#''this son of a bitch hero... fuck him... but mine... mine mine mine''

[dee-the-red-witch]

Voice request from The Locked Tomb:

The eggs you gave me all died and you lied to me.

The eggs you gave me all died and you lied to me, so I did the implantation myself, you self-serving zombie, and you still sent him after me, and I would have had him if I hadn't been compromised and he took pity on me! He took pity on me! He saw me and he took pity on me. And for that I'll make you both suffer until you no longer understand the meaning of that goddamned word.

Him, I'll kill quick because she asked me to, and because that much he honestly deserves. But you two mummified wizard shits, I will burn and burn and burn until there is no trace of you left in the shadow of my long-lost natal sun.

I will remember the first time you kissed me — you apologized — you said, I am sorry, destroy me as I am, but I want to kiss you before I am killed, and I said to you why, and you said, because I have only once met someone so utterly willing to burn for what they believed in, and I loved him on first sight, and the first time I died I asked of him what I now ask of you.

I kissed you and later I would kiss him too before I understood what you were, and all three of us lived to regret it — but when I am in heaven I will remember your mouth, and when you roast down in hell I think you will remember mine.

The only thing our civilization can ever learn from yours is that when our backs are to the wall and our towers are falling all around us and we are watching ourselves burn we rarely become heroes.

End of the line.

Falling.

Oxygen can't last the distance and won't redirect power from the payload.

Instead I will make you watch every moment as I get the last privilege you cannot enjoy you bygone son of a bitch. I hope you're both as sorry as I am.

...holy FUCK that was fun to record.

Also, @tazmuir, apologies for any mischaracterization in my own recording of your work, but come on, these monologues are a BLAST.

If anyone else has an ask, feel free to kick them in.

#asks answered #voice asks #tlt #the locked tomb

[menelaiad]

Agamemnon is explicitly stated to be hot/muscular. It's in the source material. Books 2 and 3 in particular. I highly doubt being compared to the Gods meant being "chubby" or super old. The ancient text obviously wouldn't say "ripped" because that wasn't in their vocabulary. But they refer to him as everything else that such a body would imply.

And Achilles was saying things in anger in Book 1. Everyone forgets how in Book 23, Achilles pretty much retracts everything he said and claims Agamemnon is the best natural warrior which he was.

tldr; im a petty bitch

y'all are SO PRESSED ON THIS LMAOOO I'M CRYING

'ripped' isn't in their vocabulary?? but 'hot' and 'muscular' are? really?

AGAIN about your last point, cause people who are so pressed about this just keep ignoring it: YOU CAN BE A WARRIOR. AND NOT BE CONVENTIONALLY 'RIPPED'. NOTHING ABOUT A HUMAN BEING - A HUMAN MAN HAVING A SLIGHT TUMMY WILL STOP HIM BEING ABLE TO RUN, FIGHT, KILL PEOPLE AND BE A WARRIOR. YOUR WEIGHT IS NOT AN AUTOMATIC INDICATOR OF YOUR FITNESS LEVEL/ABILITIES.

that's y'alls prejudice about larger people coming through. this stupid belief that the ancient world represented 'the peak masculine alpha ideal' no????? this whole 'if man strong and can stab and have sex with woman then man must be muscley and ripped cause that make man sexy' like shut up.

it's baffling to me that you're all so heated on this. the mere thought of a human man having a tummy is sending you all west. you can't cope. a human man who consumed copious amounts of alcohol (because ancient greeks just did???) and probably had a very rich diet. having tummy??? NO. ILLEGAL.

im sorry but im cracking up over here. i couldnt care less whether people think aga has a 16-pack, that he's skinny as a twig, that he's fat, that he's not, that he's somewhere in between - idc. but your adamancy against 'slight tummy' aga. is just ..... fatphobic. and i never thought i'd type that word out being a fucking classics blog lmaooo.

i have shared so many DUMB opinions on this blog. from menelaus' teeth to odyssues' hairy feet and yet the thing that gets the most reaction from people - is agamemnon's weight.

that's what's pissing me off. everything else? whatever have your own opinion, you weird menelaus girl. but the sECOND i say why i think i character might be a lil chubby OOF ouTRAGE. IM A FOOL.

also your point is just so incredible. my issue isn't with you thinking aga was a ripped sex god crafted by aphrodite herself. it's your use of the word 'explicitly' cause aga's size (in regards to his weight) is NEVER explicitly stated ANYWHERE. so we're both just having our own opinions. but mine has got you so pressed????

i own a couple translations of the iliad. lets look at some. and see the descriptions of aga, shall we? cause i know exactly which sections you mean in book 2 and 3. contrary to your apparent belief, i have read the iliad.

we'll do book 2 first to make it all easier to follow:

PETER GREEN

“among them the lord Agamemnōn, in eyes and head like Zeus who delights in the thunderbolt, like Arēs in girth, and with the chest of Poseidōn. As one steer in a herd of cattle stands out, far above them all— the bull, distinguished among the cows assembled round it— such a one on that day Zeus rendered Atreus’s son, preeminent among many, of heroes the foremost.”

... again. nothing really? girthy??? eyes like zeus (nice)??? tall??? nothing about weight here babes.

CAROLINE ALEXANDER

there to go into combat, and with them was lord Agamemnon— his eyes and head like Zeus who hurls the thunderbolt, his girth like Ares, his chest like Poseidon’s. As when an ox stands out from all others in the herd, a bull who is preeminent among the gathered cattle, so did Zeus on that day render the son of Atreus conspicuous amid the multitude, outstanding among warriors.

pretty much the same?? gets called an 'ox' here though. ooooh

ROBERT FAGLES.

and there in the midst strode powerful Agamemnon, eyes and head like Zeus who loves the lightning, great in the girth like Ares, god of battles, broad through the chest like sea Lord Poseidon. Like a bull rising head and shoulders over the herds, a royal bull rearing over his flocks of driven cattle — so imposing was Atreus' son, so Zeus made him that day, towering over fighters, looming over armies.

just more girth stuff. that can mean his shoulders?? his chest?? his ass? bro we don't know. was aga just THICC. his cheeks always alerting the trojans???

ROBERT FITZGERALD.

Agamemnon's lordly mien was like the mien of Zeus whose joy is lightning; oalken-waisted as Ares, god of war, he seemed, and deep-chested as Lord Poseidon, and as a great bull in his majesty towers supreme amid a grazing herd, so on that dav Zeus made the son of Atreus tower over his host, supreme among them.

i like this one tbf. this one has got more meat on it. 'oaken waisted'. nice nice. again. i don't see oak trees are particullarly 'narrow' but hey. interpretation is what makes this field so great.

RICHARD LATTIMORE

“powerful Agamemnon, with eyes and head like Zeus who delights in thunder, like Ares for girth, and with the chest of Poseidon; like some ox of the herd pre-eminent among the others, a bull, who stands conspicuous in the huddling cattle; such was the son of Atreus as Zeus made him that day, conspicuous among men, and foremost among the fighters.”

STANLEY LOMBARDO

To enter battle, and Lord Agamemnon Moved among them like Zeus himself, The look in his eyes, the carriage of his head, With a torso like Ares', or like Poseidon's. Picture a bull that stands out from the herd Head and horns above the milling cattle— Zeus on that day made the son of Atreus A man who stood out from the crowd of heroes.

SEE this one we're not even talking about his LITERAL appearance but how he's holding himself. how he acts. his CONFIDENCE. cool take, stan. i like it.

STEPHEN MITCHELL

“and among them was Agamemnon, his splendid eyes and head like almighty Zeus’s, his thighs like the thighs of Ares, his chest like Poseidon’s. As a bull stands out in a herd above all the others, sovereign among the cows as they graze in a field: just so, on that day, did Lord Zeus make Agamemnon supreme over all the warriors massed before Troy.”

LOVE the thigh mention Mitchell. nice nice.

'The ancient text obviously wouldn't say "ripped" because that wasn't in their vocabulary. But they refer to him as everything else that such a body would imply.'

bro all i'm getting is the word 'girthy'?? if you want me to be a bitch about it, that's not a word i'd put with someone who is 'ripped'. if anything, they're implying he got junk in his trunk. i truly hand on heart. cannot see anything in the book 2 translations that imply or indicate to me that he does not have a tummy. that he is rocking a six pack. WHICH IS FINE. we can play with it and form our own opinions. but you're THIS IMPLIES .... is wrong??? it doesn't imply anything dude????

all we can infer from any of the book two stuff is that he's a man who is larger than the other men around him - literally? metaphorically? we dont know. (which is all horseshit anyway cause priam later goes on to say he's a short arse which is helpful). and that he shares qualities with the gods. again, literally? metaphorically? bit of both? we. don't. know.

TIME FOR BOOK 3. the priam and helen thirst.

PETER GREEN

“and to put a name for me to that huge warrior down there, that Achaian leader, of such stature and so strong: others there may be taller still by a head, and yet so fine a man have I never set eyes on, nor one so majestic in bearing—he looks to be of royal blood.” helen later calls him a 'strong spearman'

CAROLINE ALEXANDER

tell me the name of this gigantic man, who is this Achaean man, good and great? To be sure there are other men even greater in height, but I have never beheld with my eyes a man so handsome, nor so majestic; for he seems a kingly man. helen later calls him a 'powerful spear-warrior'

ROBERT FAGLES

“ tell me the name of that tremendous fighter. Look, who's that Achaean there, so stark and grand? Many others afield are much taller, true, but I have never yet set eyes on one so regal, so majestic . . . That man must be a king!” helen later calls him a 'strong spearman'

ROBERT FITZGERALD

Come, tell me who the big man is out there, who is that powerful figure? Other men are taller, but I never saw a soldier clean-cut as he, as royal in his bearing: he seems a kingly man. helen later calls his a 'formidable warrior'

RICHARD LATTIMORE

“You could tell me the name of this man who is so tremendous; who is this Achaian man of power and stature? Though in truth there are others taller by a head than he is, yet these eyes have never yet looked on a man so splendid nor so lordly as this: such a man might well be royal.” helen later calls him a 'strong spearfighter'

STANLEY LOMBARDO

Now tell me, who is that enormous man Towering over the Greek troops, handsome, Well-built? I've never laid eyes on such A fine figure of a man. He looks like a king. helen later calls him a 'strong warrior'

STEPHEN MITCHELL

“Tell me now, what is the name of that splendid man who is standing down there, so powerful and so tall. To be sure, there are other men who are even taller, but never before have I seen a man so majestic, so splendid in form and bearing. He must be a king.” helen later calls him a 'mighty soldier'

again. in all of these - nothing. all that's consistent is that he's not the tallest man at troy. which means ..... very little ASDFGHJK. there is Nothing concrete here. nothing that points us more one way than it does the other.

ultimately, dude, what we've got is.... nothing. nothing concrete. nothing definitive. i can't say you're wrong and you can't say i'm wrong.

i saw the phrase 'wine sack' and interpreted it my way and you saw it and interpreted it differently. but books 2 and 3 certainly don't back either of us up more definitively.

and in regards to his age. same thing. you can't say i'm wrong and i can't say you're wrong. but i've explained my reasonings for aga's age using sources HERE

idk man. if you're looking for an EXPLICITLY YOUNG CHISELED ABS LEGEND MALE CHARACTER. look elsewhere.

#yes this is the pettiest and the bitchiest thing i've ever done #and i completely respect if y'all can't stand me afterwards #but it's not lost on me that the .... 'fat headcanon' so it were is the one that gets people mad #ask yourself - why? #i literally just wanted to show that there is nothing definitive in the 'source material' #cause there's not. homer had bigger things to deal with in the iliad. fair enough lad #also random fact: i did a search for 'muscle' in all texts cause i was curious #and it's 99% of the time talking about thighs. #i like your style homer #long post under the cut. no im serious

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Eddie Munson (9/13)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

The bats were gnawing at my flesh. However, suddenly, I heard an attempted battle cry break out and one of the bats went flying from me. Tears pricked at my eyes and one arm went to reach for my hero. It was Eddie, holding the stick in hand. We made brief eye contact and I could tell he was scared. The two woman weaved around us, Nancy furiously trying to free Steve. Eddie was dripping and his hair messy. He was oddly slimy too, but it would be a lie that he still didn’t look good.

I realized I was still being choked and that more bats were coming. One swooped toward Eddie, but he walked it anxiously. There was so much grunting and demonic bat screaming. Suddenly, Eddie hit right above my head, and it was like a weight was taken from me. The vine loosened and I pulled it free, tearing the icky flesh at the seems. 

Eddie lowered a hand to help me up, but he was suddenly hit by one of the bats. He let out a yelp and was shoved to the ground. However, I scrambled, grasping the vine as it shot out toward his body. I threw the bat away just long enough to give Eddie the chance to stab it with the stick. It ended up spiking through his heart.

He let out a mewl of disgust and threw the bat corpse off. Using one another, we scrambled to our feet. “Son of a bitch —!”

By now, Steve had recovered, using what strength he could to fight back. And I did, too. When a bat dived toward me, I slapped it with the palm of my hand and sent it to the ground, stepping on it. I didn’t like the squishing sound it made as inky juices flew from its body. 

And after that, I didn’t hear many others. I looked around wildly as Eddie shakily grabbed my shoulder. Only then did I realize some blood was seeping from my lips, and I wiped it up with the once-intact and white onesie that was now wet, sticky, dirty, and bloody. Everyone paused. We were all panting furiously, and neither Steve nor I were doing so hot.

“Steve, Y/n!” Nancy cried, walking over to Steve. 

Eddie was muttering insanity under his breath, and it was slowly escalating. I leaned against him for support as my entire body ached. “Jesus H. Christ!” He threw the oar into the ground, exploding. “What the fuck was that? Are you —“

“I’m… alive,” I panted. 

“Okay, okay, uh…” He was so greasy and clearly not doing too hot. However, his arm swept underneath my legs and back and he hoisted me up. By now, I was used to such actions, and I was too tired to convince him to save his strength. My arms looped around his neck and I felt his chest heaving against mine.

“Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?” Robin squeaked, having started observing some of the corpses with a dull flashlight.

Everyone turned to her and Eddie’s face fell traumatically. He clutched me closer, gaze devouring ever inch of my injured and scarred torso. Blood seeped from the various claw and scratch wounds and it looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

“What?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It’s just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. A - and I think should get you two to a doctor soon because once the symptoms set in, it’s too late. You’re already dead.”

I groaned loudly and hit my head against Eddie’s shoulder. My hands intertwined with his wispy locks and Eddie was just on edge from what Robin mentioned. Suddenly, we heard more monsters howling from a distance. Eddie tensed, and before anyone else had awoken from their stooper, he took off.

Everyone else gasped and made a mad dash for the woods. I bounced in his arms, watching from over his shoulder as the bats swooped toward us. It was clear that there was no solution but to run. We dipped and died over huge, throbbing vines as a high pitched scream emitted from Eddie.

“I swear to god, I will be so pissed if you died before the wedding!” he exclaimed the top of my lungs.

“That’s oddly insulting!” I shouted in return, letting out some pained grunts.

