#he literally is just a little baby too like all his associates or almost all are older than him its so funny | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

astonmartinii · 10 months

Note

hi!! i dont know if you're still taking requests but if you are, can you please do a max verstappen smau with fem reader, where reader is a huge max fan and they like end up together in the end. i love all of your work and i've probably reread most of your work!! your doing great and i hope you have a good day 🫶

worlds biggest fan | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

y/n is the president of the official max verstappen fan club, but nothing can come of that, right?

(this'll probably just be part one so let me know if you want a part two)

maxverstappenarchive

liked by maxverstappen1, victoriaverstappen and 31,239 others

maxverstappenarchive: max took the win at monza this weekend after a late safety car. the dutchman once again showed he’s a mentality king ignoring all the boos from the tifosi. they hate what they can’t have.

view all comments

user1: max verstappen the man you are

maxverstappen1: 🧡

maxverstappenarchive: super max 🏆

yourusername: jealousy is a disease get well soon xoxo

user2: i love how she comments like we don’t know she runs this account

user3: SHES THE ADMIN???

user4: i personally love when maxverstappenarchive gets sassy with it like the caption didn’t have to serve so hard

yourusername: someone has to defend him and it’s got to the point i no longer need to argue with people over the internet i need a GUN

liked by maxverstappen1

user5: we can see you by the way max

yourusername

liked by victoriaverstappen, maxverstappen1 and 3,429 others

yourusername: the library knows my face way more than it should :(

view all comments

user6: she’s almost too cool to be the literal president of the max verstappen fan club

user7: no i need her to be this cool cause it makes us 10% cooler by association

user8: she single-handedly covers us from the embarrassment from the middle aged drunk men in the orange army

user9: she’s so chill about the fact that victoria and max are just constantly in her likes

yourbff1: i can assure you she is not chill about it

yourbff2: like at all

yourbff1: wow i wonder who takes these lovely pictures of you at the library and conveniently only takes them when you’re not having a meltdown

yourusername: i love yewwwww xxx

yourbff1: you can repay me when you become a wag

yourusername: PLS don’t say that i shan’t abuse my position as president

yourbff1: shame

maxverstappen1 liked this comment

liked by yourusername, landonorris and 552,895 others

tagged: maxverstappen1, georgerussell63

f1: it all got a little much in the baku sprint race as george russell made contact with max verstappen on the opening lap giving the red bull damage for the entire race. the two came to blows in parc ferme with verstappen sending a number of expletives russell’s way. what do you think?

view all comments

user15: is mad max back?

user16: he never left he’s always been a big whiny baby, lewis would never

user17: no need to call russell a dickhead, crashtappen can’t handle someone actually racing him for once - just like his dad

maxverstappenarchive: max has never been a “whiny baby”, he may have been a little hot-headed and someone who always spoke his mind but he could never be categorised as a whiny baby. if you have such a problem with drivers calling other drivers dickheads then you should take it up with hamilton who did the exact same a few seasons ago. you simply have a problem with max’s success which is a you problem and there is no reasonable reason for you to bring jos verstappen into this argument, it immediately invalidates your argument.

user18: period oh my

user19: she spilt so hard here

user20: ignoring whatever domestic just happened in this comment section to say that i don’t care who is in the right - i just live for the drama

f1wagsandtea

liked by pierregasly, user22 and 21,341 others

f1wagsandtea: meet y/n y/ln, the president of the max verstappen fan club. she’s a student at UCL studying english literature and french and unapologetically defends max at all times. however people have been taking notice of how she’s never actually been to a race and how max has been subtlety liking comments about their relationship potential. what do you think about y/n and max?

view all comments

user23: kinda creepy that she literally runs his fan club but also it’s kinda cute idk i’m having a crisis over this

user24: i need this not to happen cause i’ll become so delusional and think i can pull charles

yourusername: some people are broke i’m working to go to a race but unfortunately i need food and a place to live first

user25: speaking for the broke queens i love you

maxverstappen1: it’s a bit too late to sort tickets for this weekend, but i can do dinner next week?

yourusername: time and address and im there

user26: bro the dms are there for a reason

maxverstappen1: noted

user27: why did you say that i wanted to witness max verstappens rizz :(

yourbff1: i usually hate these accounts cause y’all too nosey for your own good, but you got my bestie a date with her dream man so you get a pass just this once

yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, yourbff1 and 6,199 others

yourusername: slow weekend

view all comments

user30: she's playing it too cool i'd be a literal puddle on the floor rn

yourbff1: rest assured that she's been screaming about it for at least the last three days

maxverstappen1: 🧡

yourusername: amazing race maxy 🦁

user31: she's so cool but also CAT

user32: my spidey senses are picking up cat play dates with jimmy, sassy and ... the orange one yourusername: his name is moose user32: not what i was expecting but seems fitting user33: was half-expecting his name to be max maxverstappen1: me too yourusername: guys i'm not that bad yourbff2: her old goldfish was named max yourusername: STOP EMBARRASSING ME

maxverstappenarchive

liked by maxverstappen1, yourusername and 47,831 others

tagged: maxverstappen1

maxverstappenarchive: max won the belgian grand prix to take his win tally to 35 career wins! congratulations max 🧡

view all comments

user34: so like when is he legit going to be in the goat conversation?

user35: genuinely this dominance is so so impressive

maxverstappen1: see you in a couple days 🧡

user36: leave the flirting to the personal accounts verstappen yourusername: i'm so excited you wouldn't believe

redbullracing: in max we trust

maxverstappenarchive: generational talent

user37: i know they won't but can someone livestream this date cause i wanna watch maxverstappenarchive lose her literal mind

yourusername: no mind will be lost i am a grown woman yourbff1: sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

yourusername added to their story

[caption: hot summer nights, mid july]

maxverstappen1 added to their story

[caption: no one tell brad]

note: i nearly got to the photo limit so i'm gonna leave this here but i have a lot of ideas for this scenario so let me know if yall want a second part !! also hope this actually fulfilled the original request ??

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen instagram au

2K notes · View notes

hotvintagepoll · 9 days

Text

Propaganda

Toshia Mori (The Bitter Tea of General Yen, Blondie Johnson)—i think Toshia Mori is a great example of someone who clearly had the makings and charisma of a star & who its easy to imagine thriving in a less white supremacist system than 20s and 30s hollywood. she began acting in silent movies in the late 20s, and in 1932 was selected as a "WAMPAS Baby Star" which was an annual promotion of promising up-and-coming young actresses by the Western Association of Motion Picture Advertisers, becoming the first Asian woman to do so. previous baby stars included Clara Bow, Joan Crawford, and Joan Blondell, and another 1932 honoree was Ginger Rogers. this likely led to her most sizeable role in The Bitter Tea of General Yen (unfortunately a movie with a lot of orientalism going on and white actors in yellowface). she was well received but the studio seemed to lose interest in her career and she largely continued to get bit parts; her last appearance was in a Charlie Chan movie in 1937. she deserved better!!

Veronica Lake (I Married a Witch, Sullivan's Travels)—her look is so iconic they used her as a visual model for jessica rabbit in who framed roger rabbit and a bunch of other femme fatale types in cartoons and live action alike. i didnt think i liked women and then i saw her in sullivans travels and said gee i hope this doesnt awaken anything in me! every role ive seen her in she absolutely oozes an aura of "i know people would ask me to step on them" and her EYES bro every photo ive looked at for this submission its like shes piercing thru time and space to judge me <3

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Toshia Mori:

Veronica Lake:

Her HAIR, her FIGURE, her VOICE, the way she wore LEATHER AND SANG SONGS FOR NO REASON.

I don't believe there's a person on earth who can watch Veronica Lake in I Married A Witch and not be struck by how gorgeous she is. She had that youthful wonder about her that almost every Hollywood starlet was trying to achieve. Her hairstyle (peekaboo bangs) became an iconic Hollywood style after she popularized it, and made her signature look all the more suggestive. Also, witches are tumblrs favorite!

ICONIC hair sweep

The US government literally begged her to change her hairstyle because it was TOO HOT to handle and women who copied it were getting their hair caught in machinery

Her hairstyle was so iconic and popular that the war department had to come out with a PSA instructing lady ironworkers with ways they could pin their hair up to avoid it getting bound in machinery. [https://veteranlife.com/military-history/veronica-lake/]

She played a lot of femme fatale roles but my favorite is Sullivan’s Travels opposite Joel McRea, which is a comedy. She became famous for her hair style at the time—she wore it long and parted on one side so it would fall over half her face in a very sexy way. They called it a peek-a-boo I think. You’ve definitely seen Bugs Bunny dressed up like her, so I think if she’s being honored in such a way she’s very cool.

look at her

she's GORGEOUS in her little witch outfits that she wore for promos and also in the oversized coats and pajamas she wore throughout the movie...she's got RANGE

My Grandpa supposedly dated her in high school, he drove her to school in his car every day. This is legend in the family.

She has gorgeous hair, has got the smouldering look over the shoulder down PAT, and is just drop-dead gorgeous too!

Schizophrenic icon, popularized the peekaboo hairdo long before Jessica Rabbit

She’s just so prettyyyyy

So much hot in such a tiny package. She was no more than 5 feet tall, and some reports claim as small as 4'9"

If you picture a femme fatale in your head, almost certainly Veronica Lake had a hand in shaping the image you think of. She came to embody the look of the noir leading lady as well as the sound and the performance. Certified Noir Baddie.

#veronica lake #toshia mori #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4

135 notes · View notes

hunterssm00n · 5 months

Text

NSFW ! Thomas Hewitt hc’s

A little bit dangerous / but baby, that’s how I want it

*cw include mention of cnc and mention of slight gore* MDNI - 18+

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

• big boy, big hands, big fat ddddd - i don’t make the rules *shrugs*

• his fingers are like sausages on his hands, and are bigger and thicker than pretty much everyone else’s he comes across. i’ve always noticed how big and meaty his hands are, and the thought that they could crush someone’s skull just as easily as they could hold a kitten is just… unnnf

• his hands are quite large, warm, and super calloused from his day to day life. i hc that since his family is elderly he ends up doing a lot for them, and that includes housework, maybe some repairs, and definitely anything to do with getting food on the table. rough, weathered hands that can be gentle is one of the sexiest things ever.

