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fics-n-stuff · 1 year

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The Interview (and the year and a half to follow)

Pairing: Eddie Munson × Steve Harrington

Summary: When rockstar Eddie Munson reveals that he's married, and to a teacher no less, his fans don't know what to do with themselves. Steve and Eddie, especially Eddie, love the chaos. And he can't help but keep declaring his love for his mystery husband.

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A/N: This is a modern AU in which Steddie are in their early thirties and everyone else is aged up accordingly, and it's truly incredibly sappy. I wrote this all in one go at 2-4am before a shift at 9am, so it could be a masterpiece or it could be crap. You decide!

"My husband is a middle school teacher." Eddie had said, just trying to give the interviewer a little bit of background on his life. He hadn't expected it to set the internet on fire.

HE'S MARRIED?? TO A TEACHER?????

I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT HIS HUSBAND COULD BE LIKE!!!

IS IT AN OPPOSITES ATTRACT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP OR IS EDDIE'S HUSBAND JUST THE MOST HARDCORE TEACHER EVER??

ONLY A LEGEND LIKE EDDIE MUNSON COULD DROP SUCH A BOMBSHELL SO CASUALLY!!

"Eds, what the hell did you do?"

"All I did was say that my husband is a middle school teacher and now everyone's obsessed with you. I think they like the idea that I have a soft side."

"You're nothing but soft sides." Steve chuckled, engulfing Eddie in his arms as they cuddled on the couch. "Maybe I should be the famous one."

"In your dreams, Harrington." Eddie scoffed, playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

"If they like the idea that you're secretly a softie, maybe you should tell them that we're an emergency foster home. Or that we have seven pseudo-children."

"One thing at a time, babe. I don't want to set the world on fire."

Eddie didn't do another interview for a while. He was busy producing his band's next album, their fifth one, and spending time with friends and family between tours. But when Corroded Coffin was invited to be the musical guest on a late night show two months later, partly to promote a movie that Eddie was in (it would be his acting debut and he would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified that people would think he was absolutely horrendous), he had almost forgotten about the frenzy he had whipped his fanbase into at the reveal of the existence of his husband.

"So, a couple of months ago you let slip that your husband is a teacher." The host said to him when he sat down after performing his song, and the audience cheered. These were the questions they wanted answered.

"Yeah, a lot of people were surprised to hear that I'm married but I've been wearing a wedding ring for six years." Eddie smiled, holding his left hand up to the camera to display the simple silver wedding band on his ring finger. "I guess nobody really noticed because I wear a lot of rings."

"That's insane, you've been married for six years?" The host exclaimed, and Eddie nodded with a chuckle. "I have to ask, how did you two meet? I mean, a heavy metal rockstar and a middle school teacher are not a conventional pair."

"We met in high school." Eddie answered, and the audience awed. "Well, technically, he had just graduated high school and I was on my second repeat of senior year. We met through some mutual friends."

"That's so sweet. Isn't that so sweet?" The audience cheered at the host's prompt and Eddie giggled, his hair falling into his face. "Was it a love at first sight thing? How did you end up together?"

"Um, kind of. It was strange, he was a popular jock in high school and I was about as weird and unpopular as they got, but once we got to know each other outside of school we clicked fast. And he's hot, like really hot, so I fell immediately." The crowd laughed.

"Wow, that's fantastic. But, anyway, I need to move on before I get carried away. Let's talk about this movie you're in."

"Yes, let's."

Steve was watching the show at home, sat on the couch with Robin on one side and Dustin on the other who were poking and teasing him as they watched the tooth-rottingly sweet interview. Robin was the one who hopped onto Twitter to see what people were saying, and, once again, social media was ablaze. #eddiemunsonhusband was trending the whole next day, and Steve and Eddie found it hugely amusing.

Eddie slowly started opening up about his personal life after the overwhelmingly positive response to all his husband talk. At the premier of his movie, he walked Robin down the red carpet with him, telling the interviewers that the two of them and his husband were all roommates for a few years in his early twenties. In a radio interview he did in the lead up to his album release, he talked about how he ran the Hellfire Club in high school and how he was still friends with and still semi-regularly DMed for the kids that were in the club, and he told them about how one of the Hellfire kids was the one to initially introduce him to his husband. When the album released and the band did an interview with Rolling Stone, he told them about how supportive everyone in his life was of his music. He told them about the night's he would stay up writing Corroded Coffin's first album, his husband - then boyfriend - doting on him the entire time. And all of this served to fan the flames of his follower base because, even in opening up about his life and his friends and family, he never revealed who his husband was.

Steve didn't go to many of Eddie's public appearances. He never had; it wasn't his scene. And when he did, they kept their distance and kept things discreet until they were inside and there were no more cameras. When Eddie went out and released another morsel of information about his life, Steve sat at home grading papers or planning lessons and smiling to himself about his chaotic rockstar husband.

And then it was time for Eddie to go on tour again. Steve hated saying goodbye when Eddie went on tour.

The tour started in California and slowly snaked it's way across all fifty states, stealing Eddie away from their home in Indianapolis for six months. The faculty at Steve's school kept asking what was wrong in the first few weeks after Eddie left. He told them that his husband was travelling for work.

Eddie missed Steve too. Unapologetically so. For the first time on tour, he felt comfortable mentioning his husband. Every other night he brought up how much he missed him, usually as an introduction to one of their songs; one of the softer ones, off of their third album, that he wrote about Steve right after they got married. The audience ate it up every time. His bandmates always rolled their eyes and teased him after the show.

Eddie's tour landed back in Indiana right after Spring Break. Steve was thrilled to have him back, even if it was brief before he moved on to the next state. And Eddie was thrilled to know that, as he played his first night in Indianapolis, Steve was out in the crowd watching. Will, El and Mike had been out in the crowd when he played in California, Max and Lucas had come to see him in their recent new home of Chicago, and Erica, Nancy and Johnathan would be there when he played in New York City. But tonight he knew that Steve was out there in the crowd, with Dustin and Robin, screaming and cheering for him like he had from the start.

"Alright, this is the part of the show where I normally get all sappy about how much I miss my husband." Eddie said into the microphone, his skin gleaming with sweat. His fans cheered. "But not tonight. Because tonight, I'm pleased to say, my husband is here in the crowd." His fans screamed even louder. "And no matter how much you try you're not gonna spot him. You wanna know why? Because he's wearing my clothes so that he blends in with the crowd." Eddie grinned. The audience went wild. "This next one's just for you, sweetheart."

Out in the audience, dressed in a pair of Eddie's black jeans, a pair of Eddie's bulky boots and a t-shirt from Corroded Coffin's last tour, Steve felt his heart swell.

A year after the revelation of Eddie Munson's husband came the revelation of Eddie Munson's kid. Like the chaos gremlin he is, Eddie took to Twitter on a Thursday afternoon and casually announced that he and his husband were fostering a kid with the intention to adopt.

Like clockwork, the internet set ablaze.

The eleven year old girl had been in Steve and Eddie's care three times over the past two years before the adoption, spending about eight months in their care over the three stays. Then, when Eddie had been in the last month of his tour, Steve got the call that a kid needed a place to stay. Steve had got the second bedroom ready with clean bedding, made sure the cupboards were stocked with snacks. And when the social workers arrived, the girl had launched herself into Steve's arms, babbling about how happy she was that she had ended up with Steve and Eddie again.

It was unusual for Steve and Eddie to see so much of the same kid. They were an emergency foster home, they usually only saw kids for a few nights or a couple of weeks. And it was the same with her the first time she stayed with them. She stayed for twelve days before she moved to a different home. But then she was back. Only three weeks later she was back in their care and, for whatever reason, that's where she stayed for the next five months. It had been a year since Corroded Coffin released their fourth album, and they had decided they were taking their time with the next one, so Eddie was home and not very busy and perfectly happy hanging out with the kid that they hadn't expected to have for so long.

She went back to her parents at the end of the five months, much to Steve and Eddie's disapproval. But they hoped that they had cleaned up their act and she would be going back to a more child friendly environment. Unfortunately, she was back a year later. The social workers had brought her back to Steve and Eddie and asked if they could keep her for a few months again. Of course, they enthusiastically agreed, and the three of them settled in together for the next three months until she was taken back to her family again.

The third time was the final strike. There was no way she was going to be placed back into her parents' care. Steve had volunteered them to foster her for as long as they could. She had always been a wonderful addition to the home ever since her first stay.

When Eddie got home he was thrilled to see her. He'd been filled in on the situation over call, of course, but you couldn't hug someone over the phone. It was only a couple of weeks after Eddie got home that he and Steve started talking about the possibility of adoption.

Steve and Eddie had always wanted kids. At first, they had planned on adopting a baby, but after involving themselves in the foster system and seeing the demand that there was for people to take in older kids they decided that that was their calling. The girl coming into their lives in the way that she did felt almost like fate. And so they sat her down and asked her how she would feel about the whole thing. Much to their delight, she had enthusiastically agreed to the idea, and they started the process immediately. Eddie felt like this was a major development in his life and he wanted to share it - at least a vague bit of it - and so a month later he took to Twitter.

Things went pretty quiet after that. Eddie's label was organising for a European tour, but he made sure it wasn't too soon so that he would be around for the adoption process. And that was where he put all of his energy: into his kid.

