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rampagingfanfictioner14 · 29 days ago

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relativity falls, but... (Part 2.5)

I realize that I've kinda been straying from the original relativity falls au with a random Bill, lol. I think my idea for him is really going into an AU, so I'll make it separate from this post. @canadianno-gravityfalls mentioned that some people swap gideon and bill as the main antagonist, but honestly I'm not sure I could give the idea justice! I've never been good at writing gideon. The concept definitely has some merit, though. For the sake of this post I've decided to just stick Bill as Bill, but that's subject to change.

Anywho, I've got a dozen brainworms squirming around inside my head and they want out. Continuing on from the last post:

In his sleep, Mason encounters a strange triangle-shaped creature. Bill Cipher, it introduces, with a voice that seems both eerie and cool at the same time. He does overreact a teensy bit at the thing's appearance, but once the screaming wears off, he settles somewhat. Initially, he actually wonders aloud if he was just dreaming this interaction up to make up for the failed summoning attempt.

Bill's quick to assure him that no, he's definitely real, and that Mason's in luck! Bill's here to tell him the secrets of Gravity Falls... and quite possibly the universe too, if he wants.

"So, whaddya say, kid? Wanna shake on it?"

A hand lights up with blue fire, thrust forward as an offering.

Mason frowns at it.

"It's a simple agreement," Bill entices, waving it closer. "A mutual understanding, if you will! Think of all the mysteries you could uncover! Wouldn't that be nice?"

Something about the almost unnoticeable urgency in the triangle's voice sets off alarm bells in Mason's mind. The scientist raises an eyebrow, not buying a word of what the demon says. "...Sure," he drags out, pointedly keeping his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. "I bet you say that to all the smart people you meet. What's your deal, man?"

Bill's eye narrows. He doesn't appreciate Mason's open scepticism. Still, he's not one to give up so easily. He sighs dramatically and proclaims that he's the one who's inspired every major human pioneer; talking about his status as a "muse" and the whole shtick; probably saying something like: "just take a look at your dollar bill if you don't believe me, smart guy! I've been rubbing elbows with presidents before you were even a twinkle in your father's eye!"

Realization strikes. Mason frowns and holds up his hands in the universal gesture of wait. "Woah, hey, hang on. Let me get this straight. You say you're a muse, and you pick one great mind a century to inspire, right?"

Bill points a finger at him and mimics shooting a gun. "Got it in one!" He praises, inwardly bemoaning the fact that by Axo, he'd picked a slow one. Didn't he just say that?

Mason smiles, as if the demon had just confirmed something for him. "So you must've met Einstein! People don't get much smarter than that guy." He slaps his hand to his forehead as if just realizing something. "Oh, and Pavlov! Did you meet him, too?"

Ah, Bill thinks gleefully, gotcha.

"Sure I did, kid! What's your point?"

"My point is that they're both from the same century," Mason deadpans, his smile falling off his face. He crosses his arms over his chest. "So either one of them is secretly a time traveller, or you're feeding me a bunch of malarkey. Time to own up, you tricky little isoceles. What do you want with me?"

It's probably at this point that Bill realizes that the whole "inspirational muse from higher plane" thing isn't going to work with the cynical lil shit that is Mason Pines.

So he switches gears.

"I thought you might catch on to that!" He cackles. He mimics swiping sweat off his brow in relief and circles Mason, glowing a bright yellow. "Sorry, sorry, I just had to check, y'know? Can't tolerate those gullible types."

Mason raises an eyebrow.

Bill continues, unbothered. He subtly shifts through a couple of Mason's memories, picking through his deepest insecurities, his fears, his losses. He wants to know what makes this smartass tick.

And aha! There he had it.

A twin sister. The fallen star to Mason's constellation.

At first he doesn't let his true knowledge show. He knows that Mason would instantly get suspicious and shut him out entirely if he suspects that Bill has an ulterior motive. Instead, he starts up a casual conversation about anomalies, showing the man a few of the things he'd seen over the course of his long life. He tries to keep the more mind-melty stuff off limits, because dang these humans were weak when it came to that sort of thing.

(Their silly concepts of morality and ethics were amusing to toy with, though).

Mason's still sceptical, but he's also a nerd. Especially about anomalies. He's initially hesitant to talk, but Bill has a way of coaxing people to do what he wants. And once Mason starts rambling, Bill sits back and enjoys the show.

Bingo.

Despite whatever Bill says, he does have an interest in what Mason's studying. Weirdness was his specialty, after all. And Gravity Falls was one of the weirdest places on Earth he'd seen.

They fall into a sort of routine. They see each other every time Mason falls asleep, they greet each other, and Bill bears witness to Mason's ramblings. It's somewhat amusing, listening to this brilliant foolish human go from talking about how the digestive system of a stomach-faced duck may function to something as mundane as his non-existent love life.

Bill listens to what the man has to say, and Mason realizes the demon's actually a pretty nice companion, who offers pretty sound advice, despite his concerning occasional homicidal tendencies.

Mason also realizes that dang, his social life must be absolute trash if his only friend was a literal geometric shape from some distant unknown dimension. Still, he's too much of an anxiety-ridden mess to keep contact with anybody from the town (except for very occasional calls with Soos and Candy), and even if he did, it's not like anyone would ever want to be near him.

How could they, when even his own twin sister had thrown him away?

So Mason does nothing to stop the blossoming friendship between man and triangle. After getting over his initial wariness with the guy, he enjoys it, even, having someone to banter with. Whenever he's with Bill, Mason feels calm. Happy, even. He feels that, just for a few precious, wonderful moments, he could forget about Mabel and ignore the crippling depression that dragged him down every day.

(It helps that Bill's just generally making himself as unthreatening as possible).

"After all, I'm just a triangle," Bill reasons. "What am I gonna do? I can't even leave your dreams."

He has a point, of course. Mason believes him.

The routine continues without a hitch. Mason thinks he might as well have known this guy for most of his life, with all the time they spent together. How long had it been since he read that spell? A few months? A year? It seemed like forever ago.

"Say," Bill says one day, "it's seems almost like destiny that a guy like you is studying this town."

Mason pauses from his most recent rant about the Hawktopus, a fickle creature that irritated him simply by existing. A bunch of gold-blue journals floated in the starry space that was his mindscape (as Bill had explained previously), the backdrop of the Big Dipper illuminating their surroundings. "...Huh?"

Bill floats closer, his hands locked behind his back. "I mean, you've got an anomaly of astronomical odds right there on your forehead, and you never once thought about what it means?"

The scientist rubs the back of his neck somewhat sheepishly. "No, I... It's just a birthmark," he tries to explain. "Nothing much to study. Just a big coincidence. A really, really big coincidence."

Bill bursts out laughing. "Haha! You don't really believe that, do you, Dipper?"

Mason stiffens at the nickname, just like he'd known he would. Bill thinks he needs to tread carefully from now on.

"...Dipper?" The scientist repeats, his voice going flat. "Why'd you call me that?" He's knows that the triangle's fond of random nicknames (to the point where he actually suspects he's forgotten his name), so doesn't instantly get suspicious, but his walls slowly start coming up anyway.

(Never let it be said that this man is not paranoid).

"Eh, it's not like it's a hard name to come up with," Bill dismisses. "You've got the Big Dipper practically seared into your skin, kid!" His eye widens comically. "What, don't you like it? I thought you humans were fond of that sort of thing."

He floats closer, almost pressing against the man. His eye scrutinizes the man with a gaze that feels entirely too sharp. "You look upset. What's the problem, Mason?" He pointedly doesn't use the nickname again, his eye blinking slowly, as if confused.

It makes something uncomfortable tighten in Mason's chest.

He takes a moment to gather his thoughts and answer the question.

"Uh, nothing."

It's just a stupid name, Mason grumbles to himself. Why was he being weird about it? Bill's right. He's just being petty. There's no way that someone else wouldn't be able to connect the dots (literally) and give him the same nickname as... y'know.

But Mabel had come up with it first. It didn't feel right.

Mason shrugs and avoids Bill's gaze, picking absently at his shirt. "I just didn't expect it, I suppose. I stopped going by that name a pretty long time ago."

If Bill had a mouth, it would be stretched wide into a self-satisfied grin. "Why?" He inquires innocently.

...And everything spirals from that moment onwards.

Bill takes advantage of Mason's emotional vulnerability whenever he talked about his lost twin sister. He uses the man's childhood nickname, Dipper, deliberately to make him subconsciously trust him more (i.e. like he did with Ford, calling him 'Sixer').

He knows that he needs to deal with this gently: one wrong move, and he could lose this potential pawn forever. He offers reassurances and calms the scientist's anxious mind down; a steadying presence in the wake of a crushing disaster.

And Mason laps it up.

Much like how the teens manipulated Mabel, Bill manipulates Mason. He's not above prying into the man's deepest fears and making them a "reality" in the form of nightmares, appearing only at the end as the only comforting presence, forcing Mason to rely on him for emotional support. He needs Bill to calm his mind down, to stop the spiralling thoughts in his head from getting any louder.

Bill finds that Mason's surprisingly easy to manipulate once his twin was brought into the equation. The shooting star seemed to influence her constellation's actions even after she'd burned away.

And Bill finds it pathetic. A scientist as smart as Mason, still longing after a bootleg, girl version of him who'd flounced out of his life a long time ago.

Yeesh. Talk about emotional issues.

Mason doesn't make the connection between his nightmares and Bill. He assumes the recent surge in terrors is due to him finally opening about Mabel after years of keeping it shut tightly in a box at the back of his mind. So he welcomes Bill's comfort when the terrors finally fade, and only falls deeper into the trap laid by the crafty lil triangle.

Unlike Ford and Bill, who had this whole "god-like" relationship between each other, Mason and Bill's is... well, far more personal, for lack of a better word. Bill's the closest thing that Mason has to a true friend. And to Bill, well... he's Bill. He's never not going to see Mason as a means to get what he wants, but perhaps there's some misplaced sense of affection in there as well. Something like what a human might feel when they look at a small, defenceless furry animal.

Cute, sure. Maybe even lovable. It helps that the guy's as weird as they come.

But not smarter. Not better.

Nothing but a pet.

There's no talk about "muses from a higher plane" or "a scientist who's going to change the world", though Bill does try to goad Mason into thinking that his birthmark is destiny calling him to Gravity Falls, for a higher purpose.

Mason's nonexistent sense of self esteem kinda goes against that, though. The guy's initially very hesitant to believe he's something special, brushing off Bill's offhanded comments at underhanded attempts at praise.

But... after a bit, he actually does fall for it. Not immediately, no: maybe after a year or so.

(Dipper as a character isn't incorrigible. If Bill gives him no reason to doubt his intentions, then why would he? He's not paranoid enough to listen to some random thousand-year-old warnings when the "demon" was being so nice to him. Not without the journals or the mantra of "trust no one" to influence his thoughts, which is where most of canon-Dipper's wariness stemmed from. Imagine having no-one to properly talk to for years, and this one guy shows up and listens to you. He doesn't judge, he doesn't complain. He's the only rock in your constantly changing world, the only thing left to rely on when you spiral, the only friend you have. Who wouldn't fall for his tricks?)

Remember, Mason's not as detached from his twin as Ford is. He misses Mabel, misses her so much that it physically hurts him to think about her for too long. If there's anything that could distract him from the gaping hole in his heart, of course he's going to chase after it.

Nobody likes feeling all terrible and depressed all the time. No one likes remembering their losses, especially with no closure to what had happened.

So, in the end, despite having a different relationship to Bill and Ford in canon, ultimately the results are the same.

Mason builds a portal for Bill. Why wouldn't he? The triangle's assured him that they could make it stable, and Mason's nothing but too curious for his own good. Plus, maybe he'll actually have a physical form of Bill to interact with for once. Soos and Candy were great, but Mason's never truly gotten along with either of them much.

Sure, Soos was a great guy. He was smart and funny and always looked out for Mason when it became clear he was burning out. And Candy... well, she was a genius. Great with engineering, great with children, but not so much other adults. At least they shared that one thing in common.

But Mason knows he can't call on them to help with the portal he was making. They'd drifted apart after all those years, to the point where he wasn't even aware of where they lived. Plus, it had become clear throughout their years of university that Soos was far too accident-prone for all his skills, and last he heard, Candy had a family to tend to --- not to mention that asking for her help would involve an actual conversation, and he's really unsure if he could talk normally without Bill to calm him down.

(...The guy's really gotten far too dependent on that triangle. Yeah, that's gonna end well, huh? >:))

So, the problem arises: how can Mason build a fully functioning interdimensional portal if he has neither the skill nor the muscles necessary?

Bill offers up a solution: "Wouldn't everything be so much easier if I talked to them instead?"

Mason waves a hand dismissively, still pacing in his mindscape, the light from the Big Dipper's stars casting a soft glow on his face. He doesn't even cast the triangle a glance as he ponders over his latest problem. "You know you can't, Bill. You're stuck in my mind, remember?"

Bill hums, his eye widening in amusement. "Sure, but I've got powers like nothing you've ever seen, slick! Howsabout we make a deal, eh, Dipper?" In an eerie parallel to when they'd first met, he thrusts forward a flaming blue hand, waggling his eyebrow enticingly. "I could take over your body for you, and we could be done with all those silly human talks before you could say 'Bill Cipher!' All you gotta do is shake my hand."

Mason hesitates, his hand reaching for the triangle's almost instinctively, before he draws it back. "You... You won't throw me off a cliff or something, right?" He asks apprehensively.

Bill laughs out loud, but it's in somewhat genuine tone that he replies, "Not even if I wanted to." He still needs a pawn, after all. It helps that Mason's rather adorable. Like a puppy.

Mason smiles in relief, and reaches forward, sealing his fate.

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Not my au, not my characters, just my take on both! :)

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#gravity falls #my take on relativity falls #dipper pines #relativity falls au #mabel pines #soos #apologies for the long wait #got a lil hung up on bill here lol #i'll upload mabel's side later #shes kinda hard to write atm #mystery twins

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neverchecking · 1 year ago

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Can you please make a part 2, maybe even a part 3 for your recent post?

Your ‘Does it count as a marriage if only one of them is aware?’

Like the chains reaction to there being another Link married and asking Sage how it happened and who the lucky girl is.

Maybe them meeting the girl and how she really is and her telling the story in a quick version of the long version on how they got married. Maybe she plays a trick/prank on them before revealing herself as Sage’s Wife?

Just some ideas I thought could go well after reading the post that I love a lot!

Yes i ABSOLUTELY can. Im not gonna say when, but I DID start it. I saw this a while back and got so excited because i write Aaliyah yeah but i never actually expect people to like her bc i barely like her ngvigbng Thats a lie i love that bastard.

Here I'll give some spitballed ideas for now.

So, Aaliyah has never met the chain. Period. Like even right now? Never. I think even in constellations she's only met a few in passing and in the smut shots they were simply there. but in her Canon timeline? Has not met them.

Sage wants to keep it this way. I've mentioned it to Bailey, but Sage, even if he whores out, is a loyal bitch. He picks his person and that's his person until they die. And he'll do anything to keep it that way. However, because of his personality they have to be...special? I guess? Like it can't just be someone who rolls over and expects every one to just love them bc oh look at me! Im a helpless lil doll <3 UwU /Ref (Thats a very niche ref guys dw i love you all and your lil ocs <3)

Which is kind of why Aaliyah is the way she is? Sage needs someone whose gonna challenge him. Not necessarily bow down, or someone who will demand him to do this or that, but someone who takes what he says, challenges his ideals and will fight to prove theirs are better. Like Aaliyah will fight him, but if Sage can prove he's right, she'll fall in line. Unlike some dragons princess'.

Sorry sorry anyway, that being said, Sage doesn't share. He doesn't play well with others either. Neither does Aaliyah and Sage knows that.

ANYWAY

So obviously the chain is SHOCKED bc how tf? Did Sage get married? BEFORE THEM???

Either way, a few of them are pretty invested, bc lets be honest. Traveling that long, with men? Not entertaining. they have zero tea. At all. So this is new and exciting to them. They want to KNOW okay? they are all secretly tea hungry housewives.

He refuses to tell them anything tho. Absolutely anything. Well okay thats a lie. He'll tell stories but only the WORST ones.

"She blew me up once. I think that's when i fell in love."

"Really?"

"Fuck no."

"Thank Hy-"

"I knew i was in love with her when she stabbed me and left me in the desert. Petty bitch. Just because I forgot dinner that night."

They're in love i swear

My point earlier with Aaliyah never meeting the chain is just to say that i have total freedom here. I can do this however I want.

