#dorking about whales

[antimony-medusa]

In the tags, if you will, what is your favourite characterization of your favourite character(s)?

#I think mine are #Tubbo as an absolute tank but also just deeply odd little man (I love him) #Feral Phil #don’t even care what kind of feral just let the old man do crimes #Techno as a nerd—like legitimately knows math and facts about whales and suck #and also a badass #competent hilarious tactician dork

[mushroomslovesyou]

ah cetology, a very serious scientific study that Ishmael clearly does not have any dorky personal biases about

#whale weekly #moby dick #text #i had many more examples of ishmael being a dork about whales #but truly that would have been far far too long a post #that being said please prepare yourself for many posts about cetology #its a phenomenal chapter

[hundredandsix]

loser!ellie headcanons

✩ I haven't been able to get loser!ellie out of my head so...here we go. I love that this is basically the same thing as canon!ellie. Slutty thoughts at the end so mdni (18+) ✩

✩ I don't think she would be the first to make a move. She would do little, very subtle things like hold the door open for you and then panic because oh no that was too much! You're going to know!

✩ She would think she's being obvious, and she is, but not for the reasons she believes. Let's just say her brushing her hand against yours is not nearly as obvious as the way she follows you around and the way your smile makes her face turn red all the way to her ears.

✩ Speaking of her following your around, she is so unintentionally clingy, even before you get together. You would get up to go to the bathroom and when she realizes where you're going, she tries to play it off like she wasn't about to trail after you. When you bring it up to her, she's genuinely confused because no, she is not following you around on purpose. She would never do that.

✩ It would take her forever to realize you're into her, but when she finally picks up on it, that confirmation gives her confidence. She wouldn't be as afraid to make her feelings more apparent.

✩ Has such terrible rizz that it somehow comes full circle and makes her even more charming.

✩ She LOVES bossy, confident women. Ellie is not afraid to ask for what she wants, and she is definitely not the type of girl that would have you ask the waitress questions for her. But there's something about a woman that could put her in her place that she loves.

✩ At first, Ellie is always rubbing the back of her neck or playing with her fingers when she talks to you. She doesn't want to look like a dork, but she can't help it because you make her so nervous.

✩ She's literally the definition of a golden retriever masc. She's got the beat-up truck (that's actually Joel’s, but you don't have to know that), an outrageous amount of flannels, and carabiners to provide it.

✩ When she gets really excited about something, her brain moves faster than her mouth. She'll fumble her words and stutter. She gets really annoyed when this happens and has to take a deep breath and start over.

✩ She loves to rant about her interests to you. Don't you dare seem like you're not listening because she'll get really quiet and upset.

✩ I could see her having issues with being treated like "the man" in past relationships. It confuses her at first because she wants to protect her partner and care for them, but she also wants to feel that same love and desire toward her. She would be so drawn to you if you don't treat her any differently because of the way she dresses or presents herself. Obviously, she presents as more masculine, but she still wants to be treated like a woman.

✩ She has sooo many playlists. There are some about you of course but she also has some that are so highly specific. When you go on your first date, she has a playlist for picking you up and two different ones for dropping your off, depending on how it went. She definitely has the classic "depressed gay longing" playlist.

✩ She has exactly two pictures on her Instagram. One is her and Joel on his birthday and the other is a selfie she uses as her profile pic for everything.

✩ When you follow her back on Instagram, she loses her shit and starts fantasizing about what it would be like to be with you. She's screenshotting every selfie you put on your story and thinking about them in ways that are not very appropriate.

✩ She's the queen of "this reminded me of you" and will bring you literal rocks because "it looks like the whale from the aquarium we saw last week." Whether it's modern!ellie buying you little trinkets or jackson!ellie bringing you things from her patrols, she loves seeing you in all parts of her life. Even if you're not physically there with her.

✩ I love the pages of her journal we get to see in the game because they show us peeks at her internal monologue. They show us she is still very much the eccentric, starry-eyed girl we see in the first game. She's learned to hide it. Maybe to fit in or maybe because she's learned that wearing your heart on your sleeve can hurt. It's literally canon that she writes about her romantic feelings in her journal, so I think she would have little drawings and blurbs about you. She for sure has a stupid grin on her freckled face as she draws the highlights of your eyes and maybe even the dip of your hips. It's the only way she can think of to get you out of her head.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

✩ She's an ass girl. She loves every part of you and will literally kiss your eyelashes if you let her, but she has to physically hold herself back when you bend over.

✩ I can't think of who posted it, but I remember reading something about Ellie fake fucking you when you're bent over and she would totally do that at the absolute worst times. You'd swat her away and look at her with a raised eyebrow, but there's no stopping her because she thinks it's the funniest thing ever.

✩ The first time you kiss is an out-of-body experience for her. She's panicking because she didn't think she'd ever get this far. She wants to touch you but she doesn't know where or what you would like, so her arms are stuck at her sides. She's 🧍until you grab her hands and move them to your waist.

✩ Has a huge obsession with your neck. Loves to leave marks if you'll let her. Will come up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist while leaving wet kisses all down your neck.

✩ I could see her wanting to be both the big and little spoon. It depends on the day and the context. When she's the big spoon she'll jokingly hug you so tight you can barely breathe and wrap all of her limbs around you like she's trying to suffocate you. When she's the little spoon, she likes it when you play with her hair.

✩ Is an absolute slut for you playing with her hair. She's an insomniac and it helps her fall asleep. When you're arm gets tired and you want to stop, she'll whine and pull your hands back to her head.

✩ She would be more comfortable topping and doesn't want to admit that she likes to bottom just as much. She's a service top that would do anything to make you feel good.

✩ Girly is so shy when she bottoms. She'll get all blushy and tries to cover her face with her hands/arms. She loves it, but it feels so foreign to her to have someone's sole focus be on her.

✩ Loves eye contact, especially when your mouth is on her. If you look up at her from between her legs while giving her head, she has trouble thinking straight.

✩ Likes it when you pull her hair during sex and will groan for you to pull harder. Just move her wherever you want her because she thinks it's the hottest thing ever.

✩ I think she'd use a strap if you wanted her to, but it's not her instinct to grab for that. She rather you come apart on her fingers or mouth.

✩ If you wanted to use a strap on her, I think she would let you, but again, it's not something she would ask for. To Ellie, It would be more about pleasing you than her.

✩ Absolutely passes tf out after sex. She always tries to stay awake, but as soon as both of you are cleaned up, she's dozing off and letting out cute little snores.

✩ In summary, Ellie is the switchiest switch to ever exist and I will be taking no criticism on this

#hundredandsix #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #lesbian #tlou #tlou smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie x y/n #jackson ellie #bottom!ellie #switch!ellie #loser!ellie

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Brat App

Ugh why did Mom have to marry the Dad of that bitch Alison?! As if being bullied at school isn’t enough now I have to get it at home too? I guess it’s not all bad though because I was able to hack into Alison’s phone and invite myself onto the exclusive ‘Brat App’ that Alison and her friends are all on. No idea what it is but with any luck I’ll find out some dirt on Alison to get her finally expelled so I can have some peace.

Hmmm this just looks to be some sort of social status game with challenges built on top. Every challenge has a ‘Brat’ value associated with it. So the more challenges a person does the higher up the leaderboard they climb and the higher up the rank. No big shock that Alison is sitting at the top as a level 10! Which gives her the rank of ‘Brat Queen’ which appropriate. By my calculations that would be…. nearly 10,000 points! Wow she must be addicted to this game. Looks like I got 1,000 bonus just for signing up and I can spend it on my little avatar of myself. Let’s see what I can buy. Sure why not, let’s improve her eyesight.…

Holy crap what just happened? My body feels all tingly and different. My glasses are making my eyes blurry. Did… did this app just cure my eyesight? This is unbelievable! What else can it do… more athletic, long nails, thick hair, big boobs, perfect posture. It makes sense now! All these challenges are real life challenges! This is how Alison is the hottest most feared girl in school! Ok new plan, if I raise the ranks of this app, and surpass Alison’s score then she’ll have to listen to me and become nicer. How hard could it be? I’m already at level one after all and these challenges don’t seem that difficult….

Bold makeup. Check. Revealing dress. Check. And that’s net me… let’s see here. 50 points? At this rate I’ll finish college before I have enough points! I need more bigger ticket items. Let me redeem these pathetic points at least. Mmmm nothing changed but it did give me a nice little tingle. Ok for 1000 points I need to… send some nudes?! Absolutely not! Alison hasn’t even done that! For another 1000 I need to suck a married cock? How vile! Ok this is more doable. Spread a vicious rumor about a classmate for 300. I could do that I guess. Hmmm I have to post it directly to the app so it can’t be about Alison or any of her friends. I know, I’ll say something about Lisa the unfortunate overweight girl in our class. She’ll never see it. I’ll say she was banned from Dairy Queen for breaking in and eating their whole stock. And send! Ohhhh somethings happening!

Oh god my tits! They’ve gone up like two sizes! But why? Hmmm looks like I hit some hidden ‘Bitch Bonus’ by doing that challenge. This is amazing and all I had to do was make fun of that whale Lisa. I know it was mean but it feels so fucking good! She’ll be fine it’s not like anyone will believe it anyway. <ding> ohhh that felt nice, what was it? Oh one of Alison’s friends liked my post. <ding> mmmm another one of her friends liked my post! Every like is 10 points and feels so gooood! <ding> oh fuck yesss girls keep liking! It feels so hawt! Maybe I should spread a few more lies…

Mmmm my body feels so much better in these clothes I redeemed! After only a few more rumors I got easily up to level 5, ‘Beta Bitch’, which unlocked my beautiful nails, my gorgeous silky hair, my perfect makeup, and all the knowledge to maintain them. Even my body is better shape, I’m so flexible now! Not to say anything about my lovely big tits! Alison’s friends seemed to really enjoy my wicked little rumours. I can’t deny it wasn’t fun writing them and it was even better getting the likes for them!

But I do feel kind of bad for all those losers I wrote stuff about though, I think the Brat App is effecting not just my body but my mind too. I feel so nasty and mean everytime I use it and even more now in this tight blouse and short skirt. I can’t help if I’m hotter than those dorks now! No that’s the app’s influence talking! I have to stop using the app, but I need to topple Alison! Ugh what do I do? <ding> what’s this? I’ve unlocked a new bonus. ‘Morality Suppression’? Hmmm that would solve my problems I guess and there is an option to turn it off later. Ok I’m going to do it! It’s for the good of the school after all. Here goes…

Ohhhhh fuck yesss that sooo much better. Like hell this is for the good of the school this is for the good of me! I feel so fucking free now. To think I was feeling regret for those pathetic fattys and geeky nerds I was writing about! I only regret not writing more! The only people worth anything are my bratty followers who like my posts and even they need to know their place and they will when I surpass Alison and become the new Queen bee. Oh fuck I feel so horny being this bad! I need some release and quick! Mmmm maybe I can finally tick off some of these challenges old me was too much of a loser to attempt. Mmmm yesss those will raise my rank in no time! Oh I have the perfectly wicked idea that will make me a bratty goddess by the end of the day! Oh step daddy!

Changed? Nonsense step daddy I’ve always looked like this. I’m a spoilt wicked little bitch just like your precious daughter, only you can fuck me. What’s the matter step daddy? Cat got your tongue? I bet you always wanted to fuck your mean little princess didn’t you? But you’re a good man and would never do that would you? But guess what? I’m not your daughter but I’m everything she is and more. Would you like a look under my shirt? Sure you would.

Hehe I see you like it step daddy. The outline of your cock is practically bursting out of your pants. Mmm and it looks so impressive. Let me have a peek <zip> oh step daddy, I can see why mommy married you. You’re so big! It’s making my mouth water. I need to have it step daddy, please say yes! I know you’re still hesitant so maybe it might convince you if I stopped calling you step daddy and instead called you… daddy. Mmm you like that don’t you… daddy? You want to put that big cock in my mouth and have my perfect pink lips suck it don’t you… daddy?

Mmmm thanks daddy for the great fucking, you’ve helped me complete so many nasty challenges. Suck a married cock. Check. Fuck an older man. Check. Call him daddy. Mmmm double check. After everything we got up to I completed over a dozen challenges, more than enough to take you bitch of a daughter’s crown. I just have to redeem the points now and assume the throne…. Mmmm it feels so good but something different is happening… oh fuck something amazing is happening!

Mmmm oh fuck yessss! Look at me, I’m a blonde busty bitch now! Im older and sexier and I feel so fucking nasty and hawt but how is this possible? Oh I see I unlocked a new challenge tree and a new rank. Mmmm ‘Homewrecker’ I love the sound of that! Who needs to be a bratty queen when I could be the wicked bitch that stole her daddy instead. Thats right darling, I’ve levelled up to being your mistress now and if you’re lucky and do as I say soon I’ll unlock ‘Trophy Wife’ and you can spoil me rotten as you should. Don’t worry I’ll still call you daddy, it makes everything feel so much more naughty. My mother? You mean that old crone Emma? She’s not my mother anymore, she not even my rival, she’s just an obstacle to our love, isn’t that right? Mmmm I knew you’d agree…. Daddy.

EPILOGUE

Alison was wondering what her father was doing that was taking so god damn long that he couldn’t have sent a car or something to pick her up from the mall like he promised. She had spent so much on his credit card that she was surrounded by high end boutique bags. Just when she was reaching her finally straw she got a message from him telling her he had sent a friend, some woman by the name of Gabrielle, to pick her up. Alison hadn’t heard of any Gabrielle before, except maybe her new dorky step sister but she went by Gabby anyway.

Following her father’s instructions to Gabrielle, Alison’s mouth was agape when she turned the corner to find a stunning blonde waiting for her. The blonde looked at Alison with distain and made Alison feel insignificant for the first time in her life. She didn’t like it. Gabrielle didn’t let up with her stare down, enjoying the way Alison averted her gaze. Alison meanwhile was grateful that their encounter was going to brief.

“So you’re Ted’s daughter? Hmmm I expected somebody a little more… impressive.” Gabrielle said not willing to hide her distaste. If this was anyone else Alison would have ground them to dust with only a few choice words but she felt so intimidated as she got into the car with the blonde bitch.

So much so that her phone dinged to tell her she lost some Brat points for her weakness. She had never lost points before! Gabrielle smirked to herself as she looked at her own phone and saw her points climb. She couldn’t wait become a wicked step mother.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #evil couple #power transfer #magic item

[campbyler]

hello!

this is a little bit random, but do the characters have any specific hairstyles you'd been envisioning for them? or any specific vibes/style when it comes to clothes?

i really like to doodle and this fic is my current brain-focus, so i was curious!

hello suni here! thea answered with some hair references for the entire party here but because i am extra as all hell, here are moodboards for mike and will’s styles (with more for the rest of the party to follow)!

acswy will is a big fan of sweaters and stripes (!!) and he looooves a good colorblock moment! i see him in a lot of earth tones (it’s easier for him to match and layer that way. he’s just like me fr) with the exception of a few choice colors (bright yellow, red, etc). to Us he’s also a shoes guy but in a very lowkey and Normal manner which is why the bowie reeboks have been in my pinterest board for camp au will for months now bc i think he sees them somewhere and then saves up for months to buy them and then immediately refuses to wear them anywhere out of fear of getting them dirty lol (also peep the byler shoes 👁️👁️) he’ll prioritize comfort over fashion a lot of the time — ergo the infamous hanes six pack of t-shirts from chapter 1 — but when it’s not one million degrees out and when he is not about to get covered in dirt, this is the look he’s going for!

to us acswy mike is also a big proponent of comfort and and practicality but he’s also a grade A dork LOL he has a thing about jackets the way will has a thing about shoes so thrift finds like his beloved leather and denim jackets are a staple for most of the year! (not summer though. obviously.) i think he would love a good crewneck + shorts moment in the spring especially (the “shorty short shorts” are literally the length of the shorts in the middle photo so idk what will was getting so worked up about 🙄) and he owns one million really stupid shirts that he wears all the time that will definitely does not find endearing. also to us mike loves collecting vintage pins so below the cut are some we think he would have been so so so excited to find:

(the whale one was admittedly a little self indulgent bc i want that pin but who cares i think he’d like it)

+ links: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

#thanks so much for asking #aka thanks so much for finally letting me put my pinterests boards to use #gngmfmmdkekdkdkfkf <- live footage of me foaming at the mouth TJINKING OF THEMEM…. #asks #acswy reference

[emo-hermit]

DR. RIVER

I figured I would revisit the design of our favourite resident teacher's pet (doctor's pet?). It's my internsona, Dr. River! Though he's definitely more of an OC, at this rate. He just has a lot of my Quirks.

