#like YEAH no fucking shit but IN THE SHOW he had a fucking terrifying experience

[undreaming-fanfiction]

As a crazy cat lady, may I offfer...

Eddie who has always loved cats, how free and soft and elegant they are, how they purr and close their eyes in affection, how they make him forget all his worries and stress. He's loved them ever since a neighbor's cat found him crying behind the trailer after he got bullied for his new haircut, the last gift from his shitty dad before Eddie got whisked away by the social services. The cat ignored his sniffling and jumped in his lap, plopping herself over the bony knees and thin thighs, and when she started rubbing her face against his scraped palm, Eddie felt complete.

He can't adopt one yet because he lives with Wayne who is allergic. Wayne offers to take antihistamines but Eddie refuses, he doesn't want to inconvenience him in his own home. Still, he dreams of one day sometime in the future, a small apartment of his own and at least two cats who will greet him when he comes home.

Eddie finds himself volunteering in a shelter and when a new cat café opens, he jumps at the opportunity. He is hired and spends his days taking of their cat ensemble and preparing delicious coffees. Cats help him be less jittery and more grounded, so it's a win win. Eddie loves this job.

Enter Steve Harrington, an insanely handsome man who stops by to make a reservation. Eddie is his usual flirty self, although he expects Steve will bring a date and that's the end of that. But then Steve leans to Eddie and asks: "Listen, uh...I will need some help."

Suppressing an internal groan, Eddie asks: "what, do you need me to drop an engagement ring into the coffee or something? Because can do, but it needs to be sanitized first."

"Oh no. Not that, no..." Steve runs his fingers through his hair and even though it looks like a nervous gesture, Eddie is seconds away from a cuteness induced nosebleed. "Not at all. I just...I have a little sister, you know? I mean, my adoptive dad is fostering her and she's the kindest girl you've met, but she had it rough in her original family. Apparently there was something involving animals and...she loves cats so much, but is terrified of hurting them. She would never!" he clarifies when he sees a frown forming on Eddie's forehead. "It's just that whenever she showed affection to any animal, her biological father made sure it would get hurt or at least chased away. And that's gone, that man is in jail and I just...I want to show her that it's okay to love animals again. That she can pet a purring cat without worrying about its safety."

Eddie just stares at him with mouth open. "That's...wow," he says. "Sorry. Processing."

Steve does the hair thing again and laughs and Eddie thinks that this man deserves a brother of the year award, yep, he'll ask Gareth to 3D print one right fucking now. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to dump all that on you, but I had to be honest because this is a big deal to her. To me as well. Just...listen, I like cats a lot, but I'm not the best at interpreting what they mean, their body language and all that. And I really need Jane to have someone here that can tell her what to do, when she's doing a good job...someone who will protect the kitties if she messes up. Her words. I know it's a lot to ask, but..."

But Eddie shushes him. "Say no more, big boy. I'll be here and I'll give the young lady the cat experience of a lifetime."

Eddie used to think he couldn't love his job any more. But with Jane's uncertain smile and big eyes, her incredulous squeal when a cat chose her for the first time, when she kept asking Eddie for specifics of each cat in his care - "which one is more shy, which one likes to be picked up, which one is a picky eater?" - he thinks he's finally found his calling. Steve beams at him and comes back the next day with a bag of approved cat treats for the cats and a box of chocolates for Eddie as a thank you, then asks him out for a dinner - "if that is even appropriate, shit, sorry, I don't want you to feel pressured or something, this is your job, I get it, but I just really admire you and you were amazing to Jane, uh, and the stuff you say about cats is so interesting I'd just love to hear more". Eddie's heart flutters like the traitor it is and he thinks - maybe this is someone I could adopt a cat with one day.

And unsurprisingly, he's right.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #eleven stranger things #jane hopper #steddie au #cat cafe au #steddie #steddie drabble #stranger things #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE PARAGRAPH FFS

[dabislittlemouse]

tainted angel🪽 (pt. 6)

CHAPTER 4 // CHAPTER 5 // CHAPTER 7

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and noncon/ dubcon incoming. Starts with Dabi’s POV ‼️

Sometimes I get way too excited.

I mentally scold myself for letting my mouth run like that and say risky things. Really don’t want to scare the little angel away, it would only make things harder and less pleasurable if I had to take her by force. Her meek voice already showed me how scared she was, I can imagine her heart beating fast while she nervously chews on that kissable lower lip.

I try to control myself, but those hidden sick desires deep inside of me are urging me to go further. To break her, make her feel paranoid and scared, always wary of her surroundings, always frightened of ending up in my claws. Just so I can eat her out and taste the fear and excitement rolling right on my tongue.

Fuck, that sweet cunt of hers. M’dying for a taste. I could feel the heat of it even through my pants as she sat nicely on my lap. I already took care of myself after she went home, stroking my cock nice and slow at the scent and warmth she left behind with me. But now as my mind replays over and over the way she squealed and whimpered from my touch, the softness of her skin and her perky breasts pressing against my chest, I feel hard again. This never ending cycle is entirely her fault, for being such a tempting little minx and gettin’ me all worked up like this, distracting me from my most important missions.

Yeah, who am I kidding.. she will be right by my side as I burn down the whole world.

The thought gets me all excited, turning a sweet angel like her to be the villain’s girl, to make her go against the rules and morals, that would surely terrify her.

“Dabi, I’d like you to test this nomu, I found one that will totally match your aesthetic!”

The voice snaps me out of my thoughts, I blink in confusion. “Huh?”

“It’s one of the High-End nomus!” doctor Ujiko says.

Ah, yes. The nomus. We’re currently in the lab. The crazy doctor was experimenting with many things lately, and now he wants me to give him a hand. I look at the big glass containers dimly lit in purple light, holding the monstrous creatures inside, most of them still not ready to be awakened.

“Did you even listen to what I said?” I reply, annoyance clear in my features. “I have other matters to attend”

“It won’t be a big deal,” the doctor says, “just let the nomu run free in the city and fight a pro hero, it will obey your orders after all. It’s important to test this nomu in order to proceed with the other ones. And then when it’s done, bring it back here. Easy peasy!”

I hum in response, contemplating things. It would be a great opportunity to test our little pet pro Hawks, sure as hell he wouldn’t like the idea of me bringing a High-End nomu in a populated area. But maybe I can tell him straight ahead, so he can bring me a pro hero in his way, perfect to fight against the nomu.

“Alright” I smirk. “Bring it to me”

***

Doctor Ujiko was right. That monstrosity of a nomu really fit my aesthetic for some reason, I might even start to like it. It seemed stronger than the other bio-engineered nomus I’ve seen before. It could speak a few words, and already learned my name. Seemed more than ready to obey every order that I feel like giving. Heh, if that ain’t a good pet for me. Never had pets before but I could treat myself with a pet nomu this time.

After talking with Hawks, he agreed on the plan that will take place by the end of this week. He would bring a random pro along, I didn’t need any details on who. The High-End was strong enough, I am in fact so concerned for the hero who will take it in a fight. Seems like I’ll have more lives taken away on my name only.

As I turn back to the hideout, my mind goes to my angel. Shit, been too busy with the plan I almost forgot to call her. For some reason I already miss her voice and pretty face, it makes me sick. I grab my burner phone and dial her number.

Though she does not pick up.

I grunt in annoyance before trying again. After two more calls, she finally picks up.

“Took ya long enough” I say, a hint of irritation in my voice, but it fades away as soon as I hear hers.

“Sorry I was cleaning my room and forgot my phone on silent” she says apologetically.

“S’alright, you cleaning your room huh? Good girl. I’ve been a bit busy these days but I didn’t forget ya, doll.”

I sit up and go in front of my mirror, examining my hair while talking to her. “Just called to say that I’ll be taking ya out tonight”

“Oh? Well.. you already made the decision, huh” she replies. “But about that..”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. This time I’ll take you to a normal place, not empty parks or alleyways” I smirk. “You deserve a real date don’t cha?”

“Y-Yeah..” she mumbles. “But I.. I really wanted to tell you something Dabi. I just… don’t think I can continue seeing you again”

My breathing stops for a moment, seriousness taking over my features as I look back at myself in the mirror.

“Come again?” I reply, and my voice comes off harsher than I intended to. I hear her breath hitch, stuttering a bit on her words as she explains everything to me. My hand instinctively tightens the grip on my phone, almost breaking it.

“I-I think it’s best for me to not be around you. My brother also told me so before, and I don’t want this to be further trouble for me. Besides.. I can’t be around someone who refuses to tell me who he is and what he does, no offence but.. I just don’t feel safe you know.. especially knowing you’ve done bad things and refusing to elaborate.”

I take in a deep breath before letting out a chuckle, my knuckles turning almost white while gripping my phone.

“Told ya it’s not the right moment to tell you. I really hoped you wouldn’t make things harder princess..”

“H-Huh? I’m not making anything harder” she says. “I have more important matters to focus, such as my studies. I can’t let myself get distracted by sneaking out and meeting some mysterious guy.. I mean.. I enjoy your company Dabi, truly, but I don’t think this can go further..”

I click my tongue, feeling the rage in my chest ready to burst out. Ready to get the hell out of here and go take her by force.

“You’re just like your brother aren’t cha?” I respond. “All responsible over your duties, can’t let anything distract ya. Gotta admire that, sure..”

My heated hand grabs a random metallic object on the table, melting it slowly.

“But it is clear as day that you’re being a nasty little liar right now. Tell me doll, once I get over there will you be able to say all this shit straight to my face? That you are oh, so focused on those studies of yours, grade A student, and willing to put down any “distractions”.. I don’t think I’ve told you that I hate liars”

I hear her gasp, a few seconds of silence as she struggles to find words. My voice is stern and threatening, purposely to make her scared and show her that those little games won’t do for me.

“Dabi, just.. just respect my decision okay? I gotta go now, I have stuff to do” she says hurriedly, before hanging up on me.

Oh, you will regret this.

I throw my phone on the ground and bring a heated fist straight to the mirror, breaking it in process. The pieces of glass pierce through my skin, blood already flowing on my knuckles and down my wrist. Though I can’t feel a thing, only rage as my body heats up.

Seems like it’s not that easy to corrupt the little angel, huh..

But through all that rage, I feel a sense of thrill. I’m a lazy bastard sometimes, that I can admit. When it doesn’t benefit my goals, I don’t like chasing anything, pretty much not caring about most stuff. But she got my engines going, as much as I might hate putting in effort, having her has become one of my main goals. And this chase is only going to make things sweeter in the end. She can play hard to get as much as she wants, it only riles me up even more.

Today I will let her be. Tomorrow too. Let her think that I’m a decent guy who will respect her stupid little decisions, that I left her alone for good. And only then, when she is the least prepared, I will appear again, catch her off guard, weak and helpless in front of me.

A wicked grin spreads widely across my face. This game’s just getting started.

*****

[Her POV]

It has been a few days since my last call with Dabi. Even though I haven’t heard from him since, this silence on his side is making me feel uneasy the whole time. I expected for him to send me a text message after I hung up, or maybe for him to call me back again.

But he didn’t do anything. He simply vanished. Of course this is what I wanted, or maybe thought that I wanted. This was the most logical decision I could make on my side, though I do not feel calm with this.

Especially with the way his voice tone changed and got deeper, harsher, I’ve never heard him sound like that before. A voice which held nothing but promising threats, I felt like I really made a mistake.

But Dabi hasn’t appeared or called since, so I should be fine right?

One part of me is still needy for him, regretting that I cut him off like this. The things he made me feel were sinful, but it all felt so good and I couldn’t get enough. Dabi was irresistibly handsome, I tried to not fall for him but-

I should remain logical, and not go down a rabbit hole where I might never escape from. This was for the best.

“I’m going now!” I say to my mom as I grab my bag, getting ready for school. It was early in the morning, and I felt more than ready to start a new day.

“Be careful hun” she responds me as I head downstairs. Lately I’ve wondered if mom is okay, she’s been looking way too lost in thoughts, always zoning out. Jumpy at every sound or anytime the doorbell rang. Almost paranoid too. When I ask her if there’s something wrong, she brushes it off and tells me to not worry, that she’s just tired.

I really wonder why these people like to hide things from me.

Getting out of my house and closing the door behind me, I notice something placed on the doorstep.

No way.

I feel my heart dropping and my eyes stay glued on the blue roses on the ground, wrapped nicely together.

Just like the one he gave me that night.

But that can’t be. He hasn’t been interested to call me back for days, nor come and meet me. Clearly I was some mere entertainment for him right? He’d surely go find another girl to toy around with, that’s what I thought at some point. He’s got to have many options.

