#also: obviously this situation is more than just ‘oh no this band I like is problematic

[anxiety-and-fandoms]

Hey, I was never really on the lovejoy side of tumblr, but regarding the current situation I’m imagining a lot of you are bummed about a singer you enjoy being a horrible person? So I’m here to hook you up with a new guy I think you’ll like: Ricky Jamaraz!

he makes similar music to what Wilbur/lovejoy did/does (I think, at least- like I said, I was never that active of a listener), however it’d say it’s a bit more… lifted up? Not necessarily always happier or lighthearted (some of his songs ABSOLUTELY ripped my heart out, and others make me wanna dance around my room with glee) but. a different flavor of angst I guess.

anyways. I’d suggest starting with Worst Album Ever and then going to You Me Us Them or Dw, I’m All Good! if you want something a bit more relationship-y (not necessarily romance, just. relationships.) and then Honestly? if you want to explode 👍

#for all I know he could already be a common adjacent artist idk. like I said I don’t go here. #wilbur soot #wilbur situation #implied abuse #lovejoy #also: obviously this situation is more than just ‘oh no this band I like is problematic #time to replace it!” And that’s not what I’m trying to say at all #but. I do know that his music meant a lot to people so. hopefully this helps a little.

[upsidedownmvnson]

midnight ideas | eddie munson smut

warnings: sex, unprotected, oral (f receiving), friends to lovers, minimal plot

AN: im so down bad, but its my birthday so happy day to us all

It was midnight when you knocked on the trailer door, but you knew Wayne wasn't home, and you'd never felt bad about waking Eddie up before. He probably wasn't even sleeping. Lights flicked on and off in the windows before Eddie swung the door open, clad only in sweatpants and leaning on the door, looking a little too hot for a best friends' comfort.

But that didn't matter.

You were here to be a freak.

Here to ask something weird from your best friend, that probably crossed a line or two.

"I need a favour," you asked before any greetings were exchange. You'd biked from your house, which was far enough that you thought you looked a bit like a mess, but from Eddie's perspective you were hot as fuck. Your clothes were all unaligned, and your hair was a mess, like you knew he fantasized about threading his hair through it. "I need you to leave hickeys on my chest."

Eddie looked at you, as if waiting for you to say more. "Okay, well come in. But I'm gunna need a little more context."

"You know that guy I was seeing who just stopped calling and stopped coming by, well he's moved on already, it's been like a minute..."

"A month."

"A minute." You waved Eddie off, sitting on his couch casually like you weren't just asking your best friend to put his mouth all over you. "And I didn't even really like him but then he was like 'sure you do' when I said I have a date tonight." You scoffed and crossed your arms, rolling your eyes at the audacity of the man you had lied to.

"Did you have a date tonight?"

"Not the point."

Eddie laughed. "And you need, what? Proof?"

"Something like that."

Out of nowhere you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing yourself to him. You still had a bra on, purple and flattering, but Eddie was stunned into silence. He tried to speak, but all the words got caught in his throat, leaving him to just stare wide eyed at the presentation before him.

"Anyway, I don't want them on my neck because I don't need to broadcast this to everyone but..." you looked at Eddie who was staring at your boobs, not moving a muscle. Both of his hands placed neatly on his lap. "Oh c'mon, don't be a baby."

"I-I'm not, I just..." Eddie's eyes flashed up to your face, meeting you where you were looking at him. "You're beautiful."

You smiled. "Thanks Eds."

When he didn't move again, you swatted his hands off his lap, and you spun around to sit on his lap facing him. Your hands were on his shoulders, holding yourself steady on him. Eddie's voice was lost again, and his hands hovered in the air behind you, unsure of where to touch. Beneath you, Eddie was already rock hard, his wildest fantasies were literally falling right into his lap, but you didn't feel it yet.

"Obviously you don't have to," you said, back arching slightly into him, your bodies kept apart by only your bra. Everywhere skin connected to Eddie made your skin burn. He was warmth. He was comfort and warmth and home, and you were waiting for him to sink his teeth into you.

The threat of losing this closeness to you made him put his hands on your hips, the roughness of his skin was delicious against the softness of yours. Even touching you made his cock twitch in his sweatpants, but he was hidden behind the band.

"Just give me a second to process this baby," he said, he'd never called you that before and it made you clench, but it also made your heart flutter.

The tension of waiting for him made a knot in your abdomen build, and you felt yourself getting wet over the situation you'd put yourself in. You'd never thought about, but looking at Eddie like this, and thinking about him like this, was really making you horny. If he tried, you'd probably let him do more than kiss you.

Eddie's thumbs ran soothingly across your rib cages, looking up at you, his beautiful eyes looking at you like this made things feel different. You weren't thinking about some loser who didn't call you, you were thinking about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was taking over your senses. And then he did it. He reached forward and kissed a small section of your collarbone, before gently bringing it into his mouth, sucking a sinful little kiss into this skin.

Eddie hands trailed up your back slowly, shivers replaced his heat on your body. His lips were still attached to you, sucking slowly and sweetly on your collarbone. His hands around you kept you close, preventing you from shying away, but you wanted to be close anyway. You want him to keep kissing you like this. You wanted him to kiss you everywhere.

You moved your hands to his hair, practically coddling him and keeping him close to you, tugging at fistfulls everytime he switched to a new location to kiss. You shimmied in his lap, making him bite you lightly, and grip you tighter in his hands. It may have been a warning, but you ignored it and moved again, this time moaning quietly.

"If you don't stop that you're gunna start something you can't finish," he mumbled, hands moved again, gripping your hips just tight enough to hold you still.

"You know what would really piss that guy off?" you mumbled, and Eddie flinched at the words. He didn't really want to be thinking of the other man on your mind right now. "Was if he thought you and I really did it."

"How so?" Eddie replied, but reattached himself to the soft felsh peaking out of your bra. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

"I don't know," you mused, but you did. "Maybe I can wear that short little skirt to school, and maybe you can leave hickeys... I don't know, on my thigh?"

Eddie froze.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking up at you.

Your judgement was so clouded with lust for your best friend, it was pathetic.

"Please," you begged, pouting in a way you knew would make him fold.

But you didn't really need to, Eddie nodded softly and quickly, swallowing his nerves. you got off him, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your legs. Eddie kept staring, he discovered your lack of panties without warning, and couldn't look away from the prettiest sight he'd ever scene. You unclipped your bra saying, "Guess we might as well take this off too."

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand and gesturing you back over by curling his two middle fingers towards himself. "On the couch."

You laid down, head on the armrest, suddenly a little shy at the prospect of having Eddie kissing you between the legs.

You mean... on the legs...

Eddie was on his knees, in-between your spread legs, leaning on the back of the couch so he could lean over you a little bit. One of your legs was draped over his, and he ran his hand up it, staring at the beautiful sight until it burned into a memory he won't forget.

"Are you really sure?" he asked, "this is intimate."

"You don't have to," you said, embarassed.

"Oh, I want to." His hand stopped trailing on your hip. "But I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me later."

His voice was laced with hints of vulnerability, you could hear it. You could see the way his head hung a little lower when he said that. You leaned up, placing your lips on his for a very soft, tender kiss.

"Eddie, I always feel the most comfortable when I'm with you."

And he couldn't even process the compliment. He kissed you again, casual, as if this wasn't his first and second kiss with his best friend that he's been crushing on forever.

He scooched his knees back so he could lay down a little, lowering his head to fall between your legs. He put a hand under your knee, lifting your leg ever so gently towards his mouth, looking at you like he expected you to pull away. But you said nothing.

He kissed the soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, above your knee. You watched him, the sight of him so close to your heat was unforgettable.

Eddie sucked a little spot, the purple mark left was small and shallow. He wasn't leaving them to be seen anybody else, and you could tell. But it felt so good and you didn't care, you kinda, didn't want to share. Eddie kissed a little higher, and did the same thing. And then moved... one kiss higher. And right when you were about to ask him to kiss you, really kiss you, he switched sides, repeating them same, slow, tantalizing kisses.

Meanwhile, Eddie was going fucking insane. Your leg was in his fucking mouth. Things would never be platonic again. He had to pretend he couldn't smell how aroused, and wet you were. Had to pretend he wasn't trying to rub his dick on the couch cushions just to get an iota of relief. It was his big performance.

"Eddie..." you said, and when he looked up at your big pleading eyes, the lust coming off you in waves, he knew.

This time, he didn't stop going higher, he trailed kissed all the way up your thigh, bit your hip unexpectedly to make you gasp, and then dove into your pussy, kissing where your pussy met your mound. Eddie was kissing you like this and looking up at you with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. You moaned, the anticipation alone making you writhe.

He licked up and down your folds, letting himself taste and explore every inch. You were so wet.

He snuck his hand under his chin, teasing your hole with one proding digit. It slipped in, your walls wet, and warm, and tight, and the sensation around his finger nearly made him blow his load.

His tongue slid perfectly over your clit and you jerked, moaning sharply and bucking your hips into his face, the pleasure of it sending sparks down your thighs. He repeated the same move, using one hand to spread your lips open and take note of where he was touching. He was memorizing you. Memorizing each and every move that made you moan. He wanted to make you cum so bad. Wanted you to cum for him.

"Feels so good, Eddie."

Groaning at the sound of his name, he slipped in another finger, making you moan again. The slight stretching of learning someone knew was always your least favourite part, but turns out, you just needed Eddie. He made you feel good because he wanted to, he was happy to have his head between your legs, eating you out like he was starving, and with no promise of sex.

But you were pretty sure you were going to fuck him. If he wanted you, he could take you.

He sucked your clit again, and your walls tightened. He curled one of the fingers inside you gently, experimenting, and when you gasped, he continued on that spot, hitting it again and again and again while you got impossibly tight around his fingers, moaning and writhing like a fucking pornstar. He was so in love.

"I want to cum," you moaned, "can I? Please?"

You were asking him to cum. Eddie was dizzy. All the sensations, being squeezed, smelling you, tasting you, the delicious pain of you gripping his hair like you were going to fall... it was all too much. Too sweet. Too hot. Eddie bucked his own hips into the couch, desperate to be touched.

He pulled away just enough to growl, "you better cum on my face," and then dive back into his clitoral assault, kissing and licking it like it was the answer to his prayers.

Which really, it was.

And you came, loudly, moaning loud enough for the whole damn park to know what Eddie just did to you. Through every wave of pleaser, you and Eddie had your eyes locked on each other. This was what you really wanted. You didn't care about some prick, you cared about Eddie. It's always been Eddie.

You kept moaning as Eddie continued to massage and suck you through your orgasm, stopping only when you tried tugging him up to you. He held himself above you, letting you pull his face down to kiss him. All tongue and teeth, more desperate than anything. Eddie could love you after he fucked you. The way you looked at him, blissed out and still squirming your hips, he knew it wasn't over.

He thanked god it wasn't over yet.

"Go to my room," he said, kissing you again, taste of your sweet still on his lips. And evidence of your orgasm remained unwiped, glistening on the skin all around his mouth. You did what he said obediently, almost running to the room with him on your tail.

You started crawling onto the bed, putting your knees on the edge, but before you could climb on, a large hand pushed you into between your shoulder blades, making you land doggy style and exposing your ass and pussy to Eddie. He had taken his pants off, but really couldn't wait one more second. The bed dipped behind you, and you felt him pushing the tip of his cock against your unsuspecting cunt. You gasped, waiting patiently for him to do. The suspense of his dick slowly trailing up your folds without penetrating you was going to drive you crazy.

"Can I do it, baby?" he asked, running the tip up and down your sopping wet folds. He felt how tight you were against two fingers, he was going to be fighting not to finish fast, he knew that. "Please, beautiful, let me do it."

His dick hit the divet of your hole, and he groaned, stopping himself to wait for your answer.

"Eddie," you moaned, the feeling of him pressed against your core wasn't enough. You looked over your shoulder, glassy eyes begging for more relief. He could've blown at the sight of your cock-drunk eyes. And he hadn't even fucked you yet. "Please, fuck me."

Not wasting another second he pushed himself in, fighting playfully against the tightness of your walls. You moaned, shocked at how thick he was, but loving every second. You welcomed him in, pussy so tight and wet and fucking warm that he had to take a few deep breaths before he could fully push himself in.

He pulled entirely out, to slowly push entirely in a few times, taking his time to stretch you before doing anything harder. He said another prayer right then, a prayer that this wasn't the only time. He needed you, and you needed him. And you were already a moaning mess in his arms.

Once you were comfortable, he started really thrusting, keeping the pace steady. He had to close his eyes and take deep breaths again. Just looking at you while he hit it from behind? Too much.

Eddie slapped your ass once. And then finally looked down to see what it looks like. He loved watching your ass jiggle as he fucked you, your cheeks slamming against his abdomen.

"M-Maybe he'll see how-"

"Enough!" Eddie couldn't hear you bring up that fucking idiot one more time. "I'm gunna fuck that guy right out of your mind," Eddie grabbed one of your arms making your chest fall into the bed. He grabbed the other and held them both captive in one of his hands, and used his other hands to slap you on the ass, hard. He did it three more times, your moaning egging him on. But when you started moaning his name, repeating it over and over, he knew he had to get you there. He wouldn't last much longer, not with you intentionally squeezing your walls around him. He spanked you twice more more rough than the rest, followed by a smaller gentler tap. A small, good girl, without words.