This was mostly made after he seemed to get quite a bit of affection in the RDL fanon channels; so, if you're curious on who exactly this pattern-loving nerd is, look below!

Dr. O. River (he refuses to clarify what the 'O' stands for) is a member of the Rhythm Doctor Initiative within Middlesea Hospital. In some routes, he is the intern - who, after the events of 1-XN, lost faith within the remote feature of the project; and began to attend to patients in person. In others, and most commonly, he is an intern supervisor - a role given to him by Dr. Edega when one particular intern came under his wing.

Speaking of Edega, River is mostly known for his core feature: he's Edega's favourite.

To put in better words: River thrives off of overwork. The more you give him, the more energy he'll have - and, in turn, the more work he'll get done. In addition, he's professional to a fault, seeming almost robotic in the way he presents himself. Observant, efficient, and, most of all, apathetic.

Or, at least, that's how he presents himself to the lead doctor.

Truth be told, River is far friendlier as he looks. An absolute dork with a literature degree; he'll take any chance to ramble about language, formatting, prose and the like. One of his biggest features as a supervisor is that he knows stress when he sees it, and will take an intern's pager (claims its for "intern surveillance") entirely to mark half of their tasks as complete ("I've already treated this lot. Just stick to these four, and I'll handle the rest"). He also hates Edega's guts - more than you think. No, more than that.

He'll drop lore at the drop of a hat ("Want a fun fact? 'M Scottish. Don't sound like it, but I've got a whole lot o' siblings in the central highlands."), crack jokes on a whim and laugh at himself ("How do you get two whales in a red mini?"), and fake Edega's footsteps entirely to scare his first and favourite intern: Dr. Desert [owned by the lovely @fufupng].

In short: Dr. River is a monotonous nerd with a heart of gold. He can predict when patients need treating, and has an obsession with pattern recognition - but, if you need some help with that overwhelming list of tasks Edega has you doing, he'll gladly do 80% of the work for you. As long as you let him talk about words.

[Have any questions about him? Let me know! - Emo]

#rhythm doctor #intern sona #rhythm doctor intern sona #rhythm doctor oc #dr river #because jenn made a whole tag for him #i didnt expect river to get so much love so thank you guys in rdl so much #hopefully this provides a bit more chaos to his antics ahah #art from the hermit hole #rambles of the hermit hole

[sweet-villain]

Cutting Too Deep~2

Part 1

Words : 7.6k

@babyloutattoo89 @palomam18 @becca-alexa @sadbitchfangirl @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @djkeruigbbygirl @haileighboi @bookshelf-dust @moonchildquinn @strangerfreak

warnings: 18+, minors dni. smut.

Angst

“ You got to be kidding me” Dustin says as he watches you with Mike and Lucas by his side walking with Jason Carver by your side as the two of you talked. 

“Am I dreaming or is that real?” Mike asked. Dustin was in pure shock and his eyebrows scrunched together with his mouth a jar. “ Are they dating?” Lucas asked. Mike and Dustin both pushed Lucas towards them in hopes to find something. Lucas gave them a look while Dustin pointed his finger and mumbled angrily. Lucas has no idea what was said to him. 

“ Good morning, Lucas” he heard the sound of your voice and turned around with his shoulder scrunched up. He sends you a small smile and looks towards Jason. 

“ Good morning” he chuckled and straighten himself out with a cough. Jason waited for him to say something, when Lucas didn’t, he sighed. 

“ Sinclair, if you don’t mind moving we have to get to our lockers. You don’t want be late to class either, we don’t need a slacker on our team” 

Lucas pointed between the two of you.

“ Are you two dating?” He asked. Jason wrapped his arm around you giving Lucas a glance before glancing down at you.

“ I don’t see what it is any of your business Sinclair, last time I checked you could keep your own love life in check.” 

Lucas looked away a bit hurt, but he spared a glance at you which you were looking down your shoes at this point. 

“ I thought you didn’t hang out with “ nerds” he qouted with his hands, “ it doesn’t make you cool as you put it.” 

“ Sinclair, I didn’t ask for your opinion. Get to moving before I kick you off the team” 

Lucas huffed and stormed off with Dustin and Mike running after him demanding answers. You heard the bell ring and closed your eyes, mumbling how you were late and probably going to get detention. 

“ Relax, nerd. Here is your excuse for being late” he fished out a note from the inside pocket of his jacket and shoved it into your hands. 

“ What’s this?” You asked, opening the note. Inside it had some handwriting scrambled on it that looked really neat to be Jason’s handwriting. 

“ Why?” He rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. 

“ Just take it and give it to your teacher, nerd. Stop asking questions before I take it back and change my mind.” 

“ You’re only doing this because your mom pleaded my mom to tutor you” He rolled his eyes agains, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. 

“ So what? Are you going to whine about it now? You look and sound like a whale.” 

“ Oh shut up, Carver. You can’t even begin a sentence on paper, let alone write the correct date.” 

He gritted his teeth and backed you agains the locker with one hand leaning against the lockers. He stared down at you with a cold given look. You weren’t afraid of him. You are ready to jug anything at him. 

“ Here is a suggestion dork face, you shut your mouth before I’m going to shut it for you” he spatted. 

“ Is something wrong?” A sweet voice brought Jason out of his anger, he stepped back putting a smile on his face turning to face Chrissy, his girlfriend who looked worried between the two of you.

“ Why aren’t you in class?” She asked. In her hands she has a hall pass. 

“ I was just telling Y/N here how it’s not nice to skip class” he says, giving you a look to go with it. You knew he didn’t want to upset Chrissy, even though he’s a big jerk. Chrissy looked over to you to see that you are glaring at Jason. 

“ What did you do, Jason?” She asked, not believing a word coming out of her boyfriends mouth. Jason looked at her in shock and put a hand on his heart. 

“ Baby, I didn’t do anything. Dork face-“ Chrissy cleared her throat, she shook her head. She didn’t like how he called you names just like he called Eddie “ The freak.”

“ Y/N just need a little help getting to class” 

“ She can find her own way, Jason. I’m pretty. Sure because we share the same class” Chrissy looks at you. 

“ Did he hurt you? Did he say anything?” 

“ I’m used to it, but thank you” you shot her a small smile, casting one look towards Jason and heading towards class. You turned back around after walking away to see Jason and Chrissy bickering with one another. You had hoped you didn’t ruin anything. You decided to skip the morning class since you were already late and headed outside to sit by the tree and work on a drawing.

You didn’t know the time has passed but a shadow cast over to you and blocks the sun from your view. 

“ Please move out of the light” you mumbled to them, looking into your bag for a different kind of pencil to use when the figure knelt down on their knees. 

“ What were you doing with, Carver?” The sound of Dustin’s voice fills your ears. 

“ Nothing that could hurt anyone, Henderson” he hums. 

“ Eddie won’t like it” He says. 

“ I don’t care if Eddie will like it or not, we aren’t friends anymore” you rose your head to glance at him. He had a deep frown on his face. 

“ He misses you, you know?” 

“ Did you need something?” You asked ignoring what he just told you even though it pulled at your heart strings knowing he thought of you. But you didn’t care and shouldn’t since Stephanie Peters decide to make it all better. 

“ When are you going to sit with us? We miss you, I miss you” you closed your eyes giving a sigh. 

“ I miss you too, and the boys too but not for awhile. I need some time away” He nods and stands up dusting himself off from the grass.

“ Don’t let Eddie see you with Carver, he will freak out” Dustin informs you. 

“ He can do what he likes, Dustin. I told you I’m not his friend” 

“ This can’t be real, you have to forgive him” you gave Dustin a look of disbelief not believing what you were hearing. 

“ I believed he was into me, Dustin-“ 

“ He is!” He cuts you off waving his hands around. 

“ Then he went to have Stephanie Peters, out of all the girls to please him like a hungry little puppy begging for a bone. I don’t need to see him, to talk to him or forgive him. He doesn’t deserve it.” 

“ What about how he feels about all this? Don’t you care that he wants to fix it?” 

“ I don’t. There is nothing to fix, Dustin. He chose his path.” 

You stood up from the ground and dusting the grass off yourself, leaning down to grab your things. “ I need to head to my locker, it was good to see you Dustin” he sighs in defeat and watches you head back into school.

It wasn’t until lunch time where Eddie saw you walking in and get into the lunch line, but what surprised him was Jason Carver had popped up behind you. Eddie stood up from his chair and was ready to punch the lights out of Carver if he touched you but his mouth dropped when you turned around to talk to Carver as if the two of you were civil and friends. 

“ Uh oh” Mike says. “ He saw it” Eddie stood up on the table to have a better look at what was going on. He couldn’t believe his eyes that Jason nCarver and you were being civil. You weren’t even throwing insults at him. Not from what he sees. It was like he was seeing a whole new world. 

“ Eddie” Dustin warned seeing him hop off the table. Stephanie had turned her head in time to see Eddie walk past her table and her eye sight landed on you with Carver. 

“ Is that Y/N talking to Jason? Are they friends?” She gasped pointing out with her finger to her friends. “ Is this the same Y/N we’re talking about? The dork? The nerd?” One of her friends turned around to spot you heading towards one of the table departing from Jason.

He only came to apologize for his behavior early. It was probably Chrissy who told him to apologize for being a jerk. You had accepted Jason’s apology with a fake smile and nod that you two were scheduled for a tutor session later in the library for a test that was coming up.

If Jason wasn’t going pass the test then he would be benched from playing any games or playing anything at all. It angered Jason until he came to realize that you were one of the smartest people in the school and you were always getting good grades. He came to realize you would help him. How did he get you to help him? 

He threatened to beat the living lights out of Eddie, take his notebook, the notebook that held his campaign and have Patrick and Andy beat on Mike and Dustin. You were going to have that and agreed. 

You noticed Eddie looking at you in disbelief but you paid no attention setting your tray down in front of Robin as she stopped her conversation she was having, to greet you. She felt eyes on the back of her head and turned seeing it was Eddie standing there in loss of words. 

“ Did you do something to make him stand like that?” She pointed behind her at Eddie whom doesn’t move a muscle at all. You shook your head turning to look at him, shrugging as you picked up a fry. 

It wasn’t until a pair of hands landed on the top of the table that scared you. It scared you enough to make you jump. Not just you but the whole table.

“ Munson, what do you want?” Robin asked. “ You have done enough damage already.” 

He doesn’t even glance at her or says anything as he turns his focus on you. 

“ What are you doing with, Carver? Hm? You know he’s dating Chrissy?” Eddie asks. 

You were ignoring him taking another fry off your tray but as you continued to ignore him, it angered Eddie. If you looked him, then you’d see steam coming from his ears. His jaw was clenched together in anger as he waited for you to talk to him. When he had enough of this, he took your whole tray slide it off the table.

“ What the fuck was that for?!” You shouted stand up from your seat. 

“ I’m talking to you!” He shouted “ or are you too busy thinking about what Jason Carver’s cock looks like!.” 

The cafeteria got silent and it alerted Jason, he stood up from his chair as he watched you and Eddie shout at each other. It looked like a pair of animals ready to tear into each other. 

“ Must be bigger than yours!” 

Robin stood up from her chair and made her way over to you as she wrapped her arms around you. “ Let’s go into the bathroom to cool off.” 

You shrug her off, not wanting to be even touched at the moment. You were beyond anger at Eddie right now. Who does he think he is? 

“ Do you wanna see it, sweetheart?” 

“ See what?” You were confused for a moment until he took a hold of his belt. He was too angry to realize what he was doing.Your eyes grew wide as saucers and you covered your eyes. 

“ She’s not allowed to see it” you heard the familiar voice of Stephanie. You uncovered your eyes seeing her arms wrapped around Eddie. He looks very uncomfortable trying to push her away with a look of disgust on his face. 

“ Um, what are you doing?” He whispered to her. 

“ Relax buttercup, she’s not woman enough to see a real cock” Stephanie whispered back, patting his cheeks as she lets him him. “ You see him” she points to Eddie while talking to you.

“ You’re not even close to enough as I am, enough to handle him. I bet your still an ugly little virgin that doesn’t even know how to cum.” 

“ Sorry, I lost it to your dad, Peters” Stephanie mouth dropped as her face got red. The cafeteria gasped but she couldn’t do anything about it as the both of you were sent to detention later today. You were being watched by the teacher and they had enough of what they heard deciding what to do.

Eddie was about to intervene when he was asked if he wanted detention too. But he licked his dry lips and without giving a reply he hopped on top of the table shouting as he walked across.

You were trying to suppress a giggle that even Jason and his basket ball goons were trying to catch him. 

“ Mr. Munson! Mr. Carver!” The teacher shouted running after the two. Robin gave you a look which you shook your head telling her to ignore it. 

“ I don’t know how you’ll manage detention with that one” she pointed to Stephanie sitting back at her table. “ You’ll end up ripping her hair out if she won’t shut her mouth.” 

“ Can you tell Steve to pick me up later?” Her eyebrow raised leaning forward with her hands on the table as she whispered. 

“ You have something for dingus now?” 

“ No, I just don’t feel like walking all the way home” her eyes grew wide and she smacked your hand. 

“ Are you insane? You walked all the way here in the morning?” You shook your head, snorting a bit. “ No, Carver drove me. His mom insisted on getting me.” 

“ How do you even have Carver on a leash?” 

“ I don’t, Chrissy does. He melts at her every command” 

The cafeteria doors opened again and Eddie ran in with Jason still trying to catch him.

“ Get back here freak!” Jason shouted trying to grab Eddie but missing by a minute. 

“ Too slow” Eddie shouted. You were trying not to show a smile as you watched this go on but Eddie saw briefly there that smile on your face that wasn’t missed by him. He wished he would of stayed longer to look at it but he had to run. 

It wasn’t until detention was over and you tried hard not to rip your own hair out sitting in detention with Stephanie Peters, that Eddie hoped to talk to you. She couldn’t stop talking about how every single boy in the school was out to sleep with her. You remained in your seat glaring at your notebook that you were desperately trying not to rip piece by piece. 

But he took notice of a familiar BMW in the parking lot and saw Steve Harrington sitting in the driver seat. What was he doing here? Why was he here? Eddie waited near the doors with his hands in his pockets as he paced back and forth and a smile grew on his face when he saw you walk out the doors.

He was about to open his mouth, but groaned when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around him. 

“ You’re sweet, Munson waiting for little old me” Stephanie says while placing a kiss on his cheeks. Eddie’s nose scrunched up in disgust as he tried to push her away and not catching that you were making your way over to Steve’s car. 

“ Get off of me, will you?” Eddie pushed her away gently as he could and scoffed at her. Stephanie pouted bouncing on her feet. “ But Eddie-“ she huffed seeing he was already walking away but halted in his steps when he watched the BMW drive off with you sitting in the passenger side. 

“ Hurts doesn’t it?” Stephanie asked. “ She doesn’t seem to want you the way you want her, pity” she continued. 

Eddie gritted his teeth and his hands clenched by his side. His eyes flashed anger when he turned to glare over at her. Stephanie eyes widen seeing his brown eyes were no longer that shade as they held a darker color which sent goosebumps up and down her arms. 

“ Let’s go” he said through his gritted teeth. He didn’t know why he was so angry all of sudden. But it may have to do something with you being driven away by Steve Harrington out of all people. What did you see in him anyways? Have you moved on already? 

“ Where are we going?” She asked, pouting when he gripped her arm dragging her to his van. “ Eddie” she called out him but he didn’t answer her as he slammed the door to the van after he got in. He didn’t ask her to get in when he tolled down the window and gripped the steering wheel like his life dependent on it. 

She sat in the passenger seat of the van with her arms across her chest. 

“ You know she’s probably dating that guy” Stephanie says in hopes those words would make him feel better. But they didn’t, not at all. He turned glaring at her while she sank in her seat. 

“ Either you get out or you sit in silence as I drive you home. I don’t care what you do honestly Peters.” 

“ Don’t need to be rude” she took the handle of the door and go out, making sure to slam the door letting Eddie know that she was upset with him. Eddie pressed his foot on the gas driving off.

She could get her own ride home. 

“ Thank you for that, I really needed it” you put down your drink on the table and wiping your mouth with a napkin.Steve ended up taking you for a bite to eat after he heard the frustrating detention you had with Stephanie Peters. The thought of thinking about her sent shivers down his spine. Not the good ones. 

“ I thought I saw Munson out there too” Steve decided to bring up Eddie since he saw him and thought that you were friends again with him. Robin hasn’t much told him anything about him, just that he hurt you. 

“ Yeah, and?” You asked. 

He shrugged, “ What did he do?” 

You looked outside of Benny’s seeing only a few cars parked in the parking lot with his, a couple was stepping out of one of the cars and held hands as they laughed. 