And, for a while, we ran. The forest was dense and the bats swarmed above us. We kept running until we stumbled upon a semblance of Skull Rock. It was funny to me how this place was so similar to Hawkins. The name, upside down, was fitting for it.

When we came up to the rock, Eddie slid underneath it athletically. It was tall enough to fit us all and Eddie ended up falling back on his butt. Somehow, the man had outran our companions, even while carrying me. I couldn’t help but think he’d make a good athlete once we got out.

Steve and Nancy huddled with Robin while Eddie set me down against the back of the rock while sitting to my side. I grunted in pain and clutched at my stomach, trying to nub the pain. The blood was beginning to clot and harden and that made it feel much worse.

I tried to steady my breathing. Eddie was wide-eyed and terrified. He balanced his ruching form on my burning thighs while I hugged my chest, squeezing my tearful eyes shut. Everyone was trying to be as silent as possible as the screeches dipped and circled over the rock. I thought that we lost them but I was starting to wonder.

Robin let out a quiet gasp as everything fell silent. “Oh… okay.” She slid out and rose to her feet.

“That was close” Nancy panted.

“Yeah.”

“Too close,” Eddie’s voice cracked.

Eddie tried helping me to my feet since everyone was deciding to stand up. However, when I did so, I let out a muted yelp and collapsed against him. Steve was in the same boat, his form falling against the rock wall. Eddie cursed loudly and grabbed my shoulders fearfully.

“Jesus,” Nancy cried.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Steve insisted.

“Me too,” I choked.

“Okay, no, you are not,” Eddie fussed. “Um - okay. Just - just sit back down again, will ya?”

Robin was hovering outside, waiting for each of us. Eddie and I were in our own world, though, because I could only focus on him. I gasped in pain as I sat down agains the rock. Only then did I become aware that the onesie was now a “twosie” because now, the entire midsection was missing and what was left of the top was the hoodie and one sleeve. Everything else was exposed, and even some of my bra was hardly intact. The onesie was only held to the top half by a few straggling strips of fuzz.

“Fuck, that doesn’t look good.”

“How rude,” I quipped, only to be interrupted by a cough.

Eddie moved my arms to my side and began prodding the wounds. There were a few mangled scars, but most important, still dripping fresh blood, was a deep hole in my torso. I gasped quietly, tears brimming in my eyes. I had to look away as Eddie fiddled with his outfit. He tore off a long strip of his Hellfire shirt. 

“Sit up for a second, sweetheart,” he requested shakily.

I did so, releasing a quiet grunt. I noticed that Robin was pacing worriedly between the two pairs. Eddie wrapped the makeshift bandage around my waist before pushing me gently back against the rock. He ties it up over the wound itself and the entire cloth soaked in blood. It was once white and now, it was reduced to nothing but maroon.

I let out a sigh of relief, even though a few tears still escaped. Eddie was attentive and noticed, cupping my cheeks and placing a chaste and momentary kiss on my nose. Even in the dismal environment, I realized my heart was racing and I was embarrassed once again.

“Here. Wear this, sweetheart,” he instructed, pulling off his leather jacket. That left him in a crop-top tee-shirt and his denim jacket. I frowned in concern, but I knew there was no convincing him otherwise. I slipped it on and it felt nice. It was oddly wet, but it had a certain scent that I couldn’t help but recognize as Eddie’s.

“T - thank you, Eddie,” I muttered.

“Let me help you, uh, up, okay?”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around him. He held me up and I limped beside him, deciding now would be the best time to spit out a glob of blood from my mouth. Eddie visibly flinched and his nose scrunched, which I almost found humorous.

When we emerged from the cage, Eddie bit hit lip and abandoned my side for but a moment. He was fairly agile, hopping onto one of the rocks. I became nervous as he began clawing his way up. He grunt and lost slipped when he made it to the top, but he stabilized himself.

Steve and I were standing next to each other by now as two severely injured victims. In the distance, lightning struck and the sky lit up in red. Eddie was entranced, barely glancing back at us. “So, hey, uh… this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

“Pretty much,” Nancy answered. Eddie rotated his body just enough so that his gaze could be glued to my hunched, labored form. He was about to jump down, when Nancy suddenly panicked. “Wait, watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.”

“It’s all a what?”

“All the creepy crawlies around here,” Steve explained. “They’re, like, one or something. Step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.”

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded. “Shit.”

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people?” Robin asked carefully.

“As far as I understand it, yeah.”

Eddie had slid back to my side and was quick to hold me up again. It was comforting. However, that wasn’t what I was focused on. It was like a lightbulb went off inside my head. “Hey, so theoretically, my room is the same?”

Robin, who had something else on the tip of her tongue, waited for me to continue. I bit my lip in momentary thought as everyone’s gaze was glued to me. I rubbed my hands against my upper arms.

“So, uh, hypothetically, we could go to my house, right?”

“I don’t think now is the time to change clothes, sweetheart,” Eddie muttered.

I shook my head in embarrassment. “N - no, uh, I mean, if it’s exactly like my room, I don’t have much, but I have two handguns, one A.R.-fifteen, and a shotgun, so…”

Eddie tensed and an expression of horror overcame him. Everyone else looked excited, but Eddie started sputtering in terror and… regret? Nancy gasped in realization. “That’s perfect, actually. I have guns in my room, too. Uh, are we closer to your’s?”

“…I believe so.”

“W - wait, hey, Y/n, sweetheart,” Eddie intervened. “Since when, uh, have you had guns in your bedroom?”

I shrugged while everyone else rolled their eyes, screaming ‘this man is stupid.’ “What does it matter to you, Eddie? You’ll never be in my bedroom again. I guarantee it.”

“Can we just get going?” Steve piped up.

It was unanimously agreed and we marched off in the direction of my home. Eddie insisted that him and I trailed behind and also that he carried me. Eddie was tired out and so was I. As soon as my legs left the ground, I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with his fairly fluffy curls now that he was mostly dry. He was still furrowing his brows anxiously and something was on the tip of his tongue.

“How, uh, long have you had said guns, by chance?”

I quirked a brow and giggled dryly. “I’ve had some for a little over a, uh, year. I have two handguns because I have one for Dustin, a - and the others are buried under the bed. Actually, Chance gifted me the rifle for my last birthday! It was very sweet of him.”

Eddie blinked in dismay, and I was still confused as to why. “You seem startled.”

“I couldn’t possible tell you why without seeming like a, uh, creep.”

I blinked, too, and then the realization hit. My jaw dropped and I sent him the dirtiest glare I could possibly muster. I hit his shoulder. “You creep! You’ve looked through my room before, haven’t you? Are you actually a stalker —“

Robin in particular was staring in concern. “Hey, everything good, Y/n? Do you need an intervention —?”

“No, no, we’re good,” Eddie groaned. “She’s just misinterpreting what I said —“

“Have you or have you not looked through my room without permission, creep?”

“I had Dustin’s permission, I swear —“

“Ew, I hate you. Also, I’m starting to be doubtful that Dustin was, in fact there at all. You might actually be delusional, Munson.”

“C - can we just drop this, please? I swear I’m not a, uh, creep. And does it matter, anyways? We have bigger problems, like not letting you die.”

“I’d rather perish right now.”

The man scrunched his nose in embarrassment and the others sent him dirty glares, not wanting to intervene. Steve almost offered to take me from Eddie, but Nancy was keen on that not happening and Steve backed down when Eddie gave him the meanest glare imaginable. I slumped in his arms and leaned against his chest. We were all careful with our steps and progress was slow because the vines we wanted to avoid were literally everywhere. However, when we managed to find the road, it was a straight shot from there.

When we pulled up the my tiny home, I pretty much forced Eddie to drop me, despite his stubbornness. Everyone allowed me to take the lead.

I pushed the front door open. However, it came to me as a shock when I realized my house did not look like my own. Not because of the red, pulsing veins or the general grossness, but because of the small living room’s appearance. Everyone scattered out, and Eddie in particular was slightly baffled. Sitting by the recliner were shattered beer bottles by the dozen. There were very open and exposed drugs tossed around and I could tell people were very concerned.

The place was a mess. And it made me dread going back to the real world, because… the only reason such violent items would be laying around would be because…

He was back.

I sighed and shoved Eddie’s hand off my shoulder when he tried touching me. I hopped over the vines, even with my  disgruntled ankle. The only other person - to my knowledge - that as been to my house would be Steve, but at least he wasn’t flaunting it like a certain someone. 

When we arrived at my bedroom, I tried pushing at the door. It took a moment, but it finally gave. I did not expect to be wrought with even more horror, though, and I was literally being stalked by demon bats.

“Oh my god. What?” was all I could muster.

“What, sweetheart?”

Before I could slam the door in their faces, everyone filed in. Eddie was having a goddamn field day while the others found amusement in my embarrassment. Lining my dresser mirror wasn’t selfies or pictures of Chrissy or of my boyfriend - it was Eddie. And some even had pink hearts and smiling faces. And on my bedroom desk, my diary was open. This genuinely couldn’t be real.

In my shame, I went over to the dresser mirror and began tearing at the photos. This couldn’t possibly be my current home. This - I hadn’t -

“Hey, u - uh, sweetheart, care to explain? Was this also for the, uh, photography club?”

I knew, that even amidst the blue fog, my face was darkened with a permanent blush. Eddie was right behind me and as I tried desperately to tear them from my wall, his hands stopped me, pushing my hands against the glass. I felt his body heat against my back and he pushed me against the dresser. I tried digging my hands into the photo, but Eddie held them flat.

“Listen, if I tell you you’ll just get smug —“

I felt his curls press against my cheek. Before he could get a word, I heard Steve and Robin unanimously shut the door because clearly none of the others wanted to see this. I didn’t blame them, but I would’ve preferred they stay for the sake of pest control.

“So-o-o, you do reciprocate the feelings and you are just trapped in a relationship —“

I grit my teeth, interrupting,” N - no! Don’t think anything about this. This isn’t my current room and you know that. I should’ve realized when I saw the state of the living room. This… this my room from sophomore year, a - and I admit I liked you, but I’m —“

“You liked me in sophomore year?” he bellowed in disbelief, pressing against me even further. “L - let me get this straight. You, an angel from the heavens above, had a crush on me at th - the same time I made it known I had a crush on, uh, you, and you went for Chance? Chance! Seriously!”

I scowled and forced my body to turn, although that only pressed us chest to chest. Eddie’s almost angry orbs were boring into mine, and his hand came up to grip my jaw, making sure I could turn away. My nails dug into the ledge and my heart beat erratically within my chest.

I could barely stutter,” I - in my defense, h - he asked me to the fall formal, and I accepted, and we really got along from then… You just asked me to the formal about a, uh, day late?”

Eddie’s shoulders fell and he almost seemed hurt. A frown spread across his face. “How, uh, long?”

“For… what?”

“Did you like me?”

I bit my lip, finally casting my gaze away. “D - does it even matter? Y - you aren’t supposed to still like me —“

“Then why do you still like me, sweetheart?”

I felt him draw closer, and his nose tilted pressing against mine. Our lips were inches apart and I hated that, still even after all this time, I wanted to close the gap. My lips quivered. With every passing second he drew nearer.

And then just as I felt his lips ghost over mine, I tilted my head away. Eddie looked peeved, staring at me through half-lidded and seductive eyes. Before he could comment on my reluctance, I finally answered,” I don’t.”

“Sure. Then, uh how about this? When did you start liking me?”

I gulped preparing for the worst. “…It may or may not have been since eighth grade when I first saw Corroded Coffins and I - I just… I liked what I heard, I guess. Is that acceptable?”

It was like Eddie lost all of the breath inside his body. Any negative emotions dissipated into a dreamy daze. It was like he was melting before me, because slowly but surely, a grin grew to his face and his cheeks deepened with a blush. He was so happy. It was like everything I else I said about surely not liking him anymore when through one ear and out the other.

Maybe the only reason he’d liked me for so long was because he knew. 

He knew I was bullshitting about not still liking him.

I could never admit it, though. Chance would go crazy if found out.

And, besides, it didn’t matter if I had a side crush. I loved Chance and he loved me. Not even Eddie Munson could change my mind.

“Curse my luck,” he chortled. “Just one day made a difference, huh? Man… we could’ve been smooth sailing if I was just a day early. I guess it doesn’t, uh, matter, though, as long as the result is the same, right?”

“I don’t have a thing for you anymore, Munson.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, I heard something. It was a vague, muffled voice, but it was certainly my brother. Right? I gasped and pushed him away. Eddie let me, trailing behind me loyally. The others burst into the room again, just as stunned. The cogs seemed to be turning in their brains, as though they knew something.

“Did you uh, find the guns?” Robin asked awkwardly.

“No. This is literally my room and house from the beginning of sophomore. It’s like we went back in time!” I tittered.

“Ooh, that must burn, Munson,” Steve snickered.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” Eddie sneered in distaste.

Nobody was able to ask anything else to clear the air when suddenly I heard it again. And it was definitely my brother. I pushed them aside and ran into the hallway. “Dustin! Dustin?” Everyone came chasing after me but I paid them no heed. “Dustin can you hear me? Hello?”

“What are you doing?” Nancy hissed.

“I heard him!” I insisted. “Didn’t you hear that?”

Everyone paused and I could tell they were trying to give me the benefit of the doubt. And then, loud and clear, I heard it. And so did they. “That brings us to the question you first raised…”

I began searching, calling his name. I even threw open the curtains, peering into the backyard. Eddie made sure to follow me every step of the way, even more so than normal. Thank god we were trapped in an interstellar dimension on the verge of death because that would be the only thing that wold possibly make Eddie forget about what just happened and what he just found out.

I did not still like him that much.

“Alright either this kid can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag,” Steve muttered indignantly. 

“Will found a way.”

“What?”

“Will,” Nancy elaborated. “He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights!”

Eddie and I stood there, baffled. We knew to let the experts deal with it as the people began running around trying at every possible lamp. Even Robin knew more about it than me. However, it didn’t take long, because Steve’s age was trained on the overhead light. 

“Guys? You seeing this?”

Lo and behold, emitting from it, was glowing red particles. It sparkled almost, amidst the world of dark and dreariness. Eddie urged me closer to see. It was cool. I was so enamored, reaching up toward it. I didn’t even pay attention to my hand, which was intertwined with Eddie.

“Does anyone know morse code?” Nancy inquired.

Eddie’s hand pulled away momentarily. Everyone else was quick to say no, but the man was lost in thought. 

“Wait, does S.O.S count? Is that… is that good?”

A small grin pulled at my lips. “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, I’ve never been happier that you have such niche interests.”

He sent me a wink and the rest of us stepped away. Eddie although with a firm smile, began pulsing his hands near the light. It kept flickering, and from the other side where Dustin was, we could tell they noticed.

“S… O…. S.” There was pregnant pause. “Hey, uh, remember when I said they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go through Watergate? I overestimated them.”

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere slashers #yandere x reader #yandere stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things #netflixs #show #stranger things s4 #eddie x reader #eddie munson #yandere eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐎𝐅  𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘:  𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝟐  ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐. )

feel free to change pronouns / wording!  spoiler warning.

