#you out there and i was like damn this seems like the kinda guy that’ll love this set i fucking hope he does I think i’m in love with him.

[sofarsogoodsowhat]

AUUUUGHHHHH MY HEAD HURTS SO BAD

[warping-realities]

A Night in the Devil's Den - Part I

“I still think we should hit up somewhere else, Jamie. There are tons of bars that would look the other way and let us grab a few drinks.” One of the three young men passing through New York during college break said as they made their way to the old building housing the Devil’s Den, apparently the most hyped club in the city, which had a strict policy of keeping anyone under 21 out.

“Stop being such a fag, Fred! We’re gonna get in, trust me, man of little faith.” Jamie, the group leader with light brown hair, same color as Mark, shot back. Fred, on the other hand, was blond, and more sensitive, which didn’t mean he couldn’t hold his own when it came to arguing; on the contrary, the debate skills of the former debate team captain were legendary.

“Chill, Fred. The worst that can happen is the bouncer looks at the IDs that Jamie’s buddy hooked us up with and realizes we don’t have the right age and kicks us out. But I doubt that’ll happen; in a few months, we’ll all be 21.” Mark commented, always the peacemaker.

“Another reason to wait until we’re actually of age. I don’t want any trouble, guys.” Fred tried to argue again.

“I can’t believe you came all the way here to chicken out, man. If you wanna bail, I’m cool, but think about all the work I put into getting these IDs. And I didn’t even charge you guys!” Jamie grumbled.

“That’s just because your buddy did it for free, asshole. Who the hell is he, anyway?” Mark jumped in before things got heated between the two.

“Some dude I met at the hostel; he’s the one who told me about this place. Apparently, this is the spot for anyone looking for a good time.”

“You mean you trusted someone you barely know? Doesn’t that seem kinda sketchy to you?” Fred asked, outraged, totally shooting down Mark’s efforts.

“I’m sick of your attitude, man! If you’re so unhappy, why don’t you just head back to the hostel?”

“Hey, hey, chill out, you two! We’re here to have a good time! Fred, let’s check out the place, and if we don’t like it or they kick us out, we’ll head back to the hostel, and I promise I’ll be your wingman with those hot Italian chicks who showed up yesterday, alright? And Jamie, you dumbass, he’s not entirely wrong; it was pretty stupid to trust a stranger, but it’s done now, so let’s just try to have fun, please?” Mark chimed in again.

“Fine, but you know that your parents would kill us if anything goes south, Mark.” Warne Fred, whose parents had already passed away, and, in Jamie’s opinion, was the last one who should be worried instead of acting like a little pussy. Not that he’d say that, at least not now that his buddy finally decided to man up.

“Finally acting like a man, Fred, and not like a little bitch!”

“Hey, man, that’s enough!”

“Chill out, Mark; you’re starting to sound like your dad. Sorry, Fredster, I just want an unforgettable night with my best buds.” Jamie said, hugging Fred on one side to encourage him while Mark did the same on the other.

As they approached the ridiculously long entrance line, Jamie commented.

“Since we’re talking about those hot Italian girls, it’s funny that if we were in most other countries, we wouldn’t even need to convince Fred here; we’d all be of age to drink until we drop without a care in the world.”

“I don’t think your dad would be too happy about hauling his kid from the gutter.” Mark remarked.

“He’s not as strict as your dad, man, but yeah… maybe it’s best not to push it. Damn, look at this line! No way I’m waiting all this crap! Oh, wait, I just remembered something; follow me!” Jamie said, signaling for his friends to follow him to the front of the line, where a huge black guy, looking like a muscle mountain, was running the door, checking IDs and occasionally greeting a buddy with a half-smile in his otherwise stern face. He saw the guys approaching and crossed his arms, giving them a menacing smirking look.

“Hey, fellas, what do you want here?”

“Good evening, sir! Jerome told us to go straight to the bouncer at the main door and, said… said that he hopes you have a… a hell of a night.” Jamie said, sounding unsure for the first time.

“Jerome, huh? IDs?”

“Here you go, sir.” Mark replied, handing over the fake IDs, which the guy scrutinized for a few seconds.

“Any problem, sir?”

“Nope, on the contrary, looks like you guys got VIP passes. Jerome must’ve liked you a lot.” He said while fiddling with a walkie-talkie before speaking again. “Jerome’s group is on the way.” He radioed someone before handing the IDs back to the guys and cracking a smile. “Boys, looks like we’re all in for a hell of a night!”

As they stepped into the spacious lobby, the guys were hit with the sounds of music and excited screams, along with flashing lights. And the most impressive thing of all was a guy with olive skin, well-groomed beard and black hair, and a distinctive aquiline nose that hinted at some mediterranean ir middle eastern heritage. But what really stood out about the guy was his stunning build, partially covered by a sharp suit and shiny black pants, with his muscular torso on display for anyone who wanted to see, staring at them with disconcerting eyes and a mischievous grin that made the three feel like they were really inside the Devil’s Den.

“Dude, they really know how to set a mood.” Jamie remarked, eyeing the imposing figure. “Alright, first drinks, then we hit the dance floor for the hot chicks!”

“Actually, I think I’m gonna hit the bathroom; my bladder’s about to explode!” Fred said.

“Then it’s a wonder you didn’t piss yourself from fear before we even got in.”

“Go fuck yourself, Jamie!” he shot back, irritated, as he blended into the crowd on the dance floor.

“You really can’t pass up a chance to be an idiot, can you?” Mark commented, following his other friend through the crowd. “Let me talk to him; you do something useful and grab the drinks. You know a few shots will loosen him up.”

“It’s not my fault he needs booze to stop being a little bitch.” Jamie yelled to be heard over the noise, turning heads with expressions of disbelief toward him, but he was too hyped about the night’s promises to notice, heading for the nearest bar, closely followed by the sinister figure from the entrance. It wasn’t until he reached the bar that he noticed the company.

“Hello, James.” The man said over the cacophony, though his voice didn’t need to rise for Jamie to hear him.

“How do you know my name?” Jamie shouted back.

“Jerome gave me a heads-up about your arrival; I’m Mr. Shay the manager of this place. And I know you shouldn’t be here tonight, kid.”

“Damn… then why didn’t you stop us at the door?”

“Because I understand the need for a young man to rebel. Especially when his dad is such a major buzzkill.” The man said with bright eyes.

“I… he just wants what’s best for me… a decent job for a real man and… and sometimes it’s a drag.” Jamie replied in a whisper, not realizing the man knew way more about him than he should.

“Oh, I get it, kid, and just when you finally have a chance to chill, your friends leave you hanging.”

“Pussies!” The kid grumbled, not seeing the man’s eyes flash dangerously.

“You seem to have a problem with gay people. What’s that about?”

“I don’t have a problem with gays; I have issues with little faggots, those sissy boys who take it up the ass like they’re chicks. My dad raised me to be a real man.”

“But it’s tough living under the weight of other people’s expectations, under the rigid standards taught by someone, isn’t it? Sometimes all you wanna do is chill out, let loose, and be happy, right? And have your friends be able to enjoy that with you.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, it’s settled! Poncho, a shot of tequila for my buddy here.” The man said as the spell seemed to break while he glided through the crowd with ease, almost floating, and for an instant if one looked closely one would catch a glimpse of his true form.

Still a bit dazed, Jamie turned to the bar and bumped into a Latino guy in his late thirties, with a chiseled, muscular chest completely exposed except for a bow tie around his neck, sipping a drink while the shot of tequila the other guy ordered was held in his hand.

“On the house.” The guy said with a smile. Without thinking twice, Jamie downed the shot.

“Nice one, hermano.” The man commented, grinning.

“Gracias, tio.” Jamie replied, smiling as he left the bar with a dreamy look.

There was definitely something extra in that tequila, Jamie’s rational side thought, a side that seemed to shrink more every minute. He wandered aimlessly through the crowd, seeing colors and smelling scents he’d never experienced before, while that rational side tried in vain to shout inside his head, drowned out by an overwhelming numbness.

“Mierda, que guapo…” he murmured in Spanish, watching a muscular guy dancing shirtless. Without even stopping to think how out of character that was for him.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, with an unspeakable desire taking hold of him, making him vibrate and tremble inside he made his way toward the guy, and just like that, in the blink of an eye, Javier, the latino 21 years old man, approached the older man.

“Hey, papi, want some company?” He asked with a vacant look and dreamy voice that the other guy didn’t seem to notice, and in a few seconds, they were both dancing to the rhythm of the music.

“So, kid, where you from?”

“Right here, raised in El Barrio.” Javier answered.

“But where did your family come from?”

“My grandparents came with my dad and my uncles from Colombia in the early 90s. Maybe you know my uncle. He works as a bartender here; they call him Poncho, even though he’s not Mexican, but he says he doesn’t care.”

“Oh, so that’s why a kid like you is in here.” The man commented.

“I’ll show you who’s the kid.” Javier replied, kissing the man, who returned the kiss with passion.

Neither of them seemed to notice that the kid’s shirt seemed to evaporate in the air or the inches he gained in height or the facial hair sprouting on his face. After a long moment of pleasure, the two pulled away.

“So, papi, am I man enough for you?” Javi asked with a grin, while the other guy stared at him, breathless.

“Now I gotta bounce; my shift’s about to start!” Javi said, walking with a smile toward the bar. His muscles growing and expanding into an athletic, well-proportioned physique, with just the bow tie of his uniform to cover up.

“Hey, you didn’t even tell me your name, boy!”

“If you want to find me, just head to the bar. And don’t call me boy; do I look like a kid to you?” He replied, flexing his muscles. Only a man could call him that, and that certainly wasn’t this one.

When he got to the bar, his uncle greeted him with a smile but also with a warning.

“If your dad finds out about this…”

“What my dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him, tio. Plus, next year I’ll be graduating, and the boss is gonna put me to work in accounting, although I think I’ll still take a few shifts with you just for fun.”

“Javi, you really don’t get it, do you? If not your dad, then because of that musclehead you’re seeing.”

“It’s his fault for not showing up yet. And right when the main attraction’s about to start.” He said, looking at the club’s stage lighting up. “Though to him no attraction compares to my ass.” He concluded with a grin.

[corroded-hellfire]

As You Wish - Eddie Munson x Reader, Part 6

A collaboration with the incredible and amazing @munson-blurbs 💜

Summary: It’s your first official date with Eddie, and what’s almost as exciting as that is seeing how the boys react to the news

Note: I will never get used to the kind comments and sweet words you send me over this series. It truly makes me so incredibly happy. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Warnings: smut, p in v, mentions of oral, age gap, older!eddie, Eddie’s breeding kink should be a given at this point tbh

Words: 8.5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Eddie knocks on the door of the trailer he grew up in, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on the balls of his feet. It seems like an eternity before his uncle opens it, a huge grin on his face at the sight of his nephew. 

“Ed!” he says, holding the door ajar so Eddie can walk in. “What brings you back down to Forest Hills?”

“Can’t a guy just visit his uncle without needing something?” Eddie teases, leaning against the counter, careful not to get any grease stains on it. “I, uh, did need to talk to you, though.”

A concerned frown tugs at the corners of Wayne’s lips. “Y’okay? The boys good?”

Eddie nods, all-too aware of Wayne’s omission of Brittany. “We’re all fine,” he clarifies, “but Brittany and I are definitely splitting up. I filed the divorce papers, then she filed custody papers.”

“Shit,” Wayne mutters, rubbing his palm over his coarse gray beard. “‘M sorry, kid. This kinda stuff ain’t easy, even when you know you wanna end things.” He puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and squeezes. “You’ll find the right one for you.”

Eddie’s cheeks tinge pink, and he has to avert his gaze from his uncle. “I, um…I think I already did,” he sheepishly admits, massaging the back of his neck to relax his nerves. 

Wayne’s eyebrows shoot up, but he can’t say he’s all that surprised. “The babysitter?”

“How did you—”

“I may be an old man, but my eyesight is just fine,” Wayne jokes, “and I could see the way you looked at her at Ryan’s birthday party last summer. Like you damn near worshiped the ground she walked on.”

Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle and nods his head. “Yeah, that’s pretty much how I feel about her.” 

“She’s good with the boys,” Wayne says. “It was nice to see.” Nice for them to have a maternal figure who loves them is what they both think but don’t say aloud. 

“They love her,” Eddie agrees. He opens his mouth to continue, but his uncle cuts him off.

“So do you.” It’s not a question. It’s a knowing statement from the man who knows Eddie better than anyone. It didn’t take much observation for Wayne to see the possibilities of what could be. Of what are, now. 

“I really do,” Eddie answers. The lovesick expression on his face makes Wayne smile. He’s not seen that look on his nephew’s face since he was in high school. Even then, Wayne thinks, he didn’t light up quite like this. 

“Take it slow though, boy.” Wayne didn’t give a shit that Eddie was in his 30’s now; he’s still going to call him “boy” because he’ll be Wayne’s boy until the day he dies. “You don’t want to rush into anything. That’ll just be trouble for everyone involved.”

“I know,” Eddie says. “I, uh, actually want to take her on our first date this Friday.”

“Do the boys know?” Wayne asks.

“Not yet. But they will. I'm not going to lie to them about where I'm going and who I’ll be with. They get that from their mom, and I will make damn sure they know I’ll never lie to them.”

“Good man,” Wayne says with an approving nod of his head. “Can’t imagine their mom feels too keen about watching the boys while you go on a date, though.”

“To be honest, I wouldn’t give a shit how she felt about it. But fortunately for everyone, she’ll be out of town. So, that’s another reason I stopped by. Wondered if you could watch the kids. It’d be up at the house still since I’m staying there while Britt’s gone.”

Wayne’s face lights up. “You know I never need an excuse to spend time with my grandkids,” he chuckles. “Now I just gotta figure out what kinda candy I’m gonna get ‘em hopped up on just in time for you to get home.”

“You’re the best,” Eddie says gratefully, pulling his uncle in for a quick hug. “I owe you one.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wayne appears to brush off the compliment, but he’s beaming on the inside. Being a grandpa is his favorite thing in the world. “I’ve been meaning to stop by, anyway. Made a little something for those two rugrats.” He disappears into his room—what used to be Eddie’s room—and comes back with two of his woodworks: a miniature bookshelf with an R carved on the side, and a small box with an L on the lid. “Figured Ryan could use another place for his books, and Luke can put his Hot Wheels in here.”

