#so self-indulgent. if she TAKES control it’s because she W A N T E D to. never forget she is so very giving but also so very selfish. Selina

[clawsextended]

it’s midnight remind everyone selina’s VERY situationally a switch but ALWAYS a top.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hey thank you for the links! They are working. Werewolf Sykes is sooo cool. And, I love dark fic so I thought the drabble was awesome. Pulling a gun on his s/o? Yeah. He would. His gentle, quiet, dangerous voice...👌👌

I had a dark thought, too. Warning for dub-con. If your family happened to owe Sykes a debt...imagine him demanding you as part of his payment. Promising them that the amount they owe will be reduced if they hand you over. He'll say you'll be working for him, helping with accounting and bookkeeping, that your services will take some of the weight off his shoulders...they can't see any other option but to accept.

He walks to you to his car, whispering silkily into your ear not to worry, all your needs will be taken care of. One of his big, warm hands on the small of your back as you climb into the back seat. Just a hint of a threat in his voice and his imposing size sending a shiver through you. You soon find out that the services he mentioned aren't exactly what you were expecting ;)

That's it. 😁 You must have some Toon Patrol asks then. 😁 I like the Weasels too, Wheezy being my fav. What else do you have asks for? It's ok if you don't want to share- I am just very curious. I have a feeling I'm going to like it here!

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my gosh.

This. This, this, this!!! There's nothing to add, its just- Ughhh, good stuff 👌 XD

Accounting 😏 and Book Keeping 🥰 I see.

And- yes!! I have lots of Toon Patrol asks! ^^ There is some other stuff sprinkled in as well though. Ooh you like Wheezy?? Sameeee XD He is so chill and in control 😏 While also being an unpredictable addict, which is very interesting XD

Here's the list!: (Apart from the OC stuff, the audience for which is basically @marinerainbow and I XD )

Doc and Sheriff from Cars x Reader x Chick Hicks. I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO SIT MY ASS DOWN AND ENJOY IT, I DUNNO WHY I KEEP PUSHING IT BACK!! @marinerainbow g i f t e d this ask to me, suggesting a reader who's so flirty with Doc and the Sheriff, because she likes them so much <3<3 , but who's getting nowhere with them because she's younger and they're gentlemen who would never 'take advantage' of her- when Chick comes into the picture and starts coming onto reader (He has no problem with the age gap 😅🤣). And she kinda has a moment, like... well, I'm not getting anywhere with the men I w a n t- so I might as well give this guy, who actually w a n t s m e, a chance! Right?? And then suddenly Doc and Sheriff are jealous XD

Another of her gift asks to me as a Professor fucking Callahan one where he treats Student!Menstruating!Reader better then all the other students XDD I c a n n o t believe I haven't written this yet. I guess I just feel guilty writing so much Cal (and Jim and Cruella and Otis- my f/os) 😅😅 The audience is real niche for them 😅😅😅

Horror Villains sorted by Love Language

A few Spotify Wrapped Prompts I still havent done 😅😰 (Maleficent, Psycho Weasel, Greasy Weasel, Inkubus, Clayton, and the Horned King).

Rufus Firefly thoughts! x2

@marinerainbow 's Slasher!Toon Patrol AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x2

Lady Tremaine and Madame Medusa thinking about reader while they're... self caring~ 😏 XD

Which Disney Villains would be up for a threesome with reader?? And with w h i c h other Disney Villains would they be happy to do it with? 😏😏😏

Ex!Freddy Krueger x Reader who's with someone else now but cant stop thinking about him. (God fucking damn him, right?? XD ) I actually have written this, but I made it r e a l self indulgent and the other guys is d e f i n e t l y Jim Bickerman (I mean- I didn't use his name- But I alluded to it XD Reader kinda goes 'J- ' and stops just in time XD ). So i have to rewrite it and make it a bit more ambiguous XD

Pervy Villains (Beetlejuice, Chucky, Freddy, Greasy, Hades (or Jafar. I'm thinking of swapping them), and Offenderman) reacting to noticing reader having a wet dream ~~~

[aizawa-needs-coffee]

Hi!! Could I have a matchup please? I'm 18, pronouns she/her, I'm fine w any gender though I have a preference for males

If its of any relevance, physically I'm about 5'8 tall and on the chubby side, green eyes, brown hair (with blonde streaks) and I wear glasses

If you're into astrology/ mbti, I am a Sagittarius w both moon and rising in Cancer and I'm INFP

So I'm quite emotional lol. Usually very in touch with my emotions and quite perceptive of other's feelings as well. I have a huge saviours complex especially when it comes to feelings (i love helping others figure out their feelings, being a shoulder to cry on or even offering comforting hugs) but I try my best to keep it control cause I don't wanna be suffocating

On the outside I'd say I'm fairly organized, I keep my room clean and all of that, I'm a lil bit of a perfectionist but mentally I'm all over the place. I tend to get carried away by thoughts and emotions and end up procrastinating a lot; anxiety makes it all worse. In short, I suck at time management

To most people I may seem quiet and reserved but I actually really enjoy talking to people; I'm really insecure about not being funny or interesting enough tho. Around my friends I'm more relaxed but still have moments of self doubt

I can also be quite obsessive. If something really catches my interest I won't stop until I search all there is to know about it. For example I watched bnha, read the manga, the spin offs etc all in less than a month and now I'm indulging in fanart and fanfics because I need m o r e c o n t e n t hsbsb. I'm also that kind of person that listens to a new song they like on repeat until they hate it. Speaking of music, I can't say I have a taste lol. My fave genres are rock, pop and indie but I hear smth I like, I listen to it, whether its "high quality" music, basic or weird. Lately I've been listening to a lot of epicore which is literally the type of music thats used in fantasy and sci fi movies askfkdk

I like expressing myself through writing, singing and dancing but I really can't say I'm talented at either of those, it's all in good fun. I also enjoy reading (fiction, non-fic books bore me like hell; my fave genres are fantasy, sci fi and crime) but I haaate literature in school. I'm actually a bit of a math nerd and this year I'm starting uni, studying computer science!! Oh! I've also taken drama classes for 2 years (despite the fear I loved being on stage and plan on starting again once I'm done w the baccalaureate), I love playing D&D and while I woulnd't quite call myself a gamer, I love role playing video games. I'm also almost always down for any kind of multiplayer video games w friends although I have no experience

I'm not a sportive person, I go on walks or do a few exercises every now and then at home but I'm willing to try stuff out like a new sport or going to the gym w an s/o. I do plan on starting self defense classes soon and maybe taking up sword fighting (I love swords hehe)

Tbh I've never been in a relationship so I'm not really sure how I would act w an s/o, nor what I'm exactly looking for. I best express my affection through physical touch tho and that includes my friends so I'd like someone who isn't bothered or can get used to that (s/o would still receive the most hugs/ cuddles etc). I'm not that comfortable w the other love languages for friends and family, but I think I'd be a lot more eager to express my love through them for s/o. If I'm on the receiving end, my weakness is still physical touch :)) but I also need words of affirmation every now and then cause insecurities 🌠 and while I wouldn't ask for anything, especially objects, I am a hoarder and I'd keep any kind of gift like its a national treasure simply bc its from someone I love.

In addition, it doesn't really matter if s/o is more on the emotional or rational side a long as they dont invalidate my feelings; it angers me a lot and makes me feel even more insecure. I tend to isolate when I'm really really upset about something so I need a lil bit of pushing to talk abt it; I'm open to talk abt my feelings but I need the verbal confirmation that they care and wanna help, its not just cause they're being nice

Wow that is a lot of rambling jeez ajsjsjs sorry. Thank you so much if you've read throught that all and ty for the match up!!

Me and my wife literally having a ten minute debate on who we’d pair you with before I made my choice. Thanks for all the details and I hope you enjoy the match up!

I match you with Sero

I feel he’s outgoing and extroverted enough to help you with your anxiety and always reassure you that you are good at things and he does love you, he’s also so chill and laid back that even if you were clingy he’d not mind, he’d embrace it, his chill nature would help balance you. He would help you feel grounded and have a ‘you don’t have to do it all now’ attitude but would happily help you out. You need help going to the store? He remembers the list you wrote, having trouble fitting in lunch while you study? He’ll come to your door with pizza.

He’s determined and outgoing but isn’t aggressively positive and loud either which I think is why I picked him over Kirishima for you.

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“Hey babe, whatcha reading?” Sero asked sitting next to you on the sofa, he handed you a soda which you gratefully took, not looking up from your laptop screen.

As soon as he was sat down comfortably your hand grabbed his, clasping your fingers together as you managed to tear your gaze away from the Wikipedia page which was still open. You blinked up at him and shook your head.

“Oh just something I learned about today and wanted to do some.. extra reading” you explained.

He nodded his head and drank his soda watching as your face lit up as you started to ramble about the topic, he didn’t really know much about it but the way you told him about everything, the way you happily expressed your interest towards the topic made him happy. He gave you his big grin when you finished.