The girl attended the school that Steve taught at, and Eddie signed her up for a dance class when she mentioned an interest. Steve helped her with her homework and bought her books and had long conversations with her in which he taught her things without her even realising that she was learning. Eddie nurtured her creative side, buying her art supplies and teaching her guitar and singing Disney karaoke with her on the weekends.

Corroded Coffin was nominated for a Grammy. It wasn't their first nomination but Eddie was excited about it anyway. They hadn't won a Grammy yet, there only really being one category for metal music and plenty of artists deserving of the award.

Steve and Eddie had their first Christmas with a kid. Wayne came over like he did every year, making it a real family affair. They went overboard with the decorations and wracked their brains for the best gifts to buy. They made a gingerbread house and watched an obscene amount of Christmas movies, and it was the best Christmas they'd ever had.

The adoption was finalised at the end of January. The whole thing had been smooth sailing, Steve and Eddie having proved more than capable of taking care of a child over the years. And now they had a kid and they were officially a family and things couldn't have been better.

And then Corroded Coffin won the Grammy for Best Metal Performance. Steve and their daughter had leapt off of the couch with cheers and whoops and fists waving in the air. And after his bandmates had taken turns at the microphone thanking their management and their fans and their families, Eddie had taken his turn for a speech.

"I have so many people that I want to thank, and they know who they are. My uncle Wayne, the Hellfire kids and all my other friends from back home, all of our fans and every friend we've made in the industry. But, obviously, I want to thank my amazing husband for tolerating my chaos and the fact that I write best in the middle of the night. And I also promise to try and change that habit now that we have a kid in the house, and you're allowed to hold me to that." He gave his speech with a massive grin, trophy gripped tightly in his hands, and when he stepped off stage he split off from his band and excused himself to call Steve, who had secretly bought a bottle of champagne and Eddie's favourite cake from his favourite place to celebrate the victory (because he'd had a gut feeling that Corroded Coffin was going to finally win this one).

Then, as if it had crept up on them, it was time for the European tour, which would steal Eddie away from his husband and daughter for even longer than the US tour.

Right before he boarded the plane, Eddie opened up Instagram, ready to cause one last stir.

The picture was one of Eddie's new favourites. Robin had taken it in their garden when she came over to hang out one random afternoon. Eddie was dressed peak rockstar, distressed black jeans and a studded leather jacket, chains dangling off him and hands covered in rings. And Steve was peak teacher, all blue jeans and a soft grey sweater, and glasses balanced on his nose. He was giving their daughter a piggyback, but the picture was from just an angle that you couldn't see her face, because she deserved her privacy even if her new dad was a rockstar.

Now that it's all official and I find myself with this perfect little family, I think it's time to finally show you all the amazing man that I share my life with. Everyone, meet Steve.

And, for the final time, the internet went crazy. It was unanimous; they loved Steve. And Eddie couldn't blame them, because he loved Steve too.

#steddie #steveddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fluff #steddie fic #steddie au #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

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steventhusiast · 7 months

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STWG daily prompt 2/10/23

prompt: finishing a big project

pairing/character(s): steddie

Steve jumps as he hears the door to the apartment swing open and then slam shut. He's in the middle of cooking pasta for dinner, and is thankful he wasn't in the middle of taste testing the sauce he's making for it, since it would have ended up all over him.

"Stevie!" He hears Eddie call excitedly from the front door, and smiles to himself.

"In the kitchen!" He calls back, and hears the loud sound of Eddie running to him.

"What's got you so amped up?" Steve asks once Eddie appears in the kitchen doorframe, a wide grin on his face and energy seeming to overflow out of him as he fidgets on the spot.

"They finally got through the campaign!" Eddie bursts out as soon as Steve's done asking his question, and then walks over to hug Steve from behind, resting the side of his face against the back of Steve's neck as he continues talking animatedly, "I've been trying to get them to go to this town for weeks now so they could finish the story, but they never asked the right questions or picked up the right things, but they did it, and all their characters made it through! And it was so awesome, the reveal worked so well and I think I even managed to blindside Gareth, which doesn't happen often-"

Steve continues to smile to himself as he listens to Eddie ramble, humming at appropriate pauses, and moving one hand from his task of cooking to hold both of Eddie's, which are wrapped around his waist.

Eddie trails off his rambling as Steve mixes the pasta in with the sauce and plates it up for them both, and presses a kiss to the back of Steve's neck before backing away to help set the table.

"Sorry. I know you still don't get DnD." Eddie apologises, and Steve scoffs. He brings their plates over to their tiny kitchen table, and levels Eddie with the most unimpressed look he can manage.

"Eds. I love hearing you get so excited about things. Doesn't matter that I don't understand some of it, I'm gonna enjoy listening because it's you." He says, and then sits down and grabs his fork before adding on, "You're cute when you ramble, anyway."

#steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble #mywriting

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for writing a paragraph on how I want to drop my friends?

(15F for ref, everyone in here is also F and around the same age)

In 2022, I returned from a six-week camp session with friends I only see once a year (pretty shitty experience ngl, but I still had fun), A couple days later, they accused me of stealing this girl's shirt since I was the last one to wear it. I told her I didn't and I wouldn't. I had a similar steal it because. They proceed to accuse me, so to get out my feelings I write this lengthy paragraph in my notes app expressing my thoughts and what I don't like about the group. This never gets sent out, and we stay friends.

In 2023, they went to camp again (for the last eligible year so it was very special to them), but I stayed home due to pre-existing commitments. This was also the time when the notes app trend was going on, a.k .a. where people would post their notes app and all the antics they wrote. I also posted a video like this, and on the sixth slide, I put the paragraph that I wrote in 2022 (it said 2022 at the top). They didn't immediately see this because they weren't allowed to have their phones, but I private the video before they got back due to a mental health issue I had accidentally aired out. At this time, I saw nothing wrong with the paragraph being included because all the issues had blown over.

A couple months later, I un-privated the video because YOLO and the group found it and immediately got hated on so hard for the video. They post pictures of me to social media stories write paragraphs about how awful of a person I am, create lies about me, and comment on all of my Tiktok posts where I talk about the issue, despite me being vague.

I don't know where I stand in this issue because yeah, I didn't go to the trip this year, and the paragraph was admittedly rude, but they didn't even give me a chance to explain, and getting body shamed on a private Snapchat story when they know I had an ED isn't something i think I deserve, but I need outsider perspective.

The paragraph for reference:

I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore. The whole entire time I was at camp I felt isolated because I was not as involved and as social with the boys as you guys were/are, and that might not be your fault, but you guys have no care in that being the only thing you discuss on this group chat. Every time I text about something else, it always gets pushed to the side and now you are accusing me of stealing (name)’s top. I agree, I was the last on to wear it, but distinctly remember throwing it back into (name)'s trunk. I am sorry it did not make the trip back home, but it is not my fault. I don’t want your slutty top anyways, I only borrowed it because my ebb to street wasn’t going to work. I have done so much for you guys, like letting everyone borrow my clothes, giving away my lululemon, and while some of my pieces were stolen, I am not pointing fingers at random people because I have control of my feelings. So many words have been wasted protecting the reputation of Cabin 10 from others who think you guys are attention-seeking whores (you want names? It’s the whole fucking camp), and everyone looked at me in pity when I cried into my hands because I was so sad. I have heard you guys talk shit about me in front of my face (*giggling and whispering* Are you going to try out for the play? No that’s weird. Both heads turn towards me, and laughter erupts out of the two mouths. You know who you are), and you guys have talked shit about each other to me, so I can only imagine what has been said about me. I felt ashamed about my passions, the only personality trait you guys addressed was that I was so mean and I was smart (you only revealed the latter on in private, the former was told to everyone). I am done feeling horrible about myself because you guys are so wrapped up in what every (camp) boy thinks of you, so I am cutting contact. You have ruined my camp experience to the point where I am not coming back.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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abibliophobiaa · 10 months

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Talking in Your Sleep

- eddie munson x afab!reader; 80s summer slasher au.

(Coming 6/25/2023)

Preview below the cut… 🛶🏕️

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The door opens and you really shouldn’t be surprised to see Eddie. Eddie’s standing there in a Metallica tank top, the sides cut for a larger hole, revealing the smattering of ink across his form. Heart clenching, you rise to your feet as Chrissy opens the door further and urges him into the open space, your arms circling his waist as he draws you flush against his chest. A hand rests on the nape of your neck, the other rubbing a slow circle between your shoulder blades.

Chrissy whistles a tune unfamiliar as she makes her way back to her bed, kicking her feet up on a pillow. Feeling your cheeks warm, you step back, mindful of your company. Circling your palm in his own, you drag him onto the front step of your cabin, taking in the glow of the moonlight up above. Wings of fireflies bat around you, their glowing bulbs flickering around the lamp hanging on the porch, a moonlit song only they know.

“I wanted to check up on you,” he says once the screen door is shut behind him, palm coming to rest on your cheek. “He’s an asshole. With that whole Henry Creel bullshit.”

“I’m okay,” you promise, leaning up to press your lips to his. “Don’t wanna talk about him.”