“Someone just earned himself a #1 Grandpa mug for his birthday.”

“Hey, rugrats.”

Eddie strolls out of his bedroom—former bedroom, and down the hallway. The muffled sounds of some animated movie he knows he’s seen before become louder the closer he gets to the living room. Both boys are sitting at a Scooby-Doo themed table and chair set that Luke had gotten for his last birthday. They’re sitting too close to the television, but Eddie decides to let that slide for now. As he gets closer, he sees the boys are drawing, peacefully sharing a single crayon box for once. 

“Yeah, Daddy?” Ryan asks without looking up from his art. Eddie picks the remote up off the couch and turns the tv off. Luke’s little head snaps up and his curls bounce as he swivels his body to stare in his dad’s direction. 

“Hey,” he protests.

“Just for a minute, calm down.” Eddie sets the remote down on the coffee table and comes to stand between the boys’ chairs. He’s not entirely sure what it is they’re drawing, but there’s a brown patch that Eddie thinks is the dog that Luke is always drawing and wishing for. Someday, pal. I promise. “I want to talk to you both about something.”

“What is it?” Ryan asks, scribbling furiously with a red crayon. 

“Hey, can we take a break from the drawing for a bit?” Eddie drops a hand to Ryan’s shoulder and his oldest son looks up at him for the first time.

“Why?”

“Just so I can talk to you for a minute.”

Ryan sets his crayons down and turns on his seat to face his father better. Luke copies his older brother’s actions and the brown crayon that was in his hand rolls towards the middle of the table. 

“Are we in trouble?” Luke asks.

“No,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. “I just wanted to let the two of you know that I have a date on Friday night.”

Both of Eddie’s sons just stare at him. For a moment, he wonders if he actually spoke out loud or just imagined it in his head. Luke seems completely unfazed by the news, like he just wants to get back to his coloring. Ryan, on the other hand, looks a little skeptical. Eddie was prepared for this reaction, but he knows that as soon as the boys know who his date is with, they’ll be jumping for joy—quite possibly literally. 

“A date?” Ryan asks. “Like, with a girl?”

“A lady,” Luke corrects. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, now truly getting nervous for the first time. Ryan continues to stare at him, and Eddie isn’t sure how to read the usually open little boy. 

“So,” Ryan starts, “does that mean we get to spend time with—”

“Grandpa Wayne is watching you.” 

“Why?” Luke whines, obviously bothered by the fact that someone who is not you would be watching them. That says a lot to Eddie because he knows how much they love Wayne. It takes most of Eddie’s nerves away, hearing that the boys’ first instinct was that they get to spend time with you if he’s going out. Actual excitement bubbles up within him and it’s almost impossible to keep the smile off of his face. A part of him almost wants to keep the boys in suspense—this is just too good. 

“Because,” Eddie finally says, “I’m taking her on the date.” 

Eddie watches their faces, eager for the reaction. Ryan processes the information first and lets out a gasp. Luke takes a few seconds longer, but then he’s standing up from his chair—knocking it over in the process—and his eyes widen as far as they physically can. 

“You two are going on a date?” Ryan asks, voice high and excited. “Really?”

“Really,” Eddie confirms with a chuckle. 

“Oh my gosh,” Luke gushes, his small hands coming up to run through his curls. “Yes!”

The obvious love and excitement these two have towards you only further solidifies an idea that has been floating around his head lately. That you and he were meant to be together. Eddie knew that his sons had a far better childhood than he had, but he could still see the struggles they had living with a mom who never cared like she should. Eddie tried to make up for it, but there’s only so much one parent can take on from the other. He’d wonder if it was some bad karma of his that his kids didn’t get to have the happy little family that Eddie always dreamed of. But now there’s you. And all three Munson men adore you to the moon and back. And what's crazier to Eddie is that you love him back just as much. The boys? Sure, they’re easy to love. But you love three of them as a whole. Eddie can’t wait to tell you how they reacted to this news.

“You guys are happy about this, I take it?” Eddie asks.

“Uh, yeah,” Ryan says, launching himself out of his chair and wrapping his arms around his dad’s waist. 

Eddie lets out an oof as the weight of his son knocks him back a step. But he’s quickly returning the hug.

“Our super-secret plan worked!” Luke says.

Raising his eyebrows, Eddie turns his head to look at his youngest son. 

“Secret?!”

“Okay, how about this?” You hold up a little black dress for your roommate to inspect. 

Jess tilts her head in consideration. “Too clubby,” she determines, and you roll your eyes with a dejected sigh. “Think…romantic but sexy.”

“Fine,” you grumble, rummaging through your closet. “Does this one pass the test?” You show her a floral lilac dress with a small slit up the side. 

“Perfect!” Jess determines, grinning as she grabs a pair of strappy wedges from the closet floor. “Wear these with that, and he’ll be putty in your hands.” She pauses. “Actually, he basically already is. But, still, you’re gonna look hot.”

Your cheeks burn at the compliment, as well as the thought of Eddie turning into mush when he sees you. “Yeah, yeah. Let me get dressed; this show ain’t free.”

“It is for Eddie!” she trills, but leaves and closes the door behind her. 

You finish applying your makeup just as Eddie rings the buzzer. “Jess, I’ll be back later!” you call out. “Thanks again for the wardrobe help.”

“No problem! Hope you get laid!”

Same, you think, opening the door to find your handsome date standing in front of you. “Wow,” you breathe out. He’s wearing a dark green button-down shirt, black slacks, and his signature leather jacket. His hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. Your palms become slick with nervous perspiration at the mere sight of him. 

“Wow, yourself,” Eddie smiles, pulling you in by your waist and kissing your lips. It starts off gentle, but he gradually deepens it, grabbing your ass and giving it a squeeze. “If we don’t leave now, I’m not gonna let you leave the bedroom,” he growls in your ear, punctuating his statement with a quick smack to the soft flesh of your bottom. 

“Let’s get going, then,” you say, grabbing his hand and leading him to the car. 

You’re filled with anticipation; the secrecy of the evening is driving you insane. “How long until we’re at this mystery location?” you ask, trying to keep your eagerness at bay. 

“Soon.”

“Okay, but what’s ‘soon’?” you press. “Like, five minutes? Half an hour?”

Eddie chuckles. “Jesus, you sound like Luke.”

Your jaw drops and you cross your arms over your chest. “Did you just compare me to your five-year-old son?”

“Are we there yet?” Eddie exaggeratedly mimics in a high-pitched voice. 

“I do not sound like that!” you protest through your giggles. 

“I do not sound like that!” he echoes, keeping the obnoxious tone. 

“Now who’s acting like a five-year-old?” you retort, laughing as he scoffs at you, putting your mind at ease. It’s Eddie, your Eddie, and no matter what he’s planned, you know it’ll just make you fall further in love with him. 

Eventually, Eddie pulls onto a highway, and you head in a direction you’re unfamiliar with. All it does is make you even more curious, but you know that Eddie isn’t going to be answering any questions. As if it’s his way of telling you not to say anything, he turns on the radio and fiddles with a dial until he comes to a song he likes. His hand doesn’t go back on the wheel, though. He reaches over and takes one of your hands into his own. Butterfly wings stir inside of you as he brings the back of your hand up to his lips. After pressing a few kisses to the skin there, he laces his fingers with yours and rests them comfortably on the center console between you. 

It feels like forever until you reach your destination. According to the clock on the truck’s dash, it was just under half an hour, though. Gentleman as always, Eddie comes around to your door to open it for you. He even offers his hand to you to help you out of the car. Once he’s shut the door behind you, he doesn’t let go of your hand again. Honestly, it wouldn’t bother you if he never let it go. 

The parking lot of this mystery date spot is pretty crowded on this Friday night. As the two of you get closer, you inspect the large red brick building. It’s old enough looking to be charming, but not derelict or decrepit. Green foliage adorns the outsides, a few benches every couple of feet—mostly occupied at the moment. The other people you see are dressed at the same level as both you and Eddie so the little worry that you’d be over or under-dressed finally fades away. 

Above the front door, there’s a white and gold sign that says “Scott & Ollo’s.” Eddie holds the heavy brown door open for you and, regrettably, you have to let go of his hand to step inside. You don’t have to go long without his touch, however, as he steps up behind you as soon as you both enter, his hands resting lightly on your waist. The first thing that you register is the music. It’s loud—not overbearingly so, but enough where you can tell its live music instead of a recording being played over the PA system. Next, you take in the waiters in their all black attire that are buzzing between tables covered in white tablecloths and an array of foods—that smell delicious, you also notice.

“Hello,” the hostess greets you and Eddie as you walk up to her podium.

“Hi,” Eddie says, keeping one hand on your waist as he speaks to her. “Should have a reservation for two. Under the name ‘Munson.’”

Your eyes are flitting around the space and Eddie watches you with a fond smile on his face as the hostess searches for his name. 

“Ah, here we are. Right this way, please,” the hostess says. 

Eddie once again laces your fingers together and guides the two of you through the decently filled restaurant. As you walk, you notice that the restaurant is arranged in a circular fashion, and that people at the tables keep looking in towards the center of the room. You try to crane your neck to see around some of the patrons, but you’re unable to see what they see. The hostess leads you down a few steps that lead down to another landing where tables are laid out. From here, it’s easier to see what has everyone’s attention. The middle of the restaurant has a live band playing and a dance floor that a few couples currently occupy. 

“Here you are,” the hostess says as she presents your table. She sets a menu down at each place setting as Eddie waits for you to sit in your seat so he can push it in for you. “Your waiter will be Harris and he’ll be right with you.”

“Thank you,” you say before she steps away. Now seated, you let your eyes take in everything a little bit more. The small lanterns on the middle of every table, some women looking longingly at the dance floor while the men they’re with look terrified of it. At the grand chandelier that hangs over the whole space, the crystals on it reflecting the light all around. “Eddie, this place is beautiful. Where did you find it?”

“A buddy of mine from high school proposed to his girlfriend here. I’ve never been but they both said it was incredible. So far, they’re right.”

“And are you actually going to dance with me?” you ask with a small giggle as you pick up your menu. 

“Getting to hold you close to my body while we listen to slow music? Hell yeah.”

You shake your head fondly at how unromantic he makes it sound; but you know that’s just him messing around. There’s no way he would’ve chosen this place to go if he didn’t want to have a romantic evening and dance with you. 

“Should we get some wine?” Eddie asks. 

“Sure, but you’ll have to order it.”

“Why would—oh, right,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “Sometimes I forget your age.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you ask.

“I don’t really think of it one way or the other. You’re just…you. My person. Not my person who is twelve years younger than me, just my person.”

His words have your heart picking up speed, and it’s quickly pumping heat up towards your face. His person. It felt not too long ago you could only dream about Eddie ever saying that to you. 

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle and you look up to see what’s so funny. But he’s just smiling at you.

“What?” you ask.

“You haven’t stopped smiling since we walked in the door,” Eddie says. You hadn’t noticed, honestly. But now that he points it out, you can feel the tightness in your cheek muscles at the long-held grin.

“You just make me really happy,” you tell him, love practically radiating out of your every pore. Eddie sets his menu down and reaches across the table to take both of your hands in his own.

“Baby, you’re it for me. Always. Don’t forget that, okay?”

The only response you can give is a nod, as you feel the emotion welling up behind your eyes. After taking a moment and clearing your throat, you think you’re able to speak.

“You’re my forever.”

Harris comes and takes your orders: Eddie gets a New York strip, medium rare, and you choose the chicken florentine. They’re delivered on intricately garnished plates; so beautiful that you’re almost afraid to eat. 

“Been awhile since I’ve been to a restaurant that didn’t serve a Happy Meal,” he jokes, dragging his knife through the tender cut of meat. 

“At least you have your kids as an excuse,” you tease him. “Before that, you were just a grown man eating a very tiny pouch of fries.”

Eddie laughs, popping a bite of the steak into his mouth. “Speaking of those two,” he starts, “I told them.” About us, is what he doesn’t say, but he doesn’t have to. 

You offer him a nervous glance. “What…were they okay with it?”

“Oh, yeah. They were only upset that you weren’t watching them until I told them that you were my date.” He chuckles at the memory of their excited little faces, leaning in to add, “and did you know that their ploy to get us together was a secret?”

Clapping a hand over your mouth to keep your giggles from escaping, you widen your eyes. “I think we can cross ‘CIA agent’ off of their list of future career choices.”

“And professional poker player,” he agrees, running his thumb across the back of your hand. “But I really can’t believe my luck. Y’know, how much they love you, and how much you love them.”

“Of course I do,” you tell him. “Even if you and I weren’t together, I’d adore your boys. They’re great kids, Eddie. The best. Because of you.”

Eddie stands slightly to reach over and kiss your forehead. “I love you so fucking much,” he declares. Part of him wishes he had a ring so he could propose right now, make you his forever. 

Once you’ve finished eating, Eddie’s by your side and offering his hand. 

“May I have this dance?” he asks. He keeps his tone serious, but he waggles his eyebrows as he says it. 

“Such a gentleman,” you smile, placing your palm in his. You can feel every crease and callous, and you’re immediately overtaken with a sense of safety and belonging. “Of course you may.”

He leads you to the dance floor, taking you into his arms. Your left hand rests on his right bicep, and your right hand takes purchase in his left. His free hand is soon pressed to the small of your back so the two of you can sway impossibly close. 

The band plays the opening chords of “Something,” by The Beatles, and your face lights up with joy. 

“I love this song,” you tell him, adjusting your stance so your left hand can travel to the nape of his neck. 

Without missing a beat, Eddie says, “I’ll learn how to play it for you.” Shit, he thinks, I’d go home and figure out the chords right now if I wasn’t on the best date of my life.

You’re not totally convinced, tilting your head in disbelief. “Even though it’s not metal?”

“Only for you, my love.” His response is sincere, and you rest your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. If you had to take bets, you’d guess that yours was beating in perfect tandem. 

After you’ve finished dancing, you both agree that you’ve worked off some of your delicious dinner and have room to split a decadent dessert. You settle on a piece of cheesecake with cherry topping and Harris serves it to you with two forks. Eddie tuts you when you go to take the first forkful, but when you look at him in confusion, he spears a generous bite of the dessert and holds it up to your lips. A bubbly feeling floats through your body as you open your mouth and accept it from him. It’s amazing how the littlest things Eddie does give you full body reactions. 