“ He was seeing Stephanie Peters while being with me” Steve’s eyes widen and his mouth dropped. He was in shock on what he has heard. His hand reached out to place on top of yours. The warmth of his hand hits you with comfort but yet it’s not the one you want. 

“ I’m so sorry” he says. You shrugged like it wasn’t hurting you but it’s been about two months since it happened and yet you still question on why you and what you did wrong to end up being the one who got hurt at the end. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Steve asked worried that he might be overstepping but at the same time he hates seeing you upset. The door to Benny’s opened with almost a slam against the wall. Benny looked over at the sound of the noise watching one of his favorite customers walk through the doors as if they were ready to rip the door off it’s hinges. 

“ Woah there, what’s the fire?” Benny asked. Eddie grumbled underneath his breath, not glancing at Benny.

“ You want your usual, boy?” Benny continued to ask. Eddie nodded his head, his stomach growling in hunger. He hasn’t ate since this morning. 

The sound of your voice caught his ears and he regret looking over seeing who was sitting across from you. Of course you would be here out of all the places. Where you on the date with Harrington? His nose scrunched at the thought feeling his stomach tightened with knots. Were you doing this to get back to him? Was this your revenge?

His eyes bore into the back of your head as if your head was going to explode from the way he was glaring. You felt chills up your arms as if someone was watching you. Steve notices the look on your face. 

“ What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“ Is someone watching us?”you asked leaning in whispering it to him. Steve’s eyebrows shot up in surprised as his eyes roam over the diner until they landed on Eddie. They both locked eyes and Steve tilted his head in surprise to see him there.

“ Is he following us?” Steve asks you. “ Does he not get that you don’t want to talk to him?” 

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and you turned around to see who he was talking about until you saw him. His hands were clenched by his sides, his jaw tightened and his eyes looked darker than the shade they usually were.

He was jealous. It was written all over his face. 

A slight smirk appeared on your lips which Eddie has caught. Grunting in displeased that you found his anger and jealousy as amusement. 

You turned back, clearing you throat and shook your head with a small laugh. 

“ What?” Steve asks. 

“ He’s too much” you mumbled. “ It’s like he’s obsessed with the thought that I found someone else and have moved on.” 

“ Have you?” 

You didn’t answer Steve and remained silent giving the answer he needed to here. He puts his hands on the table and interlaced them together as he sighed. 

“ Not too be an asshole here but your kinda playing a dangerous game” your eyebrow shot up in question on what is he getting at. It’s not like you didn’t notice Eddie watching you and you were doing this out of cruelty. But at the same time you want Eddie to hurt. 

You want him to feel the pain he had caused you. Differently. 

“ How so?” Steve chuckled. 

“ First you walk around with Carver from what I’ve heard Robin tells me, as if your dragging Carver along and now your here with me. Eddie must hate you for what your doing to him. I mean look at the poor guy” he points towards Eddie who’s still standing there like he was glaring at the two of you like his life depended on it. 

You turned back to see Eddie hasn’t moved or looked away. He stood like a statue with his chest breathing up and down. You saw slight movement in his jaw letting you know he’s angry. 

“ Sucks to be him then” you turned back to face Steve, giving a shrug. 

“ Maybe you should talk to who” Steve says like he’s trying to make things better. “ You two should talk it out and see where you both stand on things.” 

“ I don’t think so” you shook your head. The scent of weed, pine, shampoo that you were familiar with a scent of cigarettes hit your nose as goosebumps crawled up your arms. You knew he had came up to the table. 

“ Harrington” Eddie greeted Steve. 

“ Munson” Steve greeted him back. 

“ Y/N” Eddie greeted you. 

“ Eddie” you greeted him. 

There was silence between the table and you weren’t even looking at Steve to see his reaction. You saw from the corner of your eyes, Eddie’s handcuffed belt and it was like you could feel the fuming coming from Eddie. 

“ Are you two kids on a date?” He asked finally breaking the silence. 

“ That’s not of your concern, Edward” you spoke raising your head to meet his gaze. His brown eyes were shade darker that held coldness in them. His lips were in a thin line. His shoulders were stiff as his arms crossed over his chest. 

Eddie chuckled darkly, “ it’s my concern because the last time I checked you were into me. Not the hair.” 

“ I got over you” you lied refusing to meet his eyes and instead stared at Steve who shifted uncomfortably in his seat now. 

“ I call bullshit on that, sweetheart” Eddie balance back and forth on his food. 

“ Eddie! Your food!” Benny shouted. Eddie turns his head at the sound of his voice and nods putting a finger up. 

“ You best be going before your food gets cold, Munson” you mumbled. 

“ I have a microwave in the trailer, you don’t need to worry about my food” he replied with a roll of his eyes. 

“ How long are you going to stand there?” Steve decides to speak up. Eddie turns his head to look down at Steve remembering he was still sitting there in silence. 

“ Oh don’t let me interrupt your little date, Harrington. Continue to talk like I’m not here. Please” Eddie waved his hand over the table as he spoke. 

“ I think your lost, Munson. The door is there” you pointed towards the door without casting him a look. 

“ I’m aware where the door is, sweetheart. Are you aware your not what Harrington is into?” 

“ What is that suppose to mean?” You glared at Eddie as he smirked. 

“ He doesn’t like nerd” he uncrossed his arms from his chest and placed his hands on his hips mocking Steve’s stands. “ Harrington is a god damn baby sitter too, you don’t date those either.” 

“ You don’t decide who I date or like, Eddie. Leave.” 

“ I don’t think so. I’m not leaving until we talk, sweetheart” 

“ We have noting to talk about, Eddie.” 

“ We have a lot to talk about, especially what your doing with Carver out of all people” 

“ It’s not your business, leave.” 

“ No” the two of you kept at it until Benny himself had enough of it. It was casting looks in the diner your way and he thought it was bad for business now that this was happening. He sighed as he tossed the towel over his shoulder and made his way over to your table.

“ Alright, break it up kids. Eddie go home, Y/N sit back down or leave. As much as I love you as my customers. You are bringing attention.” 

Your eyes roamed around the diner seeing people were watching the scene happening between you and Eddie with deep frown on their face. 

“ I’m sorry” you apologized to Benny, then looked at Steve who became interested in the napkin holder as he played with the ends of it. “ I’m sorry, Steve. I think I’ll head home. I need a walk. Thank you for this” you motioned to the finished meal. 

Steve nodded his head without looking at you. It’s not that this didn’t bother him, it was that he was tired of having to hear Eddie this and Eddie that from Robin. He hated that you were fighting with Eddie. You were suppose to be both his friends but he felt like he was in the middle of everything. 

You pushed past Eddie making sure to hit his shoulder on the way out, giving Benny the money you owed for the meal and headed towards the door. Eddie was about to follow you when Benny pulled him back by his arm.

“ Don’t you do it” he says to Eddie. 

Eddie shrugged off his hold and huffed as he took the food from the counter where Benny had left for him and followed you out the door. He saw the back of your head making your way to your house down the path. He sighed to himself knowing he should leave you alone but he can’t seem to. 

He hurries inside his van, making sure to leave the food in the back on the ground and closed it tight preventing from anything spilling out even though it was a burger and large fries. 

The start of his van could be heard when you continued to walk, but you didn’t expect him to follow you side by side. He rolled down the window calling out your name. You looked ahead to paid no mind to him as you continued to make your way at home.

“ You know you’re the most annoying person ever. Get in the van, it’s going to rain soon.” 

“ I don’t need a ride, Munson.”

Eddie grumbled as he slammed his fist against the steering wheel, frustrated that you were being like this in the first place. Why couldn’t you just get into the van without saying anything? Why couldn’t this be easier? Why did you have to be so difficult? 

“ Get in the van, Y/N!” Eddie shouted, gritting his teeth. 

“ No, thank you” you continued to walk when you heard the sound of the door opening and another grumble. A hand wrapped around your wrist, turning you around to face a pleading Eddie. He looked really tired. It was the first time you notice the bags underneath his eyes. 

“ I’m so tired of you pushing me away when I’m trying to talk to you. I’m trying to fix this and you won’t let me.” 

“ Because I don’t want you to fix this.” 

His jaw clenched and he threw his hands up in the air. 

“ Then what do I have to do to fix it? Tell me, and I’ll do it.” 

“ I don’t want you to fix it!” You shouted. 

Eddie stomped the ground getting more and more frustrated by the minute. 

“ You know what, I hate how you make me feel. I hate how you have this affect over me and I can’t move past you. I can’t move on. I hate this and I hate you” Eddie says. 

Your mouth a jar as well as your eyes grew wide as saucers. The words hitting you like a tone of bricks.

“ What?!” You asked. 

He nodded. 

“ I hate you because every time I saw you with some guy, I wanted to rip his head off. I want the guy you spend time with to be me. I want to be able to walk with you to school and drive you home. I want to be able to make you laugh and smile. I want to able to be with you. Just you. I don’t want anyone else.” 

“ Yeah? What about Stephanie? What about those times when you played me like a fool? You were with her while you were with me. You broke me!” You shouted tears flowing down your cheeks. “ Do you have an idea what you’ve done?” 

Eddie frowned seeing your tears. He wanted to reach out to wipe them away but he held back staring at you in silence. 

“ You made me feel not good enough for you” you tell him. 

“ Baby, you were more than good enough for me. I was stupid.” He says. 

“ You really hurt me, Eddie” he nodded reaching over to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“ What can I do to fix it?” He asked again. You shook your head. 

“ I have to go home, I have to get up early to go to Jason’s house.” 

There was a certain look that flashed across Eddie’s face that you didn’t catch in time but you saw his jaw tightened at the mention of Jason’s name. It was like something struck in him. 

“ Get in the van, now.” He said through his gritted teeth. “ I am not asking again” he was using a stern tone that made your knees feel weak. Something inside you told you to not question it about it and giving in as you headed to the van. 

“ Good girl” you heard him say. You paused in your step, biting on your lip and he turned to watch the look on your face when he went to his side to get it. A smirk appeared on his face as he noticed you liked that. Minutes later, the door opened and you silently sat inside with your thighs clenched together. 

Eddie started to van with one hand on the steering wheel while the other had placed on your thigh. He saw that you clenched them together, licking his lips as he tugged them apart. You were trying to push them back together, but he held a strong grip on them.

His hand kept getting higher and higher until his hand got underneath the skirt you were wearing. His index finger glided over the wetness that had formed on your panties. 

“ Is this for me?” He asked, sliding your panties to the side as he fingers collected your slickness. He hummed in approvable while your cheeks redden and you were trying not to moan from him. You needed him to touch you. 

“I like it when a good girl answers. Are you a good girl?” He asked. His thumb pressed onto your clit causing you to gasp out load. His grin widen hearing the gasp. 

“ I wonder what other pretty sounds you can make” He removed his hand where you wanted him most and brought his hand away when you grabbed onto it. 

“ Please, Eddie” you pleaded. “ I’ll be a good girl.” 

He didn’t do anything for the rest of the ride to your house, smirking to himself feeling himself painfully hard in his pants. He wanted to bend you over and have his way with you but he was waiting until he was in your bedroom. 

“ Parents home?” You shook your head, whimper and tugging on his hand to put it back where you needed it. But he didn’t. He kept chuckling to himself until the two of you were in your bedroom. 

He licked his lips eyeing you. 

“ You’re so pretty, you know?” He says sweetly. He walked around your room, taking off his jacket and placing on the back of the chair in your room.

“ Not as pretty as Stephanie Peters apparently” he gave out a deep sigh and shook his head. “ When are you going to stop bringing her up? She was a mistake.” 

“ You were mine” the words hit him like a ton of bricks, they stung a lot but he licked his lips as he stared darkly at you. 

“ How about I show you what a good fuck I gave Stephanie, that I can give you?” He says, in a darker tone. 

“ Let me fuck you until you realized I wasn’t the mistake, I can make you forget even why you are so angry at me. I could make you forget whoever looked our touched you, then you can go back to hating me or not talking to me at all.” 

You hate to admit it but you heard how good he is. You hate to admit, even to yourself but you were still attracted to him. You had only had sex with Eddie once, and it was rushed, that’s why you were standing there debating weather you wanted this. Him. You were so hurt over the whole Stephanie Peters thing. 

Your mind is screaming at you no, not to do this but your eyes are telling him another story. Your body too. 

“ Why do you want this?” You scoffed, trying to mask that you were slowly giving into him. 

“ Simple. You know how good I can give it to you, sweetheart,” he chuckles with a known smirk. 

The way he was looking at you was not making things easier.. His lips parted, forming into a large grin, his eyes on your own lip as he waits for you to speak.

You can’t deny how good he looks right now. 

He steps closer and cups your face with one of his hands, running his thumb over your lips. 

You can’t help yourself parting your lips, taking his thumb between them and sucking on it slowly. He lets out a heavy breathe, locking his eyes with your own as your tongue runs over his thumb. 

“ I can see you want it, sweetheart.” He removed his thumb from your lips and pulled you into him, kissing you hungrily. It felt like Eddie could devour every inch of you with one kiss. His tongue tasted yours with desperation, causing you to make little noises.  

The kiss is messy and intense, for the both of you, your mind is clouded as the only focus seems to be him. Just him.

Reaching for his shirt, you tugged on it in order to get ride of it, getting rid of your own too when he pulled away from you. 

“ You missed me, didn’t you?” Eddie asked. “ Missed all of this” he pointed to his chest. 

You smirked, shaking your head.

“ I think you missed these more” you took his hands into your own placing them on your tits. He licked his lips, making a slurping sound as he kneads them.

“ I did” he moans. Your mind is still screaming on what your doing that your only going to regret this later on. But you, you don’t care at the moment. You might regret it later, right now all you wanted was him. His tongue. His mouth. Him.

His tongue worked skillful on your neck while you felt like puddle in his arms.

His mouth comes back to yours as he pushes you towards your bed, throwing you like you were a doll. His tongue is already shoving it’s way into your mouth, you accept it with a moan focusing on the sloppy kiss.

One of his hands played with the strap of your bra. 

“ I think this is in the way, don’t you think?” He asked, when he pulled away. The rest of your clothes came off after, tossing them wherever in the room. You had no idea when he took off his own clothes too in the process but he was back on you with one nipple in his mouth while his fingers were inside of you. Two of them. He swirled his tongue against your nipple, sucking on it with passion and his two fingers bend inside of your wet pussy.

He knew how good he can make you feel. He did it before.

“ You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. All for me, all desperate to be fucked, you poor little girl..” He teased, breathing against your nipple. 

You let out a moan, staring down at him with a hard glare. 

“ All for you” you moaned, nails digging into his back causing him to gasp as he looked up at you. 

“ Please” you begged.

“ You know I love it when you beg for me, sweetheart” 

“ Oh shut the fuck, Munson and fuck me.” 

He chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of you, and leaned up capturing your lips with his, harshly kissing you like you were going to slip away from him. He moved around until he positioned between your legs, the tip of his cock touching your wet and throbbing folds. 

You moaned. 

“ I want you to ride me” he says, “ show me how much you want it.” 

Deep in your mind, it was screaming for you to stop but you weren’t stopping because your body wanted this. This is what you craved right now. Him.

The two of you switched and you sank onto his cock, feeling the stretch all at once. Your breathing picked up, moaning feeling the sensation of him. He watched with desire in his eyes. 

Your hips started to move as pleasure filled you. Your eyes locked with his, eyes darkening with lust and he couldn’t look away. His lips parted and he moaned, making you forget what he has done. That he hurt you. 

You began to whimper feeling his cock fill you up completely, as followed. Your speed with his own. Both of you were load showing how the both of you craved this. His ring clad hands traveled up your body, one hand grabbing the back of your neck and brings you down.

He moves the hair away and kisses the side of your neck, with a small lick added. 

“ If you don’t slow down, I won’t last long sweetheart” he whispers against your ear. The other hand grasps onto your hip, tightly squeezing.

“ My turn now” he adds with a whisper. He switches, thrusting into you hard, deeply but slowly. The way he was thrusting into you had your clenching around his cock. The sound of your wet pussy been snapped against his cock, his balls slapping against your add mixed with your moans and his, fills the room.

“ This pussy..” He thrust, moaning watching as he does, “ is so good to me.” 

Your walls clench around him tighter, not missing an inch as you moan his name.

“ Look how good she takes it,” he moans, taking your earlobe in his mouth and tugging on it slightly. You feel his cock twitch and another moan escapes his mouth into your ear.You know he’s close and won’t last much longer as he continues to thrust into you with such intensity. 

Your body is tingling with pleasure. 

You feel the burning building into your stomach as he thrust deeply. One of his hands goes to your clit.