• despite his sheer size and strength, tommy is an incredibly gentle lover. he’s a very sweet and considerate partner.

• after some practice and allowing his confidence to grow, those big hands know exactly what they’re doing- and a man with big hands that knows how to use them? *swoons*

• he’s a switch; can be a top or a bottom. loves being ridden but also loves being in control

• did not know pretty much anything about sex growing up, uncle charlie tried to explain it to him but you can imagine how well that went. this may have resulted in thomas having some unnatural fears when it comes to intimacy, but thankfully he's a quick study and is open to positive influence when there are good feelings associated.

• this can mean that this sweet boy can be talked into doing pretty much anything. as long as he understands there's nothing to be afraid of, and that if he doesn't like something he can always stop/indicate that he wants to stop.

• for example, he would only be open to cnc if he understands that it's a game - i really don't think he would be able to violate someone that way (which might sound weird considering he chainsaws people in half and then cuts off their faces and wears them...) as long as he knows it's for fun i feel like he would be open to anything

• sooo considerate afterwards - a total sweetheart who absolutely jumps at the chance to do aftercare

• he is always hot - figuratively and literally. i hc that his big boy body is like a furnace. this means the ultimate snuggle time in the winter, and just in general.

• he’s long and thick down there, lawd have mercy. like, almost doesn’t fit all the way he’s so big. and his balls are large and heavy, full of hot seed, and they swing back and forth when he thrusts, creating the perfect titillating sensation.

• when he cums… dear god. it’s like the hoover dam breaking open. he definitely needs lots of towels to clean up afterwards - or just straight up jumping in the bath/shower to rinse off

• his favorite positions are missionary and being ridden - the best of both worlds

• and he absolutely loves sex in the shower/bath. he is super touch starved, especially in the romantic sense, so that level of intimacy completely blows his mind.

• he adores being praised; being told what a good boy he is, how good what he's doing feels. he likes to know when he's doing something right - it is a huge confidence boost for this shy guy

• he actually isn't as quiet during sex as one may think. not that he says anything, but the noises he makes instead are equally as good. low groans, pitiful moans when something feels too good, and even growling when he cums. thomas is just so animalistic in nature, and much like when he's chasing after someone with his chainsaw, sometimes the beast just needs to be unleashed.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

AN: I do not own the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise or any of its characters. I also do not own the song ‘Into You’ by Ariana Grande.

202 notes · View notes

two-red-lungs · 2 years

Note

I read a couple of your Eddie smuts and I must say "chef kiss". If I may add to the gutter we are all climbing into, however, I'd love to ask for a list of kinks you think he'd associate with. I know some may be personal imagines/tastes/likes and that is okay! It is what we are here for.

First of all ❤️THANK YOU❤️.

Okay, I have a lot of thoughts about Eddie’s preferences, tastes, kinks, general enjoyments, etc. I have organized them for your viewing pleasure.

Eddie Munson Sexual Headcanons (NSFW Below the Cut):

There is so much going on with this man. SO MUCH.

General Likes/Facts:

The man is a switch. He’s so switchy. He’s like a human multitool.

Nearly anything has the ability to turn him on. You wanna ride him and have him beg to cum and call you mommy? Excellent. He is literally already hard. You want him to fold you in half on the bed and rail you until you’re shaking? He is literally equally as into that, bend over babe.

He’s got a thigh thing. Something about the plush…. The softness… the way the meat of the leg jiggles, how it feels when he grabs it or smacks it, how it cushions him when he fucks. Even nonsexually he loves thighs. Lap pillow, anyone?

BIG ON WETNESS. If you’re his GF he will go stupid horny apeshit monkey brain over your wetness. He’ll literally just play with it, or eat you out for as long as you let him. Almost annoyingly delighted that he can make you so wet.

Mr. “Walking Oral Fixation.” His fingers in your mouth, yours in his, you biting him, him biting you, doesn’t matter as long as long as he gets to feel a lil tongue.

Side note on that: hickeys. On him or you, again, doesn’t matter, they made him preen and walk around all puffed-up and happy because it shows that he cares about someone and they care about him.

Mild exhibitionist. Not in actual “might get caught” scenarios, although he HAS thought about it, but rocking his van in a parking lot? Getting it on in a bathroom stall? It’s so naughty and taboo he LOVES it

If you bring BDSM elements to the table he’s READY to try them. Ready for anything. Sensory deprivation, chastity, mild breath play. He’ll try almost anything once.

Eddie Munson would be like a kid in a candy store if he ever got a sex swing. “The possibilities, baby! The fuckin’ possibilties! Endless!”

Sub!Eddie Likes/Facts:

PUSSYDRUNK PUSSYDRUNK

When Eddie subs you can SLAM DUNK him into subspace two ways: sitting on his face/pinning him, or calling him some variation of “baby boy” or “silly boy”

Likes a little bit of groping/being pushed around. Press him up against a wall and shove a leg between his thighs? He’s got heart eyes.

Adores edging. Such an intense sensation. He likes going mindless during sex and oh BOY does that get him there

Big beggar. Will babble and beg and cajole with spittle running down his chin that he’s been so good and is trying so hard and to please let him cum

Goes fucking feral for mild degradation, especially “stupidification” as long as it doesn’t insult his actual intelligence. Loves being your dumb, sweet, horny angel willing to follow your every order and eat you out with glazed-over, brainless eyes

An ideal Valentine’s Day for him would be you riding him with his hands tied behind his back until he’s so pussydrunk he’s slurring his words, and you’re laughing and biting at his lips and teasing him over it

In softer scenes: praise kink. Oh man PRAISE KINK. Gently riding him while peppering him with kisses and soft little touches, telling him over and over that you love him and he’s so kind and he’s such a hard worker and you enjoy your time with him so much??? Oh he’ll cum but he might cry too

Dom!Eddie Likes/Facts:

Hello HELLO??? This man is the world’s biggest service top. It really lets his “kind of enjoys antagonizing people” side shine through

Multiple. Orgasms. He’ll get an iron grip on your legs and hold one open even when you’re shaking. “C’mon, Princess, I know you got another one for me, there we go, there we gooooo, good girl, fuck…”

He’ll talk to your pussy. Or at least talk about your pussy. “She’s so wet for me baby, feel that? Opening right up for my fingers, shit, is she always this excitable?” With that smug, stupid grin on his face.

Plays the “what did you say?” and “sorry, I couldn’t hear you” game to make you say things louder (like that you want his cock, or that you want to cum)

He’s a great dom honestly but his one flaw is that he folds very very easily when you whine enough for something, like he literally can’t help but DESPERATELY want to give it to you. And he COMPLAINS about it.

“Fuck, baby… shit. Now that’s just… that’s not fair. Don’t use the puppy dog eyes on me. I’m not the bad guy here! Who asked to be tied up, hmmm?”

At first he thought vibrators were the enemy. Now he has realized they’re his ally and it’s made him fucking unstoppable. He’ll literally just keep it pressed against your clit while you buck and squeal and talk the whole time. “Fuuuuck, looks like it feels good, looks like you love it. Feel good baby? Too much? Nah. You can take it. You’re a big girl.”

Eddie’s Icks/Hard Limits:

Scat and blood play. He’d literally look at you like you’d grown a third head if you mentioned either of them. Great way to make things weird.

Don’t get him wrong. He loves you love-tapping his cock a few times, he loves lightly slapping your clit just enough to make you jump, and he adores hands softly squeezing necks because it feels like ownership and a sign of trust. But HURTING you? Actually, ACTUALLY hurting you? Hey he literally cannot fucking stand the thought

He may look the part of metal enthusiast and biker guy but he’s extremely sentimental and romantic under all his “jaded bullshit”, and no amount of rolling out the old “safe sane and consensual” rhetoric will ever convince him to lay a harmful hand on you

Actually getting caught. A, he doesn’t like involving other people. This is a you-and-him thing. And B, Eddie has enough shit to deal with without getting a public indecency charge okay???

Demeaning him too much. It’s the other way around, too, but concerning him it can be very easy to hit him where it genuinely hurts: his sense of intellect. Calling him your sweet, silly slut is one thing. Your stupid little cumdrunk boy is great too. But calling him a moron? A dumbass? Mentioning anything about his academics? Uh-uh. Nope. Eddie has gone flaccid.

Just don’t make him feel like an actual idiot. That’s all he asks. The bar is on the ground, folks.

Cuckolding/cheating. Eddie is a romantic and I’ll die on this hill. As much as he says he doesn’t believe in all that, he clings to his fantasy stories of dashing heroes fighting entire nations for their one true love. The idea that you might get off on fucking someone that’s not him in front of him is actually… emotionally hurtful.

Because at the end of the day he is your big jingly labrador retriever, and hey? He fucking loves you. Loves you more than anything.

Thanks for the ask babe!!!

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #minors dont look #my writing

1K notes · View notes

reverie-starlight · 6 months

Text

birds of prey ~ mammon

ehehe since I put my crow costume together and it actually looks really fuckin' cool, I'm gonna write a little mini-fic with mammon based around it. don’t mind the title, it was the first bird related thing I could come up with.

gn!mc, no physical descriptions, but reader wears makeup (non descriptive so it could pass as costume makeup). fluff, but ngl this is very suggestive!! nothing happens tho bc crows happen to be good at prevention. OG obey me setting, pre-established relationship. mammon is possessive bc demon and he is literal greed. lowercase intentional.

"holy shit, MC..." your boyfriend, gasped out as he walked into your room. "you look amazing!”

you grinned at him through the mirror as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. bringing a hand up, you reached behind to cup his cheek and turned your head to kiss the other one. “thank you, mammon. I won’t lie, I was hoping to surprise you at the party with my costume, but this reaction is pretty good too.”

he shook his head and smiled softly. “I like that I can fawn over ya like this right here. don’t have to worry about any other losers trippin’ over themselves to get your attention. namely asmo.”

you laughed and squeezed one of the arms on your torso with your free hand. “you’re sweet. so…” you touched up your makeup and quickly moved away to face him with a grand pose. “do you have any idea what I’m dressed up as?”

he smiled nervously. “uh…” you watched in amusement as he took in your all black outfit, shoes and the feathers spread over your shoulders. you tried to stay focused when you saw how his eyes went from calculating to just a tad glazed over.

it was a really flattering outfit.

you snapped your fingers once in front of his face and he just grinned when he met your eyes again. “a sexy… fallen angel? isn’t that something you humans turned into a popular costume? ”

you rolled your eyes, both in amusement and shock that he thought you’d turn his reality into a game of dress-up.