Eddie squeezed your reddened ass cheek, as he hammered into you, but released to use his hand to grip a fistful of your hair, pushing you down deeper into the mattress. Your ass was up in the air, while Eddie fucked your pussy relentlessly. He was so deep, hitting parts of you that no one had ever touched. You wanted to praise him. You wanted to thank him for fucking you so good, and tell him how good you felt. You wanted to shower him with praises for fucking you better than anyone ever had, but the only thing that came out was a string of moan and unintelligible syllables of unfinished words.

But you didn't need to say it anyway, Eddie knew.

He could tell by the way your cunt squeezed him greedily, or everytime you caught his eye over your shoulder, glossy and pleasured, how he'd like to see you more often.

It was starting to ache how deeply he pounded you, when he suddenly let go of your hair so he could wrap an arm under you, and get his fingers on your clit. His body was pushed against yours even more, his dick staying deeper and repeatedly hitting a spot that was making you stupid. Eddie saw drool puddling at the corner of your mouth at the mattress, and your pussy dripped down both of your legs. He licked his lips at the sight. You unable to speak, drooling, moaning, and letting him have his fucking way with you.

"You're gunna cum," he said, a fact not a question. "All over this cock, fuck baby, you're so hot," Eddie was trying to keep it together but failing. He'd wanted this forever, and now that he had it, he wasn't going to last. "Are you gunna cum, baby?"

You nodded in his grip, but he held your hair tighter. He wanted to hear you. A strangled, "please," was what you managed.

"Good fucking girl, oh my god," Eddie praised, his fingers on your clit were softer in contrast to the deep pounding. The circles the rubbed over it were sensual, and hot, and going to make you explode. "Cum on my cock babe, do it." Eddie let go of your arms, and immediately they fell beside you, hands grabbing at the sheets pathetically. He grabbed one, and brought your own hand to your own clit. "And when you do," Eddie picked his pace up, gripping your hips in both hands now. "you're fucking mine."

It shouldn't have made you orgasm harder than you ever have in your life, but it did. The concept of Eddie owning your pussy all the time made you come all over him like he wanted, squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't help but bury it as deep as possible and coat your walls, holding your hips unwaveringly tight and pushing himself into you impossibly far to coax himself through his climax.

"Oh my fucking god," he mumbled, eyes closed and cock still buried deep inside you, twitching with sensitivity.

When he pulled out, you both moaned. You flipped over slowly, sitting upright on the bed.

"Eddie," you whispered, suddenly overthinking everything you just did. You couldn't lose Eddie, he was too important.

But he knew you. So he sat beside you, cooing and patting your hair. He kissed you on the cheek.

"Hey, listen," he said, scooping up a hand to hold and looking you in the eyes. His eyes were glassy from cumming so hard in you, but also filled with adoration and love. His gooey eyes could calm you from any state. Eddie encouraged you to stand, walking with you to the bathroom, hands locked tightly together. "I say we take a shower, make a snack, throw a movie on, and fall asleep. Hmm? How's that sound, petal?"

"Petal?"

"Pretty right?" He said, turning the shower on. "I figured I want something pretty, but not overdone. Babe is classic, but overdone."

"To call me?"

"To call my girlfriend," he said, you blushed but said nothing. He smiled. "Look, if you really came over here just to make some douche jealous that's fine, but... if you want me to love you, well, you already have that."

"I love you too, Eddie."

"Sorry it wasn't like, nicer." Eddie smiled at you, content to just be here with you. "For our first time, I mean."

You laughed, "no, it was perfect."

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[kivino]

Platonic!Task Force 141 x Eastern European!Reader

Word Counter – ~1.9k

Summary – a compilation of headcanons about how reader’s Eastern European background would affect interactions with Task Force 141 during an undercover mission together.

Tags/Warnings – Gn!reader, Eastern European!reader (obviously), Platonic!TF141, fluff, mostly.

A/n – RUSSIANS DNI (this is a personal boundary, so I ask you to respect it, if you don’t like it just scroll past this post). Very self-indulgent. Just showing more love to my fellow Eastern European readers. Since it is mostly based on my own experience growing up as a Ukrainian, I’m sorry if certain things don’t resonate with you! This whole thing was made for fun and fun only.

So, let’s assume our beloved Task Force needs to go undercover to get some information on Makarov and his merry band of goons. Obviously, they can’t do it without at least one team member, who is familiar with the way of living in Eastern Europe. So, naturally, Laswell introduces you to them – born and raised there, ready to help them and stop your sworn enemy from escalating an already pretty shitty situation.

“So, allow me to introduce your new team member for the duration of this mission” Laswell nods to the door when you walk in, saying your name and callsign, already catching some looks full of curiosity from Task Force 141.

First thing they noticed about you? Resting bitch face for days. Who needs a mask when you have a death stare that will give the heebie-jeebies to most if not all of your teammates? However, they feel even more taken aback when you suddenly greet them with a warm, welcoming smile and a firm handshake, not a trace of that sour expression on your face.

One would think that you’d spend hours preparing four of them for the mission by teaching them language, helping to memorize names and faces of contacts, Makarov’s trusted allies, and potential targets. Naturally, you did your job, but those precious hours were also spent with you standing next to a whiteboard, ranting about the politics and societal issues of your country, explaining certain national jokes, and teaching them swear words or poetry you studied at school. But hey, they’re not complaining (maybe a little).  

They were skeptical about this whole deal at first. However, there was a shared understanding between the four of them that they needed to do whatever it took to stop the spreading of Makarov’s influence and diminish his resources in other countries. With time, however, they’ve found things that made their life in a completely new environment a bit more enjoyable and interesting.

Soap would pick up on your native language the fastest out of the Task Force. Under all these jokes and goofiness Johnny’s a smart guy, inquisitive as hell too, which makes a pretty good mix. He’d try to write down how you pronounce things in his sketchbook, dedicating pages upon pages to making a small vocabulary of what you say, searching up the translations of words any chance he gets. Convinces himself that it just helps him to get more into his new way of life, and not at all because he likes seeing you all excited when he slips a word in your language somewhere in the conversation.

“So how do you say it?” he points to the sentence, messily scribbled on the page with the ballpoint pen he slipped from Gaz. There is a slight frown between your brows – the word looks unfamiliar, more like gibberish than something in your language. You can practically feel the gears in your head screech and come to a halt as you drill Soap’s handwriting with your eyes.

“Oh, wait. You made a mistake here. No wonder I have no idea what this is.” You quickly take the pen and scratch the right version of the word on the paper, while Johnny chuckles at your brutal honesty. He doesn’t say anything though. Some time passes and you’re already correcting other words he wrote down, explaining the right way to say them. And you can feel a pleasant warmth spread in your chest when you can see Soap’s utmost attention directed at you.

Johnny can’t help but feel that moments like these were somewhat of a way to bond for you two. He’d jokingly offer to give you some Scottish classes each time you playfully flick him on the forehead for a word he pronounced wrong. He never expected you to take him up on the offer until the five of you got stuck in a countryside safehouse and essentially had nothing to do while waiting.

On the topic of Eastern European countryside, Price is not an old man by any measure, man’s not even forty yet, but it would grow so massively on him that it’s concerning. When you finally got a good, reliable contact that gave you some useful information you had to lay low for some time in a safe house not far from one of many Makarov’s places where the next weapon deal would be held. And while you waited several days for his people to show up there, obviously almost all of you were bored out of your minds. Not Price though. The man went exploring. Of course, taking you with him (he only wanted company on his small journey through the cozy countryside, don’t blame him).

Soon enough, during your walk you two come across the abundance of berry bushes and fruit trees everywhere, and while you pick something to munch on from them constantly, Price only scolds you. You smirk in response, giving him a handful of ripe mulberries, your lips and fingers now a dark red color from the juice.  

“It’s going to rot if nobody eats it. People who plant these trees would rather someone enjoy them instead of fruits just falling on the ground, getting squished, and going to waste.” And Price takes note of that with a small smile. Soon enough the two of you find a spring the whole village uses, a willow standing tall beside it, providing shade for you two to rest, chat a bit, and cool yourself off with fresh water. The fact that there are not many people around also doesn’t miss him. It’s quiet and peaceful, Price finally feels like he has room to breathe with his whole chest.

“You know, I could get used to a life like this.” Price finally mutters, enjoying your simple, comforting presence, walking along the river shore, and hearing the distant sounds of a train passing through the village. You look at him with understanding in your eyes, as you see the tension in his shoulders finally slipping away. Your captain relaxes, which is a pleasant change of pace from the frown on his face that you got used to.  

All five of you had to live in the same apartment in an old panel building closer to the edge of town. Not the best place to live, but a good opportunity to blend in with the locals and find leads on Makarov’s criminal “friends”. More than once you’ve found yourself sitting together with Ghost on the balcony that creaked with each blow of the wind, in complete silence while he was smoking some cheap cigarettes that smelled more like burnt paper instead of tobacco.

“Can I join you?” Your voice is a quiet rasp, as you lean against the doorway, pushing the mosquito netting to the side. You couldn’t sleep. Not when the whole world will go down the drain if you fail your mission. Not when it’s been a month already and it felt like you were still right where you started.

“Knock yourself out” the man shrugs, patting the stool near him. You shuffle your bare feet on the newspapers that were laid out on the balcony floor, plopping down on the seat, your eyes immediately getting glued to the view, enjoying the breeze that seeped through the open window. You two sit in silence for so long, but it doesn’t feel awkward, quite on the contrary – weirdly calming and serene.

After that night these nightly smoke breaks became a sort of tradition for you two, a way to wind down after a long day. Ghost would nod towards the balcony, a silent invitation reserved only for you. Regardless of whether you’re a smoker or not, occasionally he would offer you a cigarette from his pack or a hit from the lit one. A gesture of camaraderie.

“Thought you’d be more talkative.” Ghost’s voice sounds gruff after the whole day working your asses off just to discover the lead that you had was absolute bullshit.

“And I thought you weren’t a type for small talk.” You grumble in return, just as annoyed about coming back to this dingy apartment with nothing.

“That I am” He lets out a low chuckle, flicking his cigarette into an ashtray in his hand, avoiding eye contact with you.  

Kyle found himself liking your cooking above everything else. The way he would eat anything thrown together in a hurry by you was quite flattering. So soon enough you offered to teach him how to make some of your favorite national dishes, and he couldn’t say no to your offer. So, you decided to start easy – picking out the fresh ingredients. And where do you go to do that? Not a grocery store, no way in hell. The market filled with tons of people is the place you need. A lot cheaper than your usual supermarket too.

The number of times you got discounts for fruits and vegetables on the market from older women just for Gaz’s pretty eyes was insane. He would just blink at you with confusion written all over his face anytime you glanced at him with that smile and refused to explain why you spent a lot less money than expected on the fresh vegetables. At some point, Gaz even questioned his ability to count before you told him just not to worry about it since you got a “very special bargain”. And, obviously, Kyle was the one carrying the plastic bags filled to the brim with fresh produce.  

“You know, your version of the dish is not half-bad,” You say, licking the spoon and giving Gaz a wide smile, which he immediately returns to you tenfold. Spending time like this with him was a pleasure. Each minute spent together made you loathe even thinking about the time when you’d have to part ways and you won’t be able to teach him your cultural cuisine like this anymore.

“Well, I have a great teacher to thank for that.” Gaz gives you a charming smile, so glad to finally have a distraction from the constant looming presence of Makarov in his thoughts. Right this moment he caught himself thinking that he was happy they had you here with them. It would be a lot harder if not for you supporting and guiding them through everything. He felt…thankful.

You’d bring the whole Task Force to different cafes that serve your country's most famous dishes, but Kyle would be the one to enjoy these outings the most, barely raising his eyes from the plate to participate in the conversation.

“Wow, are you in a hurry or something? The food won’t run away from you.” You chuckle, while Kyle ignores the odd saying coming from you and continues to eat with the huge appetite he had ever since this undercover mission started.

However, nothing lasts forever, so after finishing their business with you, getting all the information they needed, and “cleaning up the mess” Task Force 141 bids you farewell, returning to their usual duties. Saying goodbye is never easy, even if you knew each other just for several months you still got attached to them, just like they grew very fond of you (as much as some of them hated to admit that). But hey, they promised to visit you after they finish up with Makarov. They promised. And the four of them keep the promises they make.

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[writerblue275]

Heartsteel Ranking: “Scary boyfriend privilege”

(AKA how intimidating they are to people who don’t know them.)

Inspiration: I’ll be honest this is a bit of a random ranking but I thought it would be fun to do and it was!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Ranking

Type: Fluff? This is meant in a funny way.

Tw: Small mention of alcohol (drink responsibly y’all), and swearing (because I do, in fact, have the mouth of a damn sailor.)

List goes least intimidating to most intimidating.

LEAST

Ezreal (One of these days I will do a ranking that doesn’t put him at the bottom! I swear it’s not intentional! 😂)

Let’s be honest no one is shocked he’s here, right? Where else was Ez going to go on this list?? This isn’t a bad thing though! He just gives off such golden retriever energy and it’s amazing and I love him. I want to be at least best friends with HS Ezreal.