Once the cheesecake is devoured and the bill is paid (which Eddie snatched up the moment it hit the table cloth), Eddie offers you his hand and you walk out of the restaurant and into the chilly evening. There are no clouds in the sky, revealing the black canvas dotted with tiny diamond stars and a luminescent moon. You’re so busy taking in the view, you didn’t even realize Eddie shrugged out of his leather jacket until he’s draping it over your shoulders. It’s pure instinct to clutch it tighter around you, wanting Eddie’s scent and essence as close as can be. 

The band can still be heard outside, muffled, but clear enough to tell that they just started playing Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” The two of you are approaching the first row of cars in the parking lot when Eddie tugs on your hand, pulling you to a stop next to him. Before you get the chance to open your mouth and ask what’s wrong, Eddie wraps one arm around your waist and tugs you up against his chest. He takes your left hand in his right and laces your fingers together as he begins to sway from side to side.

“Wanted one more dance with my girl tonight,” Eddie mumbles, giving you a warm smile. 

“Dancing in the moonlight? Who knew you were such a romantic, Munson,” you tease. He leans in and nips at your earlobe, causing you to giggle. 

“You would’ve thought you’d caught on by now,” Eddie retorts, giving your hand a light squeeze. Letting your eyes slip closed, you lean in and rest your head against the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. 

“This is perfect,” you say, tone dreamy and light. 

“You’re the best dance partner I ever had, Sweetheart.”

The words bring a smile to your face, and you press a light kiss against Eddie’s throat before looking up at him. “Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Course baby,” he replies, his hand that’s on the small of your back tracing patterns over the material of your dress. “You can tell me anything.”

You pick your head up and look at him from beneath your eyelashes. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

That’s all Eddie needs to hear before he’s taking you by the hand and tugging you to the car. 

“Slow down; I’m in heels!”you protest between giggles, but Eddie is not about to waste precious seconds that could be spent inside you. 

You assume he’s going to drive home as fast as he can, which is why you’re more than confused when he opens the back door instead of the front. He slides in and pats his lap with a mischievous grin. 

“In your car?” you balk teasingly, already ducking into the vehicle and draping a leg over his. “Eddie Munson, you’re a little horndog.”

He doesn’t deny it; he simply closes the door and bunches your dress to your hips. You certainly weren’t lying: there are no panties to be found. He inhales sharply at your perfect pussy on display like this for him, and his burgeoning erection twitches behind his fly. “Fuckin…holy shit,” he manages, letting his middle finger graze your glistening folds. “And already wet f’me, hm? Was it my dance moves?” He gently bites your earlobe, and you shiver at the sensation. 

“Was…just you, baby,” you breathe, bringing your lips to his neck and trailing kisses along the side. His hands grip your bare ass, and you use the leverage to grind against the seam of his pants. “What’s got you so worked up?”

Eddie fumbles with his belt buckle, finally unfastening it with a relieved sigh. “‘S you. So fucking gorgeous, and all mine.” He whimpers when your fingers brush up against the outline of his cock while you unbutton his pants and tug down his zipper. “Tell me ‘m yours, please, baby.”

“You’re mine,” you whisper in his ear, taking in the new sensation of his cotton boxers on your throbbing clit and rubbing yourself against it needily. “All mine, only mine.”

Instinctively, Eddie finds your hole and slips a finger inside. “Bounce on it,” he instructs, pouting when you shake your head. “Whas’ wrong?” Shit, he thinks, was car sex a bad idea?

But you chase away his worries when you tell him, “Need more. Another finger. You’re too big for just one, Eddie.”

He happily obliges, making you feel full in the second-best way he knows how. With that, you take what you need, holding onto his shoulders as your pussy grips his thick fingers. He’s plunging them in and out of you as you ride them, the two of you working in perfect tandem to bring you to your release. 

Eddie knows every last inch of your body like the back of his hand, and he curls his fingers slightly to drive you over the edge. 

“F-Fuck, ‘m coming!” you moan, and it must be louder than you realize, because Eddie laughs and lets out a sshh. 

“You’re gonna get us caught, pretty thing,” he warns you, but he doesn’t slow his pace. “I’ll have to tell the cops that I just couldn’t help myself; ya looked too damn gorgeous tonight. Had to be inside you.”

The thrill of being discovered has your orgasm crashing over you, and you cry out Eddie’s name as it hits. He removes his fingers from your pussy, popping them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around to lap up your slick. It’s enough to nearly make you cum again. 

“Gotta feel you,” he mutters, taking his cock out of his boxers and into his hand. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and if you had more room, you’d lean down to lick it off. “Gotta feel you around my dick, sweet girl.”

“Mhm,” you squeak out, aligning yourself over his length and sinking onto it. Inch by inch, you take him inside you as he stretches you in the most delicious way. The thick vein that runs from base to tip is heaven against your walls, and you steal a second to just feel him before you start moving. 

His hands grasp your waist, sinking into the plush of your ass as he helps you ride him. “Thas’ perfect,” he growls, nodding as you bounce on his cock. “You make me feel so damn good. We were made for each other, I fuckin’ swear.”

The tempo is slow at first as you ease into it, trying to balance the fullness within you and the newest setting for your trysts. Gradually, you pick up a bit of speed, and he matches it, balls slapping against you. 

“I love you,” you tell him, adding the promise of, “I’ll always love you.” You brush his hair from his face and kiss him passionately, tongue brushing his. When he pulls away for a breath, he gives your lower lip a little bite. 

“I’ll always love you,” he swears. “Always, always, always.”

You can feel how close he is, and you’re right there with him, so you pull the trigger. “Prove it,” you murmur. “Fuck me so full that your cum drips out of me. Or maybe I’ll keep it inside me and get nice and knocked up for you.”

A string of swear words leaves his lips as he spills into you. “Oh, fuck yes, holy fuckin’ shit. Wanna get you pregnant, y’gonna look s’good havin’ my babies.” He presses his hands into the plush of your thighs. “Cream my cock, baby. Show me who makes you cum.”

Just a few more bounces is all it takes for you to cum again, flopping against his chest as you take big, heaving breaths. 

“Can’t believe I scored on the first date,” Eddie jokes, and you bite his shoulder in retaliation. “Ow!” He rubs the spot dramatically. “C’mon, baby. Let’s get home, yeah?”

“Don’t wanna move,” you mumble, smiling as Eddie chuckles and kisses your scalp. 

“Faster we get home, faster we can fuck on a nice, cozy bed,” he murmurs, trailing a fingernail up and down your arm. “And I can go down on you like a goddamn gentleman.”

The next morning, you’re barely awake and pouring yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen when two rambunctious boys burst in.

“You’re here!” Luke cheers—which sounds more like shouting, this early in the morning. You and Eddie had talked about how it might look having you in the house when the boys woke up. But you figured they wouldn’t ask questions, and if they did, Eddie was ready to provide a long explanation on how something was broken in your car, and he couldn’t work on it while it was dark outside. 

“Hi,” you say, voice still groggy from sleep. You shuffle over to the table and take a seat. A Munson boy takes a seat on each side of you, and you let out a chuckle. “Can I help you?”

“How was it?” Ryan asks.

Shrugging your shoulders, you bring the Garfield coffee mug up to your lips and take a sip. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Oh, come on!” Luke whines. It’s hard not to smile and play it cool, so you just take another sip of your coffee.

“What is all the racket?” Eddie walks into the kitchen, the palm of his hand rubbing at his right eye. He’s wearing blue plaid pajama pants hung low on his hips and nothing else. You know there’s nothing beneath them because you watched him put them on as he rolled out of bed. He had tossed you a pair of his sweatpants to put on since you’d only been wearing a pair of panties and one of his old t-shirts. 

“Daddy!” Luke calls, making Eddie wince at his volume. 

“Take it down a few notches, kid.” Eddie ruffles his youngest son’s curls before walking over to pour himself a cup of coffee. 

“How was the date?” Ryan asks, eyes looking back and forth between you and Eddie. 

“Date?” Eddie asks. He walks over and takes a seat at the table before taking a casual sip from his mug. “Did someone go on a date last night?”

“Luke, you had a date?” you tease, poking him in the ribs. He gives an overdramatic roll of his eyes and runs his hands down his face.

“No! You two did!” he says.

“Oh, that’s right,” Eddie says, looking at you now. “I do remember seeing you at a restaurant last night.”

“You guys are the worst,” Ryan sighs, slumping down in his seat. It makes both you and Eddie chuckle. 

“It was a wonderful date,” you tell them, deciding to end their misery. Now that they sense they’re going to get some answers, the boys are very alert and paying attention. It reminds you of how your childhood dog would react when you asked her if she wanted a treat. 

“Was Daddy a gentleman?” Ryan asks. Eddie scoffs, as if insulted by the insinuation that he would be anything but. 

“Of course he was.” 

“What did you eat?” Luke asks. Leave it to him to ask about the food.

“I had steak,” Eddie says. “And…other things.”

Heat comes to your cheeks at the way he eyes you over the brim of his coffee cup. Giving him a light kick under the table knocks the smug smirk off his face, though. 

“Like potatoes,” Eddie says, though you expect it’s more to appease you than anything. 

“Ryan said I look like a potato,” Luke adds. 

Coffee almost shoots out of your nose, and you have to quickly cover your mouth so you don’t spray the table with joe and creamer. This was life with the Munson men. Unpredictably hilarious and quite honestly the best thing you’ve ever had in your life. 

“You don’t look like a potato,” Eddie responds.

“He did as a baby!” Ryan rebuts. 

Eddie rubs his thumb and index finger over his eyebrows as he lets out a sigh. “It’s too early for this,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Are you going out again?” Ryan asks, and you’re thankful for the subject turning back on track. 

“I don’t know,” you muse, tapping your fingernails against the porcelain mug. Both Ryan and Luke frown at your response. “I haven’t been asked yet.”

“Daddy, ask her!” Luke chides. 

“Pretty sure I did ask,” Eddie says, raising an eyebrow at you. You know what he’s referring to, but panting out “fuck, when can we do this again?” while you’ve got his dick down your throat doesn’t count. 

“Did you? When?” You smirk at him, backing him into a corner. Now he has no choice but to ask you properly. Eddie’s eyes narrow at you, and you can practically hear him saying you’ll pay for this later. 

“Fine,” he grunts. He takes another sip of coffee before setting the mug down and clearing his throat. “My darling, would you like to go out with me again?”

It feels so infinitesimal to be asking for a second date. This is something teenagers do in high school, not adults with someone whose body you’ve already memorized or when you’ve already declared you’ll love them forever. But it makes the boys happy to hear and he does want to take you out again. 

“I would be honored.”

Your reply still causes Eddie to break out in a beaming smile and reach across the table for your hand. Happily, you lace your fingers with his and don’t even notice the two boys watching with glee. 

“Can we come?” Luke asks.

“Luke,” Ryan groans, “that’s not a date, then.”

“Did you kiss?” Luke asks, ignoring his older brother. Suddenly, Ryan is leaning on the table, eager to hear the answer as well. You see the heat you feel in your face reflected in the pink of Eddie’s cheeks.

“Boys—” Eddie starts before being interrupted by both of them whining.

“Daaaaad!”

“Come on!”

Trying to stifle your giggle, you give Eddie a nod to let him know it’s okay with you if he tells them. Receiving your signal, Eddie nods his own head in reply and shifts in his seat.

“Yes, we kissed.”

Both boys cheer; Ryan throwing his arms in the air and Luke dancing in his seat. You laugh in amusement as you watch them. The fact that they’re almost as happy as you are about you and Eddie being together warms your heart in a way that’s new. It feels as if a new compartment of your heart has been unlocked and all of this love is flooding into it. 

“Okay, okay,” Eddie says, trying to calm the boys back down—even if he’s still grinning himself. “We’re all going to the Harrington’s today, so after breakfast I want you both to get dressed.”

“Uncle Steve’s?” Luke asks. “Why?”

“For a play date.” Eddie shrugs and rises from his seat. “More coffee?”

“Yes, please,” you tell him. He picks up your mug and presses a kiss to the top of your head. Neither boy misses the act of affection, and it feels like a surge of adrenaline spikes your blood. You’ve always been so careful not to let the boys know what’s going on between you—ever since that very first night. But now, getting to be so open about it, knowing they’re going to start seeing you as their dad’s girlfriend instead of their babysitter…it’s a lot. It’s not bad, but it’s a bit overwhelming. 

“Yeah,” you say, shifting in your seat under their gazes. “You can play with Theo and Natalie for a while.”

It doesn’t escape your notice how Ryan flushes at the mention of Natalie’s name. You force yourself to bite back your smile but make a mental note to bring it up to Eddie later.

“Alright, Munson’s,” Eddie says as he places your coffee mug back down in front of you. “What do we want for breakfast?”

“Pancakes!” Luke says.

“Daddy burns those,” Ryan reminds him. 

“Good thing I’m here,” you say, standing up from your seat. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do that,” Eddie says, ghosting a hand against your waist. 

“I want to,” you tell him. “Sit.”

“No, let me help you at least.”

“Okay,” you agree. “Can you help me get everything I need together?”

“Course I can.”

Ryan nudges Luke across the table. The younger brother raises his eyebrows in question. Ryan nods his head in the direction of you and Eddie. Luke turns his head to see the two of you moving in tandem to get things out of the cabinets that you’ll need. You share passing words, gently touching or brushing up against one another as you work. It’s so domestic and comfortable for the two of you. But to Ryan and Luke, they’ve never seen something so peaceful. An activity as simple as making pancakes was a potentially explosive event in their lives up until now. It’s the first time both Ryan and Luke are realizing this is how it’s supposed to be. It’s meant to be, “can you pass me the flour?” instead of, “Jesus Christ, where did you put the goddamn pan?” like they’re used to.

The boys stay silent, just watching you and their dad help one another and him make you giggle. It’s possibly the warmest moment they’ve ever felt in this house. Ryan has the sudden urge to hug both of you, but he doesn’t want to interrupt the moment and have it stop. Luke watches in awe at the easy smiles you and Eddie give one another, never shooting the other a glare when they aren’t looking. It’s happy and it’s soft and it’s warm and tingly in a way he didn’t know existed. He’s never been so happy to have to wait for food to be made. 