“ we’re burning daylight here. ” 

“ he’s punctual, i’ll give him that. ”  

“ i know that look. ”  

“ shit, that was close. ”  

“ i’m hit! ”  

“ they’re gonna need a new hero. ”  

“ we’re not done yet. ”  

“ those fuckers used us as bait, didn’t they? ”  

“ that’s a glorious sight. ”  

“ several pieces will do, easier to find that way. ”  

“ are you saying we shouldn’t have helped? ”  

“ that’s the first good news i’ve heard all day. ”  

“ i want this done right, no mistakes. ”  

“ well don’t take all the fun, eh? ”  

“ CIA shit… ”  

“ welcome to my world. ”  

“ keep your weapons concealed. ”  

“ one too many, huh? ”  

“ we need a distraction. ”  

“ i can be very persuasive. ”  

“ i thought we were on a first name basis, this must be serious. ”

“ i need your help. ”  

“ i need you to stop it. ”  

“ someone’s out there. ”  

“ it’s nothing. ”  

“ get the fuck out of my house! ”  

“ drop your fucking weapons right now! ”  

“ do you know who i am? ”  

“ don’t, i’m not getting out. ”  

“ i’ve never been to mexico. ”  

“ i’m afraid of ghosts. ”  

“ we love this place, and we will die fighting for it. ”  

“ our streets are laced with death. ”  

“ i keep that a secret. ”  

“ can we make that? ”  

“ do or die. ”  

“ we’ll take them by surprise. ”  

“ watch your footing here. ”  

“ you led us to a dead end! ”  

“ you’d better be right behind me! ”    

“ tell me something good. ”  

“ do you see a weapon on them? ”  

“ these guys are fucked. ”  

“ good thing your aim isn’t shite like theirs. ”  

“ wasn’t going to leave your ass behind. ”  

“ you know i love that shit! ”  

“ we’re getting off to a bad start here. ”  

“ if you disappeared, no one would know where to look for the fucking stain. ”

“ i have no doubt you’ll take pleasure in torturing me. ”

“ this is illegal. ”  

“ let me finish this. ”  

“ you can’t be serious. ”  

“ you shouldn’t be alone out there. ”  

“ try to anticipate their paths. ”  

“ good to be back in the field? ”  

“ what’s your favourite weapon? ”    

“ i’m not a marksman, but i know me some guns. ”  

“ know where the word sniper came from? from bird hunting. bird called a snipe. highly camouflaged from predators  -  if you could hit one, you were called a sniper. ”

“ this happened on my watch. i need to know how. ”  

“ let’s get this unfucked. ”  

“ you done this before? ”    

“ many times. since you were in diapers. ”    

“ we’ll check your ghillie suit when this is over. ”    

“ this will all be in my final report. ”    

“ that’s how i like to tell it, you can tell it your way. ”    

“ nice fucking shot. ”  

“ let’s go together - two’s better than one, right? ”  

“ you need cover and i’m the better shot. ”  

“ we didn’t all run cross country in college. ”  

“ i still run, just gotta stop smoking. ”  

“ can i interest you in a cigar, perhaps? ”  

“ if you’re looking for a gunfight, you’ll get one. ”  

“ appears you can do math. ”  

“ getting cheeky are you? ”  

“ good to laugh while we still can. ”  

“ all dead from rapid onset of holes in the head. ”  

“ this is your jam. ”    

“ like riding a bike. ”    

“ not sure if that’s good news or bad news. ”  

“ well, you were so good at it the first time. ”  

“ age before beauty. ”  

“ i’m not alone, i’m armed and dangerous. ”  

“ i know you’re upset. ”  

“ don’t die doing this. ”  

“ war isn’t about friends, it’s about enemies. ”  

“ let’s thin the herd. ”  

“ we share a common enemy. ”  

“ like old times. ”  

“ i’m not dead, i’m hanging from a bloody rope! ”  

“ we were chasing them, now they’re going to chase us. ”  

“ he’s mine! ”  

“ it’s over, it’s over. ”  

“ i owed you one. ”  

“ we’re even, then. ”  

“ may good luck find us all. ”  

“ i’d prefer if you didn’t. ”  

“ i’ll take my chances. ”  

“ you’ve got balls, you son of a bitch. ”  

“ goddamn, how’d you do that? ”  

“ i hope he makes it. ”  

“ don’t lie. ”  

“ tell them everything they want to know or you’ll die here. ”

“ you’re only alive because you may have some information. ”

“ you don’t speak unless spoken to. ”  

“ i’m just trying to stay sharp, y’ know? ”  

“ the pain will keep you sharp. ”  

“ we don’t know him and he’s seen our faces. ”  

“ this is simple: i ask questions, you answer truthfully. ”  

“ do not lie to me. ”  

“ you can’t trust him. ”  

“ forget about your friend. he’s gone. ”  

“ i’ve got some curious asshole next to me. ”  

“ i kneel for no one, motherfucker. ”  

“ a bullet will make you kneel. ”  

“ how do you two know each other? ”  

“ strong words are important our word is our worth, right? ”  

“ i don’t take orders anymore. ”  

“ i created a power vacuum, and i filled it. ”  

“ what you don’t do, your competitors will. ”  

“ you’ve got ten seconds, or i’m going to show you the difference between the military, and me. ”

“ god help us all. ”  

“ be ready for anything, this could be a trap. ”  

“ you’re wasting time, what the fuck!? ”

“ i admire it, so i’m taking it. ”  

“ i don’t take orders from you. ”  

“ what the fuck did you just say to me, pendejo? ”  

“ you’re out of line. ”  

“ no one needs to get hurt here. ”  

“ are you threatening us? ”  

“ i don’t make threats, i make guarantees. ”  

“ why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of negotiation? ”

“ that was a big mistake, brother. ”  

“ it did not have to be like this. ”  

“ thought we lost you. ”  

“ you injured? ”  

“ let’s find out how good you are. ”  

“ i’m not a medic. ”  

“ keep your blood in, you’ll need every drop. ”  

“ you’ll need to improvise to survive. ”  

“ look for supplies  -  things you can make tools with. welcome to guerrilla warfare. ”

“ watch your arse, you’ve got exactly zero allies down there. ”

“ we’re teammates. friendship’s not in the field manual. ”  

“ sounds like you’ve done this before… ”  

“ careful with it, can light your way but attract attention. ”  

“ we’re on our own. ”  

“ be careful who you trust. people you know can hurt you the most. ”

“ i wanna be like you when i grow up. ”  

“ i don’t trust anyone. ”  

“ just make sure you can trust yourself, start there. ”

“ if he barks, shoot him and repo quickly  -  don’t get compromised. ”

“ you are stone cold. ”  

“ what has two legs and bleeds? half a dog. ”  

“ you may get a brag rag for this. ”  

“ you said you wanted a win, congratulations, you’re a winner. ”

“ sorry, let me translate  -  go fuck yourself. ”  

“ i’m not fucking scared, bro, i’m not stupid either. ”  

“ i’m worried. worried is different than scared. ”  

“ you’re right, you won’t see him. it’s too late if you see him, you’re fucking already dead. ”

“ pay attention and you might just learn something. ”

“ you missing a knife? ”  

“ i’m used to working alone. ”  

“ so much for no man left behind. ”  

“ one of us needs to survive to tell the tale. ”

“ taken a shine to me, then? ”  

“ what are my odds? ”  

“ don’t make me bet against you. ”  

“ a man after my own heart. ”  

“ you have a heart? ”  

“ thought you’d like that. ”  

“ that’s a scary thought. ”  

“ choose your shots and targets wisely, guns make noise. ”

“ be smart with what you’ve got, that’s the trick. ”

“ it’s raining fucking hard. ”  

“ rain’s good, it’ll cover your tracks. ”  

“ so you do like me? ”  

“ i like you alive. ”  

“ open hearts and minds with it. ”  

“ this is an unprecedented amount of fuckery. ”

“ we’re not safe here. ”  

“ i’m in the coffee shop. ”  

“ get us a tea. ”  

“ fucking brits… ”  

“ you’re gonna owe me for this. ”  

“ are you ugly? ”  

“ hand held 50.cal? you’re coming with me. ”  

“ you get caught out there, they’ll kill you slow. ”  

“ they’ll take videos. i won’t watch them, more than once anyway. ”  

“ you like tequila? ”  

“ tastes like dog piss. ”  

“ i’ll bet you sleep with that thing? ”  

“ you’re out of your mind. ”

“ i’d murder for a whiskey. ”  

“ two goldfish are in a tank. one turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’ ”

“ little army humour. ”    

“ why don’t blind guys skydive? scares the shit out of their dogs. ”

“ why was the strawberry crying? because he was in a jam. ”

“ why don’t shrimp share? because they’re a little shellfish. ”

“ got company in the church, and they’re not here for forgiveness. ”

“ it was need to know. ”  

“ what if i needed to know? ”  

“ i was on the run. ”  

“ we’re a team. ”  

“ this happened on my watch and i’ll need help to fix it. ”

“ no one fights alone. ”  

“ i learned from the best. ”  

“ i wouldn’t want to mess with him. ”  

“ a little help’s not so bad, eh? ”  

“ time to take out the trash… ”  

“ your bread and butter. ”  

“ unless he runs into me on the way. ”  

“ ka-freaking-boom, baby. ”  

“ mercenaries, bloody wannabes. ”  

“ if i told you, i’d have to kill you. ”  

“ do not fail… i told you this shit was important. ”  

“ his arabic is atrocious. ”  

“ the cover up is always worse than the crime. ”  

“ we all keep secrets. ”  

“ consider yourself well informed now. ”  

“ no one holds me down with a roll of red tape. ”

“ you’ve lost your mind. ”  

“ to do good, you’ve gotta do some bad. ”  

“ he’s a dog with a bone, and i highly recommend you don’t try and take it. ”

“ this is your last chance to change your mind. ”  

“ you’re a good soldier. ”  

“ when this is over, we’ll cook asada at my ranch. ”  

“ i always keep my eyes on the gringos. ”  

“ i trusted him. ”  

“ bad men can do good things. ”  

“ good men can do bad too. ”  

“ if we make it out of here alive, i’ll teach you some good mexican curse words. ”

“ shooting yourself in the foot didn’t help… ”  

“ nobody forgets that shit. ”  

“ looks like the hunters are getting hunted now huh? ”  

“ ain’t that a kick in the ass? ”  

“ you got a healthy disrespect for authority, i like that about you. ”

“ that uniform was a limitation. ”  

“ knock that honour shit off. ”  

“ i’ll be sipping tequila, forgetting where i buried your ass in a week. ”

“ lost a good cigar in the crash… ”  

“ violence chases you everywhere, i like it. ”  

“ i run a business. we grow, or we die. it’s the way of the world. ”

“ you put a target on your back. ”  

“ you’re going down for what you did. ”  

“ it doesn’t matter what i did, it matters what you can prove. ”

“ don’t get lost. ”  

“ how’d a muppet like you pass selection? ”  

“ done it once before. ”  

“ you broken? ”  

“ seems like yesterday… ”  

“ it was yesterday… ”  

“ i’ll never tell. ”  

“ to cutting the heads off snakes. ”

#mw2 spoilers #cod mw2 #cod rp #rp starters #rp meme #call of duty #sentence meme #sentence starters #video games #( sentence. ) #i had to really pick and choose with this but #IT'S DONE #i put in some hidden dialogues n shit too ya

[quandaryqueen]

Lip Gloss

Music Meister X Hero Reader

Poor H/N cannot stop losing their composure around the dashing scoundrel that is Music Meister.

Suggestive themes

💜 Heroes of Gotham, more often than not would they be inspired in this path of Cape swooshing crusade by the Batman in all his brooding glory. Hears of the praises given by those he saved, respect from fellow heroes, and of course, commands the fear of assailants. As a new night crawling hero, you opted to debut like the dark knight.

"Relinquish your control over the staffs. Now."

Your very first criminal was the Music Meister, harmless fellow until he opens his mouth.

Having him bent on a table, holding his wrists oh his back and to further assert yourself, you press his face against the table. The dominance had confidence through your veins, but you didn't allow that to get in your head... But it was just so empowering to pin assailants and demand them to stop, then they'd cower and beg you--

"Ooh, give it to me harder~"

... Not like that—

Needless to say, he turned the table on you as soon as you backed away from him, having been caught off-guard by his comment. Flushed in the face, you had yourself backed against the wall from the shock.

"Excuse me, what the fuck?" You exclaimed.

"You heard me."

💜 You got the job done, but at what cost? The remains of your crime fighting days, that's what. You would be blushing like a fool and staring into space whenever you're defending Gotham against him.

Dennis: Oh hey H/N~! 😘💋

You: 😟

Dennis: This next song is about you ahem...... EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I WAKE UP FEELING SO HORNY

💜 No, omg in every opportunity he has, he will render himself breedable for you. This whore is arching his back when he was caught, wrists cuffed behind his back and instructed to lay in the ground on his stomach. If he's feeling extra extra, he'll wave his ass shamelessly.

"Oh hello, H/N... Seeing something you like?" Peeking through his visors, he'd see you attempting to keep yourself composed. He likes them incoherent, wide-eyed and covering their heated face with their hands.

💜 Whenever he's informed that you're assigned to take him down, he is changing into his stripper clothes and chose more hot and heavy songs to perform. If accessed, he'll increase the mood by setting the lighting to red and will definitely summon a pole if the mood calls for it.

"Take your cigarette from its holder! And burn your initials on my shoulder! Fracture my spine and say that you're mine... As we dance to the masochism tango~!"

He throws a wink at your direction, something questionable enough to send your fellow vigilante to glance at you, where they find you with your palms covering your face.

At this point, he's just moaning lyrics on the microphone.

💜 Admittedly, you aren't the only hero whom he does this to. He is a playful son of a bitch who either likes seeing someone flustered in response to his teases or someone who reciprocates it.

You fall on the flustered category and if you're easily jealous, he seems to have powerful chemistry against those who teases him back, to the point they'd get too close to making out in the middle of the battle.

💜 Were you soft towards him?

"Hey! Careful with him! He's already cooperating!" You yell after police staff when they attempt to shove Music Meister in the police car.

Yes, you are.

In his gratitude, he merely winks at you as the police car carts him back to Arkham.

💜 So... What should happen if you and a more playful hero collaborated to take down the Music Meister?

"I don't want anybody else, when I think about you. I touch myself. Oh, I don't want anybody else. Oh no, oh no, oh no~"

Whilst you simmer in embarrassment, covering your face, your other fellow hero just raised their brow at him with a smirk.

"Why don't you come down here and touch me instead?" They shouted at him, before grappling over the ledge to reach him.

Watching the hero, a pit of emotion burrows itself in your guts. Before they can get near him, mind-controlled goons took grab of them. Music Meister takes his microphone from its stand before taking the hero's chin between his thumb and finger.

"Hey! Music man!" The shouting from below made him glance down and be greeted with your figure ascending with your fist aiming for his face.

With you knocking him out, resets the spell he casted upon innocent people and revert them back to normal... Record time. The hero from their hold ran towards your and held their hand out for a high five.

"Good job, H/N!"

💜 Do I have to say that he's utterly shameless?