Despite the usual happy golden retriever energy, he’s definitely not afraid to tell people off/protect you though. (I feel like he secretly has quite a temper. He’s a Sagittarius after all [love my fellow 🔥 signs WOOT WOOT]. Usually he’s very good about keeping it under control…but if someone [besides you, he absolutely adores you] pushes him too far [ex: by making you uncomfortable]…just see what happens.)

Aphelios

You absolutely have scary boyfriend privilege with Aphelios, but I just can’t rank him higher than any of the other members below. He definitely has that “brooding silent type” down pat, and when he’s wearing his mask, that’s doubled. That air of mystery, baby, he’s got that in SPADES.

We also know he’s tall. Like not Sett, K’Sante, or Yone tall, but he’s got some height on him (unconfirmed 6’). Physically, he’s definitely more intimidating than Ez. Like imagine Phel silently staring daggers at someone. Lmao I’d hate to be whoever pissed him off.

K’Sante

Most of this comes from his height (unconfirmed 6’4”) and the fact he’s one of the gym bros. Like general vibe/personality-wise, I think Phel could be more-intimidating than K’Sante (or even Sett), but have you seen how just MASSIVE K’Sante is? HE CAN CANONICALLY BENCH SETT. Like 😮😮😮

Not to mention I feel like he’d always stick close to you in public, so no one would even dream of trying to do anything to you. (Unless they’re a whole dumbass.) K’Sante genuinely gives me very kind vibes, but he definitely protects those he loves very fiercely.

Sett

Sett is (unconfirmed) 6’7” (at least confirmed the tallest in the group), and JACKED AS HELL. Not to mention “allergic” to sleeves so those arms are out most of the time lmao. Only a fucking moron (or someone who is incredibly drunk) would look at Settrigh and go “oh yeah I am absolutely going to mess with this guy.” RIP that idiot.

He also doesn’t fuck around about the safety of the people he loves. Sett genuinely seems like the sweetest guy (I love this giant, ripped, sewing himbo so fucking much oh my fucking god) but he can/will be intentionally intimidating if it’s necessary to keep you or Ma safe (the two most important figures in his life 🥺). Will walk you home/keep you close to him in crowded situations. He always wants you to feel safe when you’re with him (you absolutely do like how could you not?).

Kayn

So this is based on both appearance and reputation. Obviously Kayn has quite the reputation from his last band (as well as being kicked out of it.) Appearance-wise, he’s not super tall, but he’s tall enough. Not to mention the piercings, tattoos, the fact he’s also in excellent shape (I mean we all saw those abs 😏), has vibrant dyed hair, a very bright red eye, and he is a total metal head. He can also, um, travel through WALLS. (Small detail lol.)

DO I EVEN HAVE TO MENTION RHAAST (even as his stage alter ego)???? Kayn can be pretty impulsive and sometimes acts first, thinks later. (He’s currently working on that with Yone, it’s fine.) Someone would be a damn fool to fuck with him or you. He just gives me very loyal guard dog vibes. (I mean he did wear the damn leash in the mv so….😝)

Yone

There is no one (let me repeat: NO ONE) I’d want to fuck with less than Yone. This man has quintessential resting bitch face (RBF), is like 6’ 2-3” (unconfirmed), in very good shaped (based on the lovely titty window of his outfit. Thank you, Riot designers) and is able to (mostly) wrangle the rest of the group. Also (hella obvious but) HE’S AN INTROVERT (INFJ specifically). People are NOT his thing (fucking MOOD).

Yone is the one who gives the most similar vibes to the TikToks I’ve seen that show cosplayers at Cons with their scarier-dressed friends/partners following behind them keeping them safe. (For Yone, it’s the RBF/air of mystery that really sets the tone.) He gives me such mature gentleman vibes as well. He’s always going to walk you home especially at night, or he’ll stay by your side in a crowd and you are just going to feel really safe with him. Top-tier scary boyfriend privilege right there.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Ok so the least and most intimidating were extremely obvious to me. It was everyone else in between that made things difficult. This was really fun to write though, even if the concept is a bit silly! 😂

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel fluff #Heartsteel ranking #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone

[billskeis]

Public sex with Bill? Plsss

ᡣ𐭩 alley sex w bill

you danced in the middle of the club with bill and tom, tom was with some girl that he had just met that nice and needless to say she was pretty cute!

grinding on your boyfriend’s hips, however, didn’t help.

it was a saturday night where you and the band decided to go out.

georg and gustav were at the bar chatting it up with some friends they’ve encountered while the twins and you wanted to dance.

it was hot, sweaty and sticky. and the fact that you just HAD to wear the tightest and shortest dress possible tonight only made bill more aggravated.

in a bad way? well no, of course, bill’s just extremely turned on.

by the way you swayed your hips, the motion where you shook your head from side to side. not to mention from time to time, you would place kisses on bill’s neck and shoulders whenever off guard.

you then felt the sudden urge to pee.

it was definitely from all the drinks you had, and one more sway it’s over.

“s’cuse me baby, i gotta go to the washroom,” you urge bill to move a bit to the side “lemme come with you schatzi,” “nono don’t worry i’ll be back soso quickly okay? keep dancin’ for me!” you leave a kiss on his lips and softly smack his butt while scattering away to the washroom.

“not gonna follow your girl, bill?” tom asks while twirling the girl within his hands, “doesn’t want me to,” “now don’t be like a pushover bill, i seen the way she been teasing you all night..” bill scoffs and rolls his eyes at his older brother, why would he pay attention to such the small details.

in the end, he isn’t wrong though.

the tightening in bill’s pants just needs to be relieved, and you were practically egging him on the whole night.

“gonna let her push you around like that? let her have her way?” tom and the girl giggle as bill begins to walk away from the middle of the club.

you exit the washroom stall to wash your hands after doing your business. pressing the nozzle to your hands, soap dispenses and you lather it with the water.

drying your hands on a paper towel, you threw it away and applied some lip gloss and last minute touch-ups for the night. ruffling your hair to give it a little more volume, you smile contently at the mirror and make your way to the exit.

leaving the washroom and making your way back to the dance-floor to your boyfriend, a hand grips your wrist, “excuse me i have a—” “schatzi, it’s me..” “oh! bill! i told you not to wait up for me baby,” his grip on your wrists tighten as bill suddenly pulls you into him.

he grinds his crotch into the back of your ass, groaning slightly in your ear, “i need you. now.” “but billy we haven’t even danced for—” “no, we can dance later.. please..”

now you couldn’t oblige to your boyfriend who’s been pressing his bulge constantly on you, who is now also feeling quite turned on.

nodding, you can feel bill smile as he quickly places a kiss onto your neck, “thank you,” as he now takes your hand and leads you elsewhere.

“o-outside bill!?” “i’d rather do it here than inside those fucking toilets..” he’s right, they stunk of urine and shit. it would be a total turn off to do it in such an unhygienic environment.

but outside? in an alley where the whole world could possible see? he’s crazy, but you’re also crazy. and madly in love with your boyfriend, you couldn’t say no.

bill leans you up against a wall behind a dumpster, obviously far enough from it so the two of you aren’t near such a stench. “ass up schatzi, i can’t get in from this angle..” he rubs your bum to then lift up the bottom of your dress to reveal your behind. “s’cold,” “i know, won’t be long, you wanna dance still yeah?” you nod to answer his question.

“then be a good girl f’me so i can make this quick,” he rubs your pussy through your panties, the feeling damp with how thrilling yet in scary such a situation he’s putting you through, “didn’t think you’d be into this..” he teased, pulling your panties now down to your knees, “c-can’t help it..”

lining himself up to your entrance, he rubs the tip of his dick through your folds to collect a little bit of slick for an easier enter, “can i? y/n?” “m-mmhm..” pushing himself in, you immediately slap your hand to your mouth to prevent any moans slipping out.

the stretch feels so good, bill hisses, “h-holy fuuuck.. it’s been too long y/n, you been such a tease tonight,” unable to respond, you just let him do you as he pleases, a few whimpers and whines escaping.

bill pistons inside of you, hitting you good at every angle possible. he makes sure that your insides feel every inch of him. momentarily, he’ll go extremely slow but fuck his hips so deep his tip kisses your cervix.

you bite your lip under your hand, the pain and pleasure mixed feeling so good. at some point you had to brace yourself with the way bill was thrusting into you, you use both hands and arms to balance yourself between bill and the wall, letting all moans slip out.

“b-bill.. i’m close..” you moan, his dick is now hitting your g spot at a slow and painful rate, and this is him slightly punishing you for being such a tease tonight, “shit! bill please..” now moving a bit faster, your moans become louder.

suddenly, bill stills his movement and stops. you don’t like this and so you decide to take action into your own hands. with a hard smack onto your ass, you yelp and look back at bill, unbelievable!

“quit it, baby. you’re too loud.” “i don’t remember this ever being a complain of yours,” circling your hips on his because your boyfriend is still being a fucking tease, bill groans and fights back by grinding his hips into yours. the two of you fight for dominance, until you heard someone calling out.

“bill! what the fuck!? what’re you doing out here?? where’s y/n??” you look back at bill in a panic and all he does is signal you to ‘shut up’ with his index finger to his mouth. it was tom. it seems as though he came outside with the girl he was with for a quick smoke.

“she’s still in the washroom!” “and you’re out here why?” tom asks, you swallow hard, hoping bill could come up with any type of good excuse, “had to piss, washroom was fucking nasty.”

you prayed, and prayed to god that tom and the girl would leave, but then something else occupied your mind. bill began moving once more, fucking slow and deep into your gummy walls. you’re becoming mush and softer by the second.

you felt everything. and to add to that, he utilizes one of his hands to explore your body.

let it be to place pinches on your nipples or draw circles on your clit, he did all this while talking to tom. thankfully, tom was semi-drunk and had an irrational fear of dumpsters that he didn’t come any closer.

you wouldn’t want your boyfriend’s brother to see him fucking you ass up, now would you?

“taking an awful long time to piss, sure you ain’t doing anything suspicious?” “guess i had a lot to drink, besides, i’ve been holding it in for such a long time because the washroom was also full..” as bill kept thrusting into you, you couldn’t help but yelp, “mm!”

“what was that?” footsteps were coming closer, you began to panic and scurry while bill was inside of you. “bill, i’m coming over there,” tom walked awfully slow, and fortunately was trying to be stopped by the girl who occupied most if not all of his night to get him back inside the club. bill quickly leaned in to whisper, “come.”

with a sharp thrust, you came all over bill. body and legs shaking, threatening to collapse. bill held his hand to your mouth because god knows you couldn’t.

simultaneously, bill also came, sputtering cum within you. it felt warm. “okayokay i’m done tom. i had a lot to let out.. i’ll meet you inside, yea?” bill pulls out and hurriedly pulls your panties back up and dress back over your body, slapping your ass and giggling at you. you hit his chest with the little strength you had, breathing heavily.

“oh! finally! yea i’ll see you inside, c’mon babe let’s go.” the footsteps were finally becoming quieter, as it seems tom and the girl were now back inside the club.

“youfuckingidiot you almost had us caught by your brother,” you huffed at bill as you crossed your arms, he attempts to fix your messy hair, putting the strands behind your ears and pressing a kiss into your forehead, “but we weren’t were we now?”

you scoff at him, stupid, “didn’t like it?” bill pouted and looked down at you, “it was.. nice,” he smiles and puts an arm around your waist to lead you back inside the club, “i knew you were kinky.”

as tom and the girl were back to dancing, he wondered. before he went outside to go for a smoke he went to the washroom, and it was completely empty.

he then asked the girl he was with if she ever found y/n in the washroom and to her knowledge she shook her head, it was also empty.

tom thought, he thought hard and good. hehe

oh.

they were definitely fucking.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp

[ms-scarletwings]

So there was a note under my post about Zim hovering a finger over the self destruct switch on his first day on Earth that just cracked open something in my mind.

Cause…Oh. Oh hecc you, @murhuedur. You actually touched on like, my favorite thing about this character, period. I really like this take, I do. It’s a good one. I ponder, still,

In my own opinion, it’s actually genuine confidence and arrogance, but Zim’s delusions of grandeur are as a thin rubber band. They can stretch out to wild lengths and remain malleable enough to bend around truth as he wills,

But there’s a hard limit out there eventually, and should reality require him to stretch his cognitive dissonance just too far, it’s a violent snap-back to full clarity. I don’t think he’s faking it or always lying to everyone else about what hot shit he is, because I think he fully believes those lies about as fast as he can speak them, even if he will later realize he was wrong after a cosmic punch to the face.

Like, Zim’s smart, but smart people aren’t inherently rational ones. Within Zim, the tallest, hell, maybe even Skoodge, there’s sometimes this very short-sighted flippancy about what is objectively true/false that peeks out every now and again in their psychology. I mean, humans sometimes do this too when it’s convenient to their interests, just, obviously not to goofy cartoon character levels if they want to function in society.

Zim has whatever this flaw is and cranked up to 11, maybe as a side effect of his PAK defects. Sometimes it gets him into DEEP shit, but it’s also his biggest mental shield. Zim has like no fortitude against spiraling into a full on depression or a justifiable panic attack over the smallest concession of being an absolute failure to his race. That weaponized denial that makes him so dangerous to himself and others also keeps him together and motivated forward. But it’s not largely a conscious lie he’s telling himself. It’s genuine faith he’s trying to manifest into matter through sheer force of his will.

His dogmatic mantra, “I am Zim” and what it means to him is a statement he holds on such conviction it overpowered and hijacked the ego of 3 control brains at once.