“ Look what a slut you are..” He moves his thumb in circular motions against your clit as he pants, gazing down at you. “ You like it, don’t you?” 

“ Mhmmm!” 

A sensation overfills your body focusing on that feeling. You whimper at the feeling. Your juice spills over his cock when you clench around him one more time.

“ C-Cum inside of me.. please..” You gasped between your pants. “ I want it.” 

He moaned tying to talk but he let out a shaky breathe, “ You want all of my cum, sweetheart?”

“ I want it, Eds. All of your cum” your eyes were pleading. 

He thrusted deeply inside of your pussy, moaning your name loudly as he cums deeply inside of you, panting and gasping while he paints your walls. You both are out of breathe, forehead to forehead looking at one another trying to get back to the real world

Eddie helps you slide off of him, sweat covers both your bodies from the moment. You stared at your ceiling tired and sore, but also that sensation lingering still. You lay there feeling Eddie shift besides you in the bed. Your head slowly turns to watch him raise on his elbows before rising fully off the bed walking towards your bathroom. You heard the sound of the faucet turned on and he was back with a wash cloth in his hands. 

He apologized when you winced as he cleaned you off and he tossed it into the trash can by your desk, he didn’t care at the moment that you’d find it and later yell at him. His eyes roam your naked body laying in your own bed. 

“ What?” You asked.

“ You’re beautiful” he says reaching over for his boxers. Your eyebrows frowned together in confusion on where he was going. 

“ Um, Eddie?” He turns to look at you while he zips up his pants. 

“ Where are you going?” 

“ I’m leaving, sweetheart. What does it look like?” 

“ It looks like your leaving me. Is this what you wanted? You were going to toss me away like I was garbage. You never cared about me” your eyes flash hurt as Eddie stared at you in disbelief. 

“ I do care about you, sweetheart. But I don’t think a relationship is what you want right now.” 

“ You don’t know what I want!” You stood up from the bed, aware that your naked and started to throw his things at him while he caught them almost falling over his feet. 

“ Get out!” You shouted pointing to the window. He scrambled to his feet, eyes widen as he made his way to the window with you pushing him to it. He watched as tears ran down your cheeks. 

“ Sweetheart-“ he started to say but you caught him off.

“ No, don’t you call me that! Get out!” 

Once he left through the window you fell back into bed with tears feeling your heart in two. You believed for one moment that he really wanted you and was ready for a new start. You were ready to forgive him, only if he stayed away from Stephanie Peters. 

But that wasn’t the case when your eyes met a sight that made you almost vomit right there and there. Eddie stood by Stephanie’s locker and she was giggling with her hand placed on his chest. His eyes met yours from the corner of his eye and he smirked seeing the look on your face.

“ Hey nerd face” Jason stood in front of you, “ my mom said something about inviting your mom for dinner or something. So I’ll see you later” he grumbled while Chrissy bounced over, throwing her arms around you. 

“ Good morning” she greeted you but you stood frozen staring at the scene in front of you. Jason’s eyes falls onto Eddie with Stephanie and he groans. 

“ You know you can do better dork face, how about a date with Andy?” He grabs onto your shoulder leading you to your locker as your feet tried to plant themselves from letting him push you. 

“ No thanks, Carver. I’ve got a date” this wasn’t unheard by Eddie as you walked past him. He turned his head so fast that he didn’t think he even blinked. You already had a date? 

“ Who’s the lucky guy?” Chrissy asked, nudging you. 

“ Oh you don’t know him, maybe you do” 

“ Tell us!” Chrissy gushed, jumping on her feet. 

“ Steve Harrington” and just like that Eddie’s blood boiled and he stomped away from Stephanie to his locker. He walked past you and his eyes locked with yours.

You had smirk on your face and his glare harden. 

If he was going to play, you were too. 

#jewls writes #Eddie Munson #imagine Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x female character #Eddie Munson angst

[hanakihan]

to follow @i-bring-crack, here i present you all

Sung Jin-Woo / Woo Jin-Chil Weird AU WIPs Bingo (because my fantasy runs wild)

Fatal Frame AU: Jin-Chul disappears on assignement to investigate disappearance of people near small village. Jin-Woo, worried, plagued by nightmares and paranoid over moving shadows in their shared apartment, goes to find Jin-Chul himself. He had no idea that he’s Abyss’ creation that helped It to find and seek back what belongs to It. Jin-Chul was the only survivor in sacrificial night because his mother helped him to escape and ritual failed, entire village consumed in eternal darkness that froze this place in time. Jin-Woo, fighting with his nature as Abyss’ creation, arrives at sacrificial altar, where remaining piece awaits, clad in white and reds. The question is, will he succumb to shadows and finish ritual that failed or will defy his fate.

Houseki no Kuni AU: Clinohumite (Jin-Woo) is a right hand for Gray Diamond (Go Gun-Hee), not the hardest yet not the most fragile of gemstones. Being the one to keep track of all gemstones and their schedules, it falls on him to find always sneaking Alexandrite (Jin-Woo) and finally assign him a proper task. Game of hide and seek results in first proper meeting, the best fighter among them all that catches Clinohumite from falling and breaking, while shining purple eyes laugh at him. Since Clinohumite won by finding him, Alexadrite arrives next day at meeting in clear blue glory, under different light he changes his color and slightly personality. Clinohumite once was on Moon and returned from it barely whole but has no memories of it, because Alexandrite was his initial partner on patrol duty until he failed to save Clinohumite from abduction and that’s why he avoids him, ashamed of his previous weakness.  Clinohumite’s abduction resulted in appearance of other self in Alexandrite (basically pre Monarch awakening Jin-Woo as blue hue Alexandrite at day and Shadow Monarch Jin-Woo as purple hue Alexandrite at night).

Idol AU: Jin-Chul wanted to be a normal office clerk, not to work as an idol manager. He lacks enthusiasm but he gets the job done, but even then he decides that he’ll quit after his final assignment. Final assignment happened to be the most popular Idol in South Korea - Sung Jin-Woo, who, compared to other Idols, is actually nice and easy to manage. Poor Jin-Chul has no idea what a disaster Jin-Woo is, especially after Jin-Chul caught his eyes.  ‘After our contract ends i’m going to retire’ ‘Oh great i plan to graduate from idol industry and take a vacation with you’ ‘Congratulatio-- WAIT WHAT’ And Jin-Woo’s graduation alnum was full of love songs that broke top charts in less than a day.

Absolute Being Incarnation AU: No matter what, Shadow Monarch seeks his God, while God seeks familiar presence. They both awakened through pain and suffering, but in the end they’re together after lifetimes of separation. They’re Origin and Finality of everything, but most of all, they’re two pieces that perfectly match. 

Gacha AU: Jin-Woo was a prime example of pop-culture illiterate. And then apparently Jin-Ah drags him into gacha hell where in addition to his Shadow Monarch title he earns The Supreme Whale title and he absolutely doesn’t regret speding money on 2D husbando when in theory he can have 3D one. Two pining dorks whaling the hell out of game for each other’s content because they’re afraid to speak about their feelings in real life.

Childhood sweethearts AU: Jin-Chul was a white crow that other kids avoided. That is until a really cute boy approached him and asked if he wants to play. Jin-Chul had a thought to be rude so other boy will leave him alone but honestly it won’t hurt to play with a child who’s younger by some years? After that they were playmates for some time because Jin-Chul’s orphanage took kids out to play in park, and one day this boy gifted Jin-Chul really cute but clearly child made plushies of himself and that boy, and Jin-Chul almost cried because no one gifted something directly to him and for him. And boy had courage to propose to him despite being at least head shorter and younger, and Jin-Chul told him to grow up first. That was their last meeting, but Jin-Chul still held those plushie dolls dear to his heart, caring and repairing them when time came. Jin-Woo never forgotten that lonely but pretty boy from childhood to whom he promised to marry once he grows up, and deducted it was Jin-Chul after seeing those old plushies that are clearly taken good care of.  ‘If that boy from years ago to propose to you again, will you accept?’ And Jin-Chul silently drops plushies he was holding, seeing a fine man that still look at him with same admiration and affection just like that pure boy on playground.

Howl’s Moving Castle AU: Jin-Chul is a workaholic who rarely rests, but he still finds time to be kind to people. After unknowingly helping a Shadow Monarch in disguise, he gets cursed by other Monarchs for contacting with exiled one. Now it’s up to Shadow Monarch to return a kindness favor to human who got caught in this mess and fall in love with warmth and brightness of his soul despite his eldery appearance. Also there’s definitely a scene of Jin-Woo lovingly stroking Jin-Chul’s golden locks as man becomes youthful in his sleep again wrapped in blankets near fireplace.

Hades and Persephone AU: Under request of Gun-Hee (Demeter), Jin-Chul (Persephone) visits Underworld to welcome and help new God - Jin-Woo (Hades), since Jin-Chul knew previous Shadow Monarch and helped him from time to time to run things in Underworld. Because Jin-Woo had no idea, he accidentially fed Jin-Chul food from Underworld. Jin-Chul found a solution, thus creating seasonal cycle. Jin-Woo feels bad about his mistake and doesn’t notice how he fell in love with god of spring and nature.

Frog Prince AU: Jin-Woo is a soon to be heir to a kingdom, and he needs a spouse. Unfortunately, he’s not interested in getting married when whole country is open for explaration. In the end, his parents make him to shot an arrow - where it lands, there will be his spouse. Jin-Woo finds his arrow in swamps and near his arrow is an ordinary looking frog. Ashamed to lie to his parents, he brings frog back to palace, where he becomes an object of laughter. Heir’s spouse shall go through trials to show their skills, but seeing that heir brought a frog with him, no one took it seriously. But surprisingly, each morning Jin-Woo found each required item made with utmost care. Jin-Woo goes to bed ready to be a laughterstock next evening because there will be a ball to congratulate him on his engagement on swamp frog, but before falling asleep he feels someone stroking his head and whispering to wait for him at ball night. At that same night instead of a frog a beautiful man enters the room, a shining brilliance that adresses Jin-Woo as his future husband who took a good care of him while he was small and weak. Jin-Woo later finds and burns frog skin making things worse, because Jin-Chul was a cursed missing adopted prince that king Gun-Hee tried to find for years. Now it’s up to Jin-Woo to lift the curse and fix his mistakes.

Palace intrigue AU (Heavily inspired by Kusuriya no Hitorigoto and Cinderella): Jin-Chul’s parents were high ranked prostitutes in red light district that raised him in brothel. By sheer luck and because brothel owner knew General Go Gun-Hee by old friendship, he ended up in his care as a right hand man. By no mans Jin-Chul was a best educated man, but he knew basics enough to preform taks given to him. Who would’ve known that during his visit to palace with Gun-Hee he’ll manage to save princess Jin-Ah from being poisoned? Apparently brothel knowledge comes in handy when someone tries to assassinate someone. And just like that a faceless soldier with no name behind him and no education gains a favor of the Emperor, whom almost no one saw. And on top of that some palace minister, who happens to be Gun-Hee’s friend, has a tendency to drag Jin-Chul into problems while Gun-Hee laughs on background because while Emperor Jin-Woo is in disguise to escape his obligations as a ruler of a nation, it’s still hilarious to see that sparkle in Emperor’s eyes when your adopted son scolds the Emperor for doing something dumb.

IB-inspired AU: Jin-Chul is a busy salaryman, but when given free tickets to attend an art gallery dedicated to famous missing painter Sung Jin-Woo who had a very distinct style focusing on blues and purples, he attended. Too caught up in admiring art pieces, Jin-Chul doesn’t notice changes in gallery and accidentially falls into one of paintings. Ending up in reverse gallery with nothing but a vibrant yet dead looking yellow rose he wanders around and tries to avoid hostile Shadow series paintings that came to life. In the end Jin-Chul finds missing painter - albeit he has some memory issues. But then also he finds that Jin-Woo made a themed self portrait for Shadow Series before his disappearance titled ‘Shadow Monarch’. Now Jin-Chul questions who’s real and who’s impostor while questioning if the person he bonded with is the real Sung Jin-Woo or a pretending Shadow Monarch.

Genderswap AU: Jin-Chul never understood what Hunter Sung found in her - he got the looks, the power, everything he can desire at this point, he’s surrounded by best looking hunters out there, yet despite it all he follows her around, a workaholic, constantly tired and not best looking person out there. She’s tall and too sharp for a dream girl, no curves and softness, only sharp angles and muscle, no skirts and heels, only suits and occasional loafers. She even gets confused for a man most of the times so yes, what Hunter Sung potenially could’ve found in her is a complete mystery for her.  On side note if both are women, Jin-Woo domineering the fuck out of men but chosing bae over hoes because she has her lesbian priorities okay and because chairman’s right hand lady is so fun to tease

Nier AU: After fall of humanity, two Androids - B1 (Jin-Woo) and A8 (Jin-Chul) - continue to wander on Earth trying to fulfill their mission despite no need. B1, who in reality happened to be E1 type Android and A8 - an old model - locate and destroy Monarchs - signle A.I. units that stop Earth from self regenerating. They succeed, but in the end, nothing is left on them, empty falling apart shells that want to meet their end together, because maybe they found humanity while it ceased to exist? /whoever gets why there’s numbers 1 and 8 ilu

Titanic (kinda?) AU: a rich class young master and an ordinary overworked coal covered engineer meet on luxurious cruise ship even though they were never supposed to. What can go wrong on nighttime when both of them meet and talk without social boundaries surrounded by lull of waves? As a part of engineering team Jin-Chul stays on sinking ship and after securing his family Jin-Woo having none of this self sacrificial shit because Jin-Chul has people he cares about too.

Gambler/Organized crime AU: Investigator Jin-Chul having a cold case on his hands - and potentially, the Shadow Monarch, one of Monarchs that rule underground criminal world in Korea, has needed leads to finally solve it, so killing spree can be ended. Once a month his syndicate organizes gambling night - a type of gambling battle royale between participants and Shadow Generals for winning and having a chance to have an audience with unreacheable Shadow Monarch. Jin-Chul, desperate to find a lead, signs in as a participant and slowly climbs him way towards victory, avoiding death along the way. Surprisingly, he gets small aid from ‘benefactor’ who seems benevolent enough. Jin-Chul survives the night and has a meeting with a mysterious Shadow Monarch, who’s curious what a government dog (heh--) is doing in such place and why going to such lenghts. Jin-Chul saw Monarch’s face and learned his name over a cup of herbal tea and didn’t even thought how he’ll walk out of here alive after that. It was written all over his face and Jin-Woo had best laugh in years because of that and after drugs kicked in and exhausted Jin-Chul fell asleep, Jin-Woo spared him, curious of what Mister Investigator will do and will his actions shake Monarchs balance in underground world. 

Benelovent God AU (Crane's Return of a Favor inspired): Jin-Chul led a simple life as a peasant - there was food on his table and his adopted father was well, and that was enough for him. One night he got lost and stumbled upon a butterfly field, pleace clad in darkness yet luminated by flapping wings of blue butterflies. In middle of it grew an old majestic tree and right under it was almost destroyed altar. Jin-Chul, feeling tired after field work, tidied place a little and prayed to unknown god, asking for forgiveness and a chance to sleep near tree. Next day he wakes up covered by expensive looking robe and with butterflies sitting on him, but instead of taking anything, he draps it over altar and even leves small offering from remaining food he had. Jin-Chul continues to visit that altar and take care of it, eventually sharing how his day went or his troubles while doing work here, and when that happened, one of butterflies always ended up following him back home only to disappear later. With time his household started to flourish and life in village became so much better, and Jin-Chul one day asked if unknown god wants something in return for shown kindness and unknown god finally manifests, replying that Jin-Chul showed kindness first even though he had no idea to whom he prayed. It was kindness of a stray human that awakened a sleeping god that fell in love.

Fashion industry AU: Who would’ve thought that an average looking manager will catch worldwide known fashion designer’s eye? Jin-Woo was having a slump of ideas, none of best models inspired him, he had no one to model for his recently released collection photoshot. Enter Jin-Chul who was just accompanying one of models to end up dressed up and groomed for a photoshot under careful eye of essentric fashiom designer Jin-Woo. And then he gets an offer to be Jin-Woo’s personal model for next collection? Cue sexual tension during a simple measurements taking scene--

Blind and Mute AU: Jin-Chul was born blind. Jin-Woo became mute because of trauma. Two of them meet in a park, awkwardly sitting on a bench. Jin-Woo helps Jin-Chul to navigate around new places while Jin-Chul talks with Jin-Woo without demanding answering back. They grow comfortable around each other and their communication method is touch, two become function as one, comfortble and complete.

