#soft crying.. please...

[spineless-lobster]

Hey so if you guys here any pained animalistic sobs and/or wails don’t mind that it’s only me thinking about the house of hades family portraits

[luciferscowgirl]

Making love to a mic stand in red light makes so much sense…

[iceaxeflynn]

IM SO NORMAL. IM SO NORMAL ABT HIM. I WANT TO GIVE HIM THE BIGGEST SMOOCH EVER

[dazais-guardian-angel]

With today's entry, I was rather surprised and confused that Johnathan seemed to turn around so quickly from the absolute pit of despair he was in yesterday, having newfound determination and energy when he's seemingly been completely hopeless and inactive for weeks now (and for good reason). Not that I ever thought he'd completely given up, but there's definitely been a slow decline in how descriptive his journal entries have been to reflect his declining mental state (more robotic, less of his actual feelings about things), and today was a sharp contrast; it feels more like the early entries again. I thought, well, his mind is probably just so cracked at this point that he's looped all the way back around to being bold and energetic again, because by now he's desperate enough to throw caution to the wind: he either succeeds doing something extremely reckless to escape, or he fails and meets his end in a far better way than if he just waits for his fate by Dracula's hands.

...But having thought about it and reading other posts, I realized (probably stupidly obvious as it is) that his sudden change in mood probably has to do with what happened to the baby. Despite how scared he's been all this time, yesterday he didn't hesitate for a single second to try to save the baby once he realized from the previous incident what was happening, not thinking about his own life at all. And then he despaired when he couldn't save the child, the first time he's mentioned crying in the book at all, and then he had to witness the mother blaming him for her baby's death, and being killed herself for trying to rescue it. Now, the day after that horrific and heartbreaking failure, he's suddenly more determined than he's been in ages to escape. Maybe that was a turning point for Johnathan, and lit a fire under him... maybe he's clinging to the need to escape not just for himself and the people he loves anymore, but for the vain hope that he can put a stop to Dracula's schemes somehow once he gets out, because he doesn't want to let any more children die :' )

[saltpepperbeard]

The Gentleness of Gentlebeard

[softgothbabe]

This is officially the spiciest thing I've ever posted 🫣

[wexhappyxfew]

"Hello, love! Could you please write from seeking out physical affection”, specifically comparing hand sizes, holding their hands against each other's, and then just holding hands” Could you also add a kiss on the cheek? For Judy and Rosie.

Tarzan and Jane vibes!

P.S Resending this, because I forgot to say that it is for Judy and Rosie 😆

Love you ❤️

AH HELLO!!!!! thank you so so much for sending this in! both you and @archival-hogwash sent in Judy x Rosie for this AND the same prompt so i hope you *both* enjoy this one!!!! i certainly had a GREAT time writing this, as i haven't done judy x rosie in what feels like AGES!!!!! SO!!! this is probably one of my favorite things for judy and rosie because we really get into their connection on multiple levels, along with their emotions and a piece purely focused on them. i would say this is purely self-indulgent on my part haha! so, i truly hope you enjoy! <3 THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN BOTH OF YOU!! :D

know it's you

(a/n): to the judy x rosie girlies, your joy and support and love for this duo has truly transcended, and so this piece is for you! judy rybinski is an OC i hold incredibly near and dear to my heart and it seems she's made quite the impact as well. plus - her and rosie make my heart melt and there's a whole lot of that here. so please, truly, enjoy! :) definitely love the jane/tarzan vibes in the gifs too hehe - that's so them in ways!!! AND -- to the judy anons earlier talking and asking about judy's past, we see a bit of why that is important to her character right here! ps — there’s some intimacy here but nothing super intense past that! just incase there are some not interested parties!

The barracks were much emptier these days - it still housed the Silver Bullets group, but with them 40% down their normal crew, which was now dispersed halfway across continental Europe, with the other 60% obtaining various positions in the air and on base - quiet was the new normal.

It was an off day and Judy hadn't been one to complain - they'd been doing missions and training relentlessly for days and by this point, to say the exhaustion wasn't getting to her would be a whole other level of lying lunacy. She'd had dinner with the rest of the girls - Dougie joining in beside Carrie because ever since they'd seemed to silently make it official between them, they'd been attached at the hip when they didn't have to be apart.

By that point, everyone else had gone out to the flying club, but Judy wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and read the rest of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen - she'd gotten close to the part with the love confession - she could feel it.

Freshly showered, hair nearly dry as it clung to her nightshirt and neck, she sat crossed-legged sideways on her bed, back leaned up against the wall of the barracks, listening to the silent hum of all the bugs outside, the crackle of voices somewhere in the distance and the hum of the lantern light turned on beside her.

If this was peace, she never wanted to let go of it.

It was almost a weird comfort that reminded her of training days - first getting the group of women together when Birdie had called on a crew. Meeting the girls, hanging out late into their off-day nights, talking, hearing peoples' stories and backgrounds and family history. By that point, Judy had taken to wearing her PT shorts to bed with one of the pale wool button-ups that Birdie had requested for the crew. Now, cuddled with her blanket, her button-up and her book, she was as happy as a damn lark. A gentle knock came from the door.

"You in there, Judy?" the voice called through. The corner of Judy's lip drew upwards.

"Who's asking?" She knew. She always did. She grinned wider.

"Who do you think?" the voice called back, a slight chuckle on their lips.

"I don't know…."Judy called back, "kinda hard to distinguish entirely with a wooden door breaking up the noise." She heard the laugh behind the door and couldn't help but take a split-second to brush her lose strands of hair behind her ears and rub a bit underneath her eyes, hoping the dark circles weren't as big as they had been earlier.

"Am I good to come in?"