If I were inserting him into DnD he’d have the wisdom stat of a stale poptart and a 20+ thrown into charisma. He’s faking it without even understanding he’s faking it.

But were he completely detached from reality, he’d be WAY more likely than even now to accidentally get himself killed. While a narcissistic level of self esteem is what lets him ignore and selectively unhear inconvenient truths, the adrenaline of immediate life or death danger is what grounds him back in the real world. You notice over time that as self-sabotaging as he normally is, he seems to act his most rational and competent when he’s suddenly put against the grindstone and self preservation HAS to jump into the driver’s seat. He basically survives his day to day on a tightrope between a falsely glorious narrative of himself, and his perceptive anxiety both tugging him to land on either side of the fence when something big happens.

In “The Trial”, he wastes very little time on his expected bullshit or his confidence in being able to just win over the approval of his judges.. by virtue of being his awesome self. He spent most of that ordeal on the verge of a heart attack, squirmed to find an escape, and actually tried to DENY causing the death of two Almighty Tallests (reminder that he usually owns up to his atrocities with downright offensive pride). He understood the full gravity of an existence evaluation and how cooked his goose was. As soon as the situation resolves and he’s no longer in that danger, it’s right back to full trust of his status as an invader, and in Red and Purple as his biggest fans. When his disguise starts to slip in front of Skool kids he knows are dumb as a bag of rocks, he can silver tongue his way around that without skipping a beat. Losing his disguise in front of a bunch of alien-obsessed adults? Uh oh, pants-shitting terror, this is potentially game-over levels of bad, immediately gtfo of here. Stand there, chest beat, and scold the obviously rogue duty-mode Gir all day until the second it actually tries to kill you and you suddenly have to realize you’re not the one holding the cards anymore to save your own life.

The other way this quirk of his really shows through is in his selective memory. Zim has this skill to repress down and push away unpleasant experiences that I think some of us can only dream we had. I love it because it’s equal parts a comedic and analytical goldmine.

Tak, who actually posed a legit threat to his entire mission and tried herself to chip through that massive wall of denial he’s shielded in- same Tak who’s powerful af ship was stolen and desecrated by Zim’s arch nemesis… she’s not just an afterthought in his mind after that mess. He’s literally pushed that one out of his thoughts altogether in the comics. Like she, and Skoodge, who he can’t fucking stand, might as well have never even existed, even while GIR’s trying to remind him. That time he played around with time travel and it was one of the biggest clusterfucks he quickly lost control of? The bologna incident he stooped so low as to ask dib to help him with? You must be thinking of someone else. Nope. Not a thing. Lalala, can’t even hear you. This is also what makes it no wonder he deeply struggles with actually learning from certain mistakes.

From an outsider’s eye this behavior of his is baffling. It makes him look actually insane or at least obnoxiously obstinate. And I think both assumptions are half right, because this is clearly not the result of mere stupidity. Those truths are simply wayyyy too discordant with his view of himself to devote surface memory to, or too uncomfortable, unless and until, of course, you confront him with them in a fashion where that rubber band has to snap, that bubble pops, and he instantly sobers out of that complacency.

Literally god forbid he ever stops being defective in this way or is given the ability to reckon with the reality of his situation and his history all at once. I’m not even just talking about his job or banishment. I’m talking about his entire life. This chaotic, flexible, incoherent mindstate is the only branch he’s holding onto from dropping into a much more horrifying chasm beneath himself, the depth of which we can only guess. I straight up have no idea what he would do or what could happen to him if he could, even for a moment, rationally comprehend his every action, memory, and empirical truth all at the same time. Seriously, leave that Pak’s Gordian Knot be, or I imagine there could be an HP Lovecraft type of breakdown in the making.

#By the way this is probably one of the most important differences between him and Dib, and what makes Zib so… way he is.

#iz #iz analysis #invader zim #iz clips #iz headcanons #character dissection #dude’s a little messed up #scarlet talks about things #oh hecc #here i go again #long post #by the way this is like the main difference that separates him and dib the most starkly #Youtube

[dannyphantom-zero]

Doctor Danny Chapter 8

Vlad managed to squeak out of the situation with a cash fine and Lex Luther was supposed to be under surveillance. Despite being "victims", experimenting or holding a citizen, albeit a meta, was still illegal.

Danny however was currently with the justice league. They had brought him to a hospital but there wasn't much they could do for him there after discovering Danny had strange abnormalities with his DNA and heartbeat.

Jason sat by Danny's unconscious body while everyone tried to figure out what to do with the situation.

"Why didn't you tell me your boyfriend was a meta human Jason?!" Bruce demanded.

Jason looked shocked at first which quickly turns to anger.

"Are you kidding me?! First of all, when did we have such a close relationship? Because lately we could only manage a small conversation. Secondly I didn't know myself" Jason bit back the anger billowing inside him.

"He's got unknown powers and now Lex Luther knows about him" Superman said with a serious tone.

"who was that other guy?" The flash asked.

"Vladimir Masters, billionaire former mayor of Amity Park" Bruce said.

Jason didn't look at any of them, his guilty gaze fell on Danny.

"He's, how can we even tell if he's going to be alright?" Jason said.

The room fell into silence.

"Have faith Jason, that's all you can do"

Jason clentched his fist.

"I don't think so, I'm going to find another way" Jason stood up.

He locked eyes with Superman, "dont let him out of your sight. He's a prestigious doctor. He's important-"

Jason walked out, "he's important, to me"

Superman sat in the vacant chair and tried his best to use his own powers to figure out Danny's condition. There wasn't much medical data on Danny to begin with so they weren't sure what we considered normal for him. More than once superman had been sure Danny's heart had stopped, yet he was still alive somehow.

Bruce had conflicted feelings about the good doctor. Jason trusted him, then again Jason was a murdering crime lord out for revenge.

He knew Jason and Doctor Daniel had a special relationship, after all, one doesn't usually cripple people for just a friend.

Joker had yet to recover.

Back in the bat cave Jason was taking full advantage of the access to the oicie records. It was harder than he thought it would be to get information on Danny because he wasn't born in Gotham but he eventually found a lead.

According to the hospital records paired with surveillance cameras outside the city, courtesy of Tim, Jason found that Danny had come from Illinois.

There was also that girl, Sam was it? Did she know his secret? She had to know something right?

Tim glanced over at Jason's screen.

"Oh that's the lead of that startup band Twisted Vines." Tim commented.

Jason's head snapped towards Tim so fast he almost counted it as a jump scare.

"Do you know where they'll be playing next?!"

Tim pulled out his phone.

"They have an app, let's see...seems like their doing a gig at Croscee's Pub tonight"

Jason stood up.

"I'm going to that and your coming with me"

Tim was grinning from ear to ear. So cool!

Later that night Jason and Tim in civilian outfits made their way to the bar. The band had already started playing judging by the muffled music pounding through the wall.

Jason opened the door and maneuvered through the crowd of people before resting in a corner.

Tim on the other hand has made his way to he front and was avidly cheering the band on.

Jason was growing slightly pissed off. Danny was counting on him and the best he could do was watch this stupid concert.

The music eventually ended and the crowd of people tried to swarm the band but security held them at bay.

Jason had other means, he snuck into their bus.

The band members were obviously shocked to see a stranger sitting in their tour bus.

"Jason??" Sam asked. They relaxed, if Sam knew this person than it was probably alright.

"What are you doing here?"

Jason stood up.

"It's Danny, we need your help. Danny's not waking up"

Sam motioned for then to go outside.

"He was attacked by Vlad Masters and Lex Luther"

Sam clentched her teeth, "Vlad"

When she noticed the look on Jason's face she explained, "Vlad wanted to get with Danny's mom and kill his dad. He also cloned Danny several times. One time he was successful."

Jason could feel the pits bubble up in his chest.

"I need to see him. That's the only way I can tell you"

"I brought a car"

Sam nodded, "give me a minute" she said before climbing back onto the bus.

Tim ran up to Jason, "did you talk to her yet? What did she say?" He asked.

"Alright, I'm good to go" she said slinging a couple of her bags over her shoulder.

Tim's mouth went wide open.

"So cool" he whispered.

The car ride there Jason went into more detail.

Bruce was a little surprised that the answers Jason had went to find were in the formation of some rock punk.

Sam was admiring the space when she caught sight of Danny. She dropped her bags and ran over.

"How long has it been?"

"A couple days."

"Do you know what they injected him with? What about the state he was in when you found him?"

"He was injected with a drug that I don't recognize in the system or otherwise" Bruce said handing her the tablet.

Sams expression darkened, "blood blossoms, fucking bastards"

"He was extremely agitated but Jason managed to calm him down just before he fainted"

Sam handed back the tablet.

"Blood Blossoms are extremely harmful to gh- to people like Danny"

"No matter what I need everyone in this room to swear an oath not to say anything about Danny's condition. I know someone who can help him but I need you all to ask as little questions as possible"

"Where do you have to go?"

"Illinois"

"Take the jet" Bruce said. Jason nodded.

"And here, this is the contact of a friend who can give you a log of Danny's normal condition and what to do if he takes a turn for the worst."

It was Tuckers contact. Jason and Sam left and Bruce got on the contact.

Tucker had become a software engineer for AmerTek Industries in Metropolis.

Flash said he would pick him up and left before anyone could object.

Tucker had been finishing up a report on a new robot the company was in the planning stages of creating, next thing Tucker knew he was in the arms of somebody going at incredibly fast speeds to somewhere.

"Oh" is all he said when they filled him in.

"Sams already on it huh" he sisd with a nervous smile.

"She always so on top of things"

"She told us we could find his medical information with you"

Tucker blinked, "oh yeah! We had to create an updated version. After the accident Danny couldn't get checked by normal doctors anymore. Thank ancients his parents were so oblivious-" Tucker stopped talking when he saw their faces.

"Did Sam not tell you about that? Maybe I've said too much. In any case if there's something you don't understand, let me know"

He handed over the digital file on Danny.

Not even two seconds later Bruce was grilling Tucker on what ectoplasm was and what machine caused this to happen.

There was also a detailed report on what devices the Fenton's had made and how they interacted with Danny.

"What's this page?" Tim asked scrolling onto the page filled with a list of all the ghosts Danny had fought and their abilities.

"I,uhm, well I don't think I should-"

Tucker shrank under Batmans judgmental stare.

"Sams going to skin me alive for this but, I suppose I should tell you everything"

The heroes listened, stunned at the words coming out of Tuckers mouth.

Not only had they not known about the mad "ghost hunting" scientists. They also had known about the portal to the infinite realms.

They were even more shocked when he told them Danny had been crowned king.

"He was a teenage superhero and we were his support team"

Tucker smiled, "nows he's still saving lives. Danny really is something else"

Bruce had went to eh next room to brood over his failure to see all of this whole Supes glumly accepted the fact that he couldn't have done anything without knowing.

"You guys don't need to be so down about it. Any transmissions Danny tried to get to you guys was most definitely being blocked by Vlad and his fancy equipment"

Clark shook his head.

"So Vlad and Danny have history" Flash said.

"Yeah, deep history. In fact. Vlad shares Danny's condition. They're both liminals"

Tucker scowled, "he's literally a villain. Danny's been dealing with this guy for years."

"I can't imagine being a fourteen year old hero"

A glum look passed over Tuckers face.

"We, haven't talked in a while. But I should've tried. I knew he was going through something rough. It was hard for him. Didn't help that he was bullied either. Danny too nice for his own good"

"For now, all we can do is monitor his condition. Have faith in your friend"

Tucker nodded. Danny would wake up. He was sure of it.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #batman #redhood #dpxdc #fanfiction #jason todd #phandom #TuckerFoley #sam manson #clark kent #Superman #Flash #frostbite #Ghosts

[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (1)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Itsy-Bitsy Teeny-Weeny Deadly Polka Dot Bikini

Summary: Lloyd gets outsmarted.

Warnings for HE'S AN A**HOLE AND I SHOULDN'T NEED TO TELL YOU THAT, illusions to sex/imagined sexual acts, general body-shaming, nasty thoughts, drugging/murder, and the unbelievable thrill of Lloyd getting taken down a few pegs. MINORS DNI. WC ~900

Lloyd impatiently taps his pinky ring on his binoculars, adjusting the lenses.

He hates waiting, but there’s nothing for it. The job is to retrieve something this man stole without evidence that anything was stolen from him.

Oh, and kill the fucker. Obviously.

Man’s a thief.

Well, Lloyd’s a thief, too, in a way, but he doesn’t bother to steal without reason. He gets a payday out of it.

This guy—this grossly-obese, sack of shit chumming it up poolside at a resort—also thinks he’s getting a payday out of it, yeah, but Lloyd is so much better than that. He’d see the reality of his situation. He wouldn’t be this stupid. He wouldn’t be spending the money before the exchange was made.

Easy pickings is what this guy is.

All Lloyd has to do is make it look like the middle-aged, fake-tanned Pillsbury Doughboy down there had a heart attack…which might actually happen at the rate his target is shoveling antipasto down his gullet.

Lloyd wipes his own mouth in disgust.

The women have the right idea though, especially the one in the yellow bikini.

His target looks like a desperate and lonely man, whether flashing around wealth or not, so leech away, ladies. Enjoy the free ride while it lasts.