“no, silly, I’d never do that to you guys.” you twirled for him and he saw that the feathers weren’t black angel wings at all, but rather…

“wait, babe, are ya a crow?!”

you nodded. “you got it!”

he sighed fondly and cupped your cheek. “you’re somethin’ else, babe, ya know that?”

he took you in one more time and laughed a bit in disbelief. “ya really went as a crow, huh? that’s insane, MC, I love it so much.” he twirled you slowly, and kissed your nose when you faced him again. “you’re definitely cuter than any of my actual crows, not gonna lie.”

you gasped and put a hand over his mouth. “mammon, don’t say that about your children!”

he rolled his eyes and gently took hold of your wrist to remove your glove clad hand. “yeah yeah, I know- the real crows are my kids and we’re one big happy family, I’m so sorry.”

you nod once. “you’re forgiven.”

walking back over to the mirror, you see him move over to sit on your bed. you feel his gaze on you and the air in the room felt very different now that he knew what your costume was.

dressed as something well known to be associated with him in a family of demons vying for your attention… not to mention some angels and nobles…

it was enough to make a demon feel special.

your boyfriend was practically glowing gold at that point and you were almost convinced that if you were to turn out the lights, you’d see two glittery orbs where his eyes should’ve been.

“baby? you good?” you blinked at him with faux innocence through the mirror, wanting to see where it would get you.

he just smirked and shook his head, leaning back on his hands. you felt your body heat up under his gaze but you did your best to keep eye contact with him through the mirror.

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it to that party tonight, babe.”

still trying to ignore the heat building up inside you, you looked back at the mirror and continued touching up your makeup. “oh? and why is that?”

he chuckled. “you’re telling me you didn’t choose that costume for any particular reason? didn’t think about how I might react to it?”

you fought off a smile. “honestly I just thought it’d be cute, but I’m certainly not complaining about all this.”

he slowly got up and stalked over to you once again. he took hold of one of your hands, extending your arm out and pressing kisses along it’s length. shoulder to finger tips. his voice was low.

“yeah? well ya seemed to forget that I’m a demon and that seein’ you dressed to make sure everyone knows you’re mine would stir up some feelings in me.”

you smirked this time and he made note of the mischief in your eyes. “like I said, thought it’d be cute.”

suddenly, with a growl, he spun you around and planted his lips on yours. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and your hands went to his hair.

just as he was about to start walking backwards into the bed, you both jumped apart at the sound of cawing.

you looked to the window and saw a crow pecking at the glass. mammon groaned when you walked away to let the poor thing in. he recognized the familiar to be hestia, a notoriously needy and curious younger crow he had been taking care of and training as of late.

“MC, please, she needs to learn that I can’t drop everything for her whenever she misses me. I’m trying to train her out of that.”

you glared at him and opened the window, frown turning into a wide grin as the bird immediately flew right into your demon’s face and affectionately started pecking at it.

“ouch! okay, okay, sharp beak, we’ve been over this!”

closing your window again, you rushed over to make sure she didn’t accidentally wound him. thankfully he was okay and the crow happily perched on his shoulder.

you cooed at her and she tilted her head as she seemed to take you in for the first time that night. you had met her many times before, but this time seemed different- she was much more interested in your clothing, it seemed.

mammon, who had just finished recovering from hestia’s form of affection, looked at her and then at you and grinned. “I think she likes your feathers.”

you smiled and used one finger to pet her head. she seemed to like that, as she decided to fly from his shoulder to yours and nipping at the faux feathers and bumping her head against your cheek.

you were absolutely delighted, as you always were whenever one of his crows showed you affection. you once told him that you saw it as the highest honor to be accepted by his familiars.

he couldn’t get over the scene in front of him, so while you were distracted he discreetly got out his D.D.D. and took a few pictures. new lock screen acquired.

eventually he did get the young crow away from you and somehow managed to send her off but almost as soon as he got the window shut again, there was a knock on your door.

“MC, dear, are you almost ready? we’re all waiting for you and mammon in the front hall when you are!” asmo.

you looked at mammon apologetically and called out, “yeah, almost! I’ll be out soon!”

the fifth born’s steps retreated and mammon sighed. “guess we gotta go… but hey,” he said, voice going from annoyed to sincere. “I really love your costume, MC, and you have no idea how much I love that you’re openly showin’ that we belong to each other. especially when we’re going to be in a room full of people who want you.”

you smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “of course, my dear. I love you, I’m all yours. and when we get back from this party…” you leaned up to whisper to him. “you can do whatever you’d like.”

he shivered at that and his eyes were back to glowing with greed. “I’m not sharing ya tonight. they can get as jealous as they want, but like you said, you’re all mine.”

hehe possessive mammon am I right?

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!! 🎃

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon fluff #obey me mammon #mammon x reader fluff #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date

137 notes · View notes

after-witch · 1 year

Text

A Family Picture [Yandere Vash x Reader]

Title: A Family Picture [Yandere Vash x Reader]

Synopsis: Vash always wanted a family.

Word count: 2000ish

notes: yandere, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, pregnant afab reader, babytrapping

You thought you had known what it felt like to be shocked.

You were shocked when you came home from school one day to find your aunt in your house, with a sad but patient smile on her face, and the news of your parents death in a shootout on her lips.

You were shocked when you found out that the man you’d been flirting with all afternoon was Vash the Stampede, quite literally the most infamous man (if he could be called a man, technically speaking) on the planet.

But this? This goes beyond being surprised or shocked. This is something you were not expecting, ever, and it feels like you’ve been held upside down and shaken for a good long while. And then some.

“Miss?”

The doctor’s voice cuts unpleasantly through your shaking thoughts and you stare at him, feeling your gaze barely registering as you blink and blink and try to understand.

“Thank you,” you murmur, and the paper in your hands crumples as you grip it tightly and rush to get dressed. You ignore the doctor’s request for a follow up, and his remark about bringing the father in for a consultation as well.

That thought made you chuckle, bitter and breathy, as you hurried out the door of the office. Christ. You couldn’t bring the father into the doctor. Not unless you wanted to get surrounded by scientists, at best, or locked away in some lab at worst.

You had to get home. And then what? You didn’t know.

All you know right now is… you would have to tell Vash. There was no way around it.

You were pregnant with his child.

Vash’s expression doesn’t change for several long, agonizing moments. In those moments, your hand instinctively rests on your stomach. In anxiety. In desperation. In hope? You don’t know, you don’t know exactly how you feel about any of this.

All you know is that you can’t stand that look of quiet contemplation on his face. The uncertainty, the worry, something else--disbelief?

And then, just like that, his expression breaks and there’s a beautiful, soft smile and he’s looking up at you with tears in his tired eyes.

“S-Seriously? That’s what the doctor said? You’re not pulling a prank, are ya?”

You shake your head, feeling dumbfounded--feeling the tight coil of shock and anxiety begin to gradually unloosen.

“No, he…” You curl your fingers against your stomach. “He was pretty clear about it. He wants you to come in to see him, but um…”

Vash lets out a shaky laugh and runs his finger through his darkened hair.

“I’m not too keen on that kind of attention, so I think we’ll keep to ourselves, huh?” His grin doesn’t quite smooth over the real danger associated with what’s happening, but it does help you feel a little better.

You sigh, tired, beleaguered. And Vash is right there, pulling up one of the well-worn chairs you’d fished out from a dumpster a few weeks back. He slides it underneath you and helps you down, as if you’re already 9 months pregnant and need the help.

You laugh a little bit. “Hey, I can sit down on my own, you know.

Vash waves you away, and looks at you with this bright tenderness that makes your heart twist. “Call me a worried father, I guess.” He pauses at his own words, and you can’t help but grin at the almost surprised look on his own face.

He’s coming to the same realization that you’ve already dealt with; or at least, dealt with the initial shock: you’re going to be a parent.

He looks serious, suddenly. “Just… let me take care of you, okay? You and the baby.” He leans down and wraps his arms around you. His words are muffled against your shoulder, but they come out clear enough. Clear and strained and protective. “I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”

His hug is too tight, but you don’t say anything. You’re too relieved that he’s excited about all this to care about anything else.

Later, you swear to yourself, you’ll ask Vash how this was even possible. He’d told you on the night you’d first made love that it was impossible for you to get pregnant from him, because of his biology. That’s why you’d never used protection. It seemed a pointless expense.

Later, that question will come. But for now, you stroke Vash’s hair and let him hold you, and try not to worry about the future.

After one, two would come. Not right away.

Your daughter was about four when Vash brought up the idea of a sibling. You’d hesitated, if only because of Vash’s own history with his brother, which you still didn’t fully understand, because it was a painful subject that was best left untouched.

“It’ll be good for her.”

There was something so soft and sweet in his eyes, that it was easy to ignore the desperation in his tone. It was even easier to ignore the fact that you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted another child.

It was… different, being a parent. Especially with Vash, who was kind, of course, and loyal and protective. But it wasn’t like you could live an ordinary life together. He was too famous, his face plastered all over the world.

And whenever his identity was discovered or someone came looking for him, the three of you had to pack up and move on, often quickly, leaving behind treasured items in the name of safety.

But he pleaded. He wheedled. He convinced you. It would give your daughter someone to play with, when she was lonely. Goodness knows she had enough of that, especially during the days when you had to keep low and didn’t dare let her play with anyone in whatever town you’d ended up in.

Sometimes--privately, in your heart--you debated leaving Vash. Taking your daughter and just leaving. It wasn’t like your face was famous, or hers. She would be safe. She would be normal. She would get to live an ordinary life where mom and dad didn’t hastily bundle her up with a few of her favorite toys and get the hell out of town in the middle of the night.

And you… would be normal too. It was selfish to think about that, you knew. But you wouldn’t deny that you missed being able to live like a regular person, without the fear of people finding out who you were with, and who cared about you.

But could you leave him? He loved you. He loved her. There was no doubt about that. Every time you thought you made up your mind to leave, you simply couldn’t.