My hands tremble slightly as I grab the roses, and I notice a small postcard attached to them.

Maybe I should not read it. Just throw the roses in the trash and continue with my day. But I can’t do it.

I inahle deeply, calming myself before reading the postcard. I feel the world around me freezing, everything falling silent and all I can hear are my own heartbeats.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒖���� 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍. 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏”

-𝑫

My breath hitches as I read what was written, swallowing hard while my panicked eyes study my surroundings. Nobody was there. These might’ve been left overnight on my doorstep.

The thought of him wandering around my house at night while I sleep peacefully makes my skin crawl. And the worst, watching me.

The note he left would normally be called wholesome and cute under normal circumstances. But all I could make out of it was something ominous, a threat wrapped in sweet words and pretty roses. My first thought was to tell Keigo, but some part of me feels guilty, because it was me who gave Dabi the chance to get closer, despite from being told to stay away. And now I can’t get him off my back.

I must deal with this by my own, simple as that. I am not a child to hide behind my big brother’s hero cap.

With that, I crush the roses and throw them in the trash, while tearing off the postcard. I will ignore this for now, and keep watch tonight just in case. This man can’t scare me at my own house, no way. If he shows up again, I will take matters into my own hands.

And if things escalate, only then I will call Keigo.

(Chapter 7 will have smut and nonconsensual stuff‼️)

🏷️ tags: @mostlyheinous @dabislittlebeaniebaby @dabihawksluva @scariusaquarius @touyalove @awalkingshame @syrenkitsune

#B.writes #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi smut #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader #yandere dabi #yandere x reader #yandere #x reader #yandere cw

[pedgito]

hey, im a big fan of your writing. I am also a big fan of Javier Peña, Joel and Din lmao. So can I request a story about either one of those (mostly sfw mainly because im in my feelings) that is more of a hurt/comfort angst? Maybe bottled feelings are freed, a near death experience occurs after a heated confession that didn't go well...? idk I leave it up to you if you want to write it of course. Anyways, again, love love your stories, especially the way your portray Javier. Have a nice week <3

pairing | javier pena x fem!reader

content warning | mostly sfw, arguments over commitment/relationships, mention of violence (bombing), descriptions of minor injuries and emotional distress, just lots and lots of angst [2.6k]

author’s note | this screamed javi so hard so i couldn't pass up the opportunity to write some angst for him

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You’ve been at it for months now, waiting for Javier to finally give in and confess to you what he’s been holding back for so long—he’s so closed off it’s impossible, his back turned to you as he grips the chair shoved into the small dining table tucked in the corner of his apartment.

This was supposed to be a one off job, spend a couple months down in Bogotá with Steve—play alongside him in the hopes of catching Escobar, settling into a mix between the three of you, realizing fairly quickly that Peña wasn’t the type of nice guy you were used to.

He was brazen, straight-forward and a little bit—scratch that, a lot of an asshole, so full of himself that it oozed out. Still, that didn’t stop you from climbing into his bed a week into your stay, breaking the one rule you had.

Never fucking sleep with your co-workers.

Look where it got you; fighting an emotionless wall of stone.

He wants you, but he can’t have you. He doesn’t want to see you with other people, but he can’t stake his claim and call you his—but god forbid you so much as consider eyeing another person, someone interested in showing you the attention you wanted, that you deserved. His jealousy is unmatched, the curl in his lip when he sees you across the room around them, the short and fleeting touches they gave to your arm in passing—from your perspective, a simple gesture between friends, but to Javier, it's a threat.

And it wasn’t that he didn’t try to show you attention—Javier was more than that, all-consuming in a way, passionate to a fault. But, he was not a lover type guy.

Still, you were naive enough to think you could change that.

“I’m not doing this anymore,” You spoke strongly, watching the tilt of his head as looks down, burning a cigarette held between his fingers, “whatever this is—we can forget about it.”

“Yeah—I’m sure the others will have a fuckin’ field day when they catch wind,” Murphy let it slip once and it’s been the constant topic of conversation, playful teasing toward you but torture on Peña who likes to keep things private, always, “always eye fucking you across the room.”

“Who cares, Javi?” You ask, feeling like you were talking to a ghost as he refused to look at you. “You don’t give a shit what’s going on here, why should I?”

And it hurts because you do.

It was innocent at first, one hookup that should’ve ended that night. But, one turned into several and eventually you were spending most night at Javier’s apartment to the extent of grabbing dinner on the way there—or, for fucks sake, cooking for the man. You knew that he loved breakfast in the mornings despite his constant refusal to eat it, how he couldn’t focus without his first cup of coffee and why he kept his gun at his bedside and the spare under the mattress.

He’s got scars, faint but visible when you lay against his chest at night—some from childhood, some not, but you wouldn’t know had you not spent the time with him and watched the vulnerability he showed when it was just you, just him after a long, stressful day trying to catch a terrifying monster and the both of you itching to burn off steam.

“You can’t ask me on a date, can’t—jesus—you can’t even look at me, Javier.” He hears the break in your voice, how hard you’re struggling to keep things together.

And you’re fuming, furious, aiming to hit him where it really hurts. You want him to feel. Feel anything.

“You like to play house and let me cook you meals, act like I’m yours when it’s convenient for you.” He twitches at that, slamming the burnt end of the cigarette into the ashtray. It’s the only real sign of emotion he’s shown all morning. “That’s all you care about. Egoísta.” (Selfish)

He slams the ashtray down roughly, ashes flying over the table. You don’t jump or flinch, not at all fazed by his outburst. You saw it too often during work when things fucked up or didn’t go his way. When he did show emotion it was intense and full body.

“I told you,” He says slowly, turning toward you now, “I don’t do this,” He punctuates slowly, fingering wagging between the both of you, “I can’t do—this.”

Clearly.

“Can’t or won’t?”

The difference is staggering, truly. You wanted an answer.

“You tell me you never want me to leave your bed, your apartment, that you want to keep me here forever because there’s nothing that makes you feel this close to home—and you can’t do this?”

He speaks it against your lips almost every night when he’s pulling you into his chest, pressing those soft lips of his against your forehead and kissing you with a tenderness reserved only for you.

Javier never answers, gaze growing more intense by the second, bound to retreat from the situation before emotions boil over—but you beat him to it, grabbing your bag and storming out without a word.

He’s never had to beg you to stay and he doesn’t realize how desperately he’d wished to ask you until a few hours later, a phone call from Steve that has his heart dropping into his stomach, the equal worry in Murphy’s voice as he relays the information.

Steve mumbles your name—hurt, bomb, Escobar written all over it, dead, so many dead.

You’re lucky to still be standing—or rather alive, forced onto a gurney lined in the aisle of some rundown Bogota hospital where the workers were running rampant, clearly on edge and scrambling to save lives.

It was minor compared to what could have been. A small concussion, some lacerations to your face and a nasty gash on your side that required some stitching. It wasn’t anything some pain medication and bandages couldn’t fix, but in that commotion you had lost all of your belongings, undoubtedly damaged beyond repair. You had been in the shopping center ten minutes prior to the explosion and you were shaken, admittedly, wondering why your life had been spared over so many others.

And you always hear about your life flashing before your eyes during a near death experience, never really believing it until it happens—and selfishly, you couldn’t think about anything but Javi.

He was a nasty parasite, the kind that sucked the life and energy out of you, took everything and gave nothing in return. You knew how he was going into things, knew he wouldn’t budge or change his ways.

But still, there was a hope that maybe he would change.

The first thing you manage to do when you find a phone is call the embassy—anyone who would answer and let them know what happened, but they were miles ahead and already fifty feet deep into investigating.

Carillo is the first to ask if you’re okay, not that it matters—but then Murphy is scrambling for the phone, a soft commotion in the background as he argues with the man until he finally lets up and hands it over.

“God, we thought you were dead. Please tell me you’re alright?” Murphy pleads, sounding just as strained and worried as you’d expect, “All your limbs, nothing missing?”

You laugh softly into the phone, the first breath of life back into after what has been a terrible day. It’s already evening, the day has come and gone and the sun is setting without a trace of anyone coming to help.

Not that you expected it—Javier wasn’t the type to get over things easily.

“Yep. Head’s still attached and everything.” And Steve can appreciate your way of coping, adding a bit of lightheartedness to a dark situation. You release a shaky breath, squeezing the plastic tighter until cracks under your grip, “Is there—I mean, they just discharged me, but I don’t have a ride.”

“Javier didn’t pick you up?” Murphy asks, sounding confused. “I told him—he should’ve…”

He trails off, cursing away from the phone as he speaks to someone distantly, “Which hospital are you at?”

You look around for any indication, reading off an unfamiliar name to Steve as he repeats it, scribbling it down on a piece of paper.

“Shit—Javi’s probably clear on the other side of town from you.” Murphy runs a tired hand through his hair, over his face. “They told us they sent everyone to the one here close by the embassy.”

Everyone.

Families searching for their missing—you couldn’t even imagine it.

“He—does Javi think I’m—“

“Shit, I don’t know. He’s been on edge since he got here this morning, we’ve been trying to figure something out, anything—he left a few hours ago when we weren’t getting answers and I just—did something happen?”

“I think I pushed him too far this morning,” You say softly, huddling closer to the wall as the halls become more crowded, louder and suffocating in a way that has your curling around yourself slightly, mindful of the pain in your side, “fuck, maybe this is karma, Steve.”

“Hey, no—don’t say that shit,” He stops you in your tracks, “Javi is…Javi, you can’t predict anything he’s gonna do. Dude’s a fuckin’ brick wall half the time.”

There’s a long moment of silence.

“Steve, I don’t have my phone.” You tell him, “Can you just—call him? Let him know. I need to find a cab or someone willing to drive me back to Bogota if that’s even fucking possible. I don’t even have my wallet or badge with me.”

It’s almost like a divine intervention that you hear Javier on the other end, cutting through the flurry of other voices and busy telephones ringing. He’s wrenching the phone out of Steve’s hand before he can get a word in.

“Querida,” He says soft, voice quivering slightly, “Querida, is that you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will yourself to remember how badly things ended earlier in the day, even if they didn’t feel as important now, they were still important to you.

Emotions were high now, but the fallout could be devastating.

“Yes, I’m—Javi, I’m okay. A little banged up and stuff but I’ll survive,” The silence grows as he absorbs the information, “Look, I need to go. I have to find a ride back to town.”

“Don’t move,” He says briskly, suddenly, “Fuck—I mean stay there, no te vayas. I’m coming for you.” (Do not go)

The line cuts before you have a chance to reply.

You love how well he sticks out in a crowd despite how he likes to blend in and not draw attention to himself, but he’s all tanned skin and shiny with a layer of sweat that tells you he probably ran a few blocks to get here.

You did wait, even if it was closer to a half hour before there was any sign of him, despite how upset you still were, you waited.

Of course you did.

His eyes dart around nervously before they land on you, tucked away in a corner as you cradle your side and he’s barreling toward you, scooping you up before you can protest. The small squeak you release has him pulling back like someone stabbed him with a hot brand, brows furrowed with worry.

“My side,” You mumble, shifting his hand away from the wound, watching as it falls helpless to his side again, his gaze lingering over your body, face, seeing the amount of damage you took, “hey—I’m fine, all things considered.”

Javier blinks slowly, rubbing around the side of your jaw, careful of the small bandage covering a nasty cut, that familiar pout growing on his lips. You saw it earlier, but the implication was different.

This wasn’t anger. It was worry.

“Mi amor,” He murmurs, oblivious to the commotion around you both as he looks at you, almost straight through you, “fuck—I’m so sorry.”

You breathe through your nose deeply, shaking your head as you grip his wrist for leverage, pulling him alongside you until you’re outside, away from the crowd of people and alone.

“No, I’m sorry.”

And for once, Javier is surprised.

He knows you always have a comeback poised on your tongue, the will to fight and work through any argument that surfaces, but this is defeat. It’s clear as day on your face in the way it falls, eyes softened to the point of near tears and your cheek covered in a dark bruise that makes his chest hurt.

“I don’t know why I’m forcing you to answer to something you don’t want,” That something in question was you, but it didn’t matter, “maybe we let things drag on too long. I was just—happy, I liked it. I shouldn’t have expected anything from you since you were clear from the beginning.”

Even with Javier being the first to cross the lines he drew himself, asking you to stay that one night and never going back, making mistake after mistake until it stopped feeling wrong and started to seem, well, normal. But, here you were, taking the blame like he had no wrongdoing in any of this.

“Bebita, no.” His voice is low, thumb rubbing a tender spot in the side of your neck, a soft touch that massages the ache in your muscles, head tilting into the touch as you look at him. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Oh, the irony.