And my all time favorite way of doing it? in my head with my lil tiktoks that I use to maladaptive daydream?

The Hunters being Hunted.

Aaliyah would find them long before they found her. She'd watch them and stake them out.

She's stay out of sight for a while, but eventually she'd do something small that would let Sage know she was there.

Probably drops a bomb flower in the middle of camp <3

it's the thought that counts <3

The others think their under attack but Sage knows. He's cackling and throwing his head back going "You crazy son of a bitch!" because that's his girl.

and you're probably going, "Aaliyah appears after that right?"

Wrong.

She fucks around with them until she grows bored then probably even then only sits in a tree until one night Sage goes "Isn't that right, cupcake? You're a fucking barrel of sunshine."

And she nearly decks him. "Oh a ray of absolute shits and giggles."

Scares the piss out of Sky for sure,

I just nvogng

I need the chain to meet one of the wives and then being terrified of them. Not even in a 'damn am i attracted to this?' way. No no no, I need them to be terrified for their lives <3

#cinder rambles #coming to a blog near you #when?#...#next question.#sage #sage and aaliyah #Aaliyah #Sage X Aaliyah

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yallmakemyassitch · 2 years ago

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An Eldritch's Endearment (a transcript)

Summary: Kevin has one of the biggest lee moods ever and would practically let anybody tickle him. Luckily, a certain monster has come to his apartment to fulfill his darkest desires

Word count: 6013

Characters: 33636

Tobi talks: Yeah, I did a self insert this time! While the og comic inspired this fic, please note the fic and art are completely separate scenarios. Either way, sorry for this being a little late, was busy with school and shit but glad I could get this out. Enjoy! (also tiggles are kinda intense so look out for that :P)

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Kevin has been uncharacteristically happy recently, despite his reputation as the typical grumpy cashier. The happiest he’s been would be on his days off, but today wasn’t one of those days. When his boss would brush past him to get by, he’d practically leap several feet into the air. Along with that, he struggled to keep that stupid grin and his heavy blush at bay when sinking into one of his tickle fantasies. His own manager pointed out his odd tendencies but he always had an excuse for it.

Such a stupid thing to feel but the candyman craved it deeply. Kevin, after locking up the store and making his way down his usual route down the dingy, creepy road, quietly giggled to himself. His thoughts ran wild at the idea of someone just picking him up and going to town on him until he was a cackling, flustered mess. He would prod himself gently just to get the thrill of a devious ler poking him, making him flinch. He even laughed openly in the crisp air. Halloween was nearing its arrival and although he dreaded the inevitable rude customers and two certain annoying boys, that didn’t ruin his mood.

These cycled his mind in an endless loop of anticipation and disappointment. How he wished for someone to just appear before him and give him what he desired, mercilessly tickle him until he was reduced to nothing but a puddle of giggles. The wind blew, sliding crisp air down his exposed neck. If it weren’t for his heightened sensitivity, he wouldn’t have even batted an eye to it.

But he couldn’t help but grasp it and silently chuckled.

It tickled, just a little.

But an even stronger breeze came and he froze as he heard what he thought was his name. It was hushed and quiet, but whoever or whatever it was called his name. He brushed it off and walked up the steps to his apartment complex. Twisting his key in the door and opening it, he slammed the door behind him and slid his back against the door. The butterflies were still going.

He was smiling yet it hurt that this mood of his would dissipate yet again into an eventless night and he would be back to his normal self. The ravenette reached into his pocket and smiled to himself. Looking through his secret account’s dashboard, he saw that his favorite author had written another fanfiction and posted it only a few minutes ago. While nothing could truly satisfy his desire, reading his favorite characters in their own silly predicament always brought a smile to Kevin’s face.

With the gleam of his phone on his face, he wasn’t focusing on his environment. But when he briefly glanced up, he froze.

In the darkness stood a figure.

His heart began to throttle.

Whatever it was, he noticed them, and they spoke up.

“Hello, Kevin.”

His eyes were as wide as saucers, there was someone in his apartment. It took his eyes a while to adjust but when it did, he could see the insanely tall figure of a woman. A golden eye slowly appeared where her head would supposedly be. It was slick and catty-like, scrutinizing the candyman as he sat there, perplexed. Kevin’s arm reached up behind him to scale the wall, touching the area before landing on the light switch and flicking it on.

The woman wore an oversized hat that covered most of her facial features, donning diamond earrings that reflected in the light. Clearly, the “guest” in his home had a taste for fashion, especially when it came to shades of lavender and black, the primary colors of the fabric she wore. She outstretched her arms to her sides, almost welcoming him in a sense.

“Now that’s no way to greet a lady, hm love~?” She had a beautiful British accent, making Kevin’s heart race. He encountered plenty of things in the past but she felt… different.

He would certainly feel afraid if weren’t for her lax nature, she didn’t feel like a threat.

“W-who are you?” Kevin weakly said, pressing up against the door.

The lady chuckled, nice and smooth against his ears as she seemed genuinely amused. It was honestly kind of cute.

“Why don’t we sit down and I’ll properly introduce myself there.” The woman purred before turning around towards the direction of his living room. He heard her boots click as she walked in and the creak his sofa endured as her weight placed pressure on the cushions. The lamp turned on, meaning that whoever it was right around the corner is someone he could completely see now.

Kevin stood up, shaken by all that’s happened but felt compelled to follow her. He entered the living room and there he saw the woman, cross legged on his sofa, holding a glass of what appeared to be wine. Her features were fully visible now, her big hat was dramatic, topped with flowers, feathers, and a ribbon at the back of her hat. Her suit jacket was completely unbuttoned and wore a long, frilly skirt.

“Come now, love. We have much to discuss.” He was broken out of his trance when she spoke up. She stared at him with her thoughtful eye and patted the space next to him.

“Um, okay,” Kevin said, sitting directly opposite to her on his sofa.

Time seemed to freeze as the tall woman next to him continued to take sips of her wine, pausing in between before continuing to sip. The noirette just stared off, thinking about what was gonna do.

Was she harmless? She hadn’t hurt him and even if she wanted to, he was sure she would do so already. It wasn’t until the woman offered her cup to Kevin, not looking at him as she did so.

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” The woman seemed to have to process this as her arm didn’t move when he rejected her request.

“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Mrs. Mulberry.” An odd name to say the least but Kevin didn’t comment on it.

She placed the nearly empty wine glass on his coffee table and turned to him, her golden eye watching him as she folded her hands together.

“I’ve come to learn something very special about you, Kevin. And I think you know what~”

Kevin was now starting to get a little weirded out, this lady knew about him? He turned to her as well, locking eyes with her. “And what’s that?”

Mrs. Mulberry in an instant had a toothy, golden glowing smile manifest. She chuckled menacingly, a chill going down the candyman’s smile in tandem. “It would be better to show than tell.”

Her gaze got more intense, the single eye widening before relaxing. Kevin’s breath was caught in his throat, his heart racing. But nothing happened. He held his breath for a few more moments before releasing it, half-panicked. It’s either that Mrs. Mulberry was messing with him or she had just done something he hadn’t noticed yet.

“I wouldn’t lower my guard so quickly if I were you, sweetheart.”

This lady had gotten comfortable with him awfully quick, so much so she’s been pulling out more pet names. Kevin was visibly flustered and looked away. But was even more shocked that Mrs. Mulberry had stood up, revealing her true height as the lamp light shined up at her.

Kevin was going to make a run for it. He tried to clench his fist, but nothing happened. He froze for a second then his blood turned to ice, he couldn’t move!

He screamed at his nerves to move something, a leg, a finger, but nothing was working.

“W-what did you do to me?!” Kevin said, panicked. Mrs. Mulberry just smirked at him, “Just a little something that would make my job easier, darling.” she said it in a sweet voice but her behavior suggested otherwise

His breath became ragged as her gloved, slender fingers approached him, wiggling at him sinisterly.

“No, please…” He squeezed his eyes shut. Mrs. Mulberry had begun to zip down his jacket and slid her hand inside where she had full access to his torso. He was terrified and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for whatever pain would be bestowed on him.

Kevin was confused when her touch remained gentle, her fingers just softly grazing and squeezing the surface as if she were looking for something…

He choked when she lightly poked his ribs, up and down she went, sounds building up in his throat as they began to be more and more unbearable.

A squeak escaped Kevin’s lips when he felt something wiggle against his ribs. Kevin was beginning to get an idea of what she was doing and all his fear seemed to disappear except for one part.

He looked up and saw her, she was staring at him smugly, daring to let out any of those sounds. The candyman did all that he could to look away.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Mrs. Mulberry began to quietly tease the poor boy, noticing how close he was cracking. Kevin was already beginning to go a little insane, snickering as her hands explored his midsection, tracing random shapes over his stomach.

She slipped her hands underneath his uniform shirt, feeling the pale skin shudder as the cold hands teased the surface of his flesh, “Oh, how soft~” she pinched his tummy with endearment.

He was already smiling like a fool at this point, his face was starting to burn. But that barrier quickly broke out as laughter poured from when his lips Mrs. Mulberry began to knead to the pudge of his stomach.

“W-waHaHait! MihiHihis!” Kevin’s laughter was muddled with small hiccups as she relentlessly scribbled and skittered along his tummy. His chest shook with breathy cackles, although he remained paralyzed. His laughter doubled when she pushed her hand against his chest to keep him from falling over, exposing more of his tummy. The British woman without hesitation, began to claw at his gut, just enough to drive the candyman to hysteria. He wanted to throw his head back and scream to the heavens, to grab her wrists and beg for mercy but couldn’t even do that much with how loud he was howling.

“My my, what a ticklish little lad you are~” Mrs. Mulberry leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his belly button before releasing him from her force, allowing him to wrap his arms around his torso.

Kevin panted, still giggling he looked up at her. “W-what was that for?”

Mrs. Mulberry stared at him, turning her head curiously. “Why, that’s because you wanted to be tickled, correct?” He stopped for a second, his eyes shimmering with realization and now nervousness.

Kevin had been in his mood for a while now and couldn’t help but want exactly what she said. He smiled awkwardly, giving her a signal he knew now.

“That’s right. You’ve been in quite the lee mood haven’t you, just begging for someone to come along and take you into their arms. Well, your wish has been fulfilled.”

Kevin huffed, “That’s it?” This was exactly like the stories he’s read. He was loving it.

Now Mrs. Mulberry was smiling. “Of course not, dear. I can tell you’re not satisfied with your initial treatment. I would have come earlier but I had some…business to attend to, such a shame you had to bask in such an insufferable mood, isn’t it?”

The candyman stared up at the now-standing woman. The Brit sat back down next to him.

“Where shall I target next, love?” Kevin exploded into red and immediately looked away, “I-I don’t know.” he said quickly.

His face was cupped and turned to meet her gaze, now mischievous at his lie. “Don’t lie to me, Kevin. You either choose yourself or I’ll choose for you~” Mrs. Mulberry would sound serious if it weren’t for the playful tinge to her voice.

Kevin’s silly smile was squished by her hand as her forehead was pressed against his.

“I swheheear, I dohohon’t know!” Kevin giggled, gripping her arm for mercy.

Her patience had quickly run out, and her gaze darkened.

“That was your final chance.”

The irony hung in the air as Kevin shifted away his body, wanting so badly to laugh but so nervous about where she would strike first.

Mrs. Mulberry noticed this gesture and looked at him, “That’s adorable honey. Unfortunately, it was a poor choice to make it so obvious.” she lunged at him and grabbed his legs to pull onto her lap.

“Now this must be a sweet spot~”

Kevin literally squealed and was pushed onto his back.

“W-wahait please not my feeheeheet!” Kevin cried, going mad with giggles as he curled his toes in anticipation.

“What? These adorable little things?” Mrs. Mulberry began to undo the laces to his shoes, panicking as she did so. No matter how much he pulled his legs and squirmed side to side, his ankles didn’t move from the plush spot placed on her thighs, the invisible force had returned. He couldn’t help but groan yet laugh in dread.

“P-plehehease Mihihihis, behehe gehehentle…” Kevin now covered his eyes with his arm, but that didn’t stop his infamous red blush from creeping up his face. He could now feel the shoes slowly slipping off and falling to the floor. As his anticipation grew, so did his giggling.

Just a few hours ago, he wanted this to happen, so why was he so nervous? Kevin didn’t have any time to answer his own question as he felt fingers scratch against his socked soles.

A flurry of giggles slipped through the noirette’s lips. “Mwehehehehehe, gahahahahad ihihit’s so bahahad!” The noirette uncovered his eyes to look at their tormentor.

Mrs. Mulberry was skittering her fingertips all across his feet, not minding how they jerked and curled, which could be easily dealt with, but for now, she would take her time. “Your laughter is incredibly charming, Kevin~”

He begged to differ, he would die of embarrassment if anybody knew he was giggling like this.

“Nohoho ihihit’s nahHAhahHa~” His laughter spiked, now hitting all sorts of notes. Mrs. Mulberry was dragging her fingers slowly across his arches, a sweet spot for him as he started to snort.

He tried to hold back but the noises kept coming through. Now a snorting, chortling mess, he wrapped his arms around his torso and just laughed, no longer holding back, and what came out shortly after left his stomach swarming with butterflies.

“W-waHahait nahAHAHAT tHaHat!” Kevin snorted, his hair disheveled and cheeks burning red. When he felt his socks being slipped off and exposing what he’d long been hiding, his eyes widened.

“Dohohon’t look-!” But it was already too late. Mrs. Mulberry saw what was underneath and gasped lightly in shock. Her sweet little lee had paws for feet, small pink nails, smooth pads that looked soft to the touch, and silky white fur that covered up to his ankles.

She looked at him fondly, “Oh Kevin, how could you hide such a thing from me?” she poked his heart-shaped pad with her finger, making him flinch. “I’m going to have so much fun with these.”

Kevin screeched internally in terror, the thought of her working his paws made him cover his face in shame. He felt humiliated.

Until a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled his hand off his face, exposing his embarrassed expression to the Brit. “Kevin, truly, this is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He looked away from her, how could he not, it’s such a weird thing about him he wished he didn’t have. He felt her fingers touch again, but not in the way he expected.

It was affectionate and gentle. Mrs. Mulberry was tracing the heart-shaped pad with her finger, not tickling in the slightest.

“Instead, it’s very cute. You clearly take care of yourself.”

“What do you mean?” He huffed.

“The fur is as soft as clouds and these little paws are an adorable pink color. Almost as adorable as that little blush on your face right now. ”

Kevin’s “little” blush had since spread to his ears, vibrating and pulsing as Mrs. Mulberry continued to compliment and praise him.

“How can you be ashamed, dear? This is an endearing trait.” Mrs. Mulberry, even with her jarring teeth, gave Kevin a genuine smile. “They are lovable and cute, you will someday meet someone who thinks the same way as I do~”

The candyman looked up at her and gave her that same genuine smile. It was gentle, yet so cute, the woman nearly wanted to smother him with kisses right there. “Thank you, Mrs. Mulberry.”

Instead, she only gave him one kiss, smack dab on the center of his forehead. As soon as that ended, there was a shift in her expression. She was still smiling but it was no longer sugar-coated in comfort. “Oh but of course, I can’t ignore such self-destructive behavior, hm?”

Kevin frowned. “W-what… you’re not going to…”

“That I am.”

Mrs. Mulberry lifted her hat off from her head and swiftly picked the fluffiest, biggest feather out of the bunch. It was white and looked soft to the touch. Kevin swallowed a ball of saliva when he realized what she was about to do. She placed her hat back onto her head, grinning at Kevin who at this point had all the color drained from his face.

“I cannot let this incident go unpunished, isn’t that right, Kevin?” She waggled the fluffy feather teasingly in the air.

Kevin reached to try and grab her arm but her strength was just too much for him as she easily moved him away onto his back. He could only watch in terror as the feather was brought closer and closer to his bare paws. Mrs. Mulberry stopped and took one single swipe from the bottoms of his feet to his toes. The ravenette tried to fight it back but broke as quickly as it came at the wrath of the Brit’s feather.

Slowly, she stroked it up and down the sensitive fur and the especially ticklish paw pads. But that wasn’t all as she used her free hand to wiggle onto his other foot. Kevin threw his head back over the armrest and his chest shook with silent laughter before practically screaming. He shook his head and begged but was left politely rejected by the Brit.

“What? Does my feather tickle your fancy, Kevin? Uhuhuhu~” The fact that she laughed at her own pun of all things made Kevin die a little on the inside. Not that it showed as he was too busy laughing his ass off.

