#I'M SO FUCKING GROSS HOLY SHIT

[boxwinebaddie]

spoiler alert: chapter thirteen of pep is the begining of the stan healing arc and in the beginning of it, stan throws on his biggest, rattiest boy pajamas, puts his hair back in the standana, plays his emo throwbacks playlist and starts cleaning his entire gross ass house from top to bottom & that's based on true events bc its literally just me every time i clean my room after a major depressive episode

#sorry i'm not posting please know i am fighting demons #and the demons are whatever the hell is behind my end table #legit me rn in my death note teeshirt w my hair back in the hello kitty gloves wincing reaching into a crevice pulling something out n goin #AAAAAAAAAAA #*chugs cider* #eEWEEWeEwweEWWEWWEW #*chucks it in the trash* #shivers #idk if i'm naseous bc i have the freakin stomach flu or because of whatever fumes i am breathing in from my biohazard room #sorry i keep it real on here #every instance of pep!stan or raven being nasty #is just me like literally every time i'm so sorry i wish i was jokin #i want to be kyle pile or jersey so bad #i am a nasty gross disgusting goblin girl from hell #anyways...back to the trenches holy fuck i hate my life #but yes if ur waiting for a response...i'm sorry #i am in nasty horrible room girl hell also i'm sick #to my stomach and of my shit smh

[asmo-cosmetics]

mammon??? mammon obey me???

#ignore this lmao #tldr i saw a bad take on tumblr dot com and i want to leave that person alone but i want to talk about why their take is bad #that mammon fucking mc in his car post. oh boy. #1. obviously mammon is not a dom we all know how i asmo-cosmetics feel about this #2. even if he was he would be the world's gentlest soft dom especially with mc #bc the whole point of mammon as a character is boy who is bad at expressing his feelings but holy shit does he love you #so casting him as this sexually aggressive daddy character is just gross #especially bc #3. it makes him the gross kind of car guy. fucking unforgivable #it just gives me the ick SO fucking bad #because like listen. i'm not a prude i could see something like that being hot. but it's MAMMON #the idea that mammon having sex at all but especially with mc would be able to focus on positively anything else #for more than seconds at a time #is BONKERS #like if it's a throwaway playful comment about how much he loves the car and you better be careful #fine okay that's cute #but him genuinely being so preoccupied with the car that it's affecting HOW he's having sex with you and putting care for the car - #- above care for his sub?? #gross. gross. my mammon would never #overall 0/10 post very rank straight woman vibes emanating from here #honestly might write ab mammon getting fucked silly in the car out of spite #AUUUGH. anguish #also it's 3am which might explain why i am so touchy about nothing rn #gn folks

[luvevee]

It's pretty annoying having to scan basically every artist for i/cest shit in any media that has siblings because most of them hide it on alt accounts/platforms/sly tags and that's a big reason why I'm too burnt out on reblogging art

#literally the word 'pr/ship' feels so dumb to me like it's just gross shit #it's why i fell hard out of submas since if that wasn't the case the 'neutral' artists supported it/stayed quiet #like holy shit I've found a good few artists here on twitter being into that nasty shit just by scrolling #like i shouldn't have to find out on another app on accident to see the person I'm supporting caters to that garbage #'we want to be left alone and ship what we want btw we're gonna violate everyone's boundaries because fuck the purists' #imagine thinking you're a victim because you make art of i/cest and make it your entire personality to consume that media- #and then purposely get into spaces where people are uncomfortable with it/getting joy out of that #'why not reblog stuff without doing it' cuz i don't want someone's shit on my page when they're actually a garbage person #i really don't understand 'lol the purists are upset' -> 'omg they're so mean to us' just because most people aren't on their side with it #literally an anon came into my partner's inbox taunting him about touching his stuff like a 6 year old #imagine preaching 'don't like don't look' but when normal people say 'don't touch my stuff' you reverse and cry 'it's not fair' #or saying how you're proud about the gross shit you make but you have alts to hide it/lie about it like 🤨 thought you were proud of it #it's just annoying when im looking for good trigun/submas/dmc/etc art and see the person who made it ships the twins #like cool #and it ends up becoming a long list and it becomes annoying to look for art to reblog #idk I'm bitching and it's something that's gross #rosebud posting 💐