"All clear." Judy called back. The door slowly pushed open and Judy couldn't help but feel her heart spin a bit out of control at the sight of Rosie Rosenthal stepping inside, crusher cap perched on his head, layered in his A2 and button-up, that look on his face that was a mixture of soft worry and concern all at once.

"Hi." Judy said, watching as he shut the barrack door behind him, waltzing over towards her with that silent look on his face and lips.

"Hey." he said back, pulling over one of the chairs from a table and placing it beside her cot and settling himself into the chair comfortably before leaning forward, "You doing okay? Didn't see you at the officers' club." She could feel the tension in her shoulders slowly unknotting at his worrying question, watching him peel off the A2 and crusher cap; it only took her a matter of seconds to slowly nod, a small smile on her face as she tilted her head.

"Yes," she said quietly, "just didn't feel up for being out tonight, I'll be honest. What about you though?" Rosie watched her as she let her eyes gently draw over his entire face, taking in each aspect of his eyes, his cheeks, his lips that made her feel all over the place on the inside. He grinned.

"Well, I'm glad you're here then," he said quietly with a nod, "sometimes you need a night away." She grinned. "I was at the officers' club. But, I don't know….didn't feel up for being out tonight. Wanted to come and see what you were up to." Judy let out a laugh and gently closed her book and leaned towards him over her crossed legs with a smile.

"Thanks for joining me then," Judy said, "can't promise to be as much entertainment as Dougie thinking he can dance, but….I can tell some pretty good campfire stories around the potbelly stove, I must admit." Rosie chuckled at her words, before looking up at her with a quiet look on his face, blue eyes watching her intently.

Rosie Rosenthal was like that though - he knew there was more behind it. He always did and with the way his mood had shifted, she knew in an instance that he'd been worrying for her longer than just the past hour when he came to see her. He could be in the flying club with the rest of the crews, drinking, having a grand old time, but instead he was here. With her.

"Just you here?" Rosie asked her, a slight tinge of concern in his voice and Judy nodded.

"It's okay," Judy said, looking down at her nails and picking at the edges of them with a shrug, "the other girls needed a night and I just wasn't feeling it. Didn't want them to miss out though. And sometimes just being here is what I need." Judy nodded towards the four usually empty and fresh-made cots. "Sometimes it's like they're here, ya know?"

They glanced towards the footlockers and cots across from Judy - mainly at the end of what was still Lieutenant Bradshaw's cot. Francis generally didn't allow anyone to touch it, open it, hardly even look at it. She always told people that they were coming back - if there was no word on any of the missing members of Silver Bullets or their bodies - they weren't dead. It'd be there until they got back. And Judy always believed Francis, she always did.

Judy couldn't help but feel her emotions wrangle with her heart as she stared at those four lone footlockers, untouched for months, cots forever-made on that last morning they'd been here.

The chair screeched slightly closer and she felt warmth overwhelm her hands, Rosie's large palms taking her small fists into his own hands, the nerves and tension immediately seeming to dissipate. Looking back towards him, she couldn't help but feel a small smile grow on her face, his face inches from her own.

"They're still out there," Rosie whispered quietly, his thumb running circles underneath the knuckles on her left hand, "I know that." Judy slowly nodded, knowing her words would fail her if she tried to talk. Rosie seemed to catch that in a matter of seconds and let out a deep breath.

"Tell me about what you were reading," he said quietly, nearly therapeutically, "that's a good one."

"You've read it?"

"I have." Rosie said, his voice a soothing sound to her ears, "When you have sisters, they convince you to read books like that." Judy gave him a look and he chuckled. "Didn't complain, I promise." Judy laughed lightly, eyes growing soft at his gaze on her as she smiled lazily.

"Mr. Darcy has just confessed his love for Elizabeth Bennet." Judy said quietly, retracting one of her hands to reach up and brush her fingers past some of his lose curls near his forehead, smiling slightly at the chill racing across his body underneath her touch, the way his eyes shut slightly and a small breath left his lips, "I would say it didn't entirely go as planned, but it has been one of my favorite things to read, I must say."

"You think it's a good book so far?" he asked her quietly, and she nodded, hand continuing to slowly careen back and forth over those few curls on his forehead.

"It blows some other books I've read out of the water." she said and she watched as he grinned, his eyes refusing to leave hers as he continued to watch her, the two of them falling into silence.

Watching each other in this quiet way was far more intimate than anything else she'd experienced in life and she hadn't experienced much. Her hand running through his hair, his hands holding her other, inches from each other's faces. Inches.

They each seemed to linger closer to one another, their eyes holding one another's gazes and she found herself welcoming his touch up onto her neck, the warmth making her whole body feel as if it were on fire.

It was always this.

Never touching this way, but still going to an extent before they'd back away. But now, they were alone and it was a warm, spring night and it was different; she wanted to feel something different than grief and loss.

Feeling his fingers grow up her neck towards her cheeks, her eyes shut at his touch; it was a little crazy to think about how close they were, his touch on her neck and face, breath fanning across her face. Maybe this crush wasn't as stupid as she had thought it to be. She was scared to open her eyes that had since closed and look at him, feeling his continual warm breath inches from her lips.

Kiss me, her voice seemed to whisper inside her head, please kiss me. His thumb brushed her warm cheek and she shivered a bit at the touch.

"You're shaking." Rosie whispered, and she shivered again, her heart racing inside her chest. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't do it.

"You make me nervous." she whispered back, her voice sounding light, almost like she was floating. Slowly, she opened her eyes - he was right there. He was so close, staring at her face like she was staring at something holy. His eyes were beautiful so close to her face, deep and caring and full. She had never been touched by someone like him, cared for, held and loved by.

