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jasontoddsmommyissues · 8 months ago
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I love him a normal, healthy amount
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carebeardean · 6 days ago
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Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.
Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.
So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.
then Edwin starts writing back.
Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.
Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.
Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.
Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).
Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.
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theerurishipper · 3 months ago
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Local bat vigilante tries not to admit to caring about father-figure, fails
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happy-xy · 3 months ago
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Jacob Scipio BAD BOYS: RIDE OR DIE (2024)
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hoyas-big-head · 6 months ago
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shurisgf · 5 months ago
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i feel like armando is such a munch , like srsly …
“Por favor, déjame hacerte sentir bien mamá.” He begged. Armando wasn’t one for begging, but after seeing you in that skin tight dress he needed you. Bad. He was currently rubbing on your body from behind while you got ready for bed in the bathroom mirror. His hands started on your lower stomach and found their way lower causing you to shudder under his hot touch. “Déjame amarte hermosa,” his hands traveled up to your arms, brushing his hands up and down them lovingly. He then placed a tender kiss to your shoulder and trailed kisses all the way up your neck until he whispered in your ear. “Por favor,” you could see his needy desperate eyes in the mirror, eyeing you up and down. Fuck, how could you say no to him?
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GLOSSARY !
Por favor, déjame hacerte sentir bien mamá. — Please, let me make you feel good mama.
Déjame amarte hermosa — Let me love on you beautiful.
Por favor — Please.
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pt. 2
TAGLIST; @ghettogirly @milliumizoomi
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milliumizoomi · 5 months ago
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Yall I think I may be going into actual cardiac arrest 🥹
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suhstaste · 4 months ago
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this crazy, devious work. lock him up omg
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punk-in-docs · 8 days ago
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🕸️ Pretty Girls Make Graves 🕸️
Eddie x Pencils - 🎃 Halloween 🎃one shot
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Summary: pretty much what it says on the tin. Halloween one shot with our dearest Eddie x Pencils. Enjoy. Pure fluff. A tiny suggestion of smut at the end. Inspired by this lovely photo set & this prompt post that got me off my ass to write again.
Also another shoutout to the gorgeous @tvserie-s-world who made this amazing Eddie x Pencils edit that I’m still gooey over. 🖤
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“So, what brings you to my dark and creepy neck of the woods?”Came a cocky taunt as soon as the trailer door swung open after your knock.
It’s usual rusty-screeching melody preceding its occupants flirty remark. The sound of the Smiths comes slithering out the creaking door behind him. The tape you bought that got lost in the avalanche of both your cassettes that slide and slip, congregate on his passenger seat.
He will not smile for anyone. And pretty girls make graves.
The lanky shadow of your boyfriend cuts across the warm yellow glow of the lights that slant out the doorway behind him. His costume makes you grin. Sheer moronic love.
You stood halfway up the steps. Candles flickering and throwing dozy pools orange in Jack-o-lanterns across the toes of your boots. They’re all wonky and have imperfect slanted mouths and jagged eyes. Loping together on the uneven porch steps. Fat orange gourds all drunk with gravity.
The very same pumpkins you’d helped him carve a week ago, after a misty morning weekend trip to Merill’s pumpkin farm. Eddie had the rather dastardly and determined habit of choosing pumpkins bigger and heavier than his actual van tires. You ended up with so many.
Your kitchen has smelt like squelchy pumpkin innards all week. You’re still finding seeds cropping up under the toaster or in the corner of the cabinets. As per Eddie’s way with most things, It wasn’t exactly a neat process.
You can’t help but laugh at his greeting too.
“I distinctly remember making plans to invade the spooky neck of your woods tonight, my little death trap.” You smile as you edge your way up the sloping steps. Holding a huge pumpkin shaped bucket of candy in your arms. The contents rustle as you move.
Everyone’s touting pumpkin buckets tonight. Driving in and even on the street back home, you saw a load of elementary kids walking around the park in their costumes. Ghosts in bedsheets. Aliens. Bats. One very ambitious papier maché pumpkin. Superhero’s. Clowns. Home made astronauts clad in crinkly tin foil and bulbous helmets. All wandering with an adult in tow and buckets clutched in their hands, ready to be filled.
You opted for a simple witch costume. Stripy tights and your dark thrifted docs. A black dress with a little cape tied around your shoulders and a witches hat. You applied dark purple-plum lipstick and dark smudgey grey eyeshadow, and liner. Your eyelids glitter like purple constellations. He finds stars to gaze at so often in those pretty eyes.
