#he is so goddamn good when he's not being a creep about little girls

[h0neytune-cherub]

Range Murata, Futurhythm

#Range Murata #he is so goddamn good when he's not being a creep about little girls #which is almost never so i weep #I love his monochromatic cybernetic hardware fashion girls #from the art book #Futurhythm #art #illustration #manga illustration

[tvhsleb3ww]

LOVE IS NOT OVER! - OIKAWA TOORU

summary, your ex might still probably just probably have a little bit of feelings for you

swearing, flirting, the usual

this is part two! you can find part one here!

IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD

"you've changed a lot"

his ears perked up after hearing your words. was it a good or a bad thing that he changed? he didn't really notice his change. his gaze locks with yours and he almost let out a dreamy sigh as he got lost in your eyes that he missed so much.

wait what? no! he doesn't miss you, why should he? you broke up with him!

he scoffs at you, harshly. if you didn't know how tooru is, you'd think he's plain rude. when in reality, he's a very egoistic man and refuses to give up his ego for something else.

he's gonna be honest, when he first saw you again after so many years, he felt like his breath was being taken away. it was as if the universe was aligning your fate with his.

he seemed to be deep in his thought as he continued to stare at you with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

"you can stop staring now"

your voice snapped him back to reality as he blinked and his cheeks started to grow red. was he getting nervous because he just got caught staring? your lips curl into a small smirk.

"i wasn't staring! i was just looking at the poster behind you. jeez, (y/n) the world doesn't revolve around you"

his words and tone are harsh as he rolled his eyes. if you were any other girl, you'd give him a proper smacking but you know him well. you know he's lying but you shrugged it off.

"whatever floats your boat, oikawa"

woah wait a minute

oikawa? who the hell is oikawa? what happened to tooru? have we really grown that far apart to the point we're on last name basis? what the hell was that about!

his scowl grows. he doesn't know why he's being so pissy when you called him by his last name instead of his first name that his lovely mother had picked for him.

he takes a deep breath as he ran his calloused hand through his brown locks. he sighed, was he crazy? why is his feelings for you suddenly coming back after he buried it far far away?

you're the one to blame as well! why are you suddenly appearing in front of his face after years of disappearance!?

he then bit his bottom lips for a slight moment before he looked directly at you.

"can i ask you something?"

your eyes softened at his hurt expression. you sighed and nodded.

"yeah, shoot"

maybe he wasn't thinking before he talked because-

"are you seeing anyone?"

both of you sat in silence for a long second, trying to proccess his question. tooru's eyes widen when realization hits him.

"shit! that was not what i was gonna ask, i swear"

you snickered at the look of panic evident on his face. his cheeks grow a dark crimson red, embarrassed. he clears his throat.

goddamn, the effect you have on him. in his history of relationships, no one has ever made him blush this much before.

"so, should i still answer it?"

yes. yes you should. he said in his head. ugh, he badly wants to know. he then leans back on his chair and with a voice coated with a thick layer of smug, he says

"up to you, it's not like i care"

what a stupid lie. as he lied, his head turns to avoid your gaze. you raised your eyebrow at him before chuckling.

"well, i wouldn't be on this blind date if i wasn't available, no?"

he nods. you got a point there.

before he knows it, a small smile creeped up onto his face for a milisecond before he covers his lips with his hand.

why is he happy that you're single? he's supposed to not care!

"oikawa-"

"tooru."

he corrects you. he couldn't handle hearing his loved ones call him by his last name. as much as it brings honor to the family name, he despises it. it's as if you and him were strangers meeting for the first time.

"tooru"

when you called out to him using his first name, he wanted to melt right there on the spot. how long has we waited for this moment to come? to hear your voice calling his name again after years was something he had longed for.

your soothing, soft voice.

"you did amazing, okay? you were kicking their ass"

you comforted him, your voice soft and soothing. your hands find their way on his shoulders, caressing them. your fingers made small circles on his shoulder blades. he lets out a small sigh of relaxation after letting our whimpers.

"but we lost- and i- i lost"

"yet you did amazing and i'm proud of you"

you say and press a soft kiss on his tear stained cheek.

he didn't know why he suddenly recalled that old memory from when both of you were in highschool and he had just lost an important game.

how he wished to hear your voice comforting him everytime he lost an important game. your voice to soothe and comfort him. no one else can do it like you.

fuck, he's such a sucker for you. how down bad is he?

he lets out a small sigh as he looks back at you. his ears were a slight shade of pink.

"y-yeah?"

he stuttered. shit. he can't help but stutter. he gets so nervous when you called him like that. it's as if it was back in high school when both of you started to use each other's first name. he could've sworn he fainted when you first called him by tooru.

"i'm sorry for how we ended. genuinely sorry"

your voice was coated with guilt. oh, he couldn't stay mad at you. no matter how hard he tried to. he couldn't hate you. his love for you was just too much.

"i-i was scared at that time. i knew you were going overseas before you told me. i didn't want to stop you from chasing your dream and i broke up with you. i'm sorry"

pang!

it was as if a bullet had shot through his heart. you were worried for him? all this time, he thought that you hated him and when in reality you cared?

and in an instance, his hatred had disappeared. if there were any to begin with.

"apology unaccepted"

you shot a look as you raised your eyebrow, daring to make him repeat.

"i'll only accept your apologies if you agree to start over with me. right here, right now because i don't want any woman other than you"

your eyes widen slightly at his confession.

"my heart is yours, (y/n). break it, heal it, do whatever you want with it because it has always been yours"

tooru felt good to finally confess that.

and how could you possibly say no?

(thank you guys for enjoying my blogs! this is part two 😇)

#haikyu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #tooru oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa fluff

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Hello i have a idea, how about Yandere Andrew and Ashley x Older Sister Reader with plot being something like

Y/N never cared about Andrew and Ashley cus she find them annoying, she never tried to be good sister even a little and didn't pay attention to their strange behavior towards her, bc despite her careless they loved her and always clings to her and ruins her relationships with boys and girls. And after another ruined relationship, Y/N finally fed up and leaves them, they of course tried to use manipulations and even threats in hopes that Y/N would stay and be theirs but all this things doesn't worked on her. After a two weeks Andrew and Ashley manages to find Y/N....with new boyfriend which makes their blood boil, bc Y/N is theirs only

Facts - 1. Y/N hates mom and dad as much as Ashley, thats why she lived with Andrew and Ashley

2. Y/N is not any better than Andrew and Ashley. Y/N kills some dudes before just for fun

So what do you think?

Thank you anon I needed the motivation TwT

TW: Manslaughter and Murder

Yandere!Ashley and Andrew x Older Sister!Reader

You’ve been fucked over since birth

Teen parents, one who was spineless, the other who was a manipulative bitch- both who had no idea what they were doing or how to use a goddamn condom

Yeah, you were screwed

By age 4 you learned that you can only really count on yourself in this shit bag of a world

Unfortunately by then, your mother already popped out two other crotch demons to ignore

They thought you were such an independent child, why not have another? This one is also quiet and doesn’t complain- so again!

They stopped having kids after Ashley came around- and if you’re going to give your little sister credit for anything, it’s that she taught them to use protection next time

Or convince mom to get her tubes tied and avoid this whole thing again, truthfully you didn’t care how they went about it- so long as you didn’t have to deal with any more annoying little shits

Ashley and Andrew were always clinging to, which was a normal thing you heard little siblings do….but god they took it to the extreme

Making up excuses to leave class so they could go bother you in yours, following you around all day, Ashley would try to climb you and cling to your back so she would always be close to you

You hated it, you hated it so much

“Y/N?…”

You groaned, jostling in your bed to turn your back to the little shit. You just wanted to sleep, it was the one time you didn’t have to deal with either of them but here’s shit one now!

Andy reached a hand out and poked your back, or where he presumed it to be under the covers, “Y/N?” He persisted, “I know you’re awake.”

“How the fuck do you know that?..” you mumbles from under the covers.

Andy reached his hands out and tugged on the blanket to try and pull it off, “You never sleep on your side, your body naturally turns you on to your back. And you have a specific look you make when asleep.” Andy tried to replicate the look, an open mouth and shut eyes. His lip twitched a little for authenticity.

You sat up, staring daggers at him, “Do you watch me sleep? Little creep—“ you threw your pillow at his face, which had the opposite effect you hoped for. You wanted him to feel dejected, walk solemnly back to his bed while you struggled to ever sleep again. But no, your little brother just laughed and hugged the pillow tight.

The noise caused the small form under the covers of the bed across the room to rustle. Great, you both woke LeyLey. The lump under her covers shot up, pulling at the starry blanket so she could look at you two.

“Ooohhhh, are we sleeping in Y/N’s bed tonight!” She sounded excited, crawling off of her bed and rushing over to Andy’s side. She noticed the pillow and tried to take it, “Give!”

“No way!” Andy held the pillow close to his chest like a treasured gift, “It’s mine! Y/N gave it to me!”

Actually I threw it at you, you thought- but the two were too focused on their tussling to notice you watching unamused. God at this rate they’re going to wake up mom and dad and then you’ll somehow get in trouble—

“You’re their older sister!” Mom would say, “You should be mediating them!”