[simptasia]

i’m all for people having their diff headcanons for characters but some people have such a visceral disgust for the concept of spock being attracted to women and it makes my bi nose wrinkle

#...not just a concept either. there are three main spocks and they've all expressed attraction to women #does that mean i'm against ppl hc-ing him as gay? fuck no. have fun! #but holy shit some of you guys are MEAN about it #plus i've been thru plenty of people being awful to ppl who ship him with women #(the way ppl used to treat spock/uhura shippers is deplorable. legit fucking bullying) #so it extra rubs me the wrong way because of that #anyways yeah i see spock as a bi. i think it suits his character in terms of themes too #im not gonna Force people to see things my way. i just don't like seeing people be dicks to each other for no reason #also haven't we as a fandom evolved past the ''ewww het is gross!'' phase yet. some of y'all taking me back to 2007 i swear

[missmitchieg]

But yeah, I love that Julie says things like "no, no, that's the last thing that they wanted" and "they wouldn't stand me up again, they must have run out of time" with such certainty, like she just knows the guys learned their lesson the first time around so in her mind, it only makes sense that the boys that the guys are gone.

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #alex molina #reggie molina #wow the guys must have really /really/ bad-mouthed Caleb when they told her about him huh? #wonder how much they just insulted him and insisted they like Julie better in between explaining the dea #*deal because like all Luke told her after visiting his parents was 'this ghost cursed us and we're dying so we gotta cross over' #and i feel like Julie would be like 'uh EXCUSE ME I NEED MORE DETAILS' #and Reggie and Alex would just relentlessly insult Caleb #'HA I got this. His name's Caleb Covington and he's a tacky bitch.' 'he's so RUDE too!' 'Manipulator.' 'Creepy.' 'I don't like his teeth.' #'I don't like the way he puts his hands on people.' 'Oh yeah. That made me feel gross.' 'His eyes are blindingly bright too. Like an alien. #'YES. ALIEN EYES.' 'And did you see the amount of gel in his hair? Ugh!' #ok i'm stopping there's a limit to how many tags are allowed on a post lol #but yeah I like that Julie (the important one here) didn't underestimate their love&loyalty to her for a second at the Orpheum #while Caleb just can't take a fucking HINT and just keeps fucking stalking and threatening them like HOLY SHIT DUDE MOVE ON YOU CREEP #this is why dark AUs work bc they're barely even AUs like Caleb's just Like That

[roseflowrrs]

i didn’t deserve to be treated like that by him. i didn’t deserve to be blamed for what he did. i didn’t deserve all the fucking pain he put me thru and all the constant beratings of how i was acting crazy and how he couldn’t handle it cause he didn’t want to be reminded of what a shitty person he is. i didnt deserve his back and forth games where he’d come in and then vanish for weeks. i didn’t deserve to be treated like a fucking option, a toy for him to dispose of when he got bored or i didn’t want to play along with his games. i didn’t deserve to be used and used and used. i didnt deserve it.

#sal vents #i’m so tired #i don’t deserve this #i’m so angry #and hurt #i hate that mf so much holy shit #i'm so fucking angry #i just wanted to be loved by you why did you treat me like that. #you used me #i feel gross

[pirates-and-posies]

If I start posting about how much I love my boyfriend just keep scrolling because at this point I'm about to launch like a fucking nuke and only talk about him

#He is my hyperfixation now tbh like fuck Hetaria™ I only care about this mf #Anyways I have some wips I could mayhaps share here if people ask nicely #All kinds of ships that I brainrot about really #Back to my bf for a second I'm trying so hard not to be one of those annoying bitches that flexes their s/os but holy shit my mans is CUTE #Like he just makes me so happy #I used to hate those couple tiktok weird things but all that cheesy shit is so real I catch myself saying things to him that are so gross #Like I am a Hallmark wife for him at this point (my food is seasoned tho) #He keeps saying he's the malewife but I need to take care of him forever #Here I go again #I just am really glad I found somebody who makes me happy LMAO it's been a rough few years #Anyways to the person this post is about if you see this no you don't I'm just cringe 😩😩💙 #personal

[curetapwater]

Why are people putting Madoka slander in the main precure tag. Can I just enjoy both in peace, holy shit.