“Think Chrissy will let me stay tonight?” he murmurs, forehead pressing to yours. His nose slides down the bridge of yours, prods at your cheek until your lips twitch into a smile. His teeth flash with his grin at that. “There she is.”

“You're on duty,” you remind him, though the idea is tempting.

Summer before being Eddie’s girlfriend was one thing, your first summer as his girlfriend is another. Separation feels daunting. The craving to be near is stronger now than ever before.

“The little gremlins can survive one night with Steve.”

“Eddie…” He buries his face against your shoulder, swaying you left to right in his arms. “Thanks for coming. But I promise I’m fine. Plus, I think I actually made a new friend tonight.”

“You and Cunningham, hmm?”

“She’s…she’s actually really nice.”

“I’m glad.” His head shifts, lips pressing into your neck until you wriggle and writhe in his arms, earning a chuckle out of the man. “I’ll miss you. Maybe you’ll come visit me in my dreams.”

“You’re such a sap, Munson.” Nose wrinkling, you reach up to comb at the curls tickling your cheek. “Who knew?”

“There are exceptions to every rule.”

You grin, heart fluttering away in your chest as he takes a step back and makes his way down the stairs leading to your cabin. There are three words that bubble on your lips, three words you’ve never shared with anyone before. And it’s fitting they form for this man, this person.

But it’s not time. Not yet. So instead you lean your elbows onto the railing and blow him a kiss, snorting as he dramatically smacks it against his chest and falls backward into a heap on the forest floor below.

“Go, shoo,” you tease, giggling as he rolls over and pushes himself onto all fours, shaking out his hair.

“You wound me, sweetheart.”

Three words.

Not now.

“Goodnight, Ed.”

He grins. Waves.

Three beautiful words.

But you have all the time in the world anyway; there’s no rush.

“Goodnight.”

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader

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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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Not quite a prompt but I feel like Wayne Munson is that guy who does that typical Dad thing of claiming he doesn't like the family pet and proceeding to love it the hardest. Like, Eddie will bring home a scruffy looking stray cat (and jokes that he's going to name it Wayne) and Wayne complains that it'll make a mess and its Eddie's responsibility - but buys it food when he goes grocery shopping and puts an old sweater of his in a box so it has a warm bed to sleep in anyway. Eddie comes home to see the cat curled up on Wayne's chest as he takes a nap. Idk Wayne is a caretaker at heart and so is Eddie. Eddie brings home the cat, and then the hellfire kids, and then Steve; and Wayne grumbles but is 100% all in on taking care of them if they need it. Idk I just love the Munson boys and their big hearts

Wayne Munson is no stranger to strays in his house. It started when a young Eddie with freshly buzzed hair and a tear stricken face ended up on his doorstep no parents in sight. Wayne of course took him in with no hesitation and it was just the two of them for a few years.

One day it's storming hard at the trailer park and Eddie is looking more worried than usual, he's always been a bit afraid of thunder. Suddenly, before Wayne can stop him, Eddie has bolted out of the trailer into the storm. By the time Wayne has found his coat, a soaked Eddie has come back cradling what looks like bits of fabric. Wayne holds out a towel to Eddie who reveals his holding a small, scruffy looking grey kitten.

"Now where do you find that, son?"

"He's been meowing around the trailer for the last couple weeks, I've been feeding him scraps and I couldn't leave him out there."

"Well, I guess he can stay, but just til the storms over, don't need another mouth to feed."

The rain lasts two days and by then little Toothpaste had settled in with his own little cardboard box and an old sweater of Wayne's that he reluctantly gave Eddie for the cat. Toothpaste never does leave the trailer and despite Wayne saying they'd only keep him until he was big enough to look after himself Wayne would be the cat food and treats at the grocery store and ask the grocer for any left over fish bones. Once Eddie had come back to the trailer after Hellfire to find Toothpaste curled up on Wayne's chest, the next day Eddie had joked that he should be renamed Wayne Jr..

Toothpaste would thankfully be the only feline stray that would join their little family but soon Wayne would meet the gaggle of young teens that Eddie had pseudoadopted. He took a particular liking to the young redhead girl that he knew lived across the park from them and would often offer to teach her about cars whenever her mom was away.

The last stray that Wayne Munson would find at his door would be the most surprising. It was another stormy night when the Munsons heard a knock at their trailer door. Eddie was finishing drying the dishes and so Wayne had answered the door. He had not expected to see a broken and bloody Steve Harrington on the other side. Now Wayne knew that Eddie had become friends with the Harrington boy despite Wayne being wary knowing the boy's father. But knowing the boy's father meant Wayne didn't have to be a genius to figure out who had given Steve the black eye and broken nose.

Wayne had ushered the wet and shivering boy inside, straight to the bathroom where he sat him on the toilet and took out their med kit. Eddie had trailed behind them, instantly worried seeing Steve's face. Wayne had started cleaning Steve's cuts by the time Eddie caught up to them.

"Sweetheart, what happened?"

"My-My parents came home and um, I think they kicked me out, Ed's." Steve's words had slurred together, he clearly had a concussion.

"Well you're welcome to stay here as long as you need, son."

And both Munsons knew that this stray would probably never leave either.

#toothpaste the cat is back!#stranger things #wayne munson #eddie munson #ty for the prompt #the munsons #and strays #wayne is a good dad #wayne is a good uncle #uncle wayne #steve harrington #steddie #ficlet

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cheemscakecat · 2 months

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A little fanfic about BLU Spy.

TW: BLU gets confronted about the pictures he took. And why he shouldn’t have been so causal about showing them to Scout

When becoming a mercenary, one had to prepare for the worst case scenarios. Failure, torture, death… death of a loved one. All things that Spy had spent years preparing and accounting for. But RED team still found ways to push the envelope.

It all started with the 1st battle against the nearly identical looking RED team after his nemesis stole their intelligence. And the pictures. Spy kicked himself for falling for the Scout disguise and showing the enemy Spy the pictures. Pictures of said Spy and the BLU Scout’s mother having sexual congress.

BLU Scout was far too outgoing, too trusting. And very annoying, once he got tired of Spy trying to give him a taste of reality. So, those photographs of his two-faced mother were indispensable. The perfect way to wise him up, and now they were gone, wasted. Soldier stupidly shot him, his own teammate in an attempt to out the RED.

The team’s intelligence? Taken by RED Spy. The evidence of Scout’s mother acting treacherously? Most likely destroyed, and now Spy had no recourse for proving the truth to the boy. And of course, the whole team was angry about a singular Spy crippling them and getting away.

But he could use that anger to his advantage. It didn’t take much convincing to get Pyro and Demoman on his side. For one thing, they had been the last two killed in battle, distracted when RED bolted out of base, Scout struggling to catch up. For another, Scout was Pyro’s best and only friend. If anyone would want payback for that Spy outrunning him, it would be the dragon.

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They caught the RED Spy off guard. Together, Demoman’s bombs and Pyro’s fire incapacitated him. Spy watched his RED doppelgänger writhe with a satisfied smirk. Then he noticed the earpiece, which was now visible because fire had burnt a small hole in the Spy’s mask. He grunted an angry, desperate “NO!” as Jacques snatched the device. Demoman pressed his foot down on the RED’s belly to keep him from making any surprise attacks.

Spy heard a voice on the other end and slid the tiny microphone into his own ear, being careful not to reveal his face as he pulled up the mask. “Ay! I’m talking to you ******* , pick up!” It was RED Scout. Spy smugly turned towards his doppelgänger. “Alright! I’m not deaf! Just had to deal with those ****ed BLUs for a moment.” RED Spy gaped and wordlessly mouthed the word “No”.

Good. Now he knew how it felt. Even Pyro seemed to be holding back a hearty laugh. “We’ll hurry up and get to the control room. I ain’t waiting all day.” The RED -thoroughly beaten and helpless- struggled to free himself like he wasn’t going to respawn anyway. How stupid. “Don’t! You can’t-“ He pleaded. Spy merely aimed the revolver at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

He found the RED Scout slouching about near the control room. “Took ya long enough! Thought’ ya planned ahead!” Spy frowned. “It’s not my fault! Those BLUs were paranoid as Hell.” RED pursed his lips and glared like a spoiled child. “Whateva. I bet they’re halfway to the intel by now. We gotta get movin!” Spy tilted his head and jerked it towards the hallway.

Scout blinked at him incredulously. “Don’t change your plan now! Ya said you wanted to lead!” Curse that lousy RED Spy, he planned ahead. “I was just making sure you remembered. Keep your voice down boy, they could be here any minute.” Spy hissed urgently, pretending to be concerned. The Scout stared at him with an unreadable expression. “Well come on! You’re the impatient one.” He urged. The Scout put his hands in his pockets and meandered forward,

Spy didn’t like having the enemy behind him. It was supposed to be the other way around. He’d have to come up with a good reason to pull out his revolver. Maybe pretending a member of his team was-

Something heavy hit him square in the back of the head. His RED Spy disguise disappeared. **** it! He caught himself haphazardly before his head could hit the floor. Scout was just snapping out of his shock when he turned to face him. “I KNEW IT!” He roared. Jacques glared up at him and lunged with his knife, but the Scout easily dodged. He got smacked upside the head again with a red baseball bat. Scout must have pulled it out of his bag with an absurd lack of sound.