There would be no money in the jar for train tickets out of town, making it impossible to leave. Or your daughter would get sick, and you certainly couldn’t take her while she was ill. Or Vash would be exceptionally sweet that day and guilt would eat your thoughts up.

So… two came. And with two, the thought of leaving Vash seemed to ebb and flow, sometimes becoming unbearable and sometimes fading away to almost nothing.

It wasn’t like you thought about it all the time. Just now and then. An occasional thought that you carefully weighed in your hands before putting it back on the shelf so it could gather dust for another few months.

You loved Vash, and you loved your family. God knows you did, and would always.

But Vash could be… a lot. Especially now.

He was overprotective to a degree that made you irritated. You weren’t allowed to get a job anymore, because he didn’t trust anyone else to watch over your children. If you made friends with a neighbor, he wanted to check them out, to make sure they weren’t someone shady--or someone trying to collect the bounty on his head. Going out on your own, with or without the kids? Nearly impossible, unless he was in an exceptionally docile mood and you turned on enough charm.

And the running--it was unbearable. You were hardly settled into a new town before Vash came in, a familiar well-worn look on his face, sweat on his brow. And every time, you knew.

You would have to leave. Again.

It was always the same. Vash would come in with that smile that was more like a grimace. A hand sheepishly running through his hair, his eyes downcast. Apologies spilling from his lips, familiar words in familiar tones.

And then what little life you’d created was packed up, your children were uprooted, and life had to begin anew somewhere else.

Sometimes, on those long nights on the trains, crowded and noisy, kids and Vash and clutched luggage at your side, you thought: Is this the life I wanted to lead? Is this the life I want them to lead? Always running, always looking over our shoulders?

But after two… there was the third. Unplanned. A total surprise, especially because you’d been buying protection every chance you got.

But with the third, a little boy with chubby cheeks and a shock of blonde hair, your thoughts of leaving seemed to naturally subside.

Not because Vash had changed, or you’d learned to accept the things you hated.

But because you weren’t stupid enough to think that a woman towing three children behind her would be able to make it on her own on this forsaken desert planet, regardless of the new Earth outreach that was gradually making life more bearable in some places.

Vash smiles and watches his trio of children running about in the backyard, tripping over the sand, squealing in delight at the toys he’d picked up for them in town. The sound of their laughter is music to his ears, no matter how many times he hears it.

He glances into the house through the back window and you were there, in the kitchen, idly humming a nameless tune as you fixed dinner.

You seem to sense his gaze and give him a tired, worn, pressed-down smile. He grins back at you and your eyes flit back down to the stove, stirring something, throwing a handful of this and that into the pot.

Vash sighs and returns his gaze to the children. The oldest was the ringleader, of course. Bossy as all get out, prone to jutting out her chin and demanding her siblings do what she says.

The second was the quietest, a little slip of a girl, who was more content to read books in her mama’s lap than run around with her siblings. But she could be persuaded, in the right mood.

And the third, a boy, whose smile makes Vash's heart squeeze. Because it’s a familiar smile. Not his smile. But… sometimes, when his son turns his head just-so, or asks Vash a question in a particular lilt, his heart pangs tightly in remembrance of his twin. Someone like him, but oh, not quite.

The pain was mingled with the bliss of fatherhood, of course. And his love for you.

You would never know how much he loved you, really. It was that love that brought the five--five, even thinking the number made him smile--of you where you were today.

It was that love which made him swear to never, ever reveal the truth about your pregnancy.

Yes, it was a surprise when you’d rushed home from the doctor and told him about your pregnancy all those years ago. Not because he didn’t think he could get you pregnant. No, no. But only because he thought it would have taken longer, once he’d prepared his body for impregnation.

It was a bit funny, he thought, that he could turn on his fertility like a light switch. It made it easier to plan for kids… well, on his end, of course, since you knew nothing about it.

It was a secret that only one other person from Gunsmoke knew, and that man was dead. William Conrad, long since murdered by Knives. Vash didn’t like to think of Conrad too much--grief for that man was complex, distant and mingled with bitterness.

But he did have Conrad to thank for leaving behind clues to tests he’d run on independent plant biology, including their ability to have children under the right conditions.

He’s not heartless. He knows it wasn’t right to surprise you with that pregnancy, or encourage the others--not just because he wanted children, but because he knew it would make it harder for you to leave. But it was for your own good.

Besides… you loved the children, too. And him, though he could tell you weren’t always happy with the restrictions forced upon you because of his infamy. Yet you were a wonderful mother, and a wonderful spouse, and when you did manage to smile, it still lit up the entire room.

You were made for this, he thinks.

He just had to clip your wings a little to make you see that.

It wasn’t right. But… sometimes you have to do hard things to keep the people you love safe.

Vash knew that fact better than anyone else on Gunsmoke.

#yandere trigun #yandere vash the stampede #yandere vash #afterwitch writes #yandere

402 notes · View notes

theravenclawlover · 2 years

Text

🎃Kinktober Day 10🎃

Day Prompt: Tickling/Forced Fem/Pregnancy Kink

Word Count: 1,136

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual acts, strong language, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), pregnancy kink, "C" word usage, my first time at writing Eddie SO GO EASY ON ME IT TAKES SOME TRIES.

A/N: I know this is hella late but I wasn't going to not post it, and it is shit ngl lol. I am sick, so you might get updates on Kinktober late into the night.

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

You were part of what Hawkins High staff considered their pride and joy. A cheerleader, class treasurer, and a stellar student since your Freshman year. You had worked very hard to achieve the things you had in life, and you were always one to make sure to show just how proud you were of what you did. Until life turned upside down. Literally. The whole interdimensional monsters thing really put your life in perspective. And through the years, even as you upheld all the aforementioned titles, there was one you carried that not many knew: you were Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson’s girlfriend. You weren’t ashamed or anything; it was Eddie who wouldn’t let anyone know because 1) he liked the way he could sneak around school with you when free period came around or when he skipped to be with you, and b) he didn’t want your hard work to be affected because of the people you associated with. His words.

It didn’t matter to you if people knew, but it was something Eddie was adamant about. But your only consolation was that after high school, none of that would matter. In a few months, you and Eddie would walk out practically humping each other if it were up to you so everyone knew.

Eddie had another tactic for that, though.

Eddie wanted to knock you up. Sure, he would say it in a joking manner or during sex when he was really worked up, but you wouldn’t mind.

Sex with Eddie was something that started slow. Neither of you had much experience and Eddie’s was very little compared to yours. Your poor boyfriend was touched starved at the beginning of your relationship that he barely knew what to do with himself. And that’s how you both found his breeding kink. And yours for that matter.

It had been a shock to hear Eddie telling you how much he wanted you to cum so he could cum himself, wanting for his cum to fill you up. He had been wearing a condom, so it was all sexy talk, but it had turned you both on so much that you had cum so hard, and Eddie had barely done two thrusts before he followed. After that, it wasn’t rare to hear Eddie telling you how much he wanted to fill you up, see his cum trying to spill out of your overflowing hole. And from there it got even more intense when you both tried it bare for the first time. Eddie was in a fucking trance. Unable to look away from his bare cock coming out with so much slick after each thrust, your eyes too had been stuck on the obscene image. He had cum so much.

“Fuck baby, aw fuck, so much cum, I’m even fucking it in and out of you,” he had groaned before whimpering when your cunt had clenched even more.

But it never got old. Every single time Eddie fucked you it was an experience, from learning each other’s body to then using that knowledge to overwhelm each other with nothing but pleasure.

And tonight was no different.

Eddie had you on all fours, your knees digging on the mattress’ border while your head slumped on the pillow that Eddie had granted you for comfort. Your back was arched almost unnaturally, ass hitting Eddie’s hard pelvis with every punishing thrust he was giving your cunt. His hands grabbed at your hips or ass, ringed fingers bringing you closer to him to meet each of his thrusts. His cock slid in and out, the squelching of your slick and two orgasms and his previous load getting fucked into you again. Eddie was unforgiving in the way he was fucking you right now, it was obscene, like in those pornos he had ‘hidden’ in his closet. You had seen those together, great for foreplay, and now it felt like you were acting one out with the way you were moaning his name, his groaning and moaning just as loud as he babbled on about your pussy.

“Fucking perfect,” he said as his right hand grabbed even more of your ass. “Your pussy as greedy as my need to fuck you open and fill you with my cum.”

No words left your mouth, only mumbles of incoherent vowels and consonants that tried to be words. He chuckled.

“Wish you could see it,” he moaned at a specific clench from you. “Wish you could see how my cock fucks you, how after every thrust my dick is slicker than before.”

You could feel the way your legs were almost giving out, knees failing to keep themselves on the same position as your legs spread, wanting nothing but to sink into the bed and have Eddie just fuck you into the bed.

His thrusts became more erratic as his dirty words came out as less complete thoughts, half praises of your cunt and half cusses as he could only watch your pussy swallow him greedily.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered, oversensitivity working him up. “Fuck, wanna fill you up baby.”

“Please,” you managed to moan as your hands gripped the sheets even tighter. “Fill me up, Eddie, please.”

“Fuck,” he whined, thrusts were shallow now. “I’ll fill you up, knock you up too. Then they’ll see, they’ll know who fucked you. They’ll know Eddie fucking Munson fucked Hawkins High’s little star student, I’ll make sure they know who’s kid your carrying.”

At that point you could only hear the high pitch his voice took, lust clouding his mind and yours, his cock hitting your everywhere as he drove you to your orgasm.

“Fuck princess,” he groaned into your back as he fucked you through your orgasm as if you two were animals in heat, thighs wet and sticky as you whined his name when you came. “Fuck I’m cumming.”

There was something addicting about the feeling of his hot cum filling you up. The way it shot into you in heavy loads, marking you as his, a small shiver cursing through your body as the idea that this could be the one that really knocked you up. You two were practically playing a dangerous game, but there was nothing as pleasurable as the thrill it provided.

Eddie kissed your back softly as he slightly pulled back, his cock still buried inside of you. You moaned softly as his cock thrusted a few times, your cunt squelching loudly compared to both of your breathing.