“Now look at you,” He says, scanning over your face briefly, “consumes mi mente, nena.” (You consume my mind, baby)

“I can’t do halfway anymore, Javi.” It’s pure honesty, fingers finding his wrist as they wrap around delicate, using his touch as an anchor. “I need all of you.”

“Then have it,” Javier says mindlessly, without thinking and speaking instinct—it’s real, you can see it in the way his eyes widen and soften in the same instance, that pleasing look that entraps you, “tómalo.” (Take it)

The tears that sting your eyes don’t fall, but they rise, blinking rapidly to will them away and force yourself to keep composed despite hearing those words, knowing how deeply he meant them.

“Fuck, I’ll marry you if that proves anything to you, querida.” He’s being over-dramatic, but it has your insides fluttering like wildfire, “I should’ve never let you leave this morning.”

But, he was scared. Terrified of how deeply he felt for you.

“There’s so much you don’t know,” Javier explains, “so much I need to tell you but I don’t want to scare you away.”

As if he could.

“Javi, I’m with you.” You tell him steadily, “I always have been.”

Javier laughs through a sigh, breathing through his nose as he smiles for the first time that day.

“We can talk. We will.” Javier nods assuredly, “But, I want to get you home first.”

Home. He means his apartment, but it comes out that way without realizing.

He’s tender when he helps you shower, cleans your wounds up with what little first aid he has, but he manages, helping you dress in what has to be the most vulnerable moment you’ve had since meeting him.

Javier holds you for a long while after that, curled up in his lap on the sofa as he smokes away with his head leaned against the back of the cushion, rubbing a hand over your thigh softly.

“Hermosa?”

You’re nearly asleep by then, rousing with a small hum.

“After all of this,” He trails on, “when we put Escobar away and this shit is done,” He pauses, taking a short drag from the cigarette and blowing it out into the air, “I want you to come back with me.”

“To Texas?”

He nods, squeezing your leg for reassurance.

“I'm terrified of losing you here, but home—I would never let you out of my sight, I could keep you close.”

His trepidation will always be his downfall, but he knows he can’t let you go anymore. He needs you here, he’ll need you after.

“Anywhere you want, Javi. I’ll follow.”

He doesn’t have any reason not to believe you.

“Buena.” (Good.)

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

#javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena x y/n #javier pena #narcos x reader #narcos #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pas #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #my writing

[manias-wordcount]

Just followed hope your year is going awesomely!

I was just wondering if ur requests are open that could write something about either Touya Todoroki (dabi) , Katsuki Bakugo, or Spike Spiegel finding out their girlfriend has never even had a boyfriend or even held hands before?

If you don’t feel up to it then whats your favorite dessert? Haha

First Boyfriend HCs (Touya Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Spike Spiegel)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Dabi/Touya Todorok

Dabi is gonna make it weird 1000%

Not weird weird but he’s gonna poke fun at you and make a bunch of jokes and tease you about how you’ve never had a boyfriend before

Might even brag to some of his friends that you were probably saving yourself for him so you know what it’s like to have a real boyfriend or something cringe like that

But deep down he’s a messy mix of feeling both terrified he gonna mess up your dating life forever and amazed that he truly has a chance at being Touya again

On one hand, he knows he’s not the type of guy who can show you what a good relationship is like- something very important for your first

He can’t take you on dates as you deserve, you can never be seen with him out in public, and sometimes he’s gotta go no contact with you for days at a time

On the other hand, he gets to be someone else around you because you’re a clean slate for him

He grew up trying to fit the mold his father created for him so to have the chance to really start new with someone who doesn’t have preset expectations of him? He’s gonna take advantage of that

Given his lifestyle now, you’re not the type of girl Dabi would usually go for. But you’d be everything Touya wants if Touya could be as free as Dabi is

So he’ll be weird about it at first

But that’s because in his own weird messy dabi way, he’s gonna try his best for you

And he absolutely will not be the perfect first boyfriend

He won’t even be the perfect boyfriend (especially considering he’s like wanted for terrorism and stuff)

But in his own fucked up way, with many many many mistakes, he’s gonna try to give you the relationship you deserve

And the relationship Touya would have always wanted if he didn’t grow up to be to be Dabi

Katsuki Bakugo

Chances are he has held hands with a girl before

But he because of his personality?

Yeah this boy has been single as mf except for a couple of kindergarten girlfriends

So he’ll probably act like it’s a big deal that he’s your first boyfriend because you’re with the best of the best and he’s gonna be this hotshot hero one day that will protect you

But on the inside, he’s freaking out a bit and googling shit on what girls like and how to keep a girlfriend happy

Though despite his less-than-stellar personality, he does a really good job at being your first boyfriend

But you’re both young so does it really matter that much?? Not really WHAHAH

Of course, he has his moments where is ego gets in the way and he’s too brash

But he listens to you and he takes it as slow and as gentle as you both want it to be

He still has his moments where he’s way too blunt but with enough Wiki-How-To’s (and advice from his parents) he becomes way better at knowing when he’s being too much

And knowing that he actually has to dial back his personality sometimes

Eventually, he admits to you (with much difficulty) that you’re his first girlfriend 

But that only pushes you to try to do your own research and learn how to be a good girlfriend for his sake since you both lack experience!

All in all, you both make a good couple

And you make a good Bakugou handler

Spike Spiegel

Spike is way way way more used to women with experience so you’re a change of pace

In fact, he was still having the occasional one-night stand when he met you

So you’re aware of the experience gap between the two of you

But he wasn’t until you said something  WHAHAHAH

Though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to playing doting, enamored boyfriend for

Seriously

Being “with” Julia taught him that if he loves a woman enough, he’ll keep his sights on her and her alone

But being with you taught him that if he loves a woman enough, he will do anything for her. 

Literally anything (get ready to be spoiled rotten by the broken boy in the galaxy)

So he won’t really care that you aren’t as experienced as he is

But he’ll keep it in mind

He’ll make sure he takes everything at your pace and he won’t ever treat you the same way he ever treated his one-night stands

And even though it’s hard, he gets a bit better at being transparent and communicating with you

And he becomes way, way, way softer with you than Jet thought he was ever capable of

But you make him happy so first boyfriend or not, he’s just glad he has you <3

#touya todoroki #dabi #katsuki bakugo #spike spiegel #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #spike spiegel x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha #mha x reader #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfic #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero #boku no hero fanfiction #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero x reader #my hero #my hero x reader

[takerfoxx]

Okay.

I don't often gush about movies on this blog. Hell, I don't often go to the movies anymore. I just don't have the attention span for it. And I honestly was going to give this one a miss until someone who's opinion I trust was adamant that I needed to see this film right now on the biggest screen possible while I still had the chance. So, FOMO out won over, and I went to go see Godzilla Minus One in Imax.

...

Look, I've been a Godzilla fan practically all my life. My family used to rent those old english dubs of the films on VHS from Blockbuster in the early nineties. I grew up with these monsters. But I have to admit, I've never seen the original, nor have I seen Shin Godzilla. To me, Godzilla is about one thing and one thing only.

Fuck.

Yeah.

Gimme the big monsters just going HAM on each other. Rubber suits, CGI, I don't care! I want the big boys with beef to beef with a large side of cheese!

I guess that's why Godzilla 2014 ultimately left me feeling kind of cold while I absolutely loved KOTM despite how stupid a lot of it was. I just want my big monsters absolutely wrecking shit.

This was different. I knew it was going to be different. A remake of the original Godzilla, this time from the viewpoint of the common citizens still trying to get their lives together after WW2? I knew I was in for some heavy drama.

What I didn't expect was one of the most amazing theater experience I have ever had.

And I'm not just saying that because the movie is good, even though it is.

I'm not just saying that because the movie is great, even though it is.

I'm not just saying that because it's a goddamn masterpiece, even though it is.

I'm saying that because it's about as close to perfect of a film as you can get, and not just of a Godzilla movie, but just as a movie!

Like, it's a running joke that you can cut the human characters out of any Godzilla movie. Here, you could cut Godzilla out and still have a great movie. That's how good the human side of things was.

Like, you really grow attached to these people who have literally lost everything. You grow invested in their struggles, in their relationships, in their baggage, in their love for one another. You come to care about them and are genuinely happy as they eke out a new life after having their homes literally blown to bits. You just want to see them succeed and be happy together.

And that's when Godzilla shows up.

This movie is called Godzilla Minus One in reference to how post-war Japan was basically a Zero Society, left devastated by the conflict. And these people who literally were left with nothing suddenly find even that ripped away as an enormous monster just starts rampaging through the recovering cities.

And this time, Godzilla isn't an avenging hero. He's not a destructive anti-hero. He's not a fun mascot. He's not even a poor, suffering monster unaware of the destruction that he's wreaking. This Godzilla is goddamn menace, an outright monster that is absolutely terrifying. He wants to crush, kill, and destroy. This is Godzilla at his most actively malicious, and all you can do is gape up in horror with these people that you've come to care so much about, wondering how in the hell are they supposed to deal with this!

I won't give away how the day is eventually saved, only to say that it is a masterclass of character-driven suspense and emotion. You honestly come to root for the humans for once. You want to see them succeed, and are genuinely in fear for their lives. No exaggeration, I had my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes all throughout the climax. I don't cry during movies, and this movie made me sob like a baby. It was that good.

And it also had so much to say! Not only about Japan's collective trauma following the nuclear bombs or the other bombing raids like the original, but also about how the Japanese government dehumanized its own people during the war, treating them as expendable resources to fuel the war machine. The main character is a freaking kamikaze pilot who lost his nerve and abandoned his mission, and that plus another act of what he saw as cowardice haunts him throughout the movie, and while it realistically shows how such a person would be treated like a pariah by his former friends and neighbors, it is nothing but sympathetic toward him. He blames himself constantly, but the narrative never seems to.

And there's just this wonderful moment near the end, when it's clear that the government isn't coming to the rescue, so it's up to the common man to band together and find a solution, when a few men leave the mission for fear of their lives and that of their families, and are not condemned for it. And the scientist spearheading the whole thing gives this lovely little speech about how carelessly life has been treated during the war, from the kamikazes to the poorly maintained supply chains to how the common folk were left to fend for themselves, and he hopes to just once be able to secure a win that doesn't sacrifice any more lives. Wow.

I know it's probably too late for anyone else to see it, because I'm pretty sure it's theatrical run ends today. I just wanted to get this review off my chest, because wow, this was the best movie I've seen all year. What a goddamn masterpiece.

#godzilla minus one

[slamminslamminmcgill]

How would Saul and Lalo react if reader had no experience with head😳 I imagine they’d coach them through it but ahhhhhh my brain can’t even handle the thought of all the praise

CUUUUUUUTE 🥺🥺🥺

Saul

"Ow! Watch the teeth, kid!"

You pulled your mouth off immediately once you heard Saul hiss in pain. "Oh, shit! Sorry! Are you okay?"

Saul smoothed your hair as he collected himself. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good, no worries. Just, uh... just open your mouth a bit more, I guess? And maybe, like, keep your tongue over your bottom teeth. Covers the chompers, ya get me?"

You took a quick catch breath and accepted the criticism in stride. "Okay, I can do that. So, uh... was I doing okay otherwise?"

"Oh yeah! I mean, for your first time, not bad! I'm impressed, actually. Suckin' dick is harder than it looks..." He smiled, then backtracked immediately once he realized how gay that sounded, as if having another man sucking his dick somehow wasn't gay, "...so I'm told."

You snickered and went back to work, starting by pressing a few wet kisses to his balls. When you did that, you could feel him tense up and whimper, louder than he had been the whole time. Oh? That seemed to be a weakness of his. You'd have to come back to that. You licked up the length of his cock and gave it a few pumps with your hand before you took him back in, taking his advice to heart. It seemed to be working, if his noises of pleasure were any indication.

"Oh, that's it..." He sighed, gently patting your hair. "That's my boy... That's MUCH better..."

You pulled your lips off him and spit on his tip. From there, you spread your saliva down his shaft and lowered yourself back down to his balls. You wanted to test your theory and see if that really was his weakness. Sure enough, he started whining and singing your praise once you ran your tongue across them.

"Oh! Oh my god, yes! Yes!" He panted, "God, fuck, kid, you're..." You took one into your mouth and gently sucked on it. "Ngh! Ohhh, you're gonna be the death of me..."

Lalo

This was terrifying.

You could feel Lalo staring down at you, almost evaluating you. He was quiet. Eerily quiet. Shouldn't he be like moaning or something? Oh god, were you boring him? You totally were, weren't you? The thoughts raced in your head until his deep voice drew them to a halt.