#''pmmm claims that other girls are the problem'' I'm fucking sorry did we watch the same show lmao #the problem is obviously the incubators who take advantage of the girls and pit them agsinst each other for their own gain #granted i haven't seen magireco so idk how it treats its characters #but at least for the first series and rebellion i think calling it misogynistic shlock is a gross misreading #like holy shit #it's not a perfect show but neither is pretty cure oh my god

[girlscience]

i hate it when i get into a fantasy race because they visually look badass and then decide to look up lore and background for them and it's just: racist stereotype, racist stereotype, cultural appropriation, terrible colonization metaphor, racist stereotype, cultural appropriation, animalistic biology, "savage", racist stereotype

#anyway. physically wow trolls are definitely one of the most interesting fantasy species out there #and i knew it was gonna be bad just from looking at the way they are dressed #but holy shit it is god awful #this is some of the most heavy handed racism i've seen for a fantasy race in a while #my friend got me to do a month sub to wow so i could play with her and i made a troll #i do love him. his name is grypes #but i. honestly reading that stuff made me feel gross #after this month sub is up i'm gonna delete my account #i am not cool with this #i'll just draw trolls on my own. fuck blizzards worldbuilding

[adhd-blurrs]

i envy every stoner i know who smokes a bong, goes to poop, and takes another hit. why can't joints to that for me. why must i be bong-intolerant god seeks to strike me down from every angle possible

I look at god and tears are streaming down my face "i just want to sleep!"I cry "To eat and play and feel the sun warm my cheeks like your other children do. Do you hate me so much that you deny me even that? The simplest of joys?"

The silence of my apartment is answer enough.

Indifference.

#can you tell when I picked up the joint #general #nonsense #smoking tw #personal #this is tangentially related to my last post #I pretend like Im a really put-together person but in reality I'm actually a gross human with gross human habits that i cant stand sometime #but also i think thats because my mom told me to keep that bs to myself at all times no one can think you're Gross(tm) god forbid #holy fucking shit ive got so much mom trauma #and my black and white thinking is making more problems for me than usual #but maybe i'm just seeing it more it the past... recognizing it better??

[rottenaero]

Ao3

Part 1

Part 3

Part two to the roommates idea

Whenever the mall ‘burns down’, Eddie is just chilling at home; not doing anything special.

Actually, thats a complete lie. He hadn't seen Steve since he left for his shift the day before, and currently has his band+Wayne scattered in the living room as he paces.

“He may as well be dead, he always calls before staying the night somewhere, and he totally despises that place, so why would he stay after hours?” He comes to a halt infront of Jeff who looks considering. “What?!"

“Maybe, consider, he just forgot to call you." Eddie scoffed, “ ‘Maybe he just forgot’, except you don't know him, Jeff. Steve doesn't forget, tell ‘em Wayne."

Wayne nods from his spot on the lazyboy, “ ‘S true, he'd rather call at 2am than have us worrying.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, “Look Edmund, I get your worried about you boyfriend and all but why did we have to get dragged into this?" He complained, and Eddie began pacing again.

“ Not,my boyfriend, yet, and you’re getting-”

A ringing interrupts him.

The pacing stopped almost as soon as it began, and he darts to the phone. “ Y’hello, it's Eddie talking.” A sharp breath drew from the other end of the line.

“Hey Eds."

Eddie smiled, “Holy shit, Stevie. I thought you died. Wayne and the guys are literally gathered in the living room.” Upon hearing the name, Wayne visibly relaxed, going from hunched over to leaning backwards in seconds.

“Yeah I'm- Well shit not okay but I'm not dead.”In the background there was a noise, barely noticeable but-

“Wait, what? Are those sirens? Are you hurt? What the hell-” Wayne leaned forward again.

“I'm at the mall, there's been, uh, an accident? I don't- they took my keys, I need a ride back home.”

“Who took your keys? Steve you can't just be all ominous and-” The phone line shut off. "Fuck!”