“Sorry, I rambled..” You felt bad, you always felt nervous when you info dumped on people.

“Nah, it’s cool, I didn’t mind at all” he brought your hand up to his face and gave it a kiss, your face flushed at the gentle gesture which caused Sero to laugh playfully.

“Well, if your sure… I just wanted something to take my mind off chores”.

“It’s the weekend, you don’t have to rush anyway.. and if you don’t feel better by tomorrow I can help, you can wash the dishes and I’ll dry?” he suggested still peppering kisses on the back of your hand before you set your laptop down and crawled closer to him.

You nodded softly, that sounded a lot more manageable, you felt your anxiety settle down from a raging nagging feeling to something easier to tolerate. He was such a good influence on you. Sero set down his drink and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“The guys want to come over and say hi later, maybe get pizza… but I can tell them not tonight if you aren’t feeling it… maybe you can play that new game you got? I liked watching you play the other night” He suggested as he nuzzled your head, enjoying how your hair felt on his face.

“Maybe… can I give you an answer later?”

“Yeah, no rush babe”

You smiled softly feeling the lanky boy kiss the side of your head and listened as you carried on talking about the trivia of your current interest.

[otonymous]

Your Gavin NSFW HCs!! So good so good so good! The game hasn't been out long but all of these boys are already near and dear to my heart. I wreck myself thinking of your HCs for the other three if you wrote them 💦 For now, may I humbly request some NSFW HCs of my (potentially/somewhat) shady sunshine Kiro if you're willing to bless us with trying him out? No worries if you're not taking requests/busy! Just slid in to let know your Gavin HCs lit some fires 🔥🔥

Hello awesome Anon! 💕

Thank you so much for your lovely comments and your incredibly polite ask! 😍 It totally brought a huge smile to my face to know that you enjoyed my Gavin NSFW HCs!  Sorry for the long wait in answering your Ask - I hope you’re cool with Kiro’s NSFW ABCs!  Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy them 😉

Warning: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised.  TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of smothering & breath play (can be incredibly dangerous - please take a moment to read up on it if you’re curious and practice safe sex in more ways than one!!)

The ABCs of Kiro (MLQC Headcanon - NSFW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

This sweetheart has already raided the convenience stores beforehand for your favourite snacks and will lay them before you while you’re still wrapped up in his sheets

Enjoy feeding each other Pocky and chips, laughing and getting to know one another in your post-coital bliss

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your ears: loves to nibble and suck on the lobes, run his tongue over the shell of your ears, softly serenade you with the sweetest love songs just to watch the tips grow red

Kiro is particularly fond of his lips: he loves licking the salt of potato chips off them, loves using them to feel the heat of your skin as he peppers your body with kisses, absolutely adores it when you come undone from his mouth alone

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Kiro loves to come in you, but he also loves pulling out to lay the head of his cock on your trembling folds just watch his cum paint your pussy; reach a hand down to gingerly smear it all around and Kiro is insta-hard again

He also loves to take you from behind so he can cum on your ass and watch it drip down the curves of your cheeks and onto your thighs

Kiro has a hard time keeping control when you look up to meet his eyes as your tongue peeks out to taste that drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He may or may not have a couple pairs of your clean underwear that he buries his face in while he’s jerking off, thinking of you

They definitely come in handy with his crazy busy schedule and all the traveling he does for work (see “Jack Off” below)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kiro is quite experienced (especially when it comes to certain kinks)

Prior to meeting the love of his life (i.e. YOU) he has engaged in meaningless sex here and there with some groupies, some members of edgy underground organizations (one of whom introduced him to his kink - see below, under K)

F = Favourite Position

Hands down, 69 is Kiro’s favourite position because he likes to give and receive at the same time

The superstar will keep pulling down on your hips and thighs, trying to get you to rest more of your weight onto his face (see Kink below)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

There can be a lot of jokes and laughter leading up to the moment, but you can bet that once Kiro gets down to business, he’s never been more serious about anything in his life

Boy can be INTENSE and seriously driven to give you as much pleasure as possible

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Like Victor, Kiro is completely bare (in case the superstar has any wardrobe malfunctions on stage)

But if you MUST know, Kiro is a natural blond

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kiro is a romantic at heart: he firmly believes in love at first sight, the red thread of fate and the concept of soulmates

From the very moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one and hasn’t looked at anyone else since (and never will)

Even still, he cannot help but feel insecure at times, hating himself whenever he questions whether or not his Evol had any influence on your feelings for him

Hence, sex with Kiro often takes on an incredibly intimate tone and can be more properly referred to as lovemaking: his cerulean eyes will be searching yours as he buries himself deeply inside you, laying his soul bare with every tender word he whispers in your ear, each burning press of his body against yours �� he’s expressing the depths of his love and seeking confirmation that you love him as Kiro the man, not Kiro the superstar with his overwhelming charm

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Kiro masturbates quite frequently, close to daily, depending on how tired/busy he is — he finds it hard not to, since you’re never far from his mind

His insane work schedule unfortunately translates into a lot of time away from you, so he often has to rely on himself to release his pent-up energy

Also expect to engage in some mutual masturbation over FaceTime

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Kiro has an oral fixation and lives for you to sit on his face

He’s even cool if there’s a bit of smothering - VERY MILD breath play is something he’s into

He won’t do it to you unless you request it yourself, Miss Chips! (you can bet safe words/gestures will be in full effect)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere he can get you alone: with his jam-packed schedule, Kiro has to take advantage of every hour, every minute, every second he has with you

You guys have gotten busy in a variety of places: in his dressing room, a variety of broom closets, hidden behind clothing racks backstage, inside a parked van with tinted windows, in bathroom stalls, on a deserted beach in the middle of the night, etc. — anything goes

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

While Kiro loves everything about you, he especially loves the sound of your voice, and finds it absolutely irresistible when you sing a song he penned himself (he’d wonder whether his Evol rubbed off on you)

The man melts to hear you moan with pleasure, so feel free to be as loud as possible whenever you have the luxury to do so

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I’m just gonna keep it real here: none of the MLQC boys share.  NONE.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This boy likes giving and receiving equally (see Favourite Position above)

Very skilled at eating you out and can happily do so for HOURS (this superstar has had lots of vocal training, including tongue stretches 😉)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If time isn’t an issue, Kiro tends towards slow and sensual because he wants so badly to prolong the moment of physical and emotional intimacy with you

When you’re indulging in a quickie though, the man can snap his hips as fast as a jackhammer and with almost as much force

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

While Kiro doesn’t view quickies as ideal, it’s much better than nothing and beggars won’t be choosers

It’s pretty much guaranteed that sex is gonna happen anytime you and Kiro get the chance to meet up in person

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kiro is totally game when it comes to experimenting (except no additional partners!)

His kink game is strong to begin with: anything you mention he’s likely already tried, so feel free to ask him anything

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

With all the recording/filming/concerts/TV appearances/promotions, etc., Kiro has even longer work days than Victor.  You best believe he has the stamina to keep up

He’s also a younger guy and is super fit from rehearsing dance routines all the time, along with his usual sessions at the gym (he’s gotta work off all that junk food after all)

So, if given the time and opportunity, Kiro can go many rounds and doesn’t require much recovery time in between

But don’t worry, the boy’s EQ is so high he would never push you past your comfort level; you wouldn’t even need to say anything and he can read you like an open book

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Kiro doesn’t have any toys for his own use, but as mentioned in Dirty Secret above, he does keep a pair of your panties around to assist him in fantasizing about you when he’s stroking himself

The superstar does have a collection of costumes from movies/dramas he’s filmed in the past and took a particular liking to.  Feel free to peruse and let him know which one you want him to wear 😉

LOVES using toys on you, and is quite open to you using toys on him 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Kiro likes to tease his lady when she loses at video games, not when she’s in the bedroom (unless you explicitly ask for it)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kiro, the singer, can get incredibly loud during the act when he doesn’t have to be discrete

His moans and groans are made 100000000x more irresistible by his beautifully sensual voice

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You’ve inspired every love song he’s written since meeting you

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kiro has a nice cock, average girth and slightly above-average in length

He is cut and curves very slightly to the right

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kiro had a high sex drive to begin with, but it has shot through the roof since meeting you

His mind can’t help but drift to more sensual matters whenever he sees you or even thinks of you 

Much of this is tied to the strength of his feelings for you; oftentimes he finds that words just aren’t enough to express how much he loves and desires you so he tries to show you with both his words and actions

The man does try to suppress his thirst, as he doesn’t want to scare you off

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kiro tends to pass out immediately after sex, but only for 5-10 minutes before he’s completely energized again and ready to go, as if he took a power nap

If you’re up for another round, so is he!  But if you’ve had enough, Kiro will break out the post-coital snacks (see Aftercare above) and maybe toss you a gaming console controller, smirking as he climbs back under the sheets with you

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[honestsycrets]

➳ Ubbe’s Love Alphabet

A = Affection (PDA, what sort of affection they give)

Coming home after a long time away, there are no words. Just a playful kiss and up you go, over his shoulder and headed towards home.