“Luke,” Ryan whispers, never taking his eyes off of you two.

“What?” Luke’s gaze never falters either. 

“Daddy’s so happy.”

Luke nods enthusiastically. “And it’s all because of our super secret plan.”

Eddie rings the Harrington’s doorbell not once, not twice, but five times. 

“Will you stop that?” you snap, but a smile dances on your lips. “You’re like a child.”

Eddie doesn’t have the chance to retort before Steve swings open the door. “Munson and Munsonitos! And, uh,” he stammers when he gets to you, “Lady Munson?” he tries, nervous to see your reaction. 

Eddie wraps his arm around your waist. “Lady Munson, huh? Kinda like the sound of that.”

The four of you pile into the living room, and Steve encourages the boys to head into the family room where Natalie, Theo, and Danny are playing. “Amelia’s napping, but she’ll be awake and demanding Uncle Eddie cuddles soon,” he promises, laughing when Eddie huffs impatiently. 

Steve walks over to the old record player a little too nonchalantly, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. “Let’s set a little mood music, shall we?”

Your boyfriend catches on before you do. “Nope, Harrington, no way. Absolutely n—”

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh

Uptown girl

She’s been livin’ in her uptown world

“I hate you,” Eddie grumbles, but his eyes give away his true feelings. 

Steve doesn’t buy it, either. “Look at that shit-eating grin,” he teases. “You can’t even listen to this song without making eyes at her.”

“Harrington, I will throw all your hairspray in the dumpster if you don’t shut up.”

You’re spared from breaking up their ridiculous fight when Nancy comes in the room, twisting the cover onto a bottle. She waves you over, and you dutifully follow, not wanting to witness whatever nonsense the two men were about to engage in. 

When Steve realizes that there are no women around, he leans in and whispers to Eddie, “I told you, didn’t I? Came to your work and said you should be fucking the babysitter.” He crosses his arms over his broad chest and shakes his head. “Overachiever that you are, you went for the whole relationship.” 

“Overachiever, huh?” Eddie muses. “Never heard that one before.”

“I figured. She probably only says you’re not so tough, just because you’re in love with an—”

“HARRINGTON, I SWEAR TO GOD.”

You and Nancy can vaguely hear the end of Eddie shouting something at Steve, but you’re both in the playroom now and the kids drown them out. Ryan and Natalie are using an array of crayons and markers to create masterpieces that are surely destined to hang on the refrigerators of their respective houses. Luke, Danny, and Theo are playing with Legos and Hot Wheels. The three young boys try to make obstacles for the toy cars to overcome out of the small plastic blocks. 

“I can’t lie,” Nancy says as the two of you take a seat on the couch at the far end of the room. “Steve and I were really impressed by the way you handled Theo and Luke’s candy bar argument.”

The praise catches you off guard but brings on a smile so large that it hurts your cheeks. 

“Oh, um, thank you! It wasn’t anything major,” you tell her. The music playing in the other room suddenly switches off and Nancy lets out a melodious chuckle. 

“I told Steve not to play Billy Joel,” Nancy says with a shake of her head, “not unless he wanted Eddie to kick his…” she trails off as she looks at the kids, “…butt.”

You’re not sure what to say in reply to that. Nancy knows the friendship between the two men far better than you do, having over a decade more of experience with them. Anything you could think to add would be so generic or minuscule next to any of her anecdotes about them that it would be obvious you’re just trying to fill the silence that is becoming more awkward by the moment. But you need to say something. 

“So,” you start, Nancy’s full attention coming back to you at the sound of your voice. “You saw the Innocent Man tour? How was that?”

“Oh, wow.” Nancy blows out a breath and looks down at the floor as if she’s trying to conjure up the memories. “It was forever ago…but from what I remember, it was amazing. He just kept singing and singing.”

Just imagining that brings a smile to your face. 

“Sometimes, I like to just focus on the piano keys and drown out everything else. Helps me clear my head,” you explain. 

Nancy nods along. “I find myself doing that when I’m driving. If I ever play it at home, the voices of four children drown it out and it’s a little harder to clear my head.”

“You really are a great mom, though,” you tell her. “I can see how much your kids adore you.” 

“Thank you,” Nancy says, a bit of emotion snaking its way into her voice. “And having a partner like Steve is the best.”

As if the sound of his name being spoken somewhere in the house summons him, a loud commotion comes from the room you’d left the two men in.

“Munson, let go of my nipple!”

“Not until you apologize!”

You and Nancy share an amused glance before shrugging at one another. Ryan even hears the ruckus and looks in that direction. When he sees that neither you nor his aunt are reacting, he goes back to his drawing. 

“Well, most of the time he’s the best,” Nancy says. 

The clock is ticking until Eddie and Steve come back in the room, but there’s something you feel the need to get off your chest while it’s just you two women there. 

“I have to be honest with you, Nancy,” you start. “I was so intimidated by you. Like, almost scared of you.”

“Of me?” Nancy asks, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”

“Well, yeah,” you say with a huff of laughter. “I mean, just meeting you at Ryan’s birthday I could tell how sophisticated and intelligent you are. And then when Eddie talks about you — because as I’m sure you know, he loves talking about his friends — I heard how well accomplished you are and all that you’ve achieved and while being a mother of four. It’s beyond impressive.”

“That’s really sweet, actually.” Nancy gives you a shy smile and a touch of pink coats her sharp cheekbones. “But I promise, I’m a nice person. There’s no need to be afraid of me.”

For the rest of what you have to say, you find it harder to look Nancy in the eye as you speak. Your hands fiddle with a loose thread on your jeans as you cautiously glance back and forth from your thigh to the woman sitting next to you. 

“Plus,” you say before you can lose your nerve. “I know how I look from an outsider’s perspective.” You risk a glance over at the kids, and even though they’re busy playing, you still lower your voice. “Young babysitter starts working for a family and then the parents are separating and I…ya know. With an older man. I know what people are going to assume when they look at me. And I don’t care, I really don’t, because I love him. And he loves me. But I care what the people in Eddie’s life think. What his family and friends think. Of me.”

Nancy lets out a sigh and there’s a sympathetic look in her eye as she nods her head. 

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have some of those thoughts when I first found out about you two,” she confesses. “Not long, but longer than I’d like to admit. But you know what I said to Steve once we got home? That if you’re the light that lit a fire under Eddie’s ass to get him to dump Brittany, then thank God.” 

Questions you want to ask Nancy about Brittany fly into your head in rapid succession. It doesn’t sound like the two of them were close. Does everyone hate her? It’s not hard to believe at all, but you’d love to hear it from a perspective other than Eddie’s. But between not wanting to look like a gossiper and the fact that the guys make their way into the room, you keep your mouth shut. 

Nancy must share this sentiment, and possibly doesn’t want to discuss Brittany much in front of the kids, because she changes the subject as the men settle into seats around you.

“You’re in school, right?” Nancy asks you.

“I am,” you reply. “Finishing up my basic education courses.”

“Do you know what you want to do once you graduate?”

“Not a clue,” you admit with a sigh. “Right now, I’m really enjoying babysitting.”

“The kids love you,” Nancy gushes, leaning forward and resting her hand on your arm. “Not just Luke and Ryan—Natalie and Theo couldn’t stop talking about you, either.”

A sense of pride swells in your chest and you can’t help the bashful smile that grows on your lips.

“They’re all such great kids,” you say. 

“Would you happen to have time to add the four great Harrington kids to your schedule?”

Having Nancy ask you that question makes you feel about fifty pounds lighter. Not only is she acknowledging you as part of Eddie’s life, but also has enough trust and faith in you to watch her children. The acceptance by her, Steve, and the kids makes you more emotional than you would’ve thought. It takes a moment for you to compose yourself to answer without your voice trembling.

“Of course!”

Your shoulders sag in relief and you hear a familiar tune being hummed behind you. Turning in your spot to look behind you, you see Steve perched on the back of the couch, a smug smile on his face. It takes your brain a moment to realize it’s Uptown Girl that he’s humming. Letting out an overly dramatic irritated groan, Eddie lunges at Steve, who shrieks and covers his chest.

“Stay away from my nipples, Munson!”

Nancy sighs and shakes her head.

“Would you look at that? There’s two more kids I didn’t account for.”

[so1arso1stice]

can u write bottom!ningning x fem!reader? Any plot you have in mind 🥹

ofc i can!

VERSACE PRINCESS

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f!bottom!idol!ningning x fem!switch!reader

summary: ningning was gone the whole day at a Versace event, and she had missed her girl so SO much ;)

warnings: smut, tongue play, sloppy kisses, overstimulation (ish), freaky shit in general, fingering, pet names, praising, after-care, a bit of fluff at the end

an: YESS IM SO HAPPY MY FIRST ASK IS A NINGNING SUGGESTION!!! ningning my girl frfr

the ending kinda sucks ik that im bad at writing endings from time to time so give me peace 🙏🏾

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it was 9pm, and you were on the couch watching tv, not! the tv was only just background noise to you, you were only looking at the door to see if you girlfriend, ningning had gotten back from her Versace event yet. at this point you’ve been waiting for around 2 hours for her and you’ve started to think that she’ll just come home in the morning. so you decide to try and actually find something good on tv to actually watch and you managed to find a show that’ll keep you occupied. after a couple minutes your eyes were glued to the tv.

until you heard keys jangling and the door rattling open, with an exhausted ningning walking into the house. you ran up to hug and kiss her “babe! i’ve missed you so much!” you said. you really, truly missed her; BAD. she did kiss and hug you back but they were more sloppy than her more classy, organized, kisses. you paid it no mind, it wasn’t the first time you guys were sloppy kissing.

ning says, in a more tired tone, “get on the bed, i have something for you.” she then whispers something in your ear,

“i want that pussy of yours so bad…”

you had a slight breath hitch. all you could do is just nod, go upstairs and get on the bed. you were contemplating on taking off your pants or waiting for ningning to do so, but you decided to take them off for her. (so kind of you 😊)

she walks into the bedroom and you were already on the bed, in a cute little pose for her. “damn,” “all dolled up for me?” she smirks “you really want to get ruined, huh?” you could only nod. you loved days when ningning was dominate!

she gave you a little pat on the head “mmm, my cute girl..” she sat down on the bed next to you and couldn’t stop looking at your already dripping wet pussy. she went to go and put her fingers in first, which already caused you to start opening up your legs. all she could do was lightly snicker. she loved whenever you acted like this, easily submitting to her. the sight was perfect in her eyes. she started to pump her fingers in and out, harder and harder. you couldnt help but start spewing out moans. this filled ningning with pure happiness, her favorite sound is your moans. she continue to pump her fingers in and out and you continued to moan those stunning moans.

“baby, i-im close…” you said. around this time, ningning was only fingering you for 8 minutes, that’s by far the quickest she’s ever made you cum. you could see her smirking. you could tell she was enjoying every second of this “cum for me, baby” were the only thing she said. without warning she added a third finger, very eager for you to cum “i can believe you’re about to cum so fast”

the third finger definetly you did leave you in some shock. you honestly felt like you were about to cum all over her. “your the only one who makes me feel like this, that’s why” you barely managed to speak out. you felt a pure state of joy. ningning has never really fingered you like this before, it seems like she’s extra eager to see you cum.

“ning, baby—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you cummed all over her fingers. you could see her smile an actual smile of happiness. “good girl. let’s see if i can make you cum again” she smirks as she goes to face your pussy. again, without warning, she sticks her tongue up your pussy, eating up all of the excess cum still on you. you honestly felt like you could just cum again by the feeling of this. never ever has ningning been so eager to eat you out. (she had a long day so it’s ok 😄 )

ningning honestly felt like she could die at this moment. she was keeping her dominance but inside she felt an indescribable state of bliss. she didn’t even notice how fast and deep she was licking up your insides. she was pumping her tongue in and out, occasionally touching your g-spot.

again, you felt close “baby…” ningning’s eyes were closed and she could barely even speak. she just made a little “hm?” sound, with her mouth not daring to leave your cunt.

“i’m close… a-again” you could feel ningning smirking at you. you felt kind of embarrassed but didn’t really care, she knows what she’s doing.

ningning lifted up your legs, holding them up in the air. this sight was beautiful for the both of you. your pov: had ningning beautifully eating you out. and ningning’s pov: had her eating out the girl of her dreams.

“baby, i’m gonna cum again” ningning could barely even react. you hot cum had came slowly into her mouth. finally, she had backed up from your pussy to look at her beautiful, fucked out girl. “awh baby, you tired?”

you nodded. you felt kind of ashamed because you usually last longer. the ashamed-ness quickly washed away with your beautiful girlfriend giving you praises such as “my sweet girl” “i love you” “you did great”

“i’ll be right back my sweet” she then goes to get a towel and cleans you up. “awh baby! you shouldn’t have!”

“i wanted to, you deserve after care” she goes to kiss your forehead before getting into bed next to you to cuddle.

“my versace princess” you say as you kiss her on the cheek, eventually falling asleep in her arms.

[jujumin-translates]

Misumi Ikaruga | [SSR] Sun Sun Laundry | Fluffy Compensation

Misumi: Ah, Sakuya!

Sakuya: Misumi-san!

Misumi: Are you coming home from your part-time job too~?

Sakuya: Yeah!

Misumi: Good work today~.

Sakuya: Good work to you too, Misumi-san.

Misumi: …

Sakuya: …?

Sakuya: Something wrong, Misumi-san?

Misumi: I made a mistake at my part-time job and ended up getting my uniform a little dirty… And I have my job again tomorrow too…

Sakuya: Really? I actually ended up getting my apron dirty too.

Sakuya: Well, if we do the laundry as soon as we get home, it should be fine for tomorrow, right?

Misumi: That’ll probably work! Let’s get home and do our laundry together~.

Sakuya: Yeah, let’s do that!

Sakuya: Though, it seems like it’s getting kinda cloudy.

Misumi: You’re right…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: We’re home!

Kazunari: Welcome back~.

Kazunari: You had your part-time job too, SakuSaku?

Sakuya: Yeah. I ran into Misumi-san on my way back.

Kazunari: It’s raining pretty hard~. You guys okay?