Eddie had gone for an Alice Cooper inspired look. Top hat. The dripping dark eye makeup that you’re amazed he managed all on his own. Hair it’s usual long rocker mess. Gothic black and lots of it. A huge goth belt with studs and buckles. You spy a cane grasped by his side too. A fake toy snake looped around his neck. Just like the man himself. He really does go all out.
The fringe benefit being he looks hot as hell to your eyes.
“You’ve got me under your spell, O’ bewitching one. How could I possibly resist.” He opened his arms out to you as you came to the last step.
“Bet you say that to every witch who shows up at your door on hallows eve.” You smile. Unashamedly grab the snake that’s looped around his neck and reel him in by it.
“Only ones who bought me jolly ranchers.” He preens. He can see the multi coloured hue of the wrapped candy in the huge bowl you’re carrying.
At the same time, he plucks the flimsy pointed witches hat off your head so the brim doesn’t get in his way. You unconsciously move towards the same goal together. It’s spooky. Sometimes it’s like you have the same brain. You’re one entity mashed together in a frenzy of melding hearts, music mania and relentless adolescent infatuation.
He lopes forwards and gladly slots his slanting smirk onto yours. Tasting of orange sweet candy corn and beer. His thumb and forefinger meet on your chin. Your hand slid for his neck. Fingertips along his jaw as you share a giddying kiss. You mouth at the plushness of his lips. He does the same to you.
You pull back before he makes you swoon dangerously down these steps. His kiss should come with a warning sign; dangerously addictive metal head. May possess body and soul.
You can tell already that you’ll have to wave goodbye to this lipstick. It’s now smeared all around your mouth and most of his. Now he looks like Alice Cooper doing nine to ten in Arkham Asylum.
“Hello.” You beam. Rubbing smudged purple off his lips. Vamptastic Plum the colour name.
“Hi.” He smirks like a lunatic. End of his nose rubbing into yours where he gazes at you.
He does it a lot. It’s honestly so lovesick you should be kinda nauseated.
When you’re studying. Watching a movie. Eating popcorn or pizza. Every now and again he’ll just rest his chin in his hand and smile all warm and stupid at you. Cheeks bunched and crows feet at his eyes. Even when you have paint flecked across your forehead. Or pizza cheese slung in a string across your chin. Or when you’re frowning at your fingers when you smear your nail drying polish. He loves watching you just be near him.
It always ends the same way. You’ll feel his eyes burning their fond cinnamon gaze into you. You’ll turn and meet his eyes. And that smile lopes even wider. He’ll loop a pinky though yours and kiss the back of your hand. Or your forehead.
“Permission to enter your lair?” You seek.
“Thought only vamps had to ask permission to come in?” He flirts with you. Eyes on your mouth again. Your lips all kiss bruised makes him ache. In fact, makes another sort of serpent twitch in his jeans.
“Misdirection. I am actually a vampire. The witch outfit is a clever disguise to work my cunning way into unsuspecting trailers.” You raise your brows naughtily.
He grins. “Clever subterfuge.”
He slips aside from the door to let you come in. Another kiss pressed to your lips before he lets you sidle on past him. He hangs your witches hat on the coat rack with his spare jacket and Wayne’s denim.
“Need me to park your broom?” He jests.
“Left it in the car with my black cat. You’re safe.”
“How many more witchy jokes could we stretch this out too?”
“I reckon I’ve a few left knocking around…” you guess. Placing the bucket of candy on the kitchen counter. Hopefully Eddie doesn’t pilfer the whole lot before Wayne’s home. You hope he leaves his uncle a treat or two. And doesn’t scarf the lot like a damn seagull.
This trailer hugs you any time you enter. You thought that when you and Eddie started dating. And you still think it now. Capital H home. This place. Filled with his and Wayne’s memorabilia. And a few more other things tonight;
You haven’t seen your boyfriend as much of late. He’s been out hitting the teenage party circuits with his metal lunchbox. Making a healthy chunk of change by the looks of it. He’s strung up plenty of decorations to help pep this place up with Halloween spirit.
There’s pumpkin paper garlands arced in loops up high. Orange and black twisting streamers over the mug shelves. Fake rubbery bats hanging down from the kitchen island cupboards. Dancing skeletons hanging on the little spare space the walls have to offer. The coffee table is cleared of its usual junk and absolutely heaped in candy and snacks.
Butterfingers. Butter popcorn. Pretzels. Red vines. Cheez balls. Mallomars. All of which happen to be your favourites. He has two cold beers side by side. And a fat tight joint sits waiting in the ashtray too.