“STAHAHAP!” He gripped his arms to cope with the overly ticklish feeling.

“And why should I? Your cackles are as sweet as candy, something I’m sure you know a lot about.”

Kevin reddened at her tease, he was starting to get desperate, “Ah-AHahHAhahHA! H-HEHEHLP! SoHOhoMEOne hEheHELP!” Who was he even calling for?

“No one can hear you, my love. Only me~” He didn’t respond, happy tears were streaming down his face and his laughter turned uncontrollable and wheezy.

“It must feel unbearable, doesn’t it?” She gave him one good tickle, threading the feather between his toes, making him shriek for the final minute until he was silent. The British woman let him go but was surprised to see he hadn’t moved from his spot.

Kevin’s breath was ragged and laced with small hiccups and giggles. He was staring up at the ceiling, raw euphoria circulating throughout his body. His vision was dotted and blurry with tears and could hardly think straight, but one thing that was coherent in his mind was that he loved every second of it, even if it left him screaming. Mrs. Mulberry placed the feather back into her hat and came to his side to cup the sides of the candyman’s face. She thumbed away the last of his mirthful tears, softly giggling to herself that she had reduced the man into such putty.

“Kevin, darling…” That same accent rolled up his name in a velvety bouquet.

The woman pulled the boy below her to her side and began to press a barrage of kisses and pecks all over his face and the sides of his neck. She had no physical lips yet Kevin could feel a soft pair treating him lovingly for his triumph.

“H-hehehey! Stop thahat!” No matter how much he tried to push her away, she would grab his arm and plant kisses on the palm of his hand before traveling down his wrist all the way to his shoulder.

“Wahahit! Tihihickles!” Kevin sputtered out as the woman pressed a succession of feather-light kisses in the palm of his hands, growling as she nibbled the thin skin. Her affection was undying and Kevin just giggled, lightly kicking his legs as the Brit held him close and peppered him with her devious motherhood.

Mrs. Mulberry now sat snug in the crook of his neck, pressing loud, dramatic kisses up and down. It felt unbearably ticklish and Kevin just snorted and chortled, laughing openly at the sensations.

“You’re sohohoho dramhahatic! Ihihit’s teheheherible!” He wheezed as the Brit pulled on the collar of his shirt to access his collarbone and was gently nibbling on it. Her teeth were sharp but it was soft enough to just have the ravenette wheezing.

“Darling, this is nothing close to what I can really do to you~”

“Yehehes it ihihis!”

“Uhuhu, you just keep talking, my love~” She didn’t hold back, now practically chomping all over his neck and shoulders, he just let it happen. Kevin snorted and squealed each time she moved, holding onto her sides for support as she was basically on top of him now but still had her bottom on the sofa.

He opened her eyes, still belting out those sugary sweet giggles she loved to hear, and looked down toward his hands. He was holding onto her for dear life as she began to blow raspberries on his neck, making him throw his head back to laugh even harder than he was.

The candyman let his intrusive thoughts win and began to wildly scribble his fingertips up and down his sides.

“Hohohow doho you lihihike that, huhuhuh?” Kevin taunted, loving how she froze at his surprise attack.

He scribbled up towards her ribs and traced his fingertips between the bones, feeling the woman on top of him begin to shudder.

“Kevin.”

Her beautiful voice was beginning to sputter out heavenly chuckles, making Kevin blush at such a lovely tone entering his ears. “K-kehehevin…”

She laughed into the crook of her neck, her chest shaking with bubbly laughter as his fingers traveled to her back and carefully skittered on the arch and shoulder blades. Her laughter doubled, sounding nearly breathless as she grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Kehehevin, please! H-have mehehercy!” Mrs. Mulberry cried.

Kevin never felt so accomplished making someone so merciless beg for respite.

Either way, she had just tortured him, it was only fair to punish her a little.

“Never!” he announced, skittering his hands down towards the small of her lower back and pinching it between his fingers like a set of the most diabolical nipping teeth. She wheezed and collapsed on top of him in a fit of mirth, covering her mouth as she now laughed uncontrollably.

“Ahahahahahahaha!” He was sure she was an angel, the air was filled with saccharine laughter as he made his way up the dip of her spine, tracing it up and down lightly.

“Coochie coochie coo~” The candyman cooed in her ear, smiling as her laughter seemed to harden and her grip tightened on his shoulders. Kevin was unsure where to go next, he never tickled people that much anyway. It didn’t take long as he saw an opening clear as day, her underarms.

The missus's arms were wrapped around his neck, still chuckling up a storm beneath his touch so he sneakily crept up to it. Suddenly, Kevin dug his fingers into the hollows and began to scratch at it deviously, stunned when she threw her head back to release a shrill cry, revealing her toothy, yet somewhat flustered expression for a moment before burying in his chest again.

“Nohohot thehehere!” His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at that plea, it made him dangerously excited.

“Why not, you aren’t even moving?!” He was right in his hypothesis however, the woman had given him ample access to her body and didn’t even put his arms down as he attacked her presumably worse spot. She still squirmed and seemed embarrassed that he had noticed this and just continued to laugh her heart out.

He kept her there, digging into his ribs, squeezing her love handles, and overall, being merciless until her laughter had turned breathless. Kevin figured she’d learn her lesson and removed his hands from her torso, reeling how she lightly panted at his torment.

“Haha…h-how was that?” The candyman exclaimed, smiling smugly.

“T-that was…” Mrs. Mulberry sounded tired, her breathing slowing down before eventually evening out. “That was fun.”

“Well then, that’s nice to hear.” He gave her a pat on the back, signaling her to move off of him.

A few seconds ticked by, the two of them unmoving.

“So uh, you gonna get off of me?” he asked.

She was quiet at first and then leaned into his ear, “And why should I do that?” she snarled. Kevin could feel the vibrations of her voice and his heart sank. He truly thought that would be the end of it.

He felt her smile against his skin, “You’re quite the tease when you tickle, hm? You had me quite flustered for a moment,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But not quite enough to incapacitate me~”

Kevin felt hands latch onto the sides of his ribcage and squeeze. He had no time to react as she already began to rake her way. Kevin tried to sit up but was still against the couch, pinned down by Mrs. Mulberry. He had nowhere else to go other than wrap his legs around her torso and squeal.

“AhahAHahAha! NahahHAT AGahaHAIN!” Kevin laughed, arching his back and trying to twist away as she began to nibble on his neck and tickle his midsection.

“Oh yes again~” she mimicked, giggling as the candyman squawked under her, hardly struggling to even avoid the tickling. So why not use that to her advantage?

The Brit snuggled deep into the warmth of his neck, snickering oh so slightly when she felt Kevin shiver in panic.

“You love this, you love it when I tickle you to pieces, don’t you? Uhuhu, I love tickling you too. I don’t ever want to stop and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that either, hm?” she knew how much her voice had an effect on him and this was no different; Kevin was grinning wolfishly.

“Noho I dohon’t like it!” Kevin sputtered out, now finally able to grip her wrists. He panted, looking at her to witness the reaction. At first, it was silence, then a gentle chuckle that was barely audible.

Kevin began to panic as his way of restraining her quickly backfired. Mrs. Mulberry grabbed onto his wrists and pushed him back, further until his arms were pinned onto the back of the couch.

“Lying to me was your worst mistake, love~”

He was expecting her to lift her hand and be pinned but was surprised to see that she kept him there, nearly straddling him with how close she was. She wiggled her hand above him, hovering over many spots to seemingly choose from.Kevin panicked, began to kick his legs, and stammer out half-genuine requests of mercy.

“Ihihi didn’t mehean ihihit!” he cried, twisting his body but his wrists were firmly planted against the couch. Mrs. Mulberry only smirked, continuing to get more sinister when she approached and pulled back just to see the candyman’s cute yet panicked expression. With just one hand, she could reduce the man to rubble. And he knew it.

It didn’t take long for her to launch a surprise attack by pretending to attack his ribs but quickly going down to his stomach and shoving her hand under to squeeze at the adorable tummy pudge.

“Coochie coochie coo~ Who’s my ticklish little candyman?”

He arched his back, which proved fatal as that only gave her room to use her entire hand to attach to the lower gut and knead. Kevin belted out hard, boisterous laughter, his chest shaking with wheezes and small giggles in between his few seconds of respite before falling right back into it.

“NoHOhOHO aNhAhayWHERe buHUT tHehERE!” Kevin shrieked, no matter where he squirmed, it only gave her more area to follow.

She smacked her lips together, “Oh poor, Kevin~ Do you want me to tickle you more?” he hated how she'd coo to him like that. But he adored it all at the same time, he felt safe to let out all that goofy laughter spill from his lips, and before he knew it, he had nodded his head.

“Yes? Well, that’s good, my sweet, but where? Here? Or right here?” Mrs. Mulberry traveled to his navel and swirled along his walls, going from slow to fast. She traced the small of his flesh right above his pants, getting him to shudder and chortle to even shoving her hand further into his shirt to claw right below his ribcage.

Either way, Kevin was in stitches, crying all over again as the woman showed no sign of stopping her tickly torment. But what really sealed the deal was when she pulled his shirt up to expose his torso and grabbed onto the sides of his stomach.

This released his wrists from her grasp but was nervous when he tried to move them from their spot and whatever she summoned to keep him there was back, leaving his entire midsection exposed.

He couldn’t take it, being all exposed like this made him hide in the crook of his arm. She softly blew on his stomach, reveling how he squirmed and arched his back.

“Plehehease nohohoho!” He cried, squealing as she continued to tease his bare skin. She squeezed his sides to keep him still and leaned her head down. The candyman quite literally couldn’t take it, especially the ticklish buzz from the kisses she began to pepper, all from his navel to the bottom of his rib cage left him roaring.

“GAAAAHAHAHA, NAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

“*kiss* My my, Kevin, *chu* this tummy of yours *smack* is quite nervy, hm? *mwah*” She was especially bad with her kisses, being oh so gentle with the sensitive skin.

“St-STaHAHAHAP TAHAHLKING!” Her lips were pressed against his belly and her arms were wrapped around his back, giving her full access to speak her honey-coated voice into the sensitive flesh.

Despite the agony he was in, his nonstop thrashing and his pleas were nonexistent with how much he was laughing masking that. His heart sank as she felt her hands grapple his sides, pinning his torso. The candyman knew what this meant and with the last of his strength, shrieked, “Please don’t!” and was relieved to see the lady freeze in her tracks.

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihickle mehehe…” he giggled.

Mrs. Mulberry grinned nice and wide, “Why, that was my plan all along! How did you know, you cheeky sweetie!” she affectionately nuzzled her face into his stomach.

What she said didn’t exactly register until it was too late.

“Thahat’s not whahat I meHEHEEEEEEEEANT!” The scream that ripped from Kevin’s throat was girlish and high-pitched.

The Brit let loose the largest raspberry he had ever received right below his belly button, a sweet spot for the poor candy kid. For the next few moments, Kevin lost his mind in a whirlpool of unfiltered mirth as raspberries were blown all along his stomach. At this point, he couldn’t think straight, all he could think about was how much it tickled. His ridiculous sensitivity didn’t go unnoticed, hearing the small taunts and teases from his tormentor, both complementing and torturing him simultaneously.

But alas, he was reaching his limit yet again, dried tear stains could hardly describe his condition, his eyes continued to waterfall tears over and over again, his hair beyond a mess and a shade of red so deep it looked purple.

“Now I’ll ask one more time, who’s my ticklish little candyman?” she cooed, slowing down her tickles with only light wiggles against his sides. When he took a little too long to answer, she’d knead his stomach until he was mush again.

“IHIHI AHAHAM!” Over and over she did this until Kevin bellowed at last, feeling relieved as her hands left his body and pulled down his shirt.

“That’s right~” Her kind tone had returned and she massaged away the sensations.

Kevin was exhausted, sweat sticking to his skin. She rubbed comforting circles around the sides of his stomach before taking her time to button his work shirt up again.

After a few minutes of comforting rubs, Mrs. Mulberry pulled Kevin in her arms and began to cradle him like a toddler. It was unexpected but he wasn’t complaining, it felt amazing.

She put her English accent to good use, now using it to hum a beautiful melody as she rocked him, it had the noirette slack in her arms already. In the midst of her song, she would stop to momentarily kiss the tip of his nose and forehead, no longer filled with the desire to torment but the need to tranquilize.

He nuzzled his face into her chest, inhaling deeply to fully relax. Kevin blushed, she smelled so nice and he couldn’t help but nuzzle a little deeper. His nostrils were filled with vanilla and rose, the scent only a mother would have. She was petting his soft hair with one hand while holding him with dear affection in her arm.

“H-hey…ma’am?”

“Yes, darling?”

Before he could fall asleep, he slurred out his final words.

“Thank you.”

He passed out, falling limp and in his own sense of tranquility.

Mrs. Mulberry admired his features, threading her fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp.

“You are the most precious, Kevin…”

She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear and everything went black.

…

Kevin woke up the next day to the sun hitting him in the face, the gold brightening the room despite the blindes. He went to stand up from the couch, questioning how he’d gotten here when he clearly remembered heading straight to bed.

The direct contact with his feet to the floor startled the ravenette, he usually had socks on to cover up his-

Looking down to see his paws fully exposed made him remember a wave of memories and it didn’t take long for him to get flustered. He looked around, realizing that his guest had long since departed. He couldn’t help but feel lonely without her, her embrace was so warm. But something shiny had caught the corner of his eye and looked over to see the elegant wine glass she held the night before was sitting there, untouched and gleaming in the sunshine.

Next to it had a bottle of wine, a brand he’d never heard of but it looked expensive. The bottle had a yellow sticky note stuck to it. Kevin peeled it off and read what was on it, before groaning in embarrassment yet grinning.

“Ticklish little candyman”

Mrs. Mulberry

He didn’t mind the new nickname.

✿

Fin~

#sm tickles #oc tickling #lee kevin #ler kevin #lee mrs mulberry #tickle monster #my fic #tickle fic #spooky month #oc #sorry for the late upload been busy with shit #hope you like it cuz I certainly did 😁

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localplaguenurse · 1 year ago

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I am just nosy, forgive me. Can you describe each one of your mutuals?

Buckle up people and prepare to get complimented >:3c

First and foremost, they’re all absolute sweethearts to me.

There are my irl friends, such as @wretchedshade, @granolabird, @siriuscitrus and @scales-of-stardust or beta as I usually refer to them. I share the same braincell with these people.

Wretchedshade has been my best friend since we were ten, we’ve been there for each other for 11 years. I initially got her into anime, and then she got me into jojo, and every once in a while we cry about Doukyuusei again. She’s a great artist and is really good at writing sad shit, which is why I write sad shit; to have the glory of finally making her cry. She kicked cancer’s teeth in a few months ago so it’s about goddamn time something good come her way and I WILL fight someone on that.

Granolabird is the dm for my dnd campaign, and like I said, absolute sweetheart, chaotic adhd haver (actually like most of my friend group is like this lmao we’re all queer and neurodivergent). Either way, we used to share thoughts on each other’s original stories, and we still do sometimes but it’s mostly just sending each other tiktoks/reels like “this you” or “this your oc.”

Siriuscitrus is usually pretty hyper, but also tries to be v considerate of everyone’s feelings. If you said that the McDonald’s employee put pickles on your burger when you said no, they’d probably be the one to tell them. They’re also scarily good at vibechecking people and told me I give “future he/they vibes” and like a week later I said “fuck you’re right oh my god.”

You’ve probably seen me and beta’s interactions on here or in the ao3 comments. We enjoy our like playful rivalry/enemyship. I like to torment tease her and she usually gets me back pretty good, it’s all in good fun. It’s also really funny to me whenever we meet up, I tell myself “you are friends with them for reasons other than fic so do not make it about fic” and then we’ll spend literally hours talking about and brainstorming fic ideas. It just Happens.

I’m also gonna add @memory-mortis into here because while we’ve not met irl I’ve introduced him to my friend group. Yet another sweetheart, love her art style a lot, and she was one of the first comments I got on ginkgo trees to motivate me to keep going. I was kinda worried about bringing him into my friendgroup because like if I’m not overthinking I am not thinking At All. I was super relieved and happy that she like IMMEDIATELY fit in with everyone so :D

For some of my other close but only on tumblr/ao3/outside my general friendgroup mutuals! (There are too many so I’m sorry if you’re not here it’s mostly people I interact with more regularly ;-;)

@crimson-ashes who I have occasionally with absolute love called my “askbox gremlin” because they live in my inbox. I need to stress this is affectionate because genuinely, I love opening tumblr and seeing I’ve got asks from them. They gotta stop posting Astarion though because I’m feeling So Tempted to play BG but I know my laptop would kill itself (joking).