Villain/Hero AU: Jin-Chul was absolutely unfortunate enough to be selected as a Hero that will go and slay Shadow Monarch. Turns out Shadow Monarch is a bored shut-in who didn’t even leave his lands and has no idea that someone does crimes under his name. Entire misunderstanding gets resolved with a good cup of tea and Shadow Monarch decides it is time to socialize after being a shut-in for 1000 years. Jin-Chul thinks it was a bad idea. Jin-Woo says that hero now can rest since Shadow Monarch was slayed - his heart now belongs to a tired man who unceremoniously entered his palace to slay him.

Soulmates AU: with appearance of Gates and Mana, in rare cases hunters can become Soulmates - those who have a connection through which their mana reaches other. Jin-Woo was weak, but he felt much stronger mana trying to keep him somewhat safe, while Jin-Chul felt a weak flicker of someone’s mana shyly touching his own. The stronger Jin-Woo becomes, the more Jin-Chul knows and feels it, and eventually Jin-Woo’s mana starts to terrify and hurt him. Jin-Woo has no idea that Jin-Chul is his soulmate since his own mana started to eat other’s. Weak warm touch of other’s mana is what reminds Jin-Woo of who he is and that he mustn’t lose himself in his own power.

Omegaverse AU: Jin-Woo is a weakest hunter but also a completely ordinary beta. Then he gets hit with Ashborn’s yassification and changes to alpha that demands to domineer to claim to own. And then there’s Jin-Chul who’s also a normal beta and has no idea that Jin-Woo is an alpha because betas literally cannot smell others or feel. Despite Jin-chul being a beta, Jin-Woo still finds his smell rather nice and soothing, not annoying like alpha’s or sickeningly sweet like omegas. Cue alpha’s courting that an ordinary beta completely doesn’t understand. Alpha in Jin-Woo is completely overjoyed when Jin-Chul allows him to mark his neck with a bite even though it does nothing to beta and it’s a literal pain in neck but oh well, he can survive this (he has no idea it will become worse once it’s rut period someone save him).

That’s some weird ass AUs okay but those are at least fun sounding (i hope) because i have additional 30 in my safe but G O D they need brushing because they’re an overall idea mess WHEEEEEEEEEEZE)

#solo leveling #sung jin woo #woo jin chul #my friends let's make it a thread #yall share your AUs too #the more the merrier #i had to brorse and filter through 52 AUs i had in my folder because 2/3 of them are spur of moment #jinwoo and jinchul are fun archetypes to work with ngl #stories and ideas write themselves

[officiallordvetinari]

Below are 10 articles randomly chosen from Wikipedia's Featured Articles list. Brief descriptions and links are below the cut.

Bride of Frankenstein is a 1935 American science fiction horror film, and the first sequel to Universal Pictures' 1931 film Frankenstein. As with the first film, Bride of Frankenstein was directed by James Whale starring Boris Karloff as the Monster and Colin Clive as Dr. Frankenstein. The sequel features Elsa Lanchester in the dual role of Mary Shelley and the bride.

Chew Stoke is a small village and civil parish in the affluent Chew Valley, in Somerset, England, about 8 miles (13 km) south of Bristol and 10 miles north of Wells. It is at the northern edge of the Mendip Hills, a region designated by the United Kingdom as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, and is within the Bristol and Bath green belt.

David Hillhouse Buel Jr. (July 19, 1862 – May 23, 1923) was an American priest who served as the president of Georgetown University. A Catholic priest and Jesuit for much of his life, he later left the Jesuit order to marry, and subsequently left the Catholic Church to become an Episcopal priest.

Denbies is a large estate to the northwest of Dorking in Surrey, England. A farmhouse and surrounding land originally owned by John Denby was purchased in 1734 by Jonathan Tyers, the proprietor of Vauxhall Gardens in London, and converted into a weekend retreat. The house he built appears to have been of little architectural significance, but the Gothic garden he developed in the grounds on the theme of death achieved some notoriety, despite being short-lived.

Courbet was the lead ship of her class of four dreadnought battleships, the first ones built for the French Navy. She was completed shortly before the start of World War I in August 1914.

The ketogenic diet is a high-fat, adequate-protein, low-carbohydrate dietary therapy that in conventional medicine is used mainly to treat hard-to-control (refractory) epilepsy in children. The diet forces the body to burn fats rather than carbohydrates.

The football match between Manchester United and Ipswich Town played at Old Trafford, Manchester, on 4 March 1995 as part of the 1994–95 FA Premier League finished in a 9–0 victory for the home team. The result stands as the joint record, with Southampton having subsequently lost by the same scoreline at home to Leicester City in 2019 and away at Manchester United in 2021, while Bournemouth also lost 9–0 to Liverpool in 2022.

M-185 is a state trunkline highway in the U.S. state of Michigan that circles Mackinac Island, a popular tourist destination on the Lake Huron side of the Straits of Mackinac, along the island's shoreline. A narrow paved road of 8.004 miles (12.881 km), it offers scenic views of the straits that divide the Upper and the Lower peninsulas of Michigan and Lakes Huron and Michigan.

Santa María de Óvila is a former Cistercian monastery built in Spain beginning in 1181 on the Tagus River near Trillo, Guadalajara, about 90 miles (140 km) northeast of Madrid. During prosperous times over the next four centuries, construction projects expanded and improved the small monastery. Its fortunes declined significantly in the 18th century, and in 1835 it was confiscated by the Spanish government and sold to private owners who used its buildings to shelter farm animals.

Sarcoscypha coccinea, commonly known as the scarlet elf cup, or the scarlet cup, is a species of fungus in the family Sarcoscyphaceae of the order Pezizales. The fungus, widely distributed in the Northern Hemisphere, has been found in Africa, Asia, Europe, North and South America, and Australia.

#going back to basics on this one #I'd appreciate reblogs

[teashoptiramisu]

Fluffy fanfic rec list

On one of my Discord servers people were talking about how people seem more likely to recommend angsty fic, so I decided to put together a fluff rec list, just for fun! This is gonna be a variety of fandoms, wordcount length, genres, etc. -- the common factor is I like ‘em and they turned up when I search “fluff” in my bookmarks. I’ll point out if any are nsfw

ATLA

see your son rising at last by aloneintherain --  ATLA -- 6.5k words -- Iroh & Zuko 5+1 things fic  

North by ryfkah -- ATLA -- 300 words -- short & sweet Appa POV fic

definitely not suspicious at all in the least by presumenothing -- ATLA -- 1k words -- post-canon Gaang shenanigans

All The Gentle Creatures by Haicrescendo -- ATLA -- 10k words -- animals love Zuko, he’s basically a Disney Princess

Yuri!!! On Ice

see you next level by verity -- YoI -- 1.5k words -- Yuuri, Viktor & Phichit get drunk & watch TV, Yuuri & Viktor continue to be the most adorably sappy couple

Friendship!!! Is Magic by afrai -- YoI & OHSHC -- 10k words -- Yuuri & Haurhi meet at a conference and become friends. Viktor & Tamaki make fools of themselves (but what else is new)

Howl’s Moving Castle (mostly bookverse)

Second Time Lucky by labellementeuse -- HMC -- 5.5k words -- Howl & Sophie plan their wedding (lol i spelled that “weeding” on the first try... also accurate). As you might expect for these two it doesn’t go without some hiccups.

Could it be magic? by SpiritedYoungLady -- HMC -- 500 words -- Howls comes back from night with the rugby club, and Sophie is unamused

Fulllmetal Alchemist (mostly bhood/manga)

All That Describes a Joyful Heart by anthrop  -- FMA -- 3k words -- Hohenheim & Trisha cook together during a winter storm & they are simply TOO ADORABLE. Features some Xerxian cultural headcanons inspired by Nowruz (Persian New Year) traditions!

And They Were ROOMMATES by Turbulent_Muse -- FMA -- 30k words -- Modern AU in which college student!Ling moves into a haunted house, but since the rent is too good to pass up, he decides to try and befriend the demon. Greedling friendship & adventure fic.

Science for People Who Hate Science by Tierfal -- FMA -- 66k words -- Royed Modern AU, but even if you dislike that ship you might want to give this one a chance; it’s really more of an origfic about two characters losely inspired by Roy & Ed. They run a goofy educational youtube channel and are two dorks in love. Al shows up to make fun of them sometimes. It’s a good time!

The Sleeping Horror of Whiskerford by Eltea -- FMA -- 3.5k words -- another modern AU, in which the gang (Ed, Al, Winry, Riza, Roy, Hughes) plays D&D. Worth it for Ed’s character sheet alone, but overall just a hilarious & fun time.

A Clowder of Cats by Batsutousai -- FMA -- 4k words -- post-canon (a more-or-less canon universe fic for once!), Al settles down and adopts a bunch of cats (AS HE DESERVES)

Teen Wolf

the butt is a gift by lazulisong -- Teen Wolf -- 1.5k words -- Stiles is pinned to the couch by cats. I think this is part of a larger AU but tbh I don’t care: Stiles, cats, relatable dilemmas, what more do I need?

When the Bough Breaks by The Feels Whale (miscellea) -- Teen Wolf -- 12k words -- A bit of a weird one, but sometimes I like my TW fic weird. post-canon-ish/canon-divergence with endgame Sterek; Stiles is on the outs with Derek’s pack until they learn that he’s adopted a baby, and then they’re suddenly all over to dote on her. I actually really mostly liked this for Stiles’ single parent struggles and (platonic) relationship with the baby’s birth mother, the werewolf stuff & romance was cute but mostly incidental.

Misc fandoms

it's a new craze by attheborder -- Good Omens -- 5k words -- Crowley & Aziraphale start an advice podcast

Hot Springs and New Beginnings by CorundumBleu -- Hollow Knight -- 3k words -- in a good ending universe, Quirrel, the Knight, and The Last Stag relax at a hot springs and discuss hopes for the future. I recommend looking through CorundumBleu’s other HK fics as well -- there’s a couple other good fluff fics in there and some most angsty but still amazing stories! (I’m biased: CB is my sister & I helped edit these, but still, I think they’re great!)

Sufficient by atheilen -- The Goblin Emperor -- 2k words -- deaged!Maia; in which everyone and particularly Beshelar shows how much they care for and cherish Maia.

Sick Day by avg (AnxiousEspada) -- The Murderbot Diaries -- 4k words -- Overse & Arada are sick; Ratthi and later Murderbot visit to help them out. “To everyone’s surprise, a feverish Overse is SecUnit approved humor-fuel.” (P.S. if you like this fic consider checking out my sequel to it!)

Thrilling Night! Romantic Adventure at the Video Rental Store! by Masu_Trout --  Undertale -- 2.5k words -- wonderful Outsider POV of an employee at a video rental store who gets the admittedly uncertain priviledge of helping Alphys and Undyne pick out a movie to rent for their date night. I’m still not over the movie they end up picking, OMG.

Gonna add a reblog with BNHA, Natsuyu, Gravity Falls, and maybe some HP recs tomorrow.

Also, if you like these fics and know of more like them, feel free to let me know! I’m always taking fic recs (I’m slow to get around to them but I WILL save your recs for later) :P

#not atla #but also atla #fic recs #fanfic #yoi #hmc #fma #teen wolf #good omens #the goblin emperor #the murderbot diaries #undertale

[quandaryqueen]

@thegremlininlove requests:

Arkhamverse, War of jokes and riddles, and Gotham riddler's

w crush villain! Reader who's transfixed with their voice (I'm aware that war of jokes doesn't have any voice lines, he looks like the type of person who'd have a attractive voice )

They can ramble about anything. A n y - f u c k i n g - t h i n g and reader would just nod between the lines as they only focus on his voice

When they ask something about their plans reader would snap out of it and say "Huh? Oh, yeah! :)" as if they know what he's fucking saying

Hypnotic taking over

Edward Nygma X Reader

Are you a sucker for voices? I know I am.

💚 Gotham

No omg 'coz Cory Michael Smith (the actor portraying this Eddie) IS GREAT AT SINGING! Alright that's just me simping but anyways!

So there was our precious dork, going off about the real story based of Moby Dick along with its historical contexts. Fawning over his voice, you remember certain words being uttered by him. Somewhere in the middle there was a mention of whale farming and its impact towards the early industrialization of America, draining an island of its resources, causing the near extinction of whales, then cannibalism... Somehow you were able to disregard that as you drown in his sweet, sweet voice. Edward would be worried that he was boring you with his usual casual data dump in the middle of the day when he notice you dazing off.

"Oh uh... S-sorry, I uh tend to ramble... Do you mind?"

Absent-mindedness had you shooting up to answer haphazardly... And poorly. "Oh, yeah!"

Your gut takes a self-inflicted mental punch when his features twists with pain.

"Wait, no-no-no-no! That's not what I meant! I meant it... Um..." With your attempt to save face you can't think of a thing to say, while your hands continues to make certain gestures portraying your trial of coming up with an excuse. When none came to mind you gave up. "Alright, you got me I was actually not paying attention I'm sorry... I was... Distracted. I'm sorry I didn't mean to--"

"No, no it's okay." Can't blame you, he knows he can be boring.

"-I-it's just that I was... Kinda... Findyourvoiceattractive."

He stares at you with wide eyes, his pale face visibly and vividly getting shades of red. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, he clears his throat and pushes the glasses up his nose.

"Oh um... Th-thank you."

💚 Arkhamverse

I realised I just made something similar to this request about Arkhamverse Edward!

💚 The War of Jokes and Riddles

Oh darling, he noticed. The first time he was a touch annoyed when you were not paying attention, how rude of you, what has gotten you distracted when he's elaborating about his recent schemes?

Oh... Oh 😏

No, once he knows he isn't relenting. You like the way his voice? How about when it drops to a low volume, you'd hear how his voice vibrates against his throat. Oh he's not stopping there, he'd pull you closer, his lips almost touching your ear with every word. Perhaps this way, you'd have his undivided attention and be forced to listen closely.

"Now, be a good little darling and listen to me... Alright?"

#edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #arkhamverse riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler #the war of jokes and riddles riddler #the war of jokes and riddles riddler x reader #gotham edward nygma #gotham edward nygma x reader #thegremlininlove

[kirliao]

evermore: short series

fandom: top gun maverick

character(s): various members of the dagger squad

a/n: oh this was fun. it was pretty fun. and i love javy so..so much. did u guys know greg’s gonna be in the new mission impossible movie? thats rad. anyway my words got away from me 

track three: gold rush ( aka “may y/n be swallowed by a whale before she admits her feelings” )

the story's simple. your mom knew his mom and that's how the two of you met. standing by awkwardly while both of your moms used the moment to catch up with each other at the supermarket.

you were about twelve years old and itching to just go home and delve into this new book you'd borrowed from the library while javy was this punk-looking thirteen year old with a perma-frown, as if his mother just dragged him out of bed for a trip to the grocery store.

she did, but you didn't know that then. you really just wanted to go home; feeling bad for this boy wasn't really at the top of your list.

but when the two of you locked eyes after your mothers have bid goodbye to each other, you'd be lying if you didn't think he was interesting. or cute. or both.

it was both. who knew mrs. machado's son was actually cute if he just, well, stopped frowning?

but then it was your turn to frown when you realized that this was the same boy that your friend had been gushing about the weekend before. apparently, he and his little posse of boys liked to hang around the mall and your friend wanted to see what all the hype was about. you remember refusing to come, thinking that it was a waste of time. you'd rather score tickets at the arcade and come home with something nicer than a boy.

you spent the ride home looking out the window, some old tune about love on the radio that your mother idly sang along to.

it was the first romance-related crisis you've ever had. and you hated that you were placed in this precarious position of having eyes for the same guy your friend did.

and you dreaded the walk to school the morning after.

,

"y/n? hello? earth to my best friend?" your best friend's lips were glossed. hair done up in this beautiful style that you wished to emulate but you were too scared to try. not even - hell, not especially - to gain some guy's attention.

but the pit in your stomach when you think of his face ...

"i feel kinda sick." you groaned.

she rolled her eyes and just grabbed your arm to have you fall in step with her.

"well, don't puke or something. or at least wait until after lunch. we can both call home and get picked up early!"

you wanted to ask about what was so special about lunch, but figured that your question would be answered soon enough.

and the answer wasn't what you wanted.

as relationships went in the precarious teenage years, part of you knew that this wasn't gonna last. you loved your best friend, but she grew tired of boys quicker than you finished your jawbreakers.

and the painfully executed public display of affection you saw between your best friend and javy during lunch over your homemade sandwich was just the first stone in the short paved steps of how your best friend handled life with her paramours. she’d sat on his lap and gave him a kiss or so, but you noticed that when she was distracted with a conversation or two with someone that wasn’t you or javy, he would stare right at you. 

you figured that it was just the disbelief that his new girlfriend’s best friend was the same dork he’d met the day before.

you did end up calling your mom after lunch to take you home, your best friend doing the same thing. soon enough, you find yourself walking home together. you felt more queasy than anything else.