Eddie pulled out with a loud squelch, his hands making sure you didn’t move. You felt a dribble of cum leaking out, but it didn’t get too far down before two of Eddie’s fingers dragged it up and pushed it back in with his ringed fingers.

“Back to where it belongs.”

#theravenclawlover #Kinktober 2022 #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x reader smut #Stranger Things

765 notes · View notes

annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

Text

Sons of Feanor+Nicknames

Ok so on the one hand I feel like there’s a lot of possibility for the relationships between the sons of Feanor being really complicated and fractured. But on the other, what if they aren’t? What if despite how messed up the Finweans are this one most messed up part of the family just genuinely loves each other.

They have a lot of nicknames for each other and a lot are sarcastic. Obviously there’s Nelyo, Kano, Tyelko etc. that only family really gets away with using but it doesn’t stop there. I firmly believe that terms like sweetheart, darling, dearest, little one and baby brother are absolutely present in most of their vocabulary. Everyone kind of expects that it’s mainly Kano because he uses them the most in public to embarrass his siblings and is the most commonly associated with being a little soft. But everyone is wrong.

Maedhros actually uses them more than everyone else combined he’s just a lot more private about it. And when Maedhros does it it’s never teasing or sarcastic like it is often for his brothers. He uses them all the time on all his siblings and none of them ever protest about it despite being very much full grown adults who command armies. He drops them into strategy meetings when they’re having a disagreement just to let his siblings know he’s not too angry at them. Tyelko does as well it’s just almost always sarcastic with him and they absolutely do get annoyed when he does it.

Caranthir is one of the younger ones so he uses them less but still drops in a lot of unnecessary ‘brothers’ into conversations. And he does sometimes tease Curvo with ‘little one’. He also secretly enjoys being referred to by them by Maglor and Maedhros a lot. It makes him feel safe. They all do it to the Ambarussa. Every time they see them, constantly. They are and always will be literal babies to everyone else and they are super protective of them. They’ve kind of gotten used to it by now.

Elrond and Elros absolutely pick up on this. Elrond and Gil Galad refer to each other almost exclusively by pet names throughout the second age. Gil Galad thinks this is flirting and finds it very entertaining. Elrond literally just talks to people like that.

#Silmarillion #headcanons #feanorians #maedhros #sons of feanor #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #elrond peredhel #gil galad #Nicknames

176 notes · View notes

somany-fandoms-solittle-time · 9 months

Text

Listen....

As someone who used to play piano, sing in choirs, and did Community Theatre I'd 100% serenade my fave (or any) Twst boys. Hell, I'd do it for the bit or as some type of prank! I might find any and all opportunities to sing/play songs from a range of decades to my boys.....

Imagine teasing Trey by singing Build Me Up Buttercup by the Foundations while he's baking for you ❤️ and seeing him shaking his head with an amused smile. As long as you help around the kitchen, and don't mind a playful chase or two with the ingredients, 🧁 he might be willing to join in with I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) by Four Tops as you clean up the mess the two of you made.

Jokingly singing Hard Days Night by the Beatles with/at Ruggie after another long day of school, work, errands and babysitting.... 🌼 When finally you've got some time to just be in each other's presence. But even if the two of you can only get these small moments now, deep down Ruggie knows how lucky he is to love you. 🌠 Introducing Knock On Wood by Eddie Floyd would perfectly put words to just how lucky he is to have you.

Late at night, when Jamil finally has some time to rest, and finally being able to Serenade him in the moonlight 🌙 with Moonlight Serenade by Ella Fitzgerald. Sure, it's a little on the nose but he's still flattered. Save The Last Dance For Me by The Drifters would be another testament of how well you understood him; 🪭Jamil's first priority might be Kalim's by blood, but his biggest priority is YOU (and that's by choice).

Rook would be fascinated to know French songs on Earth like La Vie En Rose by Louise Armstrong! Even if you fumble through the words a little, as long as you show him the lyrics perhaps the two of you could work through it together.🌹He'd equally love hearing old Crooner songs like The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra.... And the way he looks at you while performing just about sets your heart on fire 🔥💕.

Old Man Lilia would appreciate just about any rendition of Dream A Little Dream Of Me considering his affiliation with 💭Diasomnia. But considering his love of music in general, along with the seemingly endless life he's already had up until he finally got to meet and fall for you 💘, At Last by Etta James would be almost too perfect.

(This wasn't perfectly done, but I LITERALLY couldn't sleep until I typed it all out. As you can tell my taste can lean kinda old school (because I was raised by a Baby Boomer) but I've also been listening to a lot of Jazz, Soul and classic musical numbers lately. These songs hold a lot of memories and nostalgia and I guess I just needed a space to project them on lol! And if you couldn't tell.... I fucking ADORE the Vice Wardens in Twisted Wonderland 💖😩🥰 These characters and so many others hold SUUUUUUCH a close place in my heart I literally can't.💜❤️ Lowkey, lemme know if anyone's interested in more songs that I associate (and dissociate singing to them lol) with these or any other characters!! It'd also be fun to try writing a drabble, ONE-SHOT, or full fic again 🥴😋)

- Aim's Ongoing Delusions 📜

66 notes · View notes

inklores · 11 months

Text

miguel o'hara── a study in security

it's really funny how most of my finals this quarter have me reading so many pieces that relate with the fics i'm writing and the characters i have brainrot over. i'm reading chapter 6 of eva illouz's book, "why love hurts," and the section about how love and security can't always co-exist hit me... because that is exactly how miguel o'hara regulates his life and shapes his influence within the spider-society.

"Security is often seen as incompatible with passion, or even as leading to its demise. But I would argue that this need for “security” and/or for “adventure” is not an invariant constituent of the psyche; or if it is, then security and adventure take on changing shapes in different cultural structures. They are also outcomes of the social organization of the psyche. Security derives from the capacity to control and to predict one’s environment; adventure, by contrast, derives from feeling challenged, either in one’s social identity or in the ways in which one knows how to do things." (Illouz, 219).

rewatching atsv and i notice just how locked and authoritative miguel runs his facility. micromanaged down to the knick-knacks hobie swipes. the differences in lighting and color theory with how miles & the gang associate with different spider-people, being lit in white and warm shades... then we meet miguel and he is in pitch dark with reddish and deep blue undertones. his character design is similar to the spot, where the sketch design is still visible amidst the rendering and coloring. this color palette carries with him and it sucks all his interactions in with it. from berating gwen after miles escapes to watching archival footage of his daughter, it's so deeply rooted that breaking out of that sphere will quite literally destroy what little he already has left and what he managed to preserve.

the man is STRESSED. we see that from his design to his dialogue. he believes he is single-handedly keeping the multiverse together and he expresses it multiple times. he thinks he can't have comfort and duty at the same time, believing that is what it means to be spider-man. it takes away his humor too, pointed out by peter b. when he says all spider-men are supposed to be funny. the only time he really shows any sort of wit is when he interacts with lyla and maybe jess, but even then, it's so dry and sarcastic. (save his interaction with baby mayday bc that man is also a father.)

but he's "okay" with this great responsibility. this is his security because it's what he's able to control when once, he wasn't able to control anything and it left him so badly wounded that it isolated any possibility of change or evolution for the order of things. when miles left, he shouted, "ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS LISTEN!" and then a softer, almost baffled and frustrated, "why didn't he listen...?"

illouz talks about how visual stimulations or even the presence of something we can hear or see can shape or crush the way we look at ourselves.

Research on the impact of media images on how individuals perceive their bodies suggests that images of perfect bodies have negative effects on self-esteem and self-concept because watching these images suggests to people both that others can achieve them more easily (competitiveness) and that others view them as important (normative legitimacy). Media images thus become a source of disappointment through the implicit mediation of what we think they say about others’ expectations of us and about their achievements compared to ours. Widespread images of love may instill ideas that others achieve love when we do not, and that achieving love is normatively important for successful life. (Illouz, 220).

hobie mentioned it before we officially meet miguel. he says miles seemingly has it alright with his parents and stable family life. and someone like miguel, who keeps a watchful eye over everything that goes on with spidermen, knows that. and he's jealous of it, i would argue. he believes as spider-man, there is a required sacrifice or weight of loss to carry.

while it is a very recurring trope with every iteration of spider-man that's been watched or read, miles has felt loss and loneliness. but he hasn't felt it in the way miguel has because what miguel went through is so singular and unique to him. the only ones who may understand what that would feel like would be gwen or even pav, seeing their dimension and/or livelihood beginning to crumble.

but miles has everything... and is also spider-man and i just know that burns miguel. it's not what he believes should be the order of the "spider-man journey," even though happiness and responsibility can and has worked together. example, peter b. and his daughter.

it's inconceivable for miguel to think something or someone can deny him or run the other way. because everyone is primed to understand that it's his way or quite literally, the destruction of everything. nobody can suggest another way. nobody can say no. aside from the doomsday vibes, miguel is also objectively scary when he’s genuinely angry. not even irritated or annoyed. irate. he’s also colossal. he’s mr. property damage. this need for control and this ability to maintain it under his thumb fuels his antagonistic relationship with anomalies or things he sees as a threat to his security. he doesn't like to be challenged, he likes to be listened to because he knows how the multiverse works and what can come out of it if even a single spider-person has a foot out of line.

and with all the hints left over at the end of the film of how miguel may be wrong, that there is a way to fix the multiverse while protecting the people they love, there will be some serious fractures to his security and everything will open up once again.

#⁎⋆ ꙳✧∘ gena talks !#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #spiderman: into the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

104 notes · View notes

sadtrashking · 2 months

Note

HEY!! actually wrote these all out u can tell where i started going off of mostly appearance for these because i only really know a few qsmp characters help obviously not everyone but uhm. swagever (sorry for sending it to inbox it was too big to fit in the comments on that other post)

Tubbo: Groyvle (Frozen in time/Time related things. Looks like how I imagine her, I like the idea of him not being a fully evolved mon I think it oddly fits her)

Spreen: Hisuian Typhloshion!!!!! (Guy who is like darker colors and the ghost typing is such a cool like. hint towards his tragic fate of fucking dying. Plus works well with Fit and Ramon being normal types)

DanTDM: Shiny Sceptile (works mostly with my specific QSMP dragon lore but TLDR is that Tubbo and Dan are really similar genetics wise and look almost identical, but Dan's fully evolved while Tubbo hasn't really mastered it yet hence. Shiny Sceptile (which is more blue so its fitting)

Bad: Yveltal (Death vulture thing, Dark Type, God-related status, Immortal)

Jaiden: I know the obvious choice is like Chatot but. I like to think she'd be an Archeops I feel like she'd be a raptor of some kind and Archeops is like both that and a parrot it feels made for her…. SHE'D HAVE HER NORMAL COLORS THOUGH I THINK

Pac: Shiny Dusk Form Lycanrock: I like to think Q!Pac is some kind of shiba hybrid so he's GOTTA be a dog and Shiny Dusk Lycanrock is the EXACT colors

Fit: Ursaring because like. Look at it that's just him

Cellbit: Meowscarada this is another appearance based one but I REALLYYY like Meowscarada Cellbit its fun to me.