@crystalflygeo and I know I’ve called everyone sweethearts but genuinely, she’s probably one of the sweetest people I’ve had the pleasure of talking to. She’s really wholesome (unlike her writing which is never gonna be a complaint in my book, good soup) and super supportive of other people.

@madamemachikonew who’s super polite and really kind. She’s also really creative/smart when it comes to referencing real world art and philosophy in her writing and integrating it into her own worldbuilding. I would have never thought to have done that, and it makes her writing very unique!

We don’t interact as much but @probably-doesnt-exist, @ethve, @euniveve and @ainescribe are such talented artists and super sweet, have literally made me screech and cackle with utter joy whenever they draw the characters from ginkgo trees. I rotate through which art becomes my phone’s lock/home screens.

This is long af but fuck it, I wanna brighten people’s days and I told myself to say “I love you” to my friends and family more, so consider this one big “I love you!” to y’all. It’s a pleasure talking to y’all!

#ask #I maybe should’ve gone back to bed and answered this later #but screw it #I should maybe go back to sleep though

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popcornpoppypop · 2 years ago

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It Was Funny At The Time

Part 1

Eddie Munson x female!OC

Summary: Eddie and Annie aren't ones to say no to a good time and a good laugh. But sometimes a good laugh has consequences. Now they have tough choices to make.

Warning: Language, abortion, talk of abortion, pregnancy, vomit, drugs, bad parents

Rating: 18+

Author's Note: I have been dabbling with this one for months. It got a bit long so I'm breaking it into two parts. Don't worry, the second part will be posted right after this one. There are no detailed descriptions of abortion. I would like to state that I am not a doctor and my medical knowledge of abortion in the 80s is none and there is surprisingly very little literature on it. If this isn't your thing, fine, just keep your thoughts to yourself.

“You walk into the cold, decrepit throne room. There is a huge, stone throne sitting at the top of crumbling stairs. A figure, cloaked, sits with his head hung low. You can’t see his face, a crown sits lopsided on his head. You hear groaning come from the figure as he starts to sit up. He looks like he’s been through battle after battle, weak and frail. The figure stands on shaky legs before raising a decaying arm up, pointing to your party and letting out a shriek that breaks all the windows. He lifts his head, his hair falling in his face and…we’ll find out next week!” Eddie cackled from his throne.

“What!?!”

“No way!”

“Unfair! Come on man, you gotta tell us!” The group's protest fell on deaf ears as Eddie sat back, arms crossed and a wicked smile on his face.

“I don’t gotta do anything. You’ll have to learn some patience.” He smiled. The room was full of ruckus and chaos as the players all protested and pitched their theories to each other. Everyone except Annie, who had remained rather quiet throughout the evening. No one outside of Eddie seemed to have noticed.

“Everyone get their shit and get out, I got things to do.” Eddie barked.

“How are you so cruel?” Dustin sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s a gift.” Eddie cocked his head smiling. The gang filtered out of the room leaving Eddie and Annie who was quietly packing up her things.

“You know, you usually get pissed when I end on a cliffhanger like that.” Eddie sat on the table in front of her.

“Oh. Um, I guess my mind’s been fuzzy.” Annie said, her voice quiet and frail.

“Hey,what’s going on?” Eddie reached out to grab her hand as she reached for her notebook.

“Nothing…” She shrugged, she did her best to keep her voice from cracking.

“Babe. Those other nimrods might be easy to pull one over on. Not me. Come on, you know you can tell me shit. Whatever is going on can’t be that bad.” Eddie smiled.

“ Eddie…”

“I promise to be cool! When am I not? Don’t bring up examples.” Annie let her head hang, avoiding his eyes.

“You’re going to hate me…” She said, her voice warbling as she started to cry.

“What? No. I doubt there’s anything you could do for me to hate you. Unless…baby…did you-did you cheat on me?” Eddie’s chest heaved as his mind concocted different horrifying scenarios.

“Never! Never! You think I’d do that!?” Annie’s head snapped up, shooting daggers into Eddie as she threw her bag at him. Eddie fell backwards as he caught the heavy backpack.

“Okay! Well, what am I supposed to think!? Babe, you gotta tell me what’s wrong now, because I’m just going to start imagining the worst.”

“I’m…I’m pregnant.” Annie’s lip quivered as she fought the tears. Eddie felt his heart drop to his stomach, he felt the fear racing through his veins

“You’re sure?” was all he could manage to get out.

“Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t have told you unless I knew.” Annie sighed.

“I’m sorry, yeah. I just…When?”

“I had my appointment with the doctor at lunch.”

“Wait. That’s why you left? You said it was the dentist. Shit. Your mom knows then.” Eddie ran a hand through his hair.

“I told you that so I didn’t freak you out if this was nothing. My mom has no idea. I haven’t told her yet.” Annie leaned back in the chair, playing with the ends of her sleeves.

“So…who took you?”

“No one. I went by myself.” Eddie looked at her horrified.

“Annie! You should have said something, I could have taken you! You didn’t need to do that on your own.” He grabbed the seat of her chair, pulling her closer to him.

“I didn’t want to freak you out!” Annie protested.

“But you were freaked out already! You didn’t need to be freaked out alone. I mean…this is my fault too. I was kind of an important part of this issue.” He sighed.

“I think…I think I maybe needed to know by myself, just me. It felt easier to think that way. I wanted to tell you, but I just felt like being alone.” Annie put her hand on his knee.

“I suppose that’s fair. I just hate the thought of you scared and alone.”

“Thank you. Always my knight in shining armor.” Annie let a hint of a smile grace her lips.

“When you let me.When are you telling your mom?” Eddie’s leg bounced.

“Don’t know. We…we need to have a real talk about this first.” She looked up at him with big,wet eyes.

“Has this not been a ‘real talk’? I mean, I don’t know how much more real we can get.”

“We need to decide what we want. I mean, I guess I feel like I already know.” Annie looked to the ground.

“Right. Well, what do you want?”

“We’re just kids still. I still live with my parents, you still live with Wayne. We have dreams and plans, I don’t want to give them up yet. But I wanted to know how you felt before I made any decisions.” Annie leaned forward, elbows resting on her thighs.

“I feel pretty much the same. I don’t think I’m ready to settle down like that yet. It’s too…big. So what do we do now?” Eddie played with his rings.

“ I have to make an appointment. Nowhere in town will do it. My doctor told me about a clinic in Indianapolis that is nice and not super expensive. I have to call them tomorrow, time sensitive situation.”

“Right. How long?”

“What?”

“Like…I can’t remember how to phrase it. How pregnant are you?” Annie couldn’t help the small huff of a laugh that escaped.

“I’m eight weeks. Well, she said eight weeks and six days.”

“So that would have been when?”

“She thinks around March 17th.”

“Oh shit, St.Patrick’s day! Oh shit!” Eddie laughed.

“Yeah maybe we don’t buy the novelty green condoms next year.”

“It didn’t even glow like it was supposed to. I’ll just wear the ‘Kiss me I’m Irish’ shirt you got me.” Eddie laughed.

“Only the shirt, nothing else.”

“Easy tiger, let’s figure out this situation first. Then I’ll fuck your brains out.” Eddie smiled. Annie stood between his legs, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I think that’s a fair arrangement. I should get home.” Annie sighed.

“You want to go home?” Eddie put his hands on her hips.

“No. That house feels so suffocating right now.”

“Tell them you’re staying over with one of the girls. Buckley always covers.”

“You sure? I thought you might want to have some alone time to think.”

“I think better with you around, besides we have it figured out. We’ll call them tomorrow, get the price and set the appointment up. Anyway, I don’t know why, but I just really want to be close to you. I feel…protective I guess.” He shrugged.

“How very caveman of you.” Annie smiled.

“If you weren’t feeling like shit, I’d show you how caveman I can be.” Eddie laughed as he grabbed her ass with both hands.

“Wow, I’ll remember that for later. I’m going to call my mom, meet you at the van.” Annie slipped out of Eddie’s grip as she walked out of the room. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It went far better than she thought it would.

Eddie sat in his van staring blankly out the window, he felt like he had just been on a roller coaster. This was definitely not how he thought the evening was going to go. He was freaking out a little bit. He couldn’t figure out how Annie was so calm about this. He was broken from his thoughts when Annie jumped in the van, closing the door.

“She asked if I wanted to move in with Robin since I’m there more than home.” Annie giggled.

“One day, we’ll get our own place.” Eddie wrapped his arm around her as they drove off.

The next morning, things seemed brighter. Annie woke up, wrapped in Eddie’s arms, the sunlight warming their skin. She nestled into his chest, not wanting to ever leave this moment.

“Nose cold…” Eddie grumbled.

“Sorry.” Annie whispered with a smile as Eddie tightened his grip around her.

“S’okay…like it…” Eddie buried his face in her hair. Annie felt herself start to fall back to sleep as she listened to Eddie’s breathing. It was a pretty much perfect moment. Until it wasn’t as Annie’s stomach started to churn, reminding her of the previous evening's events. She moved to get up, but Eddie’s grip tightened.

“Eddie, let go.”

“No. Stay here.”

“Eddie, I’m serious.” Annie struggled against his grip wondering how he could be so strong when he was half asleep.

“No, it’s too warm to get up.”

“Eddie, I’m going to throw up on you if you don’t let go!” Annie snapped. Eddie let go, his eyes popping open to look up at her confused. Annie bolted out of the room as soon as he let go. She slammed the door to the bathroom open, not caring to close it, and proceeded to empty her stomach into the toilet.

“Shit.” Eddie fumbled out of bed, his foot caught in his blanket, sending him falling to the floor with a loud thud. He untangled himself and wobbled to the doorway when the door to Wayne’s room flew open.

“What in the hell are you kids doing? It is 9am!” He growled.

“Sorry, go back to sleep.” Eddie waved him off as he went to the bathroom.

“She throwing up in there?”

“Yeah, just go back to bed, I got it.” Eddie said. He crouched down next to Annie, rubbing her back as she threw up.

“I’ll get some water…” Wayne growled as he walked to the kitchen. Annie sighed as she lifted her head, flushing the toilet.

“Sorry.” She sat back against the bathtub.

“Why the hell are you apologizing for being sick?” Eddie laughed.

“I woke everyone up.” Annie shook her head.

“Only because I was being an ass.” Eddie sighed.

“Here, sweetheart, drink some. When you’re ready, you two come into the living room. I think y'all might need to tell me some things.” Wayne said, handing Annie the glass and shooting Eddie a look that could kill.

“Well, shit.” Annie sipped her water.

“I mean he’s not an idiot. He was gonna figure it out if you were around enough.” Eddie pulled Annie into his chest.

“I know, but there was a tiny part of me that thought we could get away without anyone knowing.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet and naive of you.”Eddie snorted.

“Right, let’s get this over with.” Annie groaned as she stood up and walked out to the living room, Eddie trailing behind her with his head hung low.

“Sit down.” Wayne pointed to the couch. They sat on the couch, Wayne stood in front of them, tapping his foot.

“Sorry, I woke you up.” Annie said.

“You didn’t wake me up, that clutz did. You better not be apologizing for being sick either.” Wayne crossed his arm with a huff.

“I tripped, it wasn’t on purpose!” Eddie threw his hands in the air.

“So. Who's gonna say it? Go on, out with it.” Wayne barked.

“Annie’s pregnant.” Eddie sighed.

“Right. And how long have you been hiding this from me?”

“I don’t know, like twelve hours? We have a plan.” Eddie said.

“Bull shit. Don’t you start lying to me now, you’re better than that. What the hell is your plan? You’re still kids! Babies raising babies!? I mean, you two are smarter than this!”

“I just found out yesterday. I swear, I didn’t know for sure until like 1pm yesterday!” Annie said, her eyes watering. Wayne looked down at her and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Well shit.”

“We…we aren’t going to keep it.”

“Eddie-”

“It’s okay. He’ll be okay.” Eddie put a hand on Annie’s knee.

“What’d you mean by that exactly?”

“We’re calling a clinic in Indianapolis and getting her set up with an appointment.” Eddie said, straightening his back.

“I want you to say the words, son. I want you to know how heavy they are, I know she does already.” Wayne put his hands on his hips.

“I’m driving her to Indianapolis to get…an abortion. I’m going to pay for it too.”

“No, Eddie, I can’t let you do that-”

“Oh yes you can and you will. He’ll be paying for his mistakes.” Wayne snorted.

“It was my mistake too.” Annie protested.

“And you’ll have your own price to pay, sweetheart. This will be harder on you than him, least he can do is pay for it.” Annie looked at her feet in the carpet. She knew he was right. She hadn’t stopped thinking about what it would be like after everything was said and done.

“It’s only fair.” Eddie rubbed her back.

“Damn right. Well, at least I know I raised you somewhat right. I’m sorry you two had to learn this lesson the hard way. You tell your parents yet?”

“No. They won’t be as kind as you. I was hoping to get everything taken care of without them knowing.” Annie admitted.

“Yeah, I can see them not taking this so well. It’s your choice, but I think you should tell them. Your mom at least. I know telling you two to keep the door open ain’t going to stop you from finding secret corners, but for god sake don’t let this happen again. I’m going back to bed. You two call that clinic now and then you,” Wayne points to Eddie. “Are going to the store and getting saltines and ginger tea and whatever the hell she wants. You know where my wallet is.” Wayne waved them off as he went back to his room.

“That went better than I thought.” Eddie sighed.

“Yeah, it could have been worse. I’m going to call the clinic, can I use the phone in your room?”

“Yeah of course. You want me to stay out here?”

“I kind of want to talk to them alone. Is that alright?”

“Shit yeah. You do what you want. I’m going to go to the store before Wayne starts throwing things at me.”

Eddie stood staring at the different crackers in front of him. All the same, all different. He couldn’t help thinking about everything, wondering if they were making the right choice. Was he even supposed to be thinking like this? I mean, everyone would say it’s for the best. He grabbed a blue package, blue was Annie’s favorite color.

When Eddie pulled into the driveway Annie was sitting on the front steps looking sullen. He didn’t want to get out of the van, afraid there was bad news awaiting him. He knew if he asked she would spare him, but he wouldn’t make her deal with this alone. He tried not to be an asshole, tried not to be his father.

“Bit cold out here, you supposed to be cold or is that bad?” Eddie shrugged, bags in hand.

“Does it matter?”

“Good point.”

“I thought you were just getting crackers and tea? Why does it look like you bought the whole store?” Annie laughed.

“Oh,I bought tea and crackers. But I was standing in the check out line and this woman made some joke about a rough night. I said I had a girlfriend with a rough morning and she started listing off all these things to help with the puke.” Eddie smiled like a kid who got a good grade.

“That was nice of her. Nice of you.” Annie paid more attention to her feet than what Eddie was saying.

“Hey. What’d they say?”

“Well, they can get me in next friday.”

“That’s perfect! You can have the weekend off to recover and shit.”

“Eddie, they said it was going to be five hundred dollars.” Annie said, tears threatening to spill. Eddie nearly dropped the groceries on the gravel.

“Oh. Right. I guess that makes sense…” He moved to sit next to her.

“I have two hundred saved up. But that’s all I got.” She sniffled.

“I’ll go to Rick, he’ll have some merchandise for me to push. I’ll figure it out. I’ll make it happen.” Eddie told her.

“I don’t like you going to him, you know that.”

“What choice do we have?”

“I’ll tell my parents. Maybe they’ll help.”

“No. Nope. I’ve seen what they do to you when they’re upset. I’m not letting that happen. I’m going to fix this and we’ll be fine. End of story.” Eddie went into the trailer putting the groceries away.

“Alright, son.”

“Holy shit Wayne! Why the hell are you sneaking around scaring the shit out of me like that!” Eddie jumped sending a few boxes of tea and mint cookies flying to the floor.

“I heard you two. You really are loud, ya know that.”

“Sorry.”

“I agree with her, she’s a smart girl. I don’t like you going to the drug lord.” Wayne sighed.

“I don’t think Rick counts as a drug lord. Anyway, I’m not going to leave her to go to her parents, you saw what they did to her when she failed algebra. It’s all I can do right now and we need it by friday!” Eddie growled, frustration at everything coming pouring out of him.

“Hey, easy. I know that. I can swing it.”

“What? No. I can’t ask you to do that, it’s not fair to you.”