Sakuya: We’re fine. But…

Kazunari: But?

Sakuya: My apron got dirty at my part-time job, so I thought I’d just wash it…

Misumi: I wanted to wash my stuff too, but now it’d just get all wet…

Kazunari: Gotcha~. ‘Cause of the rain, right?

Juza: ‘M back.

Misumi: Welcome home~. Where are you coming from, Juza?

Juza: Rehearsal with Yuzo-san.

Juza: Got another one tomorrow, so I wanted to wash my practice clothes, but…

Sakuya: So you wanted to do laundry too, Juza-kun.

Kazunari: Maybe it’d dry indoors if we get the dehumidifier running~.

Izumi: What’s everyone gathered in here for?

Kazunari: So… Everyone’s a little screwed because they’ve all got stuff they need to have washed for tomorrow, but it’s raining.

Izumi: So that’s it. How about a laundromat then?

Sakuya: That’s a great idea!

Kazunari: Way to go, Director-chan!

Kazunari: But do we even have one near us?

Izumi: There’s this one in town! I can drive there if you want.

Juza: You will, Director?

Kazunari: With rain like this, your driving might be a bit…

Izumi: …?

Sakuya: It might affect your visibility.

Misumi: Then I can drive everyone there safely~.

Izumi: You will?

Misumi: I drove when Summer Troupe went on our trip, so leave it to me! You can just tell me the way there, Director-san!

Izumi: Ah, but…

Juza: ?

Sakuya: What’s wrong?

Izumi: It’s just that this laundromat is known for making your clothes super fluffy, so it’s a little more expensive than a regular laundromat…

Juza: Should be fine if we just wash everythin’ all together.

Sakuya: If we split the cost between the three of us, it’ll be cheaper!

Kazunari: And anything’s fine as long as Frooch-san doesn’t find out!

Izumi: …I guess so. Well then, let’s go.

Misumi: Set sail for the laundromat!

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Kazunari: Damn! This place has even better vibes than I thought it would!

Kazunari: Hey, hey, let’s all take a pic together!

Misumi: Yeah, yeaah! I wonder if there’s any triangles~!?

Sakuya: There’s a café here too.

Juza: Just what kinda laundromat is this…

Izumi: You guys can use the stuff over by where it says “WASH & DRY”!

Sakuya: I’ll put my laundry in this one.

Juza: Can you throw my practice clothes in too?

Misumi: …

Kazunari: Sumi, what’s with the sad vibes all of a sudden?

Misumi: Everything’s round!

Misumi: There coulda at least been triangle washing machines or something~…

Izumi: (A triangular washing machine seems like it wouldn’t spin easily…)

Izumi: Maybe there’s some triangular cake or something at the café!

Misumi: Really!?

Kazunari: Alright, let’s hit up the café while we wait on the laundry!

Sakuya: Sounds good!

Juza: Yea.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: Guys, look, look! They’re all triangles~!

Kazunari: Awesome! All the cakes really ARE triangular!

Juza: They all look good.

Sakuya: It’s so hard to choose!

Misumi: Thanks for telling us about this laundromat, Director-san~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Choose!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Option 1: You’re welcome!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: You’re welcome!

Misumi: I’ll get this cake with the triangle-shaped cream on it~.

Izumi: It says it’s a rich cheesecake. Sounds really good!

Misumi: Which one do you wanna get, Director-san?

Izumi: I’ll get… This shortcake.

Misumi: The strawberries on top are really cute~.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Option 2: I’m glad there are triangles here!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: I’m glad there are triangles here!

Misumi: I’m so happy to see lotsa triangles~.

Misumi: And all the cakes look super tasty!

Izumi: The cakes here are super cute and really good too.

Misumi: I can’t wait to try one!

Izumi: Fufu, I know, right?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kazunari: I’ll get the chocolate cake!

Sakuya: And I’ll take the baked cheesecake.

Juza: I’ll take the milk crepe, no-bake cheesecake, and the chocolate gateau.

Kazunari: You’re getting three things, Hyodle!?

Juza: Couldn’t pick just one.

Izumi: Ahaha, how about we get drinks too?

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Kazunari: Amazing! It really is super fluffy~!

Sakuya: Just like you said, Director!

Juza: Feels nice.

Misumi: My uniform is all fluffy again~!

Izumi: Fufu, I’m glad.

Kazunari: This on top of the totes tasty cakes, this laundromat is the best!

Sakuya: Yeah! I kinda wanna bring some stuff back for everyone.

Sakuya: Excuse me, can I get some stuff to-go?

Shop Worker: Yes, of course.

Juza: Aight, then I’m gonna get this cake for Muku and Tsumugi-san.

Juza: And then this quiche for Kumon…

Sakuya: I’ll get some cake to bring back to everyone too!

Misumi: Me too~!

Kazunari: Laundry done, lil’ surprises bought, it’s almost time to head on back!

Izumi: We are out a little late.

Misumi: Then I’ll drive us all back safely~.

Izumi: Thank you, Misumi-kun.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: We’re home~!

Sakyo: You’re all out late.

Omi: I’ll get some dinner ready for you guys.

Tsumugi: What were you five doing out together?

Izumi: Everyone had things they needed washed for tomorrow, so we went to a laundromat because of the rain.

Kazunari: BTDubs, we got some lil’ surprises for everyone!

Juza: This cake is for Muku and Tsumugi-san. And this quiche is for Kumon.

Muku: Waah, thanks, Ju-chan!

Tsumugi: It looks really good.

Kumon: Thanks, Nii-chan!

Sakuya: I got this cake. There isn’t a lot of it, but everyone’s welcome to have some.

Itaru: All triangles, huh.

Sakyo: Tch, even if they’re gifts, there was no need to buy that much stuff.

Tsuzuru: Wait… You guys said you went to a laundromat, right? Why’d you go all out of your way to stop and get stuff for us?

Sakuya: Actually, there was an attached cafè.

Misumi: There were lotsa yummy triangle deserts there.

Omi: Huh, I’m glad you found them.

Misumi: Ehehe, and it was a really good laundromat, so our clothes got super fluffy~.

Sakyo: …What?

Juza & Kazunari: Ah.

Sakuya: U-Umm! But it was only a few hundred yen more!

Izumi: (That’s not good…!)

Sakyo: …I suppose because of the rain, the laundromat was unavoidable.

Sakyo: However, there are plenty of cheap laundromats around if you just go and look.

Sakyo: And if you start with buying unnecessary things, the more money you’ll end up wasting…

Misumi: Sakyo’s eyes are triangles…

Kazunari: Not now, Sumi!

Sakyo: Oi, the hell did you just say?

Kazunari: Nothing ☆

Izumi: (I’ll start looking for a cheaper laundromat…)

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hi! First off, I just wanna say that I love your writing! It is very very good and I enjoy it very much :D

Second off, I have a request for TWDG

So, how would Marlon, Louis, Clem, Violet, and anyone else you want to add react to their future S/O who has a cat they really really love. Like, say if reader was with Clem whenever her and AJ got rescued. When reader wakes up, they immediately start looking for their cat and when whoever come to check on them, they bring out a knife they have in their shoe and start threading them until reader gets their cat back.

You don’t have to use that idea, just a little thing I thought of. Thank you for your time and thank you if you decide to write this! (Btw if you do you have a request that’ll be prioritized on my blog!)

Have a great day/night!

(Hey! This is basically same thing on my other account, I copy and pasted the request so I could put it on both of my accounts if that makes sense lmao. Anyways, Enjoy!)

Marlon, Louis, Clem and Vi x Reader who's missing a cat Platonic, brother AJ and Sibling reader

MARLON

When they heard the crash and found you guys, Marlon didn’t see your cat around

Much less even know there was a cat in the beginning 

So when he heard you had woken up, at first he was sorta relieved but apprehensive

Didn’t help when first thing you did when meeting was pull out a knife they missed in your boot and point it at his neck

You were demanding your cat

Marlon was so fucking confused

“What cat- there was no cat when we found you two and the boy.”

“...whAt-”

When he finally explained, he felt bad because you looked so sad

Your heart was so broken

Your cat was gone

You didn’t know if it ran away or had been eaten by walkers

And Marlon also felt bad because he knew what it was like being attached to an animal

Like he didn’t know what he would do if he lost Rosie

Clem also helped you trying to find it, Marlon tagged along also

And there was no luck until Marlon heard meowing by the gate

He jumped ngl

He then saw the cat

He felt so proud when he returned it to you

Felt like a damn hero with his hands on his hips

He loves the cat also!

He doesn’t like when the cat tries to play with his haier thinking it’s a fellow cat but-

Rosie surprisingly liked it too

Your cat liked him a bit too

Because we all know that if your pet doesn’t like them they gotta go

So yay! All good

LOUIS

Louis when he came to check on you was kinda excited new people were at the school

He and the others hadn’t seen anyone for a long time

But that excitement quickly turned into fear when he was thrown into the wall with a knife to his neck

Hands up and saying “Ay! I come in peace!”

Only thing he got from your yelling was that you had a cat, your cat was gone, and you wanted your cat

Problem was…Louis had found it and claimed it as his own-

Dw he was glad he had what you wanted

But he found the amazing creature who loved him and he loved it

Was so sad that he couldn’t keep it

He missed animals

Except Rosie, loves her to but he hadn’t seen a cat in a long time

Once you took the knife away from his neck he was like

“Okay, thank you for not murdering me- and yeah, I got a cat. What does your cat look like?” 

And once you told him he felt so sad he had to part ways with the amazing animal

But nonetheless he gave it back

Felt happy he reunited y’all

And also was so freaking happy because the cat followed him around

You didn’t wanna tear him away from the cat so you let them hang out

And Louis and the cat are best friends now

The cats always on his lap or sitting on his shoulder when eating dinner or playing a game

Always plot

Anything and everything

Pranks, gossip, day-to-day routine

Have their own language

CLEM

You had been with Clem and by extent AJ for a while

So she was pretty used to your cat

She loved it also

The cat was so cuddly

Also AJ loved it also, ever since he was a baby he always seemed fascinated by the little cat

So when you and Clem woke up and you started freaking out about your cat

She sorta panicked also and tried helping you find it

When y’all were introduced with everyone at the school your cat was still missing

Until you guys went hunting, Clem heard meowing and thought it was your cat

And she was right, she found the little feline in a tree as walkers were trying to get it

Once she killed the walkers the cat seemed so excited to see a familiar face and jumped down to her

She walked back with your cat in hand and was so relieved when your eyes sparkled seeing your animal

She missed the cat too tbh

AJ also was excited to see it again!

VI

Vi before it all absolutely loved cats

I believe she had one at some point

When the world went to shit she didn’t think about cats a lot

But when she did she never thought she would see one ever again

So when she went with Marlon and Louis when they heard the crash

She was shocked when she saw you, Clem and AJ all in the car surrounded by the dead

And even more shocked when she saw a cat there

The cat didn’t stick around though, hesitant but ran off when it saw the three teens

Vi was a bit sad but helped you guys out

When she heard you woke up and went to check on you she also got a knife to the throat and was threatened

When she heard you saying you wanted your cat it seemed like it clicked

She explained to you what happened to the cat and you seemed scared a bit

Like the cat could’ve been eaten or gotten hurt

So she helped you in finding the cat

In the hunting grounds, maybe in the school or she once snuck you guys out to the train station to go and find it

But no luck

Until one day she found out it had snuck through the gates and hid behind some of the bushes

She got it out with some food and it liked her a lot 

It rubbed it’s head against her hand when she picked it up and let me tell you she loved it so much

When she returned it to you she was happy at how happy you two seemed

But it didn’t end there

No ma’am 

The cat loves sticking around her

Y’know those movies where someone dramatically sits in a chair, turning it around with a cat in their lap and is like

“I’ve been expecting you…”

THAT'S VI AND THE CAT

“I’ve been expecting you, (Name).”

“...How long have you been waiting there for me to come in?”

“A while actually. Louis came in and I thought he was you but he passed out in fear- I’m pretty proud of myself.”

You can’t tear them away from each other

Ever

PLATONIC AJ

You had been with Clem since the beginning, and there when AJ was born

AJ never remembered the cat coming along, in truth it was there before he was

The cat was pretty old

But he loved it so much

He never really understood there wasn’t a lot left

But he always liked holding it and how the cat always liked nuzzling its head against his hand

So when you and Clem were asleep, he was angry he couldn’t see you guys and was in a strange place with people he didn’t know

He was also angry because your cat was missing

So he tried finding it everywhere

The others didn’t know what he was looking for because he didn’t tell them and didn’t wanna talk to them without you guys

Everyone just sees him looking under tables like

“Kitty? Where’d you go? (Name)’s gonna wanna see you when they wake up.”

So let’s just say when you guys woke up he felt sad and a bit disappointed in himself because he couldn’t find the cat

So he tried even harder

And he did find the cat

And he felt so proud giving it back to you once he did

The cat also was so happy to see him

Little cat member of the family

[uraveragelonelyhuman]

Hi! First off, I just wanna say that I love your writing! It is very very good and I enjoy it very much :D

Second off, I have a request for TWDG

So, how would Marlon, Louis, Clem, Violet, and anyone else you want to add react to their future S/O who has a cat they really really love. Like, say if reader was with Clem whenever her and AJ got rescued. When reader wakes up, they immediately start looking for their cat and when whoever come to check on them, they bring out a knife they have in their shoe and start threading them until reader gets their cat back.

You don’t have to use that idea, just a little thing I thought of. Thank you for your time and thank you if you decide to write this! (Btw if you do you have a request that’ll be prioritized on my blog!)

Have a great day/night!

(Yo! Sure I can! I may have messed this up a bit, so sorry. Anyways, here ya go! Enjoy!)

Marlon, Louis, Clem and Vi x Reader who's missing their cat Platonic, Brother AJ and sibling Reader

MARLON

When they heard the crash and found you guys, Marlon didn’t see your cat around

Much less even know there was a cat in the beginning 

So when he heard you had woken up, at first he was sorta relieved but apprehensive

Didn’t help when first thing you did when meeting was pull out a knife they missed in your boot and point it at his neck

You were demanding your cat

Marlon was so fucking confused

“What cat- there was no cat when we found you two and the boy.”