"Yoo hoo~ H/N! Did you miss me~?" He waves over after pirouetting to present himself in your peripheral.

"No, not really." You sighed. Apparently, he broke out of Arkham for you.

"Oh you're such a precious little thing! Too stoic to admit you're so much of a softie. I thought that was more of Batman's thing." He sings, twirling before stopping before you and lightly flicking your nose. "Well I missed you~"

Riddled with exhaustion, you couldn't help but to slide your back against the wall and fall on your bottom. He doesn't seem to be planning to chaos mayhem in Gotham in general, but solely towards you. Running a hand through your hair, you felt the heat pushing under your skin.

... Is it wrong for you to fall for him? For all you know it's just his nature to flirt like this to anybody, not to mention, he might just be entertained seeing you this flustered or maybe he's using it to distract you.

"What do you feel towards me exactly?"

"Lust." He waits for your face to flush in that sweet, sweet shade of embarrassment... It didn't. You remain dazed with melancholy. "Hmm... I take it you're serious right now?"

You would remain unresponsive until you answer his question... Very well then.

"Well, I do enjoy teasing you. It's all for the fun of it."

Called it. You nodded to yourself. Sighing, you pull your knees close to your chest and buried your face behind it.

"Why ask?" He pries, sitting across you with his legs crossed.

"Nothing."

"Oh? It seemed something. Come on, tell me." Leaning forward, he places a hand on your knee and lightly shakes you. "It's only fair since you asked me something, come now."

Peeking through the gaps of your makeshift prison, you can make out the urging curiosity he has on his face.

"Just... Sing and mind control me already. That's what you're here for, right? Maybe you can twirl me around and off the rooftop."

He laughs to lighten the mood. "Where is this coming from?" And they say he's the dramatic one.

"I have feelings for you."

Before you can even think out it, words spill from your lips so haphazardly. You feared to look up in fear of finding something horrible, even if you don't know what is it you fear when you're already experienced his rejection before this. Regret bubbles at the back of your throat in a form of choking on your own breath.

His eyes widened behind his visors. You? Have feelings for him? Well that's a what he heard, though he wasn't sure how to process it.

"Well that's the end of it..." Fuck, why did you tell him?

"You do?"

"You heard nothing, this conversation is over." Before you can retrieve your grappling device, he takes hold of your hand.

You barely looked over your shoulder and so he doesn't see your face flushed, he ultimately assumed you were scowling. But it wasn't enough for him to let go. He expected you to lowly demand to be unhanded, but nothing came of it. You stood, tense and unmoving. He so utilises it to pull you to face him forward and take hold of both your hands. Darius looks within your averted eyes with such an intensity, you remain looking aside.

Admittedly, he meant it when he said it's all for the fun of it, it's always has been for everyone he had encountered-- just goes to show how irresistible he can be to anyone. You're not the first he's heard those words from; almost everyone had fallen for his charms and most of those times, he never felt the same. But he always made sure they never walk away with that much dread of rejection. He's a rogue after all, not a monster.

But with you...

"If you'd like, we can try."

He would love to see what will happen-- dating you. The hero, the saviour, the one who carts his ass back in Belle Reeve most of the time. How could that affect your vigilantism? But most of all, how would the hero act without the mask? Would you still love him if he doesn't wear the mask? Would he come to love the person under the mask as much as he perceives your alter ego?

"What do you say?"

...

"We can try."

Darius grins. The tip of his finger traced on your neck by the throat and settles under your chin, softly lifting it. Your throat bobbed upon swallowing thickly, as you gather the courage to reciprocate his eye contact. You find yourself leaning closer, when suddenly--

"You're paying." He says, tapping your nose and giggling, before twirling away.

#darius chapel x reader #darius chapel #music meister x reader #music meister #dc music meister #fluff #a bit suggestive

[epickiya722]

REACTIONS TO EPISODE 23 - DEKU VS CLASS A

You know how it goes!

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS

I am so not prepared for this episode! 😃

That's right, Katsuki, call him out!

Whoa whoa whoa! Pause! Land Mine Blast... when can he do that?!

"You'd run away without even talking it out?" Yes! Sounds quite familiar... 👀

OH, KOJI KODAAAA!!! MY SUNSHINE!!!

Aaaaw, the flashback of Izuku and Hanta training together!!! Hanta's smile!! My heart!!

THESE KIDS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY!!!

Rikido using Eri though! "I won't lend you my food coloring for Eri's apple candy!"

"It's alright. Eri will be alright." NOT WITHOUT HER BIG BRO IZUKU THERE, YOU DAMN IDIOT!!!

That contraption Yaomomo made is by far the strangest ones yet and I must know how she even constructed that in her head.

A HYPNOSIS DEVICE!! How did he even know... wait, no, this is Izuku Midoriya I'm talking about. Of course, he would know.

This rabbit demon just broke the helmet... with force from his head... he headbutted the thing...

"Midoriya, let's take a shower!" THEY KEPT THE PART!!! 🤣🤣🤣 DENKI!!!

"But I sensed nothing at all." Because they're not trying to hurt you, they want you back, sweetie!

"So please... Stay away from me!" SEE WHAT YOU DID, AFO?! GOT MY GREEN SUNSHINE SEPARATING HIMSELF FROM THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT!! FUCK YOU!!

Daiki Yamashita once again putting his heart into Izuku's voice. He sounds so hurt, so desperate. 😭😭😭

They're all doing a damn good job honestly, I'm very close to crying!

Here's Shoto with this giant ass ice wall!!

"Is your responsibility stopping you from shedding tears?" Yeah...

"You are our friend." Alright, Tsu got me. I'm crying now! 😭😭😭😭

Dictator... ugh that bitch.

Wait was this scene in the manga??

The kids just ran off because Izuku is important to them and that is so damn beautiful!

Look, Shoto, I know you're trying to keep him still, but... at this point you might give him hypothermia. Chill out... and I'm realizing the joke I did there.

ARE THEY PLAYING YOU SAY RUN?! THAT'S MY JAM!!!

YOU MISSED! HOW COULD YOU MISS?! HE WAS TEN FEET IN FRONT OF YOU!!

The class yelling "GO" together!!! No, folks, for real, I got tears!!

Katsuki!!! "Deku, I have things to tell you. There is something I must tell you! But right now, I'll let the guy who can withstand this speed do the talking first!"

GO, TENYA, GO!!!

THE HANDS!!! THE HANDS!!! 😭😭😭💙💙💙

"... it's those who will fight alongside him in the journey." The 2nd User gets it!! You damn right!!

"Let go." IZUKU, SHUT UP RIGHT NOW, YOUNG MAN!!

HE CRIED AT TENYA'S WORDS!!! HE CRIED!!

GAVE MY CLASS REP HIS TITLE SCREEN, HELL YES!! 💙💙💙

Oh, they put Katsuki's hero name!! NICE!!

NICE CATCH, KIRISHIMA!!! YOU GO, BOY!!

"But... I'm scared." Izuku... please...

Oh, Katsuki Bakugou walking up, I know where this is going. 👀

Ooooh, Katsuki, dude, man... you only said a single sentence and I'm crying a little harder.

He looks so soft...

"But I've always been the inferior." KATSUKI, PLEASE!!

Oh, the shots of them going from kids to teens... 😭😭😭

HE CALLED IZUKU!!! AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

He ran to catch Izuku... I'm going to lay down after this.

Izuku just lets himself settle in Katsuki's arms... yeah, that's how I feel. DRAINED.

Okay, not the colors I had been thinking for Thirteen's real face and body.

DAAAAAMN. I did not think the barrier would be that big!!! NEZU GOT BANK FOR REAL!!!

"I wish I could return everyone's kindness." You've done enough, sweetheart.

Fuck every single one of those people who said Izuku can't come into the school THAT HE FUCKING ATTENDS!! YOU SONS OF BITCHES, HE'S BEEN PUSHING HIMSELF TO PROTECT YOU!!! FUCK YOU!

Known fact, my least favorite people on the whole series is the "civilians".

"Who is there to protect the hero?" Ochaco, you best girl for a reason! (All the girls are really.)

This episode just... I can't... it was beautiful!!

#kiya watches #kiya reacts #just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha s6 #bnha season 6 #bnha spoilers #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #class 1a #class a #deku #iida tenya

[harrysrealgf]

eddie munson angst x fem!reader

after Vecna had cursed chrissy, he wanted to make sure Vecna suffered. the last thing Eddie would ever want is for y/n to suffer like she did. he loved y/n. so so much. they were only best friends. but little did y/n know her small words could mean so much.

(also pretend the song is from 1986😓)

warnings: angst. death. taking anger out on others. stuff along that line

3rd person pov

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“Eddie, y/n, Dustin. you guys go scare off the demobats.” Nancy said.

“why do we get the boring job.” I whined.

“y/n. just look at us. i mean, we are not hero’s.” Eddie looks at Dustin then back at me.

I scoffed and hit his chest. “i could be savin’ that di-.” I smiled.

“get a room.” steve shouts.

“enough steve. if they wanna fuck in the upside down. just let them.” Nancy said in her innocent girl tone.

i rolled my eyes playfully.

********

“you guys ready for the most awesome rock concert ever?” Eddie says walking up to his guitar and smirking.

“hell yeah.” Dustin and I both say

“fuck im so ready for this.” Eddie says with lust in his eyes. god was his guitar really making him like this?

we go out to the playground by eddies trailer and he starts to play ‘Master of Puppets’ by Metallica.

after a while the demobats started coming. holy shit was there a lot of them.

“T-minus 30 seconds!” Dustin starts yelling, Eddie nods and starts playing his guitar solo.

after the 30 seconds we all run back to the trailer.

we try and fight them off for a little while. then we go back in the real world. Dustin climbs the sheet first. then I do.

Eddie stops climbing and looks up at us.

“Eddie come on!” Dustin yells.

“Eddie!” i yell.

Eddie looks up at us then back down. he jumps off and cuts the sheet. Me and Dustin are screaming for him to come back up. when he grabs his stuff and moves the bed. i grab a chair and jump back into the upside down.

“Fuck!” i yell after i fell. I hurry and get up and start running to Eddie yelling his name.

he’s riding on a bike saying “come get me sons of bitches.”

“Eddie stop!” i yell. I catch up to him and pull him back into the trailer.

“fuck! y/n what the hell are you doing?” he looks at me with anger.

“i dont want you getting hurt.” i say grabbing his shoulders and looking him in the eyes.

“y/n im not running away anymore. im going to destroy this vecna creep.” he says super sternly. he tries to walk away

“youre not going anywhere.” i grab his arm. he comes back in-front of me.

“dustin throw a rope down here!” i yell for him to hear.

“are you guys okay?!” dustin yells, tossing down a rope.

“one of us wouldn’t have been.” i look at eddie. i wait for him to go up. “youre going up first eds. i dont trust that you wont just run back out there.” i smile stupidly.

“and how do i know you wont?” eddie grins

“you dont. get your ass up there.” eddie finally climbs up the rope. when he gets up there i see dustin give him a big hug.

“we should just leave y/n down there. find a way to close the gate.” dustin laughs.

what?

they both disappear. im stuck in the upside down.

i hear a clock chime. fuck. vecna.

i walk out of eddies trailer and theres red fog everywhere outside.

eddies pov.

“y/n?” i yell. shes just standing there.

“vecna.” dustin whispers.

“shit!” i climbed up the rope and almost falls down.

“are you coming or not?!” i yell up at dustin. he come down with the headphones and all of the music in y/ns bag.

“whats her favorite song?!” dustin yells.

“what?! why does that matter??!” i yell back.

“whats her favorite song?!” he repeats louder.

i pick up the song “Me and Your Mama’’ by Childish Gambino.

dustin puts it in the mp3 player and puts it on y/n.

y/ns pov

“i know you regret it y/n.” vecna whispers.

“have you forgotten? when i kill someone, i never forget.”

“i know your just trying to get in my head. and its not working!” i yell.

“oh but i know it is y/n. i know everything you feel.”

eddies pov again lol

“fuck! shes mine, fucking go away!” i scream.

“y/n, Wake up! please!” i cry.

“fuck i love you y/n. please wake up!”

“stay away from her! fuck!” i threw something and it shattered. i honestly didnt give a shit what it was.

y/n starts to rise in the air.

“fuck no! im not doing this again. not with my y/n. i dont fucking like this y/n!”

y/n falls, wakes up and starts gasping for air.

“shit i thought i lost you!” i sobbed into y/ns arms.

“ed-eds.”

“yeah? whats wrong love?”

“i-if anything happens.. t-to either one of us, i… i just wanna let you know th-that i love you. i love you so much and i dont ever wanna lose you.” i started to cry and my mascara was running down my face.

“really?”

“yes eddie! why do you think i fell and probably broke my back to come find you down here.” i laugh through my tears.

“to be a nice friend?”

i giggle a bit. “if you dont feel the same way i completely understand. i just feel like i had to let you know before anything happened.”

“no! fuck! y/n ive loved you since we were kids. youre always telling me to go find a girl that i love and i try! i really do try but every-time.. its you. its always you i come running back to.” he looks at me so sweetly and the only thing i can think to do is kiss him. so i do. and its everything ive ever wished for.

“ew.” dustin gags.

“forgot you were there.” eddie looks down.

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x fem!reader #vecna #eddie munson

[ruexarchive]

A Tipsy encounter

Touya Todoroki x Tomura Shigaraki

Rating: 18+

Inspiration: I love you like an alcoholic - The Tax payers

summary: During the 4 years in France, there was a hero event being held there, like there always were But this time Tomura was invited. So he attended and met some during the celebration after all the interviews and cameras. Someone he'd heard of, someone who was as controversial as hell and he couldn't be caught dead talking to him let alone look his direction or else his father would shoot him dead.

warnings: Cussing & Smut

Tomura POV:

Touya Todoroki, eldest son of The Todoroki's, and son of Enji Todoroki the infamous Endeavor. What the hell was this son of a bitch doing here? I didn't realise they invited drug-addicted fuck boys here. I rolled my eyes in annoyance Shit, I should probably stay the fuck away from him before he ruins my image. I spent the rest of the night avoiding him.

"hey Tomura dude, are you going to come to the after-party?" Kaminari yelled right next to my fucking ear. "one, I'm not your fucking friend. two, I'll go to the after party if want!" God Kaminari is annoying. "oh Emily said she was going..." "Emily?" what does she have to do with me "yeah your SUPER cool girlfriend" I wouldn't use cool to describe her but whatever. "yo Tomura you there?" Denki had his hand waving over my face like I was an idiot. "Yeah" "yeah like you coming to the party or like yeah your girlfriend is super cool?" "the former" I'd rather die than admit Emily was anything but cool. "wait what does that mean? You know I didn't do well in school, right? "yeah no shit dumbass, former means the first, latter means the-" Wait why the fuck was I talking to him. UGH

I walked away from Kaminari while he kept telling me to come back. I ignored him and went to the bathroom. I went into the empty stall, closed the toilet seat and pulled out my phone. Scrolled a bit and opened genshin. I hadn't played it in a while. Great thing the organizers set up a good internet connection or else I probably would be pissed. After a few minutes I decided to go out again, you know not to look creepy as hell staying in the bathroom for longer than I should have. As I got out everyone was talking about the after-party. You know what fuck it, I need to let loose I'm so fucking tired of feeling stressed.