“I ain’t going to sit here and watch you two kids struggle for no good reason. This world is often unfair, especially to people like us. I want you to do bigger things than me. I want her to do the same, she’s far too good for this town and so are you. You’re going to let me help, I want to help.” Wayne put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie threw his whole body into the older man, grabbing on like he was his life jacket.

“Thank you…” Eddie’s voice cracked.

“It’s alright, son. You’ll be alright.” Wayne stroked Eddie’s hair, a gesture that only Wayne and Annie were permitted to do.

“I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“I ain’t worried about that. Go let Annie know so she can stop worrying out there.” Wayne said as he walked back into his room.

“Hey.” Eddie sat next to Annie on the steps. Her eyes were red and puffy. Eddie wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I wish I could have a cigarette right now, I have never wanted one so badly.” She gave a half hearted chuckle.

“Well, I mean I won’t tell if you don’t.” Eddie laughed.

“I don’t know. I feel like I should still follow the rules. I know this will be over on friday, but still.”

“Up to you babe. Wayne’s gonna help. I’ll pay him back eventually. I just don’t want you worrying about that. You got enough to worry about.”

“Thank you Eddie. I want you to know, I didn’t expect all this of you. I wouldn’t put that on you.”

“I’m always going to make sure you’re okay. Especially if it’s because I was being an idiot.”

“You didn’t do this on purpose. Neither of us did.”

“Yeah, but I was the one who thought a green dick would be funny and here we are.”

“It was a little funny. Less so right now, but at the time it was pretty funny.” Annie giggled. Eddie looked down at her with a smile. He knew she was it for him, he was done for completely. He was perfectly okay with it.

If there was one thing Eddie Munson was known for, it was his reckless driving. He was a terror on the streets, most people knew to watch out for his van. This Monday morning however, Eddie Munson was driving like a grandma. He was getting honked at and flipped off by the passing vehicles.

“Eddie, babe, what is going on? You are driving like an idiot right now.” Annie laughed.

“This stupid town doesn’t fix it’s roads, full of potholes! I didn’t want to hit and like…jostle you.”

“Jostle me? What do you think is going to happen?You’ll hit a pothole and the fetus will shoot out of me? Not how it works.” Annie laughed.

“No! No, I know that. I just didn’t want to hurt you. There’s like a whole new mass in your body, don’t they like squish your organs and stuff?”

“That doesn’t happen until later. I’ll be fine, promise. Please step on the gas or we’ll be late to class.”

“Fine, but if we hit a pothole and you’re sick all over my van I’ll never forgive you.” Eddie huffed as he sped down the road toward Hawkins High. School was always a daunting venture, but now with this secret hovering over them it felt even worse.

“Just, come get me if you need me. I don’t care if it’s the middle of class.” Eddie leaned against the locker next to Annie’s.

“I’ll be okay. If anything happens, I’ll come find you. I promise.” Annie leaned up and kissed him before running off to her first class. The day went relatively smoothly, the exception being a pop quiz in history. Lunch came around and Annie was thankful for the break, not to mention she was starving. She walked into the cafeteria and felt arms wrap around her.

“How bad was it?” Eddie hummed in her ear.

“Pop quiz in history. Other than that smooth sailing.”

“Alright, but if you want to ditch, just give me a heads up. Go sit down, I’ll grab your lunch.” Eddie pushed her towards the hellfire club table.

“Annie! Perfect! I got a question!” Dustin jumped in his seat as she sat down.

“What you could possibly want from me now, Dustin?”

“I was talking to this guy in my class and he said that girls can like smell really well on their period. Is it true? Can you?” Dustin leaned forward, the rest of the boys did as well.

“Oh my god! You guys have got to interact with girls sometimes. No it’s not true? What the hell kind of question is that?”

“I don’t know it just seems like something that could be true, like from when we had to survive in the wild or something.” Dustin shrugged.

“That doesn’t even make sense.” Annie crossed her arms. Eddie came over to the table putting two trays down.

“Your lunch m’lady.” Eddie smiled.

“It makes total sense! So you could like smell your enemy or wolves or something!”

“But why would it only happen during my period?”

“Wait, what?” Eddie looked between them.

“You’re more vulnerable?” Dustin shrugged. Annie went to argue more, but the smell of the school lasagna hit her full force and her body was revolting against it.

“Oh no!” She groaned as she ran from her seat and out the side door of the cafeteria.

“Shit!” Eddie grumbled as he ran after her.

“Gotta be on her period. It doesn’t smell that bad today.” Dustin nodded to Mike. Annie hunched over, hands plastered to the brick as she vomited in the grass.

“I’m sorry, baby! I thought lasagna would be okay.” Eddie huffed as he ran up next to her.

“S’okay..” Annie groaned as she grabbed onto his arm to steady herself.

“You okay? You want to go home?”

“I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Let’s just go sit down.” Annie sighed as they walked back into the lunch room. Eddie immediately grabbed the offending tray and threw it on another table.

“You got the flu or something?” Mike asked.

“Something like that.” Annie sighed, resting her head in her hands.

“If it’s the flu you should go home, I don’t want to catch it.” Dustin scooted slightly down the bench.

“I won’t give it to you, I promise.” Annie sighed.

“You sure you don’t want to go home and lay down? You look pale.” Eddie rubbed her back.

“I think I’ll go see if the nurse can give me anything. My head feels a little off.” Annie groaned as she stood up.

“You want me to come with?” Eddie asked.

“No, I’ll be fine. Eat your lunch.” She squeezed his shoulder as she left.

“Dude, you going to start following her to the bathroom next?” Mike snorted.

“Shut up, Wheeler.” Eddie threw a green bean at him.Annie was fumbling down the hall, her head was swimming. She thought that maybe she was dehydrated. She just had to get to the nurse and she would let her lay down with fluids for a bit. She tripped over her feet, catching herself on a few lockers. She wasn’t going to make it. She saw Lucas walking past and grabbed onto him.

“Annie? You look bad.” Lucas said, holding her up.

“I’m fine. I just need you to get Eddie for me.” She said, straightening herself up.

“Maybe we should go to the nurse first?”

“I want Eddie. Please, Lucas. I’ll be fine.” Annie said as she started to walk again.

“I’ll get him I guess.” He sighed, turning to walk back to the lunchroom. He turned just in time to see Annie collapse to the ground. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she passed out on the tile floor. Lucas cursed under his breath as he ran past the art room skidding to a stop.

“Max! Max, I need you to go get the nurse! Annie passed out!” He yelled at the redhead before running toward the lunchroom.

“Wait! What!?” Max ran out into the hallway and saw Annie on the ground. She ran over to her, unsure what to do.

“Eddie! Eddie, come quick!” Lucas shouted as he ran into the lunchroom. Eddie’s head whipped around as Lucas ran up to him.

“Where’s the fire Sinclair?”

“Annie, she passed out in the hallway, told me to get you.” Lucas panted. Eddie jumped out of his seat running out of the room. He felt like his feet were working against him, he felt like he was running in slow motion. She was lying on the cold floor, it made his chest feel tight.

“Shit! Shit!” He yelled as he skidded on his knees next to her. He took her face in his hands.

“Baby!? Annie!?” He shook her shoulders.

“What’s wrong with her?” Max asked.

“I gotta get her to the nurse.” Eddie took her in his arms lifting off the ground. He did his best to run with her in his arms, luckily the nurse wasn’t too far. He kicked the door in, the poor middle aged woman nearly jumped out of her skin.

“What is going on!?” She shouted as she jumped up, leading them over to a cot.

“She passed out. She threw up at lunch.” Eddie huffed.

“Has she been sick lately?” The nurse started taking vital signs. Eddie looked up to see a gaggle of teens in the doorway.

“Out!” He growled as he slammed the door shut.

“Mr.Munson, calm down.”

“She’s pregnant. 8 weeks or a little more than that. I don’t know how that shit works. She had…she throws up in the morning, not just the morning but all the time. I can get her to keep like crackers and ginger ale down but that's it. She found out last friday.” Eddie said in all one breath.

“Oh. I see.” the nurse cleared her throat.

“You can’t tell her parents. They’ll beat the shit out of her if you do.”

“Relax Mr.Munson. She’s eighteen. I can’t tell her parents any health issues without her permission. When was the last time she ate?”

“She had some scrambled eggs for breakfast. But she just threw those up.”

“Eddie?” Annie croaked as she tried to sit up.

“I’m right here, just lay down. You passed out, baby.” He stroked the hair from her face.

“Annie, Eddie told me what’s been going on. I’m going to test your blood sugar, alright?” The nurse brought over the blood glucometer.

“Okay. Did everyone see?”

“No, just Lucas and the gang. But they’re just worried.” Eddie told her. The nurse poked one of Annie’s fingers causing her to hiss.

“Sorry hun, should have warned you. Looks like your blood sugar is very low.” The nurse tutted. She went over to her desk and pulled out a jello cup and handed it to her.

“You have a jello drawer?” Annie looked confused.

“I do. I want you to eat this and drink a cup of water. Before you go home for the day.”

“I don’t think I can stomach it…”

“You gotta try. I know it’s hard right now. But you have to do everything you can to keep food in your system.” The nurse said, handing her the jello and a bottle of water.

“Come on, we’ll take it one bite at a time.” Eddie said, taking the jello and scooping some on to the spoon. Eddie spooned the jello into Annie’s mouth.

“I hate jello…” Annie sighed as she forced it down.

“I know. But you gotta do it.” He said feeding more jello to her. A tear slipped down her face, she hoped he didn’t notice.

“When you’ve finished, you need to go straight home and rest. I highly recommend calling your doctor. They may need to put you on medication for the morning sickness.” The nurse explained.

“Thank you. I’ll think about it.” Annie wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“Just a couple more bites, then we’ll go home.” Eddie sighed as he held the spoon to her lips. He hated to see her so upset, knowing he was a factor in the cause of it.

“I expect you to drop her off at her house and return to school, Mr.Munson.” The nurse huffed.

“Of course! I wouldn’t dream of missing a second of home economics! Such valuable knowledge! I would be bereft.” Eddie’s dramatics made Annie smile. She finished the jello and down the water bottle and the nurse finally let them leave.

“I just want to go to bed for a year.” Annie huffed.

“Okay, you’re the boss. Bed for a year it is.” Eddie smiled as they walked out of the room. They were met by a gaggle of teens all asking different questions at once.

“Hey! Shut the hell up!” Eddie barked at them.

“Be nice, they’re just being concerned.” Annie smacked Eddie’s chest, her muscles so weak it barely felt like anything.

“She’s fine, we’re going home. That’s all you need to know.” Eddie nodded as he turned, arm firmly wrapped around Annie’s waist, and led them out of the school. They made it all the way to Eddie’s trailer and when he put the van in park Annie jumped out and started vomiting pink goo all over his little lawn.

“Shit! Damn!” Eddie fumbled out of his car as he ran over to hold her hair back, dancing slightly to avoid any ricochet of neon pink bile.

“What the hell are you- Oh damn.” Wayne burst out of the trailer ready to give them a piece of his mind until he saw the state of Annie. She spit the remaining rancid spit from her mouth, tears running down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry! I ruined your lawn, I’m sorry!”She sobbed.

“Hey, it’s not ruined. It’s fine, baby, please don’t cry. It’s alright!” Eddie wrapped her up in his arms, she sobbed into his chest. Annie was always a very level headed person. She wasn’t cold but she didn’t cry at the drop of a hat. Eddie could count the times she cried in front of him on one hand. Most of them were during a movie. This was new, this was scary.

“I-I ruined everything!” She cried.

“What? Annie, you could never ruin anything. Come on, let’s get you inside.” Eddie looked up at Wayne with big scared eyes as he led her up the stairs and into the trailer. He got her settled in bed with the promise of hot tea on it’s way.

“She alright?” Wayne asked as he sipped his coffee at the counter.

“I think so, I don’t know.” Eddie sighed, shaking his head he put the kettle on the stove.

“This isn’t going to be easy, even after everything is finished.”

“She passed out today. Lucas told me he found her passed out, I thought I was going to pass out! I saw her on the floor…it was awful.”Eddie leaned on the counter, head hung low.

“She passed out? What’d the nurse say?” Wayne put his mug down, sitting up straighter.

“Low blood sugar. Made her eat jello, hence the pink vomit. Told her to call the doctor. I don’t think she will.”

“She needs to if she’s fainting, damn. I was hoping this would at least go smoothly for you two.” Wayne sighed.

“I can’t…I can’t stand it…her being sick like this, upset like this and it’s my fault! I was so stupid and now she’s gotta deal with all this bullshit!” Eddie threw the plastic cup on the counter into the sink, wanting to destroy something, knowing Wayne would have his head if he actually broke something.

“Easy, son. You can’t completely blame yourself here. There was no way of knowing it would be this bad for her either.” Wayne came around the counter, putting his hands on Eddie’s shoulders.

“No, it’s my fault. I thought it’d be funny to use the green condoms. I..it’s my fault.” Eddie’s face was red.

“Well…okay then. Maybe not the best choice there. But this was a team effort in stupidity. Make her tea, that’s all you can do for now.”

Eddie brought the steaming mug into his room, putting it gently on the side table. Annie had fallen asleep, her head nuzzled into his pillow. She looked peaceful, she was so beautiful. Eddie never really understood how a girl like her fell for a guy like him. She always told him that broken people flock together. Something about the cracks made them fit together better. He wanted to crawl in and wrap himself over her, consume her entirely and just become a part of her for a while. But she needed rest and he snored. He walked back into the kitchen and picked up the phone dialing the number in Annie’s handwriting.

“What’re you doing?” Wayne asked.

“I don’t know.” Eddie shrugged.

“Women Now, this is Jennifer, how may I assist you?” The cheery voice came as a shock to Eddie, expecting a sullen, overworked employee.

“Oh, uh, hi. My-my girlfriend has an appointment for Friday, I was just wondering if there was any way to make it sooner?” Eddie stammered.

“I’m sorry sir, but I would need her to call and ask that.”

“Right, no that makes sense. She’s not able to right now, but could you just tell me if there was any availability sooner? I can have her call when she wakes up.”

“Unfortunately, there isn’t. We book up fairly quickly, I’m afraid.”

“Okay, yeah. It’s just she's sick, like really sick, and-and I don’t know if she’ll be worse by Friday.”

“I understand. There isn’t anything I can do.”

“No, that can’t be it though. She passed out today, she can’t keep food in her stomach! She needs to get this done with! She’s sick, please!”

“Eddie, hang up the phone.” Wayne put a hand on his shoulder.

“No! No! I fucked this up, I’m fixing it! She needs to come earlier, I’m not going to watch her get worse!”

“All I can do is call you if a cancellation happens. I’m sorry. Is this a good number to reach you or her?” Eddie brought the phone back, ready to punch it into the wall until Wayne grabbed it from him, pushing Eddie into the counter.

“Yes, this is good number to call. I’m sorry ma’am. Thank you.” Wayne hung up the phone.

“What do I do!? I don’t know how to fix it!” Eddie cried, Wayne grabbed hold of him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Nothing you can do about it right now. You just take care of her the best you can. She’ll be okay. It’s okay to make mistakes, Eddie. You’re human, it’s going to happen. You didn’t get her into anything she didn’t know could happen. She’s a smart girl, she knew the risks. Stop blaming yourself.” Eddie buried his face in Wayne’s shoulder. He felt so small. He hadn’t cried like this since he was in middle school. Wayne would pick him up from school, battered and bruised, he would hold him in the car until he finished crying and they could go get ice cream. A regular occurrence for them unfortunately.

“I-I love her, Wayne. I really do and it fucking kills me to see her like this. I’m afraid this is going to change her, in a bad way.”

“She ain’t gonna be the same, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. You won’t be either.” Wayne crossed his arms.

“I don’t know if I like that.” Eddie sighed.

“Well, you ain’t got much of a choice in that. Just use this as a lesson. Maybe it’s time to grow up a little bit. Just a little.”

“I guess I thought I could push it off a while longer. Maybe you’re right.”

“Son, I’m always right.” Wayne laughed, shaking Eddie’s shoulders.

“Shut up.” Eddie smiled.

“I gotta give credit where it’s due. You have stepped up through all this, been doing your best to speak up for her when she can’t. I’m proud of you.” Wayne gave Eddie’s back a pat. Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes, he felt like he was fumbling the whole thing and yet Wayne was proud of him.

“Thank you, Wayne.” Eddie hugged his uncle hard until the older man let out a groan. He let go and went back to his room. Annie was sitting up in bed sipping her tea.

“You’re really loud you know?” Annie smiled.

“Oh shit. How much did you hear?” Eddie groaned as he sat next to her on the bed.