Baghera: KILOWATTRELLLLLL i dont think any of the ducks fit her and I fucking LOVEEEE kilowattrel i think it's a really fun choice for her

Roier: Midnight Lycanrock I like to think Roier is an African Wild Dog and I think it makes this guy fit him! Plus he's red and emo which is fitting i think

Foolish: Palafin! I don't wanna give him Sharpedo because i think it'd be a bit too silly, and Garchomp is for Leo, so Palafin!! Works well with me imagining him as a Sawshark anyways…

Phil: Honchkrow. IT LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HIMMM ITS SUCH A GOOD MON FOR HIM hes not corviknight because thats my c!phil headcanon plus i feel like q!phil's less intimidating

Missa: Alolan Marowak i know next to nothing about this guy but. dude's an alolan marowak

Cucurucho: BLOOD MOON URSALUNA THIS FUCKERS SUCH A URSALUNA its a big intimidating bear that's face is mostly obscured and doesn't really display much emotion raaaagh its so fitting

Fred: Beartic because blue polar bear but GOD i love ur pangoro idea thats so fun

(Eggs)

Sunny: Cosmog because i loveeee the idea that shes gonna turn into a solgaleo its so funny to me. groyvle dad with a metal sun lion god following him around PLUS COSMOG FITS HER IN LIKE A LOVING SPARKLY THINGS WAY… made of stars

Dapper: Zweilous (I think a lot of the eggs have evolved atp) Fits bad's dark typing! Little guy!!! Little guy with no eyes!!!!

Ramon: Drampa. Mustache dragon thanggggggggg also the idea of this baby dragon being a grampa is really funny

Pomme: DIPPLINNNNNN make that girl into a hydrapple to match dapper becoming a hydreigon eventually. the hydra sisters :fire: ALSO DIPPLIN IS REALLY CUTE i dont particularly care for flapple and appletun feels too like. lazy? for pomme? idk

Richas: Craniados!!!!!! The way people draw Richas reminds me SOOOO much of a pachycephalosaur so I gave him the pachycephalosaur pokemom!!!

Chayanne: FRAXUREEEE haxorus is SUCHHH a chay pokemon to me i think its the yellow. i like to think he's the first to evolve due to being the oldest :3

Tallulah: Swablu: I've always associated the altaria line with music and Tallulah with music so!!!!!

Flippa: Goomy. u'll never fucking guess why

Leo: GABITEEEEEE its a shark dragon its MADEEEE for her honestly

Bobby: Bagon because I feel like it mirrors Jaiden's whole thing with flying in a really sad way

I FUCKING LOVE THEESE. God I love pokemon aus so much they're so fun. And sw on the just appearance ones because they work too. Pac and sunny are probably my favorites from this list

#crunch tag #i gotta make a post about my pokemon au thoughts eventually but I'm too tired rn for a long post

14 notes · View notes

mysterionrisez · 10 months

Text

tbh stan and kyle are like a classic case of the empathy vs compassion argument to me. they both have moments of being caring and are considered the "good boys" of the four (which that title arguably should go to kenny, but yk) and at the same time can be very cruel. and as we can see, stan and kyle's aims in certain moral situations can be incompatible.

WHICH is why i always say they are more like puzzle pieces than a polar opposites sort of deal. kyle's desire to be helpful and virtuous usually overrides his actual desire to become a better person in the long run. he's likely to offer compassion to people who need it, and of course everything comes down to "am i doing the right thing?" for him. but as we can also tell he DOES seem to struggle with proper empathy, which is why his morals are so goddamn inconsistent and muddy. he relies entirely on stan for validation in crack baby athletic association rather than expressing genuine care for the cause. but he has.. such a hard time getting a handle on what exactly he's trying to do here. and the moment his grand gestures are misinterpreted he starts scrambling. and like, even in toilet paper (and this one's a little trickier since he does genuinely feel bad) it seems like hes even more terrified of being caught than he is of hurting anyone. its almost more like he's affected by what his actions REPRESENT rather than the actual effect of what he does. the fact that he was willing to work with CARTMAN in the crack baby ep to show how good he is indicates how much he struggles to actually care about what he's doing. (and as a side note, im not saying this as a jab!!! im speaking as someone with low-empathy autism, that is 100% just how his brain functions HAHA.)

now stan on the other hand is the OPPOSITE. he's usually the one participating in little hijinks and laughing at other people's misfortune, even when it is objectively wrong (see: the magic bush, bass to mouth, etc etc) and kyle's always so disgusted with him when he does. because like, LOGICALLY kyle knows that's wrong. and stan is just less likely to exhaust himself trying to be in the Right at all times (i think the anti bullying campaign is one of stan's most Kyle Moves lmao) but this dude's empathy is off the WALLS. he is so easily affected by changes in others' mood and environment. he's very perceptive. he couldn't even stand to see kenny when he was dying because it hurt too much to know what was coming next. the pandemic wore him down the most out of everybody. he's even grown more and more depressed and avoidant in recent seasons because of how goddamn miserable his household is. and don't get me started on literally any episode where stan interacts with animals (big gay al, fun with veal, whale whores) i think that part is self explanatory. stan is like classic case TORTURED BY FEELINGS.

#musings #stan #kyle #thinking thoughts #style are both very emotional people #which is why they clash so much #but also why they understand each other more than anybody else

36 notes · View notes

starsandhughes · 1 year

Note

I SAW YOU RESPONDED TO MY SISSY BITING ASK FROM EARLIER- i have more

baby duck

- when adam inevitably (hopefully) ends up with the ducks, he obviously becomes sissy and trevor’s first kid. he sees sissy bite trevor every now and then, and mentions it to luke when he asks about sissy one time. that’s how adam finds out about sissy’s biting habits. he then slowly tries to “lure” sissy into giving him locing chomps too.

(he eventually does, and luke, eddy, and adam create a group chat call “bite brothers”)

when she’s younger

- the biting starts with ellen, sue me. it’s before sissy moves in, but she’s obviously over there a lot (because of her home life). one night ellen is cuddled up with sissy on the couch, who’s in a weird mood (something happens at home, idk what). sissy starts crying and tells ellen a lot of what’s going on. they have a little cry session, but eventually ellen brings her in to a comforting hug and they settle down to watch a movie. ellen notices she’s still down though, so she (ellen) goes in for a like a fake bite, yk? and it makes suzy laugh. but then she turns around and bites ellen for real, which makes them both laugh.

jamie

before a game one day, jamie and sissy are getting all comfortable with eachother (maybe trevor pissed her off a little, so she steals his boyfriend for revenge), and the other team sees. in the middle of the game, someone starts to chirp jamie about sissy (player doesn’t know sissy and trevor are together). it sends trevor into a fit of giggles because that’s his woman and he loves her, and he’s also glad jimbo loves her. but jamie gets pissed, and gets into a little scrum. sissy comes running to jamie afterwards, and leaps into him. mid hug she’s bites on his neck a lil and is just soso happy she and trevor have jamie.

(i almost made it sound like they’re in throuple😭)

(but honestly i’m sure with how close jamie and trev are it may seem like that)

i hear you, i see you, i love it, i add: duker is 100% in the group of children sissy bites

duker is definitely the first (he is the og secret fatherless child) she bites after luke and he MILKS it to make ethan jealous which starts ethan being like gimme!!

and i can definitely see the league being confused as to who she’s with and literally all of her friends get chirped about her if she’s seen with them before a game

and i love ellan accidentally starting sissy’s biting out of love! ellen was the first person to show sissy what it meant to be a family so especially when sissy was first starting to become aware that her spending most of her childhood sleeping at the neighbors wasn’t normal. so ofc the second ellen does it sissy immediately associates this with love since the rest of her childhood wasn’t normal

#penalty box series: asks #penalty box series: sissy lore

51 notes · View notes

krenenbaker · 9 months

Text

The TWST Boys' Favourite Clothes

What is their favourite item in their wardrobe like? (Includes all the students, minus the Ramshackle duo)

Heartslabyul

Riddle: A wool sweater. It's a deep red, almost maroon, with a cable-knit pattern. Riddle often feels cold, so the sweater has also become incredibly soft with wear.

Ace: A band tee from a concert he saw with his brother and a few of their friends. It's technically not even his shirt, it's his brother's (but Ace has had it for so long that it's basically his now).

Deuce: A baby blue short sleeve button-up shirt. It was one of the first things he got after he chose to change his behaviour, and he went shopping for a few "smart" clothes with his mum. ♡

Trey: A snapback hat with a floral pattern on the front section. It has a flat bill, and there are little purple, red, and yellow flowers over the fabric. But what really drew Trey to this hat (other than the fact that ooh, it's a hat!!) were the little clovers sprinkled throughout the fabric pattern.

Cater: A cream turtleneck that he bought himself. It's suuuuuuuuper soft, and fits him just right. Cater takes it with him absolutely everywhere he goes.

Savanaclaw

Leona: A purple and yellow silk shawl. It's soft, not too hot, and not too cool. Plus, wearing it makes him feel more regal - and powerful - than any other item possibly could.

Ruggie: A jean jacket made entirely of pockets from old jeans. His granny sewed it for him a few years back, and now Ruggie uses it almost every day.

Jack: His sweatpants. They're comfortable to wear, he can use them for working out, sleeping, lounging, literally whatever, and they're warm enough to wear just as-is outside during the winter months.

Octavinelle

Azul: Although he would hate to admit it, his navy blue hoodie. It's warm, and it's dark, and wearing it just makes him feel safe.