Grant, who hasn't been helpful at all, stood up. "What did he do?”

Eddie groans, running a hand through his greasy hair, “Needs us to pick him up, might be hurt. He's such a- Wayne we're taking my van, you guys coming?”

Turns out the answer is yes.

-

They arrive at the mall five minutes later, mostly because Eddie was driving like a bat outta hell, to every emergency vehicle you can think of, plus thirty more, surrounding the place.

Eddie roles his window down when a cop signals him. “What are you doing over here?"

The metalhead bites his lip, what the hell, “Uh, I'm here to pick up Steve Harrington? He got involved in whatever's happening.”

The cops nods, "Alright, park your vehicle over there, and go get him.”

He does as he's told, a surprising feat showing just how scared he was, because Steve being hurt could mean so many things.

They get out the car, Wayne being the leading man, and head to where the commotion is.

The mall was totally destroyed, a couple kids he didn't know were sitting around, surrounded by their parents, there's a couple teens too, Nancy Wheeler, Johnny Byers, a girl in a sailor costume, and-

Eddie’s heart stopped and he fucking sped forward. “ Holy shit, what the fuck man." Steve looked like hell, understatement of the century but-

His face was bruised and bloody, his hands wrapped in casts, his hair was flat and gross and he was still in his damn sailor costume.

“Hey Munsons, Gareth, Jeff, Grant. It's the whole Scooby gang, or Smurfs, whoever you prefer.” Eddie grabbed his shoulders, and stared him dead in the eye. “ What. The. Fuck. Are you high too?!”

“Just what the hell did you get yourself into. " Wayne said more than asked, shaking his head.

Steve buzzed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he brought a hand to them and-

God they were split, and bleeding now. He looked back up at the long haired man infront of him, ignoring Wayne's question-not-question.

“Nah, just recovering from being drugged. Hey this is rivveting conversation and shit, but like, I wanna go home and sleep in your bed, man. Or the couch, or the floor.”

He let out a loud laugh, “Fuck I am not picky right now, I'll even take the back of the van.”

“Christ."

-

They don't talk about it, not after Hellfire goes home, not the next morning, not after Steve heals. They just don't, because the news told them all they need to know, that there was a fire. Eddie just assumed when they said he was drugged, that he meant medically.

(He didn't)

#stranger Things #steddie ficlet #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #crisisinverted17 #crisisinverted17's roommate au

[transvampireboyfriend]

no amount of horniness for C*dy F*rn could justify the quality of that episode

#holy fucking shit that was bad #like BAD bad #i will defend almost ANYTHING #but this was horrendous #i did watch it on a screen with terrible color so maybe that contributed??? #I'm so pissed bc it was not a bad idea #but like if you're gonna go gross get people who are comfortable with gross ya know?? #EVERYONE seemed so uncomfortable including the dialogue #like that poor cow has to add that to her resume now omg #censoring his name bc I don't wanna fight anyone for a dumb comment #. #- #microblogging

[luveline]

Omg jade hii <3 I know it's not shy friday yet but can I request maybe eddie with a shy best friend who's secretly in love with him? 👉👈 up to you wether he notices or is oblivious. I love your fics sm thank u any way❤️

omg hii thank u for ur request, I guess it is shy friday now!! i hope u enjoy! fem!reader, 1k

Eddie grabs your hand as soon as he gets close enough, his delight to see you completely unshielded. "Holy shit!" he says, forgetting your hand to throw his arms over your shoulders. "I missed you so fucking much, never ever go on vacation again." 

"Eddie," you murmur reproachfully, though your arms have a mind of their own, wrapping around his back. 

"You're not allowed to leave me. I hate everybody who isn't you the longer you're gone, it makes me a bad person." 

Eddie steps back but keeps your shoulders in his hands. His eyes are soft and brown, but his excitement to see you has his pupils like pinpricks. His cheeks are quickly chapped in the cold wind blowing in through the doorway. 

"I bet it was warmer there, we're knee deep in winter now," he says. "You look like you had a good time." 

"It was good," you agree, sliding the bag of presents from your elbow to your wrist, assuming he'll want to see them most. 

