship you with nikolai!
being a prince, he’s probably done his fair share of reading. i don’t think he reads in his free time, but i do think he’d appreciate a good book or quote. so while he might not read, maybe he’d ask you to read it him or tell him what the book you’re reading is about. and if you were writing, he’d be happy to bounce ideas off you so he could help. might as well put that high education to good use. and i think he loves music. “its enough to make a grown man cry,” is definitely something he’d say to you when he found a piece that he really loved.
i think he’d get along well with an enfp. elizabeth bennet is probably one of his ideal personalities that he’d want in a partner, so if you’re like that, he’d count himself lucky. someone who’s outgoing enough to keep a conversation going, but also someone content to just be calm and serene with him. he’d definitely love witty banter, but he’d also love some peace and quiet too, except i don’t think he likes being alone. so being with someone who’s happy to just be in his presence, and be there if he needs someone to talk to, he’d really value that.
i think he really understand burnout. he constantly has a million things running through his head, and tons of ideas, and there’s just no time to execute them all. once he did have time for his ideas, he’d get really frustrated when he couldn’t execute them well. he’d need some kind distraction, and you’d be more than happy to provide one.
he’d hear you coming, immediately relaxing when you took a seat beside him. “hello, darling.”
“are you alright?” you’d ask, frowning when he rested his head on your shoulder and sighed. “bad day?”
“very long day,” he’d answer, reaching for one of your hands. “waste of time, too.”
he’d show you his sketches he drew up when trying to create the flying ship, and you’d smile, taking a piece of parchment and a quill from him.
“i’ve got this,” you’d grin, immediately sketching away. you knew it would be terrible, but the smile on his face would be worth it.
he’d laugh so hard that he’d nearly make himself sick, settling himself into your arms. he’d consider getting you lessons, but he knew you didn’t draw because you wanted to be a great artist. it was purely for fun, and it made you smile, just like you made him smile.
“it’s terrible, darling,” he’d say, wrapping one arm around you while holding the parchment in the other. “i love it!”
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Leona Kingscholar Yandere Alphabet
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Requested by @the-grimm-writer
This alphabet contain mild spoilers for Book 2 of Twisted Wonderland!
Warnings: Yandere behavior, swearing, mentions of non-con, kidnapping, mild physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse, forced fasting, narcissistic behavior, murder, blood
If you are uncomfortable with any of these warnings, please do not read under the cut!
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
❥ Leona is not an affectionate person since he is so�� I guess the word is nonchalant?
❥ However, he does love you, he’s just not good at showing you.
❥ He isn’t into all that lovey dovey shit. However, he does like holding you close in his lap and kissing the top of your head from time to time.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
❥ This man would get covered in blood, lion ears to toe, for you when he sees someone as an obstacle on his way to you.
❥ You are something he can have and won’t have to worry about birth order to get it.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
❥ Oh ho ho! Fully expect to be mocked by this man, even if you are good to him (but significantly less than if you are a brat-)
❥ This man is probably the most relentless mocker (next to Floyd).
“Eh? You wanna go home~? Tough fucking shit, brat.”
❥ Besides the mocking and teasing, he is probably not the worse Yandere you could be with. He’s rude and standoffish but he does respect your boundaries (sort of).
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
❥ He’s not into taking advantage of you sexually, he finds it disgusting.
❥ He would obviously kidnap you against your will, you don’t have a choice there.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
❥ Leona is not the lovey dovey kind of guy, even though he genuinely loves you. He knows how bad it can backfire if he trusts you.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
❥ Not shocked or hurt in the slightest. This man knows what he is doing is hurtful but honestly doesn’t care. He finally has you and he isn’t gonna give up.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
❥ He doesn’t see you as a game but if you wanna run, he’s more than willing to play cat and mouse with you.
“You wanna play a game of cat and mouse, herbivore? Alright, I’ll give you a fifteen second start, start running.”
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
❥ If you push his buttons enough, he might restrict you from eating for a week while reminding you that this was all your fault while berating you.