Before long the relentless RED Scout had pummeled Spy with the bat until he was unable to move. He was still awake though, which meant he could be taunted. Scout squatted down with a satisfied goonish grin. “Hard to stab a guy in the back when he’s beatin your fricken head in, huh?” Spy refused to respond to the man-child.

RED cocked his head to the side and sneered with disgust. “Our Spy’s a lotta things, but an idiot ain’t one of ‘um. Like Hell he’d call me boy.” Spy cursed himself in his head. Of course they didn’t call him boy, he had a bad attitude the size of Texas! How could he forget…

“Ah! Scout! Can you refrain from killing that Spy, please?” No. Not him! Spy looked on in horror as the RED Medic strode towards them, holding some strange device. The Scout shuffled in confusion, his shoulders tensing. Even the REDs fear him. “Thank you! I have a vunderful new machine I’d like to try.” “Oh! Uh, you wanna use this Spy?” The Scout relaxed, realizing he wasn’t the target.

“Yes! It’s so lucky I caught you like this, we usually kill the BLU team so fast..” Spy tried not to panic, especially since the mad Medic was staring. “Uh… Yeah man. Do what’cha want.” From his tone, Spy could tell that Scout was just as surprised as him. No, no NO! “I’ll leave ya to it then, doc. I gotta go fight n… all that.” The excuse fell on deaf ears, for the Medic was too busy with his device and bone saw to listen. Spy watched hopelessly as the enemy Scout left him alone with the freak.

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Decapitation. That’s what the Medic went with. Under normal circumstances it would have been fine. Spy would merely die and respawn back at BLU Base. But RED Medic was anything but normal. And that’s why he was still alive, hooked up to the device and being carried around like a trophy. Spy forced himself to keep a poker face, to try to conceal his fear. He didn’t want to give the Medic any sick kicks or new ideas. Whistling, the Medic trotted into RED’s respawn room with him. The other teammates froze in surprise.

There were rumors about this Medic. Rumors that were not unreasonable. They knew for sure that he experimented on his own team, replacing vital organs with the animal equivalent. There was much speculation about what such a mad-man was capable of, what his end goal could possibly be, and how insane he was. But one of the worst rumors was that he was cannibal. It made sense, what else could he be doing with the discarded organs? On second thought, Spy didn’t want to know.

So he wasn't really surprised when the RED team spoke cautiously with the mad-man. “What’cha got there, Doc?” The Engineer asked. He spoke with the cadence of a mother or school teacher. With underlying unease, of course. The Medic shifted in excitement and held him out further, so they could see.

“I’ve designed a machine to keep heads alive! There’s a vindow of opportunity after the spine is severed, and I wanted to put it to use! Say something!” He shook Jacques’ head like a toddler with a Christmas present, then paused to let him speak. It was risky, but he knew exactly what to say. In French, he viciously insulted Germany; their food, their leadership, and their women. A short but appropriate phrase he learned back in occupied France.

The RED Medic laughed loudly until he was nearly out of breath. “Oho! Ho-ho, that is true!” He UNDERSTOOD?!

———————-

Nicotine was the only tool getting Jacques through the stress of what was happening. Thankfully, the RED Medic provided him with a steady supply of bitter, cheap American cigarettes. It was cold in the fridge. He felt light in a very uncomfortable way; like a balloon that a child failed to hold onto, rising into the sky with the knowledge that he’d pop from the air pressure. He missed his hands, and he missed his heartbeat, and he missed the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He missed eating and he missed warmth.

He didn’t hate all Germans, but he sure hated this one. He liked the BLU Medic well enough, and looked up to the escaped artists and filmmakers who made it to Hollywood during the war. But he hated RED Medic and his stupid feral grin.

Over the next few days, Spy heard incomprehensible voices through the fridge walls. He could discern the number of people in the room, but never what they were saying. RED Medic was always chortling and talking to his birds. This time, he could tell that the Medic had left the room, leaving him with one other enemy teammate. It turned out to be the RED Spy.

It was an embarrassing situation, being a disembodied head in a fridge and all. But the RED surprisingly didn’t taunt him or gloat about the situation. It actually looked like he didn’t know what to say.

But Jacques knew that RED had a score to settle with him. He had gotten pictures of him and the youngest BLU Teammate’s mama having intercourse. No Spy or man in general would take that invasion of privacy lightly. RED was probably there to interrogate or torture him, since he hadn’t come to gloat.

BLU prepared himself for whatever might come next, strengthening his poker face and praying that the RED would accidentally detach the battery on the device under his neck. He may just be put out of his misery.

RED Spy sighed in frustration and looked away. He paused, still bent down with the fridge door open. Evidently being a decapitated head wasn’t enough punishment for what had happened. Wait. My mask. What if he’s here to take my mask? Jacque himself had only bothered to take the dirtier pictures to see if he could get a picture of RED maskless. But he’d been planning to give it to the Administrator, and had no idea who RED might reveal his identity to. Or who in his family would be in danger.

He tried not to balk at the idea. “Look” RED started. He sounded tired. “We both know what you did.” Spy forced a poker face, hoping he wouldn’t give RED the satisfaction of seeing him fearful. Hoping he wouldn’t slip up. “But it would be childish of me to pitch a fit. You snuck past me fair and square.”

Jacques blinked in surprise, the first reaction he had shown since getting trapped here. He’s not planning revenge? Why? The RED teammate kneeled down closer, frowning grumpily as he did. He stared at his foe with a heavy exhaustion dimming his eyes. This was unexpected.

”You still have more of those pictures, I presume?” “Yes.” He replied without hesitation, feigning confidence. The truth was he might have one or two more of the photographs left, buried under files or tucked away somewhere. But the RED Spy had taken the majority, if not all of the pictures when he stole their intelligence that day. Disguised as poor, naive little Scout.

It was a shame that he’d probably never find another one of those photos, the boy needed to know. He needed to stop trusting his mother with whatever information she knew, so she couldn’t consort with this enemy teammate. But Spy could play the part of someone who still had a collection of evidence, at least long enough to fool RED Spy.

“When we let you go, there won’t be any way to stop you showing him.” The RED Spy sounded almost defeated in addition to exhausted. He looked away, putting his hand over his mouth and letting it fall. When he looked back, his eyes were pleading.

“Can I just make one request?” “What sort of request?” “Don’t show him the pictures of her naked. I saw that you had photographs where she’s clothed, and those will get your point across.” Jacques blinked up at him dully.

“And why should I be so discerning?” You two are the ones going behind the boy’s back for cheap pleasure. RED inhaled and exhaled with a slight shudder. “It doesn’t matter if he hates me. I’m an enemy teammate that he’ll fight regardless. But it matters if he’s estranged from his mother. They’re family.”

Spy felt a burning, deep anger swell in his veins, even without a chest. Family? “Oh, so she can keep mining his naive *** for information? So she can keep lying to him and playing with you? Please, don’t make her sound so innocent.” RED Spy glared at him suddenly, before his expression softened and he looked away. He sighed softly.

“She’s not a double agent. For all you know, I could be lying to her.” Jacques hadn’t considered that. “Look, it’s going to be hard enough when he confronts her over the clean pictures. She’s not the type who’d document her bedroom activities.” Red swallowed. “It’ll distract her, make her stumble over her words thinking about her son seeing things he was never meant to. I’m sure the pictures are an issue she’d like to discuss calmly with him.”

Spy though for a moment. He really didn’t know how guilty Scout’s mother was, or how the real boy would react. But now he knew that RED Spy cared about it. He could take advantage of that, but something held him back. The way the enemy Spy talked and his body language reminded him of something. He couldn’t place it, even with the gnawing familiarity.

But more than that his thoughts drifted to his own mother, and what would happen if there were dirty pictures of her. If he were young, and hormonal and stupid. If some creep showed him pictures of her private business, blaming her for a crime she didn’t commit.

Mrs, Murneau was a cheerful, upbeat civilian who kept her private matters private. And it would be hellish to put her through something like this. To have her son barge in with 500 questions and a file folder of disturbing content, questioning her integrity. And he could picture her horror and difficulty in defending her name, even if she was innocent. He felt a sinking pang of guilt.

If RED Spy wasn’t lying, Scout’s mother was the same way. In fact, Scout might have gotten his overly friendly and trustful personality from her.

“That is something to consider..” RED Spy stared. “Alright. I’ll sort through and find the clean ones. You have my word.” The RED sighed with relief, relaxing his tense shoulders. He’d been expecting his rival to remain unyielding.

“Thank you.” This time when he looked away, it was more casual. “Before I go, would you care for a cigarette?” “You keep a cyanide handy?” “Thankfully, there’s no need. The others are ironing out the details with Medic, but you should respawn sometime this evening.” He stared in shock. They were going to set him free? He’d get his body back! He’d finally be back at BLU base and away from that freak doctor!

Jacques tried hard to conceal his excitement and remain somewhat professional. “If you wouldn’t mind, then.” RED pulled the nasty, cheap cigarette out from between BLU’s teeth and replaced it with one of his better quality ones, lighting it before he closed the fridge door. He savored that good cigarette, which wasn’t the same brand he preferred but tasted delicious and smooth. It was sweeter and lighter in flavor than the ones he bought, which meant the hidden cyanide would stand out less.