Technically you shouldn’t. You should be asleep. Or not even born. Self deprecating aside, you would much rather go to sleep as soon as possible, and it’s clear Andy and LeyLey won’t leave unless you let them sleep with you.

So, with a sigh, you pull the covers away, “Get in here you two- and stop fighting over the pillow!” You snatch it from Andy, who gives you the look of a sad puppy you just kicked, “You’re gonna wake mom and dad.”

LeyLey looked ecstatic, hoping into your bed and climbing over you- making sure to ‘accidentally’ knee you in the groin. You wince, you may not have anything down there- but it still hurt! Andy was next, climbing up and settling down on the other side of you. He hugged your arm, smiling softly. LeyLey wrapped her tiny arms around your waist, as best as she could to hold on to you. You sat there, uncomfortably waiting for them to let go, only for their soft snoring to tell you they fell asleep.

Clinging to you.

You groan, this is going to be a long night.

You had hoped that as your siblings got older they wouldn’t need their big sister as much, oh how wrong you were

It seemed like the opposite was true- the older they got the more they needed you. The more they clung to you.

They always had an excuse for needing you, this happened so much that any friends you made drifted away from you

Which only gave you more time to spend with your ‘precious little siblings’

Eugh

You had planned to leave. To buy a bus ticket and drive far far away from your childhood home and your fucked up family

But then the quarantine hit

Mom and dad ditched, Ashley being the last one to see mom on her way out

But even with the two extra mouths gone, the rations drained fast and the wardens made no effort the feed the three of you

The laundry detergent looked tastier everyday

Besides the lack of food situation- Ashley and Andrew loved the quarantine

They got to be with their big sister 24/7

And holllyyy shit they abused that

Most mornings you would wake up to one of them in your bed, clinging to you like a leech

You stopped kicking them off after the 10th time, it just became a routine

Whenever you went into a room, conveniently they also needed to be in there

About to shower? Ashley needs to do the laundry!

Want to take a nap on mom and dad’s bed, Andrew’s looking for a book, he’ll even read it to you as a bedtime story. How thoughtful

It got to a point where it was just second nature to find them within 3 feet of you

Though there was only so much one person could take

And after the newscaster announced the quarantine would be extended for three more weeks, well….

You stared at the sleeping forms of your siblings, wanting to be 100% sure they were asleep before you enacted your plan. You pulled the covers off of yourself, quietly getting up. You’ve lived in this trash fire of an apartment for 24 years of your miserable life, and thankfully memorized the creaky spots on the ground to avoid.

You couldn’t spend another three weeks in here. The three of you ran out of food a little over a month ago, and you weren’t going to let paramedics find your starved corpse being clung on to by your siblings. Hell no!

Your eyes darted between Ashley and Andrew’s beds as you walked, one misstep and they’d ask where you were going- then everything would go to shit. Your hand slowly raised itself to the doorknob, quietly twisting it. You flinched as it cracked open- looking to see if anyone woke up. Ashley was closest to the door, but she slept like a corpse. Andrew on the other hand was a light sleeper, so it was mostly him you were worried about waking up. You gave a silent sigh as he turned out to still be asleep.

You tiptoed through the door, flinching as you tried to quietly close it. Once the door was shut, your hand hovered over the knob as you waited.

Silence!

You were just in the homestretch now. Your wallet was already in your pants pocket, really that was all you needed to be honest. You had no items of sentimental value to bring, no. You wanted to forget this place. Burn it to the ground in your mind.

You made your way to the balcony, Ashley stupidly left the key in it. You opened the door and took in the fresh air….well- as fresh as it could be with the air pollution. You looked over the balcony, searching as you spotted your escape. A rickety looking water spout. It looked faulty, like it was about to snap off of the building, if not that- just cutting your hand on it was enough to contract tetanus. But honestly, you didn’t care.

You hoisted yourself on to the balcony’s ledge, hugging the wall and swinging your foot over to hook around the spout. Success! Alright…you just gotta..

Hyping yourself up, you ripped the bandaid off and just got it over with. You succeed, you just have to shimmy down to your escape. You fail, you die.

Win-Win!

You succeed though, holding on to the water spout like your life depended on it. Which it did. With care and ease, you worked your way down the spout, until your feet touched the concrete ground.

“Hey!” A deep voice made your blood run cold. Turning your head, you shielded your eyes from the bright flashlight. The man behind it wore a uniform similar to the warden’s, he must work with them, “What are you doing?”

You needed to think fast. You looked around and noticed a stray brick at your feet. You whipped your head back to the warden, his eyes fixed on you as his free hand hovered over his gun.

It all happened faster than you could process. Chucking the brick at the asshole, he fell to the ground with a thud. You didn’t look at the body, didn’t bother to make sure he was still alive. You ran. And ran.

You’ve never ran so fast in your life.

You were free. Free!

Free from starving!

Free from any of this shit!

Sure you probably killed a man, but it was imperative to your own survival

Not like anyone knew it was you anyway

Ashley and Andrew were going to starve, so any connection people could make to your disappearance and the warden’s death will be gone soon.

You bought a bus ticket and high tailed it out of there

Got a new job, and saved up enough for your own shitty apartment

Sibling free too!

Life was…starting to look okay, for once.

We don’t talk about the people you mugged to help save up for this place though

That’s between you and whatever fucked up good there is in this world

….and the people you mugged. Them too

But- point is, you’ve got a job, an apartment, a boyfriend that you met through work

Everything was pretty okay

You fumbled with your keys, eventually getting them to turn the stupidly janky lock. God you needed to get better locks installed, the keyhole being stripped from years of wear and tear. Apparently the landlord refuses to get them changed. But hey, at least your door opened

You wish your door hadn’t opened.

Before you could take in the gruesome sight in front of you, the wretched stench of blood and decay hit your nose. It wafted into your open mouth, slack jawed from shock and grazed your tastebuds. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth and nose, dry heaving to not throw up.

There, in the middle of your apartment was the cooling corpse of your boyfriend. His body was mutilated, blood being lazily cleaned by his attackers. A tall, messy black haired man was on his hands and knees, wiping at the blood- while overtop of your partner’s corpse was a woman with her own black haired pulled back into a ponytail.

Green and pink eyes.

….your siblings.

“Oh!” Ashley looked up, grinning ear to ear, “Y/N! You’re home!”

Andrew perked up as well, sitting on his knees now as he shot up like a meerkat. Both scrambled to their feet, clinging to your arms as you stared at the body in shock.

“Sorry for such a sloppy job, we’re normally cleaner,” Andrew’s words were trying to reassure you, but it was just doing the opposite, “He just wouldn’t die.”

“You really know how to pick em sis.” Ashley’s nails dug into your arm, her statement feeling more like a jab than a compliment.

Though your body was there, your mind wasn’t. It was running a mile a minute trying to answer so many questions. How did they find you? How did they get in? What’s with the candles? What’s with the weird runes on the floor?

You feel like none of those will be answered, and as your little siblings nuzzle against you like cats- the harsh reality dawns on you.

You’ll never escape them.

#the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #andrew graves #tcoaal #x reader #andrew graves x reader #ashley graves x reader

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Hansu & Taehoon talk

Before you come back to the studio. Follow up to this one for @razypie. Some Hansu crumbs specially for you 🫶

"When did you and Y/N start dating?"

Taehoons stumbles on his kick, almost missing the sandbag entirely. Regaining his composure, he whirls round on his dad.

"What the hell are you on about, old man?"

Hansu sighs, taking his glasses off and wiping them. Taehoon is in one of those moods is he? Honestly, why is he such a brat. Hansu doesn't remember being such a delinquent in his youth. Must have gotten it from his mother's side.

Patience patience, Hansu is the adult. He needs to gently guide his son. "She's a nice girl, Taehoon. Don't mess around with her."

Taehoon throws his arms out in exasperation, face scowling and defensive. The hell? "I'm not even doing anything!"

"I've seen the way you both flirt when you should be training."

Ok, that claim is all lies and slander. If there is one thing that Taehoon takes seriously, it's Taekwondo. "What the fuck, dad?"

"You're just a very hands on instructor, that's all."

Hands on?! Are you kidding. Taehoon is nothing if not a professional. Well, professional might be stretching it a bit but.

Fuck. His ears redden. Has he been that obvious that even his goddamn dad is lecturing him. So transparent that Hansu saw through his feelings weeks before he could even come to terms with it?

Taehoon crosses his arms tightly, shoulders creeping up to his ears in mortification. He will not look at his dad. He cannot.

Hansu ploughs on, glasses glinting deviously in the light, "And how often you go around to her place."

"You told me to!"

"I mentioned it. And only the first time."

The tips of Taehoon's ear are burning a furious crimson.

"You're there almost every day."

Taehoon can't bear this anymore. He takes to the sandbag again as a form of distraction. If he hits it hard enough, loud enough, he can drown the old man out.

"All the snacks in our house are missing." WHACK!

"I'm pretty sure you didn't eat it all on your own." WHACK!