"May I kiss you?" he whispered, his own voice sounding strained, "Please?"

"Please do." she whispered and it was in what felt like milliseconds where she was engulfed by him. His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her into him, his lips pressing earnestly against her own, her body snaking into his lap on the chair and her hands crawling into his hair and messing up those curls that were so perfectly done day in and day out.

Judy melted into him, his hands going up her back into her neckline, her body hot all over the place it felt as he tugged at her bottom lip, a small sigh escaping as she pressed her lips back to his.

It was such a quick-paced and desperate array of kisses - something she had never even experienced in her life. Rosie made a noise at the back of his throat, which made Judy pull back for a second, almost caught off guard - she'd never done this before, what was she even doing - were her hands in the right place? Could she even kiss well enough for it to be worth it? Did it mean anything? For him? For her? For them?

"Hey, you okay?" managed Rosie, trying to catch his breath, his lips a deep red - she realized she'd been sucking a bit on his bottom lip - his cheeks an equally similar color.

"Yeah, yeah," Judy said, her body clinging onto him with her arms and legs latched around his frame, "fine, this….wow."

Words, Judy, words.

It was so intimate to be so close to his face, almost like it was some secret thing no one had ever gotten the pleasure of doing before. She stared at him and watched as he licked his lips and glanced at her lips.

"Just…." Judy started as he watched her, his hands softly clinging to her back, his fingertips sending sparks along the fabric atop her skin, "I…..I've never been like this with someone."

"Like this?" Rosie whispered back, reaching up a hand to clutch at her cheek, brushing her flaming skin and smiling. Judy nodded.

"This….close." Judy whispered, "But for the first time in my life, I trust someone to be like this with." Rosie stared at her, a tender look on his face.

"I feel safe with you." Judy said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Rosie continued to watch her and then smiled.

"Thank you." he whispered softly back, "I feel safe with you, too." Judy felt her heart skip a beat - multiple beats if anything - and smiled.

Within seconds of such a thing to say, Judy was kissing him, wrapping her body around him, pulling her hands up through his hair, every part of her body feeling her heart continuing to race faster and faster.

There was a deep-seeded need, but gentleness that came with his touch to her lips, the exhaustion of the day ever-present, but the want to feel showing in ways she couldn't quite understand as he deepened the kiss there in front of the fire. He slowly bit at her bottom lip as they parted, the two of them shaking, deep labored breaths escaping their lips as Judy slowly looked upwards towards Rosie, staring at his eyes in the quiet darkness that evaded nearly all the light. Judy's hands slowly moved down from his hair to his olive button-up, her fingertips dancing on the buttons.

"Do it." Rosie whispered, his breathing heavy, "It's yours." Just those words seemed to flip a switch in her head as she slowly, button by button undid both the shirt and him.

As she came to the bottom, his bare chest began to show and she slowly let her hands move towards his shoulders, peeling the fabric from his form, down his arms and to the ground. Her body was on fire, as she looked back up towards him, staring at her with those darkened blue eyes that made her go slightly insane. His hands lingered on her waist, hers on his now bare arms, their bated breath held for a moment as they watched one another.

Every movement made her want more, every look, every touch.

Everything made her live with want. Her hands slowly trailed down to his own hands, which felt like they were equally on fire, and she slowly guided them to the front of her wool button-up.

"Judy…." Rosie whispered. She slowly looked up and met his firm gaze and she sucked in a breath. It was so insanely attractive to her to know he was looking at her like this. She leaned slightly closer, still holding his hands to the buttons and watched his gaze.

"Will you help me?" she whispered.

"Yes." Rosie said, almost without any hesitation and immediately began unbuttoning her top, her heart pounding, the need growing.

As soon as the button on the bottom was undone, the top slid off her shoulders to expose her bare chest - and if she was honest, her rather sorry-excuse of a bra - his lips were pressing on her own and goosebumps danced over her skin at the slightly cool air and his touch. His lips were so gentle and soft, placed there on her own, a distant hunger behind each deepening of touch that made her crave more.

Taking in a shuddering breath, his lips moved to a tender spot on her neck and a small noise in the back of her throat escaped - it was almost so light-hearted as Rosie pulled back and softly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and chuckled that soft, breathy laugh.

"You okay?" he whispered and she looked to him, a smile on her breathless face as she looked at him.

"Yeah," she whispered shakily, "yeah. Wow." Rosie smiled at her through the darkness before slowly leaning forward and bringing her into another kiss, him biting her lip, a groan from the back of his throat and a whimper from her own mouth.

The slight grind of his body against hers was making it much harder to just focus on him and his lips. He was kissing her neck again, his lips exploring the whole of her neck, arching down to her collarbone as her eyes shut and far too many pleasant thoughts entered her brain. She was unbecoming in front of him, as he clung to her in a God-like way.

Slowly, Rosie shifted, clutching her to him and moving her to the cot, the blanket soft on her back as he laid her there and then pressed down onto her, his larger form a comforting weight there on top of her.

God, if someone walked in now, what would she say?

But, it was Rosie.

With Rosie, she was safe.

Rosie sucked on her neck, before pulling back for a second, his entire body shuttering as he looked towards her and then smiled, hovering overtop of her and softly kissing her forehead.

"You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met." he whispered softly, eyes honest, almost like he spoke and got choked up in the middle and recovered.

"Thank you." she whispered back, her own throat choking up as she stared at him, the light from the lantern tickling his features, making his face a honey gold.

No one ever had told her such things, touching her and holding her as gently as he had, caring for her like he did. Rosie smiled and then Judy followed, a giggle along with it. Then, they were kissing, their bodies pressed against each other again.