“...whAt-”

When he finally explained, he felt bad because you looked so sad

Your heart was so broken

Your cat was gone

You didn’t know if it ran away or had been eaten by walkers

And Marlon also felt bad because he knew what it was like being attached to an animal

Like he didn’t know what he would do if he lost Rosie

Clem also helped you trying to find it, Marlon tagged along also

And there was no luck until Marlon heard meowing by the gate

He jumped ngl

He then saw the cat

He felt so proud when he returned it to you

Felt like a damn hero with his hands on his hips

He loves the cat also!

He doesn’t like when the cat tries to play with his haier thinking it’s a fellow cat but-

Rosie surprisingly liked it too

Your cat liked him a bit too

Because we all know that if your pet doesn’t like them they gotta go

So yay! All good

LOUIS

Louis when he came to check on you was kinda excited new people were at the school

He and the others hadn’t seen anyone for a long time

But that excitement quickly turned into fear when he was thrown into the wall with a knife to his neck

Hands up and saying “Ay! I come in peace!”

Only thing he got from your yelling was that you had a cat, your cat was gone, and you wanted your cat

Problem was…Louis had found it and claimed it as his own-

Dw he was glad he had what you wanted

But he found the amazing creature who loved him and he loved it

Was so sad that he couldn’t keep it

He missed animals

Except Rosie, loves her to but he hadn’t seen a cat in a long time

Once you took the knife away from his neck he was like

“Okay, thank you for not murdering me- and yeah, I got a cat. What does your cat look like?” 

And once you told him he felt so sad he had to part ways with the amazing animal

But nonetheless he gave it back

Felt happy he reunited y’all

And also was so freaking happy because the cat followed him around

You didn’t wanna tear him away from the cat so you let them hang out

And Louis and the cat are best friends now

The cats always on his lap or sitting on his shoulder when eating dinner or playing a game

Always plot

Anything and everything

Pranks, gossip, day-to-day routine

Have their own language

CLEM

You had been with Clem and by extent AJ for a while

So she was pretty used to your cat

She loved it also

The cat was so cuddly

Also AJ loved it also, ever since he was a baby he always seemed fascinated by the little cat

So when you and Clem woke up and you started freaking out about your cat

She sorta panicked also and tried helping you find it

When y’all were introduced with everyone at the school your cat was still missing

Until you guys went hunting, Clem heard meowing and thought it was your cat

And she was right, she found the little feline in a tree as walkers were trying to get it

Once she killed the walkers the cat seemed so excited to see a familiar face and jumped down to her

She walked back with your cat in hand and was so relieved when your eyes sparkled seeing your animal

She missed the cat too tbh

AJ also was excited to see it again!

VI

Vi before it all absolutely loved cats

I believe she had one at some point

When the world went to shit she didn’t think about cats a lot

But when she did she never thought she would see one ever again

So when she went with Marlon and Louis when they heard the crash

She was shocked when she saw you, Clem and AJ all in the car surrounded by the dead

And even more shocked when she saw a cat there

The cat didn’t stick around though, hesitant but ran off when it saw the three teens

Vi was a bit sad but helped you guys out

When she heard you woke up and went to check on you she also got a knife to the throat and was threatened

When she heard you saying you wanted your cat it seemed like it clicked

She explained to you what happened to the cat and you seemed scared a bit

Like the cat could’ve been eaten or gotten hurt

So she helped you in finding the cat

In the hunting grounds, maybe in the school or she once snuck you guys out to the train station to go and find it

But no luck

Until one day she found out it had snuck through the gates and hid behind some of the bushes

She got it out with some food and it liked her a lot 

It rubbed it’s head against her hand when she picked it up and let me tell you she loved it so much

When she returned it to you she was happy at how happy you two seemed

But it didn’t end there

No ma’am 

The cat loves sticking around her

Y’know those movies where someone dramatically sits in a chair, turning it around with a cat in their lap and is like

“I’ve been expecting you…”

THAT'S VI AND THE CAT

“I’ve been expecting you, (Name).”

“...How long have you been waiting there for me to come in?”

“A while actually. Louis came in and I thought he was you but he passed out in fear- I’m pretty proud of myself.”

You can’t tear them away from each other

Ever

PLATONIC AJ

You had been with Clem since the beginning, and there when AJ was born

AJ never remembered the cat coming along, in truth it was there before he was

The cat was pretty old

But he loved it so much

He never really understood there wasn’t a lot left

But he always liked holding it and how the cat always liked nuzzling its head against his hand

So when you and Clem were asleep, he was angry he couldn’t see you guys and was in a strange place with people he didn’t know

He was also angry because your cat was missing

So he tried finding it everywhere

The others didn’t know what he was looking for because he didn’t tell them and didn’t wanna talk to them without you guys

Everyone just sees him looking under tables like

“Kitty? Where’d you go? (Name)’s gonna wanna see you when they wake up.”

So let’s just say when you guys woke up he felt sad and a bit disappointed in himself because he couldn’t find the cat

So he tried even harder

And he did find the cat

And he felt so proud giving it back to you once he did

The cat also was so happy to see him

Little cat member of the family

[flintstill]

Eeeeep.

So, show exceeded my expectations. (Except that if you are in the front row the headphones actually take away from the intimacy (which if you’re using them and not in the front I believe they add intimacy), I pushed them back so I could hear the actors from the stage but also the engineered audio too—would recommend)

The people behind me either hadn’t read the play or it was LONG ago because they gasped twice at things you knew coming if read. Honestly love that element of surprise for them—wish I could have that experience too.

I was sat next to my “fellow nutter” queue buddy, which was nice. Afterwards she got out of the theatre like a bat out of hell and I should’ve followed because I somehow underestimated the stage door crowd and was near the end past the barricade and the security guy said we’d have to scrunch up behind and crowd in and hand stuff or he couldn’t let it happen for us past the barricade. I somehow found and indentation in the crowd against the barricade. Saw my queue buddy further up but she wasn’t right at the front either.

He came out and as he was coming closer I guess someone said it was their birthday and he wished them happy birthday and then wished “happy birthday to all of you” it was cute.

I hate hate HATE being pushy esp with celebs and really would have loved an interaction most of all but I did manage to hold my program in a “take it or leave it” opportunistic but not aggressive spot, like the window between heads but also pulled back behind to be even less obtrusive. I honestly was kind of expecting him not to be able to get to it and just getting a better spot tomorrow but he did take it and sign it and I told him that you for doing this and that I appreciated him but I was between other hellos and an interaction or eye contact wasn’t in the cards for me :/ why do I care? Idk but I do (parasocial reasons, probably)

I saw my queue buddy after I got signed and went up to her so celebrate our signings but she didn’t get hers :( she said she was about to and then some tall person stepped in. I felt really bad. I wouldn’t have come up to her in such a celebratory way had I known. She lives in London so I suggested she go after a showing she isn’t seeing but she said that felt like cheating so :/

Damn that one tumblr poster with the amazing end of show videos and photos and who got eye contact with DT and it photo documented for posterity’s sake at that—you set me up for a bit of disappointment lol.

No I’m happy. I mean I would’ve loved that or some kind of interaction even more than an autograph tbh but I get it. I do kind of want to try again but then that makes me self conscious

I am mad at myself for being too self conscious of the no photography rule and not taking a video when the actors all came out since I was in the first fucking row 🤦‍♀️ so if anyone took vids that night (Thurs 11/21) pls share

But you know what I managed to get front row tix for £25, no one on cast was sick, I saw David Tennant and got a signed program—like good 👍 good 👍 good 👍 let us not dwell on what could have been better (one of my talents). Please let the goods be a good omen for the news I’m getting tomorrow

The original ticket I bought a year ago is for tomorrow, but I wanted today’s bc 1) front row, 2) I find out tomorrow before the showtime so I’m either gonna be really happy and distracted or really disappointed and distracted.

And honestly idk how I feel about seeing it tomorrow in general. I WANT to see it again, it’ll be a different perspective since it won’t be front row, and I’ll therefore tune fully in to the headphones, but I also kinda want that front row experience to be the freshest in my mind when I leave from here and that’ll be behind tomorrows performance unless I want to wait in the cold and rain Saturday and see it a third time in a row which seems excessively concentrated.

Not that he’ll see this but also apologies to DT especially if my watching felt like a gaze burning a hole sometimes my adhd makes me forget to blink when I’m concentrating 😬 (I’ve been told I can be. Intense. I hope it wasn’t, like off putting and full on)

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Part one

Mmm, soft…cozy…good bed…wait, bed? You take in a deep breath and will your eyes to open, well, open is kinda inaccurate. When you’re in your true form your “eyes” are just glowy shapes on your flat shadow face…WHY ARE YOU IN YOUR TRUE FORM??? You quickly shift back into your human disguise, frantically looking around the room to make sure no one saw you…coast is clear, that’s one good thing about this fucking mess

Ok, ok! What are some things about what is happening right now? That should help. You’re in a room you’ve never seen before, it’s decorated well, if a little gothic in color. The bed you’re on is soft, big too, and is that? Oh fuck, it’s a canopy bed. You always wanted one of those as a kid! Wait, no, focus. There’s a large window on the wall to your left covered by blackout curtains, and there are two doors that connect to the room. One, closer to the left wall, in front of you and one to your right. The one in front of you is open, and seems to lead into a bathroom, so the one to your right probably leads out of here

Out of here, you need to get out of here! You don’t think that’ll be easy though, judging by the small amount of light shining behind the curtains and how well rested you feel you’re certain that it’s day now. Fuck, day means people are awake, day means shadows are more obvious, day means everyone’s still alert. Ok, maybe hold off on the escape for now then. It would be smarter to figure out what exactly is going on before doing anything stupid

You wonder if you’re allowed to leave the room. The door looks like it locks from this side, and you’re not tied up in any way. Apparently you even felt comfy enough to slip into your true form! Ugh, you just hope that happened after your kidnapper put you in here. You pat yourself down for good measure and, yep, they took your phone. You’d be a little embarrassed if they didn’t honestly, this is a gang of trained killers and they couldn’t even kidnap someone right? Ha!

Oh god, they’re a gang of trained killers. You shake your head, nothing good will come from panicking, you have to stay calm if you want to make it out of this. You look around a bit more and notice a small digital alarm clock on the right bed side table, oh! At least you can know when you are. Where would probably be more helpful but-Eleven fifty nine??? How the fuck did that happen? You mean, sure you use like three alarms to make sure you wake up at six every morning, but still

Then again, maybe that’s for the best? You feel pretty good honestly, you can’t remember the last time you got eight hours let alone…when were you kidnapped? Right after clocking out so like…ok definitely at least twelve hours, damn. As you’re pondering how you could sleep so long you’re damn near scared out of your fake skin by the right door opening. It isn’t slammed open or anything, quite the opposite, all you can see is one empty skeletal eye socket. The socket curves upwards as whoever is looking in at you chuckles, their laugh is deep and you swear you can feel it all the way from the bed

“Don’t worry Kid, I’m not here to hurt ya, unless I have to, course” The skeleton opens the door fully, stepping into the room to reveal his enormous stature. You’re about a head shorter than Dream in this form and this guy is at least a head taller than him. That paired with his singular red left eye light and the giant, seemingly smashed in, gap on the left side of his skull made him horrifying, which is pretty fitting for him. Dream made sure you knew what all of Nightmare’s elites looked like, just in case you ran into them, and this one had to be Horror

You take a moment, making sure your voice is as steady and friendly as possible when you ask him what he is here for. His ever present eire smile drops and you’re afraid you offended him somehow before he states “Ya missed breakfast” You blink once…twice…huh?

You tear your eyes away from his skull for a moment and notice the plate of food in his hands “I wanted to wake ya for it, but the boss said that if ya were still sleepin ya needed the rest” Oh…um, you’re sorry “It’s ok, I got yur extra serving so it worked out” He gives you a playful wink before moving to sit on the bed next to you, the mattress dips heavily under his weight but the bed itself seems to handle it just fine. How much can a skeleton weigh anyhow? “Well?” Oh! You’re sorry, just um…taking it all in

“I get it, it must be weird for ya wakin up in a new place ya didn’t fall asleep in. Gotta say, it’s a little weird for me seein ya all…fleshy” Ah…so he saw that “Ya all dark and floaty? Yeah, Boss said you were a shapeshifter but it was still weird to see our “human” turn into a monster” You grimace, you respect monsters and all but something about being called one picked at something deep in your mind. You see his face soften a little at your reaction, his eye light darting around to try and find something else to talk about before landing on your plate

“Ya should eat that before it gets cold, put a lotta work into it” You’re taken aback a bit by his concern before turning your attention to your plate. It looks good, smells heavenly, you should probably be more weary about anything these people give you but fuck are you hungry. You thank him before taking a bite…

This is the best thing you’ve had in months. You feel him laugh at your comment as much as you hear it, it rumbles in his ribcage like a belly laugh, even though he shouldn’t have a belly? He looks like he does though, an odd trait you’ve noticed about skeletons is that when they put on clothes the cloth seems to bend and stretch around skin or fat that isn’t visibly there. Of course you’ve never been close enough with a skeleton to be able to tell if it really is there or not, you weren’t going to poke Dream in the gut just to get answers. Though, you did think about it once…ok it like six times, but that’s still pretty low!