"You took the last of our kimchi the other week." WHACK!

"And my lunch the other day for Y/N." WHACK!

"She clearly likes you too." WHACK!

"I think she liked you even before she met you." WHACK!

Taehoon outwardly grumbles at this, his kicks landing quicker and quicker. Inside though? Preening like a peacock.

"Though it took some warming up again when she did meet you but-"

"Shut. It." Taehoon spits out, followed by an effortless 1080 kick.

"I'm serious, son. Don't let that one go." WHACK! "I like her."

Oh.

Taehoon stills in his movement.

That makes two of them.

Like a little kid, confessing to his dad that he was the one that stole the last cookie and broke the jar too, Taehoon mumbles, "...I like her too."

Hansu looks on at his son in pride, "Good."

Finally.

Someone to keep his delinquent son in line. Someone on Hansu's side. Someone kind and understanding. That Taehoon can talk to, share his secrets and feelings and worries that he never could to his old man. To help Taehoon-

Suddenly, the cold grip of fear inches its way around Hansu's heart. "Taehoon?"

Taehoon turns around at this, already dreading whatever comes out of his mouth next. This conversation is nothing short of torture.

"I'm too young to be a grandpa."

"DAD!"

#taehoon seong #taehoon x reader #viral hit #viral hit manhwa #viral hit x reader #viral hit webtoon #viral hit headcanons #how to fight #how to fight manhwa #how to fight webtoon #how to fight headcanons #seong taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #seong taehun #seong taehun x reader #taehun seong #taehun seong x reader #hansu seong #seong hansu #wannaeatramyeon

[thelastofhyde]

no-outbreak!joel miller whose brother hires him a topless maid.

for tommy, it’s meant to be a double-edged dig, a mockery of joel’s lack of sex-life and a commentary on the slowly worsening state of his house. (with sarah moving for college last month, he’s just not used to being an empty-nester yet, spiralling into a bought of depression as he realises just how much his little girl did around the house for him.)

for true-southern-gentleman joel, it's the most embarrassing, pearl-clutching thing that's ever happened to him since he got a bloody nose in the middle of his first ever blowjob (which ended the moment the girl noticed blood dripping onto her forehead, storming out the locker room and leaving him there, cock-out and balls dangling-). but he doesn't tell tommy no, no matter how much he pretends to protest.

so when you show up at his door, all pretty and doe-eyed, asking if he's mr. miller like you're not the embodiment of his personal all-american, girl-next-door fantasy, he's too flushed in the cheeks to protest as you step inside.

what follows is an incredibly awkward, painfully hard sequence taking place over an hour, where joel tells himself he's definitely watching the game playing on his tv and not at all noticing you, now topless, cleaning around his house.

you dust, and brush, and polish. and joel doesn't watch any of it, not a god-damn thing you do. christ, you're half his age and he's not trying to be an old creep.

but it's not his fault when you're right under his television unit. down on your knees, brushing out dust from beneath the old furniture, spine curved to help you reach further under, your whole upper body pressed to the floor.

he has no choice but to look right at you, and your pretty, smushed-against-the-floor tits; and your skirt that's slowly, slowly sliding up and over your ass, presenting him with the delectable sight of smooth thighs and a baby pink thong resting neatly over your asshole.

one of the football teams scores, but joel's too busy sliding his hand under his grey sweatpants to notice who. blushing and with just a touch of a fire he's not felt in a few good years burning in his loins, he works over his cock as discreetly as he can, all the while you sway back and forth in front of him, presenting yourself like a feast he just can't have, won't allow himself to have.

no matter how easy it would be to mount you from behind, tug that lacy thong to the side to reveal your no doubt perfect pussy and have his way with you. fuck you so good you make a mess all over the floors you'd just cleaned. maybe he'd make you lick his cum off it after, polish it with your tongue before he grants himself a taste of your asshole-

joel miller, fifty-six, father of one (two, if you count that foster girl a couple streets over, ellie, who insists on crashing his movie-nights every goddamn friday) cums in his own pants, muffling his own groans by biting into his hand so hard he draws blood.

and you, this pretty, sweet, polite little thing, have absolutely no clue. you just stand up, dust off your knees, get yourself dressed again and thank him for being such an easy, kind client. just as you're about to step out his front door, you look at him in a way that makes his cock twitch inside the sticky-mess of his sweatpants, and say...

"so what time do you want me here next month, mr. miller?

joel doesn't know whether to thank or curse tommy for paying for a whole year of your monthly cleaning services.

#joel miller smut #the last of us smut #pedro pascal smut #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #wrote this instead of watching my uni lecture because #joel miller's gigantic horse cock is forever education is temporary

[astorytotellyourfriends]

First off, sorry you're having a bad brain day for anything. Secondly, maybe Hellcheer have been on the same bus and totally *not* noticed each other but then “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have really really long legs” Use any of that you like. :D

aww thank you!! i appreciate u 💛 and as a fellow long-legged individual, i relate to eddie's struggle lmao

also this turned out way longer than i expected so enjoyyy

Eddie's relieved to have snagged the last empty row of seats on the already-crowded bus. He knows this route well enough to know his stop is far from the busiest, so getting a seat at rush hour is close to winning the goddamn lottery.

Every person who got onto the bus after him purposefully avoids taking the seat next to his, which amuses him more than it offends him. He knows someone is eventually going to be brave enough to sit down next to the scary guy with long hair, but maybe he'll get through a stop or two before it happens.

For the time being, he takes advantage of the space and stretches his right leg into the footwell of the empty seat. He lets out a soft groan of relief and rolls his neck from side to side, already thinking about how good it's going to feel to collapse into bed when he gets home.

When the bus rolls up to the next stop, Eddie doesn't move his leg. Anybody who spots the empty seat takes one look at him and hurriedly looks for somewhere else to sit, bringing a grin to his face.

His plan's working out pretty fucking well, actually.

Until someone gets onto the bus who doesn't look away. She makes her way down the aisle and up the steps so quickly that Eddie just barely has time to move his leg to let her sit down.

"Thank you," she whispers as she pulls her bag off of her shoulder and sets it on her lap.

"Y-Yeah," he says, offering her a smile as he struggles to fit his stupidly long legs in the small space between his seat and the one in front.

Fuck, have they always been this small?

Eddie clears his throat and looks away from her, propping his arm up on the ledge next to the window and trying to focus on the outside world rather than the pretty girl next to him. He's seen her before on this bus, but only in passing. He's tried not to stare at her, not wanting to get caught being a creep, but there's just something about her that keeps drawing him back in.

He tries to look at her out of the corner of his eye, his curiosity piquing when he thinks for a moment that she might be looking at him, too.

No, she's probably looking out the fucking window, you idiot!

Eddie turns his head as nonchalantly as he can, and to his surprise he catches her looking right at him. She blushes and drops her eyes down to her lap, but Eddie's so taken aback that he completely forgets how to function. His right knee knocks into her leg and they both jump at the collision.

"Shit, sorry!"

"I-It's okay, really--" She laughs a little as he tries to twist himself up like a pretzel to give her more room. "You don't have to."

"Don't wanna encroach on what little space you have," he says with a chuckle, somehow sounding way more cool than he feels right now.

She offers a little shrug his way and smiles. "I'm pretty tiny, so. Feel free."

Eddie laughs. Is she serious?

She twists to the right, offering him half her leg space, and Eddie shakes his head.

"Really, I'll survive."

"I don't mind," she insists.

Eddie sighs, laughing softly as he admits defeat. "Okay, okay."

He moves his right leg, groaning a little as his knee pops. She presses her hand to her mouth, probably to hide a laugh, and Eddie chuckles under his breath.

They both stay quiet as the bus makes another stop, and as someone passes by their seats, the girl's leg presses up against Eddie's. He doesn't say anything and neither does she, but he figures once the bus starts moving again, she'll pull away.

But she doesn't.

"I'm Eddie, by the way," he murmurs, ducking his head and leaning towards her. She turns her head and smiles as she offers her hand.

"Chrissy."

"Nice to meet you," he replies as he shakes her hand.

"Likewise. I, umm, I like your rings."

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie lets go of her hand to show off his right, wiggling his fingers as she laughs.

"Yeah. They're cool." Chrissy gently touches his fingers to admire the rings and then looks up at him with a smile. "They suit you."

Eddie grins. "Thank you."

He doesn't pull his hand out of her grasp, and it takes a minute or so for her to seemingly remember she's holding it. She blushes even more than before, and now Eddie finds it impossible to look away. He compliments her sweater and they fall into a simple, easy conversation as the bus continues on.

Eddie's so wrapped up in talking to Chrissy that he almost misses his stop. He just happens to glance up at the front of the bus as it pulls up to the curb, and he curses under his breath.

"I gotta--" he says, gesturing to the door as people around them start shuffling around to let other passengers off.

"O-Oh," Chrissy says as she rushes to get up. Eddie's loath to leave her, but he squeezes past anyway.

"I'll, uhh, see you around," he says, wrapping his hand around the nearest pole to stay upright amidst the wave of people climbing off the bus.