At some point, his lips were on her collarbone and her lips had traversed his face and neck and then they were curled into each other's bodies, as he traced her bare back with a warm finger and she stared at his soft, cuddly face that she planted a kiss to every so often.

Rosie Rosenthal was shy when he wanted to be, but he was nowhere shy about where he wanted to put his hands and mouth.

But in this moment, quiet and intimate, all she could do was watch him.

"I'll admit, I've never been like this with someone," she whispered quietly as his light finger touch sent chills down her spine, "I'm sorry if my kissing didn't offer much." Rosie watched her and then shook his head with a playful scoff, and continued tracing her back.

"Don't say that," Rosie whispered quietly and then brought his lips to her ear, "your lips were reverent."

Judy could feel her body get hot just at his words and slowly turned to look at him as they lied there under the blanket. Her heart pounded as her cheeks grew hot, staring at his devastatingly handsome face watch her right back, like he could see all of her - which in ways, he definitely could.

She leaned forward and captured his lips again in hers, hungrily deepening the kiss, both their lips red and swollen as she bit down tenderly and a groan filled his mouth. She was sinking underneath him as he deepened the kiss against her lips this time. His warm hands were dancing across her bare-skinned chest and eventually reached the waistline of her shorts.

And the second she felt a finger on her waistline, her entire body grew cold and froze. She stopped kissing him, her lips growing shut, her eyes blasted wide-open and her shoulders immediately tense. Rosie pulled back in an instant, his hands on her cheeks gently, his own eyes open above her, worry pooling in his blue eyes as he looked down.

"You okay, Judy?" he whispered quietly, slightly out of breath, "We can stop." Judy looked at him, her eyes suddenly filling with tears she hadn't quite expected.

She didn't want to cry, why was she crying. No, no, no.

"Oh, hey, hey, c'mere." Judy put a hand over her mouth, Rosie coming off the top of her, reaching over the edge of the bed to grab his collared button-up. As tears grew down her cheeks, Rosie gently guided her arms into the long sleeves of his button-up, pulling it overtop her bare shoulders, before slowly buttoning it up, button by button.

"C'mere, Judy." Rosie whispered quietly, positioning himself sitting up against the pillows on the cot, allowing her to curl into his body, head snuggled against his bare chest, comforted by his presence, the scent of his shirt that always smelled like that pleasant cologne he always wore, and the quietness of the world surrounding them, "You okay, Jude?"

Whenever he kept repeating her name, it always brought her back, it allowed her to ground herself and think and keep her mind clear. Because it usually meant he was trying to get through to her and calm her down. And it always worked.

Judy could feel his hand around her waist, his other hand gently brushing through her hair, over and over in the most soothing manner. A mixture of embarrassment and guilt hit her in that moment curled beside him.

Would he think that he'd done something wrong?

Would he not like her because she couldn't do it?

Whatever it really was?

Would he think she was too inexperienced and naive?

Would he-?

"I'm sorry," she whispered out against his chest, the tears continuing to well in her eyes as she let out a shaky breath, "I just….it's me."

"No, no, it's okay," Rosie whispered quietly above her, gently pressing a kiss to her head - she could hear the smile in his voice, "it's okay." Judy snuggled closer into him and let out another shaky sigh.

"I'm not ready," she whispered through tears, "to do that yet. I'm sorry."

"No, no," Rosie said quietly - quickly, "don't apologize. You don't have to apologize to me, okay? Or…better yet, at all. You're ready when you're ready and if it's not yet, that's okay." Judy slowly peaked up at him, red-rimmed eyes, her nose probably getting drippy, looking far less unpleasant than she had earlier.

"Are you sure?" she asked him quietly and he gave her the sweetest smile she'd ever seen.

"I am." he said quietly, reaching up to brush at some tears on her cheeks, "I just want to be with you, Judy, that's all. In anyway I can." Her heart released the tension it had held for a brief moment and she nodded, a small smile peaking out.

"There's that grin," he whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead this time, "there it is." Judy smiled wider and couldn't help but press closer to him, trying to gain access to every part of him there, curled into him in anyway she could. In a quick second though - she came quickly to the realization of what had just occurred and looked up at him.

Kissing him, kissing Rosie Rosenthal, kissing him the way she had and him kissing her back with just as much desperation as she did to him.

"That was my first kiss." Judy whispered quietly, staring out in front of them, towards where the sun had finally set out that little window, "My first….anything like that."

Maybe Judy should've held off saying that because Rosie froze there beside her, the hand on her hair going still, the hand on her waist tightening. She slowly peaked up at him and saw him watching her, a mixture of worry and concern mixed in his eyes and maybe a slight bit of nervousness that wasn't there before? She sat up a bit, and reached forward with her free hand that wasn't tucked against her body and lightly brushed her fingers against his face, smiling automatically, his own grin growing on his face afterwards.

"I'm…quite honored to be your first, Judy." he said quietly, the nervousness in his voice probably one of the cutest things she'd heard in a while, "Firsts are always special, so…."

"You always make everything special for me, you know that?" she said quietly, tilting her head against him, "That was really special though. Truly." Rosie watched her with that soft grin and she couldn't help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips, the quickness of the familiarity of his lips almost insane to her - that her body could so instantly store in her mind the touch and feel of his lips just like that, his presence, his touch, him. Pulling back slightly, she watched him.

"Even if my first didn't…..go all the way, I guess." she said.

A few years ago, she remembered when all the towns girls would talk about their firsts - she remembered some were even getting married or having their first born! And there'd been Judy, waiting and waiting. Feeling left behind, embarrassed, too quiet not to say anything, too much of an outlier to say that she felt she was behind in the first place.