He begged for gifts, in person before you went and down the phone while you were gone, landline calls he insisted on. I worry about you, I wanna make sure you're okay when I’m not there.

You got him everything you could afford, a magnet, a bottle opener, a key chain, a teddy bear with a flag around his neck. Basically a bag load of candy on top. 

"I really missed you, sweetheart," he says. "Not to be sincere or anything, but I fucking love you. Next time you go away I'm gonna have to come with you." 

You laugh nervously. "I love you too," you say, averting your gaze to his collar, black double stitching against his neck. 

"Are you hungry?" he asks. 

"No," you lie. You hate being an imposition on him, even knowing that Eddie will tell anyone willing to listen that you're his best friend. 

"Seriously? You were on a plane for hours, and you came straight to see me, let me buy you pizza or something, yeah?" 

You lick your lips and nod. Eddie lifts your face to his, and it genuinely feels like a heart attack, that sudden realisation he could kiss you if he wanted to, the proximity of his face to yours. Instantly, you're wondering if your breath is okay, if you have eye crusties, if you smell good. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.

"I'm alright, I'm just tired," you say. 

"You don't look tired, you look cagey. Sorry, I forget that you get all shy again when we don't see each other." He talks brazenly but not without sympathy, patting your shoulder. "Come on, let's get something to eat."

"Can we order something? I'm sick of being in motion."

Eddie throws his car keys like a longshot into the bowl on the sideboard by his front door. "Yes. Absolutely. I'm sick of moving too, and this is the first time I've stood up today." 

"Gross."

"I brushed my teeth before you came over," he says, bearing them garishly as proof. He talks through gritted teeth, "Pearly white, no?" 

"Looking good." 

He beams. Eddie wraps a hand around your wrist like the touch means nothing and tugs you along to the living room. He pushes you down into the seat you always take, tosses your usual blanket at you, and whizzes off to the kitchen for coke and popcorn. He has the sweet stuff in a bucket that he eats a handful at a time, the lid sealed. 

"New one?" you ask. 

"Waiting for my best girl to get home," he says easily, collapsing down into the seat next to you, dropping the remote on your chest. "Shit, I missed this." 

"You didn't watch TV while I was gone?" you ask, confused. 

"I watched TV, it just wasn't good without you in my ear judging people." 

"I don't judge people… much." 

"Everybody judges people. I love when you judge people 'cos you say what I'm thinking." Eddie drops his head into your shoulder, his curls brushing your cheek. "I missed you so much." 

"You said that," you say quietly, a little breathless. 

Eddie looks up at you, something playful about him as he says, "I know. It's fucking true as all hell, too. What do you want from Marino's? I'll get you two if you promise not to go away again." 

"What am I gonna do with two pizzas?" you ask, the warmth of him seeping down into your shirt. 

Eddie digs a nail into the popcorn lid, face turned to you but gaze on the bucket. "Uh, eat them. Eat one tonight, take one with you tomorrow for breakfast." 

"I don't want two pizzas, just one is good. I'm gonna eat all your popcorn anyway, I won't have room." 

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, eyes flying to your face. "You think so, huh?" 

Your heart in your mouth, a shudder coursing down your chest, you have a moment where you think for sure he knows, he's found out, and he doesn't care —he looks like he wants you to confess. 

What a fantastically dangerous idea. You avert your gaze and thrust your bag of gifts and candy into his arms. "You'll be too full for popcorn after those." 

You can feel his gaze on your cheek for a little while longer, but eventually he moves from your shoulders, laughing quietly as he digs through his new things. 

"You're so awesome," he says, pulling out the keychain you got him. It's an electric guitar with an enamel body the same colours as the flag. "I'm putting this on my keys right now." 

Eddie kisses your cheek. "Thank you," he adds.

He stands and rounds the couch to go get his keys. You feel your cheek with a trembling hand. Eddie kisses you, he hugs you, he has a thousand affections and all of them set you aflame. Sighing, you let your cheek drop into your hand. It's hopeless. 