Jade: His hiking boots. He hates clothes and finds them uncomfortable and unnecessary, but his boots are practical. He loves how much grip they have, and the amount of cushion in the soles. He's been in a lot less pain since he started wearing them on hikes, instead of other shoes.

Floyd: Surprisingly for the biggest shoe-lover on the list, his collection of socks! Floyd LOVES being able to choose from so many different styles and designs, and to mix-and-match as he pleases. His favourite pair changes often, but he almost always likes his pink music note socks and his eel socks.

Scarabia

Kalim: His natural (undyed) linen pyjamas. Sure, they are nowhere near as fancy as most of his other garments, or as nicely tailored. But they're comfy, and breathable, and just feel so nice to wear.

Jamil: Interestingly, the hoodie from his school uniform. The design is cool, and it is something that's distinctly his. While his other clothes are familiar and well-fitted, this hoodie provides a different sort of security and joy.

Pomefiore

Vil: A high neck black tank top. Vil enjoys the simplicity of the shirt; it's just a cotton tank top, but he can combine it with a huge variety of outfits. Paired with a bright maxi skirt, under an off-the-shoulder sweater, with a lilac suit jacket and jeans... it's incredibly versatile while still being comfortable and easy to care for.

Epel: His first ever Applepom, more specifically, the hat. It may be missing the original apple, and it hasn't fit him in years and years, but it's still really special to him, and he has a lot of good memories associated with it.

Rook: His beaded deerskin vest. He made it by hand with his grand-maman and grand-papa when he visited them one summer. It is incredibly detailed, and - to Rook - the memories of the effort that went into its creation (from the hunting, to the tanning, to the sewing and beading) are almost more beautiful than the vest itself.

Ignihyde

Idia: Idia is our third, and final, hoodie lover! Idia's favourite hoodie is ridiculously oversized - it's absolutely MASSIVE, nearly reaching his calves in length. It's light blue, and has a pattern of black cats. He finds it to be extremely comforting to wear, and it fits his aesthetic too, so that's an added bonus!

Ortho: He doesn't exactly wear clothes, but his favourite part of any of his gear is his feet from his Athletic Gear. They're just FUN! Plus, it makes him feel like he's the same as the rest of his classmates, if only just a little bit more.

Diasomnia

Malleus: A set of dark green robes. They are beautifully tailored, the fabric is smooth, and they allow for a wide range of movement. (His second favourite item of clothing is a bucket hat that Lilia bought him. It is a horribly gaudy colour, with an odd cartoon character mascot on the front. Malleus can't wear it, of course, but he finds it endearing.)

Silver: His leather gloves, given to him by Lilia. They have become soft and pliable from the many, many hours he has used them in training and daily life, and are now perfectly formed to his hands.

Sebek: His jodhpurs. These pants are one of the absolute most comfortable articles of clothing in his wardrobe. They're also used for ONE distinct, specific purpose - horseback riding - which Sebek also appreciates about them.

Lilia: A pink mesh shirt. He finds it fun, and cool, and unique, and is just so different from what he used to allow himself to wear. Plus, it matches his hair, and he just knows that it looks good on him!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #krenenbaker's :)#there is a bit more background to a number of these as well #some definitely... uh... more emotional than others #also I'm back with my Métis Rook headcanon!#he would be so good at beading #and he would look BEAUTIFUL in beaded deerskin

53 notes · View notes

sourwolf-sterek32 · 2 years

Text

10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Jason Carver cannot date Chrissy until her anti-social sister, Y/N, has a boyfriend. So, Jason pays Eddie Munson to charm her.

Basically an Eddie Munson fic based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You that nobody asked for.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: language,

Previous Chapter

Chapter 7-

To say that Chrissy was happy you were going to prom was the understatement of the century. She was fucking thrilled.

You going to prom meant that she could go to prom and although your mother wasn't pleased, she didn't argue because rules were rules.

Chrissy had taken you out dress shopping the following afternoon at the Starcourt Mall. Shopping was not one of your most favourite things, but your sister somehow made it enjoyable.

The two of you went from store to store, trying on various dresses, all different styles and colours. You dropped by Scoops Ahoy for a break and your good mood increased even more when Chrissy ordered a strawberry ice-cream and ate it. You didn't make a big deal out of it, just smiled behind your own cookies and cream ice-cream.

Steve and Robin were happy to see you guys which was weird because you never really associated with them much, yet they were all smiley and cheerful when you walked in.

After the ice-cream break, you went back to the stores where your favourite dresses were and Chrissy ended up picking a form-fitting, strapless baby pink sequin dress. It suited her. It was absolutely stunning.

You, on the other hand chose literally the polar opposite and although you weren't sure about it, Chrissy had insisted that this dress was the one, so you bought it.

It was a simple black dress that faded into a deep blue down past your knees. The front of it exposed a little bit of cleavage, almost a bit more than you were comfortable with, but again, Chrissy insisted that you looked amazing and you trusted her judgment when it came to fashion. The back of the dress was fully enclosed which was a must have. You didn't even bother trying on anything that didn't cover your back and Chrissy knew that too and only picked out dresses that were enclosed.

One of your scars did peak out across the back of your left shoulder though, but Chrissy had promised she could cover it with makeup for you if you wanted to hide it and you loved her for that.

So after endless of hours spent shopping, the two of you finally climbed back into the Challenger and made your way home.

"Hey, so I was wondering if maybe..." Chrissy started to say before she reached forward and turned your music down before continuing. "If maybe you could drive me to prom? I mean, if you're driving this car to prom. Your date isn't like picking you up, is he?"

"I assumed Jason would pick you up?" You asked, glancing over at her in confusion.

Isn't that what most boyfriends did for prom? The guy would pick the girl up at her house, meet the parents and promise to drop her off at a reasonable hour... wasn't that what most people did?

"I might have already told him that you and I were driving in together."

"What are you going to do if I say that my date is picking me up and driving me instead?" You asked, still unsure why she would want to drive there with you. She hated you driving her to school most days, let alone prom.

"He's not is he? I assumed you would drive. Shit, what if-"

"Relax. I'm not making Eddie pick me up or anything romantic like that. I'm driving myself there." You reassured causing your sister to sigh with relief.

"Thank God because I really didn't want Jason to drive me up in his pickup. Do you know how dirty and messing that truck is on the inside? My dress would be ruined by simply opening the door."

So Carver sucked at driving his truck and also sucked at keeping it clean. What a surprise.

"My Dodge Challenger shits on Carvers truck anyway." You responded, patting the steering wheel. "I'll drive you to prom, don't worry."

"Thank you."

You gave her a small smile before focusing back on the road, but just as you reached to turn the music back up, she suddenly asked;

"Wait, wait, wait, did you say Eddie before? As in Eddie Munson? That's your date to prom?"

Your grip tightened on the wheel for a second before you forced yourself to relax and your grip loosened.

You and Chrissy had been getting along like actual sisters lately, you didn't want to get into a fight with her about this. A lot of people didn't like Eddie, but that was only because they judged him like a book cover by how he looked. Majority of the people that hated him had never even spoken to him before and you were pretty sure Chrissy fell in that category too.

You didn't want to fight about this because if she began saying anything mean about Eddie, you wouldn't be able to hold yourself back and-

"He's good for you." She continued to say, catching you completely off guard. "Ever since Steve Harrington's party... I saw Eddie drive you home. Ever since then, you've been different. A good different. You smile more, you know? You seem happier."

Well, that was not what you expected her to say and now you were speechless. Have you really been smiling more? Eddie did make you happy, but you were surprised that your sister had noticed that.

"Do you love him?" Chrissy suddenly asked.

"What? Love him? I've only known him for a few weeks... I don't... I, uh, I like him, I like him a lot and I guess...I guess, it would be easy to fall in love with him. He's so kind and caring and funny. And he gets me, you know? He's unlike anyone I've ever met and you're right, he makes me happy. He makes me really happy."

Chrissy smiled softly, "I wish I had someone who made me feel like that."

You frowned a little, but continued staring at the road as you drove. Did Jason not make her feel like that? Did he not make her happy?

"Jason... he's great, but..." She started to say like she knew what you were thinking, but trailed off deep in thought.

You flicked your blinker on and pulled over onto the side of the road because you felt like this conversation was not something you wanted to do while driving. You wanted to focus on Chrissy entirely, make sure she knew that you cared and was listening.

She sighed, glancing over at you with a small appreciative smile as you turned in your seat to face her fully.

"Talk to me, Chris." You said softly, using the childhood nickname you hadn't used for years.

That got her to smile again before she took a deep breath and started to talk.

"Jason is captain of the basketball team and I'm the head cheerleader, it's meant to be like this, right? High school sweethearts? But... I don't know if I want that. I mean, Jason... he used to be amazing. He still is. He loves me, I know he does, but..."

"You don't love him?" You asked quietly and Chrissy shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know if I do anymore."

A small part of you wanted to fist pump the air in joy hearing her say that. Jason was an asshole, but Chrissy cared about him and was still his girlfriend, so you remained quiet, waiting for her to continue.

"He treats me really good. He basically cherishes me and I love that, but... he's a bully. He might treat me like a queen, but he treats everyone who's not in our friend group like garbage. Especially you."

"Don't worry about me. I can handle Carvers shit." You hurriedly reassured, but Chrissy shook her head.

"But you shouldn't have to. He never used to be like this, but high school has changed him. He's rude and an asshole to so many people and I... I don't want to be around that. He loves me, he treats me right, but I don't think I love him anymore... like I-I still care about him, I think I always will, but... I don't know, I honestly don't know."

There were tears now shimmering in your sisters eyes and you had to bite back the real comments you wanted to say about Jason. You waited a moment before you spoke, wanting to get your words right and not let your anger for the jock overcome you.

"It's okay to fall out of love with someone." You eventually said. "It happens, people change and drift apart and sometimes that's nobody's fault. Yeah, Jason might treat you perfectly, but he is still a bully to others and you shouldn't have to deal with that if you don't want to."

"What do I do? I mean... shit, we have prom in a few days and then we graduate soon and-"

She was speaking rapidly, working herself up into a panic, so you grabbed her hands with your own and cut her off.

"Hey, hey, look at me."