"Yeah," she says with a smile. "I hope so."

Eddie offers her a wave as he joins the shuffle out the door, kicking himself the moment he steps onto the sidewalk.

You could've just stayed on the fucking bus. What's a couple more stops to keep talking to a pretty girl? You'll probably never see her again now, you fucking--

"Eddie?"

He whips around, hardly having gone more than ten steps away from the bus stop, and there she is.

"Do you, umm..." Chrissy hitches her bag up onto her shoulder and laughs bashfully as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "Do you maybe want to get coffee?"

A wide grin spreads across Eddie's face.

"Hell yeah, I'd love to."

#hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer headcanons #hellcheer fic #answered #darcylightninglewis

[fsiryspit]

𖥦 𝚈𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆. steve harrington x fem!reader.

warnings : bimbo!reader, perv!steve, dom!steve, praise kink, degrading, spanking, thigh riding, touch starved fr, public. just mdni !! all characters of age. not proof read.

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴4 & 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.

they had ventured out to lovers lake earlier in the day, chatting and carrying on about whatever joke or subject that had been annoying them in school. the spring breeze was cooling, much nicer than that hot and sticky kind that came around in the summer time. steve was sporting a pair of jeans and a new yellow, pullover sweatshirt. it had to have been new — didn’t smell like him yet, which made the girl frown. as for her, she was wearing a frilly, white blouse and baby blue mini skirt. but she was chilly . . . why did it have to be cool, hm? she just wanted to enjoy herself in peace. “ you okay sweetheart? ” he asked. oh steve . . . sweet stevie. always so kind and thinking of others. but she nodded, the outside granting her another chill up the spine. “ mm, don’t think you are. ” he chuckled, motioning her to come closer. sure, the big fuzzy blanket underneath them was kindaaa helping, she was still slightly shivering. the girl looked up at steve with big puppy dog eyes.

“ jesus, you’re shaking like a leaf, c’mere. ” he tsked, snaking his arms around her waist before pulling her in, placing her atop his lap. “ now whyd you have to go and wear a skirt? you know it’s too chilly for that.” he clicked his tongue, making her huff. there happened to be an underlying wonder, though, in steve’s handsome head. although he was curious as to her choice in attire today, he was also frustrated how she *always* wore a skirt. it bugged him, made his cock twitch. if she just bent over, he’d be able to see whatever panties she decided to wear that day. “ . . . fuck. ” he mumbled, making the girl tilt her head. she had actually been in the middle of replying, but clearly, his mind was elsewhere. “ did you say something? ” she asked and received a quick shake of his head. sure, she was stupid, but she wasn’t an idiot. she knew when something was up and she wasn’t buying this game he was playing.

but she’d push it off for the time being, shivering once more, her body shifting in his lap. “ fuu—! ” he quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, another twitch to his cock. she looked up at him with wide eyes and blushed cheeks. did he . . . did steve just moan? and that slight shift in his pants, she felt it against her ass. he looked down at the girl, half lidded eyelids and a blush creeping upon his cheeks. and she giggled. she fucking giggled. “ looks like someone— ” his free hand gripped at her cheeks, squishing them together, lips pursing. “ shut the fuck up. ” he growled, the girl blinking beneath him. where did this come from? was he really that turned on? embarrassed that he had a semi hard on? steve was never good with expressing his feelings, or maybe she was just fucking clueless. “ i’m tired of you being fucking dumb, pretty baby. know i like you, ‘kay? think about you all the time and fucking that pretty cunt of yours. ” his hips bucked upward, receiving a whimper from the girl. “ and those skirts. goddamn, always thinkin’ how i wanna fuck you in ‘em. ” he moaned at the thought, his large hands traveling down to her ass and gripping it tightly - like her ass was his and his only. as for her, she was already a mess, her panties becoming soiled from the wet patch she had made. she had never seen steve . . . her best friend, like this before. but she wasn’t complaining. as for his confession, it made her smile — a dumb, little smile, like she had been drunk off her ass. “i like you too. ” she confessed, leaning in slightly. “have for a while. ” yet she cried . . . cried when a harsh slap hit her asscheek. it burned, stung, but fuck - it was hot. “ yeah, no shit, sweetheart. you make it pretty obvious. ” he replied, kneading roughly at the cheek he just spanked. “ on my thigh for me, please. now. ” even with the please, it sounded demanding but the girl quickly obliged, sitting prettily on his big thigh.

now, she was embarrassed : her panties pressed against his jean clad thigh. he let out a dark chuckle, leaning down to quickly kiss her lips before pulling away. “ haven’t even done anything and i can feel how wet you are. ” he whispered, her hand gripping at his yellow sweatshirt. she didn’t dare look up at steve, far too embarrassed to see that smug smirk that painted his lips. “ it’s okay, baby. if you wanna get yourself off, you can. ” he offered oh so graciously. she wouldn’t deny something so pleasurable. she dug up the courage, making eye contact with the male, her hips slowly rocking back and forth. she whimpered, walls clenching around nothing. she had never felt this turned on before — not even when she played with herself at home. steve’s demeanor was fucking hot and she couldn’t get enough of it. “ . . . that’s it baby, so good for me. ” a moan slipped from her lips, receiving another dark chuckle. steve knew what she liked : as he said before, he wasn’t stupid. her free hand ventured toward his hair, his leg slightly bouncing underneath her.

“ste — eve ! ” she moaned, grinding down roughly against his thigh. the fabric of her panties and friction of his leg, loved on her clit, hitting the right spot with every sway. “ tsk, knew you were a whore. from the moment we became friends. ” he snickered, biting down on her right cheek. she whined, another harsh slap hitting her ass. she’d have hand marks in the morning but that was steve’s goal. both hands landed on her hips with a tight grip, rocking them at a rough and fast pace, his thigh leg bouncing every so often. “ steve . . . t-too much ! ” she cried, head falling back. again, her walls clenched around nothing — begging to be filled up, to be ruined. “ aw, c’mon sweetheart. you can take it. ” he cooed, her hips stuttering slightly.

there was a constant twitch from his cock, feeling his pants tighten around him. the leak of precum had painted a pretty spot on the fabric, begging to be let out, to fuck that pretty cunt of hers. but he’d wait — wait until she was done pleasuring herself before absolutely ruining her. steve’s left hand trailed up towards her blouse, far too impatient to open it, hiking it over her chest. as for her bra, it was ripped off, thrown elsewhere like it was fucking useless. “ you’re so pretty, sweetheart. ” he whispered, greedily taking a nipple into his mouth. “ steve ! ” she moaned loudly, back arching as his teeth clamped down on the hardened nipple, pulling at the poor thing.

his mouth sucked her tit, tongue ever so lovingly swirling around it, abusing it until she was crying. she felt so overstimulated, hips stuttering as a familiar knot in her stomach began to form. “ stevie, i’m close. ” she whined, feeling the infamous smirk against her skin. pulling away from her chest with the sound of a ‘pop !’, steve looked up at the girl. “ you better fucking cum. ” he growled, his hand slipping under her skirt and into her pretty pink panties. his middle finger worked at her clit, drawing circles in a slow pace. the girl cried out, hips rocking more greedily, trying to get any more friction from his finger. “ such a needy whore. ” he tsked, his pace quickening. and she leaned down, hiding her face in his neck. she was so close . . . so fucking close, desperately grinding down on the boy’s thigh.

“ cum for me . . . ” he whispered and almost, as if on command, she came — letting out a cry of pleasure, her whole body shaking. �� fuuuck, baby. just about made me cum. ” he groaned, hands going to her back to bring her into a hug. “ shhh, it’s okay. you did so good. ” he said, comforting her as she came down from her high. the girl eventually looked at steve, big tears in her eyes. “ nothin’ to cry about, darling. ” he cooed, kissing her tears away. “ besides, we’re just getting started . . . ”

aaahhh omgg you guys !! this is the first fic i’ve written in such a long time. i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did x

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #joe keery #steve harrington smut #bimbo reader #stranger things #x reader #shameless smut

[keeneschoices]

I'm gonna miss one of my classes because I stayed up late to watch the finale of Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies and couldn't sleep afterwards... WELP, ANYWAY.

what a fucking good episode.

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 10 AHEAD!

I've seen people saying they didn't like it that much because it was more relosution of past problems than anything else, but I did love it. The race didn't get to me nearly as much as I thought it would because after being presented with Cynthia and Lydia's situation, and the whole Olivia marrying that predator, I honestly had more things to worry about than any of that, but it was sort of fun.

Anyway, the whole song in the beginning of the girls telling Olivia not to marry that creep ("he's literally just a guy, hit him with your car" vibes) was just amazing. Everyone's vocals were great but holy fucking shit, ARI?? ARE YOU FOR REAL? THE TALENT.

We got a little more of backstory for Lydia and got some sort of hint regarding Cynthia's mom (my theory is she left them when Cynthia was young and sometimes she calls If she's in need of something). I'm loving to get to know these characters better, honestly.