In her mind, she knew she was being too hard on herself, but it was something about her past few years that did it to her. But Rosie was stopping that and telling her there was no rush - he just wanted to be there. With her. And that was more important than anything.

"It doesn't have to," Rosie said quietly, cupping her cheek and smiling tenderly, "it doesn't need to. It's whatever you want it to be. And to even just….know it's you…." Judy watched him, eyes darting back and forth between his eyes as her cheeks slowly heated, despite the realization she'd been heavily making out with him moments earlier. He'd probably always have that effect on her.

"Know it's me?" she whispered. Rosie smiled, lovingly running his hand back through her hair before coming to dote underneath her chin, raising it up gently and pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Yes." he said quietly.

"What does that mean?" He watched her and grinned again.

"Ask me again in a few months." he whispered back to her, pressing another kiss to her forehead, making her feel all warm and fuzzy. Slowly, he held up his hand and she reached out her own hand to press against his - she giggled.

"Your hand is so big, Rosie, God," she said with a laugh, hearing his chuckle from somewhere above her, "mine is so tiny."

"It's cute." he whispered quietly, clasping his fingers around her hand, holding it there against his chest.

Staring at their intertwined hands against his chest, an aggressive feeling for him suddenly took shape and she realized how quick it was that it was in fact the feeling of genuine love.

Affection.

Adoration.

Love. For someone like him. For every part of him in every way.

Judy looked up at him, meeting his gaze again there in the lantern light and couldn't help it as she leaned towards him and lovingly pressed a kiss to his lips that slowly got deepened and rather emotional and slow and infused with a tenderness that she'd never felt before. It was slow movements, their heads and lips moving in unison, breaking every so often for a collection of air, before connecting again, their noses brushing, bits of laughter escaping every so often. Judy couldn't help but laugh at how ticklish his mustache was against her upper lip. It was all so gentle and peaceful - she had never felt so at peace with someone like this.

"If one of the girls came in now…."Judy whispered, before breaking into a laugh, "I'd probably never live it down." Rosie let out a small chuckle and shook his head against her softly, before pressing another kiss to her lips.

"You're something else, Judy Rybinski," he said quietly, eyes meeting hers again and she couldn't help but swell with emotion, "ever since I met you. Something special."

[tomwambsgans]

tom's expressions as he stares up at greg in the safe room in 2x4

[samijey]

Sami and Jey talk about the events of Elimination Chamber 2023 (Monday Night RAW 06/11/2023)

[ladybugsimblr]

[ Text Messages ]

Lyric: You like??

Quinton: Love the pics (and you!). Still not getting a Simsta account.

L: 😒

L: We’re gonna be the only ones in middle school without one.

Q: That’s terrible!

L: I just want to creatively express myself through self portraits and lookbooks.

Q: 😂 Express yourself down the stairs please. We’re late.

L: Daaaaaaaad!!!!!!!!!

Q: Lyric!!!!!!! Downstairs. And please get your mom too.

L: 😔😭

[navnae]

My favorite thing is Eddie just admiring the way Steve is with kids and he loves the idea that he’ll be just as caring with their own. Watching family movies together, getting cute little clothes, playing in the backyard ect. Eddie never thought that he’d want kids in the future but Steve really made him consider it and he wanted to grow a lovely family with him.

[venusqq]

“no, wait, please, anything but the gnosis”

i am so upset like what the fuck. that was not cool.

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

Friendly reminder that Havers's hand hovered over Cap's even before he yelled at Cartwright to fetch a medic

and that he then grabbed Cap's hand before they had even said a word to each other (except for him yelling "sir, sir!")

I'm fine

[httpiastri]

Paul soft launch coming soon me thinks

aaaAAAA I WOULD BE SO HAPPY !!!! omg literally that would be so so so cute, with him being so active on insta he could make it subtle and-

(also sorry but his pics from that cafe? like this one:

imagine being his gf and soft launching with this😭 the dreams im having about this….)

[kyhgwts]

summary: When you and your roommate Eddie Munson are two completely different people. You think you’ve decided he hates you, until one night you try going to a party. And come to find out, he cares for you a lot more than you thought. (4k)

WARNING: emotional sex, inexperienced reader, sweet dom Eddie, crying (a lot), protective Eddie, sunshine breaks at the end :,), unprotected p in v, it’s kinda angst but not really. (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Eddie) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Grumpy!Eddie x Sunshine!FemReader

When you had been invited to a party, at first you absolutely had no intention of going. But when you heard that a lot of people were going, you thought maybe it could be fun. You smile to yourself in the mirror.

The cute dress you had put on, well cute in your head at least. So when you walked out your room, you weren’t expecting the stare down you got. Eddie standing in the kitchen, sweatpants and no shirt like usual.

‘Where are you going?’ Eddie tries to keep calm, act as though he doesn’t care because, he definitely doesn’t.

‘A party! isn’t this dress so cute!’ you say twirling in it, your smile as bright as your aura.

‘No.’ he says, you give him a look. Because you’re used to him, at first he aggravated you to no end. But now, once you were able to handle him you kinda understood him. Kinda.

‘You definitely think it’s cute’ you say, the harmless teasing you did that made him go insane.

‘I think it’s horrendously insufferable.’ he says not staring at you, making what looks like a pb & j. You huff putting your bag on the counter.

‘you’re insufferable’ you mumble, he stops his movements looking up at you. And he laughed, he actually genuinely laughed.

‘As are you, why are you going to a party anyways? i thought you hated them’ he says turning around to follow your movements, leaning against the counter.

‘Who said that?’ you ask, pulling a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

‘You.’ he said, watching you and your face intensely. You look up at him and shrug.