He watches from the doorway as you sigh. His smile can't be described any other way —he's infatuated. The sooner you realise, the better, but for now he's really enjoying the run up. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

#roleplay starters #rp starters #rp meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #violent prompts #blood // #horror prompts #violence // #cannibalism // #kind of? just in case

[myballsyourballs]

Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya with recovery girls grandson? They get injured and we kiss them to make em feel better. (:

a healthy recovery!

bakugo, todoroki and midoriya (seperate) x m! reader

genre: fluffy drabbles

notes: i enjoyed writing this! thanks for the req

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bakugo !

"Bakugo, seriously. Just let me--"

"Fuck off! I'm not letting your gross lips kiss me!" Bakugo is blushing furiously, limping around with a surprising amount of speed given his sprained ankle.

"Stop acting like such a child!"

"FUCK YOU!"

You quickly dart around the bed he's hiding behind, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and smashing your lips against his cheek. You activate your quirk quickly, and then pull back just as fast. "See, that wasn't so bad!"

Bakugo doesn't answer. In fact, he looks like he didn't even register your words. His face is completely red, but his features are contorted into the most furious scowl you've seen on him yet.

"Woah, okay... look, I'm just doing my job, okay? Please don't--"

"Bye."

Bakugo stomps off on his now healed ankle, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Once the door is slammed behind him, you swear you hear him mutter a "holy fucking shit holy shit oh my god holy shit"

...Nah, you're probably imagining things.

todoroki !

"You... have to kiss me?" Todoroki frowns at the burn on his arm.

"Yes. As I said, I'm Recovery Girl's grandson."

"She... has a grandson?"

"...Yes," you furrow your brows, watching as Todoroki stares at you with a perplexed yet intrigued expression. "Please just let me kiss you now."

He nods, and leans in with his eyes closed and lips puckered. Aiming for your lips.

"Woah, now!" quickly, you place a hand on his mouth. He opens his eyes, startled. "Take me out to dinner first. I meant on your cheek. Or your hand, or something."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

You feel kinda bad. The poor guy averts his eyes completely, the tips of his ears red and his head lowered. He raises his hand towards you, and you quickly grasp it and kiss him on the back of his hand.

Mesmerised, Todoroki watches as his burn slowly recedes until his skin is smooth and free of blemishes. "...Thank you."

"Not a problem!"

Silence, for a moment. You wonder why he hasn't left yet.

"Can I take you out to dinner?"

midoriya !

"Is your quirk an exact replica of Recovery Girl's?"

"Mine doesn't make you as tired."

"Really? How does that work? Does it use your stamina instead of the stamina of person you're healing? Or does it drain something else from someone? Let's say, their thirst? Maybe hunger? What about--"

"Midoriya," you sigh. He stops muttering. "I'm here to heal you. I'm happy to answer your questions, but you are getting blood all over the floor."

He looks down.

There's... a bit of a puddle. Not a big one, but still... a puddle.

"Give me your hand," you murmur, holding out your own hand. He obliges, blushing heavily when you gently grasp his. Bringing it up to your mouth, you kiss Midoriya's hand softly -- the large cut on his arm fading into pale, freckled skin.

"Perfect," you drop his hand. "Are you feeling better?"

He nods enthusiastically, inspecting his arm with interest. Midoriya watches intently as you walk over to the cupboards and grab a towel to mop up the mess on the floor. He stays silent for a minute or two, just watching quietly. Once you finish, he speaks once more.

"...Can I ask you questions now?"

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Trailer park Steve AU part 32

part 1 | part 31 | ao3

cw: explicit sexual content, smoking

"Holy shit," Steve gasps as he shudders through aftershocks. Holy shit. Holy shit. He's never coming alone again; wonders if he could get away with asking Eddie to record some sort of audio for future use, because- because fuck.

Eddie's incredible. Made him tease himself for what felt like hours — featherlight caresses over his stomach, his hips, his thighs — and when he finally let him come, Steve nearly fucking died. Supernovas in his vision, trumpeting angels in his ears. Alpha and Omega; the beginning and the end type of shit. His heart went all off rhythm, and his entire body shook, and that melted honey feeling crystalized inside his chest; a sugar cube embedded in the center of his heart.