He’s certainly affectionate. He’s known to flirt ridiculously with you in front of anyone, playfully fight with you and at times, he will indulge in picking you up and taking you out of sight.

B = Babies (Anything you want about babies)

“Seven, at least.” Ubbe runs his fingers over yours, naked upon his chest after a good long day. 

Ubbe wants babies. Not just babies, but tons of babies just like his father had. He’s serious about raising them and being involved in their lives, and so reassures you that he won’t disappear like his father.

C = Cuddles (How they cuddle or are cuddled)

“Come here.” He motions after sex or when you initially join him in bed. In either case, he wants you close.

He likes to lead the cuddling. Whether he’s spooning you or with your chest to his, he likes to make sure you feel secure in his arms. As a lover, he finds that’s something that he wants to provide. Just like his father did, once.

D = Darling  (Pet names)

“Wife.”

Simple pet names. He is particularly proud of calling someone his wife-- because he’s proud of you. He might at times use others in place of that, my love, as its simple and to the point.

E = Enamored (how hard do they fall when in love)

He doesn’t want to say he falls in love hard. But he thinks he somewhat does. He can often be found going after the woman he wants tirelessly-- even at the sake of his brothers who want the very same. He’ll win.

F = Firsts (A first on anything you pick)

“Not a word to my brothers.” He cringes. Hvitserk would never let this go.

His first hunt with you goes unlike what he expected. He expected to be the one to hunt something big for dinner, to bring back to your family. Imagine his surprise when your haul was bigger than his. How is he meant to impress your father now?

G = Good Morning (How do they wake you up)

Ubbe mumbles soft nothings, puffing warm breath across your skin.

With plenty of neck kisses and caresses. Before he goes out hunting, he likes to caress you with a hand while he dresses. On some self deemed lazy days, he’ll spend his time waking up slow and steady by cuddling you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs?)

Ubbe is a fan of tight I’ve missed you hugs topped off with kisses. After a battle, exhausted hugs are doable, but he prefers a passionate kiss to let him know that you’re proud of him.

I = In Labor (Labour and Delivery)

“I’ll be there.” 

Present at all deliveries. He stands with his hands folded, watching carefully by your side. Ubbe feels a sense of pride when you’re in labour with his children, pushing them out with grace. At the delivery, he’s the most eager to get his hands on his child-- and show his other children their newest sibling.

J = Jealousy (Are they jealous? How do they handle it?)

“And that man?” He asks, just to hear you console him.

By getting rid of it. Ubbe is a confident man with rare need for jealousy. He can admit when he feels threatened by another man, however. Most often, he will be the one to step up and take care of an interloper by making a display of you.

K = Kisses (How do they kiss? How often?)

Often in public or in private. He takes his time with you, tickling your lips with his beard. His eyes with trail your features when he leans in, latching his chapped lips against your own, slow but needy sweeps of his lips against yours.

L = Loyal (How loyal are they?)

He’s as loyal as they come. “I haven’t given you reason to think otherwise.” He says, arms folded.

Despite leaving his insane ex-wife for you, he’s a loyal man. Although he might appreciate other women’s bodies, he’s prone to inform you-- and maybe coerce them into your bed at times. Communication is key.

M = Memory (Their favourite memory about you?

Ubbe’s eyes can’t help trail over to you as you draw cloth over Hvitserk’s legs, slowly watching your smile form between all of Hvitserk’s whining.

Where he first saw you: bathing in the waters of Kattegat with Hvitserk. It was probably not the best idea. They had no idea you had a pack of hounds-- and that Hvitserk’s leg apparently was a chewbone.

N = Never! (Dealbreakers)

“You should have told me.” 

Someone that will try to force him to do something. He’s fully willing to speak to you about certain things, but when you go and hatch your own plans, he’s out.

O = On the Rocks (How do they make up?)

An apology. He’s not above them although he rarely speaks them to his brothers. Most often, he rectifies whatever brought the two of you apart. If he has something good, he wants to keep it.

P = Playtime (Any headcanons on sex)

“Surprise me.” He rumbles, looking to the candle in your fingertips. He has a feeling it’s about to get hot.

Ubbe can certainly do vanilla sex, but to keep his interest, he needs something more. He’s a man that wants to be known as being in control, being dominant while at the same time having a soft place to land and be dominated time to time. 

Q = Quiet Time (How do they wind down?)

“In bed.” He smiles. 

With dinner, sex and cuddling in bed. He doesn’t want to hear Ivar’s latest meltdown or Sigurd’s latest bitching, but rather have a quiet night with your body on top of his and a line of burning candles around the room. He’ll watch the flickering flame and enjoy the quiet.

R = Rapture (What makes them happy?)

“This was my father’s dream. And mine too.”

The thought of building a new life with you. His homelife was messy at best, broken to shambles at worst and that’s not the legacy that he wants to bring to his children. Now that he’s confirmed his father’s dreams, he wants to build a legacy out of obligation.

S = Soulmate (What do they think of soulmates?)

Ubbe folds his arms as you tell him, one over the other. “Are you alright? Did you hit your head?”

Skeptical at best. He has been told of his father’s soulmates: Lagertha and Athelstan. But his mother? She did not seem to have one as rumour of Harbard as being Odin hardly seems like a fitting soulmate. He’s not sure about having his own.

T = Together (What do you like to do together?)

Fight together, love together, build together. Ubbe likes someone that will be able to hold their own in home and out of the home. The ability to protect themselves and him at the worst of times is what he needs.

U = Unyielding (How do they handle interlopers on the relationship?)

“It won’t happen.”

No tolerance. Ubbe takes care of any issues before they become issues.

V = Vulnerable (Are they vulnerable often? How do they handle it?)

He is vulnerable when there is a need for it. Fighting with his brothers is a particularly vulnerable situation. He has no shame in speaking to you about his concerns-- keeping it out in the open.

W = Wedding (Wedding headcanons)

“Whatever you want.”

Ubbe’s wedding is painfully traditional. He wants it to be special-- even it special is traditional with any spin that you want to pull on it. His only request? The bridal race with his brother stays.

X = (E)x (How do they handle exes? What do they do if they see them)

"I haven’t seen you in some time.” His arms are folded, legs slightly apart. The words are cold. “You look nice.”

Closes himself off. If its in the past and he’s done with it, he’s done with it. If it was due to your preference, he may feel a distant longing for the relationship that he lost.

Y = Yearning (What do they do when they miss you?)

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers into your ear, running his hands down your back, tightening around your waist.

Bury it. As opposed to his brothers Hvitserk and Bjorn, having sex with random women doesn’t have an allure on raids. He waits until he can get back into his tent, back to that pier, to ravish you.

Z = Zzz… (Sleeping headcanons)

Most days, he can sleep peacefully with you on his chest. Your relationship with him is stable and in balance. When it is, he feels like he can rest. Though, he’ll never forget being attacked in his sleep and is a light sleeper.

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Were You Thinking Naughty Thoughts? Part 2

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DayumThoseLegs: have you ever seen a guy so beautiful you cried?

PancakePrince: I have a mirror.

DayumThoseLegs: … DayumThoseLegs: I’m SPEECHLESS DayumThoseLegs: okay DayumThoseLegs: you’re right but that’s not what I’m talking about here

PancakePrince: it’s not? PancakePrince: have you finally grown bored of me? PancakePrince: are you tossing me to the side PancakePrince: to enjoy the company of a beautiful young thing?

DayumThoseLegs: honey DayumThoseLegs: you’ll always be number one in my heart DayumThoseLegs: I love you DayumThoseLegs: I’ll never throw you away DayumThoseLegs: I’ll be sticking so close to you it will make YOU want to get rid of me

PancakePrince: … PancakePrince: I love you too PancakePrince: no promises on never wanting to get rid of you PancakePrince: … PancakePrince: …I miss you…

DayumThoseLegs: I miss you too DayumThoseLegs: which reminds me DayumThoseLegs: we’re overdue for a date DayumThoseLegs: it’s been ages since we talked face to face DayumThoseLegs: where would you like to go and when? DayumThoseLegs: it’s your call

PancakePrince: well…

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DayumThoseLegs sent LOOKATHIM. jpg

DayumThoseLegs: lookit my new kid

PancakePrince: I leave you alone for LESS THAN A WEEK PancakePrince: I… am not even surprised anymore.

DayumThoseLegs: GASP DayumThoseLegs: NOT SURPRISED? DayumThoseLegs: HAVE I PERCHANCE LOST MY TOUCH? DayumThoseLegs: CURSES!

PancakePrince: ‘losing your touch’?