"You don't have to be so nice, y'know."

You froze and looked up at him in confusion, your mouth still full of cock. "Hmm?"

Lalo chuckled and nudged you off him. "I mean you're being too careful, baby. You nervous or something? It's not gonna bite you, sweetheart."

You drew your eyes away from him and sighed. "Well, I mean... kinda... I've never really done this before..."

Lalo cupped your face in his hands and gave you some words of encouragement. "Really? Well, for a first-timer, you're doing alright. You want some help?"

Help? What, was he gonna suck himself off? Give you a demonstration? You answered hesitantly. "Wh... What do you mean?"

Lalo smiled and caressed your cheek. "Well, for starters, don't be afraid to get messy. Like, the wetter the better, y'know? And don't worry about making it pretty. You're cute either way. I'll enjoy the show."

You blushed and laughed nervously. "I... Yeah, okay... So like... be messy?"

"Yeah! Really messy. And take it deeper, if you can. If you gag, you'll actually make more spit and it lubes it up for you." Lalo ran his fingers through your hair and held his cock against your lips. "Do you want me to show you?"

You could tell what was coming. You were staring it right in the face, and you liked what you saw. "I... Yeah... Not too crazy though, alright?"

Lalo chuckled again. "Of course. Just relax."

Apparently, he must have had a different definition of crazy, because you were thoroughly unprepared for him to start. He knotted his fingers in your hair and used your mouth to jerk himself off, hard, fast, and relentless. He forced you down to the base and held you there as you gagged. He seemed to be enjoying himself, throwing his head back and cursing under his breath as you drenched his cock in drool.

"Oh, eso es. Está bien, cariño... Carajo, tu boca de puta me siente tan bueno... (Oh, that's it... That's good, sweetheart... Goddamn, your whore mouth feels so good.)" He pulled you off him and let you breathe after coughing up more spit. He laughed at the sight of you. "There you go! Good boy! Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

#anon #ask #better call saul #bcs #better call saul x reader #better call saul smut #better call saul imagine #bcs x reader #better call saul headcanons #better call saul hcs #brba #breaking bad #brba x reader #breaking bad hcs #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad imagine #breaking bad headcanons #breaking bad smut #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca smut #lalo salamanca headcanons #lalo salamanca imagine #lalo salamanca hcs #saul goodman #saul goodman headcanons #saul goodman imagine #saul goodman x reader #saul goodman smut #saul goodman hcs

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Here I Go Again

Pairing: EddieMunsonxFemReader

Summary: You've been burned in the past. You swore you weren't going to let another guy into your heart. So, when you met Eddie, you kept pushing off sex, hoping to keep yourself safe. But the other night, you broke. How could you not? The morning after, his friends whooped and hollered, having heard you, and you panicked and ran off. Why? Because you know it's way too late and you're in deep with him. He has the complete ability to break you so you've been avoiding him. But Eddie isn't having it and shows up at your place.

Warnings: 18+, oral sex, penetration

This is an excerpt from a book I wrote on Wattpad and AO3 called 'Nobody's Fool.' I adjusted it to be a POV reader.

You sat on your couch, still in your pajamas, wrapped in a blanket with your third cup of coffee even though it was one in the afternoon. You didn’t have to be at work until six and you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to get up and do anything. You sighed, throwing the book you were trying to read on the coffee table. It was no use. You had tried since you had woken up to get your mind to focus on anything that wasn’t Eddie, but you were failing miserably. 

“Shit,” you muttered, flopping back on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and holding it to your face as you let out a scream of frustration. 

Eddie wouldn’t get the hell out of your mind and you desperately wanted him to. You couldn’t handle all of this. You kept picturing last night, his hands on your body, his mouth setting you on fire. The feel of him inside you, nothing in your life had ever felt more perfect, more right. It felt like your bodies had been created for each other. 

You were no virgin. You had been with a handful of men in your life, and you had experienced what you considered great sex, but nothing had ever been like that. If sex with your ex had been great, then sex with Eddie was like a religious experience. You felt like you had been taken to a higher plane of existence. Your body had never reacted to another man like it had to him. 

The problem was what had begun as something you thought could be casual and fun was quickly becoming anything but. It wasn’t just your body that he had control of. He was taking a hold of your heart as well and you weren't sure if you could ever get it back safely and that terrified you. You knew you'd never survive it.

You had been an absolute wreck after your ex. You had barely functioned for two weeks. If it hadn’t been for your best friend kicking you in your ass, you knew you would have lost your job. He had looked right at you and said the words you dreaded the most, you just weren't enough. You were enough as a girlfriend but you weren't enough to keep him satisfied. He needed more. He needed something different to keep him happy.

Maybe your bestie was right. Maybe you had chosen badly. Maybe you leapt into your ex, giving him all of you, because you so desperately wanted someone to love you. Was that what you were doing with Eddie? Were you imagining this was more than it was because you just wanted to be enough for someone? You just wanted someone to decide you were worth it?

God, you were so pathetic. Were you really that fucking desperate? You needed to get a grip. Sighing, you stood up and walked to the kitchen, setting your mug in the sink. You opened the fridge, pulling out the eggs when there was a knock on the door. 

“Of course,” you muttered, walking over and opening the door. You expected it to be the mailman with a package or something, but instead, there stood Eddie and you wished the ground would just open up beneath you and swallow you whole. There you stood, in your pjs covered in images of donuts with a severe case of bedhead. 

“Hey,” Eddie said, looking you up and down with a grin. “Love the pjs.”

“Yeah, these are my delicious donut jammies,” you responded, wanting to smack yourself for how stupid you sounded. Really? Your delicious donut jammies? Jesus Christ, this man got you all tongue tied. You ran your hands over your hair to try to smooth it down. “I mean, well, donuts are pretty much my favorite food of all time.”

“Duly noted,” he nodded with a smile. “Next time I will come bearing donuts.”

“Right,” you mumbled, “so, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” you stammered, backing up and gesturing for him to enter. You closed the door, finding he had barely moved when you turned, almost running into him. You staggered, feeling like you couldn’t find your balance. He grabbed your arms, steadying you and you sucked in a breath, your skin scorching where his hands rested. 

Jesus, keep it together, you chided herself. Why was he making you so damn nervous? You pulled your arms back, moving to the kitchen and around the table, needing a physical barrier between you right now. You felt like you were on the urge of cracking apart, breaking into a million pieces all over the floor. You couldn’t think rationally when he was anywhere near you.

“So, why are you here?” you asked.

“You said you’d call, but you never did,” Eddie said, leaning on the counter. 

“I mean, it’s only been a day,” you laughed forcefully, opening the egg carton. You reached into the cupboard to get a bowl. 

“Yeah, but after what happened, I just thought that we should talk.”

“Talk about what?” you asked, keeping your back to him as you cracked two eggs into the bowl and began whisking them with a fork. 

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you stated, grabbing the milk to add a dash to your eggs before adding some salt and pepper. “We’re two adults. We had sex. It’s not a big deal. It’s not like it was the first time for either of us. I mean, what, are we supposed to have some deep, heartfelt conversation about what it meant? It was just sex.”

“So, what we did was no big deal for you?” he asked.

“No, it’s not like it’s something I’ve never done before. You’re certainly not my first. Sorry to disappoint you if you thought that,” you insisted, whisking the eggs forcefully. 

Two hands came from behind you, sliding along your sides, gently taking the fork and bowl and setting them down on the counter. Those same hands then grabbed your shoulders and spun you around, pushing you against the counter, his body pressing into yours. 

“I think your eggs might need a little break,” he whispered, his lips a mere breath from hers. 

“I like my eyes extra fluffy,” you responded, your voice breathy as you struggled to control the sensations racing through your body at the closeness of him. 

“Mmm…well, I haven’t eaten today and you look extra delicious,” he growled, pulling at your pajama top. Your legs were threatening to give out from under you. His lips ran across your cheek to your ear, your whole body trembling as he whispered, “but if it wasn’t a big deal.”

Then he pulled back and walked across the kitchen. He leaned against the table, propping one foot over the other and stared you down. You couldn’t find your center of gravity. You were tilting, completely losing all sense of balance. Son of a bitch. This guy knew exactly what he was doing and he appeared to be enjoying it. 

“You want to talk now?” he asked. “Because from what I just felt, what we did wasn’t just nothing to you.”

“Fine,” you sighed, shaking your shoulders, trying to calm your body down after he had gotten it all worked up. It was proving to be easier said than done.

“Look, I’m sorry about the guys. They can be idiots,” he said. “They shouldn’t have done that.”

“I don’t care,” you lied, waving your hands.

“You do care,” he sighed, shaking his hands in your direction in frustration. “Can you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Pretending like you don’t care. Lying all the time. Acting like nothing is ever a big deal,” Eddie stated. “It was a big deal. I mean, I hope last night was a big deal for you because it sure as hell was for me. Contrary to what you might think about me, I don’t do that with any girl who walks in front of me.”

“Really? Because the condoms on your bedside table would say otherwise,” you snapped.

Eddie lifted his eyebrows. “Gareth left those on my nightstand. He picked them up for me after we got together and if you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most organized person. I just never put them in my drawer. No, I’m no virgin and yes, I usually do have condoms just in case but I don’t sleep with just anybody. I’m not that guy.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you breathed, bringing your hand to your forehead. “Between them whooping and the condoms just sitting and everything was just…it was all too much. I didn’t think last night  really mattered to you.”

“Of course it mattered to me!” he exclaimed. “Jesus Christ, can you not feel how much you mean to me? How much I like you? How much I want you? We’ve been seeing each other for a month. Haven’t you realized that I’m not just another dickhead who was looking to lay you yet? Last night was amazing. It was perfect. You can keep running away all you want but I am going to keep chasing you.”

You sucked in a breath, his words hitting your heart like an arrow and you wished you could deflect it but you couldn’t. You were going under, no life vest, no raft, no one to pull you from the swirling waves. You were sinking into the depths and no matter how you flailed your arms and legs, you couldn’t find the surface. 

“Sweetheart?” he asked.

You flew across the room, pressing your lips against his, your hands tangling in his dark brown waves. He wrapped his arms around you, crushing you against him. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to show him how amazing he was. You wanted him to know that you desired him just as much as he desired you. You dropped to your knees, working at the button on his jeans. 

“What are you…”

“Shh,” you said, smiling up at him. “Let me show you just how much I want you.”

You pushed his jeans down to his ankles and then grabbed his boxers, pulling them down until his cock was free, springing loose in front of your face. Jesus, even that was beautiful. Was there nothing about this man that wasn’t fucking perfect? 

You took the base of him in your hand as you wrapped your lips around him, your tongue moving along the ridge underneath before making figure eights on the tip. His flesh was so soft while also being so rigid. You sucked on the tip, your tongue playing along it. Your hand moved in half circles around him. 

“Oh my god…” Eddie groaned, bracing himself on the table with both hands. You glanced up at him, his back arched, hands gripping the table, his hair cascading down his shoulders, and he looked so goddamn beautiful.

You slowly took all of him into your mouth, feeling the tip of him hitting the back of your throat and he softly growled, reaching to grab the back of your head, his fingers gripping your hair. The soft tug on your hair, along with his sounds of pleasure only spurred you on. You had never been so turned on by giving a man head before. It was so satisfying to know how much pleasure you could provide him. 

You could feel your panties growing damp as he bucked his hips, sending himself farther into your mouth. You moved your hands in a circular motion around the shaft as you pumped the length of him in and out of your mouth. You slid one hand down to cradle his balls, rolling them around in your palm before tugging them gently down.

“Jesus…baby…”

Suddenly, you were being lifted and laid down on the tabletop. Eddie gripped your pajama bottoms, yanking them roughly down your legs, followed by your underwear. You looked up at him, seeing nothing but sheer desire staring back at you and you thought you would explode with the desire that raged through your body. 

“I need to be inside you,” he growled. “Shit! I don’t…I don’t have anything.”

“I’m on the pill,” you said. 

That was all he needed to hear. He grabbed his cock, placing it at your entrance, teasing you by sliding it up and down. The shaft rubbed over your clit and you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist, needing him to consume you in the worst way. Then he was inside you again, filling you in a way you never knew you needed until him. His head dropped, his hair falling over his face. 

“Holy shit…” he moaned, “I had no idea you could feel even better.”

Without the rubber between you, the sensations were only heightened that much more. You fell back, your hair draping over the side of the table, gripping the edges until your knuckles turned white as he pounded into you again and again, the table inching across the floor with each thrust. 

Eddie roughly grabbed your pajama top, shoving it up to your chin to give him access to your breasts. His mouth fell upon them, lavishing one and then the other with his tongue. He took your nipple in his mouth, gently biting and you shrieked, gripping the back of his head. 