I went to the after-party and drank a bit, and now I found myself following behind Touya of all people. I couldn't drive home and Emily was going to her friend's house for the night. She's the one who drove me to the event. Touya was at the party but he was completely sober, the only one. So he offered to drop me home but I had no choice but to accept his fate or get into an Uber with some crusty fucker. You'll never catch me dead in a poor man's car. Touya had parked a little far from where the venue was, so we had a little walk to the car. "I still can't understand how a drug addict like you would be invited to an event like this." I think this is the first time I've ever REALLY spoken to Touya before. "ouch, your hearting my feelings," He said in a somewhat mocking voice I turned to him and looked into his eyes. fuck, the rumours were true...he had one of the most gorgeous eyes I'd ever seen. "You like the eyes? I got them from my shitty father" He had a little smirk smacked onto his face. "unlucky, I got my fathers too but lucky for me, mine turned red once my quirk manifested." "You sound happy about that.." Shit, I let myself get too comfortable "I thought it was normal to hate your father? Isn't it?" "Mmm, I guess." I was getting sick of this conversation as much as I loved shitting on my father I wanted to know more about the fucker who was driving me home. He was just too interesting. "so how come you were the only sober person this whole night?" Shit my words were slurring, the alcohol was taking control. "I've been sober for a few years now, I don't take any substances anymore, but I got to admit I miss my cigs." I just nodded my head, that explains a lot.. "guess I should stop calling you druggy fucky boy" SHIT I said that out loud, holy fuck "druggy fucky boy?" Touya had stopped walking. He just started into my eye's with the most confused fucking face I'd ever seen. I was blushing like crazy and I know he could tell. "oh forget it!" I shoved right passed him trying to hide how pink my face was from embarrassment. "oi get back here pretty ass" THE FUCK DID HE JUST CALL ME?! "Excuse me what?!" I spun around and stared at him. "I said get back here." "After that idiot" "What, do you like it when I call you pretty ass? I would've called you bubble butt...but eh whatever." Not a single word would come out of my mouth. "Are you just going to stare at me forever? my car is just a few blocks away. "yeah um lead the way" I was stumbling over my words not to mention the slurring. He started walking so I followed right behind.

We spent twenty blocks talking about good bars and better cities than Paris As we walked through a dark ally, people stared in the shadows like an audience. And even the meanest among them Had a special little shine In their eyes when they saw us walk by. Touya's car was in site and I was stumbling a bit as I walked. Before I knew it I had tripped right into Touya's arms...how cliche. He caught me just in time and looked at me. "Woah there doll, don't want you falling for me already, we just met remember?" He was chuckling, that sly fucking fox. "don't call me a doll~ et je ne tombe pas amoureux!" I was a blushing mess at this point. "you do know I don't speak French right?" "I SAID I DON'T FALL IN LOVE!" I didn't mean to say that so goddamn loud. "I never said that, but good to know" "YEAH SO DON'T THINK I LIKE YOU OR SOMETHING! YOU ARE ALMOST AS ANNOYING AS KAMINARI!" Yeah, I lost it, there was no turning back now. I'm so embarrassed I'd love for him to just burn me alive! God that kinda sounds sexy....NO NO NO NO what the hell is wrong with me?! "Get in the car, Tomura we're here" he said calmly He had opened the door for me and now he was walking around the car to the driver's seat. Without thinking I followed right behind him like a lost puppy. "oi, I'm driving remember?" He was right in front of me now, sitting inside the car while the door was wide open. I guess his quite cute if you squint your eyes.... Before I could even finish my thought I was on top of him, sitting on his lap staring down at him. "doll as much as I would love to fuck you right now, your drunk..." "I don't care... I consent, hurry up before I change my mind." I have no idea what I'm doing right now, I've never had sex with a guy before. I mean I've done blowjobs, the stuff of the sorts but never really had a dick up my ass. SHIT I hate when I'm tipsy! "You sure?" he had a bored expression on his face that I could quite understand. I nodded and he grabbed my neck, to pull me closer and kissed me. He just kissed me and god did he taste good. I don't know what I was expecting but fuck this was better. He eventually pulled away after what felt like hours. "fuck" he said with a breathy voice. Making me melt under him. "One more kiss" I hate myself but fuck I just couldn't help myself. Our lips smashed together, it was hot, and his tongue began to explore my mouth, normally if I was making out with someone I would take control...but I was so caught up in the moment. Fuck I'm hard "mhmm" Touya was hard too, I could feel him as I grinded on top of his cock.

We made out for about 10 minutes, but it felt like a few seconds. Then we stopped, correction Touya stopped. I pulled away, stopped grinding on him and looked at his face. Looking for some sort of answer in his eyes. "I've done this before, fucking in the car...it's not fun. So how about we head to your apartment and finish this there" He had the sexiest smirk. fuck. I can't understand how I got into this mess. I nodded and moved to the passenger seat. "Where do you even live?" "star hotel room 341" "of course you do"

After a few minutes of driving, I fell asleep.

I woke up in my apartment, on my bed. Expecting to see Touya by my side but he wasn't there. I got out of bed to realise I was only in my boxers. What the fuck happened last night?! I walked around the apartment to see no traces of him being there at all. I went to the kitchen to see a note on the counter and it read. "fell asleep in the car. Your so fucking heavy btw." Fucking turd, I wasn't heavy! He was just weak. I picked it up and noticed there was writing on the back with his number. That cheeky bitch.

#mha #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #mha touya #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi #dabi todoroki #mha tenko #tenko shimura #tenko shigaraki #if tomura was a hero #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #if dabi was a hero #touten #shigadabi #shigadabi headcanons #tentou #mha headcanons

[pchjun]

Welcome the second (and definitely not the last) part of me absolutely trashing Monsta's writing team for BBBGLX

So, in the first part of this dissertation, I started of with the main focus of the whole Galaxy series, Boboiboy's powers and how stupid the retcon is and how it under mines and misinterpret every single character development involving his powers n the original series. which u can find here.

There are significant several characterization issues on the MAIN CHARACTER that are present in the the galaxy series. (how did you mischaracterised your own star of the show????)

See here back in the Original series, The characterization of Boboiboy had been consistent of a few things;

he's always was depicted to be a stubborn and slightly petty. (think his and Fang's rivalry)

He's always been depicted as someone who talks with fists first at the sight of a threat (the various friendly fire he has caused during the original series)

He was always depicted as someone who loves sports more than anything.

So, let's dissect what's wrong and why it is wrong and how to it should be corrected.

One of them is of course is how much of a doormat he is.

Boboiboy in the original series was always been open to how he was very much is still weak but even so he doesn't make a big deal out of it.

but in Galaxy? ho boy if there's an episode that how they didn't not talk about how surprised or shocked everyone are on how Boboiboy is an absolute unit he is even to his own friends that have been with him since he was eleven. like, how are you that close to a person for that long and have been personally been involve in him getting AND using his powers AND STILL GETTING SURPRISED AT HIS POWERS AND PROWESS??? like the boy defeated a well known and feared space criminal when he was 11?

HE TOOK BORA'RA - A CRIMINAL THAT HAS ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS COMMIT MASS OMNICIDE/XENOCIDE AND MUNDICIDE- BY THE FUCKING BALLS AND KILLED HIM OFF WHEN HE WAS TWELVE.

he has been kicking space pirates behind since he was 11 yrs old. Eleven, do you ever realise how actually terrifying that is that a someone who hasn't even graduated primary school can repeatedly and consistently curb stomp you to the ground??? And how the psychological effects of someone being so physically powerful the moment they lose themselves a little bit they already become not a person anymore but a force of nature?

how are you bitches still this surprised?? He's the son of Amato the Mechanised Hero. (also unrelated, but I think the term ambassador is just a code for super mysterious hero in space. i probably make another post abt it too in another time :P)

And why is Boboiboy this flustered on getting a lot of compliments? every time he gets complimented he goes " (〃∀〃)ゞ ehe thanks ehe" like the bitch didn't you get the same type of compliment thrown at you at 11 yrs old and not only felt uncomfortable getting it but actively tries to give the limelight to someone else (aka Fang, if wouldn't raise to his baits)

He has grown, he's 15 already. By the time that galaxy comes around would be very cagey to people he doesn't actually trust even to his superiors. If there's a few things that are very consistent in the preteen experience, is the start of teen rebellion and the fight to have autonomy of choice. so for him to just be a very meek personality and characterization is very jarring to say the least.

He in the galaxy series, also has been oddly slow in his emotions relating his friends as well as incredibly less in tune with their emotions. which is very different then the original series where his friends emotions and safety are his first priority. (Remember the only reason Earth's second Tier was activated is due to Boboiboy seeing his friends in the near brink of death fighting Adudu) Boboiboy never had close human friends before moving to the Rintis Island.

Hell, his own personality and many others in the Kokotiam gang was so fridged for the plot that its a miracle that we cant just replace them as a whole. Like how fucked up did you do the characters till the whole cast of characters can be replaced and nothing will change about the plot.

Another thing of course, his reaction towards Sai and Kaizo.

Now, considering the all the facts and conclusions drawn in thus far, a new albeit handsome face would have set off some kind of alarm in his head. (Though probably had dulled due to the fact that Sai has a pretty face. You cant tell me have some kind of realizations™ when he saw Sai) but his guard being lowered enough to actually ask for a handshake? Yeah...

Now onto …. Kaizo. and his relation to Boboiboy. 😐

I... have a lot to say about Kaizo. I wont be explaining them here because ill be explaining my thoughts in a separate post where I will give a dissertation on both Fang and Kaizo because of their relation to each other. (and also shit on the writing team for making Kaizo not scary anymore)

But to be quite frank on what a proper reaction to seeing the guy that disrespectfully beat you and your bestie's ass three years ago whom is also said bestie's big brother that was called in as the fucking back up and he arrived with said bestie. the appropriate reaction to this is to say "wtf bestie wdym THIS is the back up" and "Bestie r u ok? like mentally? like did he hurt you or sumn Istg--"

Boboiboy's and Kaizo's relationship should be strained from the start because of what he did and because of that when or if Kaizo does have a redemption arc and actually reconcile with fang then and only then Boboiboy would or should be friendly with Kaizo. Remember if he's loyal to anything, he's loyal to his friends first then anything else. Remember he would've actually fought with Reta 'ka with only gempa, ice and blaze without ever knowing about hybrid for his friends if not for the intervention of Gopal.

This is a very a weak point to talk about but Boboiboy's interest in sports.

Boboiboy has always been characterized as a character who loved the outdoors always down to go camping, to play soccer to go fishing and do extra curricular activities and never get any homework or studying done because of it. They could've had some scenes of him trying to do normal sports inside TAPOPS and the ships, playing some dumb table top game, HECK HIM PLAYING BILLIARDS of all things will make more sense than him just lounging around waiting for the plot to start.

Also how the fuck did he not make a makeshift soccer/ tackraw ball from scrap paper and tape two days into staying in TAPOPS's HQ. He's a 15 Yr old boy that loves sports than his math test results, wdym he hadn't done it???

Now what did we learn from all of this?

The writers actually forgot about the character 'Boboiboy' and instead shoe-horns in a stand-in self-insert character that resembles Boboiboy.

Thus ends my dissertation on Boboiboy, the next upload will be about the famous Gogobugian brother duo, Kaizo and Fang which will be linked here when I finally post it. (Till next time, have a nice time wherever you are; reject Canon of the galaxy series and live in delusion.)

#mayrah mumbles #bbb #boifang #boboiboy #may's dissertation on bbb #boboiboy taufan #boboiboy halilintar #boboiboy solar #boboiboy fang

[deans-baby-momma]

The Story of Us-Chapter 7

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes

WC: 1,225

Winter 1997

Micki paces nervously inside the bathroom of her childhood home. She is too young, they are too young. How could this have happened?! 

Well, she knows how it could have happened but still, hoooow? She checks her watch for the millionth time. 

One more minute. 

One more minute until she finds out if she is carrying Dean's child. One more minute until she finds out if she is going to have to break the news to her father, thus breaking his heart.

Dean was off with John in Ohio,  hunting a wraith. Yes, Micki knows the truth now. After Dean had shown up a month after their last encounter with a badly injured John, he and Bobby broke the news to her.

Things that go bump in the night do exist! 

She also learned the truth about her Mom. Karen Singer had become possessed by a demon and her father had to take her out; he had to kill his own wife. 

Micki had cried, not only for her mother but for the fact that Bobby had to do that to keep her safe! He was truly her hero. Well, one of them.

Finding out that Dean also hunted these beings and monsters alongside his dad made her appreciate him even more.

But now when she needed him the most, he was off saving the world. 

Seventeen was too young to become a mother, to bring a baby into this world, to put him or her in the line of fire. 

She looks at the test that is in the sink and exhales a slow, thankful breath.  Negative. Her period was just late. Thank God!

A week later.  Dean returns and Micki lets him in on the scare she'd had.

"Goddammit Mick! How could you…." he yelled as he paced back and forth between the totalled vehicles 

"Me? How could I?" she yelled in return. "It wasn't my dick that got a little too excited and shot too soon. I fucking told you we need a rubber but no, you just had to fuck me bare!"

"I know!" Dean screamed, exasperated. He punched the window of the nearest car, shattering the glass and slicing his knuckles.  "Son of a bitch!"

Micki stood there, seething, as he cleaned up his hand and wrapped his handkerchief around it.

"So, you're not pregnant?" he said, finally calmed down.

"No, I'm not carrying your illegible bastard you asshole."

"Mick," Dean pleads but it falls in deaf ears. 

"No! You listen to me jackass," Micki says, anger pulsing through her body. "This was terrifying for me. I am seventeen years old. Hell, I'm still in school. I'm too young to have a baby. But if I had been, it would've been your responsibility too!"

"I know that," Dean said, defeated.  He was well aware of everything she was saying. "But we dodged that bullet. We'll just be more careful next time. No bareback, condoms are a necessity."

"No," Micki states. "There will be no next time. We're done. Goodbye Dean."

And with that she stomps away, leaving Dean stunned and heartbroken.

Present Day (2008)

Dean and Maren come out of the bedroom to find her grandfather and Uncle poring over lore books and ancient mythology documents.

They both look up as Dean makes his way to the coffee pot and pours the black liquid into a mug, one-handed.

After taking a sip, he grabs a bottle from the dish rack and tries to figure out what to do next.

Sam stands up and comes over, taking the bottle and fixes it, pouring water in it and adding the powdered formula. After shaking it to mix the two, he hands it to his older brother.

"Thanks," Dean mumbles, his attention mostly on his little girl. He takes a seat at the table and watches Maren eat., no one saying a word.

The only sounds in the quiet room are pages being turned and breaths being inhaled and exhaled and Maren nursing.

Suddenly Sam jumps up from his chair with a page in his hand. "I got it!"

The abrupt interruption startles them all, including Maren who pulls away from her bottle and begins crying.