The whole coming out scene between Nancy and Cynthia broke me. Like, literally had me crying and pausing the episode because I couldn't see anything behind the tears! I'm so goddamn glad Nancy talked to Cynthia and accepted them as they are (not that I ever thought she wouldn't), and seeing Cynthia cry, no, sob like that in Nancy's lap was so heartbreaking because their friend accepted them but it's still the fucking 50s and it's scary as hell.

AND THE MIRROR HOUSE SCENE?? WITH CYNTHIA SEARCHING THROUGH FOR LYDIA AND BEING VERY CLOSE BUT THEN AGAIN VERY FAR, UNTIL THEY CONNECTED AT THE END AND FINALLY GET THE RESOLUTION WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! MY HEART MELTED. THEY'RE ALL IN, LYDIA!

God, I just love love love the mirror house song and scene, it was so well done (I SCREAMED OKAY?? THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING). And Nancy not only preparing Cynthia to go in but encouraging her and even entering the house to make sure Lydia knew Cynthia was serious about their feelings? AMAZING. NANCYCYNTHIA BESTIES, YES.

I also sort of liked that Hazel is now a Pink Lady and sort of didn'? like, I love the message and I totally think If anyone else deserves a chance to be a Pink Lady, it's her... but like, the other four are so connected already because of everything that's happened between them. I'm not saying Hazel couldn't fit into that, but with a bond like theirs it's normal that she'll probably feel left out at least a little bit and that's not what I want.

OHH, AND THE LITTLE NODS TO GREASE AND GREASE 2 WERE SO GOOD. Potato's "speech" to keep things intereseting with Nancy mirroring Sandy's to Danny from the first movie made me cackle and I just looooveeee that they included the Pink Ladies' Pledge, not only the pledge in on itself but also that little part of the song from Grease 2. I loved it!!

The only thing that really bothered me from the episode was the cliffhanger in the end. Because I was expecting like, a cliffhanger and we got, well, name dropped. Which is not bad I guess, I just don't give a shit about whoever this Zuko is and what his relation to Danny is so I'm sort of hanging here for season 2 because If this is the main plot, I'm gonna be tuning in mostly for my favorite characters. Not saying the plot won't be good (because these writers are fenomenal), but it's not as interesting as of now for me personally.

WELL ANYWAY, I'M GONNA GO TO SLEEP NOW BUT I STILL WANT A SEASON 2, YOU HEAR ME PARAMOUNT?? LET'S GO.

#cynthia zdunowski #nancy nakagawa #lydia rotpl #grease rise of the pink ladies spoilers #grease rotpl spoilers #rise of the pink ladies spoilers #rotpl spoilers #grease rise of the pink ladies #grease rotpl #rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #olivia valdovinos #jane facciano

[j-a-nuary]

Thoughts on perv BFF Kim Seungmin

Warnings: suggestive/not explicit but lots of implications, an inclination towards pet-play, collars, voyeuristic tendencies, general creep-itude (obviously, that's why it says "perv" in the title)

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Makes fun of you for liking lattes, but make you them anyway. Always adds way more whipped cream than necessary and calls it your “pup cup” when he brings it to you. Watches a little too closely to the way you lap up the topping with your tongue. He's honestly just torturing himself because now he's stuck in his seat until he can calm down again.

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He always jokes around by calling you his puppy. “What a messy puppy,” he murmurs while pointing out you have whipped cream on your cheek. “What a good puppy,” he smiles when you get a good performance review. “Come on, puppy! Come here, girl!” He laughs, urging you to hurry up when he picks you up from work.

Switches to calling you a dog when he's annoyed. “You're like a dog in heat,” he scoffs when you tell him about your preparations for an upcoming date. “You're drooling like a dog,” when you mention an actor you think is handsome.

Mysteriously disappears into the nearest bathroom for fifteen minutes when you play into the nickname. He starts blushing and rushes away when you come up to him and say “I'm on my good girl shit! The puppy got a raise!” He excuses it by saying you were being embarrassing.

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Buys you a beautiful choker with the cutest locket on it for your birthday. You think it's cute and immediately spin, facing away from him and urging him to put it on you. Thank god. He can feel himself sweating as he does so.

Jeongin calls him out later on.

“That's a goddamn day collar!”

Seungmin shrugs, stepping on Jeongin’s foot to make him shut up before you're back in earshot.

“You don't know shit. How do you know what that is?”

Jeongin pipes down because he does not want to explain how he knows.

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Becomes the world's clumsiest cooking companion around you. Constantly dropping things and asking you to pick them up, claiming he's too sore from practice. Will accidentally kick whatever it is under the edges of furniture, so you have to get on your hands and knees. Uses the opportunity to stare at your ass and steal peeks down your shirt, mentally storing the images away for later that night.

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Buys an additional smartphone while abroad so he can take photos without the shutter sound. Sure, he might have been able to jailbreak his Korean phone, but he just happened to be with Hyunjin while he was looking at electronics on tour, and the phone was just… there.

Starts carefully: blurry photos that are half covered by the fabric of his sweater sleeves or pants pocket. He can sort of discern how your chest looks in a sailor collared shirt. There's a suggestion of thighs in a pair of shorts.

Slowly gets bolder. The photos get clearer. He sneaks a photo almost every time he has the opportunity. Obvious shots down your shirt, mostly taken when he's standing behind you when you sit down. A hundred different shots angled sort of between your legs, all taken under tables when he sits across from you. Just a few scant photos lit only by flash where he carefully tugs a bit of your pajamas out of the way during pre- and post-tour sleepovers.

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He even tries reading fanfiction and using find+replace to put your name in (an idea he gets from Han, of course). It sort of works. For a little while. He bookmarks a few favorites for when he's truly desperate.

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Stray Kids Masterlist

#k.sm #seungmin headcanons #seungmin thoughts #seungmin fanfic #perv bff seungmin #seungmin fic #stray kids headcanons #stray kids thoughts #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic #skz headcanons #skz thoughts #skz fanfic #skz fic #off schedule

[bunnyksj]

Parent!Tan - 0T7 HEADCANNONS

Summary: BTS take in a 10 year old kid, who's a bit of a menace but means well !!

Author’s Note: I LOST THE OG REQUEST BUT IT WAS ADORABLE !! for @elissasimp TYSM for the req (>w<) heres some headcanons on what i think their dynamic would be lool. SORRY IF IT TOOK A LITTLE WHILE : ( 

TAGS: PURE FLUFF !!!, JIN IS A MALEWIFE, jungkook and jimin being menaces, literally just a bunch of silliness, the kid uses she/her pronouns :3

Jin: 

-CAN I JUST SAY JIN IS 1000% GOING FULL MALEWIFE. He has the apron on, rushing around the kitchen, scrubbing the floors etc. He always checks in on the kid every once in a while. Lowkey would feel a little shocked at the kids' attitude, but wouldn't get angry, mostly just sighing, brushing it off. Always scolding the other members for their antics. 

“Jungkook, what did I say about lifting her? You dropped her on her head last time!” He snaps, his hand pushing his hair back away from his face. 

Just a few moments of peace and quiet was all he wanted. Not like that's ever been a thing in their house (not like he’d admit for being a huge contributor to that), but he wished it was. Who could blame him though? Cooking for 6 people, plus a whole child, isn't an easy job. He sighs, turning around to look back at the two, engaged in a serious playfight, a small smile creeping on his face. 

Yoongi: 

-I feel like at FIRST Yoongi would be distant, but not in the cold, heartless, edgy type of way, he's more scared of not being a good parental figure for her :(. Her slight attitude would totally throw him off at first, not exactly being totally confident he can take good care of her. AFTER GETTING TO KNOW HER THOUGH HE'D TOTALLY COME AROUND!! Watching movies with her, sitting her on his lap while he produces and even chasing her around with Jungkook. 

“You see?” He said. “This is how I do my work, fun right?” 

The kid rolls her eyes, a bored but playful smile on her face. 

“Can we do something fun now?” 

He laughs softly, a small smile appearing on his face. “Sure, what’d you want to do?” 

“There's this film I've been DYING to see.” 

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.” 

It wasn't what he was expecting, but hey, he can't say he didn't have fun. 

Hoseok:  

-I FEEL LIKE HOSEOK WOULD THINK HE’D BE SO GOOD, like “omg we’ll play games and have fun !! that's what kids like right ??” and then he’d be like “??” when he meets her, her snappy and sassy attitude takes him by surprise, lowkey confused on how to communicate with her right. BUT HE WOULDN'T GIVE UP, keeping his upbeat energy to help her feel alright !!

“Hey, Hey, Hey !!!” He calls out to her. 

She sighs, shaking her head. “What do you want, Hoseok.”

“Cmon, you've been sitting here for literally 3 days, aren't you tired of sitting at home all the time?”

“I..I guess.” 

He smiles widely, reaching out his hand. “Let's go then.” 

“Go where..” She responds, fighting back a smile. 

“Wherever you want, the mall, park, beach. Who cares? Let’s do something fun.” 

She thinks for a moment, before a small smile spreads across her face. 

“Alright.” 