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When he spawned back at base, the rest of the team was caught off guard. Apparently he’d been gone for four days, but everyone assumed that he’d taken vacation time. It was his habit as a Spy not to announce his days off ahead of time, so he couldn’t be mad at them for the assumption. When he told them that that RED Medic had decapitated him and kept his head alive, they were horrified.

BLU Medic, who unfortunately looked almost identical to RED, was gibbering and tutting like a hen whose babies jumped in a puddle, and examining him already. Jacques repressed the urge to fight the poor Medic as he got up in his face looking for injuries. He’s only doing his job. It’s not his fault the freak has the same face as him.

The last thing he wanted was to be examined by another German, and that feeling boiled over when the doctor unexpectedly pulled up part of his mask. Before he could think, Spy found himself violently pushing Dr Ludwig and tugging his mask back into place. There was a very awkward hush as Scout and Pyro helped the doctor to his feet.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you what I was doing.” Still shaken by having more gloved hands on his neck, Spy could only nod curtly. Fritz couldn’t blame him for being jumpy and lashing out. “What were you checking for?” He asked apprehensively. “Um… Respawn complications on your neck. Or anything that the crazy Medic might have.. left?” He was not terribly surprised when Spy decided to head to bed for the night without a checkup. He wasn't ready.

———————-

after excusing himself to go to bed and rest, Jacques throughly checked for anything wrong with his neck. He’d insisted that Medic leave him be, but had no intention of dying or getting an infection from an unseen wound. Thankfully there was nothing suspicious, which soothed his nerves and the paranoid itch he’d been feeling. Then he was free to appreciate having his body.

He flexed each of his fingers in turn and balled his hands into fists. He put a hand against his chest to feel his own steady heartbeat and breathing. Jacques felt like sprinting through a field of tall grass - no, wheat- actually tulips, tulips and hyacinths. And then he wanted to roll around the warm grass, not that he’d let his team know that dirt didn't bother him. He had an image to uphold.

But here in his room, with its kitchen and amenities, he was free to celebrate.

Spy set a large pot of water to boil and grabbed a hefty serving of frozen cheese stuffed pasta from his fridge. He chopped and fried up some salty ham, and made a really good béchamel sauce with white wine, cheese, and heavy cream.

When his meal was ready, he devoured it like a starved animal and emptied half a bottle of brandy. After about 3 cigarettes and a glass of wine, he finally got into his pajamas and tumbled into bed. And even as someone who preferred to avoid sleep, he was content to curl up in the bed in the safety and comfort of his own room and body.

#tf2 #dadspy #tf2 spy #emesis blue #tf2 medic #Alternative title: RED Spy trying to accept the fact that one of his sons might resent him over those pictures

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nihidea-art · 4 months

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A MetalhEd question/prompt from Instagram! Thanks @boss-duck!

First of all, OF COURSE it's angsty. Complicated.. kind of.

Hoho leaves the family around the same time he does in canon (so when the boys are about 3/2 years old), and he doesn't have as good a justification as in canon. There are reasons he tells himself it's better for them if he's not around but, well.. long story.

Anyways, the boys have no idea where he is or if he's still alive even, and MetalhEd resents the shit out of him of course.

Once he's at university, he goes into biochemistry research (working on vaccines to prevent cases like Trisha in the future), and while researching he stumbles upon Hohenheim's name in a book. Turns out he's teaching at some uni across the country, doing research in immortality/extending life.

A while later Ed's invited to attend some conference or other while he's still undergrad (bc this is Ed after all). During a networking event in the evening, his advisor decides to introduce Ed to one Van Hohenheim who is also attending because I'm sure you could benefit from his expertise.

You can imagine what happens next.

Hohenheim hears the name Edward Elric and just kind of freezes and in Ed's head the kill bill siren goes off as soon as he sees Hohenschwein, so of course he decks him.

Ed's advisor is mortified, but Hohenheim, who's sitll antisocial and awkward, though not 500 years of antisocial and awkward, just kind of waves him off and asks Ed how he's been, how are his mother and his sister.

Obviously Ed immediately decks him again, knocking him down and drawing blood this time. "My brother's fine, no thanks to you. Call him my sister again and you won't be getting up this time."

Hoho asks about Al's name as he picks himself back up, rubs at his bleeding lip. "You pack quite a punch. Like getting hit by a fist of metal."

"You got a problem with that?"

Hoho stares at him, his gloved hand, and Ed reluctantly pulls off the glove to reveal his automail.

"Edward ... what happened?"

"You lost the right to know when you walked out on us, asshole."

Uhhh I'm gonna cut it off here, this is a very abridged version, but any more than this would get to be too long i think 😅

#fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #van hohenheim #metalhEd #make good art #make fan art #digital media #digital drawing #long post #feat ed's attempt at looking halfway professional

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petersbaby · 2 years

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Possessive!stepbroeddie

OKAY it’s finally done.

*disclaimer that you are 18*

Warnings: a little bit dark maybe? Stepcest, jealousy, fingering and that should be it

It’s 8:30 on a cool dewy august morning. You ate like usual, made and drank your coffee and headed out the door.

Once in the car and away from your parents, you ask Eddie a question as he begins the drive to school. You could drive, technically, just didn’t have a car. Not enough money saved up to buy one. Because of this, you had been borderline taking advantage of his sweet spot for you, getting him to take you a bunch of places.

“Soooo… would you take me to a party tonight? Pretty please?”

“Is your mom okay with that? If so, why don’t you ask her to drive you?”

“You know she’s not. Come on, please.” You give him a sweet smile, the one that always got his knees a little weak.

“Fine, you little shit.” He says jokingly, “Who’s party anyways?”

“Umm, just a girl I know. I’ll tell my mom I’m spending the night at one of my friend’s houses”

He lets out a quiet and defeated “mhm, sure” as you pull into the parking lot.

“Bye, eds” you say as you jump out of the passenger seat and head to your first class.

After school, you ride home with him like usual. Once you get there, you tell your mom you’d be having a sleepover that night, to which she just says “okay”.

You head to your room excitedly to start picking what you want to wear. You eventually land on a low cut tank top and a black skirt. Until you got to the party, you decided to pull the skirt down a bit further and to cover up your chest and the sliver of midriff with a big fluffy cardigan sweater.

9pm comes around and Eddie shows up at your bedroom door.

“Do you want to go or not? I’m not waiting all day for you to get ready”

“It’s only like 9, what are you 70 years old??” You call out to him.

“I am not 70, thank you very much. Cmon.”

You swing open your door and he’s shocked by just how beautiful you look tonight.

Makeup done nice and pretty, mascara making your fluttering eyelashes more pronounced, black eyeliner (which he liked, A LOT), and a little bit of glitter on the inner corners of your eyes.

You said bye to your mom and step dad, and they tell Eddie to drive safe.

Once you’re near the address on the invite, you have him pull over a little farther back from the actual house. Once again, you really didn’t wanna be seen in this nasty van.

He puts it in park and you start to fix your outfit. First, you pulled off the sweater to reveal your tits halfway out and prominent. His gaze instantly falls to them.

You stand up after getting out and pull your skirt back up to it’s original (short) length.

“Hey, hey, woah.”

You look at him, “what?”

“Why are you taking your clothes off?”

“I’m not taking my clothes off, you’re exaggerating. I just had to tweak the outfit a bit so my mom wouldn’t see it.”

“You’re so sneaky, you know that? And you are not going in there like that.”

“Hm. Well, bye. Come get me around midnight, maybe one, and bring me back home.”

“Hey.” He snapped at you, and you freeze at the sudden bitterness in his tone.

He gets out of the car too, and walks over to you to grab your wrist before you can walk away from him.

“I said you’re not fucking wearing that.”

“You’re not my dad.” You retorted.

“No, but I’m your big stepbrother and I have to protect you whether you want me to or not. I’m going on with you.”

“Wha- no you’re not. Please just leave.” You beg, wanting this overprotective act to be over.

The truth is, he knew you’d have guys all over you.

He couldn’t stand the images playing in his head, or the fact that one could hurt or take advantage of you.

“I was trying to be nice, but you look like a slut, okay? You’re gonna attract a lot of attention, but not a good kind. I know what guys think.”

“What do they think, exactly?”

He’s growing more and more frustrated at your arguing and defiance. He pulls you by your arm over to his side of the van, which was the one facing the woods instead of the other houses on the street.

He pushes you up against the side of it, and you shiver at the feeling of the cold rusty metal on your back.

This is soon paired with two cold hands slipping under your skirt, firmly grabbing handfuls of your bare ass that was uncovered since you’d worn a thong.

“Jesus fucking christ. You were really prepared to be a whore tonight. Well it’s not gonna happen.” His legs was slotted between your legs, and one of his hands was around your throat and squeezing lightly.

“Eds, please. I’m sorry I- I….” Tears start to sting in your eyes at his harsh words.

“Hm? What’s the matter with you? Have you lost your mind?”

The tears spill, running quickly down your cheeks as you completely surrender.

His grip on you loosens and he relieves some of the pressure he was creating by pressing his body against yours tightly.