"Sam! Geez," Dean says as he coddles his daughter, trying to get her to calm down. "It's okay sweetie. Uncle Sam just got excited. He's sorry. Shhh."

"Yea, sorry baby girl," Sam says.  "Dean, I know what pulled you out."

Once Dean gets Maren quieted and she finishes eating, he burps her and changes her before she falls asleep in his arms. He lays her in the bassinet on his side of the bed, leaving the bedroom door ajar to be able to hear her when she wakes up.

He walks back into the kitchen, grabbing his mug and taking a drink of the now lukewarm coffee before pouring it out and refilling it.

"So, what'd you find? What cut me loose?"

Sam gestures to all the books and pages spread out on the table,  "This is all Biblical, pre-Biblical. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."

"I was not groped by no angel!" Dean demands,  making his brother and Bobby look at him, bewildered. 

He lifts the arm of the t-shirt he's wearing where a red handprint is branded on the top of his arm. The skin is blistered and convexed, like a burn.

Both Sam and Bobby look shocked. "So, what else could it be?"

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think the lore would lie about it?" Bobby asks.

Dean sighs, rolling his eyes.  "Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have heard of one... at some point... ever?

"I'm not talking about prehistoric bullshit written in archaic hieroglyphs and symbols. How do you know you translated it right? Maybe it was written by some kind of demon. Demons lie."

"Dean," Sam sighs,  completely disgruntled  with his stubborn brother. "Apparently you did. Do you actually not remember anything?"

"No dude. It was May, we were running from hellhounds then it's September and I'm waking up in a pine box, clawing my way out of the ground. Thanks for that, by the way."

Bobby, who'd been quiet for the whole morning, finally speaks up. "Would you two idjits quit arguing religion or you want to come look at this?"

Sam and Dean gather behind Bobby and look over his shoulder. "There's a psychic I know, she lives a few hours out.  I could maybe get her to drive up. See if she's heard the other side talking."

Dean considers the option. Bringing a stranger in where his daughter and her unconscious mother is, to him, is risky. Not knowing if this person is legit or a total counterfeit is the foremost worry of his mind. 

But if Bobby trusts the psychic and she might have some answers to what is actually going on, Dean figures she's safe.

"I guess a phone call wouldn't hurt," Dean tells Bobby then turns and heads down the hall to the bedroom to check on his girls.

As soon as he enters the room, Dean notices that Micki has tears running down her still unconscious face. He rushes to the bed, pulling his girlfriend into his lap, he holds  her tightly.

"What's wrong baby?"

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#dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #micki singer #dean x micki #the story of us #flashbacks

[mlmxreader]

Back Together | Hugo Stiglitz x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: "Do you have to get yourself into trouble?" With hugo please when they get him out?

summary: you give the Basterds a new idea for a recruit.

tws: violence, death, blood, swearing, smoking, torture

"Alright, (y/n) knows him best, so they'll go first," Aldo explained as he drew lines in the dirt, keeping his voice slightly hushed so nobody would hear when they walked past, "now, I wanna make my introductory speech, as always, so we need to make goddamn sure every Nazi son of a bitch is dead and scalped, got it?"

"Yes, Sir," came the quiet but enthusiastic replies.

Of course, it was a bit of a surprise to everybody when you first showed them the newspaper, battered and burned at the edges and covered in dust from rubble and gunpowder, explaining that one Hugo Stiglitz was going to be sent to Berlin to be made an example of after his more than heroic efforts; you guessed that the man you were going to meet wasn't going to be the same as the one you knew before, the man you had fallen in love with so tenderly. He was going to be different, you guessed that, war changes everybody, but when you heard of his deeds, you knew that the Basterds needed to know, too.

You had to be careful and quiet, using knives more than guns, although nobody was going to say no to using a shotgun on any of the cunts guarding him; in fact, it was quite entertaining to watch them get blown back by the powerful shots. The same as it was quite fun to watch them bleed out when their throats were slit; but the Basterds held back for a moment, waiting around the corner as you snuck over to the little cell, placing your hands on the bars and clearing your throat as you dared to smile.

"Honey, I'm home."

Hugo looked up at you as he lit a cigarette, daring to smile back as he waved, the chains on his wrists jingling. He hadn't expected to see you, after you went to allied territory just before the war to start your new job, but fuck, he was awful glad to lay his eyes on you now.

"We're gonna get you out," you explained quietly, "some friends of mine, they're big fans of what you did."

He dared to approach at last, laying his hands on yours as he let out a sigh. "You could get yourself killed doing this."

You shrugged, tilting your head to the side and stealing the cigarette from between his fingers. "Well, it's just a little gamble - besides, I'm not alone."

Furrowing his brows, Hugo shook his head. "What do you mean?"

You gave him his cigarette back, and told him to go sit back down as you called for the Basterds; they did what they had to do, when the guards came running, they shot them, slit some more throats as you grinned and laughed. Aldo explained who they were, how they knew about him, and asked if he wanted to join the team; with a quick glance at you, Hugo nodded.

"I got the keys," you slapped them into Aldo's hand as you grinned, excited to finally get your hands on Hugo again. Hardly able to keep still as he unlocked the cell door and then unlocked the chains around his wrists and ankles; there was a little commotion from around the corner, near the front entrance, and while the Basterds went to deal with it, you helped Hugo out of his cell.

"Thank you."

"Oh, it's not a problem," you hummed, patting his arm gently. "But do you have to get yourself into trouble?"

Hugo rolled his eyes, admiring the fact that war had not taken your sense of humour. "I did what I had to."

"And so did I," you told him. "You're one of the best fucking Nazi killers, we're... Hugo, you're a fucking hero."

He never considered himself that, but he slowly nodded. "And you? How did you wind up here?"

"That job I took," you started, "y'know how it was all about mapping out snakes and their distribution?"

He nodded again.

"My skills were deemed useful," you explained, "when the war came, the secret service drafted me into Aldo's ranks... and here I am."

Hugo couldn't help but to relax a little as he flicked the cigarette away and, when the Basterds called out the all clear, started to walk with you; you brought your hand to his back, and he flinched, making you clench your jaw as you looked at him. He knew that you had seen it.

"They whipped me. Punishment."

"We'll kill 'em all," you told him plainly, not a hint of emotion in your voice which... it scared him a little. "We'll get every last one of those vile fucking cunts."

He let out a murmur of agreement, but when Aldo said something about needing to wait a couple of moments, he gently led you to one of the corridors, and gently pushed you against the wall, his hands either side of your head as he swallowed thickly.

"I missed you."

Tenderly, you brought your hand up to his face, frowning as you dared to clear your throat. "I missed you, too... but we're together again, right? And we'll... we'll go home together, at the end of the war, we'll go home."

Hugo nodded, letting himself slip so that his forearms were against the wall, his forehead pressed against yours as you kept one hand on his jaw, the other at the back of his head.

"Home."

"Home," you whispered. "But first... we got Nazis to kill, and you owe the Lieutenant a debt - he'll explain later."

#mlem writes #hugo stiglitz x reader #hugo stiglitz #inglourious basterds imagine #inglourious basterds x reader #inglourious basterds #inglorious basterds x reader #inglorious basterds imagine #inglorious basterds

[fairyaali]

hello love! Can I please request a somewhat spicy sub!chat noir x reader? Maybe where the reader is kinda feeling him up and leaving him hickeys and he’s a purring and moaning mess? Maybe he’s begging her to keep going and who is she to say no to such a sweet baby kitty? If that’s not too much of course😌 tysm

Hello bb ! I hope that this satisfied your sub! Chat needs hehe (i know it satisfied mine so) I really love how this came out and maybe i’m willing on continuing another part from here) Thank you so much for this request ! <3

Pairing: Chat Noir X Reader

Warnings: NSFW, characters are aged up in college here :), swearing.

Tags: Sub!chat, Dry humping, begging.

This is how it all went down. He saved you from an akumatized villain. He flirted. You flirted back. Then you guys started hooking up.

You didn’t understand why Chat Noir would do this with a civilian but like every other person on this planet, he has his needs. He would knock in a pattern on your window so you knew it was him and you would let him in, you’d talk for a bit, ask each other about your day until one of you breaks and pushes the other on the bed or against the wall. He was good in bed. Very good. You knew you’d never grow tired of this affair. To top it all off after you both finished you’d sit in bed and talk about all sorts of things. Aliens, Conspiracy theories about the media, gossip about people and sometimes he’d even play Mario Kart with you.

There were no strings attached. You both made it clear from day one. There couldn’t be. You both didn’t have the time for a relationship, you both didn’t have the energy for one so you simply stuck to the title ‘fuck buddies’ until one of you decides to back out. This night was different though. A smile didn’t appear on your face when you hear the familiar knock on your window because you were stuck cussing at your computer screen and rubbing your head in frustration. You had an essay to explain Shakespeare and his works but for some reason you kept deleting all that you’ve typed because you couldn’t put your thoughts into words.

He knocked again, quickly this time. “I know you’re there, beautiful.” His voice was muffled through the glass.

You huffed and put your laptop on the bed before stomping to the window. You opened it and were met by the hero grinning at you. You, on the other hand, didn’t have a pleased look on your face.

“I’m not in the mood Chat.” You state and were about to close the window again but he held it to stop you from closing it.

“Ma Belle, did I do something wrong?” He asks, a frown on his face.

You shake your head. “No, I just have this stupid essay that I’ve been trying to type out for the past four hours.” You sigh and make your way back to your bed, rubbing your temples.

He follows you inside and closes the window behind him.

“Maybe I can ease your stress for a little bit.” He says, a smirk on his face.

You simply shoot him a glare and he chuckles nervously, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay. No sex. Got it.” He sits beside you and looks at what you’re typing.

“You know you can leave right? If you’re horny you can go to your other side bitches.” You say as you type away, your eyes glued onto your screen.

Chat purses his lips, like he held himself back from saying something and shook his head.

“Maybe I came here for some company.” He says.

You snort and chuckle. “Yeah right.” You say sarcastically and look at him, but he wasn’t smiling. You gulp and your smile fades away. Did he seriously come over because he feels lonely?

His face was leaning closer to your and you were leaning closer too. No. You had to finish this stupid essay.

“Stop distracting me kitty.” You whisper and kiss his nose quickly before looking back at the screen.

He groans and falls back on the bed, playing with the pillow.

“I can help you if you’re writing about Shakespear, I wro-“ He stops himself from talking and you turn around, quirking your eyebrow at him.

“You wrote an essay like this?” you questioned.

He visibly gulps and shakes his head.

“Do you go to college?” You question further.

He chuckles nervously. “You know I can’t tell you that mon ange.”

You stare at him for a moment before looking back at your screen. You decided not to pry further, he seemed uncomfortable talking about his personal life and you decided to respect his wishes.

Your phone started to ring and you see that it’s your friend from college Marinette. You pick it up.

“Hey Mari.” You say as you type.

“The deadline has been changed to next week!” She exclaims happily.

You were filled with rage.

“what?” You deadpanned.

“Yeah apparently some students asked to change it because they were having difficulties so he changed it to next week instead of tomorrow morning.”

“I literally asked him to extend the deadline three days ago and he refused. I swear to god I want to kill this son of a bitch” You groan and clutch your fist in anger.

She sighs, “I know girl, but hey at least you’ve got more time on your hands!”

Marinette always tried to be positive when she could and you appreciated that but honestly you needed to vent. “Yeah, thanks for letting me know Mari.”

“No problem! Bonne nuit.”

“Bonne nuit.” You sigh out before you end the call.

You groan out in frustration and shut your laptop.

“What happened?” Chat asks.

You get out of your bed and start to pace around.

“I have been working on this essay for the past four days, knowing very well how stupid it was that the deadline was only five days for a two thousand word essay on fucking Shakespeare and when I ask to extend the deadline, the son of a bitch replies with an angry email saying theres enough time and that im just lazy.” You finally breathe and chat was about to say something but you cut him off.

“But when his privileged French pupil ask him to extend the deadline of course he agrees and you know what, I think it was Adrien fucking Agreste who asked him because hes the fucking pretty model boy who has everybody on their knees for him just because of his high status.” You sit down and without realising you start talking about a different subject.

“Yeah, I get it, everybody wants to fuck the pretty blond guy with money, I would too but at least I don’t look like a thirsty bitch every time he talks to me, some girls in my damn college have literally no chill and I swear to god one day I want to make him my bitch, make him weak for me to show those bitches what i’m capable of.” You were breathing heavily at this point and your face was flushed red.

You always thought Adrien was attractive, everyone did but whenever he talked to you, you responded normally to him unlike other people who constantly laughed at everything he said to try and get in his pants. He was a good guy but he was too well known for his own good and it made you uninterested in him. You thought he was out of your league, that’s what those french bitches told you at least. They belittled you just because you’re foreign - you knew they were just jealous that Adrien was always the one to come up to talk to you unlike them.

That was enough ranting for now. You look at Chat who was staring at you wide eyed, his cheeks glowing red.

“You don’t need to say anything, it’s just-“ You look down at his body and notice something. “Chat..why are you hard?”

He crosses his legs over the other awkwardly to try and hide it. “W-What are you talking about?”

You stand up and walk over to him and he walks back until he’s pressed against the wall.

“What? You get hard thinking about me making someone weak?” You whisper to him and he looks away from you. “You want me to do the same to you kitty?” You kiss his ear and he shudders, nodding slowly. Your hand moves down from his chest to his belly and your lips move from his ear to his jaw. Chat tilts his head back and a frenzy of purrs emerge from his parted lips. He was aroused, in a state of euphoria even with your small, light touches. Your hand moved lower until it reached down to the tent he had in his suit. It was painfully tight for him. Your fingertips lightly brushed over the bulge and he cussed under his breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered while you continued to touch his clothed erection and lick up his neck. He kept purring and moaning at the same time. You loved seeing him worked up like this. Your lips latched on to a certain spot on his neck and you sucked on it harshly, nibbling at it when you got the chance and putting more pressure with your hand against him.

He was a mess, grinding against your hand and breathing heavily.

“Ma Belle – merde,” he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “I want more, please.” He begs and you look up at him, noticing the red mark on his neck and feeling very pleased with yourself.

“More what, kitty?” You whisper and remove your hand from where it was.

He groans in frustration.

“More – I-I want you to touch me more.” He pleads. “Please.”

You smirk at him and pull him to your bed, pushing him back on the bed and getting on his lap. Before he could react you put your lips on his and start to grind on top of him.

He moans against your lips and throws his head back, holding onto your hips for support. You could tell that he wanted to take his clothes off but you wanted him to come right then and there.

Your hips move against his, the friction pleasing you the same, causing you to moan but grin at the worked up blond beneath you.

“Shit, shit I’m close.” He whimpers and closes his eyes, moving his own hips with yours to get more pleasure.

It felt so good but you knew you couldn’t finish with him, maybe you could continue after but your hopes disappeared when you heard the beeping coming from his ring.

“Mon Ange I-“

“Shut up and come for me kitty.” You groan out and quicken your movements causing him to part his lips and hold onto you.

His body shakes and he spews out cuss words in French while he comes undone, thrusting his hips up and whimpering.