“Eddie! Oh shit! That’s so good!”

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you up, holding you so tightly against him that your bodies felt like one, his movements becoming even more frenzied. You gripped his back, your nails digging into the flesh and he groaned against your neck, “Fuck baby, yes,” before latching onto the skin there, sucking it until it hurt. But god, the pain felt so damn good.

“Fuck…don’t stop…oh shit…” you moaned.

You screamed as your orgasm tore through you, every muscle shuddering at the sweet release. Eddie continued to thrust through it and then you felt as his orgasm hit, filling her completely. 

Eddie sank to the floor, pulling you with him. You sat in his lap, him still inside you, your head collapsing on his shoulder, his arms still holding you tightly. 

“Sweet mother of god…” you gasped. 

“Yeah…what you said,” he responded, his chest heaving. 

“Shit,” you laughed, looking up at the table. It was all the way across the room, almost to the door. 

Eddie laughed. “We’ll get it later. Right now, I am thinking about a shower. How about you?”

“I could use a shower.”

“Good, because I am also thinking that I told you how delicious you look, but I didn’t get my breakfast yet,” he said, a wicked grin on his face. He grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder, heading toward the bathroom.

#eddie munson #eddie the banished #stranger things eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic

[mightbesmall]

He's Escaped!!

Requested: Hi hi!! I was wondering if you could do Octavilline (however the hell you spell it) with a Male child reader (platonic obvi) reader just a chaotic little gremlin that gets into things he isn’t suppose to and somehow has made a little ‘hide out’ in the ‘rafters’ or ‘attic’ of the dorm. Idk just a little gremlins mc stealing and causing chaos around school and then hiding in the ocean dorm sounds fun :3 Ofc you don’t have to! Love your writings btw <3

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Characters: Azul, Jade, Floyd

Warnings: ....you know I had to do it....MC has an angsty past...daddy issues...and is scared of...BONDS!!! Kay bye love you😜

Summary: Small gremlin child in the attic, what will he do?

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”WHERE DID HE GO?!” It was an average Tuesday in Octavinelle dorm. It was a wonder when Crowley dumped this literal child on their doorstep, saying some bullshit like “The dark mirror summoned him and thus I shall be busy trying to get him home along with the prefect! Woe is me! Anyways y’all look after him yeah? Okay byeeee” and dropped the kid and left. 

Azul is quite terrible with children, does not like them one bit (the trauma probably) so he thought that this boy would be a lot of trouble. He was of course right. [Name] was a little gremlin and is not allowed within 5 feet near Floyd as those two will get ideas. The amount of heart attacks this kid has given him-

Jade is also not good with children for completely different reasons. He would give the child poisonous plants to hold, mushrooms to eat and just let the kid roam free in the woods because he found it funny. He is more skilled with keeping the kid in check though, experience with Floyd and all.

Floyd is fucking shit with kids. He would let the kid hold a knife or whatever sharp, pointy object he finds. They would be best friends, Floyd will teach him how to squeeze the little minnows and then the child will now be squeezing poor, unsuspecting students. Floyd almost shed a tear in pride! The monster trio of Octavinelle: Floyd, Jade and [Name] all equally terrifying. 

With that in mind…

”I DON’T KNOW! HE WAS JUST HERE!!” The child escaped timeout. The mafia had to read up on books about parenting unless they would like the kid to die, Azul became an exasperated father whilst Jade was that one sassy aunt who talks shit about everyone and Floyd was that fresh out of jail, but still cool, uncle. 

Said child, was hiding in his little hide out in the attic kid the dorm. No one has found it yet and he intends to keep it that way. He doesn’t want to go to timeout again! (But he will not end his reign of destruction either.)

He finds the three of them odd (octotrio), they seem to care for him. His dad said he cared for him but he just hurt him, not physically but he always said mean things and stuff! He doesn’t want that kind of pain again, so he tried to distant himself from everyone. Anyone who showed him kindness is immediately suspicious as anyone who did in the past always hurt him!

Azul, Jade and Floyd weren’t the nicest people but they were…kind… to him. They were growing on him and that scared him, he doesn’t want to rely on anyone!

”Heyyy Little Eel~~ are you here?” Floyd’s voice drawled, oh no he found him! Soon he saw his head and then his torso. 

“There you are! What are you doing up here?” Floyd said, rather cheerily. He had a smile on his face whilst waving at the child.

”None of your business!” The kid snapped, he was a bit upset about his hideout being found. Floyd didn’t pay his tone any mind and just looked around.

”Oh nice place you’ve got here Little Eel!”

Floyd calls him little eel as he is one of them now so it only makes sense he’s an eel as well!

Azul disagrees

The child huffed and grumbled.

”Thanks…”

Floyd’s smile widened and he scooped the kid up into his arms.

”I’ve got to take ya back now Little Eel but don’t worry! I won’t tell anyone about this place!” The kid wasn’t sure if he could believe that.

”Fiiine!”

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”Oh great seven! Where were you?! I was so worried!” Azul was currently acting like a mother hen, completely out of character but he was so fucking worried! This time the kid escaped to another dorm, Heartslabyul to be precise. He had a new toy (courtesy of Jade) and wanted to test it out, on some students. It was like a rocket launcher but instead of rockets, it shoots mushrooms. What you think Jade was responsible? Hell no! He wanted to have some fun as well!

”He was in Goldfishie’s dorm!” Floyd piped up helpfully.

”IN HEARTSLABYUL-“ He took a massive fucking breath to calm his raging nerves.

”Now what were you doing there?” Azul asked calmly.

”I was shooting some wannabe mages with my Shroom Launcher!” He said rather proudly. Azul’s eye twitched as he gave a pointed look towards Jade who only smiled. Fucker.

”You can’t quite shoot at the students Little Fry.” He lightly scolded, he wouldn’t dare dwell on the small feeling of pride welling up at the thought he gave Riddle trouble though.

“Bleh.” The child just stuck his tongue out but he seemed to listen. That was progress, Azul thought.

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"Oh my, how devious." Jade said with not so hidden amusement, as he watched the young boy scale the wall by the Scarabia mirror. He heard about what that Jamil tried to do to Azul so he's going to prank him, not out of concern about the octomer's well being or anything! 

With one last pull, the child hauled himself right over the mirror, ready to attack. Jade just couldn't help his snickering whilst hiding in the shadows, he really does enable this child too much.

When Jamil walked through the mirror he did not expect to be drenched head to toe in azul-blue paint. He was dumbfounded. The child just cackled in delight, giving a shit eating grin when the vice made eye contact with him, a deadpan stare on his face. Eventually Jamil left, in a more sour mood than he'd like to admit.

"Heheh, that was rather amusing Littler Elver. Shall we go gather some mushrooms?" The child turned to him with excitement.

"To fill up the Shroom Launcher?"

"Indeed."

This motherfuker was a terrible influence...

He was alone now... Floyd had fulfilled his promise and not said a word about his base. He strolled to his stash, it consisted of the little trinkets he stole from other students.

List of stolen objects:

a comb

silver fork

hair ties

signed autograph of Neige LeBlanche

10,003 madols

quill

a car engine

shit ton of random scraps of metal

shoe polish

pufferfish poison 

Advanced Book of Potions and Poisons by Gothelle

suspiciously glowing flower

a tin of needles and sewing shit

grilled cheese sandwich

Vil's entire collection of skincare products

files on all students on campus

full set of kitchen knives

blackmail on Crowley

Leona's will to live

And much more, people pay quite a bit for his collection. Ramshackle Prefect is broke as fuck BUT they have made a deal so he guesses he doesn't have to worry about that much.

Now he is getting ready for another "hunt" we'll call it, he has located his new victim. The guy with horns looks promising but Comrade Yuu advised against stealing the Tamagotchi from him. Instead the child redirected his attention to the obnoxious green haired male. Oh yeah this will be easy. Comrade Ruggie mentioned about needing some food and Comrade Yuu needs money to pay of student debts as well as live in the world they were thrown into, so with his target selected, the child waited for the time to pounce.

...

"MY WALLET!! IT'S MISSING!!!"

"Sebek calm down! We'll find it."

"I APPRECIATE YOUR KINDNESS LILIA-SAMA!!!!!"

What an easy target.

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #octavinelle #male reader #reader insert #reader is a child #so this is platonic #reader is a menace to society #and a constant headache to riddle #jamil gets pranked #light angst #fluff #brrr’s writing

[anonymous-dentist]

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!

ohhh my god you have no idea how much this fic means to me. it's literally what made me fall into the qsmp fandom as a whole, so it holds a special place in my heart :')

there's a surprisingly low amount of f!cell/c!roier fics, and I'm so glad Bad Romance exists, because in my mind it's the most accurate portrayal of how their relationship would've been. fucked up, messy, but genuinely in love. they're different from the "original" guapoduo, but their feelings aren't! I love it! oh, and I adore how br!cell shows his affection and care towards roier - it's subtle, almost unnoticeable (because, as much br!roier likes to say "oh he's absolutely in love with me fr", when it actually comes to cell being worried or caring about roier's wellbeing, it slips past the narrative somehow - "he's angry at me, he's annoyed with me, I'm being a burden" - almost as if roier doesn't recognise the signs of someone loving and caring for him because he never actually got to experience this before, huh) so, yeah, I'm Very Normal about their personalities and these little details, it's genius, holy shit

this final chapter had me giggling and kicking my feet excitedly over every single interaction between roier and cell, their awkwardness was adorable! and the way you've implemented canon lore in their universe was incredible and terrifying at the same time, I kinda wish you were writing some of the actual qsmp lore at this point lmfao (looking at you, qsmp federation streams)

anyway, apologies for the long message, and thank you for creating this absolute banger of a fic! it's phenomenal and I won't be able to stop thinking about it for the next few months :) <3

Like I went into this fic and its prequel not having seen any of Chafaland outside of a few clips I saw on Twitter, but even then I could tell that cRoier doesn’t actually know what love feels like, not in the usual way. He’s got this weird concept around it kinda like how people worship celebrities: he treats love like a twitter stan would, and he wouldn’t recognize actual love if it was right in front of him because any actual love he felt for Natalan was never returned. He can’t see love for what it is because he sees love the way he does. If Cell isn’t acting like a total obsessed freak towards him the way Roier acts towards him, then Roier genuinely can’t see that as love. He sees it as a start towards love, maybe, but nothing real. Not yet. Hence why, even in the end when we the audience can see that Cell’s down BAD for this crazy little guy, Roier’s like “he’s still learning to love omg he’ll love me soon!” like my MAN! He already loves you!

#asks! #anon!

[snarkythewoecrow]

is my will weak? am I posting another out-of-context snippet from my ever growing mpreg!Buck fic? yeah, I can't help it. I love this one and it's gonna be a long haul to the finish line (probably closer to 100k than 50k) and I just need all the cheering and excitement I can get, and it's gonna be such a ride, the hurt/comfort and angst, the emotional whiplash, the softness, and the enemy to lovers!

Anyway, this snippet is of Bobby and Athena just being the best, and I adore them both

“Is it safe to assume you brought him home with you?” Bobby asked, holding his coffee to the side so he could lean in and kiss his wife.

It might be late, but in his line of work, coffee became an all occasion and any time of day beverage.

Her lips quirked upward against his as she hummed. “Like you needed to ask.”

Of course, he didn’t. It was in her nature—family and pack were paramount in Athena’s life, as they should be, and when it came to Buck, there was no questioning his place with them.

He chuckled, pecked her lips again, then went to sit with his coffee on the chair beside her. “So?” he asked, taking a sip. “How is he?”

“You mean more like, is he, right?” She raised a brow, then sighed at his shrug. “Well, I think you already know, but yeah, he’s with pup.”

And then it was his turn to sigh, resting the mug on his knee. He’d spent the rest of the shift replaying the last few weeks, shocked by the emotions it stirred. The ache and guilt at what it could mean, and now knowing, his inner demons warred against his heart.

It was a strange thing to feel happiness for something but also such sadness, as he might be getting his first grandchild, but it was a reminder of another thing he'd never get to experience with his first pups, those he’d lost in the fire.

He turned his head, watching her for a moment, taking in her beauty and just being grateful for what he did have.

A familiar look, brow lifting came over her face. “What’s got you all heart-eyed, not that I mind?”

He shrugged, then smiled. “Hadn’t expected this, but I don’t know, I think you’d make grandma-hood look pretty sexy.”

“Grandma-hood?” she laughed, shaking her head, then fixing a look in his direction. “Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun? I haven’t even told you if he’s keeping it.”