“Most of it after you yelled at the clinic receptionist.” Annie opened her arms, signaling him to fall into her. Eddie collapsed on top of her, his head buried in her neck. The smell of her shampoo made him sigh. He had started using the same shampoo, deciding girl shampoo smelled better and he didn’t want to smell like whatever the hell ‘musk’ was.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s alright. I had a bad dream anyway.”

“You okay?”

“Fine. I’m more interested in talking about how you think I might change for the worse?” Annie shifted down, forcing Eddie to face her.

“I…I just never see you cry like that. It makes me worried that I may have had a hand in taking your spark away.” Eddie ran a hand over his face as he flopped over on the bed.

“My spark?” Annie laughed.

“Yeah! The way your face lights up, all the bad jokes you tell, the way you commit to doing the voices in D&D. You know? Your spark. I don’t want to be the one who makes you depressed.” Eddie looked over to her, his big brown eyes threatening to spill over with tears.

“Oh. You think I’m depressed. I mean, I have a lot of feelings rushing around my weird little brain right now. Some of them might be sad, but I think it’s normal. But, this is part of it Eddie. Hormones? I just feel extra right now. I will for a little while. You’re probably going to see me cry a lot from now on.”

“I don’t want you to cry ever.”

“Well, that’s just unreasonable. What if I’m so filled with happiness that you graduate that I cry?” Annie smirked.

“I think I’ll cry that day too.” Eddie huffed. Annie wrapped herself around him, laying her head on his chest.

“I promise to tell you if I’m not okay. But you have to promise too.”

“I promise.”

“Good. No more yelling at poor receptionists, got it?” Annie smacked his arm.

“Okay, okay!” Eddie laughed.

“What are we going to tell everyone? They’ll demand an explanation.” Annie sighed.

“They can demand all they want. We don’t gotta tell them shit. We’ll just say you were sick. End of story.” Eddie’s grasp of Annie grew tighter.

“And when you tell them no D&D this weekend?”

“Shit. Well, I’ll be taking care of you. That’s it.”

“Then they’ll be more curious!”

“Well, what’s your idea?”

“We could tell them the truth? They’re pretty good at secrets.”

“I don’t know, it might be too much for them. Seems dangerous expanding the number of people who know.”

“Yeah maybe. I don’t like lying to them.” Annie sighed.

“It’s not lying, you’re sick. I will be taking care of you.”

“Yeah….” There was a heavy silence.

“Fine. If this is what you want we can tell them.” Eddie groaned.

“Only if they really pry.”

“We can skip tomorrow if you want?” Eddie ran his finger through her hair.

“We’ll see how I feel in the morning. I have work at Family Video tomorrow afternoon, so maybe.” Annie yawned.

“Call off, we’ll watch Alien and you can maybe even get me to watch Splash with you.”Annie sat up quickly looking down at Eddie with a big grin.

“You’ll watch Splash with me?” Her voice was excited and high pitched.

“Yeah, just this once, since you feel like shit.” Eddie laughed, crossing his arms.

“Okay, but I have to go to work. I can’t get fired.” Annie laid down.

“I feel like you would have to do a hell of a lot to get fired, but fine.” Eddie rolled over, grabbing Annie and folding himself over and around her.

True to his word, once the morning had settled and Annie was finished throwing up for the moment, they settled in and watched Splash. Eddie fell asleep fifteen minutes in.

“How do you get any sleep next to him?” Wayne asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“It’s not usually this bad. I think the sitting up makes it worse.” Annie giggled.

“You’re a stronger person than I am. I’d have kicked him out by now if I had to listen to that all the time.” Wayne smiled.

“You can’t hear him through the walls?”

“I got ear plugs when you two started dating. I didn’t need to hear nothing from his room.” Annie’s face got red.

“I try to make him be respectful.”

“Uphill battle, I know I’ve been living it for years. Don’t think twice about it, darling. How are you doing today?” Wayne sat at the counter.

“Oh, well, only threw up twice this morning. So, could be worse.” Annie sighed.

“Just a few more days, you’ll be alright.” Wayne nodded.

“Yeah…” Annie crossed her arms looking away.

“Now, what’s that look for?”

“I’m just nervous. I don’t…do well with medical stuff. It makes me nervous and this will be the most…invasive procedure I’ve had.” Annie picked at the beds of her nails.

“I see. Well, if it helps you’ll be high as a kite when it happens. He’ll be there too. You know him, he’s good at defusing tension at least.” Wayne snorted.

“Yeah, after he causes it.” Annie laughed. Eddie stirred next to her.

“Did Tom Hanks make out with the fish yet?” Eddie cleared his throat as he stretched.

“Movie was over an hour ago. Just watching Alf reruns now.” Annie smiled.

“Oh. Shit. Well, I liked the opening credits.” Eddie smiled.

“You’re such an ass.” Annie shook her head.

“You love my ass.” Eddie growled as he threw himself on top of Annie, causing her to yelp.

“Hey now! At least wait until I leave!” Wayne grumbled as he quickly grabbed his lunch and ran out the door.

“You know that means I have to get going too.” Annie sighed.

“Or don’t and I can show you a really good time here.” Eddie waggled his eyebrows.

“Do you want to drive me or can I take my car?” Annie got up and grabbed her bag.

“I’ll drive, it’s wet out.” Eddie groaned as he grabbed his keys and opened the door. They hopped in the van and peeled out of the trailer park, gravel flying in their wake.

“Just…if you need me to come get you, call me. Don’t go fainting again, especially if I’m not there. If you need to sit down and drink your juice, just tell Buckely. She’ll punch Harrington if he says no.” Eddie parked the car out front of the video store.

“I can handle it, Eddie! Steve will let me drink my juice, I don’t know why you think he wouldn’t.” Annie shook her head.

“Still. Take it easy, please.”

“I don’t think it gets much easier than stacking VHS tapes, babe.” Annie kissed his cheek and jumped out of the car.

“You two are so gross.” Robin mocked throwing up as Annie walked in.

“You make out with Vicky all the time and none of us do that.” Annie cocked an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but you make out with him all the time.” Robin trailed behind Annie as she made her way to the breakroom.

“What can I say? He’s hot, I’m hot. Hot people make out.” She shrugged.

“How do you get enough oxygen to your brain? Like, you could be putting those lungs to good use breaking world records in diving or something.”

“What? No, I hate fish.” Annie cringed as she grabbed her vest.

“Robin! I asked you to organize the thrillers like twenty minutes ago.” Steve came in looking exhausted with Robin already.

“And I will! I am having a very important and scientific discussion right now.” Robin stuck her tongue out at him.

“Somehow I doubt that. Annie, when you’re clocked in can you start unloading the order? We got some more candy in, be careful it’s heavy.” Steve grabbed the clipboard off the wall to start taking inventory.

“Oh. I…um I can’t.” Annie punched her card in the machine, avoiding eye contact.

“What? Why?” Robin looked at her confused.

“I’ve just not been feeling very well and I think the effort of picking up a heavy box might make me vomit all over the floor.” Annie crossed her arms.

“You’re sick? Are you okay? Wait, why the hell did you come in if you’re sick! Dammit, now I’m going to get it!” Steve threw his arms up.

“What is with you and Dustin convinced you’re going to catch everything? Anyway, I’m fine, I just don’t want to potentially vomit.”

“So it’s not the flu then? What is it? Is that why you left during lunch the other day?” Robin poked at Annie more. She sighed and looked at her shoes.

“Now you’re scaring me, Annie.” Steve crossed his arms.

“I’m going to tell you, only because it might affect my job and I still might be sore on Monday, I don’t know. But you have to promise not to tell anyone. My mother doesn’t even know.”

“I hate that bitch, I’d never tell her anything. I promise.” Robin nodded.

“I promise, just tell us.” Steve sighed.

“I am pregnant, but I’m not keeping it. We’re going up to Indianapolis on Friday for my appointment. And I have seen a doctor, however the so-called morning sickness seems to be constant and when I exert myself too much I spew my guts out. I would like to avoid that, so I won’t move those boxes today.” Annie watched as the information digested in their systems.

“Holy shit…” Robin whispered.

“Okay. Um…okay. Well, yeah don’t touch those boxes. Don’t worry about inventory. In fact why don’t you just finish up some paperwork back here, that way you can sit and relax. Shit. Munson’s taking you?”

“Eddie is taking me, yes. I can still do things, Steve. Just not heavy lifting.”

“You really have to go all the way to Indianapolis?” Steve asked.

“Yeah. No clinics around her will do it.”

“You’re staying in a hotel then?”

“No, we’re driving back the same day.”

“What!? No way. I’ll book you a hotel, you shouldn’t be thrown around that van after something like that.”

“Steve, stop throwing money at people’s problems.” Robin chimed in.

“We’ll be fine. It’s only a couple of hours. I’ll be on drugs, I’ll sleep most of it.”

“Still. Wait. So, when Henderson said you passed out yesterday, you actually passed out? He wasn’t being overdramatic?”

“Oh. Yeah. I’m having a hard time keeping food in my system. Blood sugar got low, I was fine.”

“Annie! Oh my god! That’s crazy, why didn’t you tell me!?” Robin grabbed Annie by the shoulders.

“I didn’t want to worry anyone and we were trying to keep the number of people who know to a minimum. Besides, I’ve already got to calm Eddie down, I didn’t want to deal with your hysterics too.” Annie pushed past them and out into the store.

“Of course Eddie is freaking out. That boy is the human embodiment of drama.” Robin snorted.

“That is hilarious coming from the human embodiment of anxiety.” Annie laughed. Robin looked taken aback.

“He’s being good…to you?” Steve squirmed, unsure how to phrase what he wanted to say.

“Eddie is taking very good care of me, not that he should have to. But he is letting me stay with him and he’s paying for the whole thing. Well, his uncle is, but you get it.”

“Okay, good. Won’t have to hate him then.” Robin smiled.

“He makes me tea and holds my hair while I vomit. He’s handling this very well. Just the odd episode of panic. But he already had those.” Annie shrugged as she started sorting through the returns.

“He has his own unique way of handling stressful situations is about all that can be said.” Steve shook his head.

“So, spill. What was he actually like when you told him?” Robin sat on the counter next to Annie’s piles.

“I mean, he was shocked like I was. He actually kept it pretty together. I think he’s letting it out a little at a time.”

“Who else knows?” Steve leaned against the counter.

“Just his uncle. It was kind of hard to hide it from him with all the vomiting. But he’s been really nice about it.”

“I can’t believe he’s paying for your abortion! That’s like…I think my parents would have sent me to like a convent for the rest of my life. You lucked out.” Robin laughed.

“Yeah. I thought he’d have my head, but he’s just been helping us left and right. It’s nice. It…it I don’t know. I just know if I had told my parents it wouldn’t have ended the way it did with Wayne.” Annie shook her head.

“Yeah. But you got a happy ending. You don’t need to worry about it.” Robin put her hand on Annie’s shoulder.

“I know. But I wish I could have gone to my mom. I could use a woman’s experience right now. I don’t know what’s normal or not. I’m just winging it.”

“Yeah, I get that. You just have to get to Friday. Then it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know. It’s weird, I get this sinking feeling when I think about it.” Annie sighed.

“What? Like you don’t want to do it?” Steve crossed his arms, a confused look on his face.

“No. Not like that. I know it’s for the best, it’s the right choice. It’s just…technically I’m a mother right now. It’s weird to think about it like that because it’s literally just cells, doesn’t even have a face yet. I think this is probably gonna change me permanently.”

“Have you told Eddie this?” Robin hopped down from the counter.

“Not everything. I don’t want to scare him. I don’t think I could handle it if he left.”

“Fat chance of that happening. You got Munson wrapped around your finger!” Steve snorted.

“He is not wrapped around my finger. He is free to do what he wants.”

“Right, so that isn’t his van parked across the street and he hasn’t been watching you ever since you came in.” Steve pointed to the van outside. Annie looked over shocked to see that Eddie’s van was in fact parked across the street.

“I’ll be back.” Annie growled as she ran out of the store. She made her way across the street walking towards the van. She saw Eddie’s eyes grow wide when he saw her marching towards him and ducked out of view. Annie knocked on the window, trying not to laugh at Eddie’s crouched form.

“I can see you.” Annie sighed. Eddie popped up giving her a nervous smile as he rolled the window down.

“Hey! I was just relaxing. I felt a little tired when I dropped you off and thought it was better to have a nap then drive home sleepy.” He nodded.

“Right. I’ll need a better story than that, big guy.” Annie smiled.

“I just…I started to drive away and then I got this nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. I barely even registered I turned around until I was parked here. God, I look so creepy right now.” Eddie hung his head.

“Yeah, it’s kinda creepy. But in a caring way if we’re going to put a positive spin on it.”

“I’ll go, I’m sorry. I know you’ll be fine, I trust you to take care of yourself and all that shit. I don’t know, I think I’m going a little crazy.” Eddie rubbed his eyes.

“I know, me too.”

“What?”

“I feel like I’m going crazy too. I have too much to think about, but I can’t get it organized. I’m crying at the drop of a hat and all I want to do is eat but I can’t because I’ll just spew my guts out. I mean, we’re technically parents, that’s crazy.” Annie rested her arms on the window frame. Eddie looked down at her with a shocked and confused face.

“What’d you just say?”

“I just said like eight different things.”

“We’re technically parents? I guess I never thought about it like that.” Eddie’s voice grew small.

“Like it or not, you are a father at this moment, Eddie. I’m a mother. The difference is on Friday you won’t be anymore, but I will always be one. I’ll have to put it on medical forms when I go to the doctor that I have been pregnant before, I’m in a new category.” Annie wiped her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“I guess I’m lucky I never had to think about it like that. I never even thought about the fact that I’m…a father right now. All this would be over for me on friday, you have to live with this forever. This sucks.” Eddie groaned.

“Yeah. Can I be honest with you about something?” Annie looked up at him with watery eyes.

“Wish you would.”

“I keep thinking…what if, years from now, I look back and think I made a mistake.” Annie quickly wiped the stray tear that had escaped. Eddie climbed out of the car and wrapped her in his arms.

“I keep thinking the same thing.” He rested his head on her shoulder.

“I know, I can’t raise a baby right now. I’m just a kid. But what if for whatever reason this is the only chance I get?” Annie sobbed.

“It won’t be. One day, very far away, we’ll be old enough and I’ll be a rich rockstar and you’ll be a famous author and we’ll have our babies.” Eddie sighed.

“You think we’ll be together for that long?”

“Baby, you are stuck with me until the end of damn time.” Eddie laughed. Annie squeezed him hard.

“I think I like that future.”

“Me too. You go back to work, I’ll stop stalking you.” Eddie kissed her forehead.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” She kissed his cheek and ran back across the road. Steve and Robin acted like they were busy with something and not like they had just been watching the whole time.

“Hey, you two shouldn’t join drama school any time soon.” Annie shook her head.

“I don’t know what you could mean!” Robin acted shocked.

“Just fix the thrillers, Buckley. Oh! You have to cover for me until Monday at least. Not that my parents even register my existence.” Annie went back to organizing the returns.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanart #eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #abortion #pro choice

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mothmanslovechild · 1 year ago

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I'm losing my mind over GO2

Okay, so I'm having a lot of feelings about Good Omens Season 2 but I know not everyone has seen it yet so I'll hide this a bit, even if I am trying not make it as non-spoilery as I can and also I need to talk to people about this

First of all, if I see anyone trying to fucking boycott or get pissed at Neil Gaiman, you can go straight to hell. Or worse, heaven. And I hope Terry Pratchett makes fun of you. Neil has said that this is act two of three (I'm paraphrasing and act three is not definite just a hope) and to leave these characters on this cliffhanger? If we don't get a season three, it will not be by Neil's choice. Boycotting will only hurt chances of getting that season three and a (hopefully) happier ending. I was bawling my eyes out and am still a mess over the end of the last episode but I also firmly believe that this is not the end. Keep it together, people. We're not going down the toxic landslide of blaming creators and causing a fuss and demonising ourselves as fans and making people hate us and destroying something we all love.