Lloyd frowns and spits over the balcony where he watches. He just imagined the yellow bikini riding that sweaty hippo down there—more to the point, he imagined having to surveil the man while fatso tried to fuck a woman like that—and feels queazy.

Some parts of the job he likes. Some parts he doesn’t. Lloyd gets paid either way.

He leans back for a moment, resting his eyes from the high magnification and the bright sun above. He takes in the mind-numbing, incessant beat of island drums that converges from multiple ‘bands’ across the property into the worst white noise.

Lloyd would rather hear the whimpering, whining screams of torture.

Where the fuck are the waves and relaxing shit?

For effect, a gull screeches at him from the next railing over.

“I will fucking eat you,” Lloyd sharply chuckles back, and then he picks up his slippery, cold Arnold Palmer and smacks his lips.

You know what they say: If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your whole life.

That’s true. Lloyd’s proven that. The missing part is that if work isn’t work then vacation isn’t vacation, so one has to make do with thrills where they find them.

Lloyd gently lifts the silencer-tipped gun from his lap and shoots the gull right off its perch. He makes a long whistling noise as the carcass falls and lands with a satisfying thud against some enormous bush leaves.

This is going to be easy, he thinks, sipping his refreshment slowly. Child’s play.

He sets down the glass and the gun, repositioning the binoculars over the possibly-sunburnt bridge of his nose.

Watching this poser of a paunch groping the decent-looking, sunshine girl is making him plan out seeing someone of his own tonight. He’ll be done with the guy early enough; plenty of time to find a self-conscious chubster willing to suck and fuck hard for a few praises. It’s basically charity work, but again, work isn’t really work, is it?

Lloyd has to follow the repetitive grind of yellow-tied hips and watch the front bow bounce between breasts to notice that she’s yanking at the string.

He might be in real luck. Is he about to get a show?

The bikini top doesn’t fall away, however, and it’s suddenly missing the white bead marking the edge of the seam.

Sunshine's hands go up in the air, reaching and swaying with the beat, until she turns and drops something small—like a fucking pill—into the target’s drink, reaching for his face and cooing dirty, little things, it seems, by the distracted burst of the man’s pupils.

Mother fucker.

Lloyd sprints back through the sliding door and out of his room, he vaults the banisters to jump down three flights in the stairwell and only emerges at the poolside to see his target collapsing forward, the bikini bitch groping the body as it falls to sneak a keycard out of his pocket.

She screams bloody murder and everyone fucking buys the act. She scrabbles away, bare palms on the concrete, one holding his goddamn prize, until she slips backward into the pool.

“Son of a…” Lloyd scowls, but there are too many people moving over the walkway to rubberneck.

He sees happy, dotted yellow emerge from the other side of the water, empty-handed, a sympathetic towel thrown over a clearly shocked woman.

From across the courtyard, you, Sunshine, turn in Lloyd’s direction, pulling at the front of your suit bottoms to emphasize a stiff, rectangular shape underneath.

You’re staring right at him when slowly raising a middle finger and winking before wrapping the generic towel tighter.

Onlookers and good samaritans gather, crossing in between you two. He can’t make a scene.

Then you’re gone, folded into the wave of terry cloth that ripples and recedes with passing drama.

He stands there, dumbfounded, ten feet away from a dead seagull.

Did…did Lloyd just fucking lose?

A/N: *evil, unhinged laughter* This shit is gonna be fun....

[Next Part: Don't Be Blue, Bunny Boy]

[Main Masterlist; Lloyd Hansen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #dark fic #lloyd hansen drabble #lloyd hansen series

[ghost-proofbaby]

I would love a Getting to Know Eddie with your coffee shop blues Eddie. (I’ll let Abi ask for Maroon). 😘

(oh i don’t think i could tell abi much more about maroon eddie than i already have. the space under my desk when im writing maroon literally has her name on it <3)

alright. so. COFFEE SHOP BLUES EDDIE. first and foremost, that eddie is from my purely self indulgent barista!au for those of you who don’t know. for legal reasons, it’s totally not based on true experiences or a very real company. totally not. for legal reasons. but, the entire premise is this eddie entirely untouched from the upside down — non-canon compliance so we can be happy for once baby ! — and just playing around with who he is without all that. he gets the job as a barista, he’s a damn pessimist, and- well, i liked to play around with what would happen if he was the grumpiest barista to ever exist and got reality checked by a sunshine-incarnate barista. and, spoiler alert, the boy would probably melt. he does melt.

my inspiration is drawn entirely from uh… well… can i have a lawyer if i admit this? nah im just kidding he’s based on my own experiences! and contrary to what plenty of people have said to me (if i had a nickel every time said they imagine me as reader i’d be far richer than i am which makes me so 😭), eddie is the character based around me. i think he’d react very similarly to how i do most of the time at work. being grumpy, being so easily inconvenienced by every small thing, always huffing and puffing and wanting to be better. and i think reader is what i’d like to be. at the end of the day, it’s just a nice way to romanticize life, i guess. <3

my favorite headcanon that i’ve never shared in the story is that everyone actually finds that he’s very good at his job. it’s emphasized he isn’t necessarily friends with the other baristas, and there’s a whole lot of him internally comparing himself to the people he thinks do the job better (*cough* reader *cough*), but that whole “i can do better. i have to do better” mentality has led him to being quite good at the job actually. he puts himself down, says he isn’t that good, etc. but he is. customers like that feline grumpiness (the girls that come in regularly for frappucinos in the afternoon are always secretly hoping he’s there, definitely living their ‘i can fix him’ fantasy despite reader already having set sail on that boat), his coworkers admire him albeit they get a lil scared of him due to resting bitch face, and all that. he makes a mean fucking cappuccino. his drinks always just taste better. he’s just good. he’ll never admit it, but damn is he good at his job.

on a casual day, this man is living in comfy clothes. big band tees, plaid pajama pants or sweats. the only time he puts on jeans these days is when he works. which, i mean, listen — he works often. he lives his days by what shift he has, not by days of the week. weekends are nonexistent to him. he’s earned some damn comfort when he’s just at home, ya know? (also, most of his clothes that aren’t graphic tees or comfy pants just stink of coffee these days. ugh.)

his favorite food is probably the cake pops at work. he’s a sweet tooth fiend with them. someone accidentally breaks one when opening the packages? oh no !! he’ll take that off their hands. all of his free food mark outs? 50% cake pops. he’s on food? he’s definitely accidentally bagging and slipping one or two off to the side for himself. sometimes coworkers will try to convince him when he’s on the food position to slip them a free cake pop as well, and every time, he’s flipping them the bird and a quick “steal on your own time, bud”. (unless it’s reader. unless it’s sunshine. then, he’s caving, handing over the birthday cake pop he just marked out for himself without second thought. even if he rolls his eyes as he does it — he’d give her the world if she just asked).

his family situation is pretty close to canon — wayne. and obviously he has hellfire, he has corroded coffin, but all of those are just… small things. he’s finally graduated in this universe, so hellfire doesn’t meet as often. corroded coffin’s members are still in their senior year, so sometimes studying for a calculus test is overriding band practice for them. which i mean, was a bummer and led to him needing a distraction like a part time job (also — money) but it’s all good now, cause he gets to bug Sunshine on his days off when he’s bored. they’ve definitely exchanged numbers, and they’re definitely sending each other an obligatory dumb meme a day. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

he likes pop music. don’t ever ask him about it, he denies it, but Sunshine got him into all those radio hits. he’ll find himself humming along to the radio at work constantly too. and, the one time he and Sunshine worked a very rare, LITERALLY only happened once close together, they definitely were belting out britney spears’ “hit me baby one more time”, dancing around the closed stores and eddie using the mop as a mic while Sunshine tried to stock up all the cups. the shift on duty was unamused, to say the least.

he’s pretty pessimistic in all avenues, but there’s something deep inside of him that’s just a bit hopeless romantic. especially after meeting Sunshine. he listens to her prattle about her romance books all day, and he hates the fact that he finds himself smiling at some of those different scenarios she’s gushing about. but it’s cute, okay? besides, it’s only giving him more ideas about how to wow his favorite barista. sex, on the other hand, he’s still pretty bland on. he’s had one or two one night stands, names he’s forgotten at the Hideout after shows, and he’s not really got the energy to be some sex-crazed fuckboy. listening to his coworkers’ hookup stories and relationship problems work pretty well to remind him he could be doing far worse (but if anyone were to ask him what he thought of Sunshine in that context? oh. oh the poor boy. the scary dog facade fades, and his ears have never been pinker as he’s stuttering about having to grab something from the back that he just stocked. he’s just grateful she never seems to have her own escapades to talk about — he probably wouldn’t survive the world-ending jealousy that would cloud his vision.)

pessimistic. so so pessimistic.

a couple months ago, he would have said his room. alone. or practicing with cc, on his guitar. or behind his dm screens, watching as his little sheep panicked over the latest twist he’s revealed for his current campaign.

but now? maybe he’s just gone soft, but the first place he thinks of is a rainy afternoon in the back of his van, his head in Sunshine’s lap as they listen to the slight drizzle bounce off the roof. he swears if he closes his eyes, he can still feel her fingers against his scalp.

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JO. JO. I DON'T HAVE THE ORIGINAL POST FOR THIS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT PARAGRAPH IS ANSWERING WHAT PROMPTS. but honestly, even now that i'm free of the siren, i wanna post this. i love prattling on about our little grumpy barista. i luv him.

#tumblr keeping THIS ONE in drafts has to be grounds for fighting right? #like? #it's BARISTA EDDIE #how dare this not post? or maybe i wasn't done answering??? i don't even know anymore #thank u ily <3 #jo <3 #coffee shop blues #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #still laughing at the way i insert the under the desk joke any time i can

[lilianade-comics]

With your new portal shenanigans Cheesemelt AU, I'm now picturing the "You exist to serve ME!" scene, except it's mid-to-late in the story... and Dani's the one who says it.

By this point Vlad's bonded with Dani and is working to keep her safe instead of hurt her. She's trying to attempt something really dangerous that she's certain will bring her to Danny, Vlad's trying to stop her because he's certain it won't work and could end up with her badly hurt or a ghost herself. And Dani's stressed and desperate, snaps, and spits out the line, shocking and hurting Vlad but, even moreso, shocking and scaring herself. One of those "Oh god, what am I doing" moments.

All this results in her panicking, possibly breaking the binding on Vlad, and booking it, because she's twelve and panicking. Cue Vlad having to accept that he actually does care for her even without being forced to do what she says, track her down, and insist on helping her anyway. Maybe he makes some excuse like, "If you die here you'll definitely become a ghost and then I'll be stuck with you forever," but in that special Vlad way where it's super obvious that he's lying.

Anyway! Just- love the new AU, it gave me Thoughts (obviously), thanks for all the delicious Cheesemelt content you've been making! ^U^

Ahh, thank you for the ask! I love your thought process here. I've had a thematic moment in mind that's quite similar to this! But first, some additional important context for the AU in question:

Vlad is a widely disliked, smarmy, ambitious independent warlord/general vampiric nuisance in the political landscape of the ghost realm. He's been vying for the title of Ghost King for ages, trying to get Pariah Dark and his court out of the picture so he can take the throne. It is the BIGGEST POSSIBLE blow to his enormous ego that he got himself bound to the will of a little girl and is being paraded around like her manservant. So he's trying to trick her into releasing him, trying to be unhelpful, trying to be mean, trying to do ANYTHING to get out of the situation with his reputation intact. He figures out pretty quickly that her brother is none other than a certain infamous pain-in-the-neck ghost boy, and just grits his fangs because at least if he's stuck with Dani, he'll learn where Danny's hideout is and can set fire to it. But at the same time, he's low key getting emotionally attached to Danielle because Vlad has no friends and is desperately lonely and hungry for attention.

Dani has been raised to believe that ghosts are untrustworthy, tricky beings (similar to how the fae are perceived in folklore), and doesn't think twice about proactively magically binding the first ghost who approaches her. She needs Vlad to help her find Danny and lead them both out of the ghost realm, and then he can go back to whatever nefarious activities he likes. He's not allowed to hurt or betray her while under contract, so she's not really worried about him (although, she was really hesitant to discard the blood blossoms she brought along. They guaranteed no ghosts could grab her, but they also made it impossible for Vlad to fly her anywhere her feet couldn't take her, so she had to get rid of them!)

Now Danny himself. He was around three when he fell into the ghost realm through a spirit ring drawn by his parents. It's been ten years since then. The way the ghost realm works here is that if a living person spends too long in it, they WILL become a ghost, i.e. they die prematurely. Crucially, Danielle doesn't know this. So Danny is fully a ghost by this point, doesn't really remember much of his life, and is playing a Peter Pan/Robin Hood role alongside his band of fellow child ghosts Ember, Poindexter, Youngblood, and Cujo. They're regularly causing mayhem for the oppressors of the realm, which prominently includes Pariah Dark and Vlad (Danny isn't a fan of either of them, and Vlad truly isn't sure if he's more annoyed by Pariah or Danny).

So! When this disheveled human girl comes rocking up to his secret hideout and tries desperately to convince him that she's his long lost twin sister here to bring him home, part of him is tempted to at least hear her out, but the other part that's backed up by his crew just knows this reeks of a trap set up by one of his enemies to lure him somewhere. ("seems like something Plasmius would do," says Ember). He ultimately tells a heartbroken Danielle to get lost because he can't take the risk just because he's curious.