‘Ok well, that was the old me.’ you protest practically skipping to grab your bag. He rolls his eyes, turning back around to his sandwich.

‘You said that last week.’ he said, annoyed.

‘People can change within a week’ you say matter of factly. He watches as you check the time, the clock on the wall clicking softly.

‘Okay bye!’ you say, Eddie is alarmed and can’t help but to let down his guard and his act.

‘Woah woah woah, who are you going with?’ he asks, you stop looking over at him.

‘Myself? i mean it’s only a few blocks down i can just walk’ you shrug, Eddie is baffled.

‘Absolutely not.’ he says, you frown.

You watch as he walks back to his room and a few moments later, he comes out pulling a shirt over his head.

‘Honestly! i’ll be okay i promise’ you were too happy for his liking.

‘What happens if you get hit by a car? or what happens if someone snatched you up? you have no business walking around at, what is it? 9pm at night with that dress on. No way.’ And for the first time, your stunned by him. And he is stunned by himself too. Because he has never let himself feel so protective over someone, because he doesn’t do emotions.

‘Fine.’ you say, and you looked mad. He thinks it’s the most funniest thing when you’re mad, because you never get mad.

He grabs his keys off the counter opening the door for you and him. When you get to his van, you hop in as does he. And as you had said, the house was not far. When he parked outside it, he sees all the people already filling the house.

The thought of you being alone at a party, with many drunk people made him sick to his stomach. He huffed a breath as you opened the door, he stopped you.

‘Don’t go home with anyone, alright? just when you’re done call me with their house phone or whatever. Ok? promise?’ he asks, he’s shown this side of him only once to you. But it wasn’t as severe, he was basically bubbling in his seat.

‘Promise’ you nod, you looked so happy.

—

It was about 12:30, and Eddie had been up all night. He was not letting himself go to sleep if he still knew you were out. And he hated that he cared so much. Because he was supposed to not like you, your naive and optimistic attitude infuriated him. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel the sort of need to protect you.

The blaring of the house phone made him jump, he gets up from the couch rushing over to it. He picked up the phone, putting it to his left ear.

‘Hello?’ he asked, relief washed over when he heard your voice.

‘Hey ed’s! it’s me, i’m ready to leave’ you say voice loud and clear over the loud background noise. You seemed a little tipsy, but then again this could just be the regular you.

‘Alright, i’ll be over in a few’ he says back, the sound of your friend yelling at you.

‘You know where it is right?’ you ask, he laughs.

‘What makes you think i would leave you somewhere and not memorize it?’ he said, you went silent on the other end.

‘I’ll be there in a minute.’ he says again, you give back an okay and hang up.

—

As promised he was there within no time at all. Parked outside, the house was trashed. He used to do parties all the time, selling weed and what not while he was there. He was surprised people still threw parties at this age, usually it was clubs.

He sees you at the porch, a friend next to you. You say your goodbyes before running off to his van. You open the door and hop in, he watches as you put on your seatbelt and he also watches as you breath in and out.

He is startled when you don’t say a word, he stares at you a little longer before deciding that maybe your just tired. But when you both arrived home, and you still haven’t so much as peeped he knows something is wrong.

So when you both make it back in the house, he follows you into the kitchen. And watches you start to make food, he slowly leans on the counter arms crossed.

‘What’s your deal?’ he asks, you turn to him eyes wide like you’ve been caught with something.

‘What do you mean?’ you ask, he dips his head to the side as if to say ‘are you serious?’.

‘you haven’t spoke one word.’ he says, you shrug turning back to your food.

‘i’m just tired’ you whisper, and he would have just left you alone. But you twist your fingers, a little thing you do when you lie. How did he know this? well that’s a conversation for another time. Doesn’t matter.

‘You’re lying.’ He huffs, and you close your eyes briefly. You hated this, hated when he went all soft on you. Because he was supposed to be moody, and not care about you or your feelings. And sure you were happy and joyful all the time, but he wasn’t and it made it all that much more worse when he was.

You look back up at him, scared to meet his eyes. And when you do you almost fall to the floor, the look in his eyes are so deep. Like he really truly wanted to hear what you had to say. And with that look, you don’t think you’d be able to keep it in anymore. You quickly look away, staring down at your halfway made food. Body freezing, you hated this feeling.

Even though you had cared for other people, and always kept on a happy gaze. You weren’t used to people giving it back, you liked his grumpy self. This side of him made you realize, no one really knows or cares to know that much about you.

Eddie didn’t care that he was letting down his walls, he didn’t care one bit. All he cared about in the moment was you. Because he could tell something was wrong. He pushes himself off the counter walking over to you, and you freeze even more. He turns you to face him, and he sees the water in your eyes and he immediately freaks. He’s never seen you cry, in the 5 months that you have lived together. Not once has he ever seen a tear leave your eyes.

‘Sweetheart…’ he whispers looking into your eyes, you look away shaking your head.

‘Don’t do that’ you mumble, a break in your voice. His face fills with confusion, trying to understand.

‘Stop… caring for me, i don’t like it’ you whisper, he goes wide eyed. Out of all things, he didn’t think this is what would be wrong. He thought maybe something had happened with your friends, or maybe you were too drunk and just wanted to cry.

‘What?’ he asks, you were cornered. And he wouldn’t stop staring at you with his beautiful eyes. You try to look away a sob racking through you.

‘You’re not supposed to care about me Eddie! you’re just supposed to be my grumpy roommate.’ you whisper, trying to move but he stops you.

‘Who said that? I can care about you all i want.’ he says, annoyed by the way you were talking. What he says just makes you want to cry more.

‘Me! I don’t like it!’ you say, tears rushing down your face. He holds onto your waist making sure you weren’t leaving anywhere.