He’s even bought those fake filmy cobwebs to spread in a few places with fake plastic spiders - to join in with the real ones dusted around in forgotten corners.
All your tensions melt down right to your toes. All is right with the world. Halloween night. No school tomorrow. And Eddie. And a whole uninterrupted night of movies and bliss. You’ve lost count of the amount of times a movie night has ended up getting dirty on his couch. Tape flicking to the end whilst you’re attached lip to lip with wandering hands.
You sigh gladly as you stand to toe off your shoes. Putting them aside. Heat slides into your stomach all squirly and scorching as he stands from behind you and his hand reach around and skilfully undo the cape around your shoulders.
“Let’s get you comfy my temptress of the night. Beer?” He seeks. Throwing your cape over his shoulder. It lands nowhere even near the coat rack.
“Yes please my lovable nightmare.” You sass. You walk over to the couch. Spying an absolute mound of VHS’s ready to go by the TV. The colour seemed to dip in and out sometimes. The set was old. Eddie had to whack the side sometimes to get it to behave. You find it more endearing than a set that worked seamlessly.
You pluck pieces of popcorn out the bowl and throw them onto your tongue. Crunch them down as you sit with your knees tucked under you.
Eddie kills the music and slings himself down next to you on the lumpy couch. Frame squeaking and rattling as he settles.
“Damn. You got a great selection, Munson. What did you do, bribe Harrington with your soul to score all this?” You remark as you peer at the videos on the coffee table.
1941 Wolfman. Christopher Lee’s Dracula. The Fog. Halloween. House on Haunted Hill. And Friday the 13th. You loved old school movies as much as he did. The old swelling suspense of a good black and white.
“Nothin major. Just a little selling of my body and charms. Deviant sexual acts. Just so you know I’ll have raw knees for a month.”
“Mm you filthy slut.” You hush. Impressed.
“Finest slut in the Midwest.”
“So I’ve heard.” You grin. Leaning in to kiss him. Seemed too infeasible not too. He cups the back of your head as you do. Keeping you close as he dares. Sweet kiss like icing sugar dusted across your lips.
He makes a small ‘mmm’ noise before you pull back.
“Besides. I consider The Fog a film that makes me think fondly of our very early courtship.” He remarks.
Snoopy bed shorts. A tin of Campbells. His lunatic escapades of climbing in your window late at night.
“And, well, only the best for you, Pencils.” He grins.
You tilt your head. A sigh caught in your throat.
“You must’ve busted your ass to get all this. You didn’t need too. You know I don’t need all this. I’m happy just to watch crappy reruns with you and order a pizza.” You tell him.
Concerned about the cash he would’ve laid out for tonight. The decor. The snacks. The primo shit from Rick. All must’ve cost a pretty penny.
“You’re worth every damn cent. When you’re dating a spooky awesome girl you gotta put in the ultimate spooky effort.” He tells you. Gripping his beer bottle and leaning back.
You clink your beer bottle to his.
“Please tell me you overcharged those meathead jocks for your product.”
“…. And then some.” He winks.
That’s my boy. You couldn’t be more proud.
“I’ll drink to that.” You murmur. Taking a pull on your cold beer. Cool heaven sliding down your throat.
“Thanks to Tina’s party last week, I mean, man, I scored big time. So many stoners invited. Walk in the park.” He smiled.
That deserved a kiss. Which you gladly give.
“Kinda love you for that.” You suppose. But there were no two ways about it - you were completly head over heels for him.
“Good to know.” He supplies. Hand rubbing your back.
“We better put a video on before I maul you.” You threaten with a great deal of flirt. Dragging your purple painted fingernails down the front of his top.
“Mmm kinky.” He grins. Leaning over to press a spitty kiss to your cheek. Before diving for the pile of VHS.
“Ok, roughly how long do you wanna argue about which one we watch first?” He seeks.
You narrow your eyes. Taking a sip back of your beer. “Depends if I win or not.” You look at him all cunning.
“House on haunted hill?” He bargains. Crouching and pointing the VHS at you.
“Don’t point that thing at me.” You smile. Stealing another handful of popcorn. Eating it with a grin.
Let the bickering commence…
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The credits rolled to your third film of the night. Halloween the 1978 original. Orange twinkle lights flicker in the warm yellow lights near the kitchen. The rest of the trailer in dozy darkness. The sounds of kids trick or treating and laughing, batter against the trailer side in the night air.
You magnanimously let him pick the film. Maybe you’re growing soft in your old age.