Now we arrive at Dani's lowest moment. Her brother is a ghost, he doesn't want anything to do with her, and her entire quest is crumbling around her. She staggers back to wherever Vlad was waiting for her (and he isn't surprised she came back empty handed. He was, after all, already familiar with Danny.) Dani then has a complete breakdown! Because she's a child stuck in a different reality and her brother is dead and Vlad didn't tell her that he already knew. Vlad feels a little guilty, but his ego won't let him admit this, so he argues with her instead. How could this foolish child have possibly thought her insane quest would succeed? The odds were always against her and she never should have even tried something so pointless and dangerous.

Dani throws some iteration of the "I hate you/you exist to serve me" lines at him, shocking herself and REALLY making Vlad feel bad, and then she releases him from the binding and elects to find some way to convince Danny to listen to her on her own. Vlad looks visibly upset but is like "Fine! That's exactly what I wanted in the FIRST PLACE, stupid girl"

Vlad is happy to be free, but his emotional attachment to Danielle won't let him abandon her no matter how much he wants to, because her wellbeing matters to him, bizarrely. So he takes matters into his own hands.

He surprise "attacks" Danielle in front of Danny and co, dangling her by her ankle from high in the air and launches into a natural villain monologue about how well this pathetic girl did leading him directly to Danny Phantom, and how he doesn't need her anymore, and "Oh, Daniel, can you believe that your own sister came to me thinking I would help her find you? Using her was so easy." and then he drops her so Danny can catch her.

A fight ensues, Vlad makes a swift and flashy exit, but not before exchanging a knowing glance with a shocked Dani, who now understands that Vlad just secured her Danny's goodwill in the only way he could; by being a villain.

There's more to this AU, but that's a pretty significant moment in it! Thank you for sending me your thoughts, I love when people interact with my silly AU ideas and come up with cool ideas for them!!! <3

#danny phantom #asks #cheese melt

[alitgblog]

so i came up with a rough idea for a scott pilgrim inspired litg au where you have an evil ex from each season (minus season 8 since it's coming out now)

Bobby would be the main character, which I didn't want at first because he's the most popular LI but I think his personality seems the most likely to get into this situation (minus the Scott Pilgrim being an incel but that's why it's inspired and not a one to one). Also works since he's in a band.

Obviously MC is his dream girl (Ramona in the movie). Could probably have Noah be his roommate, who is bookish and also a little sick of his problems. Then you have the other band members: Lottie is the drummer (who is also Bobby's ex who's still a little mad at him), idrc who the guitarist is lol, and then I think it'd be funny to have a character who wants to be in the band but they don't let him until the end and that should be Felix.

The stuff about Knives I understand is important to the Scott Pilgrim story but I'm not a huge fan of the "dating a high schooler" part lol. Still, we can have a character that he's dating who's all in and he is not but he doesn't have the heart to break up with her and ends up breaking her heart anyway, and that's probably Hannah.

MC shows up to his concert and then you meet the first evil ex, Dylan. And MC is like oh they dated for a week in middle school and after she broke his heart, he kind of became the asshole we know him as now. (the only reason I'm picking Dylan first is because I think Matthew Patel is one of the more cringe exes and I just simply couldn't do that to anyone else in s4, plus after the exposition he just gets thrown away anyway).

Next, Bobby, Noah, and MC all go visit a local movie set and they see her next ex, Rafi. I don't know why I always picture Rafi with his like weird smouldering face, but that honestly works well with this character, if you've ever seen pictures of Chris Evans in this movie. Because there's a skateboarding aspect in this, I did consider it should be Jamal, but for the bit I already picked a s6 character so it had to be someone else lol.

Anyway, Rafi gets defeated by his arrogance and then Bobby's band is playing in a contest, where he sees his ex and her new band mate/boyfriend, Mason, who is also MC's ex. As for Bobby's ex, it doesn't matter too much but I could see it being Yasmin since she's also a singer, Priya because she canonically is a fan of Mason's band (i think?) and there are routes where she's initially coupled up with Bobby, or Elisa because I think on some s2 routes she goes for Bobby but also I just like her aesthetic compared to this character in the movie. Also I just think either of them look good next to Mason (maybe they don't fit personality wise but they'd look good)

So Mason gets defeated, probably not with the vegan thing (but if we switch Mason for Levi, I could believe that), but something silly other than physically beating him. Next ex is Bonnie, who is clingy as hell. I don't think we should keep the part where Ramona calls it her like college experimentation stuff because that's not a great stereotype, but I kinda like the idea that Bonnie thinks they were in a relationship and had something but MC is like, no, clearly not.

The next exes are the twins, and so I had no other choice than to make this Ozzy and Marshall. I also think MC probably drove them apart and then when they finally compared stories they finally became friends again and are out for vengeance. Anyway, they get defeated.

Last but not least, the ex to rival all exes, the titular character of s5, we have Suresh running this shit. He is so hung up over MC that he set up this whole league. Literally nothing about his character would make me think he'd do this (because this character in Scott Pilgrim is so malicious actually), but he is the "ex in the villa" so he's gotta be the final boss.

#litg #rambling #love island the game #i literally only thought of this because of the number seven and i was like oh cool one per season plus the final LI in s8 #but i forgot two of them were twins and i could've just not made them twins in the au but i mean if we have double trouble i might as well #i actually have so many ideas for litg au's as movies lmao so whenever i type those up get ready for that #litg au #is there an intersection of scott pilgrim fans and litg fans lmao

[one-black-rotary-phone]

Hiii! I cannot stress how happy I am to see an active tbp blog omg 😭😭 Anyways, Ik you mentioned writing something for Vance next, so totally no pressure or rush for this ask! I was wondering if you could write general dating headcanons for Finney like you did with Robin?

Dating Finney Headcanons

Hello! I'll be honest, my interest in TBP fluctuates like crazy, so I'll do posts out of order if it means keeping my interest in this blog. Hence why I'm doing this before the Vance one haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! It's a bit shorter than the Robin one but eh.

Not proofread!

TW for a brief mention of Finney's mother's passing. Talk about his father and home life. Bullying mentions.

Shy boy for real. To be honest, I wouldn't blame you if you thought he hated you because of just how quiet he is around you. He really does not say anything when you're around, which makes things really awkward. You better be prepared to start most conversations with him.

Anyways, once you actually get together it's pretty smooth sailing for the most part. Obviously, Finney's not going to settle for someone he doesn't get along with, and Robin's always there to drag him away from anyone toxic (not even going to mention Gwen), so chances are you get along really well. So, there's rarely any fights between you two. The main issues are really Finney's bullies and his father.

Finney's bullies are probably the most annoying because they're almost always there when you're together. They're not the kind to gossip that much, but they do make fun of Finney for being way too low for the likes of you. They also beat him up in front of you to point out what a 'wuss' he is.

It's basically your job to help protect him from these guys. Robin's always there to throw punches if you're not (until he's not), so if you're much more of a verbal person that's alright. But if you're not really a defender, you have to be there to help him afterwards. It's pretty essential to your relationship surviving. Give him band-aids, offer encouragement, maybe a few hugs; all that.

Finney's father is a little different. He's not someone you can walk up to and hit or swear at - god no. Unless you can figure out some way to get Finney and Gwen out of that situation, you're kind of stuck just helping them both with the aftermath. Please offer Finney sleepovers at your house. I don't know if his father would allow it, especially if he doesn't know you well, but if he does you need to have him over as much as possible.

Oh, right: you need to be good to Gwen. Best possible scenario is you get along great, but even if she just tolerates you then that's okay. You just need to get along and not fight. Gwen's pretty protective over her brother, so you want to treat him right to get on her good side. Another way to get her to like you is to, again, offer her a place to stay when things get rough.

Finney ain't rich, guys. He can't buy you expensive gifts, but if you just want some sweets he can do that. For your birthday he can't really get you much, and he's way too shy to write some beautiful message in the card, so he just settles for saving as much as he can for the gift and for making your day as good as possible.

As such, he gets awkward if you buy him expensive or extravagant gifts. It reminds him of his financial situation and that he can't do the same for you. All he really wants is a cool space-themed card with a joke inside and some cool cheap gift. He doesn't want a telescope, even if it sounds awesome.

Finney probably passes notes to you during school. It's a lot easier than talking, anyway. I mean, I know I've mentioned he's shy, but did you see how awkward he was with Donna in class? The poor boy! He really needs a wing-man.

So, it's a good thing Robin's there! Robin may not be the best at getting people to like him (I mean, he can get them to be scared of him or to respect him), and he's no Bruce, but he's a lot better than Finney. Robin gives his friend a rundown of what to do when talking to you to ensure you think he's cool. He also gives him pep talks right before you walk over to him.

It's too bad you like him for who he is, because this 'new and improved' Finney is just as - if not more - awkward than before, now only with a new coat of paint. He doesn't know how to flirt, he doesn't know how to be cool, and ultimately he fails and just apologises to you and vows to never try that again.

Okay, I'm gonna be real with you; Finney does not like PDA. I'm sure you've guessed by now, but he is way too shy for that. He feels like everyone is staring at you two (because they are) and that people will make fun of him (because they will). In public there is a strict no hand-holding, no cuddling, no nicknames rule. It may seem harsh, but he's just being cautious.

In private, however, he is pretty touch starved. Before his mother passed he got a lot more affection. And now that his mother is gone, he has a big hole in his heart where that affection used to be. He just wants hugs and to be told he's doing a good job. That's all. Please give that to him.

At the end of the day, this is a struggling boy who needs help. If you want to be in a relationship with him, you better be ready to help him through the many, many bad times and crying times in his life. You've gotta be there to comfort him and provide him affection when he needs it. You need to be patient and to get along with those he cares about. And in return, you will get the utmost loyalty and dedication you could dream of. Just don't manipulate it, yeah?

#the phone rings #tbp #the black phone #tbp x reader #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #tbp headcanons #tbp hcs #death tw #abuse tw #bullying tw #finney blake x reader #finney blake #tbp finney #the black phone finney

[not-alien-girl-v]

New Girl au (The 1975)

Warning: language, drinking, tw matty healy, boobs

Note: How we feeling mattynation do we want more? Cameo from 5sos due to requests for it but i promise this isn’t a 5sos fic. Also both the 1975 and 5sos are together as bands but neither are famous they’re just somewhat known throughout the LA scene, which is where this story takes place.

“I guess it all started with a concert,” she begins.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

“Hey baby, you come here often?” None other than Luke Hemmings flirts from behind the woman, and with a heavy sigh, she turns her head over her shoulder, looking up to meet his eyes.

“We’re already dating, you’re drunk, and this is the third time you’ve tried that line with me tonight. You keep getting rejected by me, walk over to Calum and play surprise leapfrog, and by the time that you’re done with that, you’ve already forgotten about me and you come right back. Both me and Calum are tired of this endless cycle.”

“Sorry, you just look so good tonight.” He snakes two sweaty hands around the small of her back, pulling her in and wasting no time in attacking her neck with sloppy, open mouthed kisses, so damp she nearly gags at the smell of his saliva he’s leaving trails of on her neck but he seems to be enjoying himself, so she decides to let him be.

“So, you use this trick on all your girlfriends?” She jokes warmly with him.

“Mmm, just the pretty ones. That’s you, by the way. So delicious tonight, I’m gonna eat you up girl,” in his drunken haze, he begins swaying back and forth with her in his arms, leaning just a little bit too much weight from his head onto her shoulder, and she stumbles a bit under it but he takes no notice to it, or at least doesn’t choose to acknowledge it.

“You gotta be on stage in 30 minutes, baby. Why don’t you go eat some pizza and drink some water, sober up a little.”

“Ahh,” he groans at her, pushing himself away with an awkward amount of force that sends him tumbling back into somebody else.

“Hey, watch it- wait, Luke?” It’s a girl, and if Y/N had to guess, she must be a solid foot taller than her with the crazy big heels Y/N could never imagine putting on, let alone balancing on, let alone wearing them to a concert. “I didn’t know you were playing tonight.”

“Hey, yeah, hey, what’s up, good to see you.”

“Lu, who’s this?”

“I’m Anna, Luke and I have been going out together for a few weeks now. Well, a little more than going out, but you get the gist. Who are you?”

Y/N looks at Luke. Y/N looks at Anna. Y/N looks at Luke. Y/N looks at Anna. Y/N looks at Calum, who looks at Luke, who looks at Y/N, then looks at Anna.

“Cousin. I’m his cousin.”

“You’re... his cousin?” Anna pops a hip out, resting a hand on her hip.

“I am his cousin.”

“Cousin,” confirms Anna.

“Cousin,” confirms Y/N.

“Ok I saw you two kissing and stuff before I walked over I just wanted to see what the excuse was gonna be,” a light smile plays on her face, and Anna doesn’t seem uncomfortable enough in this situation. She turns to Luke, smile remaining. “Luke,” she begins like a heartfelt speech, but swiftly smacks him in the face instead. She turns to Y/N now. “Well, I think we have this settled now.”

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

“And obviously, I couldn’t be staying at his house with all his stupid band member friends - God! Adult men in boybands who all live together are the absolute worst! I really needed to just find someplace of my own, my own space, not just crashing on their couch most nights. I’m sorry, what was the question?”