❥ After 3 days though, he feels bad and stops it with a half ass apology.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
❥ He is NOT a family man so he doesn’t want any kids with you, sorry.
❥ However, he would like living a long, nice life with you by his side.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
❥ He tries to hide it, but it’s pretty obvious he gets jealous.
❥ Watching you befriend Ace, Deuce and the others stirs this jealous feeling in his chest.
❥ To cope, he goes and breaks things in his room in a fit of rage only for Ruggie to peek in, unsettled as he watches Leona throw things around in rage.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
❥ If you aren’t kidnapped yet, he might try and actually flirt with you. This man has a lot of charisma and knows he’s hot.
❥ He gets a rush out of watching you turn red and then teases you for it:
“Aw, you turning red, herbivore? I was just starting.”
❥ If you scoff and ignore his flirting, he blows it off and thinks you are playing hard to get.
❥ If he has kidnapped you, he is a lot more ruthless with his teasing and flirting, sprinkling a little more sexual innuendos.
Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
❥ Leona is one charismatic, rich motherfucker and he uses this to his advantage. He uses his status, money and talk to try and sweep you off your feet.
❥ He will ask you to meet him in a secluded place in the school to ask you out since he doesn’t like people watching him since it makes him stutter with extra eyes on him.
❥ If you say yes, he secretly knew you would as he pulls you into a passionate kiss only to pull away and say:
“Knew it.”
❥ If you reject him, he is taken aback. What? You, a herbivore who can’t even use magic, reject him?
❥ At this point, he thinks there is someone else you are seeing that is keeping you from him.
❥ Who is it? Is it cephalopunk? Horned bastard? Who?! Who could it be that you think would be better than HIM!?
“Who the fuck are you seeing, huh? Octopunk? Horned bastard?! Who?!”
❥ After he questions you and he doesn’t get an answer, he pins you to the wall and demands you tell him until he accidentally, in a fit of rage, hits you in the face, knocking you out cold.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
❥ Not really, except a lot more flirtatious.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
❥ As I said previously, he is not a fan of punishment but if you push his buttons too much, you might get punished verbally or physically.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
❥ All of them. Point blank. Good luck trying to see your friends again, let alone sunlight.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
❥ This man has very little patience due to his temper so don’t depend on him being patient with you.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
❥ If you escape, he will chase you down till the end of his days and use his money and connections to find you.
❥ If you die, however, he would feel immense guilt, especially if you were in his care or he snapped and killed you. He would never forgive himself and spiral into a deep depression.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
❥ No, this man has no regret when doing it and after he has done it. He doesn’t care of the consequences this will have. He finally has you.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
❥ With him always being second because of birth order, he hated it. He could never get anything he wanted and his family always made him look bad.
❥ But, when he met you, you were something he could have without having to be born first to get it and he was not going to let that go.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
❥ He kinda gets annoyed when you scream and cry but he knows you’re scared deep down:
“Quit your yapping, herbivore. It’s getting on my nerves…”
❥ If you try and isolate yourself after he has kidnapped you, he also finds it annoying but understands you don’t wanna be with him since he forcefully took you away from your life.
❥ If you isolate yourself before he kidnaps you, he hides it but deep down, he’s worried for you.
❥ Once he sees you again when you are alone, he confronts you:
“Hey, what’s going on, herbivore? You haven’t been showing up to class and it’s buggin’ me.”
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
❥ He is more aggressive to his darling than the normal Yandere, I suppose.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
❥ Probably his carefree nature since he gives you time to run away and you can use that to your advantage.
Wit’s End: Would they ever hurt their darling?
❥ He isn’t a fan of punishments but if you push his buttons, he might snap and hit you. Not enough to seriously damage you, but it make you think twice before pushing his buttons again.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
❥ He is not a big worshipper kind of Yandere. He is more of a tough and brash kind of Yandere.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
❥ He might snap after so many blows to his mental state and overblot in rage and blame you for it:
“You made me do this! This is your fault, herbivore!”
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
❥ Perhaps but it is unlikely and it wouldn’t be on purpose. He might harass you too much and break your spirit.
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