This found you and Eddie slumped down together on the ratty couch. Limbs tangled. Joint smouldering in the ashtray. Verdant smoke in the air. Beer bottles empty. Only popcorn kernels left in the bottom of the bowl. The snacks had been pilfered and pinched at your leisure.
Eddie was pressed down onto you like a lanky weighted blanket. Snoozing happily with a belly full of beer and cheez balls. Socked feet hanging off the end of the couch. Hands slung all over you like a gangly octopus. He’s currently letting out content little breathy snores with his head cushioned against your boobs. A little spit of drool by the side of his mouth.
He’d nodded off sometime around Michael Myers fifth victim with the boyfriend and the blonde pigtails. You’d been carding your fingers through his hair. Scratching his scalp. Made his eyes flick back in his head.
You swear he was one step away from twitching his foot in contentment like a canine at the work of your hands. Made his brain short circuit.
More so when he was on Indica. Just the kinda hit he needed for a slow sleepy and spooky night in. You can’t deny you’re fighting the effects of it yourself.
A couple of puffs. Eyelids drowsy. Your limbs feeling like cotton stuffed pillows. Indolent and slow. And now you’ve got your perfect metal head keeping you pressed down.
“Guess the party circuit wiped you for six, huh babe?” You smile. Thumbing his cheek. He mumbled something incomprehensible.
You shift your leg up. Which tumbles his knee more into your lap. He snuffled. Nuzzling his head further onto you. His breath was all sugary red vines, and fruity weed.
You kept on stroking his hair. Leaning forward to nuzzle a kiss to the crown of his messy hair. Apple shampoo and that lost tang of American spirits.
“Edward?” You ask.
You get a sleepy, sticky gurgle from him.
“I’ve got a really nice bra and panties set on under this dress, y’know.” You whisper at him.
Another mumble. You smile and rest your cheek on his warm head.
“You’ll have to let me move to put the next movie in, babe.” You tell.
“No. S’comfy.”
Then you hear him grumble. “Boobs.”
“Great boobs.”
You chuckle. Honestly.
“Knock yourself out. Munson. You smile.
Shifting down to let sleep come and gently take you too.
“Oh, and Happy Halloween.” You add. Letting your eyes close. Letting the static at the end of the video ebb you softly into dreams. Along with the sound of wind kindly rattling the roof. Brushing along the walls outside. All the trick or treaters have been coerced indoors. Safe inside with their candy spoils.
Much later on. You hear the rustle of clothes and feel the heat of his breath. The warmth of his limbs leeches off you when he moves. Coldness sneaks in.
You wake with bleary-sticky eyes to those brown ones staring back at you. Cheeks all flushed. The tell-tale sign of a tented zipper bursting at his crotch.
That dripping eye make up looks smeared and downright dangerous. He looks absolutely ravishing and you suddenly shake off your tiredness to see him looking so good like this.
“You said something about a bra, Pencils…” he smiles. “Be a shame not to show it off now-“ He beams. Waggles his brows.
“Heard that did you?” Your brow crooks.
Happy Halloween, indeed.
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This is for everyone; but especially for @tvserie-s-world @lunatictardis @heyndrix @callmeloverr @joequinnswhore @atabigail @thewrathoffemalerage @lurkingprincess @songforeddiemunson @palomahasenteredthechat @babybluebex
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minniiaa · 3 months ago
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Your honor, they’re in LOVE.
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temscraft · 4 months ago
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I love this panel SOOOO FREAKING MUCH because he genuinely can't believe what just came out of his mouth
hes always so guarded and careful with his words, trying as much as he can to sweet talk his way into getting what he wants and then he admits that he genuinely wants to be laios' friend to get him to stay.. and he's as shocked as laios is MAANNN it's possible up until this moment kabru himself doesn't understand why he finds laios intriguing
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ofqueensandwitches · 5 months ago
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My dad before he watched the latest Bad Boys movie: “Bad Boy movies are stupid and I’m only watching this for your mum.”
My dad after he watched the latest Bad Boys movie and then came home to watch the one before it: “Bad Boys movies are still stupid but I’m now watching it for your mum and Armando.”
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violetmuses · 4 months ago
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Wait! Hear me out: Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU?! ❤️‍🔥🖤 👀
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jacobscipioswoman · 3 months ago
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ℙ𝕆𝕍: 𝕃𝕠𝕨 ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 ℙ𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕆𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕓🫶🎞️
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Credits to @nelo0wesker for helping me somewhat😭🫶
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hoyas-big-head · 4 months ago
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Jacob Scipio for A BOOK OF Magazine
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peaxhygirl · 3 months ago
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YOU GUYS!!
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