“There it is. Don’t have anymore arguing left in you, do ya?” You shake your head quickly. Tears streaming down your face, you decide to just call off the whole thing. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Let’s just go, eds, I couldn’t go in there now even if I wanted to.” You say, motioning to your visibly upset face. You walk around again to return the his passenger seat and shut the door hastily.

You felt completely embarrassed and confused as to why he freaked out on you like that. When he gets back in the van, no words are said as he starts to head presumably back to your house.

You ended up the very end of the road which is a dead end, sort of a cul-de-sac that was never finished. No houses, no street lights. You just assume he’s using it to turn around, but the van comes lurching to a stop.

All is dark except for the small interior light on the ceiling.

“You just wanted some attention, hmm? Is that it?”

“I-I don’t know, I guess so. I don’t know.” You look down, ashamed and belittled. He reaches over to swipe his thumb across your face to catch the warm tears off of it as they appear.

“Look at me. Hey. I’ll give you some, okay? Only me. You need something, you ask me, not go running to some random drunk guys.”

You nod, realizing that he’s pretty spot on. Of course you loved attention, who doesn’t? You just wanted to feel wanted. To have someone look at you like you’re beautiful. But he does, in this moment.

He crawls to the back of the van where the back seats had been taken out to carry stuff, like speakers and other band equipment.

It wasn’t very graceful, but he got back there. There were scattered blankets covering the nicotine stained interior fabric on the floor, and he patted the space in front of him.

You come to him, crawling between the two front seats to come resting on your knees in between his legs.

“C’mere. I’ll give you what you wanted. You want me to touch you, to tell you how hot you look, how beautiful you are? To tell you how amazing your body is in this outfit?”

He runs his hand through your hair.

“Maybe not now, you look a little crazy. You know, mascara all down your face.” He jokes and you punch him in the arm. He wets his thumbs with his spit which is kind of gross but endearing and did his best to get the black streaks off your cheeks.

He kisses you gently, treating you as a breakable object that he doesn’t want to hurt again. He hated seeing you cry and felt bad that he did. You crawl into his lap, straddling him. You dig your head into his shoulder for comfort, breathing in his signature scent that you wouldn’t find anywhere else in the world,

He starts to kiss your neck and starts to suck when he gets to your collar bones, definitely leaving bruises. He feels you up and down, all over, on top of your skimpy outfit.

“You’re beautiful, okay? And I know that everyone else thinks so, too, so you don’t have to go out and try to prove it. That’s all I was trying to say. Maybe I got a little mean.”

“A little?” You sniffle, looking at him trying to be serious but not able to stop the smile that starts to form on your face as you look at him. He just wants the best for you, you couldn’t be mad at that.

He reaches down, first to pull your panties to the side, but then decides to take them off altogether. You shimmy to try to help get them off, and immediately after they are, you return to sit on his lap, one leg on each side.

He slips his fingers in between your folds, the contrast of his still chilly hands and your heated core making you gasp and jump a little.

“Shh, calm down. It’s just me.” You relax into his touch, and he takes his time with you. He pulls the straps off your shoulders and kisses them, moving down to your breasts which he kisses the top of.

You pull the shirt the rest of the way down, the cool air hitting your nipples as they completely harden. He takes one, and then the other, into his mouth. Switching between sucking and kissing them. Once he feels you’re adequately wet, he slips his two fingers inside of you, deeper than you can reach with your own.

“Beautiful, baby, so beautiful. You’re mine.”

Your head falls forward at the words, resting on his shoulder once again.

“Oh fuck, please”, you moaned, but softly and right against his ear which gives him goosebumps. He continues to work you with his fingers, starting to curl them inside of you every now and then. You mewl, almost uncontrollably. Your sounds just give him more energy and satisfaction, maybe a little ego boost.

“I feel you squeezing, close already?” He smirks.

“Mmh, yes.”

“Good girl, come on then”, he responds and quickens the pace and intensity of his fingers fucking you in and out.

You want to cry out, but bite down on his shoulder instead as your whole body tenses and relaxes, and you didn’t know how bad you needed this release until now.

“So pretty, look at you. This is all you wanted, isn’t it?”

Removing his fingers, he kisses you again. “Happy?” You can only nod. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Now cmon, put the sweater back on and we can go get some food.” He says, grabbing it and handing it to you and climbing back up to the front and you follow.

A couple hours after your departure, you arrived back home. Your mom is surprised, and asks you what happened.

“I just changed my mind, then we went to get something to eat and they took a long time at the restaurant.”

She seems satisfied enough with that answer. You both head upstairs to your respective bedrooms.

#tw stepcest #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stepbro!eddie

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lightvixxen · 1 year

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I REALLY need and Eddie x plus size reader where she’s insecure about having a large stomach but Eddie adores it

Note to self: don’t write in app or you will lose everything holy fuck i already wrote this once and lost it!!

Anyways: fluff, slightly suggestive but its just eddie being Eddie, self worth talk.

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“I just don’t get what you see in me, eds” you told him, looking at your boyfriend through the mirror. Your shirt was hiked up just under your boobs, revealing your stomach and stretch marks.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks you, looking up and meeting your gaze through the mirror, Eddie was laying on his bed, flipping through one of his books.

“I don’t get why you wanna be with someone who’s, you know-“ you gesture to yourself and your body, your stomach, your thighs, and your arms.

Eddie looks fucking baffled at the fact you would insinuate your anything but beautiful. Eddie loved your body and didn’t keep it secret, he showed you off to the world, even pushing you to dress outside of your comfort zone.

He also looked almost…offended? He looked like you had just insulted him instead of your body.

“There’s tons of reasons, hello?! First of all your extremely comfortable to cuddle with, I have more to love with you! Second, your cooking is fucking amazing, seriously sweetheart I don’t know how I managed without you.” You could tell he was going to go on a ramble, he always did. This was basically routine, you would say something bad about yourself and he would counter with good things, more things that you couldn’t counter.

Eddie got up off the bed and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and making sure you kept eye contact with him.

“You see this?” He grabbed your stomach, shaking it lightly. “I fucking love this, comfiest pillow ever and have you seen yourself in a crop top??” You roll your eyes, Eddie had a fixation with your stomach in particular, laying his head on it, blowing raspberries on it, kissing it, leaving hickeys. His hands fall slightly farther down to your hips.

“And your hips? Fuck baby don’t even get me started! They’re so easy to hold onto while I-“ you felt your face get hot, hiding it with your hands.

“OH MY GOD EDDIE!!” Eddie chuckled, grabbing your hands and bringing them away from your face.

“My point is, sweetheart, I love you and that means all of you, now if I ever hear you talk bad about my girl again we’re gonna have problems, got it?” You giggle and nod, you hate to admit it but you were feeling better about yourself, Eddies tactics worked.

“Good, cause you know I have no problem bending you over at this mirror and-“

“EDDIE!!”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #Eddie musnon fluff #eddie munson x fem! reader

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darlin-djarin · 1 year

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i should sleep but i need to talk about the skywalker family and their chromosomes

it starts out a little silly but i promise i get deadass once i start talking about luke and how he was born.

now, it all starts with anakin.

anakin had no father, his mother birthed him like he was jesus (jesus intersex representation?? 😨 that’s another story) and she could only give him X chromosomes. that means either anakin didn’t have chromosomes, he had two X chromosomes, or he had just one X chromosome. considering his mother birthing him and his fatherlessness (loser), it’s most likely that he had a single X chromosome. therefore he was intersex.

now he probably still had cock and balls (derogatory), otherwise he couldn’t have had kids with padme. if the jedi order had a sex ed class (they probably did tbh), then anakin would probably know or realize that he only had one X chromosome, and therefore he realized he’s intersex.

as much as i love the idea of non-binary anakin- let’s be real guys. anakin would be those types of dudes who, when asked what their pronouns are, would answer with “nor/mal”. people would mention his beauty or his feminine demeanor and he’d be like “i’m not gay”. or something like that. i’m projecting my homophobic brother’s personality onto him. they’re very similar and i’m not particularly fond of either of them. at least, not anakin in the prequel movies.

my big boy chad master anakin in the clone wars had ultimate lightskin rizz.

anyway so onto luke.

it gets serious here.

since anakin only had one X chromosome, and padme had XX, then both of them contributed an X chromosome to their children. they literally couldn’t be able to make a biological male child. if they did end up having a male child, they would either have to be also intersex, or trans.

leia and luke were both born with XX chromosomes.