DayumThoseLegs: guess the news about having a new member join DayumThoseLegs: having a new target DayumThoseLegs: being threatened with legal action DayumThoseLegs: (we may or may not be sued at the start of next month) DayumThoseLegs: and being stalked by Niijima Makoto DayumThoseLegs: won’t shock you huh?

PancakePrince: WHAT PancakePrince: AKIRA WHAT DID YOU DO PancakePrince: OF COURSE I’LL BE SHOCKED! PancakePrince: SOMEONE THREATENED YOU WITH LEGAL ACTION? PancakePrince: YOU MAY BE SUED? PancakePrince: I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR A LITTLE BIT AND EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT PancakePrince: AMAMIYA-KURUSU AKIRA

DayumThoseLegs: … DayumThoseLegs: woah

PancakePrince: why is Niijima Makoto stalking you?

DayumThoseLegs: she may or may not be suspecting us

PancakePrince: do I need to mobilize? PancakePrince: drive some Shujin kids into berserk rage to distract her? PancakePrince: drive HER into berserk rage to distract her? PancakePrince: also. PancakePrince: WHO is threatening you with legal action? I need a NAME.

DayumThoseLegs: WOAH DayumThoseLegs: Goro slow down DayumThoseLegs: holy fuck what I wouldn’t give to have you in front of me so that I can kiss you senseless DayumThoseLegs: but I’ll have to deal with just blowing you-

PancakePrince: AKIRA

DayumThoseLegs: -kisses across the chat ;3 DayumThoseLegs: my, what did you think I was going to do, detective? DayumThoseLegs: were you thinking Naughty Thoughts? ;3 DayumThoseLegs: do you want me to send you nudes? DayumThoseLegs: just say the word~

PancakePrince: NO

DayumThoseLegs: I can FEEL your blush

DayumThoseLegs sent youmissthoselegsdontyou. jpg

PancakePrince: SJKDHAKJSDHKAJSHDASGHDAJS

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DayumThoseLegs: I don’t get how the public thinks you’re some pure prince. DayumThoseLegs: I would have never thought you’d be bold enough to whisk me into a corner in a TV STATION DayumThoseLegs: to have your wicked way with me D:

PancakePrince: I have no idea what you’re talking about. PancakePrince: are you trying to besmirch my good name? PancakePrince: I’ll have you know I’m a perfect gentleman!

DayumThoseLegs: tell that to my sore neck littered with hickies

PancakePrince: you should cover those up then. PancakePrince: don’t want people staring ^^

DayumThoseLegs: it’s already too late DayumThoseLegs: my kids saw them DayumThoseLegs: you better sleep with an eye open from now on

PancakePrince: oh? How bold… wicked thieves plotting to break and enter into a humble detective’s home to torment him…

DayumThoseLegs: HUMBLE DayumThoseLegs: sheesh DayumThoseLegs: they all heard what you said about the phantom thieves… DayumThoseLegs: did you have to do that? T^T

PancakePrince: who ate the last pancake again?

DayumThoseLegs: okay FINE!

PancakePrince: you mentioned once seducing me with your coffee? PancakePrince: I think I’ll take you up on that offer.

DayumThoseLegs: holy fuck DayumThoseLegs: Akechi Goro you devious asshole DayumThoseLegs: are you manipulating your way to coffee on my expense?

PancakePrince: AM I?

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DayumThoseLegs: hey hon DayumThoseLegs: can I seduce my way into your work cabinet?

PancakePrince: no.

DayumThoseLegs: but HONEY

PancakePrince: WHY do you want to seduce your way into my work? PancakePrince: WHY do you HAVE to ASK ME ABOUT IT? PancakePrince: you and I both know you’d seduce your way in either way, so why ask? PancakePrince: don’t tell me… PancakePrince: it’s PT business, isn’t it?

DayumThoseLegs: I seem to be an appealing blackmail target

PancakePrince: you got blackmailed?! By who?

DayumThoseLegs: by none other than our dear student council president

PancakePrince: NIIJIMA MAKOTO BLACKMAILED YOU? PancakePrince: HOW did that happen? PancakePrince: (oh where are you Sae?)

DayumThoseLegs: now DayumThoseLegs: takes off shirt DayumThoseLegs: how many more articles of clothing do I have to take off before you tell me who the guy controlling shibuya and blackmailing high school students is?

PancakePrince: I don’t know. PancakePrince: I don’t think I should get you involved…

DayumThoseLegs: unbuttons pants

DayumThoseLegs sent imreadywillingandable. jpg

DayumThoseLegs: next the zipper goes down

PancakePrince: … PancakePrince: I think… PancakePrince: I think I can be persuaded. PancakePrince: go on.

DayumThoseLegs: my DayumThoseLegs: aren’t we hot and bothered today DayumThoseLegs: unzips pants

DayumThoseLegs sent icancontinueuntilyoucrack. jpg

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DayumThoseLegs: remember when I told you that I seem to be an appealing blackmail target?

PancakePrince: and then you proceeded to give me a strip tease by way of pictures. PancakePrince: of course I remember. PancakePrince: don’t tell me that you got blackmailed again…

DayumThoseLegs: well… DayumThoseLegs: when you put it that way… DayumThoseLegs: then I don’t think I have news to tell you sorry hon

PancakePrince: W PancakePrince: H PancakePrince: O PancakePrince: G PancakePrince: I PancakePrince: V PancakePrince: E PancakePrince: M PancakePrince: E PancakePrince: A PancakePrince: N PancakePrince: A PancakePrince: M PancakePrince: E

DayumThoseLegs: you’re totally pissed off right now… DayumThoseLegs: is it even safe to tell you now?

PancakePrince: the power of Loki’s berserk spell courses through me PancakePrince: it’s. just. A. name. tell. M. E.

DayumThoseLegs: uhhh DayumThoseLegs: Kaneshiro

PancakePrince: ‘kay thanks

DayumThoseLegs: Goro? DayumThoseLegs: Goooorroooooo? DayumThoseLegs: honey? DayumThoseLegs: fuck. DayumThoseLegs: me. DayumThoseLegs: shit! DayumThoseLegs: Goro no don’t put murder on your record you have a whole life ahead of you D:

PancakePrince: :)

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DayumThoseLegs: one thing I’m absolutely glad for DayumThoseLegs: is that we were done with Kaneshiro quickly DayumThoseLegs: I don’t want to think what would have happened had we delayed…

PancakePrince: :(

DayumThoseLegs: don’t give me that face DayumThoseLegs: it was for your own good! DayumThoseLegs: can you imagine what would have happened to you if I let you go kill Kaneshiro?! DayumThoseLegs: I can’t let my bf ruin his life for just a lil’ tiny hitch I can take care of

PancakePrince: LIL’ PancakePrince: TINY PancakePrince: HITCH? PancakePrince: BITCH WHERE? PancakePrince: YOU GOT YOURSELF BLACKMAILED BY A MAFIOSO! PancakePrince: WHO KNOWS WHAT THINGS HE WOULD HAVE DONE TO YOU! PancakePrince: what type of decent boyfriend would I be if I didn’t threaten to murder the ones who harm you?

DayumThoseLegs: one with SELF-PRESERVATION INSTINCTS

PancakePrince: AHAHAHAHAHAHA PancakePrince: SELF-PRESERVATION? PancakePrince: WHAT’S THAT?

DayumThoseLegs: sweetheart DayumThoseLegs: honeybun DayumThoseLegs: light of my life DayumThoseLegs: my heart and soul DayumThoseLegs: please DayumThoseLegs: please don’t

PancakePrince: … PancakePrince: alright…

DayumThoseLegs: I love you Goro you know that right?

PancakePrince: … PancakePrince: I DO PancakePrince: I KNOW that I swear PancakePrince: and… PancakePrince: I wonder… PancakePrince: you know that I love you too, right?

DayumThoseLegs: I… I do

PancakePrince sent icantbelieveimdoingthis. jpg

PancakePrince: alright. I’m indulging in some silliness don’t you dare not respond properly

DayumThoseLegs sent youresopreciousyouknowthat. jpg

DayumThoseLegs: to think I’d live to see the day you’d send me a picture of you doing half a heart with your hand DayumThoseLegs: for me to complete it DayumThoseLegs: there is hope for you yet :D

PancakePrince: noooooooo

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PancakePrince: HOW do you do it? PancakePrince: HOW do you keep getting into such situations?! PancakePrince: you’re probably not responding to your phone because you’re out for the fireworks festival PancakePrince: but please in the name of all that is holy PancakePrince: and not holy PancakePrince: please pick up your phone and see my messages because god knows I won’t be able to call you right now PancakePrince: holy shit Akira the hacktivist group Medjed just issued a challenge to the Phantom Thieves PancakePrince: WHAT are you going to do?

DayumThoseLegs: bless you babe DayumThoseLegs: as to what I’m going to do DayumThoseLegs: well… DayumThoseLegs: I still need to figure that one out

PancakePrince: I wish I could reach through the screen and strangle you PancakePrince: except I don’t want my appearance to get disheveled PancakePrince: I have a TV interview in a few

DayumThoseLegs: have fun babe

PancakePrince: oh I’m definitely going to have fun PancakePrince: by roasting you on TV PancakePrince: I hope you like my interview ^^

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End part 2

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[zillanewt]

What’s In Your Head?