‘Do you not like it, or are you not used to it?’ he says, you shake your head.

‘Stop.’ but you didn’t want him to, you liked the feeling of being loved. It was like a breath of fresh air.

‘You don’t mean that’ he states, and you hate that he’s right. You hate how easy it is to read you. You wish you were not as transparent. And before you can stop yourself your sobbing, absolutely recked. Falling into his hold, he cautiously pulls you in.

‘No one has cared for me, like you did tonight’ you whisper. His heart drops, because god damn it you were too much of a sweet soul to be crying. You didn’t deserve that.

‘The way you offered to drive me there, because you didn’t want me to get kidnapped. And how you remembered the house i was staying at.’ you mumbled into his chest. He held onto you tight, hoping he wouldn’t crush you.

‘Are you drunk?’ he asks, and the question throws you off.

‘no?’ you say, asking a silent question. And before you can ask him why he asked, his lips are on yours. And you melt, your basically putty in his hands. He pushes you back up into the counter hands roaming you. When his lips leave yours, you try to lean up and catch them again. He pulls back slightly, trying to say something.

‘You don’t even know how much i actually care about you, what i showed you tonight was nothing.’ he explains, and your heart melts. You smile, your eyes still watery.

‘How much do you actually care about me?’ you ask, and he almost laughs. But he knew it was for you to get validation.

‘More than you think, i don’t think you’ll ever be able to understand just how much i care about you.’ he explains, and your eyes sparkle. He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you again. He picks you up, legs wrapped around his waist.

You let out a small huff when you landed on his bed, him still attacking you with kisses now on your neck.

You felt so free, you were flipped over now on top. Your dress pushed up and above your waist, making your damp panties make direct contact with his clothed boner. You whimper, causing him to immediately look at you. Your eyes were still glossy, but you were far gone from crying anymore.

You’ve never been with anyone, despite your age. You never discussed that with Eddie, because you had no reason to so he had no idea. Well that’s what you thought, but Eddie could read it from a mile away. The way you froze for a moment when he kissed you, the way he already felt you soaking your panties. A virgin gets wet easily, and you were so beautifully needy.

‘You don’t have to do anything, it’s okay.’ he whispers and you freeze, staring up at him.

‘No- i-‘ you couldn’t find your words, especially when you were pressed down onto his boner. You try to find purchase, your hands falling to his lower stomach fisting the shirt. He looked at you, your eyes so wide and beautiful.

‘I just- i want to feel loved’ you whisper, and his face breaks. His cool demeanor crumbles all within seconds. Because what you had just said makes his heart hurt, like you had lacked in feeling loved. And now he is going to make it his mission to make you feel like the most loved girl on earth.

‘God, how did i achieve you?’ he mumbled, pulling your hands away from his shirt, to pull you down closer to him. You smile is so soft, and he can’t help but kiss you again. Make you feel loved.

His hands slide to your waist holding onto you, when he pushes your hips forward you loose your breath for a moment. The friction of his boner so delicious, he hears your breath hitch. So he does it again, and again. Until he feels the unsteady breaths on his mouth as you kiss him.

Soon you were able to rock your hips back and forth by yourself, his hands resting on your hips. He watches intently on the way you move your hips, like you’ve never done this before. Not even with your blankets at night when everyone is asleep. He then looks at your face, your eyes are squeezed shut lips parted.

‘Never done this before, huh sweetheart?’ he asks, you shake your head not wanting to speak. He was amazed, because how do you get off? Do you even masturbate, there’s no way you don’t.

‘Feeling good?’ he asks smirking to himself, you nod.

‘mhm’ you whimper, and he realizes all your emotions from before are now gone. You got so distracted by this, that you weren’t crying. He thinks that, this is just what you needed. For him to give love to you, not fuck, but to love. Because you really didn’t understand how much he cared for you. And this was a perfect way to show you.

Your hands are placed back on his lower stomach, scrunching up his shirt once again. The placement helping you push harder down onto him, creating more friction. At this point you’ve leaked through your underwear. He’s watching you with hungry eyes.

The way you so desperately rocked against him, breath heavy. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Not to mention the sweet sweet sounds falling from your lips.

‘nguh’ you whimper, head falling where his neck and shoulder meet. Your speed increasing, you let out a quiet sob. You weren’t crying, you just came. And the sound you let out quite literally almost made him rip all of yours and his clothes off and fuck you so hard you forgot your own name.

But you were too precious, and he needed to take his time with you. His hands snaked up and under your dress, pulling it over your head throwing it to the floor.

You pull at his shirt, pulling it up. He pulls it off his head, throwing it to the floor by your dress. You lifted up your hips, embarrassed by the wet spot on his sweats. He watches as you pull on his sweats, pushing past his thighs.

When you reach for his boxers he stops you, making you look up at him. He pulls you to him, making sure your close.

‘I just want you to know, there’s other ways for me to make you feel loved. You don’t have to do this, i know it’s new to you.’ he whispered, and you look at his eyes. He can see the distance at which you look at him. Like even though you are so close to him, you still seem so distant.

You blink slowly, you look tired. You let out a breath.

‘No, i want this’ you say softly, he stares at you a bit longer before smiling. He flips you over, receiving a yelp out of you. He kicks off his sweats, and pushes down his boxers. You suck in a breath when you see him.

For a moment you begin to worry that he might just break you. He sees your face and let’s out a soft laugh. He leans down and kisses you.

‘You can still change your mind sweetheart’ he whispered against your lips, you shook your head immediately. He helps pull off your soaked panties, you blush when he leans back to look at you.

‘God you’re so beautiful’ he mumbles, mostly to himself but he makes sure you can also hear. He slips his tip up your folds, and he groans at how wet you are.