“Do you... have any hobbies?” The man with the bleached blond hair and a sleeve of tattoos speaks, blinking a few times, trying to process the entire situation.

“Oh, right. Well, I bake. Actually I don’t, really, I don’t know why I said that. I’m still figuring myself out, you know. I’m young, I have time for trial and error, like crochet or scrapbooking. I’m not one of those creepy porcelain doll collectors, though, in case you were worried.”

“Good, because you really had a look to you,” the other man with dark brown hair and a penguin tattoo chimes in.

“So,” she smacks the top of her thighs and stands up out of the armchair in the living room, “you said you had another roommate? Matthew, or something? You know, from your add on Craigslist, you seemed like women.”

“Really? What gave you that impression?” The first man, George, as he introduced himself as, follows her into the kitchen where she wanders (inspects) the room.

“Something about the words ‘sunsoaked’ and ‘beigey’. I don’t know, I just really felt like only a creative woman or a flamboyant gay man could have written those. Either way, perfect roommate to be living with. Then I come in here and you guys are all, grown, manly, with your tattoos and your hip sideswept hair,” she glances at Ross, smiles kindly, then looks away.

“Yeah, our other roommate, Matthew, wrote it for us. We should have known better than to let him write it without intervention. He’s a character, for sure,” George leans against the counter a few feet from where she stands.

“Where is he now? Is he- oh, is he no longer with us? Is that why there’s so many framed pictures of him in here? Like in memorial? I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Ross chuckles, “no, no, the lad is still alive. He’s out at brunch with our manager, Jamie. He’ll be back in about half an hour or so.”

“Manager? Are you guys the quirky male leads in a goofy sitcom?”

“No, we’re in a band, actually,” Ross opens a container labeled ‘fish flakes’ and sprinkles them into a fishbowl just a little too close to the kitchen sink for Y/N’s taste, and a meaty bright orange goldfish swims up to the top of the bowl to meet the flakes.

“Crap, um, listen I’m sorry about what I said earlier, the whole band thing, I was just upset with my ex, it wasn’t a whole, prejudice thing, I swear.”

“Oh, no, none taken, trust us, we get it, we’re awful. You think that other band was bad, wait until you get Matty in here,” George rolls his eyes in remembrance of his goofy friend.

“Hey, come on, we’re not all bad, Adam keeps our shit together,” Ross adds in.

“Oh! Speaking of which, our other mate, Adam. He’s a great friend of ours, he’s our lead guitarist. He lives with his girlfriend a few blocks away, but he comes over all the time. Just to let you know,” George tells her.

The loft apartment has a comfortable amount of echo, another thing that was mentioned on the Craigslist listing, this Matty guy must really know what he’s talking about. She takes another full glance around, taking in all the sights, the glass grapes precisely placed behind the sectional couch. This place would make a fine home for her. 

“Well? What do you think of the place?” George speaks from behind her.

“The place? I mean the loft, it’s beautiful. All this exposed brick, I’m a sucker for it, I really am. I’m just not so sold on the whole concept of 3 male roommates. And don’t take it personally, I just have to be careful these days, you never know.”

“I understand where you’re coming from. I get it, really, I do. But why don’t we wait until Matthew gets home, let him chat you up for a while, and then we can re-assess this whole thing, see where you stand then?” George has a way of cocking his head to the side and making direct eye contact while speaking that really perfects a sincere effect, and Y/N wholeheartedly believes every word he says, smiling up at him. He would be a great car salesman.

“Alright, I’ll give it some time.”

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

The warm daylight had already fizzled away by the time Matty’s key sinks into the lock. Apartment 4D is old, so old, in fact, that the lock of wooden door sticks a bit. Because of this, Matty has the pattern engraved into his brain of how to unlock said door. First, you jiggle the key to the left, then push the door in, jiggle it to the right, push the door out, and with one last stomp of your foot on the welcome mat, the lock clicks out of it’s jammed position. Matty has considered reaching out to the landlord about this problem but if he’s being honest, he hasn’t seen the man in ages, it’s very likely that he may be a rotting corpse in the basement where his office is.

The hallway lacked light, so Matty’s eyes squint while trying to focus on the form of the door in the dark. Once the door swings open, however, the light from the open window (sunsoaked) lit up the wooden floors (beigey) and the entire apartment seems like the opening to the very gates of heaven, at least from Matty’s perspective.

Golden rays soak through the tastefully drawn curtains, something that was surprisingly not his handiwork, and he knows for a fact that neither Ross or George has an artistic eye like he does, at least not enough to care about something as trivial as a drawn curtain at golden hour. 

However, the two men are easily spotted standing side by side before the window, admiring the beautiful never-before-seen view this entire event gives. 

“You’re right, this really was the right move for the room. Looks beautiful now,” Ross speaks warmly, like the very golden rays are being absorbed into his skin, leaving behind the feeling of pure peace and love, and maybe a slight tan.

Standing at the very center of the heaven-esque landscape is a third, unknown figure, inches shorter than the other two, but he can see the light reflecting off of her hair and he could easily swear he may have truly entered heaven the moment the sticky door swung wide.

It’s like a scene straight out of a movie. She begins to turn, hearing the door has been opened, her hair swings back behind her shoulder, revealing her satin skin beneath. It all happens in slow motion. Her face is finally shown clear to him, she’s glancing at him over her shoulder, blinking once, eyelashes fluttering at the movement, and his heart wants to stop when he realizes it’s him that this woman has set her eyes on. 

“You must be Matty! I’m Y/N,” her manicured hand extends to reach out to him, and his eyes follow up from it, to her homemade bracelets on her wrist, the hemmed straps of her top, her shoulder, her shoulder, back to her pretty hair, and, most importantly, her pretty face. Truth be told, he did spend a little too much time taking in her breasts nearly on display through her fitted tank top, but that’s not as romantic, so he chooses not to focus on it. 

He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted something from him, and he knew in his heart that in this fleeting moment, he may be unable to deny her of anything she asked, no matter how impractical. 

And in that moment he knew that she was going to alter his life.

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fanfiction #george daniel #george daniel x reader #george daniel fanfic #george daniel fanfiction #george daniel fic #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald smut #ross macondald fanfic #adam hann #adam hann x reader #2014 aesthetic #2014 grunge #2014 nostalgia #2014 revival #2014 tumblr #2014 vibes #tumblr grunge #dark grunge #grunge

[steviesbicrisis]

Corroded coffin AU

Eddie promised himself he would moderate a little more his weed consumptions. Not quit, obviously, just avoid waking up and not remembering what he did the day before.

So, when he ends up in front of a goat, during one of their after parties, he knows he did some calculations wrong.

He pulls away the joint from his lips, just staring at the goat. Who seems to be staring back. What the fuck.

He frowns, glancing between his half-joint and the goat.

Gareth appears on his side «dude, what the fuck did you put in this?» Eddie gestures at the blunt between his fingers «I’m seeing weird shit!»

«whatever you’re hallucinating about, dude, can’t be weirder than this fucking goat»

«you see it too???» Eddie yells in Gareth’s ear, causing him to jump back.

«Jesus Fucking Christ, Munson! I need functioning ears to play!»

«How can I not yell? There’s a fucking goat at our after party!» he’s gesturing to the animal who, surprisingly, looked completely unfazed by the noise around them.

They start arguing about their dealer, then about the importance of pet care and somehow they end up discussing the constitutional rights of farm animals when two familiar teens awkwardly approach them.

«Oh, now I seriously hope I’m hallucinating because you two hellspawns shouldn’t be here! Where’s your mother?» Eddie shrieks. He knows that he will be blamed both for the goat and Dustin and Lucas' presence at their adults-only party.

«Uhm we haven’t seen him but we were just about to leave!! right, Dustin?»

«Oh yes, we wouldn’t want to impose on anyone here! We’re just taking Biquette back and-» Dustin grabs the rope tied around the goat’s neck and leans back, Eddie jumps both on his and Lucas’ shoulders, giving them no chance to escape.

«This thing is yours? Where did you get it? And why is it here» he’s using what Steve has many times defined as “parenting voice”, which seems to be working well, based on the scared looks on both boys’ faces.

«W-well, that’s not important! We’re taking him back, let’s go Biquette!» Dustin pulls at the rope, but the goat- Biquette- shows no intention of following him.

The goat seems content where it is for some reason.

«What even is a Biquette?» Eddie wonders, out loud.

«It’s a goat!» Robin appears behind Eddie and leans on his shoulder, smirking.

He jumps «what the fuck is going on today with you people appearing out of nowhere? Also, I can tell it’s a goat!»

«Dude, I walked like a normal person. You’re just high» she deadpans «and, for your information, ‘Biquette’ is goat in French. I personally suggested that name.»

«it’s called Goat the Goat?»

«Precisely.»

Eddie wants to laugh. It’s fucking ridiculous, he’s high, he’s celebrating one of the best concerts his band has ever done and the kids adopted a goat and called it Goat.

«I don’t know if Steve will be more pissed about you two being here or Baguette the Goat» Eddie wonders, bringing his half-joint to his lips once again. The situation is ridiculous enough, smoking a little more won’t change much, he tells himself.

«It’s Biquette!» Dustin, Lucas, and Robin correct him.

«Look, we just lost her after the concert and split so we could find him fast and bring her back home. But now that Biquette is safe with us we can go. Steve doesn’t need to know! Pleaseee» Dustin is using his puppy eyes on Eddie and he hates him because it is working.

«I can’t not tell him, He will find out and he would blame it all on me!»

«Eddie you can’t! Steve would make us bring back Biquette and if we do, they will kill her»

«who would kill her? What are you talking about?» He doesn’t even care about the goat, he wants to avoid making Steve mad.

Dustin and Lucas begin an intricate and very detailed description of their adventure they had before going to their concert, Eddie is kind of lost and Dustin is using too many words but he catches “not producing milk anymore” and “abattoir”. They’re describing the hardships of pushing a goat out of a small fence hole when he spots Jeff and Grant walking toward the exit with Will and Mike.

«Are you kidding me- hey! You little shits, come here!» the teens' eyes wide comically and they would've probably run off if it weren't for his bandmates.

«We were just kicking them out, they made up this ridiculous story about a goat just to stay here» Jeff informs him.

«Yeah, and we don't want to make Steve mad» Grant adds, shaking his head in fear.

Eddie wonders when his boyfriend got comfortable enough with his bandmates that he has no problem scolding them. He will never tell Steve but he actually loves it. Makes him all mushy inside and all that disgusting lovely dovely shit he feels since they got together.

He realizes he must be blocking the view of the goat and moves to the side.

«Biquette!» Will exclaims, relieved, as Grant says «the goat is real?»

Eddie can feel a very strong headache coming.

«Listen. I don't care about the tearful story of saggy old Goat the goat's rescuing, you four and not supposed to be here, that thing» he points dramatically at Biquette «definitely isn't supposed to be here and tonight I did one of my best performances yet so I deserve to get wasted, have some nice post-show sex» the four teens make disgusted noises and faces, Robin shakes turns away saying "too much info, dude!" but Eddie ignores them «and definitely not deal with this circus. So take this thing back where you stole it from and do it fast, before Steve finds out!»

«It might be too late for that. Also, bold of you to assume you'll be getting any post-show sex today.»

Eddie winces, shoulders down, and slowly turns around. Steve is behind him -seriously, what is it with everyone sneaking behind him tonight?- hands on his hips and grave look with Max and El right behind him, snickering.

«Oh, hi love! aren't you a sight for the eyes?»

«Flattery works on you Munson, not me. I'm taking the little shits home and then getting rid of that» he gestures at Biquette «because I can't have one fucking night of fun in my life, then we’ll talk about you going behind my back»

The teens erupt in protests, all of them giving their personal reason as to why they have to keep the goat "she's so cute" "they will kill her!" "we're family now!" and "the fence hole was too small, no way she can fit back there!".

Steve completely ignores them and takes the rope off of Dustin's hand, pulling towards the exit. Biquette pulls back, having no intention of leaving.

«What the fuck is wrong with this thing now? I thought the music was torturing it.»

«Actually, I think Biquette loves metal» Will points out.

«No fucking way dude» Gareth shakes his head, incredulous.

«No, Will might be right! She basically ran towards the stage before, remember?»

«Oh shit, she even ran into the party, it must’ve been because of the music!»

While they argue amongst themselves, Eddie has eyes only for Biquette. Suddenly, the goat doesn’t seem that old and saggy like before, she’s almost cute with that twitching eye and the knotted fur. Yeah the smell isn’t the best, but nothing a nice bath can’t fix, right?

«We’re keeping her» he doesn’t raise his voice, but somehow they all hear him and stop talking, looking surprised.

Steve is the one breaking the silence «no we’re not, no fucking way»

«Steve, sweetie, pleaseee» Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, pulling the cutest face he can master «it’s a goat who loves metal! How can I let her go? She will be brutally murdered! She loves my music Stevie.»

«We can just give her to a farm and let her live the rest of her days in peace! There’s no need to adopt something else.»

«there’s absolute need!! Right guys?» he turns to his band mates, who don’t look very happy to be put in the spot.

«I mean, having a Metal Goat would be fucking cool but, Steve us to be okay with it» Grant admits and Jeff and Gareth nod along.

«Wait, what? Aren't I the leader of this band?»

«Yes, and Steve is the boss of you» Gareth deadpans, making everyone -but Eddie- laugh.