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five

summary: So, the year is 1999. Eddie is 23 years old, telepathic, and lives with his childhood best friend, Bill, in Portland, Maine. He meets a young musician with a knack for speed named Richie at a bar. Based off @trashmouthloser‘s mutant!loser club headcanons!!

pairing: reddie

words: 2.6K

warnings: implied homophobia (?), implied sexual content, Mrs. K being manipulative in general

A/N: I’m very tired as I post this, so I only have two things to say. 1) I hate Sonia Kaspbrak with every bone in my body. 2) I feel as if we don’t expand enough on how her relationship with Eddie is literally built on emotional abuse. Thank you to everybody who read, liked, and reblogged!! I really didn’t expect this fic to take off like it did. It kinda was just a self-indulgent piece of drivel for me, so I’m excited y’all enjoyed it!!! Please message me if you would like to be added to the the taglist!

Much to Mrs. Kaspbrak’s frustration, it has been five years since Eddie has been back to Derry. Every time she urges him to come visit or come home for the holidays, he bickers with her until she relents and travels to Portland instead. Despite Bill’s usually patient and courteous demeanor, having Mrs. Kaspbrak in their apartment was always a test of Eddie and Bill’s friendship, because one of them would be trying to kill the other by the end of it.

But this year was different because this was the year Eddie’s mom slipped in the shower and threw out her back. It was no surprise to Eddie, as his mother was aging rapidly.

Thankfully, one of Eddie’s aunts found her before too much harm could be done, but Mrs. Kaspbrak stayed in her armchair all day now, refusing to leave the house. Now, Eddie would have to travel to Derry for Thanksgiving, instead of spending it with Richie and their friends.

He supposes he could always invite Richie to come along, but he didn’t want Richie to see where he grew up. He didn’t want to slip up and reveal the old Eddie - a mama’s boy and a sissy - to his boyfriend. Furthermore, he knew his mother passive aggressive homophobic comments would be seriously discouraging for Richie. Eddie was used to it because it was her nature. Even though she knew Eddie was gay, he felt as if she’d never truly accepted it deep down.

That’s just the way it was with Mrs. Kaspbrak.

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During an evening with Richie at his apartment, Eddie decided to break the news. Gratefully, Stan was out drinking with Bill as they usually do on Friday nights (which Eddie needs to ask Bill about eventually). Richie had fallen asleep during the second half of Clueless, and Eddie found his tiny snores adorable despite always telling him they’re annoying. Securely, Eddie was in Richie’s lap, pressing his back close to the other’s chest. He lightly kicked at Richie’s socked feet with his own, trying to stir him from sleep.

In response, Richie groaned and softly swatted at Eddie’s bare thigh.

“Stooop,” he moaned, resting his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck. His further protests were muffled.

“No,” Eddie said curtly. “We gotta talk.”

Lazily, Richie opened his eyes. He was wearing his glasses tonight because he lost his contacts. They magnified his dark brown eyes to a comical level.

“Can’t we do this later?” Richie drawled, tightening his arms around Eddie’s waist.

Eddie rolled his eyes but then decided there was no time like the present to just come out and say it.

“I’m going back home for Thanksgiving,” Eddie sighed, and as soon as the words left his mouth, Richie sat up straight and looked at him with wide eyes and knitted eyebrows.

“Oh.” He sounded dejected, and it shot straight through his heart. “I just thought we were spending Thanksgiving together.”

Quietly, Eddie replied, “we still can.”

It took a minute for the confusion to dissipate from Richie’s face, as he realized what Eddie was really saying.

“Are you sure?” Richie questioned. “What if your mom doesn’t like me?”

“My mom doesn’t like anybody,” Eddie deadpanned.

Richie pursed his lips and looked as though he was in deep thought for a minute, which Eddie took the opportunity to explore.

“What if she hates me?” Richie thought. “What if she knows I’m not good enough for Eddie?”

Eddie threw a side-eyed glance at Richie and pulled his face into a grimace. He couldn’t believe Richie would even think he’s not good enough, and he voices such.

“You are good enough,” Eddie chastises, smacking Richie’s shoulder. “Besides, it’s my job to overthink and worry about my mom’s opinion, not yours.”

Richie still shows uncertainty on his face. He has heard nightmarish stories about Mrs. Kaspbrak from both Eddie and Bill. His knowledge of her extended to the fact she manipulated Eddie into believing he was frail and delicate when Richie knows Eddie is anything but. Of course, Eddie had his insecurities, but he showed unparalleled amounts of strength by continually putting up with everyone’s bullshit and helping his friends. He also had the faint idea Eddie’s mom wasn’t very thrilled with the fact her son was gay.

“Well, tough shit,” Richie thought. “He deserves to be himself without fear.”

Truthfully, Richie only wanted to be with Eddie for the holidays, despite his fearful mother.

In response to Eddie’s proposition, Richie grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly, then agreed.

“Because, fuck what Mrs. K thinks,” Richie decided.

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Though both Bill and Stan were excited to have the apartments to themselves, Bill was still slightly concerned. The morning they planned to leave for Derry, Bill pulled Richie aside as Eddie was putting their bags into the bed of Richie’s El Camino.

“I al-almost feel l-like I’m s-sending you off to w-war,” Bill whispers solemnly. “P-please don’t let Mrs. Kaspbrak’s behavior affect your relationship with Eddie. It would d-devastate him.”

Richie grimaces and tries to interrupt when Bill shuts him down.

“I-I’d be lying t-to you if I said Eddie’s m-mom isn’t a bad person,” Bill admits, but then thinks better of it. “Don’t tell E-Eddie I s-said that.”

He continues, “she will say just about anything to maintain control over Eddie, which includes tearing other people down. She’s most definitely going to be nasty to you while you’re there, but try not to let it get to you. I don’t like Mrs. K, but I put up with her for Eddie’s sake.”

The only thing Richie could do was purse his lips and nod because for once, he was at a loss for words. Maybe just like Richie didn’t want to be alone, Eddie didn’t want to be alone with his mother in his childhood home.

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Not much about Derry changed since he moved, Eddie noticed. A few years ago, they installed a mall downtown and demolished a few factories as well, but it was pretty much the same as it had been in high school. He could see there were still hateful things graffitied on Kissing Bridge, but he assumed Derry teenagers never stopped being assholes.

They drove past the Barrens, and Eddie remembered the first time he admitted he was gay to Bill. His best friend just held him while he cried and shook on the dirt ground.

When they pulled up to Eddie’s childhood home, all the memories began flooding back - the endless nights of bickering in high school, the scheduled medications, the inhaler he never truly needed, all of it.

Richie could apparently see Eddie was troubled from the look on his face, so he reached towards Eddie’s hands which were twitching in his lap. He grabbed one and intertwined their fingers, giving Eddie the same reassuring smile Eddie has given him a million times.

Eddie responded in kind, feeling brave enough to step out of the car instead of telling Richie to hit the gas and haul ass elsewhere. As they begun to unload their bags from the bed, one of Eddie’s aunts stepped out of the house, glared at Richie, then called “Sonia!” from the front door.

Bill and Eddie always said Eddie’s mom was hefty, but Richie never thought she would be well past obese. She stood in the doorway in a pink floral nightgown with stray curlers in her hair, watching them through large frames on her face.

Though the nasty look Eddie’s mom made Richie want to piss himself out of fear, he pulled his lips into a wide grin for Eddie. He’s had plenty of experience with partner’s parents who hated him, so this shouldn’t be different.

Right?

Wrong.

Richie swallows the lump in his throat as he mentally realizes this thing with Eddie was getting pretty serious and it wasn’t just fooling around for either of them. And nobody, not even Sonia Kaspbrak, was going to ruin this for him.  

Suddenly, they’re standing on the porch with the beast standing right in front of them. Her gaze turns from Richie to Eddie and softened, immediately pulling her son into a bear hug.

“Oh I missed you, Eddie bear!” she exclaimed, pressing him to her breast. Richie faintly wondered if his boyfriend even could breathe.

“Eddie bear,” Richie muttered endearingly under his breath. “That’s cute.”

Neither of the other two heard it but instead continued their interaction.

“Hi, Mommy,” Eddie muffled, still pressed to Sonia’s chest. He managed to break free of her grip and gesture to Richie, which the other boy really wishes he hadn’t because soon, Sonia’s hawk-like stare was on him again.

“Ma, this is Richie! My boyfriend!” Eddie said with so much pride. The glimmer in his eye made Richie feel as if Eddie thought he hung the stars himself.