"so .. didn't i tell you? he's cute, right?" she inquired, reapplying her lip gloss for the umpteenth time.

"uhh .. yeah. he's ..he's cute."

"so i have your support?"

and when you didn't respond quick enough, she held an arm out to stop you from walking.

you looked at her arm, then at her face.

she wasn't stupid or selfish. sure, you dressed a little plainer than she did and was just a tad bit quieter but you two were attached at the hip. she favored you more than anything. she favored your thoughts and opinions over anyone else's.

your support has always meant everything.

and even if you wanted to put down javy as your first-ever full-blown crush, you favored her too. so you nodded.

"you have my support."

,

years after, you'd think back to that moment with great fondness.

you were right. the two of them didn't last. not that your relationship with either soured after.

it remained the same. you and your best friend continued to live life together. and while she eventually knew of your raging crush on javy, she was all too happy to help you find your own person, just as a supportive best friend does. she does it year in and out; all out of love, really.

your mother and javy's mother also started to hang out more, which meant that javy came over a lot. or you came over to the machado household more.

the two of you started to talk more and you found out that he was more than just the frown he had on his face when you first met. that he was more than the too cool for school posse he hung out with at the mall. that he was a total mama's boy and that, while it was annoying at first, he started to like it when your mothers started hanging out more.

it meant that there would be someone at home to hang out with that was his age. someone new. someone he didn't have to put up some kind of front with.

he was a lot more warm. liked to joke around and play harmless pranks on unsuspecting people. laughed a lot more than you thought he did. a lot more silly than you thought or from how you’ve seen him around his friends or your best friend.

he also didn’t like how trapped he felt in the role he had made for himself. a tough, cool dude who had to keep up appearances and make do with what he had after his father had left him and his mom a year prior. the two of you sat on a plush rug, chips and dip in between the two of you as he had recalled the day his father left. he bit his bottom lip, a nervous tic that you’ve noticed the more you spent time with him.

the lull of the old louis armstrong vinyl playing interwoven with your mothers’ laughter coming from the living room made you all too aware of the room you were in.

seventeen and eighteen years young. basketball posters on the wall. droplets of condensation on the top of your hand from the beer cans that javy had managed to swipe from the garage fridge and tossed at you, swearing that they were just way better than plain old sprites and root beers.

“the beer’s bitter.” you said, finally breaking the silence after you realized that you haven’t spoken up in a while.

“yeah, beer’s like that.” he had laughed, taking a swig from his own drink before nudging you. a gesture encouraging you to drink more.

that particular year went on.

truth is, years after initially meeting javy and his squad, you and your best friend had been unknowingly inducted into one of the cooler social spheres in your school.

so it wasn’t a surprise that for every school event, there would be gaggles of girls just wanting to be asked out by the four young men.

same for you and your best friend, though they were all frivolous little dates. none of them were ever serious; none of them paralleled the crazy feeling you felt when you had first met javy. 

the only surprise was how your own best friend wanted javy to ask you out. 

“but .. didn’t you guys used to date?”

she scoffed, her glossed lips pouting. “used to. it’s all in the past. we were in middle school! come on, y/n.”

but you were still unsure. that, and to be perfectly honest, competing was never really your thing.

you liked single player games. playing skee ball by yourself. you put your hand down when somebody else already raised theirs and you think that they could give a better answer during the lecture.

and you sure as hell didn’t want to compete with a dozen other girls that would stare daggers at you at the first wind of having another competitor in the arena for javy’s attention.

and that’s if they haven’t already stopped staring daggers and wishing pain on you for even being in his inner social circle.

you were about eighty percent sure that one of your nightmares has been being on ‘the bachelor’, too. 

you stared at javy across the way, watching as he leaned against his locker, surrounded by his boys. after a second, he caught your gaze and he waved, flashing a grin.

“you have my support. you know that, please know that.” your best friend whispered right at your ear.

the last thing you remember after was your best friend tapping the back of your shoulder repeatedly.

,

you turned around, holding this big bouquet of flowers and feeling oh so erratic and nervous and all the goddamn synonyms in the entire fucking thesaurus–

“y/n! y/n! where are you?! i need – oh my god, i need my bouquet! hand it over!” it was the shrill voice, such chaos emanating from your best friend.

you cursed your heels as you walked as fast as you could to where she was, handing the bouquet to her.

even while an emotional wreck, her glossed lips and beautiful hair distracted the world, as it always did. her wedding dress was as perfect as it could be; your maid-of-honor one matching but not upstaging. 

it was crazy. the two of you almost into your thirties and you get to watch her marry the love of her life. her actual person. the one, that she’s always harped on and on about. and while you had a slight cynical streak, it was pretty hard to keep when you see her with her lover. the two of them loved each other, it was obvious. it almost made you jealous.

before you left the room, she grabs your arm and pulls you close. her lips almost brushing your ear before she speaks up, “so .. this guy.. i have your support, right?”

you pulled back and looked at her, mustering the best smile you could give under stress. “you have my full support. trust me, he’s great.”

after the initial stress, the ceremony goes off without a hitch. soon enough, everyone’s ushered into the reception.

a few dances here, some teary-eyed family speeches there, and you find yourself helping to clean up some of the mess before you would make your way back to your hotel room.

the sound of someone clearing their throat caused you to turn around.

it was javy, dressed in his uniform.

your eyes widened. you saw that he was in the list, but you’ve craned your neck so many times during the ceremony and the reception that you knew that you would’ve seen him if he was there.

“sorry, i was .. really late.” oh, well, there’s that.

“it’s okay. um ..did you say hi to them already?” you craned your neck again. this time, looking for the bride or even, the groom.

“uh, yeah. i gave them my gift and apologized. honestly, i think she’s just glad this whole thing is over. weddings seem..stressful.”

you had to laugh, “yeah, they are. i’ve been busting my ass for about a year now over this engagement.” the year in question was a year you had seen him less. things change. people grow. people get jobs. and javy gains new obligations the further he gets into his career.

“well, seems that this one’s done for. you can breathe now.” he’d joked. you nodded, folding up the tablecloth in your hands. “yeah, finally.”

you took a few steps to the nearest table to set the tablecloth on it before turning back to him. “so .. are you staying long or do you have to leave soon?”

he shrugged, “up to you. i’ll stay as long as you like.”

you hummed, turning back around to fix the tablecloth that didn’t really need any fixing but god, you wanted to scream. only he could say those kind of things to you and have your nerves fraying like a full wig from the static electricity of children’s playgrounds.

“do you wanna get a drink? i’ll pay.” he finally spoke up, finding that while he appreciated the silence around you, this one wasn’t as comfortable.

you glanced back at him and gave a small smile. “well, you are paying.”

as the two of you were about to leave, you saw the dj packing up his equipment. 

tapping javy on the chest to get his attention, you told him about your want to tip the man for doing a great job on the event. and that, yes, he was paid, but you were pretty sure that there were so many people that requested songs that you felt a little bad.

“what, you don’t got money?” he asked, though he’s already reaching into his own pocket.

you frowned, “i left it in my hotel room, javy. this dress isn’t really meant for holding stuff, y’know.”

he shrugs, “that’s fair. here, some few dollar bills to spare–” he’d begun before his wallet drops, you rushing to catch it in time but sadly, it drops to the floor.

it’s open when it lands, your eyes skimming through the tiny picture inserted on the side. 

it was javy and you. prom night. a tiny printed picture that your best friend had no doubt had developed since you remember the moment fondly. 

he had asked you to be his date, right there at the door before the entire group went in. somehow, you found yourself saying yes and amidst the cheers from your shared friend group, he had pulled you in for a picture. your best friend at the ready with her flash film camera.

javy had pulled you close to him, both hands on your waist while you had both of yours on his chest. he had the biggest grin on his face as the click signals a picture taken. it was the happiest you’ve felt in forever, laughing as he never let go of you until you reminded him that the two of you still needed to go inside the building for the actual prom. 

“y/n?”

“you still have it.” you stated, picking up the wallet and holding it closer.

while you couldn’t see it, javy broke into a grin. “never left my wallet, actually.”

you looked up at him, only to see that he had already moved. he struck up a short conversation with the dj and gave him the money before making his way back to you.

“so..drinks?” was his only inquiry before he found your arms wrapped around his neck and he was finally being kissed by the woman he liked.

after pulling back, you looked right into his eyes. “it never left your wallet?” 

you had said it so softly that javy wasn’t initially sure that you’d said it. he shook his head in response. you tilted your head slightly. “why not? why .. me?”

his hands on your waist pulled you in closer. “why not you?”

this time, you shrugged. “just .. “

and a badly-clipped montage of all the times you’ve seen javy with other people plays in your head. on how he always seemed to look right at you, questioning. how every time you think about taking your chance, you just never wanted to jump in the gold rush that was this man’s appeal. 

because after prom, the two of you graduated. then life got in the way. and even with the reassurance that he liked you, wanted you..you just didn’t feel confident enough to take a step towards him.

until now. 

“nothing, i guess. i..how..when did you know? that, you know, you…liked me?”

“honestly?”

“honestly.”

he bit his lip, the way he would before he was gonna tell you something that’s been in his mind for a while. “since our moms stopped each other at the grocery store.”

your eyes widened, before you looked down and bit your own lip momentarily. 

upon looking back up, you stared right at his eyes again. “i like you too.”

“god, i sure hope so. otherwise, we’ll be making out in an almost empty room for no reason.” javy replied before pulling you in for another kiss.

so the story wasn’t simple in terms of detail. but in the end, all that ever mattered was that you and javy liked each other.

( cue your mothers rejoicing when the news of the two of you dating reached them. clinking glasses of wine over sunday brunch and shit. )

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #javy machado x reader #javy machado x you #javy coyote machado #top gun x reader #javy coyote machado x reader #javy coyote machado x you #this one is happy i promise #Writes.

[repentarium]

the truth is i've been dreaming of this tired, tranquil place tag 14/??

ao3

interlude - a line allows progress, a circle does not

Eddie stays. He couldn’t not stay, but he doesn’t sleep. He may have been drunk enough to suppress the little voice that said kissing Steve was the worst idea he’d ever had in a long and storied career of bad ideas, but he wasn’t drunk enough to turn off his damned brain. 

Steve was smokin’ hot and so so kind and good to him. Also, importantly? Vitally? So straight. Ladykiller King Steve, straight as an arrow, handsome babysitter extraordinaire with truly the best hair that you’ve ever seen, who was also sad and lonely and had a little too much to drink. It happens to the best of ‘em, Eddie figures, and not to toot his own horn but he was kind of pretty, even with the scars and the hyperactive nerdiness and the alleged satanic tendencies. Hell, if you squint he’s mostly hair and hips and jacket (by design). What’s not to like?

Steve didn’t deserve this though, for his friend to take advantage of the drinks because he (of course) had a debilitating crush on him, just like everyone else. He should be able to trust a friend, and yeah, it took him a bit of (obscenely hot, Christ) kissing and stumbling home and semi-nudity to shake his head and stabilize himself, but look, he’s only a man. 

This wouldn’t have been the first time some straight guy kissed him and then decked him or vanished from his life or whatever, and Steve would have done it kindly sure but damn if Eddie couldn’t handle his only real grown up friend (who again was somehow Steve fucking Harrington) keeping away from him or being afraid to sit next to him, especially not when Eddie’s own heart was so prone to histrionics and pining and daydreaming and suffering. 

He’s just grateful he managed to shake some sense into himself before it went too far. Unless it already had, which is what he’s thinking and overthinking and rethinking with an angry whale of a head while Steve snores lightly and grumbles against him. 

Sure the whole night was like magic, like fizzy drinks and sparkly lights and awful sweet tooth romantic comedies, and there was a long and interlinked series of the best kisses in his (admittedly very short) history of kissing, all with Steve so it was better than he could have ever dreamed. Which, okay, sounds sad and cheesy and dramatic but after all Eddie is like if you had a theater major who didn’t go to college and instead ran tabletop roleplaying games for teens and also fronted a metal band on top of being maybe the only gay man in Hawkins, Indiana, population 15 people and 16 churches, who by the way has a very stupid unrequited crush on his best (only) friend who is a jock and an actual angel from heaven and also so fucking straight. Yeah, it’s exactly like that. Anyways, all that to say, he regrets it. It’s fucking complicated! A bad, bad idea. And dangerous. 

It’s dangerous, like sirens and alarms and flashing lights, like every warning sign all jumbled together into an explosion of fire and just the worst vibes. 

Because he’s his best friend. And yeah Eddie used to like danger and adventure but either the almost-dying and the nightmares that followed or the full reliance on this dork of a guy and his place in his life has him wanting to put the fire out, turn off the lights, go back in time to when he was just looking at him with moon eyes and pretending like he could maybe one day like him back. It was too much, too close to the sun, wax wings slain et cetera et cetera. 

And it’s so immensely screwed up because if he didn’t care about Steve at all, or if he was just a regular friend or a jock acquaintance, they could have maybe fucked and gotten it out of their systems. But Steve, like… Steve deserves the world actually, okay, he’s going to marry some hot girl and have a bunch of kids and go on weird vacations and say things like ‘let’s blow this popsicle stand’ and sure that’s not the world to everyone per se, it’s certainly not the world for Eddie, but it’s the world for Steve. Eddie’s gonna maybe take the band on a mini-tour to a couple of shitty local bars that smell like vomit and stale beer and cigarettes, maybe hook up with a bunch of strangers, chasing the high of even just kissing Harrington, and probably fucking drink himself to death or end up in jail or somehow both like his dear old dad. 

So yeah, self-preservation, Eddie running like always, blah blah blah, but this was maybe for a good reason because it was also Steve-preservation. 

It’s all depressing and cyclical and borderline boring. Eddie feels like he’s in high school again except he’s got an arm around Steve and he’s in his bed and so it’s somehow unbelievably worse. He can smell leftover traces of booze and Steve’s stupid hair products and there’s a smear of eyeliner on Eddie’s arm where his annoyingly perfect face has been pressed. He’s got a headache brewing behind his eyes, and an early shift at the shop tomorrow, and god really must exist because somebody fucking hates him. He can’t wait to pretend to be asleep when Steve wakes up and sneaks out of his own bed, really looks forward to it. It’s gonna be the highlight of his day, for sure.

(with the ao3 Darkness tm, it's a great time for me to catch up on these chapters here. xoxo)

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things fanfiction #steddie ficlet #mine #steddie fic #tranquil place

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Question more about boys. I was sitting and thinking, harley has lou and bud, freeze has teo polar bears in canon, penguin had both penguins and vultures in canon and in games sharks in a tankz selena has cats and ivy is...ivy. she has plant pets

Now I'm courious about what pets do you think would match other rouges but to accept your limit, let's say riddler, scarecrow, mad hatter and music meister to keep the theme of dork pets

Freeze having polar bear got me good. Put it in shows people!

Also it was one of greatest asks, I had so much fun.

Riddler

I like idea of him having parrot

Would have to take care of one for a favor and she would annoy him by repeating what he says

Would just scream at her and she would scream back

Somehow she learns his riddles, he would say that it at least makes her smarter

By the end he gets too attached and adopts her, names her Riddlrina (listen I have no clue what to choose)

Would take her to his plans and make her her own tiny mask

Would give her honor of asking riddles first

First time it happens Batman thought he got stroke

So proud of his birdie, would hug her and make her toys

Gets depressed in Arkham without her so Batman ask for permission to let her in; for the first time Ed doesn't hate him

Scarecrow

I am between crows liking him and crows hating him (cause you know, Scarecrow) so I decided for enemies to friends crow

Basically crows never liked him but he saw injured crow lying by the window of his house and just decided to let him stay

Crow absolutely would peck him and it would drove Jonathan crazy but he took him in so he takes care

Slowly when Crow's wings starts healing he starts realizing that Jon is helping him

Becomes more friendly and even let him pet him, It's pretty nice

When he starts flying around the house Jon decides it time to let him go, kinda misses him

Then one day while walking home some crow starts attacking him and while trying to get them to leave some other crow shows up and attacks the first one

After agresor flies away other Crow just sits in front of Jonathan turning his head, when he lets him pet himself Jon realizes it's his crow

Just takes him home and names him Poe

Would take him on his heists and Scarecrow has Crow sitting on his arm now; Poe would get him some information if needed by stealing it which,by the way, Poe would sometimes bring random shiny things

Jon would teach him to talk some E.A. Poe quotes to scare the shit out of people

Mad Hatter

You would probably think white rabbit or cat but MH in Alice books had a friend in March Hare so when he saw hare hanging around his lair he was so excited

It seemed he was used to human interaction cause he didn't run when Jervis approached

Gets very friendly when he is given salad and hops into Hatters lap

He could cry

Thinks of name and just decides to name him March

He doesn't really accompany him since he is scared of loud noises plus he might be too friendly with foes

After taking him in he realized that, like original March Hare, he's kinda crazy; would jump from wall to wall; Cannot find him? Probably on top of a dresser

Would just sleep tight as ball to wake up, starts running around the room just to jump onto Hatters lap and fall asleep again

Loves him so much

If March doesn't like someone they cannot be Alice

Makes little hats for him to wear and tells him what a beautiful gentleman he is

Music Meister

I didn't want to also give him a parrot so I thought of animal who uses singing but I'm not giving him a fucking whale

...