Namjoon: 

-GENTLE GIANT. He’d have a responsible, overprotective father figure sort of vibe. Constantly nagging her to be careful, stay safe, making sure she’s eaten ect, earning an eye roll in return. CONSTANTLY THINKING AND WORRIED ABOUT HER. 

“Namjoon, put the phone down. You’ve called Hobi 5 times since we’ve been out.”

“You remember what happened last time we left him in charge of the kid?” He snaps back. “He nearly burnt down the whole goddamn apartment!” 

“Joon, we’re five minutes away from the apartment, what’s the worst that could happen.” Taehyung replies, tapping the steering wheel. “I’m sure everything is fine.” 

“They better be..” Namjoon grumbles. 

Jimin: 

-An absolute menace. Constantly going back and forth with the girl, they have fights and “insult” battles all the damn time. Giggling in between the playful banter. He is 100% the first one to want to get into all the gossip and shit talking, even starting most of it with her. 

Jimin sat at the table, giggling into his hands. They both sat at the kitchen table, talking about everything and anything, small smirks on their faces. 

“What the hell are you two on about now?” 

“How rank your cooking is Jin, leave us alone..” Jimin snaps back, earning a giggle from the seat beside him (and a shocked Jin). 

Taehyung:

-Taehyung is like Namjoon but way more relaxed LMAO. He’s always lingering around, staying out of her way, but making sure she's safe. Pulling up to every award ceremony, dance recital, sports game. He doesn't care. He had his phone out, recording every second of it. 

Taehyung sits only a few rows from the front, both hands on his phone, making sure he's recording everything. 

“Hey!” He says, leaning in closer to the person next to him. “You see the one just on the left, yeah. She’s mine.” He says proudly, the biggest grin spreading across his face. 

Jungkook: 

-Like Hobi, but cooler. He’s the one that everyone likes, the one that the kid would want to come pick her up from school. He gets a little carried away sometimes though 😭, carrying her around or chasing her. In return, he gets shoes and other various items thrown at him.  

“No.” Jungkook says firmly. 

“Please! Cmon, you have too.” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes. She asked to play one of her stupid little songs, like he would give in. 

He does. 

He pretends to be annoyed, softly humming the tune. By the end of the car ride, he's full on belting, hand bopping to the rhythm.

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#bunny.writes #bts headcanons #bts #bangtan #bts fanfic #namjoon #taehyung #jungkook #bts army #kim seokjin #min yoongi

[bewilderedbunny]

Line cook Eddie part 3!

Hi friends! I was not expecting to write this so soon after part 2, but I'm rolling with it. Hope you enjoy it!! 💖 (the word counter I used says this is 666 words, thought that was cute) Flirty fluff, light sexual innuendo, cursing, sort of a bit of angst but not really. Eddie x fem!reader but feel free to switch the pronouns if you'd like ☺️ I had to include ABBA in this because I am a Mamma Mia! fan first and a human being second.

Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the divider 💕

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

During a morning shift, a middle-aged man comes into the diner. He's a bit quiet but polite. He has his "please and thank yous" down pat. You check up on him during his meal and ask how everything is.

"Wonderful, my compliments to the chef." he says.

You smile and say, "He'll be so excited to hear that."

The older man looks up at you and says, "I would mention to him to cut back on the salt a bit. He has done a number on my blood pressure enough as it is." as he says that you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder.

"Hey pops. Was my girl good to you?"

You realize this must be Wayne, Eddie doesn't talk about him often but when he does it's with adoration.

"She was great. It's good to put a face to the name since you're always talkin' 'bout her."

Eddie laughs, a little too loud and you giggle at the pink on his cheeks.

One day during your break you step outside to get some fresh air. You can hear Eddie talking to someone near the dumpster.

"You like that, sweetheart? Look at you. You're just the cutest thing I've ever seen." Your heart aches, aren't you supposed to be the cutest thing he's ever seen? You know he's a big flirt with everyone, but you thought you were special. You quietly creep around the corner and when you finally see him you want to cry. He's squatted behind the dumpster feeding chicken to a scruffy little cat while rubbing its back. It's not even scraps from a customer's meal, this son of a bitch cooked a chicken breast for a kitten who, upon further inspection, reminds you of Wayne with its greyish fur and blue eyes.

He walks you to your car after your shift. He started doing it one night the two of you were working and hasn't stopped. Even when you're leaving before him, he walks you out and then goes back inside.

"I'm in a band, y'know?" He says, drying silverware. He's facing you and has his hip pressed against the counter.

"Oh yeah? An ABBA cover band?" You joke.

"How'd you guess? We do a cover of "Chiquitita" that'll knock your socks off."

You stop rinsing cutlery and look at him.

"I know you're kidding, but I love that song."

"Yeah?" He says, turning away from you. He's known it's your favorite for weeks. You were humming throughout your shift once and he spent the following day at the record store trying to figure out what song it was. He eventually went up to an employee and hummed it to them until they could help him find it. He bought the goddamn ABBA record.

You lightly flick him with water and he acts like you've just waterboarded him, stumbling around and gasping for breath. He reaches toward the faucet and flicks you back, he throws more water than you had and you gasp, "You're getting me wet!" His eyes get huge and he starts to giggle. When you realize why you giggle right along with him.

You come in for your dinner shift one day and notice a stack of papers at the register. You pick one up and see a sketch of a fire-breathing dragon. The dragon is guarding various food items like pancakes, milkshakes, burgers, and fries. All of the papers are copies of this drawing and next to the stack, there is an old box of crayons. You ask your coworker what this is, and she says Eddie brought them in this morning to give kids something to entertain themselves with while they wait for their food. You can't wait to hand them out and you save any colored in pages for the next time you have a shift together so you can show him what a hit they were.

Thanks for reading 🥞💖

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie fluff #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #line cook eddie

[bengiyo]

Minato's Laundromat 2 Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

Last week, this show abandoned reason for madness. Minato finally made a huge leap forward with Shin for Shin’s birthday. He said how important Shin was to him. He said he wanted Shin to stay. He admitted that he gets nervous because he likes Shin so much. They finally kissed again. Things were good. Asuka and Shu even had a lovely date. Then, they threw it all away by giving Shin amnesia, but just about Minato. I’m irritated.

So they’re not saying sike, and Shin really forgot Minato?

I’m already annoyed. Shin is supposed to become a doctor and he’s sustained a major head injury now. Instead of that affecting Shin’s potential future, it’s just about relationship drama?

Hey, so I hate this already. I don’t like the choice to not tell Shin about Minato.

Well, at least Minato isn’t avoiding shit altogether.

Oh, good. Sakuma-sensei is here. Please help fix this again.

Shin may not remember Minato, but he’s still ready to beef with Sakuma-sensei.

Shin is still sweet. Now I get to watch Minato cry while eating a cookie.

I understand Shu so much. I don’t like lying to people, so I would also prefer to just run away instead of answering an awkward question.

I love Asuka. My little shit stirrer is not the one to let this situation just be.

Now, Minato, Shin isn’t so addled that he would suddenly view his relationship with you as gross if you told him, but goddamn do I get him not wanting to creep out a 19 year-old who didn’t remember him.

I knew my boy Asuka and my girl Sakurako would not sit idle and would have an action plan to fix this.

Boyfriend? Is this the one who made her cry? Do we need to hate this man??

Not me getting sad because he said Minato’s name without that signature fondness.

Are we returning to the missed pool kiss from the first season?

Besties, I hate this!! I feel like Minato is being punished when he’s been making progress all season. Why is he now being forced to help Shin remember what they had? There are any number of more interesting ways to make Minato consider a permanent or long-term separation from Shin that don’t involve bonking Shin on the head and misrepresenting how head injuries work. I hate that our penultimate episode is going to be Minato walking Shin back through their romance. What the hell does that leave us for a finale? I was really having a good time with this show, and I am so disappointed that we went this route.

#minato's laundromat #minato's laundromat 2 #minato shouji coin laundry #japanese bl #bl series #Ben watches

[cj-doodlez]

I finally watched Lords of Chaos. My thoughts

I took a bold decision and finally watched Lords of Chaos which, for those who aren't aware/never heard of it, is a movie meant to be depicting Mayhem, one of the most influential, and controversial black metal bands in the whole world, and the black metal scene in Norway between the late 80s and throughout the 90s.

I was gonna initially avoid the movie because of TikTok white girls thirsting over a guy who was rather sick in the head and depraved and well, fucking dead, and a convicted arsonist, murderer, and neo-Nazi, because apparently they can't stop with fantasizing about killers, when realistically even Varg Vikernes himself would be creeped out by their weird obsession with killers (they're just simping for the actor but play it off as drooling all over the floor for the character they play to look quirky online); and he's the real goddamn Count Grishnackh. Now before it, I would like to clarify; I DO NOT intend to glorify or support the actions of Varg Vikernes, nor do I glorify or support his very questionable views. I'm a metalhead, and I'm a rather curious person for the bizarre and the obscene. Not to mention I do listen to a bit of black metal (recently got into it and went diving in that rabbit hole, albeit knowing the history of the scene far before).