“but olly! in the movies, they said luke was a boy when he was born!” ah wonderful observation, my silly little padawan.

obviously star wars “humans” aren’t clearly “humans”, rather aliens as well. so likely their biology might differ from irl. but if we were to ignore that and consider all the possibilities, we could come up with a logical explanation.

obviously the technology in the star wars universe is very advanced, at least more advanced than the options we have available. i think the topic of gender and sexuality isn’t even a real thing in the universe. gender is a social construct, right? and clearly with the different aliens, races, and religions in the universe, the discussion of what “gender” is wouldn’t technically apply anywhere because gender isn’t real.

back to the technology part- i’d like to think the universe at that time would be able to find out a child’s “gender” or orientation by examining their brain when they are born. according to this study by Dr. Julie Bakker in how trans peoples brains correspond with the gender they identify as, regardless of how they were born, it can be understood that even from a young age, trans people think and process the same way cis people would within their respective identity/gender.

i think it would make the most sense that when luke and leia were born, they were given brain scans or something of the sort to determine what their gender/identity would be, regardless of how they were biologically born.

therefore we get luke’s “gender reveal” in the movies, even though he was likely born as a biological female.

basically trans luke is canon, y’all are just cowards.

so the whole skywalker family only have X chromosomes. until we get to ben solo. because of Han’s Y chromosome, ben would’ve been born as a cis male (derogatory).

that’s why he became evil. it’s bc his whole family is trans and he was kicked out for being cis.

hope this made sense

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Preview of ❝The Little Human Experiment❞ [Legoshi]

Summary: Misaki was just your typical teenage girl living in Japan, but not in the eyes of her society. She's a human in a life where animals live and think like "humans" in our society. She is now brought in as an experiment for her new life outside her facility to see if humans can co-exist with different other species. A certain wolf gets quite attached to our human friend as he is tasked to protect her.

"Going already?" Mei asked as Misaki grabbed her bag. "Yeah, I have to go over there now to facilitate the choreography for the Light Ceremony," Misaki said as she patted Haru's head. "Get back soon!" Haru waved at her human friend before she left.

Misaki opened her phone to text Shiela that she would go to the clubroom as soon as she walked down the stairs. As she made her way to the clubroom though, she witnessed Juno carrying a sloth to the restroom. "Misaki-senpai!" Juno greeted with a smile as she placed the sloth down. "Ah, hello, Juno. Late for rehearsal?" Misaki asked as they walked to the clubroom together.

"Yeah, I am. I apologize. Are you late too, Misaki-senpai?" Juno asked as Misaki texted Shiela once again that Juno was with her. "Not really. I come in and out of the clubroom as I have two clubs to deal with," she shared. "Woah, really? You must be very busy then. It's still remarkable as you're still the assistant head," Juno had great admiration for the human as she clung to her.

"Assistant director, but still the same," Misaki corrected as she opened the door. "Sorry, I'm late!" Juno announces her arrival while still holding onto Misaki. Misaki raised an eyebrow as she noticed how tense the room was until they came in the room. The majority of the members went up to the two.

"Come on, Juno! You're supposed to text Sheila-senpai when you're late," Els informed the first-year. "She was carrying a sloth to the restroom, so her hands were occupied. It was very kind of you, Juno," Misaki acknowledges Juno's willingness. "Why, thank you, Misaki-senpai!" Juno was happy with Misaki's compliment.

"I've also made sure that Shiela got the memo and to not get you in trouble, so no need to worry," Misaki shared as everyone was wow-ed by Misaki's consideration. "But it doesn't excuse me for being late, so I want to clean the training hall after school. Sorry, Louis-senpai," Juno apologized as she bowed.

"Oh, Legoshi-senpai!" Juno called out to the gray wolf. "I saw the dinosaur in the plaza. It was really pretty. The stage crew is doing their best, so we actors are going to do our best with our dancing practice. We're very inspired!" Juno smiled widely and only had her eyes on him. "...Mm, good, good," Legoshi doesn't seem affected by Juno's comment.

"Yeah, you guys did great. Seeing as it's also my first time seeing it, I'm proud of each one of you. I'll be sure to take pictures of all of them when they're finished," Misaki smirked and showed that her lock screen was now the T-Rex Statue they painted, making sure she looked everyone in the eye.

"Aww, Misaki!" Dom looked flattered. "I'm happy it exceeded your expectations!" Kibi smiled as everyone in the creatives team was appreciative of Misaki's honest remark. "Ah, speaking of, Misaki," Shiela walked up to the human and dragged her towards Louis. "We have some sudden news to share with you," she shared as Louis glared at the cheetah due to her comment before.

"Yes, Sanu suggested that you'll be our main dancer," Louis mentioned and Misaki was shocked. "What!? What do you mean? I'll be at the front?" Misaki covered her mouth with her hand. "One of our dancers won't be available for the festival and you know the dances well. So, they made Juno be back up and you in the center since you know the dance very well," he shared.

"There's only two days left though," she looked worried. "You'll do fine, you the entire dance anyway," Louis was confident. "Did... did Tarok tell you that I'll be revealed too? Is that why you weren't opposed to it?" Misaki asked.

"Yes, he did tell me. I asked his permission for the dance and he's fine with it. You won't be wearing that get-up anymore," Louis smirked and Misaki sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll do it. I'll text Haru that I have a big role here so they won't have to worry about my whereabouts," Misaki shared as she went to grab her phone to text her.

"We'll do a quick fitting with you. I'm sure they'll just readjust one of the existing outfits," Louis told her as Misaki was ready to walk away. "I'll let Legoshi know," Louis smirked upon seeing Misaki frozen in place. He chuckled and patted her back and walked away from her to talk to Legoshi. She quickly ran to the changing room and walked out wearing her PE Uniform.

"Woah, you do have fur in your legs," Juno wondered as she gave a close inspection of Misaki's legs. "They're called Hair for humans. Despite it being short and thin, they make sure they regulate our body temperature and keep dirt away such as my lashes here," Misaki pointed her eyes to let Juno get a closer look.

"Woah, they're so tiny," Juno giggled. As everyone was talking to Misaki and was excited to see her fully perform on stage, Legoshi kept his eyes only on her. He looked up and down her figure as he felt aroused by her appearance.

"Stop eye fucking, my sister." Legoshi snapped out of it and shrank away as Louis glared at him. Louis was most annoyed upon seeing Legoshi's wagging tail when Misaki came into the room. "Sister?" Legoshi questioned. "She's like a sister to me, so don't go hurting her," Louis crossed his arms as it would seem that he was finally open for Misaki to be together with Legoshi.

"So whatever happened before they came in was a misunderstanding on your part," Louis pointed out. "You got the tape measure ready?" Louis asked.

"Oh, yeah, I do," Legoshi went to pull it out, "Fix your problem first," Louis interrupted and he walked away. "Problem?" Legoshi questioned. He looked down to see a tent in his pants. He panics and quickly runs to the restroom. He could not believe he just had a hard-on. It embarrassed him more to notice his tail wagging faster than ever. He really wants to disappear.

"Where's Legoshi?" Misaki asked after she got away from the questioning members. "He went to the restroom real quick. Dom will be measuring you instead," Louis informed her as he tried hiding his laughter, which Misaki noticed but she didn't question it. She would truly have a heart attack if she knew that she had such an effect on Legoshi.

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I SHOWED YOU MY HAND, AND YOU STILL LET ME WIN

touya todoroki (dabi) x reader, (wc: 1.2k+)

based on the joker and the queen - ed sheeran and taylor swift

If you had asked Touya Todoroki five years ago where he’d be today, his response would be plain and simple.

Dead.

Leaving no wiggle room for what ifs or hypotheticals, Touya was certain he’d have burned himself to a withered and solemn crisp by now, one way or another.

He’d always thought of life as some twisted card game. Having no say in the hand you’re dealt, yet being forced to make due with it. Luck of the draw, he’d spitefully repeat over and over in his head as he’d wake up on a cold and barren cement floor. Make due he’d bitterly think as he’d peel layers of purple charred skin from his body—or carcass, he internally cringes. Life was a game of cards in a universe of casinos, and the Devil was the dealer.

However, as he stands in front of you with a ring heavy in his pocket and a lovesick look in his eyes, Touya is reminded that he is by no means dead. If anything, he’s never felt more alive.

How was he to know that his life would take this turn? Lead him here, to you, with a newfound want to breathe fresh air into his still-functioning lungs and feel cool water dance on the tastebuds of his tongue.

He thinks of all of the stupid cliches he’s heard over the years—about love and life and how he was too young to know that it gets better. He used to scoff with venom on his tongue as he’d roll his eyes listening to the then meaningless words. It kills him to admit that, just maybe, they did hold some truth after all.

He’s never been one to enjoy irony, but he thinks his life might fit the picture perfect definition of it when searching for it in a dictionary. Fuck, he thinks about the irony of that thought in and of itself.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He knows he’s not the most logical person. He’s not someone who thinks things through before acting on his impulses. Not someone who plans what to say, when and how to say it.

But still, Touya can’t seem to understand why on earth you ever gave him a chance. He didn’t bother with tiptoeing around his intentions or harsh outlooks. He’d openly revealed his hand to you, and still, you let him win.

He thinks that maybe his road was never broken nor shattered—maybe it was just crooked. Bent and jagged, sure, but maybe it was always meant to be that way. Maybe his road had to be fucked up, otherwise a straight and narrow path wouldn't have led him here, to you.

He thinks you've turned him into a phoenix—a once scorched and untamed creature, able to burn itself to death and be reborn within its own ashes. He’s no phoenix on his own, but maybe he is with you, or maybe he can be.

What’s even more incomprehensible to him is not the fact that he’s alive, but the fact that he’s about to propose to you. It racks his brain more than any fickle riddle he’s heard, more than any cruel deck of cards he could’ve been dealt in his sorry life.

You had asked him to burn you a ring before, a small and harmless idea that he quickly disregarded before it could engrain itself in your mind. You thought a few seconds of stinging heat around your left ring finger was worth the permanent marking—the forever reminder that Touya was once yours, even if it didn't last. He’d scolded you, refusing to mark your skin in anyway that causes pain, even if it was your idea.