The moment was soon ruined by Mrs. Kaspbrak’s unhappy grunt, which she made no effort to hide. Richie wasn’t welcome. She didn’t want Richie there and never would. But, Richie didn’t give a shit. She was just going to have put up with him because Richie was seriously falling in love with Eddie.

Though he was used to running, he would stand his ground this time for Eddie.

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After Eddie’s mom invited them inside and Richie was introduced to Eddie’s aunts (who were slightly nicer compared to their sister), they traveled upstairs to settled in. Mrs. Kaspbrak insisted Richie stay in the guest room, but when he took Eddie’s bags to his old room, he noticed the bed was definitely big enough for the two of them.

When he mentioned it to Eddie, the other man, still unpacking, only deadpanned, “She doesn’t want us bumping uglies under her roof.”

Richie almost choked on his own spit.

“I wish we were bumping uglies in general!” he recovered, trying to seem flirtatious and not desperate, even though he was pretty desperate.

They had been together for three months, and while they did other things, they hadn’t had actual sex. Richie was practicing nothing but patience because he’d probably castrate himself if Eddie asked. He just wanted Eddie to feel comfortable and safe, so they went at Eddie’s pace, though Richie’s nature was to go fast.

Literally.

Eddie rolled into his eyes, but played into Richie’s game. “Maybe if you’re a good boy,” he teased.

Richie raised an eyebrow and drawled, “What are you talking about, Eds? I’m always the best boy.”

Before Eddie could say anything, Richie was behind him with his hands on his waist, placing lingering kisses on his neck. He took much satisfaction in the way Eddie’s neck instantly flushed, soon reaching the tips of his ears.

“S-stop,” Eddie gasped. “We can’t do this right now.”

Richie eyes lit up like Christmas lights as he asked, “later?”

When Eddie furiously nodded, Richie felt as if his heart was about to burst from his chest.

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Later that evening, they joined Eddie’s mother and aunts for dinner, much to Richie’s discomfort. They spent most of the night gossiping about their acquaintances, but they still managed to find time between nasty rumors to interrogate Richie.

“So,” Eddie’s aunt started, “what do you do, Richie?”

Mrs. Kaspbrak’s eyes quickly went from her sister to her son’s boyfriend, as she waited expectantly for the answer. Eddie would later tell Richie she was thinking “I’m sure he doesn’t have one.”

“I’m a musician,” Richie said nervously, reaching for Eddie’s hand under the table for support.

Eddie’s mom scoffed, turning back to annoyingly push her mashed potatoes around on her plate. His aunts only giggled, throwing disbelieving looks to both Sonia and Richie.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind Eddie being gay if he could ever find a man worthwhile,” she said bluntly, glaring at Richie. Then she turned to Eddie, “Why do you hate me, Eddie? You must hate me because you keep bringing home losers solely to disappoint me.”

There was no answer to that question. Eddie knew what game his mother was playing. She would try to invoke guilt from Eddie, even when Eddie did absolutely nothing wrong. Though Eddie thought he was immune to it by now, it still got to him deep down.

“It’s your own damn fault you’re disappointed, Ma,” Eddie deadpanned. “I did nothing wrong.”

She looked taken aback and embarrassed her son was talking back to her in front of her sisters. Her eyes narrowed into slits, as her gaze was still trained on an apathetic Eddie.

“You got really mouthy after high school,” she hissed. “Whatever happened to ‘Yes, mommy. Whatever you say, Mommy’?”

A long sigh escaped from Eddie’s lips. He really didn’t want to do this right now in front of Richie. Arguing with his mom wasn’t a new concept to him, so he grew tired of it quickly. It wasn’t exhilarating as it was when he was rebelling against his mother’s word. It was simply plain exhausting because Sonia Kaspbrak was the most stubborn person on the planet.

“Please just let me eat my dinner,” he snapped at her, refusing to look at anybody at the table, including Richie.

After showing plenty of disdain on her face, Mrs. Kaspbrak decided to let it go for now and return her attention to her sisters.

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When dishes were done, Eddie stormed upstairs with a meek and unusually quiet Richie following behind. The door closed behind them with a slam, as Eddie flopped face first into the bed and screamed into a pillow. Worriedly, Richie sat down next to him on the bed, rubbing between his shoulder blades.

Eddie’s turned his head to face Richie, tightly clutching the pillow in both hands while small tears formed in his eyes. As soon as he noticed them, he hurriedly wiped them away, hoping Richie wouldn’t see.

“I’m so fucking sorry you had to see that,” Eddie groans, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. “I’m sorry she called you a loser.”

Richie just shrugged it off, lying down next to Eddie so they were facing each other. “Nothing I haven’t been called before.”

“But that doesn’t make it ok,” Eddie whispered, feeling his energy slipping from him.

“No, it doesn’t,” Richie replies, “but I can take it with a grain of salt because I get the feeling your mom is an unreasonably petty and vindictive person.”

“Yeah,” Eddie rasped, “she is.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Richie can see the cogs in Eddie’s head turning as he considers his entire relationship with his mother. His face quickly pulls into a grimace, and he chokes out a silent sob, feeling those tears coming back up.

“She always does that,” Eddie said solemnly in between sobs. “She always tries to make me feel guilty, so I’ll do what she wants. Ever since I was a kid, she has been playing mind games with me, and I thought I grew out of being so susceptible to her bullshit, but it still hurts. It hurts to feel like I have no control because of my mother.”

The other man wrapped his arms around Eddie, holding him as he cried. For once, Richie was unsure of what to say. He just knew he didn’t want to let Eddie go because he felt like if he did, he’d be relinquishing him to Sonia.

Eddie sniffled and pulled himself together, wiping away the tears with his sleeve. Though he didn’t want to, he pulled away from Richie’s hold. He looked his boyfriend in the eye, and Richie hated the sad glimmer in those big brown eyes.

“If you want to break up with me, I’ll understand,” Eddie said meekly.

After waiting what felt like a century, Richie just looked at Eddie like he said “2+2=5.”

“Are you stupid?” Richie laughed. “I wouldn’t leave you even if your mom beat me with a frying pan. We’re in this together. Sadly, you’re stuck with me, Kaspbrak.”

In response, Eddie’s eyes lit up immediately and he giggled, throwing himself into Richie’s arms.

This time, Richie wasn’t going to let go for the entire world.

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[zachwinthrop]

@lusterluxe

        the femme fatale had been seduced, floating into an immaculate dream. wandering bodies enswathed in opulent fabric ringed around them with their chalices overflowing with sapid liquor – all incited by I R A S C I B L E carnality. her mouth – watering curves synchronized with the winsome melody, the tips of her fingers tracing the length of fingers and encircling his wrists as he held her. she could finally exhale, luxuriating in what appeared to be kismet. she’d forgotten what it felt like – to be entwined between his sinewy arms because he C R A V E D her & not because he forlorn and inconsolable. the fragrance saturated in the threads of his balmain coat drowned her and she was imbued. everyone had their vices; some with a delectable appetite for opiates, intoxicants, or wealth. was it possible to be addicted to a person?         a fraction of her cerebrum pleaded for her to distinguish that this wasn’t R E A L & it wasn’t the dream she’d surmised, rather it was a nightmare that was slowly executing her. there was someone who worshiped the pavement her jimmy choos stumbled upon. he wasn’t self – indulgent and cancerous. he loved her with every spore of his body. the most somber part – he didn’t exist to her; not N O W and now that zach had hemorrhaged back into her system, she couldn’t stop the bleed and she didn’t want to. as his fingers pressed into her velvet skin, an ethereal moan poured from between her lips. it was incredible, his pull & how he enkindle the avidity within her without R E A L L Y touching her, not in the ways they both desired at least.          as the music faded, melding into another, alex opened her lustered eyes, whirling into his chest with his thickset digits brained through lustrous tresses. she nearly lost it, her composure, her reticent façade – but she C O U L D N ‘ T, she wouldn’t fall for his gambit and allow him the control he desired. ochre hues scoured his, the very ones that blighted her time and time again; punctured her spirit and left her dead, fetid inside that nothing could conceal or repair. if only she could forget, erase those memories but the inbred now and they’d never get a do – over and certainly no happy fucking ending. she smiled, a delicate smile gracing her sculpted pout as he attempted to swoon her. this isn’t real. this isn’t R E A L. ❝ let’s see how the night goes, ❞ she cooed, her hands smoothing over the luxe material of his suit. ❝ i can’t make any promises, however, but that should be no surprise to you. i’ve been told i have commitment issues. ❞ she nudged him backward softly, swelling the space between them as she turned on her four – inch heels. ❝ although, my answer may change with another shot. ❞          she lied. alex nodded toward the bar, her long stems carrying her languidly from the dance floor. never had she felt so D A Z E D. zach wasn’t capable of change. he could change the color of his hair, the clothing that adorned his body, and deplete his inner circle – but deep down, he was just as fucked as she was and yet, she was stillinfatuated with him. there was something out of order and askew & she felt it. the petite sovereign curved her ill – fated figure over the bar, simpering as he chased her every move. he reached into his pockets, retrieving an illumined phone and placed it between them. she was immersed in him, the way his lips moved as he spoke and imagined all the places on her body he used to caress with them. she nearly missed the consolidated text that crawled across the screen. where are you babe? i miss you. should i go back to the house? xx          her teeth grated together, her scorching fingers stretching to collect it in her tiny hand to thrust it down the back of his throat. she hesitated, hindered by the presentation of another shot of tequila. she couldn’t see A N Y T H I N G – the lights were on, but alex certainly wasn’t home. she reached for the glass, pressed it her lips and swallowed hard. ❝ on second thought. i have a better idea, ❞ she breathed, melting her silhouette against his. her hand travelled the length of his neck, honeyed halos softening as she careened her pool of curls to the side, ❝ can we get out of here? take me somewhere. anywhere you want … to do … whatever … ❞