He has still his arms around Steve’s neck «Pretty pleaseee, Stevie, love of my life, Apple of my eye, pretty b-»

«Oh my God, pleas stop! We can’t Eddie!» he’s exasperated which means, Eddie realizes with a grin, he’s very close at giving up.

«I promise I will feed her, clean after her and brush her!» he adds for good measure.

He stares at Steve with a small pout until Steve sighs «okay, okay, Jesus Christ, the fucking goat will stay.»

The teens erupt in loud cheers, Lucas even hugs the goat, regretting it immediately because of the smell.

Eddie is leaving kisses all over Steve’s face, giggling.

«Yeah okay, I get it!» Steve is smiling as well «But you have to take care of her, otherwise we bring her back.»

«Of course, I will I promise!I will feed her everyday, wash her and give her a metal make over!» the last part is accompanied by cheers from the rest of the band.

«No metal makeover please, poor thing. Ugh, I cannot believe you’re adopting a goat just because she likes your music!»

«You mean, we’re adopting! I accepted the custody of six kids for you! You can accept our little Biquette here.»

Even tho his plan succeeded, Eddie keeps his arms where they rest around Steve’s neck, and Steve pulls him close placing an arm around his middle.

«Just because I accepted this crazy idea, it doesn’t mean you’re getting any action tonight, Munson.»

«actually, I just managed to convince you adopt a goat, I’d say the chances of me making you change your mind about my well deserved post-show sex are pretty high.»

Their friends make gag noises and complains, Eddie even hears Max say “c’mon Biquette, your innocent eyes cannot see this thing”.

Eddie flips them off and grossly makes out with Steve, just to annoy their friends. And because he’s still high.

What a fucking night.

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Small note: thank you for this prompt, I had so much fun writing about it! I’m still laughing my ass off at the idea of a Metal Goat. Life is weird.

#steddie #bi steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steve harrington #steve and eddie #steddie headcanon #eddie munson #stranger things #platonic stobin #small fic #corroded coffin #corroded coffin au #stranger things on crack #Biquette the goat #sbc writes #ficlets #ask me anything

[kendizzzzzzzzle]

a little post about Kendall Knight and why I adore him sm

so, I’d want to start about how difficult his life probably was before BTR and LA. we know the fact that Mr Knight left bc he had an affair and ig it was somewhere about Katie being 3-4 and Kendall 9-10. so from the very beginning of his childhood he had to be the only man in the family. plus I guess his family was considered poor since, at least, Diamonds seem way richer (brook is a ceo of a beauty company lol). he had to work since they needed way more money than they had (mrs knight worked as a waitress, that’s a confirmed info): groceries, rent and Kendall’s hockey practice. I’m sure he had to babysit Katie while his mother had night shifts and he still managed to study well, work, be a leader in the hockey team, make some weird stuff with his friends and he sure helped his mom to do some house work. also I’d like to address that he also had an amazing personality. he is loyal, compassionate, friendly, kind, caring, smart and a lot of other adjectives. he’s that kind of guy who would help grandma cross the road but at the same time he would kill anyone who called James ugly. I’m sure that if one of the guys got detention, Kendall would make a plan how to get detention for others as well. he is the glue of the band (that is seen in several episodes) and always seems to find a way out. (also I prefer to think that he has a lot of meltdowns bc of the weight on his shoulders but of course he never shows it to others) I bet that the first time when guys saw Kendall cry (the reason doesn’t even matter) they were shocked and had to rethink that situation several times. the thing that I adore the most is that he doesn’t give a damn about anything but his family and friends. he doesn’t care about money or reputation - he just wants his close ones to be happy and safe. and if they’re not - Kendall will destroy the reason why. and I like to think that he is insecure about his looks and how he’s “leading” the group. he probably thinks that he is not enough, that he’s not what others think of him. and every time when there is a fight between guys - he thinks that it’s his fault. also the episode “big time tour bus” showed that he indeed cares about what others think of him. oh, and I forgot to mention that he obviously has some anger issues. but that’s not bad - that’s the part of his personality that makes him “Kendall”. also his anger even helped several times in the show, but if we’re talking about the Minnesota… I think he was the one who would yell at bullies and then punch them in the face. I can imagine guys hiding behind his back while some big guy was talking to him.

we love Kendall Knight and appreciate everything he does. one of the best characters in the history of nick shows.

#big time rush #btr #nickelodeon #kendall knight

[doublethot]

Aching Ch. 1 SteddiexReader

It wasn’t ever really part of the plan to go into childcare. You’d gotten a CPR certificate in college as a community service credit requirement, and at the end of your junior year had decided to take a gap year. During that gap year you fell into babysitting, the CPR training appealing to parents making you look more appealing than a rival sixteen-year-old who’d just got her driver’s license. Before you knew it your gap year had turned into two and you’d been hired as a full-time nanny for a prestigious client.  Your first year in childcare you’d built up enough of a rapport to get yourself hired by hot shot Harrington; Hawkins well known non-profit lawyer. His husband was a musician, a successful one, and neither one had as much time as they wanted for their daughter. Which was where you came in. You took a deep breath as you smoothed out the imaginary creases of your jeans before reaching out to ring the doorbell. The community was gated, but they had given you the information beforehand and you had entered without a hitch. Their house was sprawling, lush green grass, huge glass windows, beautiful flowerbeds. You’re jolted out of your thoughts by the door opening. You’re greeted not by Steve Harrington but by someone else. This man is tall, with broad shoulders, and long curly brown hair. His eyes are deep brown. He smiles sharply at you.

“He’s caught up on a business call, sorry about that darling. I’ll have to do for now. I’m the husband. Eddie Munson.” He thrusts a large, ring clad hand out, which you take, shocked at how warm and rough it feels against your skin. It sends a jolt through your body, and you try not to blush.

“Ah, the nanny!” His voice is booming. You blink in surprise.

“Yes, but uh I thought I was meeting with a Mr. Harrington?” You ask nervously picking at an imaginary fuzz on your jeans. The mans eyes trail over you for a moment, eyes resting on your fingers playing at the tops of your thighs, before clearing his throat.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, Eddie is just fine, come on inside.”

You toe off your sneakers once inside and follow after him in sock clad feet. The house is gorgeous. Warm tones of gray and blue paint the walls. There are family pictures hung up, along with pictures of what you assume are Eddie’s band, and pictures of people that look like close friends. It’s obviously a very loving home. You’re led to the living room and instructed to sit down. You sit easily on the large sectional and practically sink into it, it’s so plush. Eddie sits next to you, close enough you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It makes your stomach twist in knots.

“So, you’ve been babysitting for about two years now? You enjoy it?” He asks pulling out what you assume is your file. You nod and try to look anywhere but at him.

“I enjoy it a lot, I decided to pursue it full time instead of going back for my final year of college. It just feels right for me.” He nods easily flipping a page over and looking at it.

“You’ve never had any trouble with it, any incidents we should know about?” You shake your head immediately.

“Nothing bad. I’ve never put anyone’s kids in danger, never harmed anyone’s kids. I don’t do drugs; I would never drink alcohol while watching your child and I would never invite anyone around your children that you didn’t know or approve of prior.” He nodded and flipped another page.

“You definitely seem like a good girl. Don’t get me wrong, sweet thing. It’s just that we have to be cautious as parents. You also know what kind of work Steve and I are in right? As of now we are just looking for a nanny during the day but the position might change to be a live in situation. Is that something that you can handle?” You feel an ache start to grow between your legs at the sound of him calling you ‘good girl’ and ‘sweet thing’. You clench your thighs together.

“I’ve never acted as a live-in nanny before. But I live on my own currently and have no partner or children to worry about so making the shift shouldn’t be a problem for me if it’s needed Mr. Munson.” He laughs, loud and booming, waving his hand in the air in dismissal.

“Well, I vetted her again. Can’t be too sure now, can we?” The man counters playfully before standing up. Steve just scoffs before turning his attention to you.

“No Mr. Munson here! Just Eddie! Okay? Don’t need a young thing like you walking around making me feel like an old man like that.” You blush, and nod. “Your resume is solid, and you have glowing reviews. I don’t see a reason not to hire you.” He shrugs, holding a hand out to you. You blink in surprise and go to shake his hand when you’re interrupted.

“She was already hired Ed. I already vetted her.” And an exasperated voice interrupts you. You look over to see Steve Harrington walk in. He’s just as handsome as his husband, with tousled brown hair, an angular face, and dark eyes. He’s dressed casually, in a pair of jeans and a t shirt, his feet are bare. You feel a shock of arousal at that. It’s so domestic, so intimate. To be in their home and to see them this way, they’re so attractive and you get to see them like this. It should be a crime.

“I’m sorry about that! I got pulled into a work call and lost track of time. Its nice to finally meet you.” You stand quickly and go to meet his outstretched hand.

“Thankyou so much for the opportunity, Mr. Harrington.” You say politely shaking his hand. Trying not to notice how small your hand feels in his. Fuck, you really need to get laid. He laughs.

“Oh God no, Steve please. Call me Steve.”

“Right? The manners on this one.” Eddie pipes up laughing slinging an arm around his husband’s shoulders.  Before the three of you can continue talking a squeal interrupts you and a little girl barrels into the room.

“Daddy come and play!” she shouts. Eddie scoops her up easily and peppers her face with kisses.

“Poppy meet your new nanny!” he points to you and Poppy looks at you warily. You smile and wave. She curls closer to her dad and tries to tuck her face into his neck, shy and unsure.

“It’s nice to meet you Poppy, I hope you and I can be friends!” you chirp. Hoping to pull her out of her shell a little. She peeks out at you from her hiding spot.

“Friends!” she belts enthusiastically. You and her fathers laugh together.

It’s easy, working for the family. They are a lovely family. It’s obvious that they adore their daughter. In the mornings before they head off to work, they sit with her at the dining table and help her with her breakfast. As you clean the dishes you watch out the corner of your eye, as they cut up her food, chat quietly with her, kiss her. Doting, loving fathers. They are gone most of the day though, hard working and busy. Steve off doing his lawyering for nonprofits and Eddie with his music in the studio. They work long hours. So your day is spent entertaining and taking care of Poppy’s needs. It’s not always easy, but it is a joy. Playing princesses, fingerpainting, baking cookies, there’s always fun to be had together. It also helps that Poppy’s fathers are two of the most beautiful men you have ever laid eyes on. You know that they have no interest in you at all. They’re married to each other after all. But it’s nice to look, to dream. You haven’t been intimate with anyone in a long, long time. You’re currently leaning back against the counter in the kitchen sipping on a mug of freshly brewed coffee. You watch in interest as Steve sidles up to the coffee pot and pours himself some. Your gaze lingers on his biceps, visible in the black tee he’s sporting today. A warmth grows in your stomach. He takes a place next to you and you bite the inside of your cheek as you feel your sides press together.

“Do you mind staying late tonight? It’s date night for Eddie and I. We’ll pay you overtime.” He asks, blowing on his coffee. You take a sip and act like you’re thinking it over.

“Sure, no problem.” He leans a little more firmly against you.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? It is painfully last minute.” You shake your head.

“Nah, was just going to stuff my face on take out anyway. Not missing out on much, Poppy’s a better plan.” He grunts in understanding.

“You’re an absolute saint. I don’t know what we would do without you babe.” He flashes you a smile before moving away. “Feel free to order in tonight, I’ll leave some cash for you.” Then he heads out of the kitchen. Your heart is pounding, you can still feel his heat on your side.

“Alright ladies! We’re heading out!” You look over and feel your heart kick up at the sight. They’re both in black slacks and black dress shoes, Steve has on a white dress shirt and Eddie a black one. Steve’s hair is coiffed just so, and Eddie’s is pulled into a bun. They look amazing.

“Very handsome.” You compliment politely watching as Poppy runs up to say her goodbyes. Eddie winks lasciviously at you.

“Thank you darling.” Steve smiles and wiggles his fingers in a flirtatious wave. With that, they head out.  You get Poppy settled down for the night, and hunker down for the night on the couch with your take out. Flipping through channels, bored. You stay that way most of the night, curled under an afghan. You don’t bother to go upstairs to the guest bedroom reserved for you, dozing on and off throughout the night. You’re awoken at some point by the sound of the boys getting home. You crack an eye and are just about to get up to greet them when the sound of an unfamiliar voice stops you. It’s a woman’s voice. You freeze.

“Wow, what a nice house!” the woman says, loud, maybe a little buzzed.

“Sssh. Hun. Gotta be quiet. We got a sleeping kid and nanny in the house.” Steves voice. You grit your teeth. You hear a thump and a...a moan?

“Oh yeah fuck that’s good keep doing that you two…wait, fuck wait. I think someone’s down here.” You hear Eddie say and make sure to close your eyes quickly feigning sleep. You can hear his footsteps as he makes his way to the couch and stands in front of you blocking the light of the tv, his breath is heavy. You can feel as he moves the afghan up to cover your legs better. Then he moves away.

“What’s going on?” the woman again.

“Quiet.” Eddies tone is whisper quiet and severe. “The nanny is asleep on the couch. Don’t you dare wake her up. Everyone upstairs now.” You can feel tears prick your eyes as their footsteps fall away up the stairs. You stay very quiet and very still for a long while and are thankful for the giant sprawling house, that there will be no way for you to hear what they’re all up to tonight.

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