"Holy shit," Eddie echoes on the tail of a breathless laugh. He looks just as fucked out as Steve feels, flushed and fucking gorgeous, and Steve hears him shuffling around behind him; tucking himself back into his shorts, taking off his ruined shirt. He wipes his sticky hands on the fabric then moves to clean Steve up, using his t-shirt as a rag; dragging it over Steve's stomach, his pubes.

Steve giggles. "That tickles!"

"You're welcome," Eddie grins. He tosses the shirt onto the floor, and Steve moves to take his off.

"Here," he offers, "take mine." The thing's rucked up under his armpits, probably a little gross from sweat, but he doesn't want Eddie to be cold, and he especially doesn't want him to get up to find a new one. Feels like he might evaporate if Eddie leaves right now.

Eddie pushes him back down gently, and when he looks at him, it feels... reverent.

Like adoration.

Sugar cubes.

"Nah, Stevie." He bends to kiss his forehead with a wet, playful smack. "You keep it."

Steve settles back between his thighs and peppers kisses over the tattoos he can reach, stopping at one he asked about earlier. The fluffy cloud, the sleeping fox. "Will you tell me about these now?" Another kiss. "If you want."

Eddie sighs and sits up straighter; lights himself a cigarette. He pokes at each tattoo in turn, the skin dimpling under his touch, and says, "Fox, and Skye. My half-siblings."

"You have siblings?"

"Sure do. Four and seven last time I saw ’em. And yes,” he adds with a smirk in his voice, “my mom was a dirty hippie, in case their names didn’t make that abundantly clear.”

Steve laughs under his breath. "I see why you didn't want to talk about that before."

He traces the outline of the art; thinks about all the other stuff he doesn't know about Eddie, about his life outside of school, outside of Hawkins. Startles himself a little with how badly he wants to learn.

“Son of a bitch…” Eddie whispers. He sounds like he’s talking to himself, and when Steve glances up at him, his gaze has drifted to the middle distance, staring somewhere past the mirror and the guitar hung on the wall.

“What is it?” Steve asks. A dark smudge of anxiety cuts through the afterglow. It's probably nothing, but three years of fighting monsters has set him permanently on edge.

“Nothing," Eddie assures, blinking fast to snap himself out of it. "Sorry. I'm just— just realizing they’re both way older now." He licks his upper lip; clucks his tongue. "Jesus. I haven’t seen them since ’79.”

Oh. “How come?” He probably shouldn’t ask. Feels intrusive and rude.

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. “Oh, you know,” he answers, and his tone is flippant, swooping melody, but Steve can hear the vulnerable quiver lurking just below. The slightest tremor; a flicked bass string. “Pretty classic tale. Mom remarried, I was the moody teenage step-son getting in the way of the guy’s fresh start. Also,” he sucks in another puff of smoke, croaking on the exhale, “turns out hippies can be homophobes, too, so...”

“Wait, seriously?” Steve twists to sit upright, to spring into action, as if he’s about to— what, exactly? Fight the past on Eddie’s behalf? (He’d do it, for the record, but he’s pretty sure it’s not an option. Not unless one of El’s siblings knows how.) "Eddie, that sucks; I'm so sorry."

“Down, boy,” Eddie snorts, voice gone husky from the smoke. "It's fine; it's old news."

He clearly doesn't care to wallow when he just got his rocks off, so Steve eases himself back down; borrows the cigarette. When he hands it back he jokes, "Should I be worried that it’s, like, kinda hot when you talk to me like I'm a dog?”

Eddie hollers out a laugh, his head knocking against the wall, all those wild curls bouncing around his shaking shoulders. "Jesus Christ. You're fucking dangerous," he beams.

Steve smiles back; pokes the comic bubble on Eddie's knee. "You like danger."

"Little shit.” He rolls his eyes and smiles, softer now, biting it back. The cassette reaches its end. A peaceful hush falls over the room. "Yeah. I guess I do."

—

Later, when the moon is high and the weed's all gone and sleep tugs at their eyelids like a needy kid; when they're curled on their sides face-to-face on the bed, Eddie reaches across the gap between them and says, "Stay?"

Steve takes his hand; brushes his lips over bare knuckles. "Kiss me?"

"In the morning," Eddie promises. "If you still mean it, ask me then."

—

part 33

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