Actually, he didn’t need her to—it was there in her eyes—but he played along. “That’s true, so, let me ask, is he?”

Another sigh, then an even softer smile. “He is—he’s scared half to death about failing—but then, weren’t we all like that the first time around?”

“Oh yeah, terrified, actually.” He sipped his coffee. “And the alpha? I mean, I’ve been thinking it over, and morning sickness is one thing, but I’m already a little worried about him developing issues from not having him around.”

And at the mention of the alpha, Athena’s jaw tightened, then a sharp scoff cut the air. “Alpha, more like some fucking piece of shit knothead,” she hissed, looking ready to show her canines. A shadow had settled over her face. “We talked on the way over here, and he told me some things he’d left out before—like that—that—scum had just yanked free, Bobby! He didn’t even care if he hurt him—just ripped free and fucking bolted.”

She took a controlled breath. “I’ll tell you one thing, he’d better not show his face near me, because I’m liable to tear him limb from limb—don’t think I won’t.”

Bobby put up his free hand in a show of surrender. “Hey, if I’ve learned anything, it’s not to mess with a pissed off mama when it comes to her pup. You’ll get no arguments from me.”

Athena nodded. “Good,” and then she smiled a bit, looking at him. “He is our pup, isn’t he? One of my babies?”

“Pretty sure you claimed him within the first day,” he bit back a smile.

“Yeah, I suppose I did—and now he’s giving us our first grandbaby. When did we get old?”

Shaking his head, he finished the last of his coffee, setting the cup on the table, then stood, wiggling his finger in invitation. “Come on, grandma—let’s take this to the bedroom. I have a feeling we’ll need the sleep.”

Standing, she bumped her shoulder into his side. “Sleep, huh? What—you worried I’m gonna break a hip?”

He kissed her temple, a little laugh escaping as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Well… you’re the one that said we’re getting old.”

She slapped his chest playfully before pulling him toward their room. “We’ll see about that, Grandpa.”

#bathena #buddie #buddie 911 #buddie fic #mpreg #a/b/o dynamics #911 abc #snippets #my wips #snark writes #the mpreg!buck story

[everchanging-cryptid]

live reacting to The Amazing Digital Circus Pilot because I just realized it came out

it’s all pixelly and then not, neat Ooh, ringmaster’s a fun character, love him

oh, Cain, like the Bible brother maybe?

Time loop?

Lol the flowerpot glitching through the floor

Hostile VR, nice

Haha, no swearing

I would very much like to live in this building

Can relate to Kinger, I too would love to chat with people about an insect collection

The ribbon guy reminds me of Will from the webcomic Nevermore

Blue screening when you need to come up with a list, same

I can’t tell if he’s gonna be a scary character or a funny character, that’s really cool

Why does the moon want to fuck him

Why are you like this

Ooh he’s hiding something yeah

Ok, he does not have control over minds, good to know, and he said “one of the few” so maybe he can’t control other things

Never tell a fae-like entity “I don’t care, just pick anything”

“Whaddya think of: *mouth keysmash*” lol

Pomni, that’s a fun name

“YOU PARASITE!!!” Had me laughing for like 2 minutes straight

Just pop the interrupting people

r u b b e r h o s e a n i m a t i o n b u n n y yeah favorite character material right there

I love how they all just talk over each other but you can still hear what they’re each saying

Assigned “Most Mentally Stable” at mental breakdown

Ooh, I see a bunch of X-ed out faces on the doors, did they get permakilled or something?

The framed artworks make me incredibly happy

Uhoh, Pomni went to the petrified place /reference

Where did you get a centipede???

Ooh that’s not good

he reminds me of a corrupted gem from Steven universe

Ooh that looks painful ouch

Love those broken object physics, beautiful

I love the sense of perspective, when the camera is further back and Pomni looks so isolated

I think Kinger might be the most relatable character tbh

Kaufmo just is not funny is he

God the comedic timing for Jax is PERFECT

RADICAL

Love a good bowling pin joke

Ok I take it back the comedic timing on Kinger is the best I was crying at the perfectly cut scream

Hmm I think poor kiddo Pomni here needs a break to cry

Ooh water cube room I like that

oh that’s terrifying they can just shoot faces at you

Well that’s certainly not Cain

Pfft they rock paper scissors and he won but did the thing anyway

“Oh.” *watches his hands float away*

HIS EYES DID THE CLOCK THING

Can the next person teleported in be a therapist because hot damn have we got some trauma up in here

:o barrel of monkeys! :D

NOOOO THE MONKEYS

Oh door?

Nope nope nope nope nope nope

Oh that’s some backrooms shit right there

Hot damn take a chill pill bro you already got him he’s dead

“This is dumb and weird.” Yeah im gonna quote that forever now thanks

“Ah thank GOD you’re okay, you didn’t experience a game show in there did you?” “Uhhhh… I— What are you talking about?”

Abstracted, like becoming abstract? Becoming just a vague feeling, a mere idea? Ooh that’s some good stuff right there

I too love the sound of a silent moving staircase

Oh this is gonna be fuckin terrifying I see how it is

Musty old computer causes mental breakdown? Interesting

C&A CAIN AND ABEL I FREAKIN CALLED IT YES oh that has some interesting implications now doesn’t it hmm souls trapped in a computer perhaps?

Oh shit it’s the void

I’ll take 5 wacky watches please

ha fourth wall break

oh Pomni is actually broken aren’t they

oh are those all the others who were crossed out

ooh healing spell

Pomni is not okay

analysis on digital eating okay sure

oh that’s an earth shattering ending oh my gosh I feel like I just experienced eldritch enlightenment

Can not wait for more possible episodes! It’s incredible, I highly recommend checking it out! ^^

#the amazing digital circus #digital circus #tadc

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

" . . . Okay, let me this fucking straight. . . Last year, you didn't get lost in the woods. You got trapped in an alternate dimension with Will, and it wasn't a bear. It was 8 foot tall monster that the kids had decided to call a demogorgon from Dungeons and Dragons. . .Hopper and Joyce rescued you. . .all this happened because some crazy ass scientists decided to play God. You had a girl with superpowers, but she's gone now. . . Oh, you also have powers that you haven't told Joyce and Hopper about because you're afraid the asshole lab guys are going to experiment on you. . .did I get that right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, that's right," Chrissy said softly.

"Well, what the fuck are we going to do about the goddamn demogorgon baby?" Eddie asked, running his hands through his hair, causing his bangs to stick straight up.

Before Chrissy could answer him, Dustin came down the hallway with a stick and dressed in her catcher gear.

"Dustin, what the hell are you doing?" Chrissy asked.

"I'm going to need protection if I'm going to lure Dart to the basement," Dustin said.

"I figured that I would use my powers," Chrissy said, frowning.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you have those," he said.

"Shouldn't we just kill this thing?" Eddie asked.

Dustin didn't say anything. He just went quiet at the suggestion. Chrissy sighed and rolled her eyes. Her brother went and got attached to the thing like he always does.

"Let's just get it into the basement, and then we decide what to do with it later," Chrissy said. "Let's do this."

Eddie stood next to Chrissy as Dustin opened the back door and then his bedroom door. The demogorgon burst out, and Chrissy went to work immediately. She used her powers to lift the creature into the air, its legs kicking out as it growled. She was struggling as she carried Dart out of the house. It whined pitifully, and for a moment, she almost felt sorry for it, but she remembered the thing ate their fucking cat. Scowling, she tossed it down the stairs of the basement and slammed the metal door closed. Dustin quickly locked it. Chrissy sighed and relaxed, realizing her nose was now bleeding.

"Holy fucking shit," Eddie said breathlessly.

Eddie pulled out his hanky, cupped her face, and wiped away the blood.

"Eddie," Chrissy said softly. "Are you mad?"

"I'm fucking pissed that all this shit happened to you and that you had to keep it in for so long. I'm fucking terrified too," Eddie said. "But if you're asking me if I'm mad at you. . .the answer is no. I understand why you had to do it, and knowing you, you probably beat yourself up over it. No, I'm not mad at you because I get it. I know you probably lost sleep over this."

"I love you," Chrissy sniffled.

"I love you too. . .my little witch," Eddie said.

Chrissy kissed him, pouring every little feeling she had for him into that kiss. She broke away and hugged him tightly. Dustin coughed, and they pulled away from each other.

"You're so going to be my brother in law," Dustin grinned. "And as my future brother in law, please help me bury our cat?"

"You know, neither one of you are related by blood, but somehow you guys manage to inflate your eyes in a way that I can't say no to," Eddie sighed. "How the fuck do you guys do that?"

"Magic," Dustin and Chrissy said in unison, grinning.

Meanwhile, Chrissy called Surfer Boy to let let them know she would be missing work before doing the same for Eddie. After that, she helped them bury Mews. She burst into tears when Eddie dumped the last bit of dirt over his grave. He quickly pulled her into his arms and let her cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy," Dustin said softly. "It's my fault."

Chrissy pulled away from Eddie, wiping her tears away.

"Oh, Dusty, you didn't know what it was. You just have a big heart is all," Chrissy said.

"Too big for my own good," Dustin muttered, sniffling as he looked at his feet.

"Better to have a big heart than no heart at all," Chrissy said.

"I'm going to miss him too," Dustin said.

"I know," Chrissy said softly and pulled Dustin into her arms.

Suddenly, the front door opened and closed. Their mother's voice floated out the back door as she called for Mews. Dustin and Chrissy stared at each other for a moment.

"Follow my lead," Chrissy whispered as she let a few more tears fall.

Chrissy rushed into the house, crying about how Mews was missing. It sent Claudia into a panic, and she hated herself for a moment. They searched the house until Dustin picked up the phone and pretended like he was talking to someone. He hung up the phone and told Claudia that they spotted Mews out near Lenora. She hugged her children and quickly rushed out to find the cat. Chrissy sighed the moment her mother left, feeling like shit.

"Hey," Eddie said. "You did what you had to, sweetheart."

"I know, I still hate myself," Chrissy said.

"We have to let the others know that shit is going down again," Dustin said.

"Right," Chrissy said.

Of course, no one was answering their goddamn radios, which is how they all ended up at Nancy's house in search of everyone. Of course, that's when Eddie's van decided to crap out.

"Shit, fuck, goddamn it!" Eddie shrieked as he beat his fists on the steering wheel.

Poor baby was really going through it all today. She could see how terrified he was for all of them and for her. He definitely deserved a blowie after this. Screw that she was going to throw him down on his bed and fuck his brains out. Of course, now wasn't the time to think about that. Chrissy wrapped her arms around him and pressed kisses into his hair, making sure to keep her arms wrapped around him from the side, keeping his arms pinned underneath hers.

"Breathe, baby," Chrissy said. "Breathe with me. . . Do you want me to let you go?"

"A few more minutes," Eddie said softly.

By the time they got out of the van, Steve had pulled up to the house with flowers in his hand and Robin chatting beside him. Dustin walked away from the front, grabbed Steve’s hand, and pulled him towards his car.

"Hey, hey! What the hell?!" Steve asked.

"We don't have time for this. Shit's going down at my house, and we need help. Do you still have your bat?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah!" Steve exclaimed. "But why - "

"Nancy's still not there," Dustin said. "So don't bother!"

"Bat?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah. It's this nail bat Jonathan made, and Steve used to fight off the demogorgon," Chrissy exclaimed.

"Woah! Hey, should you be talking about that in front of him?" Steve asked.

"He knows everything now," Chrissy replied.

"He knows?" Robin asked.

"He knows," Chrissy said.

"You know?" Steve asked Eddie.

"I know," Eddie said, nodding his head.

"Yeah, he knows goddamnit!" Dustin shrieked. "Let's go!"

They all climbed into Steve’s car with Dustin stealing the front seat and took off back towards their house. Chrissy hadn't realized how much time had passed until it started getting dark. Queen was playing on the radio.

"How do you know that it's not just a lizard?" Steve asked.

"Because its face opened up, and it ate our cat," Dustin said.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve sighed. "Fuck."

"Yeah, I know, man. I wish this wasn't happening either," Eddie said.

"How are you holding up with all of this, Eds?" Steve asked softly.

"I'm freaking the fuck out, if you couldn't tell," Eddie said.

"I could tell," Steve chuckled.

"I'm just glad that Chrissy's here. She's my rock," Eddie said.

Suddenly, Steve pressed on the breaks, bringing the car to a complete stop.

"Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy's been missing since yesterday. . .what if something happened to them?" Steve asked, his face pale.

"I'm sure they're okay, Steve. They have to be," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, let's just focus on the task at hand. I'm sure they're alright," Dustin said.