When you shake your mind free of it’s wandering you look down to see you’ve already inhaled half your plate “Hungry little thing aren’t ya? Want seconds?” You laugh slightly before looking up at him. Oh, he’s serious. His face falls again “Course I am. If ya’re hungry ya get fed, that’s how it is around here…Did he not feed ya?” What? You mean, Dream took you to get dinner a few times- “I don’t mean fancy dinners, I mean when he kept ya after hours, did he make sure ya were fed?” How does he…he’s getting angry, an eerie smile that doesn’t reach his rockets spreads across his face and you swear you can feel his rage coming off of him. You’re not even sure why he’d be so angry, so in your panic you tell him the truth. There were a few nights with Dream where you didn’t get to eat, but that wasn’t his- “Yes, it is. He treats ya like his little birdy but doesn’t make sure ya’re fed? Some master” He’s your boss “Was your boss. Until we get what we want ya’re not goin anywhere little birdy”

You swallow, what do they want from you? Long term you mean. He shrugs “What boss always wants, more land. He’s been eyein up that park downtown for a while now” So…you’re being held for ransom? “Basically, boss said to treat you like one of the gang while ya’re here though, aside from lettin ya outside, course. Ya’re safe with us Kid” You gently remind him that you have a name “Eh, I don’t think it suits you” You’re well into your twenties “So? Ya’re shorter than me, so ya’re a kid” You open your mouth to fight back but you shut if just as quick, you feel like there’s no winning this argument

“Once ya’re done eatin we need to get you to the boss. Don’t think he has much to say, he just wants to meet ya in person” Oh, good, just what your nerves need, meeting the leader of the most terrifying gang in the city! You sigh and nod, trying to take a little more time with the rest of your food now that you know what waits for you once you finish. You consider not eating at all, but fuck his cooking is too good for that! Besides, you’ll need your strength to have a brave face while talking to him, so maybe this is for the best. You need them to think you’re not a threat

Once you finish your plate Horror stands from the bed and reaches out his hand. You sit there a moment before handing him your plate. He looks a bit confused before chuckling, holding out his other hand. Oh, right, they need you to stay here, of course he wants ahold of you. You give him your hand and the two of you make your way to Nightmare’s office, not before Horror makes a small detour to make sure your plate ends up in the kitchen first though

The house, manor? That you’re in is a little insane. It’s all very extravagant but in a sophisticated way? The lights, the paintings on the walls, the way both of your foot steps click down the hall, it makes you feel like you’re in a fucking castle rather than an actual home. Well, you guess castles were homes too, but they were also a lot more than that. Aaaand you’re here, great, you didn’t get a feel for the layout at all. You really need to stop spacing out so much

Horror looks down to you before rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, was he…trying to comfort you? That makes two times within the last, what, fifteen minutes? You thought these guys were supposed to be ruthless, soul less killers, that’s always what Dream told you anyway

Before you can dwell on that thought he knocks twice on the heavy wooden door of Nightmare’s office. From behind it you hear a deep, slightly distorted voice “Come in” Horror opens the door and holds it open for you, letting you step into your own hell first. How thoughtful. You sigh and step past the threshold, but instead of the one literal nightmare you expected to be there, you’re instead graced with two. Nightmare sitting regally behind his desk, while his right hand Killer, stands behind him, an elbow propped against his bosses chair

A smile creeps its way onto Nightmare’s face upon seeing you, his one visible eye socket curving up with it “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Please, have a seat, we have much to discus”

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Empire of Storms, day 10

Ch 58

Ok so then… there’s no lock. Or the lock is already in possession of somebody else?

Who has the lock, then? The witch clans?

Maybe Baba Yellowlegs had it? In the traveling carnival? Maybe Lorcan and Elide can find it if they go back with their traveling carnival friends?

Ansel is here! I remember you. You broke Celaena’s heart, once. You made her afraid of opening up to people. Of making friends.

You kinda suck. Are you… here to make amends?

Ch 59

I guess SO!

I bet Aedion feels like a total ass right now.

The scene at the end with Aedion and Lysandra? Talk about putting the breaks on. Girl, he already proposed to you! What part of “something between us” do you still need convincing of, lol.

If she just wants to be friends, she just wants to be friends. I guess that’ll have to be enough. But I do feel kind of bad for Aedion, it sucks to put your heart out there and get received like that.

Ch 60

"There was not one hour that I did not think about what I did in the desert. How you fired that arrow after twenty-one minutes. You told me twenty, that you'd shoot even if I wasn't out of range. I was counting; I knew how many it had been. You gave me an extra minute."

AW.

That actually means a lot. This girl was the first one to break Celaena’s heart, and it’s good to know that she forgave her. That she was gonna come free her from Endovier. Damn, friendship really does mean forever in this story. And Ansel is a real valuable friend to have.

(My only wish is she would be nicer to Manon?)

(Like I get it, the connection to the Wastes isn’t just gonna be easily forgotten by either of them, but ouch)

(Everyone be nice to Manon, please!)

(She’s on your side, so treat her with respect!)

Another Manorian scene!

(It’s ok you guys, I’m a big girl, I can read about people having sex even if I don’t personally ship it, lol)

(I like reading smut! It’s actually kind of my favorite! I just like it better when… I can have feelings, and get emotionally invested in the characters, y’know?)(I also enjoy sex just for the sake of sex, so I’m happy to read any smut SJM is willing to write, because she’s really good at it, and it’s fun to read)

(I’ll stop picking on these two now)

(They seem happy and healthy and horny, and honestly, good for them)

Maeve is here to crash the party. Well well well. Maybe Aelin is gonna defeat her? Find some way to trick her into ending the oath on all the rest of them? Now would be a good time to do that, because I think Elide would cry a lot if Fenrys and Gavriel decide to obey her and kill Lorcan.

Ch 61

What is Rowan doing so secretly!

Is he earning alliances? I’m real curious.

I would like some clarification on mates and mating, as it pertains to this series. Are mating bonds treated like the most supreme thing in this world, the way they are in ACOTAR? Are they rare? If a person were to lose their mate, would they ever be able to find another one? How many mates can someone have? Is there a way to break a mating bond, if you don’t want to be in it anymore? Are Rowan and Aelin allowed to call themselves mates, because they’ve fallen in love, and claimed each other with bites, or is it more complicated than that? Would people respect a relationship like theirs - if they choose to be together even though they’re not fated mates - or is it taboo to devote yourself to someone like that?

Ch 62

“Dorian cut the Queen of Terrasen a wry glance. “People other than you can solve things, you know.” “

Lol. Yeah, we know!

Good job, baby. You put that mind to good work. You’re good at riddles!

(I think I spaced out, because I don’t remember reading that riddle) (but still. Good job!)

I’m kinda excited for a Manon and Aelin solo adventure!

Ch 63

So um.

No solo adventure, huh?

Just gonna stay right here with the rest of the cast. That’s - not what I wanted, but ok.

Dorian talking to Rowan about dying, oof 💔

At least they are among friends.

(They’re not gonna die tho! By the hands of Maeve? She wishes.)

Ch 64

Manon and Aelin solo adventure!

Let the bond of friendship begin!

I’m hyped!

I was talking to my ER provider about where I am in these books. He was very enthusiastic about telling me that Tower of Dawn is his favorite book in the series, and that I just need to hang in there, because it’s about to get so good.

I didn’t say I’m not enjoying this book, but I was complaining about the pacing, and how I’m sick of the stakes being so high all the time, and just ready for the characters to be happy and be in love. Which. I do still stand by. But also. I am sick of the action sequences that feel like filler episode fights. This book has been kinda nonstop with them. For all that Lysandra complains about her fear of losing friends, it doesn’t seem like that’s a reality. They’re kinda stacked, in terms of strength and power and magic vs the bad guys. I feel like I haven’t really worried about anyone, except Elide, but that was before she and Lorcan joined up with Aelin. Now that they’re all together I feel like they’re pretty much unstoppable.

I hope I’m not about to eat my words, because I DON’T want to see anybody get hurt. But yeah. Would like things to move along, plot wise outside of the action and fighting. I’m ready to feel something emotional.

[mylifeincinema]

My Week(s) in Reviews: January 1, 2023

First and foremost... Happy New Year!!

Okay... now let’s get into it. I’m keeping these short because I have little to say about them or they’re going to be featured in My Best of 2022 shortly, anyway, so let’s just go with the old three things format for most of these, yeah? Good.

The Fabelmans (Steven Spielberg, 2022)

1. Wholly feels like the film Spielberg’s been working toward.

2. That final shot is the reason (as if I needed another one) why Spielberg is my favorite director.

3. I’m going to be genuinely shocked if this lands anywhere other than on top of my top films of 2022. - 10/10

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (Rian Johnson, 2022)

1. What a cast!!

2. A ton of fun, and it chooses an approach and sticks with it. If you’re underwhelmed with the ‘twists’, that’s kinda the point.

3. Seriously, though... what a cast!! - 8.5/10

Babylon (Damien Chazelle, 2022)

What a clusterf*ck…

It’s very clear Chazelle lost the thread about 40% in. Cutting that whole Tobey storyline would help. Also cut the opening scene, just start on the party. Tighten up Margot’s arc, we didn’t need that snake shit. Cut Jovan’s arc complete, there’s enough there thematically for a separate film. Give that to someone who can tell it in a way that’ll actually resonate. Leave everything with Brad Pitt alone. He was fantastic and his arc is the only one that felt like it progressed and ended naturally. Beautiful, tragic, interesting shit, right there. Actually loved the ending, but a bunch of other late moments for Diego felt sloppy/rushed. The phenomenal editing helps some of the more upsetting issues throughout, but can’t save the film from the total loss of cohesion in the those final acts. Despite all its many flaws, though, I still pretty close to loved about 65% of this film. - 6/10

Avatar: The Way of Water (James Cameron, 2022)

1. Visually stunning. Probably the easiest VFX win since the last, right?

2. Someone should give Fincher the money for his 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea... if this film is anything, it’s proof the tech has reached the point where Fincher’s vision is not only possible, but feasible.

3. Has James Cameron actually ever heard two people talking to each other? My God, that dialogue is atrocious. (The screenplay all-around, really.) Yikes. - 6.5/10

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story (Eric Appel, 2022)

1. This is not only the perfect approach to a Weird Al biopic, I’m pretty sure it’s the only approach to a Weird Al biopic.

2. Very funny if you’re familiar with Yankovic as a person, downright hilarious if you go in only knowing his music.

3. Evan Rachel Wood as Madonna... I repeat, Evan Rachel Wood as Madonna. My God! - 7.5/10

Emily the Criminal (John Patton Ford, 2022)

1. Aubrey Plaza is really damn good.

2. So is just how terribly things go in that third act.

3. The rest... not so much. I really don’t get all the hype. - 5/10

Black Adam (Jaume Collet-Serra, 2022)

1. This is a very bad movie. Very easily one of the worst of the year.

2. Any promise Dwayne Johnson had every shown has been tossed in the garbage for terrible line delivery and tough-guy stares.

3. Pierce Brosnan deserved better than this. An interesting character and perfect casting completely wasted in favor of whatever this shit was supposed to be. - 2/10

The People We Hate at the Wedding (Claire Scanlon, 2022)

1. Not a good movie by any stretch.

2. But Kristen Bell.

3. And Allison Janney. - 5.5/10

A Christmas Story Christmas (Clay Kaytis, 2022)

1. Corny as f*ck.

2. But the type of corny I can get behind.

3. And that Christmas morning was the obvious tear-jerker material I’m a sucker for. - 6/10

The Shop Around the Corner (Ernst Lubitsch, 1940)

1. James Stewart really is one of my all-time favorite actors. Just always so damn good.

2. Love me some Lubitsch, yet for some reason I have so many blind spots with him.

3. I know we live in completely different times, but even looking through the scope of the time, that ending seemed a bit forced. Still a delightful film overall, but she must’ve been really desperate to let the shit he pulled go. - 7/10

Elvis (Baz Luhrmann, 2022)

1. Significantly better than I expected. But painfully overlong.

2. Austin Butler is fantastic. Tom Hanks is (somehow) borderline awful.

3. Baz Luhrmann’s direction is god-awful. But there’s a shit-ton of it, so I guess the Golden Globes look at Directing like the Academy does editing, now. - 5.5/10 (Almost all of those 5.5 are for Butler and the early performance sequences only.)

Enjoy!

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

[vilevileposting]

I'm really enjoying my first reading of Homestuck

I forgor to post this after Homestuck Book Club!

In my notes for Week 3 I talk a little about not really knowing how this blew up and how niche it feels, but I think the picture is forming. WV: Ascend demonstrated that even without really knowing what's going on, Homestuck definitely has the narrative pull to bring me along for the ride. Compared to that, a 13 year old trying to read the thing her friends like probably won't care that she's not picking up on all the references and programmer humor.

My discord status has been RANCOROUS for several weeks. I think the time may be nigh to make a second homestuck reference.

Week 3:

539: Not convinced that John’s dad’s room will be much of anything. Maybe that’ll be the point where John learns his dad doesn’t give a shit about harlequins and the harlequin thing was all a misguided attempt to connect with his son! But if that’s what that is then what John walks in and sees is probably a normal room as opposed to like some FMA shit.

543: The combination of a book whose girth is known to be lethal with a system whose velocity is known to be lethal is interesting.

544:

As a metaphor for the disconnect between you and also you’re the guy who knocked over your grandmother’s ashes and cleaned them up like shit. Where are those ashes now, John, were you careful with them?

554: Lethal momentum through a wall, baby!!! I still get credit for seeing the future even when it’s heavily foreshadowed.

556: Southern colonel? ☹

592: Does this guy have Kamina glases…

614: Based on how I’ve heard Dave’s name more than John’s as a fandom outsider, John really kinda is the other guy.

629: Blood Loss in the Big Easy sounds like a made up nonsense phrase that somehow captures the intended vintage vibe but it turns out New Orleans is actually called the Big Easy.

636: I bet I can annoy Char by incorporating the phrase “that’s really all there is to say on the matter” into my vocabulary.

644: TOBY FOX ARRIVAL

645: I’m constantly struck by how niche this all feels. I haven’t gotten any answers to why homestuck blew up like it did, and I think I won’t until I get to the trolls.

651: I bet that mystery silhuette is GG

672: Damning hole in my “this guy is a shadow demon” theory – no sharp teef

687: Lot of king hatred for a guy who isn’t a shadow demon in a cosmology that literally or metaphorically uses chess pieces…

691: Bro eats green… Me too man.

696: CAR DEPENDENCY!!!

699: Chess board…………………

704: Raising my eyebrow at the ominous planet

708: Me reaching this page marks the first time anyone has thought about Tab since the Tab mine collapse in 2013

713: Hidden message vibes from this page.

714: How could I forget sburb is green. Sburb is green, this guy eats green, think about it!

716: I think Cal sacrificed himself to save Dave, hence the face turn to thinking puppets are awesome and being rancorous. Also – kernelsprite prototyped with dead bird!

756: I don’t even know what a cliffhanger is, Andrew Hussie. I am reading this webcomic five thousand years in the future, cliffhangers are nothing to me. Your world is laid bare for me at my leisure.