I won't go onto TOO much detail and such, it's mostly a post to drop what my highlights are alongside the ratings, alongside explaining it. Now a warning will have to go here. I will be talking about suicide, so for those who are sensitive about such a serious subject, I would advise to either click off this post or skip over a few of the sections. Now, without further a do, let's get our corpse paint on, dye our hair black, grab a box of matches, and hail Sata-

bazinga nuke

Now, for this movie, I have 2 sets of ratings, which will be explained for each, alongside my criticism for the film.

CW/TW: Mentions of suicide

As a full fleshed documentary of Mayhem and the Norwegian black metal scene, I give it a 6.5/10. It has the main events everyone knows and surprisingly deals with them in quite a straight forward way, which you can't say about a lot of films. Sure some people say the gore and actually making the scene where Dead kills himself is overdone/tone deaf/too much. But I say, it rather depicts the thought process and the actions of a suicidal person rather perfectly, at least from my own perspective; somebody who's been down so low it got to that point, despite not having any proper/actual attempts on my own life. However, a few details are wrong, and some things may have been added that were not actually true in the real life events, which is why it's a 6.5/10. It's good, but if taken as a documentary movie, it's not that factual. Then again, the film was based off a book, so I guess there's that to blame.

As a Mayhem-inspired film and one that again, is based on truths, and lies, I honestly give it a 9/10. When taken as a movie that's inspired by the real life events, and not 100% accurate, it's a rather great film, with, in my opinion, really good story telling. I especially liked the detail about Euronymous cutting his hair; alongside the flashbacks that were shown that Euro was having about Dead finally not being so nightmare-ish and reminiscing the good and fun times he had with Dead, it gives it that strong symbolism of coming to terms with the loss of Pelle, and realizing that he was just acting like a demented sick individual as a way to cope, and as a way to make Dead proud, at least from what I perceived, since I know people tend to cope with things differently. I have little to nothing to complain about. The only thing is, that the actor for Varg Vikernes doesn't quite look like Varg, not even in the slightest. However, nobody can fully replicate another person's face. Other than that, absolutely no complaints.

The one other thing I also liked was where Euronymous is having those flashbacks of Dead, and after finding his body in the Hen House, when they show that for a mere moment, he was crying and in disbelief at the situation. It also lightly ties back to the beginning after Øystein found Dead laying on his bed with his head open, he starts jumbling his words down in the kitchen, confused and almost as if he was blaming himself, since he had suggested to Pelle that "There is a way out of it. All it takes is 1 bullet to the head", seemingly regretting telling him that. It was only after all the overwhelming emotions that he decided to make a sick depraved thing out of it, and had done until his death, to, as I mentioned before, make Pelle proud.

These are my own personal views on the movie: some people say it sucks, some people think it's good, some people want to get some of that Trve Norwegian Black Metal dick (I'm looking at you TikTok gals). But yeah, that's all. Just wanting to share my own perception of Lords of Chaos and the real life events, and what I think of it :D

#mayhem band #mayhem dead #dead mayhem #euronymous #varg vikernes #pelle ohlin #per yngve ohlin #oystein aarseth #lords of chaos

[lacrimosathedark]

How I deal with Roy Harper stuff is absolute chaos.

I ship him with Jason Todd. I don’t mind the idea of him dating Kori at some point.

I fucking hate RHATO. It’s so bad for all of their characters. It makes Kori the “born sexy yesterday” alien girl instead of the extremely emotional girl full of love and conviction that she is. It reverts Roy back so much and makes him just this side of a piece of shit. And Jason is made into Edgey Protagonist Boy. It’s awful for all of them. Also Scott Lobdel is a creep and he sucks.

Is that where nearly all canon JayRoy implications are? Yes. Do I ignore most of the details of that entire series and only apply it to my personal canon in vague broad strokes? Also yes.

Despite there being no implications of JayRoy before this, I love them together for the sheer potential.

This is not for one to be a morality pet for the other. Roy isn’t there to make Jason look smart. Sure, he’s a dumbass, but he’s also almost as much a genius as Jason is, Jason just had a million more teachers and way less chill. He’s not there just to make Jason feel better about himself. As much as Jason adores him, he still barely let him in, and kept trying to push him away because he was too good. Jason also isn’t there to be Roy’s sobriety crutch. Roy doesn’t need a goddamn sobriety crutch. And if he does, Jason can help (god he fucking should) but his sobriety crutches are Dinah and Waylon, and they just helped him through the worst of it. He can handle shit on his own.

I want Roy to say “fuck that, you’re not the bad guy” not because Roy is an “outlaw” for no rational reason (because he’s not, he’s a hero and never was he not). I want him to say it because he knew the bright bubbly kid who was there when he found out he was a father. The little boy who helped Donna (who Roy also loves) when she was carrying too much and not enough and needed that support. I want him to do it because he knows some of who Jason killed and why. I want him to express that he understands why Jason killed and doesn’t judge him even though he doesn’t kill people anymore (because I think he did as a government agent? and he sure af wanted to after Lian died). I want him to tell Jason just how awful he thinks he himself is, and that Jason is not some monster tainting him with his mere presence. I want him to force Jason to recognize that just because he’s close to Dick too doesn‘t mean he prefers one of them over the other, that the relationships are different and both precious to him and he doesn’t value Dick over Jason or vice versa (because Dick was Roy’s best friend sorta (I mean so were Wally and Donna but like...???) and they need to still be besties instead of trading out one Bat for another) because he feels like people are always choosing his siblings, Dick and Tim especially, over him.

I want Jason to have this unbelievable pride and admiration and fear and hope with Roy, seeing how he got over addiction and spent so much time trying to help others through it, when Jason lost his mother to it. I want him to be able to pull Roy away from the Titans when they stress him out so he’s just not alone (not because he needs someone, but Roy is inherently social and has always done better when people are there for him). I want Jason to help Roy find his daughter. I want Jason to know the child that has become a scrappy Gotham street kid and platonically fall in love with her, love her nearly as much as Roy does because he just can’t help it because Lian is just that wonderful and everyone who’s ever met her adores her and Jason has always had a soft spot for kids (who aren’t wearing Robin outfits). I want him to feel a connection with Lian over their similar and different childhoods, and how much they care about Roy. I want Jason to recognize just how brilliant both Roy and Lian are and actually say how impressed he is just because he can and Roy tbh probably needed the ego boost. I want Jason to have people he can rely on with relative fucking stability because fuck if he can get that from his family. Maybe the Batgirls, but they each prioritize other Robins over him (Babs for Dick, Steph for Tim, Cass also for Tim, or Steph if you wanna count her in this example).

Nearly everything I love about Roy Harper (mostly aside from his design, I like his new styles if you ignore the hat) comes from Pre-Flashpoint stuff. His volunteer work for people struggling with addiction. When he was in Ireland for a while and helped these kids who’d been recently orphaned and making sure they got to a good home when everything was resolved. That time he was essentially a temp PI and worked a case during the fucking AIDs crisis and showed fucking empathy for people and didn’t get bothered when that made people accuse him of being gay (in contrast to Titans Academy where he repeatedly misgenders a nonbinary student boy you are culturally Navajo were there no Two Spirit people there?). His intimately trusting friendship with Dick where they’d do almost anything for each other no questions asked. All of the things he did as a father because god, did the man love his daughter. Pre-Flashpoint Roy is the one I love, and I sprinkle his newer material in very sparingly and carefully.

Jason Todd was all over the fucking place even before Flashpoint so he’s just a mess.

But I see potential for them. Not for most of what’s already written, but what could be.

(Also this does not mean I want their other love interests brushed aside; I want them resolved and befriended. Donna for Roy and Artemis for Jason. Maybe also Kori and Isabel respectively. Fuck Cheshire tho didn’t even tell Roy Lian was alive. Bitch. But damn do I want Artemis back. Also Dog. Give Jason Dog back.)

#Roy Harper #Jason Todd #JayRoy #Koriand'r #Dick Grayson #Lian Harper #Donna Troy #Artemis Grace #Artemis Bana-Mighdall #Red Hood and the Outlaws #RHATO #Jade Nguyen #Arsenal #Red Hood #Starfire #Nightwing #Cheshire Cat #Cheshire

[magniloquent-raven]

i wrote 1400 words of trans billy jerking off i hope yall enjoy him being horny and gross lmfao

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Billy’s never been very good at resisting temptation, especially when it comes to his big stupid crush on Steve. 

He refuses to call it that, but that’s what it is. If it wasn’t he wouldn’t fucking be here, in Steve’s room, creeping on all his shit while Steve makes a beer run.

Not reading his diary or anything like that—mostly because he couldn’t find one—he’s just. Looking. 

He fiddles with the knickknacks strewn around on the simple pine dresser. Sneaks a peek in the top drawer. It’s full of row upon row of tighty-whities, not a secret to be found amongst them. He shuts it again with a sigh and moves on. To the dusty stack of magazines on the desk. There’s uncapped pens tucked next to it. The magazines are all boring. The ones with pretty girls on the covers are at the top of the pile, and the ones at the bottom are all finance mags with words crossed out and doodled over. 

He drops them haphazardly, and wanders over to the bed, perching on the edge of it.