"Fuck," Robin whispered. "I'm really trying hard not to imagine my sister ripped to shreds by one of those things. Oh, God, my brother. Where's my brother?"

"I think he went to check on Will, so he's over at the Byers," Dustin said. "Then again, I'm not sure. They're not answering their radios."

"Okay, okay," Robin sighed. "Let's go and freak out later. Steve?"

Steve didn't waste a second before continuing to head towards their house. Once they were there, Steve immediately pulled flashlights out of his trunk and then the infamous bat. Eddie whistled.

"Chrissy, are you sure - ?" He started to ask.

"Eddie, baby, focus," Chrissy said softly.

"Right, right."

Their mother still wasn't back when they walked through the house towards the basement. Chrissy felt both relief and guilt. It was an odd combination for sure. They opened the basement door with Chrissy ready to use her powers if she needed to, but they didn't hear anything.

"I'll go down and check it out," Steve said

"Steve, I have powers. Shouldn't I go down?" Chrissy asked.

Steve looked at her. She could easily recognize any of his looks. She always could. She was too important to lose, and not just because she had powers. They were friends, and she meant too much to him.

"I got my bat," Steve said. "I'll be fine."

Steve disappeared into the basement as they others waited outside. It was silent for a moment, and Chrissy felt her chest tighten painfully. She cursed Steve for being so stubborn. He appeared so suddenly at the bottom of the stairs, it caused them all to jump.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Get down here," Steve said.

The four of them stumbled down the stairs and into the basement. Steve picked up a piece of slimy skin like substance with his bat.

"Dart's grown again," Dustin said.

"It's like a giant booger," Eddie said as he stared at it.

He reached out and touched the dead skin, making a face at the sensation as he rubbed between his fingers. Chrissy stared at her boyfriend in disbelief as he brought his fingers close to his face and sniffed it. Everyone yelled when he licked it with the tip of his tongue. Eddie made a face and stuck out his tongue repeatedly.

"That's disgusting!" Eddie exclaimed.

"No, shit, dumbass! Of course, it's disgusting!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Steve asked.

"I don't know, the thought popped into my head, and I did it," Eddie said.

"I love you, Eddie, but I'm never kissing you again," Chrissy said.

For a split second, an irrational thought popped into her head. Should she break up with him? No, no, no. It was disgusting what he just did, but she still loved him. For better or worse, right? Eddie stared at her, his brown eyes getting bigger, and she couldn't help but smile. God, help her she loved the man.

"Look at this," Steve said.

Chrissy and the others followed Steve’s line of sight. Shit. In the corner of the basement, a large hole had been made. The damn thing had tore through the concrete. Eddie cursed yet again.

"We should have killed the damn thing," Eddie said.

"It's a hard fucker to kill," Steve said as they all stared into the dark tunnel that it had made. "Probably just as hard when it's a baby."

Chrissy paled as she looked into the hole with the others. The demogorgon was out in Hawkins, Mews was dead, and she didn't know where her friends were. Yeah, she could feel the panic start to come on. She reached out and grabbed Eddie's hand, gripping it tightly.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Eddie whispered. "I'm here."

That should comfort her, right? He was here now in the thick of it all with them. Why did she feel so unsettled then? She felt the hairs raise up on the back of her neck, and she shuddered. Someone was going to die.

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #chrissy this is for you #chrissy cunningham lives #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #eddissy #hellcheer #dustin henderson #henderfam #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stranger things argyle #robin buckley #with a side of #stancy #jargyle #platonic stobin #platonic ronance #platonic buckingham #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction

[morthstaar]

tf2 mercs (if u can’t do all then spy, scout and medic) with a s/o that has like a. Shit ton of deadly bees they use as a weapon. Like bees that were artificially created in a lab that can kill with one sting and s/o found them and can control them (bonus points if they crawl all over the s/o’s face and body)

HI!! SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG HIATUS, BUT I WILL BE WRITING MORE OFTEN NOW BECAUSE I HAVE FREE TIME YAY! THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST 💗

TF2 MERCS (Spy, Scout, Medic) S/O WITH DEADLY BEES

SPY:

His first thought is “ What the hell? “

It quickly turned into a “ Impressive? “

When he started courting you, he had to get used to the amount of bees that would just follow you around and just crawl all over you like lil puppies.

The problem with that,,, I have a head cannon that he is VERY allergic to bees.

Whenever he wanted alone time with you, he would lean in to kiss or even hug you,,, there are deadly bees,, everywhere.

“ Ma/Mon Chérie,, I love you, truly,, but this is ridiculous. “

He gets a little jealous because the bees simply won’t GO AWAY.

ALL HE WANTS IS TOO TOUCH YOU WITHOUT THE WORRY OF GETTING STUNG. 🤧

You don’t tell your bees to go away because you get sick pleasure watching Spy crumble because he cannot touch you ☠️ How evil…

SCOUT:

Fucking. Terrified. He screamed the first time you showed them to him.

He loves you. But he is at least 10 feet away from you when your bees are around.

“ BABE. WHY THE FUCK ARE DEY CRAWLIN’ ALL OVER YOU? “

I also head cannon that he is ALSO very allergic to bees.

He always wants to be around you so he can kiss and hug you,,, but those damn bees are in his way.

He constantly asks you why you have them around,

“ Why bees? Like-Like, wouldn’t you rather have all of this, me, than some fuckin’ bug that kills people? “

“ Scout, dear, they are my weapon. I need them,, “

“ You sayin’ you don’t need me?! “

MEDIC:

He probably brung them to his lab to y’know,,,, experiment on them.

He quickly found out that a sting from them resulted in a respawn.

He was very intrigued to see how they interacted with you on the battlefield. Cue the insane smile as he asks questions,,

“ Mein Schatz, how do you use the bees to your advantage? Can you control them? HOW?! “

Yeah, he is very interested.

Not bothered by the presence of them at all. They don’t scare him away even if they are crawling all over you.

Kisses and hugs you freely. Even if sometimes it ends in a trip to respawn.

Sees them as his,,, children,,, experiments?

We will never know ☠️

#medic x reader #tf2 spy #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 #spy x reader #scout x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #team fortess 2 #team fortress scout #team fortress spy #team fortress medic #team fortress 2 x reader

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (52)

part 52 of 55 | 1894 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

It’s been three days since Steve told Robin about the blackmail, and Eddie is a goddamn wreck. 

This is a mean place to leave off, but the next chapter goes up on Monday. In the meantime, enjoy your Friday the 13th. ❤️

52.

It’s been three days since Steve told Robin about the blackmail, and Eddie is a goddamn wreck. 

Spring Break had left him with plenty of physical damage—scars that start on his left cheek and continue down to his thighs, deepest near his middle where he’d almost been eviscerated, and on bad days he still has a trace of a limp. 

There’s non-physical stuff too. Nightmares. He now has first hand experience with going to war against and being eaten alive by literal monsters, after all. And there’s Chrissy. . . . Always Chrissy. Those few but terrifying days had shattered his long-held beliefs in the difference between real life and fiction without any pause to let him pick up the pieces. What a mindfuck.

He still has nightmares, even with Steve in bed beside him; they both do. The comedown is easier together than alone, but it still happens. What surprises Eddie, though, is that his are about familiar things made horrifyingly unfamiliar. Running from the cops or angry jocks, for example, now supercharged with the cops pumping him full of lead and the jocks pummeling him to death, or coming at him with knives and stabbing out his entrails. Yeah, the bats and the blood and the fucking vines everywhere are in the mix too, but they’re horror movie props. They’re the spectators, the window dressing, even though every bullet or blow or knife feels like it has teeth.

Everything from Spring Break happened so fast, is the thing—even though the essence of it all is seared into his brain, his dreams never get the details quite right. All that Upside Down shit feels less real in the light of day, and like maybe he went crazy and imagined all of it. Sometimes the only way to make sure is to ask Steve, or Dustin, or any of his new monster hunting friends.

Worst by far, somehow, are the nightmares where those friends, the only people in this shitty town who had been right there in the trenches with him when public opinion screamed for his head on a pike, just . . . lose interest in him. Where they lose touch, slip through his fingers, and all he’s got to show from knowing them is a mangled torso and a tendency to jump at shadows. 

Lately, he’s been dreaming that Robin, the first fellow queer friend he’d knowingly made in this hellhole town, is the first to turn away from him, and he can’t even blame her.

“She’s making me sweat it out on purpose,” he groans, face-down on the floor in Jeff’s temporary room at his aunt’s house. It smells like dust and old cigarettes down there, but he figures it’s what he deserves. 

“Dude, you blackmailed her best friend,” Jeff points out. Unhelpfully, in Eddie’s opinion. “Not very well, but still. If someone pulled that shit on you I’d be out there slashing tires and egging their house.”

“You’re such a comfort,” Eddie mutters into the carpet. “I’m so glad I come to you with my problems.”

He can practically hear Jeff rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I am. She might be messing with you, but at least she’s not fucking with any of your shit. I know you consider the silent treatment to be the most hideous form of torture—”

Face still hidden, Eddie winces. Because Jeff’s not wrong, but Steve and Robin have been actually tortured for information by evil Russians and he’s a total wimp in comparison. 

“—But it could be a lot worse.”

It could be. He knows that. And Steve keeps assuring him that everything’s fine, that he talked it out with Robin and she’s calmed down by now. Eddie nods along but keeps gnawing his nails down to the quick anyway, because that’s with Steve. She’s fine with Steve, calm with Steve, and still her schedule has casually omitted running into Eddie in any way. As far as he’s concerned speaks for itself.

And it doesn’t help when he tells Jeff about telling Steve about telling Jeff—which, okay, fine, it sounds stupid when put like that—his best friend had rolled his eyes and said, “Really Ed? You only just now thought to mention it?”

One more thing for Robin to rip his head off over. And Steve probably won’t pick him over her, which makes Eddie want to crumble to dust. 

Well. He doesn’t think Steve should pick him over Robin. The actual ‘he picks me, he picks me not’ shit is something his guesses seesaw back and forth on all the time. 

The world hadn't stopped for the apocalypse, let alone Eddie nearly dying or Eddie freaking out. Thatcher Tire doesn’t want him back after the murder charges and the government payout won’t last forever, so he’s spent the entire day going from storefront to storefront in what passes for downtown Hawkins.

He knows that Steve is working at Family Video today, because he’d pried himself out of bed and Eddie’s starfish grip that morning for that very reason. He also knows that Robin isn’t on the schedule today, because he’s thought to ask before dozing back off for a few hours. So he feels no hesitation before sailing into the video rental store from the deserted parking lot and announcing with a flourish, “You are looking at Melvald’s newest stock boy, courtesy of one benevolent Joyce Byers!”

It comes out as a weird mix of triumphant and resigned, falling flat in the still air of Family Video. Because yeah, he has a job, but it came at the heels of a series of rejections and feels like a pity offer. Does it count as nepotism if it comes from the matriarch of their weird little unofficial monster-hunting family?

When his declaration goes unanswered, Eddie takes a moment to really take in his surroundings. He’d expected no one else to be in the store, and there isn’t; but it isn’t Steve behind the counter.

It’s Robin. 

The door has already closed behind him, cutting off the easiest escape route. He could open it again, but that would be going out of his way to run from danger, something he’s promised himself he won’t do anymore. And . . . Steve had sworn up and down to him that everything’s fine. 

The deliberately blank look on Robin’s face suggests that Steve was incorrect.

Eddie moves forward by sheer force of momentum, jamming his hands in his jeans pockets and clearing his throat. “Uh, hi.”

“Hello,” Robin replies, in a tone that implies that the rest of that sentence is ‘and welcome to Family Video, where the theater comes to your living room,’** or whatever corporate bullshit she and Steve might technically be required to say but never actually do. Eddie’s heard her customer service voice before, but never directed at him. He almost trips over his own feet hearing it now. 

“So. . . .” Eddie usually prides himself on knowing what to say, or at least being able to vamp for time and posture a lot until he figures it out. To have it happen with someone he knows well is absolutely excruciating. 

A tiny part of him worries that Steve had set him up for this, faked having work today or something to force this meeting and get it over with. But Steve wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“Is Steve around?” he asks finally, aware that the silence has been dragging and Robin, unusually, is making no attempt to put it out of its misery.

She narrows her eyes and jerks a thumb over one shoulder towards the door marked Employees Only. 

So, okay, Steve is probably on break and Eddie had just misremembered Robin’s schedule. That’s fine. That’s something, anyway. He can work with something. 

With a vague salute that he hopes to god comes across as inoffensive and casual, Eddie beelines for the break room. He’ll feel a little better with Steve at his back, or at least after he gets a chance to hiss “I told you so” and work some of the panicking out of his system.