757: Coolest shit ever. Whole lot going on. Just want to flex that I noticed the sburb rocket is in the crater of Rose’s house, complete with wizard hand. The next crater we see is John’s house, which bizarrely grows a tree, then a sburb fruit, then we see that sburb fruit is also a weird pod that the (other) other guy seems to be living inside, or emering from. After that we see a crater next to a volcano, and we see the meteor actually hit somewhere that’s clearly uninhabited and explicitly an ocean over. Also with a MASSIVE hole where the volcano used to be. There’s a chance GG is a mountain hermit but no matter how you dice it, with only three meteors they were never all going to be accounted for. John’s dad is a sleeper hit, what a badass. Those fools put him in the trick cuffs and now he’s going to tear through hell doomslayer style. Rose’s mom also seems to have a secret tunnel to the lab, which has a spirograph on it! Dave’s brother in the relative present seems like he might actually be the coolest guy ever between the hat and confirmed kamina glasses, so he might actually be 100% the kind of guy Dave thinks he is. Final note: the symbols for latitude and longitude look like the wandering vagrant’s tattoo.

[overfedvenison]

Looking over the new Tau rules... - It’s lame there’s no Mont’ka - Farsight Enclaves is still in the base rules - You can use Commander Farsight at the exclusion of Ethereals. I don’t see any other benefits yet, though. At first it seemed like Farsight was kinda lame in this edition - He just has a statblock, the ability to reroll hits and wounds in melee 1/battle, and buffs his squad to add 1 to the Wound Roll within 9″ (Albeit, including in melee.)

Notably, his stat line does not seem to change much for his new model, not even with his in-built anti-psyker Talisman. This seems lame.

However... Battlesuits are now Vehicles again. That that means, he can Tank Shock:

Which... 10d6; more likely 12d6. That’s... A lot. That is going to be remarkably out of it’s weight class.

- Everything is a lot more modest, overall. Weaker profiles, etc. And Commanders (except Farsight) are hitting on 3+ now. But I’d like to point out the Commanders... Each seems to have a role

(Coldstar has Move 12, but pairs well with Strike and Fade to allow everyone to move 24″) ...I’ll note that this means Farsight should be particularly stand-out with a band of Flamethrower guys. Good for me, that’s my MO. Crisis Suits themselves are about what you would expect... But they do get a surprise in that they can now innately advance 6″ which is very nice. As was stated, Assault weapons are now way less common and you mostly need a Coldstar to use them. So choose your role carefully. Note that Gun Drones got a stealth upgrade since they are no longer divided into Drones and Non-Drones (That is, a Crisis Battlesuit now just HAS the drone weapons as part of it’s own profile) and so anything that buffs the Battlesuits also buffs the Drones. - !!! SHAPERS HAD A FUGGIN GLOW-UP

6 attacks after charge, grants an entire squad of Carnivores 6+ Feel No Pain, and give their squad The Grisley Feast strategem automatically. Not that normal Kroot also get this, but only 5+. If you can eat someone in melee? That’ll be damn good, especially if you can get like a full squad of 20.

Not only that, but Kroot and Shapers both have Stealth - they get an innate -1 to-hit; that seems EXCELLENT. - Aun-shi is still around, pretty decent, and can now lead some kroot - Krootox hit on a 3+ at range if they are near other Kroot, and a 2+ in melee. Hounds can get a +1 to wound, which is nice with their 3 strength, but I feel like utilizing that is impractical and prevents you from eating your enemies properly. - You can now have some battlesuits behind a Tidewall Shieldline to give them cover, which is going to look very cool

- The Farstalkers are here to stay, it seems:

And they’re good! Look at that: Precision, Lethal Hits, and Ignore Cover. The entire squad can now take aim at one character!

[mechatiqe]

At her first question, the mechanic smiled nervously. “I-I mean, you do seem to enjoy some fighting games…” he muttered, then pressed his lips shut, because if he wanted to fix things between them, he really needed to think before he talks. Damn it. “Not—! Not to say that you enjoy the violence part! …M-maybe. Well, you just uh, look like you would slap a guy if you need to.” Was that better? Man, this was so hard. For an extrovert, he sure felt like he sucked at socializing sometimes.

“A…anyways, you um, you do have a point, I guess.” His shoulders slumped, looking more than a little distressed as he eyed the papers she was putting in the drawer instead of giving them back to him. Add that to the list of things that’ll keep him up at night. “But I just… y’know, ‘cause this kinda hurt you too, I…” He started gesturing vaguely with his hands. “I want to… like, even out the score? ‘cause… ‘cause, y’know, you’ve been really nice to me before and you let me pet a parrot and hanged out with me during the festival and taught me things ‘n stuff and…” He was basically mumbling that last part, his mind struggling to generate the words he needed to explain what he was trying to convey. After a moment of fumbling, he seemed to give up.

“L-look, I know I can be really annoying sometimes, and maybe a little loud too, and rude, and emotional… a-and, okay, the list of cons are maybe a little long, but!!” He should probably never become a salesman. “There’s a lot of pros too!! Like, being able to fix almost anything for you!! A-and… build anything for you!! And… fix anything for you… but for free, on top of that!! And build stuff for free!! …As long as it’s nothing too crazy.” See? The list of pros was totally long too. It evens out.

…Who was he kidding? Definitely not himself, or the other, for that matter. He let out a heavy sigh. “W-what I’m trying to say is… can we uh, like… be friends even if I’m like, a bit of a… pain of the ass? Maybe? …Possibly?” His eyes wandered around the floor, avoiding the other’s out of sheer humiliation. “This is gonna sound really lame, but… I really wanna like, learn a bit from you? O-or something. Yeah, I… I know I’m technically your senpai and I should be the one teaching you stuff ‘n looking out for you, but……” he trailed off, with nothing to finish that sentence with. It felt like he was already overdoing it, now.

"Do I look like the kind of person who enjoys violence, senpai," Rio asked, lifting her eyebrows up over the dark frames of her classes. "And besides, like I said, I don't really believe in its efficacy. When you get punished for doing something wrong, even if it 'corrects' the behavior, it doesn't really solve the underlying problem." It was honestly a lot harder to explain with humans, Rio thought. A lot of people would probably agree that being harsh with a pet wasn't liable to actually work long-term, and yet saw nothing wrong with treating a thinking, feeling human even more harshly. Maybe it was the case that people were always looking for an excuse, but Rio wanted to believe the best in others.

"Like think about it this way, senpai. If I were to hit you, or something, every time that you said something bad, would you be stopping because you realized that you were doing something wrong, or because you didn't want to get hit?" It was the latter. It just created avoidant behaviors rather than actually addressing the problem in the first place, and as a scientist, Rio didn't think much of it. "So then, would you just regress to that sort of thing when I'm not around, knowing I wouldn't be there to hit you?" That didn't exactly seem like a strong foundation for changing things, and even if it worked, Rio was pretty sure that someone hitting you all the time would breed some sort of resentment, good intentions or not.

The way she saw it, it was true that it wasn't easy to change one's behavior, but with the will to change and the determination to see it through, most things were at least possible. "Technically, me leaving every time you screw up is a form of operant conditioning too." Negative punishment - not much better when it came to animals, probably marginally better with people. "But either way, Kaz-senpai, if this is important to you, then you have to be the person to figure out how you can make it right." Tilting her head to the side, Rio touched the end of her pen against her lips as she thought.

"To be honest, I don't necessarily have any suggestions either, because this isn't a situation that I've been in before." Usually, people were bad enough to be fully written off, were unproblematic and didn't require this kind of thinking about, or were able to hold themselves back after one slip-up. Kazuichi seemed like a rare case of someone who probably wasn't the first case, certainly wasn't the second, but wasn't exactly the third, either. "But either way, even if I did, if I just told you what to do, or if I decided to intervene and start conditioning you, it wouldn't mean as much." Neatly folding up the letter and the essay, she placed them inside her desk drawer, clearly not intending to give them back to the older student. "If you want to change, Kaz-senpai, then you have to be the driving force behind that change. I can't do it for you."

[shotorozu]

you like their hands

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]

note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳

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todoroki shouto

i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands

but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”

so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.

his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red

moving on..

you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when

he didn’t really get it at first??

yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet

shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it

and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.

speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.

so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him

then he just suddenly reached for your hand

seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”

then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help

scenario

“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.

you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.

that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them

“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.

he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.

his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.

but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities

he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware

your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz

after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training

to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes

a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.

is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.

bakugou katsuki

SCREAMs

bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.

he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes

his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.

bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you

he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?

you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged

so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed

scenario

“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff

“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you

“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.

“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”

“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”

“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”

you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”

you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.

bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.

“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.

well.. not really?

he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.

when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.

bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,

and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.

a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh

but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all

but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T

midoriya izuku

less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??

of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about

but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well

he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit

he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies

but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream

compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.

but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.

you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized

but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.

and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions

but he gets real pouty when you pull away

scenario

“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room

“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.

“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.

“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”

izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted

“but why won’t you hold my hand?”

“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”

you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.

on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.

but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public

but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved

when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack

after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts

a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips

overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Congrats on 3k followers! You deserve so much!! Now, may I interest you in Nathan Bateman saving you from a really bad date? Maybe they don't know each other but are at the same restaurant and he overhears it and decides that that would be one of his charities work for the year. No pressure to follow that line though!

Part of Youvebeenlivingfictional’s 3K Follower Celebration

Thank you so much!! Warnings: Cursing? Nathan being a dick? My personal and blatant dislike for NFTs?

“I just think NFTs are stupid.” Nathan has no idea who you are or why you’re talking about them, but he agrees with you.

“Well that’s probably because you don’t understand them.”

Nathan has no idea who that is, either, but he sounds like a dick. Whoever it is presses on:

“See the beauty of the blockchain—”

“I know how they work,” Your retort is as chilly and sharp as an icicle. Nathan finds himself twisting around to seek you out. It’s not hard as he hears you add, “Just because I dislike something doesn’t mean I don't understand it.”

You and your date are right behind his table. There’s a smile frozen on your face, something mirror-like and harsh in your eyes. You’re pissed. It’s kinda hot? Nathan listens as the man you’re with tries to backpedal:

“Oh, welI I um—I thought I could offer a unique perspective, since I own seven of them.”

“Ah! Nice. So you've caused incredible harm to the environment seven times, likely to the tune of thousands of dollars, and all for a digital receipt. How neat is that,” You comment, raising your glass and taking a sip.

Nathan grins. Damn. Is this your first date, he wonders? You’re not taking any guff. Maybe you’re familiar with this bozo? Nathan isn’t sure if that’s better or worse…Worse, definitely worse. If you know him and you’ve decided to date him, knowing that he can be a dick like this? Well, maybe you didn’t know he was a dick like this. There are too many possibilities. Nathan has so many questions. “What do you mean, harm to the environment? They’re so much more sustainable than any other art form,” The man insists.

Oh, he can’t take any more of this. Nathan turns fully around in his seat and leans back, tapping the man that you’re sitting with on the shoulder. The man twists around, brow furrowing. Nathan sees the flash of recognition on his face, but he doesn’t let the guy get a word in. “Your friend’s right,” Nathan says, “They’re pretty fuckin’ awful.” “Oh, he’s no friend of mine,” You lean around the man to catch Nathan’s eye. “No?” Nathan asks, arching a brow, “If that’s the case, why don’t you come over here and have a drink?” Nathan sees surprise flash across your face, but you shrug a little. “Sure, why not?” Nathan grins as you pick up your drink and pull your jacket up from the back of your chair. “Wait, are you really—” The man across from you flounders as you stand and pat him on the shoulder. “Stan, honey, it’s been a nightmare,” You smile sweetly at the man before rounding to sit across from Nathan. --

The two of you watch as your date grumbles, picks his things up, and stands. “Hey, pal—Stan, right?” You watch Nathan lean back and tap the man on the side, “Tell ‘em at the bar I’ve got your tab covered, huh?” You hardly held in a laugh as Stan stomped off to the bar. “Rubbing some salt into that margarita wound, hm?” You ask, leaning back and eyeing your new companion. “I couldn’t listen to that guy anymore. He sounded like a dumbass.” “He was, it turns out.” “What compelled you to go out with that creep?” Nathan asks. “He didn’t seem that bad on the app,” You wrinkle your nose, “He was…Kinda interesting, actually…You know, on the phone.” “That’ll teach you.” “It probably won’t. It seems that every time I go out with someone, they turn out to be a bucket of red flags.” “That so?” “Mhm. So,” You lean back in your seat, “What made you turn around?” “I couldn’t listen to his horseshit for another minute...And I had yet to do any charitable acts this year, so.” Your brows pop up in shock. “Charitable acts,” You repeat with a nod. “...Was that a red flag?” Bateman asks almost smugly. “No. No, it was a big neon sign that says ‘asshole’.” “Really.” “Mhm. And a little flashing arrow,” You point downward repeatedly, mimicking the flashing. He chuckles a bit. You lean forward, taking your drink up as you introduce yourself. “...You gonna tell me who you are?” You add as he nods. “C’mon, you know who I am.” And that’s true—but holy shit. “Wow,” You laugh, “What if I didn’t? How big of an ego bust would that be? Actually, don’t answer. I bet it wouldn’t even make a dent in it.” “Might poke a small hole.” “Well, I’m not gonna chance it on the potential of only making a small hole in the gargantuan ego of a Silicon Valley giant.” Nathan whistles low, shaking his head. “You sure it’s the guys you’re going out with that are the red flags?” You roll your eyes. “Sure as you think you’re playing Mother Theresa.” Nathan grins. “You want another drink?” He asks, nodding to your glass. You consider for a long moment, pursing your lips. You don’t know what this’ll become: a fight or a game of cat and mouse. Frankly, you’d like to find out. “Sure,” You shrug, “Long as you’re paying.” Nathan smiles, nodding a little. “You know, I just saw a little flashing light over your head, too.” “That so?” “Mhm.” “What’s it say?” “Says you’re asking for it.” “For what? Another drink?” You ask coyly. You hold each other’s gaze for a long moment before Nathan turns, raising his hand to flag down the bartender. When he turns back, he leans back in his seat. “Well?” You press. “We’ll see for what,” Nathan’s eyes wander over you interestedly. You grin, feeling warmth fill your stomach. You’ll be interested to see how the night wears on, and if his answer changes—but the night is still young.