         a curt laugh slides from his lips. he trails behind her as though bound by C H A I N S. a strobe light dazzles him and he has a fleeting moment of sobriety – he remembers his girlfriend. sweet, h a r m l e s s faith who he was so sure loved him. he knew she feared telling him as much; she was petrified of rejection, didn’t want to swallow it in case the taste was too rotten to digest. and it would be. it would be bitter, acidic, and it would putrefy her inside out. but he could see it when she looked at him. a hot swill of adoration discolored by disquietude; paling the brilliant blue of her eyes to sullied bathwater. alexandra’s spine domes inward as she curls over the bar and he forgets faith’s face. struggles to recall her name.          the bartender rushes to him at the upward tilt of two forefingers. zach mindlessly places his phone on the counter as he leans in to order, and moments later the pairing are presented with a further two shots of tequila. she swallows hers before he has time to think – looks up at him, dusk-colored lashes F A N N I N G her eyes. something blooms in his chest. he is too drunk to know whether it is a rose or a tangle of thorns. she snakes heady extremities around the back of his neck, pours the weight of her sylphlike chassis onto him, and he doesn’t even have to hear her question to know that there isn’t a THING in the world she could ask of him that he would refuse. ❝ you ask, i deliver, ❞  he murmurs, guiding her with a hand on her lower back to the exit.          he hails a cab, unwilling to use his own driver in case word got back around to faith, or ryan, or amanda. or anyone else who’s minds would positively burst into flames if they were asked to even imagine a reunion between the two of them. but, to zach, this was plain and simple. he wanted her, no, he was sure he needed her. he needed her to feel closure, to feel alive, to feel like his years of emptiness had been worth it – he needed her just because he fucking N E E D E D her. he was sure he always would. the music from the cab’s speakers swells around them almost delicately. he pulls her in with one arm, the other sliding up her exposed thigh, his mouth pressed to her ear. ❝ i think you know as well as i do we shouldn’t be doing this,❞ he slurs softly. but it isn’t a withdrawal, or an unwillingness to commit. it’s a blasé statement. a declaration of what they have always known: they are wrong together. but it was also a declaration of what he was sure they mutually felt: who fucking cares?

[alexandraburton-x]

@zachwinthrop       it was quite fitting that their reunion after years apart occurred at a time when both of them were inebriated. his mind was muddy with liquor, and should it not have been, perhaps he would have approached her in the wrong way. tried to break open her chest and deposit a piece of himself there – do something idiotic like tell her ‘i’m not sure i ever stopped loving you‘ or perhaps ‘i have a girlfriend now but you’ve still crossed my mind every single day since i last saw you.‘ this was better. much better, much safer, much more n o t h i n g. he trails in her wake, eyes falling over the lights cutting guillotines across her sumptuous frame. every nerve in his body was E L E C T R I C. for a moment, he thought to himself, i’ve never wanted something this badly before, but then again he had repressed most of the memories of their former impetuous relationship until they resembled but a dull ache when he recalled them. he realised, watching her slip through the crowd, that what he was feeling was A L I V E.        their fingers weave together. she turns her chin to him, curls falling over her bare shoulder, honeycomb eyes but grazing his. no… what he was feeling was happiness. pure, unadulterated H A P P I N E S S. he suddenly felt the need to sink his teeth into it. suck the life out of it. she curves the length of her body into his and his hands find the swell of her hips. his throat feels hot. they move with one another like an orchestrated venereal sequence – they’d not rehearsed the steps in years but theyglissade through the movements with naturalistic ease. it was in their blood to know one another.        his thumb taunts the hilt of her hipbone where he had formally seen ( only once, but the image had permanently branded the backs of his eyelids ) his initials woven into her skin in obsidian script. he applied small pressure – perhaps if he pushed H A R D enough he’d feel the outline of his very real mark on her. he had feared many a time that she may have covered it, removed it; but a perennial whisper had always been rooted in the back of his mind to assure him she hadn’t. he had always needed to believe she hadn’t.        the song draws to a close. he spins her by the waist to face him and slides a hand up the lineament of her figure until his fingers are twisted in the mahogany curls at the nape of her neck. he felt a forest fire burning in his chest. he had been looking for something to make him feel like she did since the moment she walked out on him, andNOTHING had ever smoothed over the craving. nothing did it for him like she did. ❝ if one song’s as long as i can have you, how long will you take me? ❞

        the femme fatale had been seduced, floating into an immaculate dream. wandering bodies enswathed in opulent fabric ringed around them with their chalices overflowing with sapid liquor – all incited by I R A S C I B L E carnality. her mouth – watering curves synchronized with the winsome melody, the tips of her fingers tracing the length of his digits and encircling his wrists as he held her. she could finally exhale, luxuriating in what appeared to be kismet. she’d forgotten what it felt like – to be entwined between his sinewy arms because he C R A V E D her & not because he was forlorn and inconsolable. the fragrance saturated in the threads of his balmain coat drowned her and she was imbued. everyone had their vices; some with a delectable appetite for opiates, intoxicants, or wealth. was it possible to be addicted to a person?         a fraction of her cerebrum pleaded for her to distinguish that this wasn’t R E A L & it wasn’t the dream she’d surmised, rather it was a nightmare that was slowly executing her. there was someone who worshiped the pavement her jimmy choos stumbled upon. he wasn’t self – indulgent and cancerous. he loved her with every spore of his body. the most somber part – he didn’t exist to her; not N O W and now that zach had hemorrhaged back into her system, she couldn’t stop the bleed and she didn’t want to. as his fingers pressed into her velvet skin, an ethereal moan poured from between her lips. it was incredible, his pull & how he enkindle the avidity within her without R E A L L Y touching her, not in the ways they both desired at least.          as the music faded, melding into another, alex opened her lustered eyes, whirling into his chest with his thickset digits braided through lustrous tresses. she nearly lost it, her composure, her reticent façade – but she C O U L D N ‘ T, she wouldn’t fall for his gambit and allow him the control he desired. ochre hues scoured his, the very ones that blighted her time and time again; punctured her spirit and left her dead, fetid inside that nothing could conceal or repair. if only she could forget, erase those memories but they were inbred now and they’d never get a do – over and certainly no happy fucking ending. she smiled, a delicate smile gracing her sculpted pout as he attempted to swoon her. this isn’t real. this isn’t R E A L. ❝ let’s see how the night goes, ❞ she cooed, her hands smoothing over the luxe material of his suit. ❝ i can’t make any promises, however, but that should be no surprise to you. i’ve been told i have commitment issues. ❞ she nudged him backward softly, swelling the space between them as she turned on her four – inch heels. ❝ although, my answer may change with another shot. ❞          she lied. alex nodded toward the bar, her long stems carrying her languidly from the dance floor. never had she felt so D A Z E D. zach wasn’t capable of change. he could change the color of his hair, the clothing that adorned his body, and deplete his inner circle – but deep down, he was just as fucked as she was and yet, she was stillinfatuated with him. there was something out of order and askew & she felt it. the petite sovereign curved her ill – fated figure over the bar, simpering as he chased her every move. he reached into his pockets, retrieving an illumined phone and placed it between them. she was immersed in him, the way his lips moved as he spoke and imagined all the places on her body he used to caress with them. she nearly missed the consolidated text that crawled across the screen. where are you babe? i miss you. should i go back to the house? xx          her teeth grated together, her scorching fingers stretching to collect it in her tiny hand to thrust it down the back of his throat. she hesitated, hindered by the presentation of another shot of tequila. she couldn’t see A N Y T H I N G – the lights were on, but alex certainly wasn’t home. she reached for the glass, pressed it to her lips and swallowed hard. ❝ on second thought. i have a better idea, ❞ she breathed, melting her silhouette against his. her hand travelled the length of his neck, honeyed halos softening as she careened her pool of curls to the side, ❝ can we get out of here? take me somewhere. anywhere you want … to do … whatever … ❞

[zachwinthrop]

@roseblanche-x​

( partie une. )          the ( k i s s ) – he’d meant for it to be a crowning moment, a delicate trinket that symbolized his putative L O V E for her, but it simply wasn’t enough. like trying to ignite an incandescent flame with soused matches, there was n o t h i n g. she wanted to thank him for the intimate recollection of why she needed to abandon their insolent relationship to begin with. zachariah winthrop was not suited for the love she desired; devoid of derision and pride. he just wanted to ( w i n ) and now that he had, what was his prize? he’d only impelled her further away, into an aphotic hollow. if he believed those funereal three years had been empty, he had no idea what he was in for. F R I E N D S ? no, he was a phantom – d e c e a s e d to her. she only hoped for his sake, faith’s ardency could keep him warm in his putrid, brumal grave. 