Ok so maybe I am giving him a whale just because this is too funny of concept not to use

Would go to Sea World and saw him there, his voice was so southing that he just stayed in his area listening until closing time

Goes there more often and sings to whale which turns out he likes and starts to recognize him

The thing is SW has problem with abuse so after realizing his new friend is victim he makes new place to put him and uses his power to transport him there

He wanted to name him after some artist but he really liked name Bubbles so whale name is Bubbles Patrick Larson (shout-out if you know these 2 references)

Just plays with him and pets him, gets diving equipment for it

Batman again couldn't believe what he was seeing, after defeating him he lets Bubbles into ocean

Problem is Bubbles actually liked MM so he is close to shore and just cries for him, not only is it heartbreaking but also annoying

It got so bad that even Aquaman gets involved and say Bubbles should see MM

Batman is just defeated and let them meet

No one tries to release Bubbles again, if he wants to swim in ocean MM just makes henchmen do it

Weirdest pet Gotham ever seen but city loves Bubbles, the amount of time he was on news ho

#riddler #scarecrow #mad hatter #music meister #lightningstrikeleader #pati writes

[belphegor1982]

So someone had to grab the writer by the scruff of the neck and make his chapter longer than the entire fic so far. Dammit, Johnny. (I mean who’s complaining, right?)

Jigsaw Pieces

Chozen, uneasy

Daniel, adrift

Amanda, sleepless

Sam, shaken

Johnny, fixing things

Daniel, not alone

Johnny is used to fucking stuff up almost as many times as he keeps trying to fix it. He isn’t used to having things this good and keeping them that way. Or maybe he just lost the habit, because what wasn’t shitty when he was a kid was admittedly pretty great.

But right now, Robby and Miguel have put all their bullshit behind them and reached something that might just be friendship one day, they actually had Olive Garden takeout dinner together with Carmen last night, the four of them, and this morning Johnny’s at the Home Depot with his son shopping for a new latch mechanism for his busted doorknob. Like an actual dad.

So maybe he’s just happy about it. Sue him.

“Okay,” he says, “so – remember the number that was on the latch?”

“Sure,” says Robby, taking out his phone. He took a picture of that latch before they left, when Johnny removed the doorknob to check the stamp, instead of just writing the number on a scrap of paper. His kid is a geek sometimes – or a nerd, a dork, or whatever – and that’s one of the million little details that make Johnny really happy because he’s finally getting to know things like that about his son.

“It’s, uh, 2-3/4.”

“That means the backset is two and three-quarter inches. So we’re gonna need one of those suckers there. Let me see the picture again –”

If he’s honest, he kinda sucked as a handyman, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know things. He did most of the work of turning an empty space into a badass karate dojo, after all, and even jumped through all the hoops to make it “up to code”. He can show his son how to change a doorknob. That’s a thing a dad does, right?

“Hey, cool, this one has two keys already, you can have your own right now. So if you want to change a lock, lesson one. The first thing you wanna do is check your screws. There’s always the risk of old paint ‘cause an old tenant thought the door needed a new coat, or a screw loose because some genius decided to kick your door open for no reason at all –”

Robby shoots him a look that clearly says You are such a doofus, but there’s fondness in there too and that is new. Come to think of it, it’s a little like the look Miguel gets sometimes in response to something Johnny just said when he doesn’t just fully go Sensei, what the hell. It took Johnny a couple of years to identify that look as I love you but I really don’t get how your mind works sometimes and he’s still not sure just how offended he’s supposed to be.

“I know how to change a lock, you know,” says Robby with that small smirk of his that Johnny knows he got from him.

Johnny squints at him.

“’That have anything to do with the two chucklefucks you used to hang out with?”

“Yeah.” Robby shrugs and looks down at his shoes for a second. “I mean, I learned on my own, but it came in handy then.”

Johnny nods and doesn’t press the issue, which Robby appears relieved about. But hey, if Robby can let go of the past and accept that his father wants a shot at being an actual dad, Johnny can not be an asshole and let that kind of sleeping dog lie, as well.

They’re both saved from having to break the moment by his phone blaring the chorus of ‘Run to the Hills’ from his pants pocket. The name on the screen is daniel larusso, so Johnny picks up and grins.

“Hey man, I was gonna call you later. Guess what: I went with your idea, and turns out a little Johnny Classic was just what the kids needed to get over their shit. They whaled on each other for a bit and got it out of their system like a couple of champs—”

“Sensei?”

Oh – wrong LaRusso.

“You can call me ‘Johnny’, LaRusso, I’m not your sensei anymore,” he says. Robby glances at him, eyebrows raised. Right – there’s probably still some bad blood between him and Sam. Maybe they could fight it out at some point, too, clear the air? “What are you doing with your old man’s phone?”

“I didn’t have your new number.”

And asking your ex for it would’ve been awkward, Johnny muses. He picked up Miguel in pieces the other day after the break-up. The kid got real quiet after a while, but not angry. “She said she wasn’t okay, Sensei, what else was I supposed to do? We’re just… gonna be friends now.”

Jesus. These kids are handling their relationship drama better than Johnny did when he was twice their age.

…Wait. Isn’t Sam supposed to be several states away right now?

“Hang on, yesterday your dad told me you were in Ohio with your mom. What’d he do, hop on a plane and play an apology song on a boombox?”

That was all the rage for a while in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s after that movie: fuck up with your girl, show up on her doorstep with a boombox to say sorry, and annoy the hell out of the neighbours like that’d make it all better. But now it’s like, nostalgic or something, and it sounds exactly like something LaRusso might do. Dork. (Johnny really hopes it worked.)

A corner of Robby’s mouth twitches. Johnny wonders if he even knows what a boombox is – most of the kids these days don’t seem to.

“No, we came back home last night,” says Sam LaRusso’s voice at the other end of the line. “I mean, this morning. There was…”

She trails off. Johnny frowns. The hardware store is way too noisy for a proper phone conversation, but he’s starting to pick up on a vibe. A weird one.

“Hey, LaRusso, you okay?”

“No,” she says again, and shit, there’s a break in her voice like she’s trying not to cry. “Dad got hurt.”

Johnny’s stomach drops.

“What? What happened?”

Whether because of the look on his face or the tone of his voice – or both – Robby’s eyes snap back to him and he goes sharp and tense.

“Cobra Kai,” she snaps, her voice trembling a little. “Well, Terry Silver, anyway. He… he beat him. Pretty bad.”

Shit.

Shit.

Johnny learned the hard way that Terry Silver is not just some old fart with a fancy car and a stupid ponytail. The kick that man landed in his ear made his head ring for days, and he won’t forget the rest of the beating he took that night at the old dojo in a hurry. In his fifty-two years of life, Johnny Lawrence has never been defeated so viciously. The only other person who came close to kicking his ass like that was Miyagi, on Halloween 1984, and Johnny was a kid, so that doesn’t count.

The sad part is, Johnny is pretty sure Silver would’ve done a lot more damage if Kreese hadn’t stopped him.

Kreese is in jail. Not that the son of a bitch would step in for anyone who wasn’t Johnny, anyway, in between two attempts at choking him to death. But LaRusso was alone – how far did Silver go without a safeguard?

“I’m coming over,” says Johnny without even thinking. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Twenty, Dad,” Robby corrects him, “and that’s if the traffic is fluid on Balboa.”

“Yeah, twenty. Listen, Sam –”

He wants to say Don’t worry, even beat up halfway into the ground your dad will claw his way back up, and I should know, because I almost did beat him halfway into the ground when we were kids and he still got back up eventually – he’s a stubborn little shit, he’ll be okay. But then he thinks about the LaRusso who showed up at his apartment yesterday, unkempt, desperate and disheartened. It would have barely taken a breeze to knock that guy down.

Goddammit. Silver really chose his moment to strike, huh.

Robby is looking at him oddly, and there’s silence on both ends of the line, until Sam’s voice comes back.

“Yes?”

“Nothin’,” says Johnny, who still hasn’t figured out what to say. “I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up, pockets his phone, and his gaze falls on Robby.

Wait. He can’t leave his son like that. He’s done leaving his son like that. Robby deserves better.

But no amount of relationship drama could compare to the epic levels of awkward that would ensue if Robby Keene just showed up on the LaRussos’ doorstep, especially after all the Cobra Kai crap he pulled in the last six months.

Johnny runs his hand over his face and into his hair.

“Shit.”

“What happened?” asks Robby, both voice and eyes sharp.

“Silver beat up LaRusso. ‘Pretty bad’, according to Sam.”

Robby’s face does something very quick and very complicated. There’s a lot of conflicting emotions there, but what Johnny doesn’t miss is that shock isn’t among them.

(His son spent months in a dojo co-run by John fucking Kreese and a nutjob who delights in screwing with people’s heads and beating them up. Just as well Johnny still has room for more in his bag of nightmares. In hindsight, LaRusso’s obsession with keeping Cobra Kai away from all the kids in the Valley isn’t so stupid.)

“You should go,” says Robby finally. “I can take care of the doorknob on my own.”

Johnny narrows his eyes at him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I told you, I know how to change a lock.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, Dad.” Robby gives his little half-smile, and this time the Lawrence smirk is absent. That guarded sweetness is all him. “I’m glad you and Mr. LaRusso are getting along now. I told you the two of you could actually be friends, remember?”

“You said we could learn a thing or two from each other,” Johnny points out. “There’ s a difference.”

“Am I wrong, though?”

Johnny stares at him for a couple of seconds. Then he smiles and awkwardly pulls an arm across his shoulders for a half-hug, relieved that Robby doesn’t even try to squirm out of it.

“No, you’re not wrong. Okay, got enough cash?”

“Yeah, but I don’t need cash if I take an Uber. The new doorknob’s on you, though. The escape room thing was your idea.”

From the way the smirk is creeping back into his smile, he’s calling his dad a doofus again. That’s fair. The escape room thing was a bust. But that’s okay, because Johnny kinda loves finding out Robby can call him a doofus and still want him as a dad.

The best part about trying hard to fix a relationship is finding out the other person is actually trying as well, just as hard.

Johnny pays for the doorknob. He stays with Robby until the Uber pulls away with his kid in it. And then he fires up the Grand Caravan and probably breaks some kind of record and a couple of traffic laws getting to Encino.

Funny how life works. The first time he went to that house – on a stolen bike, because his car was a still smoking wreck thanks to LaRusso’s dumb cousin’s biker friends – he wanted nothing more than to kick LaRusso’s ass. And now? He’s also racing up that road at breakneck speed, and then he’s also standing in the driveway with clenched fists, itching for a fight – just like that first time – but everything else is radically different. He takes a deep breath before knocking, for one.

It’s Sam who opens the door, with Amanda standing inside and a Japanese man he’s never seen before, who must be the ‘Chozen’ guy Daniel mentioned when they were catching up yesterday. They would look oddly formal if not for Amanda’s expression – the kind that always makes Johnny want to punch the mirror when he meets his own eyes.

And that’s as much a kick in the guts as the way Sam’s voice broke a little over the phone, because this expression doesn’t belong on Amanda’s face at all.

Johnny mostly ignores the dude for now – although he does note that the guilt and worry on his face reflects Amanda’s – and speaks quietly, like the words have to force their way out.

“How bad is it?”

“Could be worse,” Amanda says, no louder, her voice slightly unsteady. “But, um… could be a lot better.”

“Can I talk to him?”

“I don’t know if he’s up for a lot of talking, but you can try.”

LaRusso, not talking? Things really must be bad, snarks a voice at the back of Johnny’s brain with more fondness than bite. Force of habit. There’ll always be at least a little bit of friction between them, and that’s fine. LaRusso doesn’t seem to mind, either, at least not anymore; Johnny ribbing him just gets a snort and a shake of his head when he doesn’t counter right back with a grin. That’s kind of a miracle, considering where they started from.

“I’ll take my chances,” Johnny says, even though it’s not exactly what he means. Looks like Amanda gets it, though, because she lays a hand on his arm for a second with a tight smile before walking away.

For some reason he hesitates a second in front of the bedroom door. Maybe what LaRusso needs is to lick his wounds in peace, not for his old enemy to see him at his lowest.

But then LaRusso has seen Johnny at his lowest a few times, too, and even though Johnny was tempted to tell him to go to hell – might have done a couple of times, he can’t remember right now – having him around wasn’t the worst he could endure.

So Johnny knocks once and enters without waiting for an invitation.

LaRusso looked like shit yesterday, unshaven and pinched with shadows under his eyes, but he still looked better than he does now. Even in the relative darkness of the room behind the drawn curtains – which Johnny recognises from experience as the first line of defence against a really bad headache – he can see the bruising on the side of LaRusso’s face, creeping down over his cheekbone and slithering around his eye. It might bring back an old memory of glaring at him and Miyagi from across the old Cobra Kai dojo the day after that fated Halloween night, if not for one very important detail: the eyes that were big and nervous but razor-sharp then are now bleary and unfocused.

“…ny?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” says Johnny in response to whatever that sound was that makes his own throat tight in sympathy. What the hell happened to him? “Can I, uh, come in for a minute?”

LaRusso squints at him, eyes almost screwed shut. Then he waves him in with his left hand.

Johnny closes the door, knowing all too well how much a single ray of light can hurt when your face looks like that. He plunks himself in the armchair near the head of the bed and looks – actually looks – at LaRusso.

There’s something wrong with his right shoulder, and even in the dark his eyes are reduced to slits, with lines of pain adding to the crow’s feet in the corners. The bruising on the side of his face admittedly is pretty spectacular, and there’s some more across his throat that Johnny is just noticing now, but from up close that’s not what stirs up something sour in his stomach. Even when he was a teenager who kept getting his ass kicked – and the teen version of LaRusso always seems tiny in Johnny’s memory, gangly even for a skinny kid, all big eyes and crooked grin and long noodle limbs – LaRusso has never looked fragile. Cracked, sure, but never actually broken. Johnny didn’t know that was even possible.

Something happened – not just a beating. The bruises go deeper than that. And if someone knows just how far down bruises can go even after they fade – starting with a foot to the face and especially an arm around his neck in a parking lot – it’s Johnny.

“So. What’s the damage?” he asks in a low voice.

LaRusso gives a slight one-shoulder shrug, his eyes still half closed. Johnny leans forward, elbows on his knees. LaRusso has to understand that this is important, that Johnny is not messing with him.

He has no idea how to fix this, but he’s gotta start somewhere.

“Hey, I’m asking ‘cause I don’t know. Your kid called me and said Silver beat you up. She sounded upset, I got worried – for all I knew he’d cracked your head open or something. What’d he do to your throat?”

“Foot,” croaks LaRusso, a hand on his upper chest then on his throat, just below the chin.

Ice grips Johnny’s stomach and creeps up into his ribcage. The sensation turns into fire as it reaches the tips of his fingers, making him ball up his fists.

From the pattern of bruises, this means that steaming pile of shit put his foot on LaRusso’s throat while he was down and let gravity and his own weight do the work. No mercy indeed. If LaRusso is here and not in a hospital it means he’ll be okay once he recovers, but that’s a fucked up thing to do, especially to an opponent who isn’t a threat. Johnny’s done a bit of research since last December on the consequences of chokes and strangles just in case Kreese decided to pull that crap on him again. Silver could’ve severely damaged LaRusso’s windpipe that way.

“Son of a bitch,” Johnny says, softly but completely earnest.

LaRusso does that thing where he nods and raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t look up. He won’t quite meet Johnny’s eyes. Johnny doesn’t know what to do with that. It’s starting to freak him a little.

“Don’t worry, though. No way we’re letting him get away with this. What’s Stingray’s address? I know he wouldn’t talk to you but he’ll sure as hell talk to me—”

LaRusso’s hand shoots out, catches him by the sleeve of his hoodie in a tight grip – his right hand, which makes his breath hitch as he goes paler for a second.