Chrissy's teary eyes locked with yours and you squeezed her hands before continuing.

"You don't have to do anything straight away. Okay? You said that you don't know, right?" You asked and she nodded with a small sniff. "And that's perfectly okay. You don't have to decide right now what you want to do. If you want to go to prom with him, then go to prom with him and see how he makes you feel. Or if you don't want to go to prom with him, then don't. You don't owe him anything. I'll go to prom with you if it means you not having to go with someone you don't want to."

Chrissy smiled as a few tears trickled down her face, "do you think he will be better? Maybe he'll turn back into the nice guy he used to be?"

Doubtful.

But, you didn't say that out loud.

"Maybe. But, if he isn't then you do whatever you need to do, okay? Like I said, you don't owe him a goddamn thing and if he has a problem with that, then you come and find me, got it?"

Chrissy nodded, but she didn't say anything. Your hands were still holding yours but she was staring out the window, deep in thought before finally meeting your gaze.

"I... I don't think I want to go to prom with him. But, I can't show up to prom without a date though and I'm not letting you ditch Eddie for me."

"I wouldn't ditch, Eddie. You could just come with us." You suggested, but she instantly shook her head.

"And be your third wheel? No thanks."

Okay, that's fair.

"Look, Chrissy. You are one of the most popular girls in school. There would be tons of guys who'd want to go with you." You pointed out, but again she shook her head.

"But they'd all have dates already."

You thought for a moment before getting an idea, "Eddie's friend, Gareth, doesn't."

Chrissy's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Red flannel, fluffy hair, kinda cute? That Gareth?"

You smiled, "yeah, that's him. I can talk to Eddie and see if Gareth is interested?"

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. C'mon, we can drive to Eddie's place now and we can talk to him together." You said, letting go of her hands and turning back towards the steering wheel.

It didn't take long to reach the Trailer Park across town. Eddie had never told you his actual address, but you knew he lived at the Trailer Park, so how hard could it be to find?

Turned out, very hard.

The Trailer Park was a lot larger than you expected and after driving up and down every road in the park, you eventually spotted Eddie's familiar van. Chrissy seemed a little nervous as you climbed out the car, but you gave her a reassuring smile before walking up to the front door.

You knocked on the door, but it wasn't Eddie who answered. It was an older man and you found yourself tensing a little and standing up straight on instinct. This man looked nothing like your father, yet you could feel your heartbeat rising.

This must be his Uncle.

You put on a bright smile and held your hand out. "You must be Eddie's uncle. I'm Y/N, and that's my sister, Chrissy."

Wayne stared at you for a moment, his eyes flashing over to Chrissy before landing back on you and he extended his own hand and shook yours with a firm grip.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, dear. Eddie hasn't stopped talking about you for a good few weeks now." The man confessed causing your smile to turn genuine. "I was wondering when I'd get meet you. My nephew didn't mention you coming around tonight though."

"Oh, no, sorry. This is kinda a surprise visit. My sister and I need to talk to him about prom. Is that okay?" You asked, almost nervously.

"Of course, come inside. Eddie is just in the shower, but he'll be out soon." Wayne said, stepping to the side and motioning for the two of you to come in. "Make yourselves at home and excuse the mess, I haven't had a chance to clean after my shift."

You glanced over at Chrissy who was still looking a little nervous before you held your hand out towards her and she took it before you lead her inside. The trailer was small and a little cluttered, but it wasn't messy like Wayne had been insinuating. It was homey. It was kinda nice.

"Would you girls like something to eat or drink? I've got some iced tea in the fridge?"

You glanced over at Chrissy with a questioning look, but she shook her head and you turned back to Wayne.

"We're fine. Thank you though."

He nodded, but walked over to the kitchen anyway and began to pour himself a glass of iced tea while you and Chrissy sat down on the couch. There were reruns of The A-Team playing softly on the television which Chrissy was now watching, but you found yourself eyeing the photo frame on top of the tv cabinet of a very young Eddie holding a guitar.

Wayne must have seen you looking because he walked over with his glass in his hand and grabbed the photo from the cabinet before sitting down beside you.

"He just turned 10 in this picture. I saved for months to buy him the guitar and that smile was worth every penny." Wayne explained, looking down at the photo with a fond smile.

Eddie had told you that his uncle bought him his first guitar for his birthday and you figured this must be the guitar. He looked so happy, smiling brightly at the camera and holding up the guitar proudly. His hair was a lot shorter, almost like a buzz cut and was wearing a large jacket that you assumed was Wayne's because it was like a dress on the little kid. He looked adorable.

"He was such a cute kid." You commented.

"I-I got more photos if you'd like to see them?" Wayne suddenly asked and you nodded.

"I'd love to."

Wayne quickly got up and grabbed a photo album from the bookshelf across the room and within a few minutes you and Chrissy were going through the photos while Wayne explained each one.

You learnt a lot about Eddie by simply listening to his uncle talk and it was clear how much Wayne cared about him.

"This is one of the only ones I got of him as a baby." He said, pointing towards the small polaroid in the top corner of a very naked new born Eddie laying on a changing table. "He's not my biological son, but believe you me, he is my boy. He's a good kid and deserves better than some old fart like me."

"Don't say that. Eddie absolutely cherishes you, I can tell by the way he talks about you. You're everything to him and you have done a wonderful job raising him into a beautiful, kindhearted young man." You insisted, looking away from the photo to find Wayne now smiling at you. "He's lucky to have you."

"Nah, I'm the lucky one. That boy has changed my life, wouldn't know what I'd do without him here."

That caused you to smile softly. It was nice to know that Eddie's uncle was a good man after finding out that his father was in jail and his mother... well, Eddie had never told you and it wasn't any of your business either. She wasn't in the picture anymore, that was all you knew, but Wayne Munson seemed like a good man and a loving and proud uncle.

"Where's this photo from?" Chrissy asked, pointing at the last photo on the page.

It was of a young Eddie on a school stage. He had the same guitar that he was holding in the other photo, but he was standing with a few other kids too and it took you a moment for you to realise that those were his bandmates from Corroded Coffin. Holy shit, they all looked so young.

"Middle School talent show. First time his band performed in front of a crowd."

"I think I actually remember this-" Chrissy began to say before a door further down the trailer opened and you glanced up just as a very shirtless Eddie stepped out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Your jaw nearly dropped as you stared at him because holy fucking shit, he looked good. His hair was still dripping wet, water droplets trickled along his bare chest and falling down his lean but surprisingly muscular body.

"I may have accidentally used all the hot water and-" Eddie's voice died in his throat when he turned around and saw you and Chrissy on the couch beside his uncle. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"Well, currently looking at a very naked baby photo of little Edward Munson." You answered and grinned when his cheeks started to blush.

"Uncle Wayne!"

His uncle just laughed in amusement, "she wanted to see photos."

"That doesn't mean you had to show those kinds of photos, Jesus Christ." Eddie grumbled, rubbing his face with his hands trying to hide his smile.

"I'll put the album away, just go and get dressed, son." Wayne responded.

You watched as Eddie hurriedly walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind himself before his uncle reluctantly put the album back on the shelf. Within a couple of minutes, Eddie returned from his room wearing his usual outfit that he probably slept in because he never seemed to wear anything else, not that you were complaining. It looked good on him.

"I'll leave you kids to it." Wayne suddenly said, grabbing his packet of cigarettes off the bench before exiting the trailer.

Eddie walked over to the two of you and leant against the wall seeming a little unsure as to why you guys were here.

"Your uncle is really nice. And I'm sorry to show up unannounced." You apologised, but Eddie shook his head.

"It's okay. Just caught me off guard. I mean I have Y/N and Chrissy Cunningham sitting in my trailer, that was not something I expected to find when I came out the shower. And I do apologise for the baby photos."

"Don't be. You were a cute baby."

"Just what every guy wants to hear." He replied with a roll of his eyes. "What can I do for you ladies anyway? I mean, I'm assuming that's why you're both here... wait, you don't want any drugs do you?"

"No, no, no." You and Chrissy both said causing Eddie to relax.

"Oh thank God, because I don't like doing that with my uncle around. I'd rather him not know where the money I give him to help with bills actually comes from."

"Your secret is safe with us, right?" You said, glancing over at Chrissy.

She instantly nodded, "of course."

"Much appreciated. So, what can I help you fine ladies with?"

"Does Gareth have a date to prom yet?" You asked, getting straight to the point.

"Uh, no. No, he doesn't. Why?"

"Would he be interested in taking Chrissy to prom?"

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise as he looked between the two of you in shock before frantically nodding.

"Absolutely! I mean... okay, look, I didn't tell you this, but he's kinda had a crush on you since middle school." Eddie admitted, looking at your sister.

That got Chrissy smiling and she started to relax hearing that, "so he might say yes?"

"Might? He will definitely say yes."

Chrissy practically squealed with excitement. You weren't sure if she was excited to hear that Gareth would say yes or excited that she didn't have to go with Jason or maybe it was a mixture of both. Either way, she seemed happy and that was all you cared about.

You stood up from the couch and walked over to Eddie who pushed himself away from the wall just as you reached his side and kissed him.

"Thank you." You whispered against his lips.

Eddie smiled, kissing you again before pulling you into his chest, hugging you tightly.

"What happened to Jason?" He asked quietly, not wanting Chrissy to hear.

"He's an asshole and a bully and she doesn't want to deal with his shit anymore." You simply answered, pulling away from him.

Eddie had an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at the wall behind you, deep in thought before he looked back at you and simply nodded in understanding.

"Y/N, it's getting late. We should go home before mum gets angry." Chrissy called out from the couch.

Shit. Yeah, that was probably a good idea.

"Yeah, we should get going. Thank you again, Eddie. Seriously. Thank you." You said, looking back at him.

Eddie grinned, "anytime, Princess." He replied sincerely, kissing you again before you and Chrissy walked out his trailer.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr Munson." You said, spotting the older man sitting on a foldout chair outside.

"Pleasure was all mine, but please just call me, Wayne."

"Thank you, Wayne. Have a good night." You replied, smiling brightly at him before unlocking the car.

"You girls drive home safely." He called out, giving you a wave before you turned on the car and drove back home.

Next Chapter

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction

145 notes · View notes