( partie deux. )           tepid pads planed over the milk of her creamed thighs, ripe petals A R D E N T against the aromatic crook of her neck. alex’s sterling laughter permeated the air, ivory crescents curving around the leather seat as she attempted uphold her composure. ❝ stop, we haven’t been out of the house in days. i don’t need another reason to rush back. i need at least two more glasses of champagne, ❞ she implored, lavishly veiled hues addling softly toward her mesmeric date. asher lolled against the opulent leather of the booth, a lucent, wide – toothed grin stretching across his rugged features. perhaps it was the liquor glittering through her bloodstream, the lozenge that ( f r o t h e d ) inside of her whip – tight stomach, or her fractured, drubbing heart by chance, but asher was I N C R E D I B L E and it had only taken her until this evening to acknowledge. he loved her with everything he had and it was rendered for anyone to see. for that, she cherished him.         ❝ okay, okay. i’ll leave you alone. it’s just that, ❞ he spilled, delivering a tender kiss beneath her ear, ❝ you look ( a m a z i n g ) in that dress. ❞ she twisted her nose softly, inviting her crystalline flute of pink champagne to her greedy pout. she swilled the bubbling elixir, urging her shoulder toward her diamond – adorned ear. ❝ you know what? no more alcohol for you, ❞ she quipped, dislodging the glass of crown and coke from his able hand & placed it before her. asher soughed tacitly, his cimmerian rondures riveting the expanse of the lux saloon. ❝ hey, ❞ he nudged, lurching inward as his arm wilted behind her against the lounge. ❝ isn’t that zach? ❞ for a moment, her heart rippled; an undisciplined response that she P R A Y E D would dispel over time. alexandra peeked from beneath billowing lashes to acknowledge his presence, a cluster of silver and gold flares decorating the ambit as photographers shuffled to secure the ( m o n e y ) shot. he hadn’t arrived alone, a recognizable, lissome blonde dangling from his arm.           she anticipated some sort of throe in her chest, convulsion in her body as he was swathed in affection from another woman right in front of her face, but she was I M P A S S I V E. faith could have him; empty, self – indulgent love wasn’t anything to vaunt. ❝ yeah, it is. ❞ she was curt, opulent sepals pursing together. she was certain they’d made eye contact, but it was blunt and brusque. spitfire had begun to ferment inside of her, ready to flare if he ( t r i e d ) to be slick. alexandra arched her carefully groomed brow, lifting her near empty glass of champagne to him with a sick little smile. ❝ what do you want to do? ❞ asher inquired, sweeping the tips of his fingers atop her shoulder. she could sense his apprehension. he was worried about what zach was capable of, but he had never been acquainted with the R E A L alex. she smirked, slinging back the remnants of her glass. ❝ nothing. nothing at all. we’re friends. ❞

          zach slung yet another glass of champagne to the back of his throat, becoming addled with the frothy ( b u b b l e s ) ascending beyond his logic. low-bass heartbeats thumped throughout the vehicle, causing tremors to rumble right beneath their feet. faith’s laugh chimed in his ears. he turned his chin to her, grinning, a weightlessness floating through his body. he was sure he had gotten everything R I G H T this time. faith wasn’t destined to be in his life forever, they were both more than aware of that, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t retain and relish in her for now. his game plan was simple – wait patiently for alexandra to recognise that whatever asher did for her wasn’t half of what he could do for her – and then it would all work out. he was certain. and if it didn’t he would invoice her his car repair bills.           the couple pulled up outside the apprised cocktail lounge and emerged to a squall of flashing lights, shielding the mouths curling around their names, shouting to look here, smile this way, and do you have any comment on the photos from the bbmas after party? amanda must have tipped them off – there had been solicitude surrounding his name the past two weeks after his great DISAPPEARING act and accounts sighting him drunk and disorderly, or just plain disorderly, in more than one location. faith had followed suit and hastily gone into hiding until his team had reigned him back under their control – their anxieties simmered, but it was known among them, ( although unspoken ), that zach did what he wanted, and it was their job to cover his tracks. but to amanda’s relief he returned as though nothing had happened at all, and she knew better than to grill him. leaking his whereabouts to the press didn’t bother him – in fact, it lulled him into a faux entrapment that his life had settled into a comfortable M E D I A N.            inside, garish lights swathed the surface of his sun-deepened rind until he appeared to be natant in rippling colour. the paparazzi subsided, leaving only the underlying thrum of music and slurs ghosting the rims of cocktail glasses. ❝ i’ll never get tired of having the thing everyone in the room is gawking at on my arm, ❞ faith drawled, redolent syllables pronounced upon the shell of his ear. he tosses an idle smirk over his shoulder. ❝ did you just call me a THING? and also imply that you own me? faith coleman. . . ❞ he mocked, leaning across the bar to open a tab. ❝ people don’t own me, i own everything. ❞ he murmured, emerging his lips upon hers. she perches upon a barstool looking like some perverted fantasy – with her hips stretched like a wooden Christ, lips painted dark as blood and even hair so golden it could have only been the result of some somber presage. he stood at her back, his hand cradling the exposed base of her embowed spine. zach wilts around her, balancing the unopened phial of moët & chandon dom perignon in a greedy palm.           they share the exorbitant elixir between them until the bottle is almost drained and he feels dizzily inebriated – the kind that doesn’t leave his memory with boring holes the next morning – and he had taken a seat at the plush barstool beside her. ❝ i’m drunk, ❞ he garbles merrily, tipping his flute toward her. she raises a sculpted eyebrow. ❝ as am i. are we lowering the cachet of this place? ❞ zach laughs. ❝ obviously not. we’re the coolest people here. ❞ he is jeering, but faith allows her misted gaze to dance over the crowds of people adorning the lounge as if searching for a worthy contender to their ‘coolness’. and then she freezes on the space hanging right above his shoulder. he doesn’t notice.          ❝ zach, i think alex is here. ❞ his heart gyres, but he keeps his eyes steady upon faith’s defined features, hand on her knee. �� yeah? ❞ he goads. he could have laughed aloud. she disappears, positively UNTRACEABLE for three years, and suddenly, she’s everywhere. she’s all over him like some kind of terminal ( r a s h ). not that he particularly minded. perhaps this would be fun, he mused. ❝ that B I T C H, ❞ she seethes, stunning zach for a moment. but then he remembers the lies he had spun her. whoops. ❝ i should go over there and say something. i want to. i want to say something to her, see how brave she is then. ❞ a clean row of ivory sinks into his plush lower lip, biting back a laugh. he takes her chin in his fingers, re-directing her gaze to him. ❝ i promise you i’m telling you this for your own good, ❞ he cautions. ❝ faith, that girl will eat you A L I V E. ❞ faith physically deflates in her seat, a pout protruding her bee-sting lips. ❝ no sulking, ❞ he instructs, standing and holding her hand to guide her. ❝ we can do this the easy way... who knows? maybe you’ll even become friends. ❞ zach grins at her reassuringly, turning on his heel.          and there she f u c k i n g is. clinquant and glowering at him like some kind of scorned norse goddess. he smiles obliviously, ear to diamond-adorned ear. he almost doesn’t see that pathetic excuse of a clone practically clasped around her like she was his life-source at her side. ❝ alexandra! and C O. ❞ zach doesn’t even offer asher a glance – his eyes entirely transfixed on a woman he would never, E V E R, be able to fucking shake. he takes the liberty of seating himself at the private booth, tugging faith’s arm lightly to join him. he wasn’t sure what he was feeling – hysterical, maybe? he was too giddily drunk to care. he was teetering somewhere between outrageously jealous, realising he had no right to be as the FRIENDS proposal was entirely his idea, and amusement in its purest form.          ❝ well isn’t this just a merry fuckin’ coincidence! ❞ he squeezes faith’s thigh encouragingly, then glances to her. she smiles, and then he does too, because she’s fucking gorgeous and all four of them know it. and it was sort of SEXY that she had the confidence to put a brave face on. stupid and asking to be buried six feet beneath alex’s louboutins, but sexy regardless. ❝ hi, ❞ she coos sweetly, curling a possesive claw around zach’s bicep. ❝ you must be alex. i’ve heard plenty about you. i’m faith. coleman. and you..? ❞ she turns to asher, raking honeyed hues over him as painfully slowly as she could manage.