Secondly, I need to talk about that ending. I do not and will not hate Aziraphale for it. Our Angel is definitely being manipulated but it also shows the depth of religious trauma. If anyone has religious trauma, it's Aziraphale. Throughout both seasons he speaks party lines of Heaven even when he's clearly unsure about them. Even when he disagrees, he keeps repeating that god's plan is the right way and if (insert whatever monstrosity) is god's plan than it must be right. Look how far he pushed it with Job - he kept checking and double checking and questioning to be sure that Heaven was doing the right thing. And when he sided with Crowley and helped instead, he genuinely thought he was going to hell for it. Even though it was a good thing and he recognised that it was a good thing. The same goes for the situation with Elspeth to a degree. Aziraphale kept trying to take the moral high ground with her and ruin her chances until it became clear that doing bad things now meant good things later. Like god, he was focussing on the big picture instead of the small one. Not about Elspeth and her needing to eat and survive, but that humans will learn more and be able to survive better as a whole.

Someone else worded it much better than I will (I'll try and link their post later if I can!) but there's also the fact that Aziraphale and Crowley are having two different conversations at the end of the last episode. Go read their post to get the full story because I wholeheartedly agree with them and it really is worded much better, but long story short is that "nothing lasts forever" means two different things. Crowley hears that they don't last forever, that the bookshop doesn't, that nothing does and it's not worth it because what's the point (which has been in Crowley's own thoughts), while Aziraphale means that they can't continue like this forever, they can't be static, they need to adapt because what they tried hasn't worked. Honestly, just go read the post. Please.

NOW FOR NICER THINGS

I'm genuinely not sure some scenes were even real. The dance (the ball and sorry), the Bentley, just some of the lines where I just wanted to melt and live in that moment forever. Seeing their love spanning centuries and the ridiculous mischief they get into. Jim in the fucking fur coat. BEFORE the fall. The fact they all REMEMBER before the fall and the war. Bee being goals, honestly. Them and Gabriel. I just...Oh my god.

Also, you have no idea how much I lost it when I saw posts comparing to the end of Supernatural. I can't with you guys, my neighbours probably heard me cackling.

AND and that was the queerest shit I've ever watched. And there was no bury your gays, nothing homophobic, nothing like that even mentioned. And not just our three main couples, but in the background too. The magicians partner, so many generally NB angels/demons, tough bloke with grindr, it's all over the place. I love it. All I ever want is queer media that doesn't make queerness the main part of the plot. And by that I mean that it's just two people falling in love or just queer people existing without things having to revolve around traumatic/uncomfortable experiences or reactions. All I ask for is happy queer media.

And Michael Sheen's twitter picture....Boy, you're killing us. Not to mention Neil and "wait and see"

I have a lot more feelings so, anyone, feel free to message me and become internet friends because I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS SHOW.

#good omens #go2 #go2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #mine #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers

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justsomerandomweirdo · 2 years ago

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so i was going to write this in the tags but i've ended up cackling over my own bullshit because this is absolutely fucking ridiculous and there's way too much to just leave in the tags or a reply so sorry for the long post but here we go

first things first: i have only ever published one fanfic on ao3, so if we're only counting published fics then yeah sure 'untitled' i know what that one is it's the dumb jasico thing i wrote in like 2015-2016 which was like five sentences long or smth, the answer is yes

if we're counting the APPARENTLY OVER A THOUSAND unfinished unpublished word documents currently languishing in my 'Fanfics and shit' folder, the answer is a resounding No The Fuck I Would Not

holy shit there's so much going on here

so I've gotten slightly better at titling fics since the days when i would just call things 'bleh', 'oop de doop', 'wtf' or 'wtf au the fuckening pt 3', and now actually call these word documents (which will at best hold my attention for about three days and more commonly less than a single day bc i can never fucking stay focused on anything long enough to finish it) things like 'archivist sasha is good though', 'no eliot then' or 'sighs in self insert'

naturally those are still pretty vague so there's still enough confusion that i have to keep them in specific folders and sort by date modified rather than alphabetically, so i can see what fic came before 'that but more elusive' or 'that but Wit earlier and less assassining' or 'more spy though' or 'more nervous though' or... yeah

but at least i have the folders organised, you say! ahahahahahaha, no, no i do not have the folders organised. these folders are a mess of fics organised vaguely by vibes and fandoms, not helped by the fact that the majority of them are crossover fics for fandoms with very different vibes

for instance: where are the Alex Rider fanfics? yeah that's a very good question let me check. okay so the non-crossover fics are in the surprisingly helpfully named 'alex frickin rider then' folder, which lives in the 'dumb thing' folder inside the 'boop' folder. The 'boop' folder is actually for Foxhole Court fics - or no, it's specifically for crossover fics where Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender joins the Palmetto State Foxes, there was another barely-used folder for non-crossover aftg fics which i think just has in it like an au where Neil was a Raven or some shit, but I was simultaneously hyperfixated on Zuko and aftg for like quite a while so there's uh. Like well over two hundred attempts to figure out how putting Zuko on this terrible fucking sports team would go. Anyways, back on task, the 'dumb thing' folder was like few OC (really SI) type things bc i decided i had made my boy zuko suffer enough (and i should suffer instead), and the alex rider folder got put in there bc vibes. it makes sense in my brain i swear

anyways so where do the alex rider crossover fics go? good question, i think i know most of them but let me check! so the aftg crossovers are in the 'back to exy' folder in the 'alex frickin rider then' folder, there's a single really dumb hp crossover idea in a different subfolder called 'aaargh' about Julia Rothman having a magical child which will never see the light of day so long as jkr remains on her bigoted bullshit, and then we have to leave the boop folder entirely to search out the remainder. oh lmao i forgot what was in that 'sigh' folder hey i just found a foxhole court/mistborn crossover idea that literally only exists bc i thought of the sentence 'Ash fell from the end of Neil's cigarette' like hot damn that references the opening lines of both books if only i had a story to go with it, wait what was i doing oh yeah alex rider fics... okay so i think all of the rest of them are leverage crossovers and uh. so uh. so okay all the leverage fics live in the 'why' folder i think, except for that one crossover i just found in the 'leverage' folder at the bottom of the 'this now' folder which is for pjo fics, and the 'why' folder isn't actually for leverage it's for mistborn, but its where the leverage fics live in another 'leverage' subfolder bc heist vibes, except that subfolder is actually for mistborn/leverage crossovers and there's a 'modern' folder in that which is where the regular leverage stuff goes, except that's only got like two things in bc why have regular leverage when you can have 'eliot worked for scorpia before moreau' leverage, like seriously you know that bit in that warehouse scene where eliot shoots the guy behind him without even looking yeah now think about that bit in the stormbreaker film where yassen shoots that guy behind him without even looking you can't unthink it just accept Scorpia!Eliot into your hearts. so yeah there's an 'alex rider crossover then' folder in that - oh lmao there's another 'exy' folder in here the aftg fics are everywhere, but like jean moreau should clearly definitely be related to damien moreau that's just common sense and if we assume stormbreaker does in fact take place in 2001 then alex is the right age to join the foxes around 2005-2006 either the same year as neil or one before and you can actually do a fun thing with The Inside Job if you say that Wakefields actually used to be called something else before a merger with Greenfields, that evil gm wheat company from Crocodile Tears, so alex could be... (i continue infodumping about this nonexistent three-way-crossover, and a camera slowly zooms out to show me sitting alone at the center of the venn diagram of aftg fans, alex rider fans and leverage fans. a tumbleweed blows past)

anyways i think the best organised folder is probably the 'spoopy' folder which is for magnus archives stuff, im pretty sure no tma stuff has actually found its way outside that, though there are more crossovers inside naturally. there's a 'pjo crossover nonsense now' folder which is reasonably self explanatory, most of the barely-started fics in there assume Jonah Magnus is a son of Athena trying to escape death by creating his own new pantheon, then there's a 'cosmere nonsense bullshit' folder which only has one thing in it bc what if Fear was a Shard like can we let Cognitive Shadow Gerry say to Jon and Martin 'so yeah remember when i said there's no gods of love or hope or indigestion yeah actually turns out i was wrong there's a whole bunch of them actually it's pretty great', and on the subject of letting Gerry have nice things there's yet another fucking exy folder, called, 'tfc folder too big so crossover goes here' because Gerry can would and should be a Fox. lmao just imagine the moriyamas trying to intimidate him, this man has seen supernaturally induced atrocities your petty gang bullshit doesn't even register for him Riko you idiot, and then the foxes are incredibly fucking confused and concerned when Mary Keay shows up and Gerry's clearly more scared of this little old lady than anything to do with Riko and wait what do you mean she's your mother-

anyways pls remind me to go ask a doctor about adhd diagnosis bc i would like to maybe be able to finish writing a single thing in my life like ever

fanfic writers: if you were shown nothing but the title of one of your own fics, do you think you would be able to remember which one it is

#aftg #alex rider #leverage #tma #cosmere #pjo #mistborn #atla #like the sheer volume of fox zuko fics in the boop folder fucking punched me in the face genuinely #right click>properties> over 200 files 'ah shit that's kind of a fucking lot'#right click properties in the 'Fanfics and shit' folder gives a total of 1156 files and 61 folders and like #not all of those files are fics bc some are notes for theories or like quiz results or stuff #and like there were several mistborn adventure game character sheets for foxes in the 'sigh' folder #but like. the overwhelming majority of those files are unfinished and permenantly abandoned fanfics i will never complete #to the point that there are definitely over a thousand of them holy shit what is wrong with me #i mean like its probably adhd. i did specify that and i have got The Autism(tm) as well definitely so like #please i would just like my brain to not be a strange little squirrel-magpie creature #which is constantly on the hunt for newer shinier things which still fulfill The Special Interest whatever that currently is #me #writing #yeah I'm going to bed now #okay actually editing the tags to just say one last thing #which is that its really fucking funny that my trans ass can't decide on a goddamn name for my self-insert characters #like it changes almost every time. as does the assigned gender for fics where magic does not allow me to shapeshift #okay i think im done now

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animeomegas · 2 years ago

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Naruto boys and the inside jokes they have with their alpha

(some are n-sfw lol)

Naruto:

Yours and Naruto’s inside joke also kind of includes Sasuke, in that it’s about him, but Sasuke doesn’t find it funny and reacts with violence whenever you two bring it up.

(I stole this from that post I reblogged not long ago.)

Sasuke said dattebayo by accident once. He immediately wanted to forget it ever happened, but you and Naruto don’t let him.

Whenever Sasuke asks you for anything, you always say ‘only if you say dattebayo’ as if you were asking him to say please.

“Pass me that kunai, dobe.”

“Hmm, only if you say dattebayo.”

“...”

“Yeah Sasuke! Remember your manners!”

“I’m killing you both.”

Sasuke:

It happened during one of his bad days.

You were at a loss of what to do to help him when he was miserable and stuck in his own head.

Your last hope was that maybe some physical contact with you would offer some comfort for him.

You put a hand on his knee and just to make sure he was okay with it, you said “Does this help?”

Sasuke blinked at you for a moment before he cracked a smile against his will.

You realised that you just asked if you putting a hand on his knee helped his massive trauma filled breakdown...

You flushed and tried to back pedal, but Sasuke wouldn’t let you.

Now, whenever one of you is stressed or tired or grumpy, the other puts their hand on their knee and says “does this help?”

“The mission was shit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry... Does this help?”

“I hate you so much.”

Neji:

You and Neji were at the park, watching your daughter play, as normal, when you got chatting to another parent.

Everything was fine until they called their child over and called them by name... Pika Pika.

This parent had genuinely named their child sparkly...

You and Neji made significant eye contact and when you got home, couldn’t stop laughing about it.

Now, whenever something needs to be named, whether it be a plant or a pet, whatever, one of you always suggests Pika Pika, in the most serious voice you can muster.

“I bought this little plant for the kitchen from the market. It needs a name.”

“Hmm, how about Pika Pika?”

“The 7th?”

“Yes, Pika Pika the 7th.”

Shikamaru:

Your inside jokes with Shikamaru are absolutely at his expense.

Mainly on the topic of his weird Nara obsession thing and his old habit of trying to get away from his dad and to you by climbing out of the window.

You once saw those spikes that people use to discourage birds from landing on their rooves and windows, and decided to cover your window sills with them as a joke.

Shikamaru’s unimpressed face sent you cackling to the ground.

Now, your kitchen window sill not only has spikes on it, but also a ‘do not cross’ sign and red tape in an ‘X’ shape.

People always ask why, but you both refuse to explain.

“I still have no idea where you found a bunch of miniature red cones.”

“Don’t they suit our window sill perfectly though?”

“That’s what you said about the ‘no entry’ sign you stole.”

“And I was right, just like I am now.”

Chouji:

This inside joke is about Chouji’s magic touch with pups.

Like, he can keep even the most unruly pup or the most fussy baby calm, it’s like magic.

Before you had pups, you used to always say “You’re going to be an amazing oma/dad one day.” when Chouji would interact with his friends’ pups.

It was cute, but it become something of a habit, hence why, when you had your first pup, you turned to Chouji and said “You’re going to be an amazing oma/dad one day.” as he literally cradled your new baby.

Sleep deprived, you both just blinked at each other, processing what you said. It was pretty funny.

Now, whenever he does anything with your pup, you say that line. It always makes Chouji smile and roll his eyes.

“Shh, come here little one, it’s dinner time.”

“Damn, you’re going to make a wonderful oma/dad one day 😌”

“🙄”

Kiba:

Whilst breastfeeding one of his many, many children, he had a milk clot in one of his breasts.

His doctor said to use that breast often with feedings to encourage the clot out, which Kiba immediately decided meant you had to suck on his tit of course.

When he brought it up, you genuinely and with a concerned voice said “but babe, I’m lactose intolerant 😞”

Kiba cracked up laughing for like an hour.

Now, whenever one of you asks the other to do something, they use that response.

“Hey Kiba, can you do some laundry real quick?”

“Sorry... I’m lactose intolerant :( “

Kakashi:

You were punishing him in bed (spanking) and wanted him to count up the number he was going to get.

You were giving him 20 for disobeying you, 5 for talking back to you, 5 for being too slow getting his collar and 5 more because he talked back again.

You teasingly asked him to add up how many he was going to get.

He said 35, which was correct.

But you had added them incorrectly in your head and confidently said “Wrong.”

Kakashi’s brows furrowed. You could see him running over the number again in his head.

At this point, you started to feel self-conscious and added them up again, realising that you’d made an embarrassing mistake.

“I mean, that’s right.”

Kakashi snorted and the mood was ruined and you ended up stopping the scene.

Now, whenever one of you is obviously doing something correctly, you just say ‘wrong’ to the other one.

“Wrong.”

“I’m just putting on my shoes...”

“Wrong.”

Gaara:

Gaara will almost always get inside jokes wrong.

He doesn’t really understand them, but he thinks he does.

This creates inside jokes. Meta inside jokes, if you will.

One time, Gaara misspoke and said ‘broccoli’ when you asked him his favourite drink because he was distracted and thought you were aksing about dinner for some reason.

You laughed and next time he asked you a question, you said ‘broccoli’ back and then had to explain what an inside joke was.

A few weeks later, you were having dinner with his family when Kankuro asked what Gaara put in the sauce because he liked it.

Gaara smiled and said ‘broccoli’ before giving an exaggerated and very awkward wink and then looking at you for approval.

Kankuro and Temari sat there confused as you burst out laughing at his attempt at copying the inside joke.

And Gaara sat there proudly, thinking he’d made you laugh by successfully using the inside joke.

“This sauce is great, what did you put in it?”

“Broccoli :D”

“🤣”

(Ran out of ideas for the rest, so that’s it for now lol. Let me know your favourite.)

#naruto #hcs #gaara #kakashi #sasuke #neji #shikamaru #kiba #chouji #reader insert #n-sfw #omegaverse #a/b/o #headcanons #gn reader

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tobysbliss · 3 years ago

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Oh, Ranboo!

requested by @poollabug

this was requested like forever ago

summary: Ranboo is in a lee mood, and Wilbur immediately catches on when Ranboo comes out and starts bothering him. What kind of an older brother figure would Wilbur be if he didn’t help him out?

Warnings: tickling

this is SFW ONLY! DO NOT TAG AS A SHIP POST!

Ranboo can’t tell if he’s made a mistake.

Around 15 miniutes ago, he went to Wilbur in a lee mood, and decided to try and provoke him.

So for about 5 minutes, this was the situation:

“Hi Wilbur.” “Hello, Ranboo.”

“Hi.” “Hello.”

“Hiiiii” “Hellooo”

and Ranboo poking Wilbur basically anywhere, like his arm, face, hand, side, stomach, ear, head, rib, chest, knee, thigh, whatever.

“Willlllllll” “Rannnnnnnnnn”

“Wilburrrr” “Ranbooo”

“Wilbur!” “Ranboo!”

Ranboo jumping on top of Wilbur and wrapping his arms around him. “Hi.” “Hello.”