He kisses down your neck, leaving marks. You whimper clawing at his back. He lets out a curse under his breath. He pulls at your thighs, now closer than you’ve ever been to him, quite frankly closer than you’ve ever been to any boy.

His nose pushes against your neck as he pulls back up, biting on your ear lobe making you shiver. You were so distracted by him placing kisses all over your face, that you hadn’t realized he begun to enter you. Your face turned into pain and pleasure, feeling the stretch of him.

Your back arches, chest pressing against him. He can’t believe how needy you are, and he can’t help but fucking adore it. You push down your hips, breathless and needy for more.

‘Eddie’ it came out as a soft plea, and Eddie could have came on the spot.

‘I know sweet girl, i know’ he shushed you, pushing himself through your folds. You cry out, grabbing onto his hair. You pull him down face buried into his neck. The soft whimpers drowning out, your soft lips breathing hot breath onto his neck.

He wasn’t even halfway in, and you were already clenching down onto him. He grinned pushing slowly more and more until he was bottomed out.

‘I- i- Eddieeeee’ you whine, pushing your hips down as if to ask him a silent question. Your eyes flutter closed. Its as if you couldn’t get enough of him, and that’s exactly what it was. Maybe because it was your first time, maybe because he was treating you so sweetly, god maybe it was because the comfort of his room. But you could care less in the moment, especially when he made it so easy to just let him take control.

He slowly pulled out, pushing back in. You choke on a whimper, clawing at the bed sheets. You throw your head back, the scent of him on his pillow washing over you and making you feel all that much more better.

He groans, as he begins to give you a soft and deep pace that had your head foggy. You feel his hands slide up your sides, and sliding under you to hold you. He leans down to your ear, whispering.

‘Do you feel loved yet?’ his soft breath heard as he kept up his pace. You cry out, nodding words unable to come out.

‘Are you sure? Because i feel like i’m not lovin’ you enough baby’ he says, you mumble out a incoherent sentence that makes him grin.

‘I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you, can you repeat that please?’ he asks, you let out a whine.

‘I feel loved’ you mumble, now coherent enough for him to hear. He hums, wet kisses placed down your neck to you chest.

His pace becomes harder and deeper, he picks up your leg placing it over his shoulder. You cry out in pleasure fingers falling behind his lower neck, your body racked with a sob as your nails dug into his skin. The pleasure he gave you being so intense that you don’t think you are yourself anymore.

‘Do you feel loved? hm baby?’ he asks again, you nod crying out his name.

‘Yes! yes i do’ you whine, throwing your head back and arching your back. He eats up every single movement you make, making sure everything you do and every thought you think is amazing.

‘Who’s making you feel loved?’ he smirks, rubbing up you leg that rests on his shoulder.

‘You Ed’s’ your eyes begin to water, and you couldn’t help it. You’ve never felt such a way.

A feeling in your tummy, coming so quick it scared you. It was a nagging sensation that you just wanted to get rid of.

‘Eddie! i- i- my-‘ your voice stuttering, he looks at you with soft eyes.

‘Your what?’ he asks, keeping the assault he has on you.

‘My- feels like i need to pee!’ you shout out, scared your going to pee.

‘Shh, no you aren’t sweet girl. Just let it happen’ Eddie whispers, you then feel his calloused thumb rub against your pussy. Right to a spot that makes your vision go blurry and fire explode out of you, tingles everywhere. You hold onto Eddie like he was your life support, and he didn’t mind one bit.

Not too long after, you feel him pull out spilling on top of your stomach. The cum spilling over from the fast and unsteady breathing you were going through.

Eddie rubs his hands up your sides until they’re at your face cupping it. Your eyes are heavy, and halfway closed. Your breath slows down, becoming normal again as he holds you.

You don’t process him picking you up, until your in the bathroom placed on the counter. You shiver when Eddie rubs a rag over your stomach. You hear a distant noise of the bath running.

He helps you into the bath with him, and the warmth engulfs you as so does the scent of lavender. You take a deep breath, melting into him as he sits behind you.

You let out an accidental moan when he washes your hair, scratching your scalp. He laughs a little, making you fall further into him.

—

‘You did so good sweetheart’ he whispers, hands massaging your body under the hot water. Your head feels fuzzy, like it’s just brown noise. Everything around you is blurred out except for Eddie.

He wraps his arms around you, face pushed into your neck leaving kisses in your wake.

‘I won’t ever be able to get enough of you’ he whispers, and your eyes begin to water. God your so emotional.

‘You hear me?’ he asks, you nod. Too tired to speak or move.

You both get out of the shower after a while, him helping you put on one of his t-shirts and a pair of your panties.

You get done brushing your teeth with Eddie, and you both walk to your room. Well… he actually insisted on carrying you, laying kisses all over your face. Eddie lays you on the bed softly, walking off to go somewhere. You hadn’t mean to show your attachment which was already growing.

‘Where are you going?’ you whisper, he turns around and gives you a reassuring smile.

‘Just need to put my sheets in the dirty clothes’ he laughs softly, you hum.

He walks off and you get comfortable in your own sheets. You can hear him walking around the apartment, until he’s back in your room turning off the light.

He gets into your bed with you, pulling you in without any hesitation. You smile to yourself, the feeling of his big arms wrapped around you. Your head takes a moment to acknowledge all that happened in one night, the night passing away in a blur as you slowly fall asleep.

You’ll never ever underestimate how much people can show love, ever again.

[yandereshingeki]

bought this eren plush off mercari for $15 and the seller still hasnt shipped it out (i literally bought it last night LMAOO) but im feeling dramatic so i might cry if i dont get him in my hands soon