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other both dazed and tired. You were about to lean in for another kiss but his ring starts beeping furiously.

You hop off of his lap and watch as he groans while he gets up, uncomfortably moving because of the mess he made between his legs.

“I’m sorry I cant finish you off.” He says, pouting at you.

“It’s okay Chat, I think you’ve done enough today.” You wink at him and he chuckles bashfully.

“Until next time Mon ange!” He says and opens the window.

“Bye Kitty.” You blow him a kiss and with that he’s off.

Maybe you could actually finish yourself off to the thought of him being a mess for you but before you could even do anything, your phone beeps and you see a notification from Adrien Agreste.

 “Did you hear that they moved the deadline for the Shakespeare essay? Pissed me off tbh.”

It was like he knew you accused him of something and to top it all off this was the first time he’s ever really texted you. It was weird but maybe you shouldn’t think much of it. Right?

#chat noir #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste #mlb #adrien x reader #miraculous ladybug

[angelamajiki]

arranged marriage + touya <3

AN: anything for you my lovely 🥺

CW: misogyny, forced marriages, mentions of kidnapping, AU where touya becomes a pro hero, groping, Kiego and Tomura make appearances as Touya’s asshole friends but what’s new, use of the word bitch, spitting

It wasn't to say that quirk marriages had decreased over the years, more as those who had them simply got better at hiding it.

It wasn’t hard for the Todorokis to buy your silence, and frankly, your womb. Rei was more than understanding of your tears and frustrations when they first whisked you away, comforting you in such a way that only she knew how to. It made you hopeful, in some fucked up fashion, seeing her interact with her children to think that maybe you could find some sort of peace with the life being laid out for you.

You hadn’t a clue as to which son you would be wed off to, considering the strengths of all their quirks. Only in recent studies did quirk theorists conclude that quirkless women were almost guaranteed to sire children with their father’s quirks at an equal standing or increase their powers. And Enji Todoroki couldn’t very well ignore these new developments, now could he?

Being the eldest son and biggest disappointment, Touya was granted his first pick of variety of breeding bitches his father had presented him. To produce a child with Touya’s flames without his weak disposition? It gave Enji a new hope for the next generation of heroes to come from his lineage and carry out their duties as his successor. And Touya was more than happy to take advantage of the situation to get you into his all-consuming grasp.

He was used to sharing everything, his title as a hero, his agency with his brother, and, of course, daddy’s love with the rest of the maggots he was forced to associate with his siblings. But this? This glorious opportunity to have something be truly and wholly his? To own your heart, soul, and body for his very own? Touya nearly burnt down the estate in his excitement.

And what a pretty bitch he picked to be his bride. Demure, submissive, fearful. Oh how he loved the way he struck terror into your heart when he first met you, he could see the way you wanted to cower from him in your eyes alone. Finally, he had found someone worthy of being beneath him for the rest of his life.

Preparations for his blushing bride’s wedding were made just to your liking. He intended to spoil his pretty breeding bitch, but only because she was well-endowed to her place in their marriage. Just because he owned you didn’t mean you weren’t his most prized possession. And Touya didn’t share.

Even on the day of the wedding, his groomsmen were only allowed to look and not touch. Not like his words would have stopped them anyways.

“You sure you’re content to keep her all to yourself, man? I think she’d look pretty good with all three holes of hers stuffed.”

Keigo, ever the asshole and flirt, even when he knew what the consequences were.

“Yeah, we’re your best friends. Can’t we at least see what kind of garter she’s wearing?”

And Tomura, just a plain fucking creep.

Touya snorted as he fixed his tie. “As if. That pussy and mouth belong to me, they’re mine. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You were unable to anything other than smile and nod, knowing what punishment you would be met with if you were to make any transgressions.

“See? I’ve trained my bitch well, she already knows she’s meant for my cock only and it’s all she’ll ever be good for.”

Their boisterous laughter only made you curl into yourself more before your husband-to-be picked you up.

“Awe, we’re only teasing, princess. How could I not when you have such a fuckable face?” His hand clapped down on your cheek before squeezing your lips together in his hand.

“Let me give you a reward for being such a good girl.”

Obediently, you opened your mouth and let him spit in it before swallowing.

“Atta girl. Come on, then. The ceremony will start soon. I’ve got a bitch to wife up.”

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere touya todoroki #yandere touya todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi #touya todoroki #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #yandere bnha #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia

[vibraniumwing]

true love

a sam wilson x fem!reader soulmate au wherein you can hear the thoughts of your soulmate at random points of the day.

WARNING: slight au (?), agent!assassin!y/n, occasional swearing, y/n and sam bickering during missions and typical canon-violence (kind of mellowed down), y/n and sam being frenemies (well more on them being childish while bickering), and sexual innuendos/jokes. (18+ please. MINORS DNI.) also not beta-read so all mistakes are mine !!

A/N: listened to pink’s true love as i plotted this so feels are in order. this soulmate au has you listening to the thoughts of your soulmate at random points of the day until a mutual connection of attraction has been made, which makes you freely converse with your soulmate through your thoughts. ALSO SAM IN A TURTLENECK AKDJFDSJF AWOOGA

word count: 2.7k

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You initially had thought that you had no soulmate since you hadn’t heard from them; not even once. Until one night, while you were doing your skincare routine, you heard your soulmate’s rather explicit thoughts about another person.

Safe to say it left you hot and bothered until you went to bed (and now aware about how you should be more careful about spacing out while thinking of something rated.), rather hurt as well at the fact that they were thinking of another person’s body other than yours.

Sam on the other hand, has heard from his partner as he would like to call it a few times. The first time being rather entertaining and concerning as he heard them curse out a random person, wishing hellfire on their whole existence as this person “annoyed the living will out of them.” which made him chuckle as he soared through the sky during one of his missions.

---

You were flying back to the Avenger’s Compound after another mission, seeing everyone’s silent and probably as exhausted as you from another fight. You were seated in the back, slowly drifting off to sleep when your soulmate’s thoughts suddenly infiltrated your mind, “Man, she looks cute as well when she’s sleepy. She’s equally as sexy when she’s angry… Her lips are so fucking kissable, wonder how well that works in the be-”

“NO!” you suddenly jolted awake, making everyone in the Quinjet look at you with concern. Steve was the first one to speak, glancing back at you with concern. “Are you okay over there, Y/N?”

You groaned, feeling a headache forming from being bolted awake. “I-I’m fine. It’s just my soulmate. That son of a bitch is so horny.” You muttered, putting your hands over your eyes as you sighed in frustration. “They’re gawking over another person and I get to hear about it.” You continued, making a few of the heroes you’re with snicker at your demise.

“Sounds like fun if you ask me.” Sam was the first to speak up, looking at you with a shit-eating grin. “You’ll have the upper hand knowing their kinks.” He mused, relaxing in his chair as he wiggled his eyebrows, probably enjoying the way you were suffering.

You smiled at him sarcastically, scrunching your nose in the process before rolling your eyes at him and flipping him off. “Woah! Steve, she did a bad language sign!” Sam called out, making the others laugh even more and the Captain groan at the reminder of his old antics.

“Shut it, Wilson. Not everyone likes to hear their soulmates intrusive thoughts.” You countered, raising up your other hand to flip him off again, not caring if you would be called out by Steve who was sighing again. “I swear once I meet this person, I’m kicking them where the sun don’t shine for being so fucking horny all the time.”

---

Sam had just finished his daily laps around the compound, headphones plugged in as he listened to Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean as walked back inside of the compound, head bobbing to the beat; doing a little dance as well since he was in a rather good mood. “What’s good Metal Man” he greeted Bucky, giving the soldier a quick nod which the other looked at him with bewilderment.

He wandered into the kitchen, not paying attention to your figure that was seated by one of the island stools, busy scrolling away on your phone. Sam grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a big swig of the cool liquid, parched as ever from the heat when he heard his soulmate speak out all of a sudden.

“Why the fuck does this say The Falcon doesn’t look handsome? He’s a fucking sex god if I’ve ever seen one.” Those words were enough to make him choke on his drink, dropping the bottle on the floor as he coughed out the water from the wrong pipe. This made you jolt in your seat and look at him in concern. “What’s wrong with you?”

He shook it off, tapping his chest to sooth the subtle burn from what happened moments ago. He still managed to smirk at you, cocking up an eyebrow. “Concerned about me, are you baby?” before straightening up. “I just got started from what my soulmate said.”

You pride yourself in having the patience of a saint when it comes to people but something about Sam Wilson and his ego just irks you to the core. His words made you scoff in disgust, making a face at him as you hopped off from the stool and grabbed the donut you were eating, “I would rather have Bucky’s cold metal arm wrapped around my neck than be concerned about you.” You retorted, mumbling something incoherent as you passed by the said super soldier who looked confused once more.

“What the hell did I do?” He asked, looking at Sam for answers but was left with no answers as he left to go find a mop to clean up the spilled drink on the floor.

---

You wanted to curse the person who thought it was a bright idea to pair you up with Sam for a mission. You didn’t know if the person had a personal vendetta against you or just found entertainment in the constant fights that you had with the male but you weren’t having any of it.

The two of you were tasked to retrieve an artifact which contained a lot of sensitive information that was stolen by a former S.H.I.E.L.D employee-turned-felon and planned to release it to the world which can cause more harm than good for everyone; with the exception of criminals who target the population.

You and Sam were undercover, sitting in the corner of the busy cafe located in Soho where intel located the former agent who was meeting with someone who’s a stepping stone in releasing the files. Shifting in your seat as your eyes watched him, you took a drink of your iced latte, feeling uneasy under your companion’s stare. “What the fuck is your problem, Wilson?”

He shrugged, leaning into his own chair, “If you keep on staring you’ll blow our cover.” His tone was careful despite saying so loud, glancing at the direction of where you were looking at, seeing the agent on the phone before looking back at you. “Redwing is ready if he ever runs away, L/N.”

This made you roll your eyes, “I hate that damn machine.” You muttered, sinking into your seat as you sipped on your coffee even more.

Your stakeout was going rather well until the guy you were watching stood up, making you and Sam follow, pursuing him in the busy streets of New York. The person must’ve sensed someone following him since he started to make a run for it. “Fuck.” You muttered quietly, also starting to run, getting a headstart from Sam who commanded Redwing to follow the guy.

He slid into an alleyway and you followed him, only to be met with a gun pointed to your head. “Move and I won’t hesitate to blow your brains.” He threatened, finger on the trigger. It would be a lie to say that this didn’t bring back your memories of harsh training with actual guns pointed at your head; it caused your heartbeat to move at a much more erratic pace.

You tried to look for Sam through your peripheral view but to now avail, that is until someone suddenly shouted, “Redwing! NOW!” which caught the ex-agent off guard as he turned around, giving you the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. “Better luck next time.” You chided, holding him in place as Sam re-emerged from the other side of the alley, looking rather impressed.

“Not too shabby, Y/N.” He says, a smirk resting on his lips as he got the agent from you, pushing him against the wall to keep in place firmly. You bowed playfully, brushing your hands against your pants as you mirrored the smirk on his lips. “Couldn’t say the same for you though.” You humored, readjusting your shirt as you watched Sam turn in the then man.

He scoffed at your statement, feigning offense. “Excuse me, but without Redwing over here, you would have your brains out on the street.” He answered, motioning to the gadget flying above your head doing small little wiggles.

You rolled your eyes, starting to walk away from him. “You know you needed him, Y/N!” He hollered out, making you shake your head and laugh softly to yourself. You brought up your right hand to show him your middle finger once again, looking back at him with a small smile. “You wish, Wilson!”

“If you weren’t such an asshole Sam, I would’ve kissed you right now. But knowing your ego, it’s best to leave you hanging.”

That sentence alone left him shocked in his place, realizing who his soulmate was.

---

The rest of the day was quiet for you, which was quite the shocker; you hadn’t heard from Sam, not even a single “what’s up, short stuff.” If anything, you had come up to the idea that he was avoiding you like the plague. Despite the peace and quiet it provided, you missed your banters with him dar too much.

You were inside the gym, focusing your energy on throwing punches on the punching bag as your mind was shrouded with the thought of Sam suddenly avoiding you. Had you been too harsh on him? Did you actually offend him this time? You shook it off, Sam and you had literally gone through hell and back, talked so much trash about each other but never got angry; not even once. So what was his deal?

Sam suddenly re-emerged from behind you, clad in a tight-fitting shirt and some shorts, probably on his way to work out. He was still silent, which annoyed you even more, he didn’t even spare you a glance as he made a beeline for the weights. This made you roll your eyes, punching the gym equipment a bit harder out of aggression.

“If you keep that up, you might break the punching bag again.” He finally spoke up, looking at you with a blank expression as he yielded the dumbbell, flexing his arms. Your eyes travelled down to his muscles that were defined through his shirt before looking back up to meet his gaze, huffing lightly before turning away. If he wanted to be silent with you, then so be it.

“Oh c’mon now. Don’t ignore me, you literally just checked me out!” Sam pressed on, his tone now filled with mischief; he caught you and you were pretty sure he won’t let it down until you give him the attention that he wants.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction, not just yet. You were dying on the inside, wanting to just go back to the playful fights you have but your pride was at unrest. You want to see him go to an extent just to grab your attention again.

He shook his head in annoyance, mumbling something rather incoherent as he silenced himself, succumbing to your games.

Quietness enveloped the room, the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing from the exercises the two of you were doing. Moving from the punching bag to the treadmill, you plugged in your earphones as you listened to some tunes to entertain yourself; you’ve never heard silence quite this loud until you and Sam had completely disregarded each other’s presence.

“Oh my god, Y/N. If you weren’t so stubborn I would’ve told you that you’re my soulmate and pinned you against the wall already.”

Sam’s voice infiltrated your mind, obviously startling you, making you lose your control and twist your ankle which resulted with you falling down on the treadmill before sliding down to the floor. You groaned softly, holding on to your ankle as you winced in pain.

Sam on the other hand was quick to drop the free weight equipment he was using and ran to your side, face filled with concern. “Hey, you alright? What happened?” He questioned, hand carefully holding your achilles as he elevated it, checking for any signs of wounds.

You shook your head, refusing to believe that he was your soulmate. Goosebumps ran along your skin at his simple touch, now realizing the effect he has on you. Huffing lightly, he placed back down on the floor as he got up, dusting off his hands. “I’ll go get the first aid kit. I think you might have sprained your ankle from that fall.”

Sighing softly, you had no other choice but to let him do the work. He walked back to you and quietly worked on your ankle, gently pressing the ice to your ankle to contain its swelling, making you let out a hiss from the pain. “Don’t go biting me.” He humored, making laugh softly and rolled your eyes.

Seeing how close he was, you silently admired how his brows were furrowed in focus as he wrapped the bandage around your foot and ankle, how the sweat that littered his skin glistened in the bright light of the gym, and how hands light and gentle as he handled you which gave the butterflies at the pit of your stomach do flips.

You weren’t sure if you were able to speak with him freely through your thoughts, fearing that the attraction you had with him wasn’t mutual but you took a deep breath in, focusing your remaining energy to try and communicate with him. “Sam.”