They lied there in silence, before Wilbur broke it.

“Ranboo. You’re in a lee mood aren’t you?”

“I- W-whattt? Me? Nooo..” Then he got up and ran off.

And back to the present. Ranboo is currently hidden under his bed with both hands covering his face, wondering if letting Wilbur stay over was a good idea. Tommy was supposed to come over as well.. but he hasn’t arrived yet.

“Oh, Ranboo~!” Wilbur called out as he entered Ranboo’s room. “You wanted this, why are you hiding~?”

And that’s when the dam broke. Giggles poured from Ranboo’s mouth from the tease, giving away his hiding spot.

“Ooh, somebody’s loud.. if anything, i’d think you want me to find you~” Wilbur teased as he walked towards the bed.

Wilbur crouched down to look under the bee. “Boo.” Wilbur then grabbed Ranboo’s ankle and pulled him out from under the bed, and Ranboo squealed.

Wilbut lied Ranboo onto the bed and straddled his hips, keeping him in place. “Wihihil- n-nohoho-“ Ranboo pleaded through his giggles.

“Oh, but you came to me? Do you not want tickles?” Wilbur pretended he was gonna get off, and Ranboo whined immediately. “Nonono- Uh- Ihi- I dohoho wahahant thehem..” Ranboo mumbled, loud enough for Wil to hear.

“Sorry, what do you want Mr. Boo? Didn’t quite catch that,” Wilbur smirked playfully. Ranboo only whined, “Wihihil!”

“I’m not doing anything ‘til you ask~” Wilbur gave more of a fond smile to the teen below him. He was too adorable for his own good.

“Plehehease juhust- plehease-“ Why was this so hard?!

“While I appreciate you saying ‘please,’ I don’t quite know what you’re asking for,” Wilbur knew exactly what he was doing.

“JUHUST TIHICKLE MEHEHE!” Ranboo yelled, a bit louder than necessary. “I thought you’d never ask!” Wilbur said cheerfully before digging 5 fingers into each of Ranboo’s sides.

“PFT- WIHIHIHILBUHUR!!” Ranboo’s sides normally weren’t even this bad, the anticipation had made it so much better worse for him!

“Aww, Ranboo! How adorable~ Your face is red, like a tomato!” Wilbur cooed. Wilbur leaned down to blow a raspberry on Ran’s neck, and Ranboo squealed and scrunched up his shoulder in response.

“AAAaaHAHAhaHAA! NAHAH NOHOHO!” Loud cackles emitted from Ranboo, and Wilbur couldn’t help but let out some giggles of his own. Ranboo’s laugh had always been contagious.

Wilbur moved down to sit right above Ranboo’s knees and he switched to wiggling his fingers along Ranboo’s lower stomach, and Ranboo went nuts.

“AHAHAHA- WIHIHIL CUHUHUHUT IHIT OHOHOHOUT!” Ranboo bucked his hips and nearly sent Wilbur flying off of him. “You wanted this~!” Wilbur reminded him.

“Wil! You’re gonna kill him!” Tommy walked into the room, scaring the shit out of both Wilbur and Ranboo.

“Tohohohomyhehe.. hehehelp mehe!” Ranboo giggled as he regained his breath.

“Maybe I will, depends. What’d he do, Wilbur?” Tommy turned to look and Wilbur as he leaned against the door way.

“He came to me asking for it!” Wilbur exclaimed. “Ihi- I did nohot!” Ranboo defended.

“I think i’ll believe my big brother on this one. You haven’t reached your limit yet anyway.. you can take it,” Tommy said simply.

“traitohOHOHOR!! WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR!” Ranboo screamed as Wilbur started drilling his thumbs into Ranboo’s hips. Wilbur laughed alongside him.

“Just don’t kill him Wil,” Tommy said, smiling as he watched the scene from across the room.

“TOHOHOMMYHEHE! I WIHIHILL GEHEHET YOHOHOU BAHAHACK FOHOR THIHIHI- AAHAHAHA WIHIHIL!” Ranboo cut himsef off as Wilbur planted a fat raspberry on Ranboo’s stomach, which had been exposed from his thrashing.

“You haven’t asked me to stop, once, Ranboo~” Wil teased.

Wilbur decided to end with a bang. He adjusted where he was next to Ranboo and blew a large raspberry on his hips.

Ranboo shrieked.

“AHAHALRIHIHIGHT— E-ENOHOHOHOUGH WIHIL! STOHOHAHAHAP!” The second the words left Ranboo’s mouth, Wilbur quit and got off.

Ranboo sat up just to immediately collapse into Wilbur’s lap, breathy giggles still emitting from him.

“You took that like a champ, Ran,” Tommy said as he walked over, not even noticing the nickname slip. Ranboo sat up, he could recover very quickly if wanted.

“You both might be forgetting something.”

Tommy and Wilbur shared a look of confusion, before they saw Ranboo’s smirk and the glint in his eyes.

“I’m a man of revenge.”

With that, Tommy and Wilbur booked it out of the room, Ranboo right on their tail.

#fizzthelee #fizzthelee fics #my fanfic #mcyt tickle #lee!ranboo #ler!wilbur #dsmp tickle #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ranboo

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acourtofbooksandfantasy · 3 years ago

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Here’s my fic for @heloisedaphnebrightmore’s writing challenge! I actually wrote one the other day that I wasn’t 100% happy with. I might edit it and post it separately later. But this was so fun to write!

Congrats on 3.5k @heloisedaphnebrightmore!

Azriel x reader - Prompt: When it’s a slow burn, and the characters just look at each other like “Fuck it, I’m done with this.” and they finally kiss.

You could feel the beat of the music blaring from the speakers in your bones as you downed another shot with Cassian and Mor.

“Hell yeah!” Cassian yelled, barely being heard above the noise, “I fucking love it when you guys actually agree to go out.”

Mor cackled, “I always want to go out, it’s y/n that is a homebody!”

You pouted as your friends continued to talk about how you only wanted to sit at home and read. You really hadn’t wanted to go out tonight, but after overhearing a conversation between Rhys and Azriel, you needed to be anywhere but the House tonight. You had nearly fallen to the floor in tears as you heard Azriel confess to Rhys that he had feelings for someone besides Mor for the past 20 years. You hadn’t caught her name, but your heart broke as you fled down the hall to your room.

So tonight you were doing shots. And dancing. And anything else Cass and Mor did on a wild night out. Anything to forget that one of your best friends was in love with someone else.

Mor dragged you to your feet. “Come on!! Let’s go dance!”

“Mor, we’ve been here for 3 hours dancing!! My feet hurt!” You whined, feeling the sudden effects of the last two shots of whiskey you had taken, per Cassian’s request. As you moved to sit back down, a presence clouded in darkness joined your table.

“Fine, I’ll go.” You jumped at the chance to go off with Mor before Az could even question you about what was going on.

He stood there, puzzled, next to Cassian, trying to figure out exactly why you were there in the first place.

“What did you guys do?”

Cassian chuckled, “We didn’t do anything! This was all her idea.” He gestures towards you as you moved to the beat, letting your hair down.

Mor twirled you around the dance floor, and when you stopped in front of her she smirked.

“So what’s the deal with you and Az?”

“Wha-what do you mean? There’s nothing with Az! I mean I don’t know why you’d think there was anything with Az. What are you even-“

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Mor laughed. “I just know you’ve been avoiding him for the last two days. You’ll have to talk to him eventually you know.”

You glanced longingly in the direction of the Shadowsinger.

“For now, I just want to keep dancing.”

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You all had gone back to the house around 2 in the morning. And while the rest of the group fell asleep the moment they got to their beds, sleep escaped you. You tossed and turned, thinking about what an idiot you were to fall for your best friend.

After sulking, and tossing and turning for nearly an hour, you carefully snuck down the hall to the kitchen to make some tea.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“By the CAULDRON! Azriel! You cannot come out of the shadows like that! We’ve been over this! You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“Sorry. I heard you leave your room so I followed you down here. I really thought you knew I was here.”

You smiled sheepishly at him, turning your attention back to the boiling kettle.

“So…why have you been avoiding me?”

You sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth, unsure of how to tell your best friend you have fallen in love with him when he’s clearly in love with someone else.

He took a step toward you, cornering you between the counter and him. He towered over you, but his eyes showed nothing but gentleness.

“Please talk to me,” he whispered.

“Fuck, Azriel. I can’t do this.” You pushed past him, trying to clear your head.

“You can’t do wha-“

“I know you’re in love with someone. I heard you talking to Rhysand the other day, and I’m so happy for you. Truly I am.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked up into his.

“But I’m in love with you. And I don’t expect you to do anything about it. I want you to be happy and I don’t want to get between you and whoe-“

“You.”

You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes.

“What?”

“I was talking about you. With Rhys.”

You stood there, still as a statue. Not sure if this was real, or just a cruel, drunken dream induced by the tequila and whiskey.

“I told Rhys I was in love with you, because I had no idea how to tell you. I was asking for advice.”

He approached you and gently took your chin in one hand, cupping your cheek with the other.

“It’s always been you. I’m in love with my best friend.”

You stood up on your toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He moved his hands down to your waist and hips, sliding them under your thighs to lift you into his arms. You let out a moan as he swept his tongue along your bottom lip, giving him access to deepen the kiss further.

“AHA! I knew you guys liked each other!”

Azriel gently set you down before stepping back from you, both of you breathing heavily from the kiss.

Mor and Cassian stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

“You owe me 10 gold pieces, Cassian.”

“I told you I wasn’t betting on shit anymore! I always fucking lose!”

You and Azriel chuckled. As an argument started between Mor and Cass, the two of you slipped out the opposite door of the kitchen, taking the back stairwell to your room to pick up where you left off.

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years ago

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tell me again | e. kirishima

➳ tags ;; fem!reader, disgustingly tooth rotting fluff, super cliche confession scene, kinda fuckboy kiri

➳ wc ;; 1.4k

➳ a/n ;; sometimes you just gotta write some corny fucking romance tropes man.

➳ plot ;; after kirishima ghosted you post your confession, you don’t really plan on seeing him again. naturally when he shows up to your dorm during finals week - you’re not exactly sure what to do.

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A knock on the door of your shared dorm room startles you out of a late night study session. At this time of night and during finals week - you don’t find yourself to be all that excited for whoever's at the other side. Your R.A., Iida is known for being a stickler and whatever news he brings won’t be good.

You look over your shoulder at Mina, who instead of studying, has been playing 2048 on her laptop for the last hour. She looks back at you with an exasperated sigh leaving her lips, promptly pushing her laptop to the side.

“Why is it always me who answers the door?” she groans.

“Because you chose to study business,” you reply without missing a beat. She flips her middle finger off at you without a second thought but your nose is too deeply buried into your materials for you to care.

The knocking gets more frantic as the seconds pass.

“Coming!” she shouts it, irritation already filling her at whoever would be on the otherside. She swings it open, irritated beyond belief. In the midst of her preparing to cuss out whoever was on the other side at this hour, only a quarter of her sentence makes it out of her mouth.

“Who the hell is -,” she stumbles, pauses. The words don’t even halfway make it out of her mouth before she blinks twice before stumbling back “Kirishima?”

At this, your head snaps up to look behind you. You know you’re not visible from the door way, your desk opposite of view but you look anyway. You can’t see him but you can hear his voice.

“Mina, hey - uh, is Y/N here? It’s uhm.. shit, I need to,”

Mina crosses her arms above her chest, blocking Kirishima when he tries to look over her shoulder. You’re frozen in place and you think anyone in your position would be.

Your.. relationship with Kirishima is complicated at best. You’d know him since you were freshman and after this semester, you’d managed to work out the courage to confess your feelings to him. You were certain he felt them back for you, ignoring his somewhat notorious reputation in hopes he was being genuine. He seemed awfully genuine to you.

As it would be, you were met with rejection. It hurt but you weren’t worried about it either way. What you wanted was to remain friends, because Kirishima is awfully important to you. A confession shouldn’tve had made so much of a difference. You wished that’d been the case, anyway.

But he.. left you like that. Left your friendship at the weird wits end where even when you saw each other on campus or elsewhere - there was no greeting. No hello or how are you. Uncomfortably, you faded into being strangers and you haven’t spoken to him in months.

“She’s not here,”

Kirishima’s face twists up at the words. He looks over, just peers and shakes his head.

“I can see the little colored lights that she keeps on to focus are on. I know she’s here. Please just let me talk to her,”

Mina turns her head slightly to make eye-contact with you. You shake your head softly, uninterested in what he has to say. Your heart feels too heavy. You know it’s kind of stupid but the wound feels fresh. Never-ending in how it aches.

Mina doesn’t budge.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you. Fuck off back to your dorm and leave us alone,”

Mina pushes in on the door but he sighs, sticking his hand in even when she pushes in on it. He curses under his breath at the weight of it on his hand. Mina’s eyes go wide.

“What the fuck are you -”

“I know you can hear so I’ll just say it, shit” ― he curses under his breath but you catch ― “Even if Mina crushes my hand, please don’t though. You both know I don’t have health insurance,”

You crack a warbly smile at the comment and Mina lets up but doesn’t open the door up. She keeps her hand steady on his, letting him writhe in mild pain.

“I love you,”

You freeze and so does Mina. Kirishima rests his forehead on the door with a soft sigh. Your heart skips a beat or two. You can’t keep track.

“I know I fucked this up like.. really bad. When you told me you had feelings for me, at first it was.. I don’t know. It was like I couldn’t believe you,”

You bite back tears as you listen to him. He can hear people in the rest of the dorm start to peek out but he doesn’t seem to stop.

“Shit, it was you. Not be corny but fuck like.. how the hell could I ever believed you liked me? Of all people, you chose me with a shitty fuckboy reputation and stupid haircut,” he laughs a little at this and so do you.

“Kirishima..” Mina mumbles

“It was too much. Like you’re so.. so much. But not in a bad way. Like the idea of being with you was just so damn overwhelming. And Bakugou told me not to be an idiot and ghost you but I was just so.. so scared,”

You can hear the way his voice shakes.

“I’ve never been with anyone seriously before and I’m kind of an idiot and I didn’t wanna fuck it all up. Like what if you realize half-way that it’s not me you want? What if.. what if we started dating and you realized that it was some kind of mistake?”

“Eijirou...”

He smiles a little. The sound of your voice is soft like he remembers. He thinks it might be worth Mina breaking his hand if he gets to see you.

“It was easier to break it off before it got serious, that’s what I thought. But then we didn’t talk for a few months and I was goin fuckin’ crazy thinking about you,” ― he laughs at the memory, drunk and dizzy from it ― “You don’t think you can miss one person so much. That just one person could mean so much to you.. like you’re incomplete without them there,’

You sniffle, wiping tears you hadn’t realized had fallen from your cheeks.

“I think I’m in too deep. It was already too serious. I already.. loved you. I thought it’d be better if I just fucking.. ran here and told you,” ― Mina opens the door up and steps to one side as you stumble towards it, tear eyed and in loose pajamas. Not confession ready in the least ― “I thought maybe I’d get lucky and I’d have a chance of you at least.. forgiving me. Maybe if I was really lucky, you’d still like me too,”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at you, mouth curved into a half smile. So sincere, like always. You wonder to yourself if there would ever be a way to love him less.

“So uhm.. I’m sorry. And I love you.. and it’d be sick if you like.. loved me back but it’s not necessary. I’ll do whatever you want just.. I dunno. Be in my life again, maybe?”

You run into his arms but he catches you. You’re a half conscious mess, sniffling into him as you punch his shoulder. He chuckles but hugs you back, wincing as you hit him.

“Of course I love you, you stupid asshole,” ― you whine, hugging him even tighter ― “Your timing is shit, y’know that? Stupid -”

He pulls back and leans into you. Lets his mouth bump into yours clumsily until you melt into a placating kiss. It’s all too much Kirishima - a gentle swipe of tongue and sharp teeth. Sweet but not enough. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth. He’s too good at that, you think.

“I know, but.. that’s why you like me right?”

You roll your eyes, opting to keep clinging to him instead of replying. From behind you, Mina sighs.

“I’m glad you stopped being a jackass but how the hell did you make it up here without Iida noticing,”

From outside, there’s two loud but distinct voices. It’s Kaminari, screaming and Iida screaming back. When Mina walks over to peer outside, she catches an eyeful of a very naked and very drunk blonde. She cackles.

“Uh.. I’ll just say I owe Kami a ton of money right mow,”

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#kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #writing tag #this is so SO fucking cheesy #LMFAO #it was fun to write tho

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chil2de · 4 years ago

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Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

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