And sitting there on the bedside table, tucked behind the clunky lamp, is a half-empty tub of Vaseline that Billy spends several minutes staring at while his brain shorts out. 

Okay. So. He knew he was probably gonna find something like that, he was kind of looking for something like that. And yet he still wasn’t prepared for real, tangible evidence that Steve Harrington lays on this very bed and touches himself. With those long fingers, slicked up and grasping desperately, lips bitten red and parted as he gasps, moans, not bothering to keep quiet when he’s all alone in the house…

Billy is both too buzzed and not buzzed enough to be doing this.

He runs his hand over the wrinkled pillowcase beside him. It’s some fancy high thread count shit, gotta be, it feels fine and delicate under his palm, soft as a summer breeze. Bet it smells just as sweet too. Like honey and clover and Steve. 

It takes him all of three seconds to throw dignity out the window—that ship pretty much sailed when he made a beeline for Steve’s room the second the front door closed behind him anyways—and lean down to bury his face in the scent. It’s everything he’s filed away under spank bank material over the years and more. All the whiffs of Steve’s shampoo he got in the locker room, the faintly lingering scent of hairspray and expensive leather, the overwhelmingly alluring musk clinging to him after basketball practice, when the collar of his shirt was askew and stuck to his damp chest, soaked with trickles of sweat that Billy wanted to chase with his tongue. 

His pillow smells like every wet dream Billy’s had since he moved to Hawkins. And all his stupid guilty fantasies about waking up next to Steve, all sunshine dappled and sleepy-eyed, gentle and domestic. Soft. 

Billy shifts a little. His briefs are damp, sticky, clinging to him in uncomfortable places, and he can’t help grinding his hips in a slow circle as heat builds low in his gut.

He’s been pent up all goddamn afternoon. Watching Steve’s long fingers as he rolled a joint, his pretty lips pursed and pink and looking so, so soft. Having to act like he wasn’t losing his fucking mind staring at the bit of chest hair peeking out of the unbuttoned collar of Steve’s stupid meticulously ironed polo shirt. And all the while, Steve had no fucking idea, sat there tapping Billy’s thigh with his socked foot, throwing a leg over his lap when Billy tried to bat him away, grinning oh-so-innocently with his dumb gorgeous face all lit up with mirth. 

Being that close to him always drives Billy fucking insane, and they spent hours like that, in each others’ space, brushing fingers when they passed the joint, Steve rubbing Billy’s hip with his heel occasionally, absently, like petting a cat you’re only half paying attention to.

Fucking maddening. 

Frustrating. 

God—

Billy turns, mussing the comforter as he moves his leg to part his knees and plant his ass right in the middle of the bed. He grips the pillow, toying with its seam, staring down at it, imagining Steve laying beneath him, his hair splayed against his pillowcase, eyes dark, his sides soft between Billy’s thighs. 

He’d slide back just a little and feel the hard bulge straining against Steve’s jeans. Rub up against him ‘til Steve begged him for more, ‘til they’re both soaking through their briefs and desperate for it.  

Billy presses into the mattress til his cock throbs and his breath hitches. 

He slides a hand under his shirt, up his own stomach, his chest, huffs a sigh when he hits smooth fabric pulled tight across. Rubbing the hard nub of his nipple through three layers of nylon and spandex is an exercise in frustration and a fucking tease. There’s a dull burn, a familiar building coil of heat, but it’s not enough. 

If he was smart he’d stay mostly clothed in case Steve gets back earlier than expected, but he’s not exactly thinking with his brain right now. He strips off his shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it behind him without looking to see where it lands, already halfway to stripping his makeshift binder off when he hears the soft thud of it hitting the floor. 

The last half is a lot of undignified wiggling to get the final sweaty layer off, but it’s worth it for the sweet bolt of pleasure that lances through him when he digs his nails into the soft skin around his nipple, and he bites his lip to stifle a groan. 

He wonders if Steve would be rough with him. Hurt him if he asked. 

Maybe he wouldn’t have to ask.

Maybe he’d sit up, his hands on Billy’s hips, pulling him closer, pressing his plush lips to Billy’s neck, his collarbone, his grip bruising but his kisses gentle, making his way down to the soft swell of Billy’s chest. And then he’d sink his teeth in. Biting, only where Billy’s always covered. Where he can’t show anybody for fear of discovery. Somewhere he can leave his own secrets safely.

Billy scrapes his blunt nails over his skin, eyes falling shut as he tries to imagine, tries to convince himself Steve’s really here, would want to touch him like this. 

He ruts against the mattress, it’s an awkward angle, hurts his knees to press so far down, but his breathing stutters every time he gets it just right.

With Steve’s scent all around him it’s almost, almost…

He grasps clumsily for the pillow, and shoves it between his legs. 

Would Steve go just as easily if Billy straddled him, framed his flushed face with muscular thighs and bore down on his waiting mouth, riding him ‘til he’s slick from nose to chin, messy and red-lipped and more than happy to stay between Billy’s trembling legs. 

Too many layers of fabric rub against each other as Billy moves, and he disentangles himself from his shorts, tossing them on the floor too. 

The backs of his knees are sweating, and his chest heaves with labored breaths. Hot, liquid pleasure buzzes in his veins, something possessive flaring in his chest when his bare skin brushes Steve’s pillowcase, blue cotton whispering against the softness of the inside of his thighs. He can smell his own sex, soaking through his briefs, his scent blending with Steve’s and making his head spin. 

He rolls the hard nub of his nipple between his fingers, pinching tight, moaning low in his throat. 

With one final, shuddering thrust, he comes, lips parted but breathless, wordless, eyes squeezed shut as it hits him in waves. 

He blinks.

The duvet is askew, as much as he smooths his hands over the corners of it he’s not sure he can put it back the way it was. He definitely can’t put the pillow back the way it was. He pulls it gingerly from it’s rumpled place between his knees, and eyes the wet patch he left right down the middle.

It should make him nervous. Fearful of discovery. 

It doesn’t.

He strokes a finger through the mess he left, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He’s still seated, catching his breath, sweaty and flushed in the afterglow, when he hears the front door open.

~~~tag list ppl @growup-thatbeautiful @spreckle

#stranger things #billy hargrove #trans billy hargrove #harringrove #pre-harringrove #a raven's writing desk #i drew this exact scenario and then wanted to write about it #i haven't finished the drawing lol

[guardians-of-las-vyxen]

Hi I saw your posts about Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies and I need your thoughts about the newest episode… I need someone to rant with it about lol

Hello Anon! and OH BOY, I am so excited to scream about this show to literally anyone who will listen.

So, Episode 5! Gotta admit, there was some things in this episode I didn't love, but also some things that I did.

Starting with a good thing, the songs in episode 5 SLAPPED and my favorite thing about this show will forever and always be the friendship between the Pink Ladies. The little shadow box they gave Jane at the end of the episode was so cute and this?

"my parents will make us pay, but I can just steal the money back of the register later." - Nancy, a true queen

I didn't know if I was going to have a favorite Pink Lady, but Nancy is definitely pushing hard for that spot! Her costumes were amazing and I just *screee* I love her and I think she deserves good things.

How are we all feeling about the Cynthia/Lydia kiss in this tumblr tonight? I'm not a huge fan of Lydia but that scene and song was fantastic and the whole "does this mean I'm a thespian now" made me laugh. I loved it! It even made Lydia grow on me a bit!

Absolutely disgusted that the school is considering messing with the votes but I would not be surprised to see Buddy suddenly come out in the lead because they'd 'miscounted." I'm honestly more interested in seeing Buddy's reaction to that than anything. If this show wants me to like Buddy in any which way shape or form they have got to make him stand up for something. It's one thing to congradulate Jane in private, it's another to do so in public and stop being a passive doormat to the antics of his shitty friends.

"That wasn't me it was Susan!" - Buddy, being an epic fuckboy. Like his ass did not stand there silent while all this shit happened around him and IN HIS NAME. Jane was not wrong when she called him spineless in her basement speech.

And speaking of Jane, girl what the fuck. GIRL, WHAT THE FUCK? I love Jane but goddamn. Pick a man and fucking STICK WITH IT. I hate love triangles! Modern media stop making love trianges a thing challenge. PICK. ONE. MAN. (And also, maybe don't pick Buddy? The guy who stood idly by as her reputation was trashed- something that was almost entirely his own fault- and as his friends consistintly made nasty comments and spread rumors about her. Maybe let's not go with that guy, huh?)

Also not into the whole Teacher/Student thing they got my girl Olivia doing. She's better than that. Did she forget about the remarks Mr. Creep made about her, the ones that are now in her permanant record? Did she suddenly not remember seeing that? Cause I remember. Even if he wasn't her teacher (but he is, let's not forget that) he still clearly values his own self interest and reputation over hers. Olivia can do better. OLIVIA CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS.

Overall I still liked the episode, but very disappointed in so many characters right now.

Not Cynthia and Nancy though, they were flawless.

#rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies #Jane and Olivia I love you please make better decisions #Buddy stop being a tool 2k23 #rise of the pink ladies episode 5 spoilers