He’d only ever used his quirk for pain and suffering. He’d never use it on you, not even to claim you as his forever. While Touya was stubborn and possessive, he wasn’t an idiot.

That’s how he found himself casually perusing the jewelry sections of withered down pawn shops and stingy thrift stores on nights he couldn't sleep.

While Touya may have came from money, Dabi didn't. And when you’d met him as the low-life criminal who’d have a cigarette paired with a few sips of soda for breakfast, you didn't seem to care much for his financial status nor his terrible eating habits.

Sure, he could surrender to the chains of the Todoroki estate, allow himself to buckle and bend underneath its pressure as he rebuilds the relationships with his family members, play nice and pretty—all just to smuggle the money to get you a ring worthy of your grace. One that beams as bright as your smile and worth as much your weight in gold. But he doesn't want that, and he knows you don’t either. He wants to get you a ring that speaks to the truth of your relationship. Speaks to the roots the two of you have planted in your dingy apartment that’s become home—with trinkquets called decor that he’d stolen from kiosks and blood-stained bathroom floors from removing and replacing crooked staples.

The thin gold band of the ring he decided on sits in his pocket, and it feels like a stone as he paces back and forth. Vintage and sleek, Touya wonders who it belonged to before he made it his own to give to you for eternity. He mentally vows to let it never leave your pretty little finger, to never let it end up on the shelves of a shitty pawn shop ever again. Not after it’s had the privilege of touching your skin—not after it’s been yours.

A tiny emerald sapphire sits delicately in the middle of the band. Touya doesn’t know if it’s real, though he strongly doubts it and doesn’t care either way. What he does care for, is the engraving inside of the band, the one that he’d crafted himself.

He remembers the night he took a sewing needle from your drawer, using his quirk to ignite the pointed end into a tool for his calligraphy. He remembers bringing the tip of it to the inside of the band, watching it melt an engraving into the gold like the parting of the Red Sea. He remembers his heart skipping a few beats at the thought of his terrible messy scratch of “forever” being pressed up against the soft of your finger, always kissing you for him, for when he can’t.

So as he stands before you—ring held out to you like an offering, a promise—Touya swears. To be a better man, to be something worth betting your cards on, worth risking your hand on. To be yours, for as long as you’ll let him be.

And for once, the tears in your eyes that have been caused at his hand are not ones of worry or hurt. They dont sting with disdain or regret. They feel like rain after a long-endured drought, like they’re filled with glitter and gold and nothing less than love as they slide down your plush cheeks.

You tell him that you love it. That you never need a suburban house with a white picket fence or blossoming flowers for every anniversary—that you just need him.

Touya thinks that with your godly hand and sickeningly sweet persistence, he was able turn trash into treasure. Garbage into gold.

He thinks about life as a card game, one he used to cheat and steal and bargain his way through just to get by, and he smiles.

Because for one in his life, Touya doesn’t have to play dirty to win. He can simply fold his cards and let the dealer roll the dice.

It’s gotten him this far, and with you by his side wearing a tiny ring that looks like hope, Touya thinks he’ll be alright.

#man do i love run on sentences #touya todoroki #dabi #touya x reader #dabi x reader #touya fluff #dabi fluff #touya fic #dabi fic #bnha x reader #bnha writing #bnha #dabi blurb #touya blurb #dabi drabble #touya drabble

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MY ARGUMENT FOR WHY LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO BY TAYLOR SWIFT FITS OSWALD COBBLEPOT A LITTLE TOO WELL

So people seemed quite interested in my thoughts on this sooo here ya go! :p

Spoilers for Gotham (2014) obvs

For context the song fits with Oswald’s Season 3 Arc, where he becomes mayor of Gotham and is taken down and killed by Edward after Oswald kills Ed’s ‘weird ass totally-a-clone-of-his-dead-ex’ girlfriend, Isabella. Oswald survives because of course he does, and plots his revenge against Ed for the rest of the season. AND HE FUCKING GETS IT BECAUSE HES OSWALD FUCKING COBBLEPOT

Anyway lets get into the lyrics shall we?

First off, Riddler is known for his games and puzzles, and in particular his whole revenge plan might have been seen as a game to both of them, with Ed seeing it as a strategic game to destroy Oswald, and Oswald seeing it as a childish game played unfairly to Ed’s own agenda. The tilted stage also ties to Riddler’s showmanship and love of being in the spotlight, as well as how, to Oswald’s perspective, he’s putting himself up on a pedestal while criticising Oswald despite everything Oswald has done for him (I think Oswald definitely saw Isabella’s murder as an act of kindness or love, the latter might be canon too?) Oswald being forced to play the fool is pretty self-explanatory, he was thrown through the rings of Ed’s deception and tests none the wiser to Ed being the culprit.

I think even Oswald would have to admit that Ed outplayed him, using everything he knew about Oswald, all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities, to completely ruin his life and prove a point (even if that point got disproven because he accidentally proved Oswald WAS capable of real love lmao) And how Oswald, as paranoid and wary as he is, still did not believe for a second that Ed would betray him. (This is unrelated but Oswald’s trust issues is so sad to see because as the show goes on he gets increasingly more distrustful of others and by season 5 it doesn’t take much for him to go “YOUVE BETRAYED ME I FUCKING KNEW IT” poor lad). Anyway Ed is a pro at shit eating grins, and has no qualms lying to others, something I think hurts Oswald even more because he always believed that they’d be honest with one another (even though he went behind Ed’s back… hes a bit of a hypocrite guys) But Ed is also one to gloat and mock, perhaps even more than Oswald, and he definitely rubs it in Oswald’s face when he reveals that it was his plan all along, that he was behind everything. Stretching a bit with the gun here but I like to think that Oswald believed they were always on the same page, that Oswald would always call the shots so to speak, that he was the one in control. Ironically it was the shot that Oswald took that pushed Ed to take a shot of his own (i am NOT sorry for the wordplay >:] )

Speaking of wordplay. “Isn’t cool” Ahahah. Get it. Cuz. Cuz ed gets… anyway.

What does Oswald Cobblepot do best when wronged? Plan an elaborate revenge scheme of course! He learns from his mistakes, learns more about who Edward is as a person, and also learns not to let love weaken him :,). His revenge against him does what Ed initially did to him - use his flaws and characteristics to his advantage. And Oswald PLAYS HIM LIKE A FIDDLE by practically leading him to his doom, right until the reveal by the pier. Him escaping death is also surprisingly common for him, surviving from the pier not once, but TWICE by this point in the show. Not to mention all the other murder attempts on his life. The list of names would relate to Oswald’s growing enemies, his revenge hitlist so to speak, with Ed being at the very top for obvious reasons.

I think Oswald would definitely blame other people for his behaviour. Like “you made me this way, you provoked me, you forced my hand.” No dude you just love murder and vengeance get over urself. I MEAN he probably knows he’s ‘just like that’ but he’d still blame people anyway lmao.

When Ed got shipped to Arkham for girlfriend strangling and cop killing Oswald eventually got him out so he could be by his side as he campaigned for mayor of gotham, and he was pretty dedicated to being there for Ed as Ed was for him, even including him in paintings and promoting him to chief of staff. He loved him so much, and would do anything for him (even if it meant doing what he thought was for his benefit. Like killing girlfriends.) So naturally Ed ruining his life and then going off and making a name for himself as the Riddler would absolutely piss Oswald off, because to Oswald he had been so generous and a good friend/potential life partner, and this was the thanks he gets? I could also see Riddler’s rise to prominence as something Oswald would be jealous of, because thats his crime spotlight he’s stealing dammit!

Also. Also Ed stole the keys to his heart ahahahAGUGHUGHUHGAHGHH

Gotham is full of drama all day everyday 24/7, I have to imagine even Oswald gets sick of it after a while lol. Anyway he’s very good at losing himself to his own plans and thoughts driven by his emotions, pushing the rest of the world aside so he can solely focus on his revenge. He never forgets a grudge, he always gets what’s “deserved” to him (and he’s actually really good at getting revenge too, using Ed’s eventual sentence as an example). Ironically that also fits with how Oswald got his punishment for Isabella’s death, but now he’s paid the price, its Ed’s turn (and anyone else who Oswald had a vendetta against at the time. Which was probably a lot of people idk Oswald makes a lot of enemies in the show)

Again, Oswald has MAJOR trust issues and this paranoid only grows as the show goes on and more people betray or leave him. He’s also pretty sly himself, and if his plans include completely screwing you over for whatever reason, you better bet he’s going to do it.

As for the latter lyric…

Do i even need to explain this one?

There isn’t much I can link for this it just seems like something Oswald would say lmao

Aaaaaand thats all! I didn’t go over repeating choruses for obvious reasons, but that’s my own brainrot explanation for why this song fits him soooo well. Now if you’ll excuse me i’m going to daydream about the animation that would go to this that I’ll probably never do.

#insane ramblings #analysis #now i just need to find a song that fits Ed’s perspective lmao #gotham tv #oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #nygmobblepot #i wrote all this at 3am #as one does #gotham #gotham season 3 #gotham fox #i put too much effort into this

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