“Don’t,” he rasps out, his voice low-pitched and raw and breaking like a teenager’s. “Don’t, it’s not… You were right. I’m out. It’s not worth it.”

Johnny frowns. “What do you mean, ‘it’s not worth it’? Guy’s just beat you to a pulp, and what – you’re just gonna take it lying down?”

LaRusso shakes his head gingerly.

“Gonna l—leave well enough alone. For once.”

Johnny’s eyes go round. That’s – no. That’s just wrong.

“You – what? You’ve never left ‘well enough alone’ once in your life, LaRusso, even when you should have! And now all it takes is one beating to make you give up? I did worse to you back in the day and you still got all up in my face!”

Alarmingly, LaRusso doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead he tightens his grip on Johnny’s sleeve and takes a few uneven breaths.

“The kids. Said he’ll go after the k—kids.” He swallows and immediately gives a full-body wince, eyes screwed shut for a second. “That it’ll be easy for him to – to rope ‘em into Cobra Kai.”

“That’s bullshit,” says Johnny firmly, even as his heart breaks a little in his chest at that. Kreese – and probably Silver, too – did snare Robby into Cobra Kai easily. But that was because Robby, more naive than he wanted to be even after basically all the adults in his life had let him down one way or another, just went to the one guy who hadn’t disappointed him so far.

Sam LaRusso took the whole Cobra Kai is evil thing to heart long before Johnny realised the harm the Strike first, strike hard, no mercy motto was doing to his students. She also has a wholly different relationship with her dad; the way things stood between them then, Johnny knows Robby wouldn’t have been as worried about his father getting beat up to hell as Sam was when she called him earlier.

Sam is safe from whatever crap Silver might try putting into her head. And whatever the hell her brother is doing, as far as Johnny knows he’s never shown any interest in karate, so there’s that. Little gremlin’s probably better off geeking out on video games and snarking at people.

At least Johnny’s tone makes LaRusso look up and meet his eyes fully. That should be a win. It’s not. The expression in them is sending goosebumps all across Johnny’s shoulders.

“You don’t know him,” LaRusso insists in that awful raspy voice. “That’s what he d—does, he… I knew he… He gets into your head, okay? Makes you invite him in, and then… th—then if you don’t step back you d—don’t recognise yourself anymore—”

Sometimes Johnny wishes he hadn’t been stupid about losing Miguel to Miyagi-Do somehow when Silver and Kreese crashed their lesson six months ago and freaked the hell out of LaRusso, to disastrous results. Maybe then he would’ve listened to what LaRusso was not saying when he told him about the ‘85 All Valley over drinks later.

“LaRusso,” Johnny interrupts him – and then, because LaRusso looks all set to continue despite how his voice sounds, “Daniel, stop. Silver’s not getting to the kids. I won’t let him, okay? Made that mistake before, and look where that ended. Besides,” he adds, “our kids know better. Not just Sam and Robby and Miguel, I mean all our kids. Even the ones who never set foot in Cobra Kai. They know how it works, they’re not gonna fall for that – and Hawk, Bert, Nate, the others? They’re not gonna fall for that shit twice. Especially after they hear about what Silver just did to you.”

Daniel’s hand relaxes and falls. His eyes lit up with fear earlier, and now they look dull again, and Johnny doesn’t know which is worse. It’s not even anger or shame at having had his ass handed to him – which, well, is not a feeling Johnny is entirely unfamiliar with – it’s just… like he’s not fully there.

Johnny tries to catch his gaze, grab it and not let go. It’s way harder than it should be.

“I mean, if you think you’re the only one who got the shit kicked out of him by that guy, you’re wrong. He got the drop on me too one time, you’re not that special.”

That does the trick. Daniel’s eyes widen, scan him in alarm as though searching for bruises.

“You – what…? When?”

“Remember prom night? Shannon came to see me when I got home after I dropped Miguel off, said Silver had given Robby his fucking car for the evening to take his date to prom, no strings attached, just because he wanted to ‘make sure Robby was taken care of’. Even offered her a job and a new place, because why not.”

Johnny saw red then, and he still doesn’t regret for one second his knee-jerk impulse to go beat the shit out of the ponytail creep to teach him a lesson – only that Silver sucker kicked him. He can’t help feeling a little vindicated when the same red-hot anger flickers across Daniel’s face for a second.

“Except Shan can smell a rat a mile away and she’s stone cold sober now, so he only freaked her out. So she comes to tell me right away, says You need to handle this, and yeah, I do �� I’ve failed Robby in all the ways a dad can fail his kid, but I’m still his father. He wants nothing to do with me, that’s fine, but that shady fucker does not get to ‘take care’ of my son and my ex like that. So I break into the Cobra Kai dojo – don’t look like that, it was mine in the first place, that’s not really illegal – and Silver calls on the landline like some movie villain, says to meet him at the corner of Magnolia and Lankershim. Apparently he wanted a trip down memory lane or something.”

“That’s—” Daniel mouths, squinting up at him suspiciously, and Johnny nods.

“Where the old dojo used to be, yeah. It’s just an empty space now. Anyway, I go there, and first thing I know, I get a roundhouse kick in the head. Coward bushwhacked me. I couldn’t even strike first, he struck before I could even see him. I mean, I still got a few good licks in, but that guy can kick, man.”

There’s a wry downturn to the corner of Daniel’s mouth – like Yeah, he does that – but no smug look, no silent I told you so, even though honestly Johnny might have let him have this one. It’s not like he wasn’t warned. He can still see Daniel in that bar, hands flitting around his whiskey glass to stress his point, brown eyes wide and earnest, saying I’m tellin’ you, Silver knows how to fight and You cannot ‘strike first’ with this guy, trust me.

And then he’d wanted to take over the kids’ training and scrap all the Eagle Fang offence, and Johnny had gone Screw that, you just think you’re better than me but you’re not, and from there the chain reaction ended up blowing everything to pieces.

God, they’d been so stupid.

“So, yeah. Oh, you wanna know the kicker, though? He just wanted to impress Kreese. Here’s a Johnny Lawrence all beat up, happy fucking birthday, I guess. He figured that if Miguel saw me beaten to a pulp, he’d be too upset to win the tournament.” Johnny shakes his head. “That would’ve been useless anyway. I screwed up with the kid all on my own – didn’t need to get kicked in the head for that. Just to make it all about me and put too much pressure on his shoulders, especially just before that last match. Some sensei,” he can’t help but mutter. “The only difference with Kreese is that at least this time I made it clear to the kids that No mercy was out of the question.”

Sympathy softens Daniel’s whole face in two seconds flat.

“Johnny,” he says gently, or at least that’s Johnny’s best guess.

Johnny waves it off because first off no, he doesn’t want to go there, and in any case Daniel’s voice box is in bad enough shape and he doesn’t need to make it worse.

“Anyway – Kreese wasn’t too happy about that, for some reason. We agreed to settle this at the tournament, he said, and I thought you knew better than to question me, like he was Silver’s boss or something. I was too out of it to catch the rest, but I think Silver didn’t like that at all. So maybe that’s why he paid Stingray to lie and say Kreese beat him up – because he was tired of playing second fiddle to Kreese.”

He suspects there’s a lot more to these two’s relationship than that, but to be honest, he doesn’t really care. The threat of Kreese has dropped significantly since he got sent to jail and good fucking riddance. Unless the two of them are still working together somehow – which Johnny seriously doubts, considering Silver apparently framed his old partner like some psycho in a gangster movie – now they can focus on taking down Terry Silver and Cobra Kai without John Kreese in the picture.

This shouldn’t be such a relief to Johnny, but it is. The fact that he doesn’t have to worry about his old mentor getting under his skin like he’s so easily done in the past does give him a clearer head and a sharper focus. His beef with Silver, beyond an ass-kicking, isn’t personal – that one defeat is nothing to the ongoing struggle to claw out every single remnant of John Kreese from his mind and that of everyone he’s ever touched. The urge to scrub the world clean of Strike first, strike hard, no mercy, to scrape out every trace of paint of the motto on that wall, to erase every imprint he’s made like he never existed. After that, well, maybe Johnny will be left with a hole in his soul but at least what used to fill it won’t hurt anyone anymore—

Johnny blinks.

…Shit. This is pretty much what Silver is to Daniel, isn’t it.

That’s why he was so hell-bent on stopping Johnny from resurrecting Cobra Kai in the first place.

Johnny tucks the realisation into a corner of his mind for the moment, because Daniel’s eyes shutter closed at the mention of Stingray as abruptly as someone pulling curtains over a window. He’s checking out again.

“Hey,” says Johnny, laying a hand on his forearm, “stop that. Okay, I’m not gonna go ask Stingray, but we gotta do something. I said Cobra Kai had to go, last December, and I meant it.” He gives Daniel’s arm a squeeze and lets go to lean back in his seat a bit. “Things just got… It was a lot after the tournament, you know? Robby left Cobra Kai, Miguel disappeared to Mexico, and then when we got back there was…”

He stops himself just in time, thinks it over for a second. He can’t tell Daniel about the baby yet – it’s too new, too fragile, too uncertain, and anyway Carmen prefers to wait until the next sonogram to tell anyone, just to be safe. I’m dealing with some family stuff, he said to Daniel yesterday; what he meant was I’m trying to get my son and the kid who’s pretty much mine as well to get along without trying to kill each other. A few weeks ago he would’ve meant I’m in way over my head because I’ve got another kid on the way and I have no idea how to not screw that up and figure out how to be an actual family.

But family isn’t necessarily about blood, and it can be so much more complicated than just passing down genes. Look at Miguel and Robby.

Unexpectedly, Johnny finds himself grinning.

“That reminds me – you know the ‘family stuff’ I talked about yesterday? I actually took your advice and you know what? It worked like a charm.”

Daniel’s eyes liven up again – from suspicion, but still, it’s a far cry from the earlier dull, unfocused look that’s so alien to him it spooked Johnny just a little.

“Remember you said that maybe, if we’d gotten the chance to really fight it out when we were kids, we might’ve gotten our shit together a lot sooner? You were right, man. I got Robby and Miguel to go all out on each other – no tournament rules, just beat each other up until they had enough. And after a while they just… stopped and talked. And now they’re okay.”

If Daniel had been his usual self, Johnny would have really enjoyed the various shades of What the hell that flit across his face at this. Confusion turns into alarm, then dismay, which fades into wariness. But the squint that follows is still a bit too narrow-eyed to not be chalked up to the headache, and that just spoils things.

“Are they?” Daniel ends up asking, obviously having put a lot of thought into these two words since long sentences are out for now.

“Yeah.” Johnny smiles, completely sincere this time. “They’re good kids, you know – they just had a lot of pent-up shit. Turns out they just needed the chance to clear the air and just talk. They only needed to… I don’t know. Tire themselves out first or something.”

Or scare themselves straight first. Johnny will never forget being rooted to the spot like an idiot as the fight escalated and the boys ended up on that balcony, torn between a growing fear and the voice in his head that repeated trust them trust them trust them like a broken record. He’d been right, in the end, but those terrifying few seconds just before Miguel and Robby came to their senses is something that he’ll never share with Daniel, or anyone else for that matter.

The look on Daniel’s face softens into an actual smile with a touch of the open fondness Johnny never quite knows what to do with when it’s directed at him.

“Told you you’d work it out,” he says in that too-hoarse voice that raises the hairs on Johnny’s arms, if only because he knows all too well what it feels like to sound like that.

But also it just might be the nicest I told you so he’s ever gotten, especially from Daniel LaRusso, so he shakes his head, amused and just a little touched.

Then he sobers up.

“I get it now, you know. Why you were so obsessed with taking down Cobra Kai even when it was just me and one nerd in a crappy lot in Reseda. You were afraid of what it’d do to kids if it took off. And… I guess you were right about that, too, look at how Hawk’s and Miguel’s first tournament went.”

Strike first, strike hard – Johnny thought he could twist that into something positive. And maybe he had, at least up to a point. But now he has enough hindsight to recognise there was no redeeming No mercy. That part was just fucked up.

“Don’t worry, though, I’ll be keeping an eye on the kids. Silver is not getting to them – not mine, and not yours. Not just Sam and the other one,” he adds, just to make himself really clear, “I mean all the kids.”

Something like fond annoyance flashes on Daniel’s face. For a second it makes him look almost normal.

“Anthony.”

“Whatever. I’ll make sure Silver stays the hell away from that little punk too.”

Daniel makes to shake his head, then freezes and screws his eyes shut again for a few seconds, breathing slowly. Johnny can sympathise. Concussions are no joke after all; between this and the throat thing, Daniel’s out of commission for the next couple of days at least.

But that’s not what worries Johnny the most.

“I’m gonna go. Rest up, okay? Then we’ll take Silver down. Give Kreese his bridge partner back, he’ll like that.”

This time Daniel doesn’t grab Johnny’s arm. He just stares at him, eyes still slightly unfocused, looking grimmer than Johnny’s seen him in a long time.

“Promise you won’t go after him.”

Johnny’s hackles rise. An old reflex.

“I can take him,” he snaps. “I just wasn’t ready last time. And there’s no way in hell I’m letting him get away with – with everything.”

“Promise,” Daniel insists in that raspy voice that hurts to hear.

While the reason behind that adds fuel to the fire of Johnny’s anger, it doesn’t turn into a blinding rage like it does sometimes. It’s deeper instead, slower, colder.

“All right, I promise,” says Johnny, mentally adding for now. It feels like one hell of a concession already.

That son of a bitch is going down, and sooner rather than later.

Daniel looks relieved, which makes Johnny irrationally angry. That’s not exactly a new feeling; their talent for getting under each other’s skin has only improved in the years they haven’t seen each other. Learning how to fit their own jagged edges against one another’s took hard work and many, many false starts. But being angry on Daniel’s behalf, now, that is new. The urge to punch someone’s teeth in feels the same, but also it doesn’t. Johnny has a feeling there’d be more weight behind his punch, and it has a lot to do with the unsettling impression of just plain wrong that follows him out of the bedroom.

Because Daniel LaRusso is a lot of things – he’s annoying, he’s compassionate, he’s self-righteous, he’s too damn smart for his own good, and no amount of cultivated car salesman smoothness or time spent in Encino country clubs can truly hide the mouthy Jersey twerp Johnny remembers – but what he is not is weak.

Whatever Silver did – whatever Silver said – it broke his spirit, and that is what is making Johnny’s fists itch to crash into that too-wide smile.

He has to clench and flex them a few times (a technique he learned from Miguel) and take a deep, controlled breath (a technique he learned from Daniel) before he steps back into the living room, where Amanda, Sam and the new guy are all sitting together, like a war council.

Johnny Lawrence is good at breaking things. But it turns out he also knows a thing or two about fixing them.

“So,” he asks in a low voice when all three pairs of eyes snap up to him, “what do we do?”

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Give me ALL the former enemies turned rivals turned reluctant allies turned friends. Seriously 💜

#cobra kai #fanfiction #my stuff

[afreakingdork]

It was a really good chapter miss dork! It really helped me with hating Leo even more than before (I know it's trauma but I'm biased)

Please tell me that we get to beat up Leo please I just want him to hold still while I punch him in the face and kick his knee in pleasE-

Poor raph just want to leave us alone and then we just HAVE to see Leo huh?

Also I feel betrayed by Mikey he's probably going to get just a verbal beating because he's still baby even if he's 30+

And about the ask game/thing/whatever you call it, I really want to know the answer to number 2

-formal anon

Ah thank you for the compliment, but I don't know about adding fuel to the Leo fire! 😅

I can't tell you much other that you will find out soon~

ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᶦᶠ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᴸᵉᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵃᶦⁿ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ʰᶦᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ…….

Oh god I forgot I reblogged that ask game at like 2am! Thank you for asking too! Let's see:

2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?

Ah, sadly no. Not to be like "I'm not like other girls," I been forced (in a /pos way) by others that for whatever reason (it's trauma, the reason is INSANE family trauma) I'm not like most human beings and while I think my thought processes are sound, they are not the norm. My friends love to tease me about it affectionately and I often think they keep me around because I am entertaining (a role I am MORE THAN happy to fill), but I'm getting way off track saying all this to say no. I've read authors (Tom Robbins) who have broadened views that I had and gave them better context and emotion, but overall, I've never read something and thought 'finally, someone who thinks like me.' Especially when it comes to fanfiction, 75% of what I do is because I'm possessed by the hyperfixation, but the other 25% is due to me being acutely frustrated that what I want to read simply doesn't exist. I had to fill my own plate in the way I wanted. The only problem is I can't get that same joy out of my own writing. Ah my white whale breeding fic, maybe someday someone will let me pay them to write it.

C'est la vie!

Sorry for the long response!

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