He looked at you, “Yes?” which made you break out into a big smile, punching him lightly on the shoulder. His face of concern morphed into one of annoyance, “Hey! I’m here helping you out with your sprained ankle and you repay my kind actions by punching me on the shoulder?”

“Idiot, I didn’t even speak out loud.” You told him, catching him off-guard. You laughed softly at his surprised expression, probably not expecting that you would realize right away that you were each other’s soulmate. A smirk of triumph now adorned your lips as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, taking the opportunity to tease him even more. “Cat’s got your tongue?”

Sam chuckled, putting your foot on his thigh as he sat down on the floor, “As if I haven’t heard the incriminating thoughts that go through your mind.” He rebutted, looking around the room before meeting your gaze, a small smile adorning your lips. “You’re stuck with me now, I have the right to fully annoy you now.”

You sighed dramatically, laying on the cool floor. “What did I do in my past life to deserve this?” You playfully whined, covering your face with your hands which Sam was quick to uncover, now that he was hovering over you as he gently leaned in. “Please, I know you want me too.”

His voice deepened as it got softer, his body above yours as he spoke again, “You just didn’t know how much I wanted you too.” Normally Sam would be energetic and loud around you, to irk you beneath your skin, so seeing him so soft and gentle with you was making your brain go haywire. It was a side of you you haven’t seen yet.

Given the close proximity between the both of you, you could feel his warm breath fan out on your skin, effectively making your skin feel more flushed as it is. “How about you get a kiss from this sex god then, hm?” He managed to crack a joke, lips forming a smile as he casted a brief glance down to your lips.

You hit his shoulder, scrunching up your nose. “I can’t believe you heard my thoughts about that一 but who cares, kiss me.” And soon enough, his lips were on yours in a soft liplock. It was slow and gentle, his lips molded perfectly with yours as it portrayed the pent up emotions the both of you have been pining for each other.

The kiss had now upscaled into a much more passionate one, with his lower half playfully grinding down on you, effectively making you release a small moan which Sam took as an opportunity to let his tongue inside the wet cavern, asserting his dominance against you until

“Woah what the fuck!” was heard across the room, making you push Sam off from you as the both of you whipped your head to the door to see Bucky standing with wide eyes.

“I knew your sexual tension was high up in the air but can’t you guys fuck somewhere else?!”

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Harry Potter criminal minds headcanons

It's not my fault if you didn't see this coming. It's spooky season and I'm gay. You really thought i wasn't gonna combine my current hyperfixation and Harry Potter? At least I'm a reasonable bitch, my explanations for all the sortings are in blue. These are all my opinion and i am open to discussion of different views than mine on the subject of if i put any characters in the wrong house

Luke: Hufflepuff. He has an abundance of undying loyalty.

Matt: Gryffindor. The way he treats his family and wife.

Tara: Slytherin. Her attitude, smarts, and the way she joined the BAU.

Kate Callahan: Gryffindor. Before she was at the BAU she went undercover to take down a guy. That takes guts. Plus the way she treats her niece.

Alex Blake: Ravenclaw. She's a linguist and has a doctorate.

Hotch: Gryffindor. He wanted to be a hero for his son and in the process he became a father who wasn't around. Even then he still focused on his job until his wife dies because of it, making him have to step into his role as a father. He loves his son and he stands by the actions of his team.

Derek: Gryffindor. He doesn't value intelligence and he's not ambitious because then he would have taken the New York post. He doesn't like to be a leader which leans to Hufflepuff, who are more relaxed people. He had loyalty to his team but he lies a lot to a lot of different people which isn't Hufflepuff like. The way he carries himself screams Gryffindor, but he's one of those more sneaky Gryffindors.

JJ: Slytherin. I hope I'm not putting her here because I want her to be more interesting lol. I don't feel like she fits with the other houses. Hufflepuffs value friendship, kindness, honesty and loyalty. When I think of these things, I don't think of JJ. JJ isn't really nice and like Derek she'll lie to you. But Derek with holds information while JJ straight up lies to you in your face. If she valued honestly she wouldn't have lied to the team about Emily or her time at the pentagon. I didn't put her in Gryffindor either because Gryffindors are brave, and her lies make her seem like a coward. Everything she does is to raise herself up. She did the pentagon job and left with more prestige and she came back to the BAU as a profiler, not a communication liaison. She left her home time and never looked back because the town was holding her back. And then there's Spencer and Will which seems self explatory.

Emily: Hufflepuff. I actually think Emily has many Hufflepuff qualities. I think she values fairness and she's shown us time and time again that she's honest (for the most part) and she values her friendships. She's ride or die when it comes to the team. She didn't go out to find leadership, the leadership found her and it fit her well. Imy split between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff for her because I feel like a Hufflepuff would hate having to lie about being dead to their family and they would feel really bad after it. We didn't really see that a lot with Emily but I'm willing to let it slide because the writers suck.

Rossi: Gryffindor. Rossi has small quantities from all the houses. He's cunning, he has wisdom, he likes to cook, etc. I'm putting him in Gryffindor because at the end of the day he's on the job for the thrill. He didn't come back to the BAU for titles, there was no gain to it in that way. But he missed the adventure it had to it.

Elle: Slytherin. Bad bitch. Bad bitch behavior is what Elle Greenaway has shown us all. We can start with the fact that she murdered a rapist out of spite while on the job. Or her snideness towards anyone who so much as even glances at her the wrong way or who she finds slightly annoying. She's a bad bitch, what can I say?

Gideon: Ravenclaw. It's the birds and his methods for me. Who else fucking screams in a house where a family was kidnapped and then murdered. Who else lays down on the bed of which a woman was raped just so he could see what she saw? Though there's madness in his methods, they have reason too. The amount of creativity and intelligence he has about his job is astounding. Also, the way he leaves the show. He decides that he wants to settle down. He's basically brunt out and isn't that every Ravenclaw ever?

Spencer: Hufflepuff. I don't think he's a Slytherin. Although it takes ambition to become the youngest agent in the BAU and to get 3 degrees I can't really say he was doing it for his own agency and that's why I'm hesitant to put him in Ravenclaw. Of course he's smart, but does he really value it? Does he retain knowledge because it's his passion, or because of his mother who has always thought of him as a miracle and if he doesn't use his gifts then what does that make him? We know canonically Spencer is unsure of his identity. He doesn't know who he is because of how long he's been living the way hes been told to live. Read as fast as you can, let's see how far you can go. When I think about Reid as a person, I think of his infinite selflessness. He's always putting himself directly in harm's way when there's a safer way to do things. A true Ravenclaw would take as little risks as they possibly could. Reid doesn't do this. But once again the line is murky because is he being selfless? Or is he purposely throwing himself in harm's way out of his own self hatred? Like many times before, we're now left with Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Spencer truly loves his family, blood and not blood related (minus his dad fuck that guy). There's some cases where he has loyalty (him being pissed at Cat for all the pain she's caused Penelope and because of that he says that the only way she's walking out of there is if she shoots him in the face.) But to me it feels more like being attached? He was bitchy toward Emily when she first joined because she replaced Elle and when Derek left he was upset for the rest of the show. He went over to Emily's house to pout because she "wasn't fighting for them". But he is very kind and fair, even with cat he could have done literally anything else but he's always been tolerant with her. Because of this I think I have to put him in Hufflepuff.

Penelope: Ravenclaw. oh Penelope. Sweet "baby girl" Penelope. Whatever are we to do with her. She would be a hat stall for sure. She shows characteristics from a houses. She's as resourceful and determined as a Slytherin, as clever and witty as a Ravenclaw, as kind and patient as a Hufflepuff and she's got bravery for sure. I can't say she best fits in Hufflepuff Because there's just so much more to her. She prides herself in being able to get the right answer everytime as fast as she can. For that, I put her in Ravenclaw.

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Skywalkers are immortal eldritch fucks (there’s so many ways this can go)

1. How does being half-force affect Anakin as a force ghost

Anakin... wasn't properly dead. just a bit too present, a bit too lively, and that if only someone pulled hard enough on the veil, he could be made to bleed again.

Anakin just keeps coming back to life, And so do Luke and Leia when they die.

"You've done it, you've killed Anakin fucking Skywalker. Wait, why is he standing behind you? Where's his body gone? Oh fuck, what is that expression? Oh no!"

This happens to Vader and terrifies the f*ck out of literally everyone

the man is the son of the Force, yes? how could he "become one with it" if he basically already was part of it? or at least, made of it?

It'd be either kinda horrifying or basically a regenerate-your-limbs get out of jail free card

Anakin turns up in Luke's temple one day, like "hey turns out I can't die"

Luke is just happy to have a Dad

imagine the backlash if that little factoid ever went public. "What do you mean Darth Vader can't die???"

"You mean he's alive right now????"

Obi-Wan realising he can't have a peaceful retirement in the afterlife because Anakin's apparently immortal now

Anakin starts trying to figure out how to make Obi wan immortal too

Ahsoka is so confused at everything

"You look a lot like the Hero with No Fear from the Clone Wars. Are you his grandson or something?" 

"Nope, I am him." 

"Freaking weird Jedi and their not aging."

 2. how terrifying it would have been if during the Dooku fight in AOTC his arm just regrew the moment it was cut off

3. them realizing this during the clone wars: CHECKMATE BITCHES

imagine the propaganda if there was a General who literally couldn't die

the Seperatists wouldn't know which way was up anymore

Anakin realised he had this sort of ability during the clone wars it would be hilarious to see him just throwing himself at things

he could protect his men better

Imagine how distressing it would be for a shiny to just see their general die and then come back seconds later

And Rex being like "Yep, the general does that."

just rubbing his eyes. and being completely done

Imagine the bitching sessions with Cody "At least yours resurrects! Mine just runs off without his kriffing lightsaber and armor all the time!"

clone boys have a heart attack whenever their general just decides to regrow limbs

rex faints the first time he sees anakin's arm grow back.

instead of the whole "my general keeps losing his lightsaber" it becomes "my general keeps losing his arm"

"My general keeps dying."

"Oh, how many have you been assigned to now?"

"No, no, he gets better again afterwards."

the 501st never tell the shinies that their general is immortal because the vets like to fuck around like that

it's kind of a right of passage for shinies to almost have a heart attack when the general comes back from the dead

Anakin is basically just the "if all else fails" option at that point because no matter what happens to him, he will be back at the temple annoying the hell out of everyone before dinner time

Anakin gets mortally wounded and is like "Well, I'll see you in five."

Droids: * shoot Anakin *

 * Anakin: * dies * 

Anakin, 5 minutes later in the middle of a crowd of droids: SURPRISE BITCHES!! * Murders them all *

Anakin dying to Dooku at the end of Attack of the Clones and then coming back and Dooku just being like "Fuck this shit I'm out."

him coming back and chasing dooku with his arm

Imagine the moment they find out Anakin can come back from the dead:

Ahsoka and Obi-Wan just sobbing their hearts out and then suddenly he's behind them like "Hey, bold of you to presume I'm mortal."

He pulls a Percy Jackson, and walks into his funeral.

mace windu utters a quiet "are you fucking kidding me"

next time anakin dies, his funeral includes a "welcome home anakin" banner

Mace stops letting the Yoda Lineage have funerals because they don't stay dead

They keep having funerals for Anakin just as an excuse to have a party

what if politicians don't know this. like the first time he dies during the war, and all the diplomats are there. Except Padme. She knows all and is just there to see the chaos.

They're usually private funerals, so they can keep inviting new people to screw with

"general skywalker just died"

"senator he's right here"

"i saw him die protecting me right before my eyes"

"senator do you need the healers?"

Obi-Wan, just watched Anakin go splat at the bottom of a ravine:

“ANAKIN!!”

Anakin, popping back into the mortal coil just behind him: “Yeah? What's up?”

obi-wan finding out about a Anakins thing and keeping it a secret,

so one day anakin dies and the whole council is like, mourning

obi-wan is just rolling his eyes and saying “it’s fine he’ll be back”

everyone thinks obi-wans having a mental breakdown

but then anakin walks into his funeral with a cup of caf and sunglasses and flashes everyone a peace sign

All of Yoda’s lineage (except dooku) and padme know.

"can you guys not cover me in white next time? it's pretty boring"

"can i get, like, glitter? is that a thing? make it a thing"

Skywalkers can also breath in space.

They just don’t have to breathe. 

4. THE FORCE IS A PROACTIVE PARENT IN THIS (AND AGENDER) (THEY/THEM PRONOUNS)

during the time it takes for him to resurrect, the force and anakin talked.

Bc that's the only time he could talk with a tangible parent.

he learns about palps that way

one time Anakin dies twice in one day

turns out the ability has a bit of a cooldown time so everyone's just panicking a bit because he should be back by now

then he appears like three days later

Obi-Wan's like "You bastard."

"Gotta keep you on your toes."

Really his parent just wanted some more time with him, and who was he to refuse?

a cracky! anakin basically having annual dinners with The Force because of how often he dies in the clone wars

in this verse the clone wars was created so Anakin & his parent The Force can have family dinners

Mortis, but instead of All That Nonsense, it's just a nice episode of meet the parent

padme dies, and then at her funeral she comes back, but force sensitive.

force sensitive, immortal, padme amidala. The seppies are going DOWN

The Force wills Padme to die because The Force wants to meet their daughter in law

It does this for basically everyone Anakin cares about

sometimes anakin and padme just drop dead, and wake up a few hours later bc they had a family dinner to get to.

"I'm going to kill you" is suddenly the literal way for Anakin to say "I love you"

Anakin dies on Mandalore and Satine witnesses it and she's horrified and doesn't know what to tell Obi-Wan but then she sees Obi-Wan talking to Anakin and she's so confused

So if anakin kills you and you’re someone he cares about you come back to life immortal.

Death By Skywalker basically being a way of becoming immortal is gonna fuck with the war so much

when Palpatine tells Anakin to kill all the jedi he thinks Palpatine is telling him to invite all the jedi to his Force Family Dinner

One day the entire Jedi temple just dies all at once, and comes back a couple hours later, to the confusion of literally everyone (including the Jedi)

yoda is frequently killed to spend time with the force because after 900 years the two of them are tight as fuck

Anakin doesn’t have attachment issues in this bc hey, people die all the time! :)

He also ends up being worshipped as a demigod.

More Angsty version of this: young anakin kills palps bc he thinks he'll resurrect, but then the tangible form of the force appears and explains that he was the sith master.

Palpatine would probably actually try to get Anakin to kill him, because hey! Free immortality! Don't mind if i do!

5. Imagine if this was something he discovered as a little kid. Anakin going off to visit Qui-Gon in the force and Obi-Wan wondering what eldritch beast he has ended up with as a padawan

"Anakin what are you doing?"

"I'm making master Qui-Gon a friendship bracelet?"

"...master qui gon?"

"yeah! i gave one to my parent yesterday and master qui-gon said he wanted one too!"

"Your parent? when exactly was this yesterday?"

anakin being a convoy for dead masters and their old padawans like Weed Dad qui gon jinn and his Struggling Son obi wan

anakin has two parents

Parent and Mom

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