The break room, however, is empty save for a flimsy card table, some shitty folding chairs, and a couch that's definitely seen better days. Eddie looks around, dumbfounded, and even ducks into the adjoining manager’s office to double check that Steve isn’t holed up in there for some reason. He hears the break room door swing open and shut again and darts out hopefully, but—

It’s Robin again. “Steve felt a migraine coming on a couple hours into his shift and called me to fill in for him,” she announces. “I just flipped the sign to closed. We, Eddie Munson, are going to have a talk.”

-

** I read the "Welcome to Family Video, where the theater comes tyo your living room" line in Cut and Changed and Rearranged by AidaRonan and could not get it out of my head, so it crept in here. And then I had to dig around until I found the fic it was from, because my memory for titles is like Swiss cheese. Anyway, great fic, highly recommend!

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington

[invisiblegarters]

Only Friends Character Rankings - Ep 8

Decided to start titling these with the episode but dear god now I have to go back and fix them and apparently I am not consistent with my tagging (shocker), so probably that won't happen. We'll just move forward.

Last week Sand pissed me off, Ray managed to get what he wanted while still kinda looking like a loser (and making Boston either a prophet or just someone who knows Ray way too fucking well), and Mew won the ep by being impressively unhinged in his revenge and making the supremely dumb (and messy) choice to date Ray. I enjoyed the visuals but also couldn't stop laughing because you know Book was bending his knees so he could do the forehead touching and neck nuzzling with Khaotung. It must have looked so awkward.

ANYwho, let's get to it, shall we?

Disclaimer because I'm gonna need it this time: these are my opinions only and do not necessarily reflect what the show is trying to do or the characters' actual motivations. While I try to take a step back as much as possible while doing these my biases and personal experiences are still going to come into play and today I'm more frustrated than usual.

You've been warned.

Characters (Fave to Least Fave atm)

Sand. Look, I was terrified about what he would be doing this episode last week. I worked myself into a whole lather about it. But he was awesome here. He set clear boundaries and stuck to them, he rebuffed Ray at every turn. He tried to move on with his Freddie Mercury soul twin. Or at least hook up which I would love for him, everyone else gets to at least kiss someone else why hasn't Sand, huh? WHY HAVEN'T YOU LET SAND KISS ANYONE BUT RAY, SHOW THIS IS WORKING MY NERVES PLEASE TAKE HIM OUT OF COLD STORAGE. *ahem*. Frankly he exceeded my expectations.

So I want to know what all the people dragging him for not doing enough fucking want. Do you want him to hit Ray over the head with his guitar (me too but we all know he hasn't been pushed that far yet)? Leave the country? Change schools? What?

He's trying. This whole episode was him trying to let Ray and whatever hopes he may have harbored about him go with as much dignity as he could - yes he was softer about it than I would have been, but Sand's just like that. He is taking responsibility for his own damn feelings the way he always does and he's trying to deal with them alone, away from Ray, without causing fuss. Ray's the one hounding the shit out of him right now. If it's about him running to help him with the cops, well, I sort of get it but not really - Sand would have done that for anyone he cares about, and he knows damn good and well if Ray's caught with coke after he just got into trouble for drinking and driving his dad might not even be able to get him out of it. He'd have done the same for Nick guys (not that he'd have to but my point stands). You can't just turn caring off because the person you care about sucks. And he could have stayed and babied him and he chose to leave and baby Nick instead, and to me that feels important.

Although it might be about the preview, which okay, fair. And if it is I can't throw stones because the preview for this ep had me incandescent with rage last week.

Beyond all that, though, I just want to know: has anyone ever taken care of this man? Because it feels like no. Every relationship in his life, form his mom to Ray to Nick, even to Yo in this ep, he winds up playing caretaker. The shoulder. The one people rely on. It bothers me that he seems to have no one to lean on in turn, and I doubt he's gonna get that at all in the run of this show.

Boston. I love Boston I will never stop. He didn't do a lot today but everything he did do was great. Pining over NIck but still shutting him down, genuinely listening to Atom, showing up to a party with all the friends who hate him right now and being like "yeah, my place too, suck it." Hands down my favorite conversation this ep was between him and Top - something about it felt so oddly playful. Well, you know, for Boston. It felt like whatever hang up he had with Top, it's gone now, which makes me think once again that it was less about him than Mew. Also he did this:

and it made me cackle.

He's gonna fuck Atom and piss Cheum off but Atom's a big boy so I'm not really that bothered by it. That said, it was funny to watch him hesitate for once. Like hm, this could go badly. And then Atom was like "so?" and that was that, lol. Oh, Boston.

Mew. Oh, Mew. I was so disappointed when I saw him doing lines with Ray. This is not the way I wanted you to spiral, babe. But I did call it. He wanted Ray to make him forget how he feels about Top, but Ray can't do that because Mew is about as into him as he is the wall. In fact he might be more into the wall, if possible. It was certainly a trip watching his face every time Ray got affectionate. And when Ray isn't working, what does he turn to next? Alcohol. Drugs. Anything to help him pretend he's moving on. "Habits (Stay High)" is Mew's song this episode.

But in the end it won't last, I firmly believe that. Mew will boomerang back to himself, maybe not as gullible as he calls it, maybe a little less uptight, but yeah. He's not going to keep wearing Ray's persona like his own little Halloween costume. He's got too good a foundation for that, has been too firmly rooted by the love of his parents and even his friends (yes, his friends, they might not be good for each other but all of them try to be good to him save perhaps Boston I said what I said).

Although we still have four eps so I doubt it'll happen soon.

Top. I just don't get the need to hate on this guy. It's getting super old. I think he's really trying - he clearly cares about Mew, and he's cared for a while, and he wants him to be happy even if it's not with him. Weird to me how when Ray said the same everyone bought into it, but when Top does it it's sus. Especially when Ray demonstrably couldn't even keep to that claim, lol.

But I digress. Maybe I'll have egg on my face in two episodes or whatever, but I feel for him. And I believe that he actually cares about Mew. You don't just stand there and take all the things that Top took from Mew this ep and then turn around and take care of someone when they're drunk and high and their new boyfriend is nowhere to be found to do the thing they promised they'd do better than anyone else. Maybe he'll do something beyond the pale in the next ep and that will be that, but right now he's putting his money where his mouth is in regards to Mew and I have to commend him for that. I am curious if he will continue doing so if Mew tells him to leave him be and means it - has he done that? Because as far as I can recall he has not, which is telling.

He was stand up this ep, but he does lose a few points for cuddling Mew while he was incapacitated. Because Mew would definitely not want that were he awake and sober (or well he would but he would still say no and that's the point).

Popular theory is that he called the cops. If he did, I basically say *shrug*

The Lesbians. Yes they are an entity leave me be. I am not one who thinks that Cheum was entirely wrong, although I do think that there's a time and place and maybe while someone is being pinned down by the cops isn't it. She is wrong that Ray is dragging Mew down with him. Ray isn't doing that, Mew is happily sliding all on his own. Well, not so happily but the choice is still his. Ray is enabling it, yes, but of course he is. One, it's Mew. Ray has no idea how to tell Mew no. Two, Ray does all these things himself. Of course he's gonna be okay with Mew doing them too, because not only does it reinforce his own shitty habits, it give him one less person telling him they're shitty. I agree with fandom that Cheum is not Ray's friend, not really. But Ray isn't hers either. Both of them care about Mew. The end.

April though was the real MVP of the two of them. Woman speaks sense, both about Mew and about the situation with Ray. I think probably because the only person she really cares about here is Cheum, so it's easier for her to step back and see the others from a more neutral place.

Nick. Still out here trying to earn the gold in the simp category of the messy Olympics. The brass balls he had to go up to Boston like he did, though. Like. Okay. I still think you're insane but I can respect that. HIs hurt face when Boston shut him down didn't get to me this ep, but his Halloween costume was cute.

Daddy Dan is gonna be a problem. I can't wait. Every time that man smiles I'm like danger, will robinson, and yet I'm so ready for Nick to walk right into that thinking that he's moving on and finding that he stepped into something he can't handle.

Ray. This happy motherfucker.

Where do I even start with this one. He has Mew just like he always wanted and he can't even give it fifteen minutes before he's bugging Sand. Like dude. Come on. Give the poor guy a break please. But of course Ray won't - all he's thinking is that he can have Mew for boyfriend and Sand to make him feel better about himself. It's...frustrating to watch.

But also he was so pathetic everywhere this ep that I don't think I've ever liked him more. He's such a loser, I'm sorry but not really. Like it cracks me up that Sand gets shit on for wanting him and Nick gets shit on for wanting Boston but I'm supposed to feel bad for this dude? Nah. At least Sand and Nick haven't stopped quite so low as to be the willing rebound for a dude that clearly doesn't want them yet (I mean, Nick so would. Sand...not so much. More on this later).

Relationships (Fave to Least Fave atm)

TopMew. I actually think these two might be able to make it work. They're the only couple I think this about now.

They love each other guys. Sorry but it's true. Maybe Mew won't be able to get over the Boston of it all, and if he can't he can't. But he wouldn't be spiraling this hard if he didn't still love Top - he certainly wouldn't have looked at him the way he did in the hostel kitchen with his defenses down, high and miserable and sick and hurting so badly and still in love despite his best efforts. And he wouldn't need to hurt him so damn badly, either. And Top loves him back.

Now all the masks are off. Whether or not they work together that way remains to be seen.

YoPlug. Look you leave Yo alone Jojo I am not kidding. I know you were being all clever and showing Sand his closed off future (which again, wouldn't be happening if people didn't hurt him, Ray), but I'm not having her crying on my screen. You stop that.

That said, as short as it was the breakdown of the relationship felt too real. Sometimes loneliness becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, but what are you supposed to do when every time you put your heart out it comes back a little less whole?

Nick and Sand. Can they please make out. So far Sand is the only one of these six dudes who hasn't so much as kissed anyone other than his OG pair (I'm counting the preview to slide Nick in here, sue me), and I for one am sick of it. You better pay me back for this insult with Sand getting his mouth (and hands) all over everyone soon. Starting with this guy.

Even if they don't kiss on the mouth (RUDE), I do love how they support each other. Sand led Nick out of that hostel like "yes you are crazy friend but we're all a little crazy in love, lean on me and I'll get you home." And I love that for them.

BostonNick. Boston catching feelings? Who would have thought (me, forever ago, lol. I said Nick might sneak in under the radar because Boston was so sure he couldn't possibly, and it looks like I might have been right). The fact that he knows that Nick was the one who told Mew about the sex tape because Nick was the only one he told. Good times. The way he shuts Nick down in spite of the fact that he clearly misses him. Also good times. I genuinely can't wait to see what they do next.

RayMew & RaySand. Putting them together because they're like pb&j for this show. Can't have one without the other rearing it's ugly head. Yes, I said that right.

Ray and Mew were exactly the dumpster fire most of us expected (I'd say all of us but I know there were some people out there who were hoping they wouldn't be - I see you and I appreciate you). Mew is wild out here not even being able to hide how little he enjoys Ray's boyfriendly attentions, and even I had to wince when Ray was waiting for him to say "I love you" back and he just kind a looked at him like "That's...nice." Dude couldn't even kiss him unless he was performing for Top (and okay look, in context the kiss was not great. Out of context? Book and Khao BL when please?).

People seem to think he and Mew are going to be over at some point next ep, but I'm not entirely sure (although after watching the preview again I do think it's more likely than I thought at first, seeing as Mew is flirting with some dude and I don't think he'd do that if he and Ray were still pretending they might actually be able to manage a relationship when only one of them wants one - I could be wrong but I don't think so, even though he does not care for Ray like that I think Mew would be uber sensitive about it considering). That said, if it's Mew who ends it it's gonna feel like we're just doing yet another lap of the same damn track and I wish they'd change the record already. What is it Sand said? Moving on in a circle? Yeah.

Khaotung did say that Ray is selfish and won't stop until he gets what he wants, and I guess we're seeing it this ep. I was so annoyed with him getting up in Sand's space all the time, like dude. You have a whole ass boyfriend (as Sand kept helpfully reminding him). STOP. But he won't stop. Because why should he, right. If he pokes enough Sand'll just give in and then he can have his cake and eat it.

Everything Ray did and said to Sand at that party was awful (although I did get a kick out of him literally running up to pull Sand and the other Freddie apart like the pitter patter of his shoes on the floor combined with just watching him bolt that few feet to prevent lips from touching KILLED me I had to pause the video to cackle with sheer delight this absolute fuckass of a man (surprisingly affectionate)).

He really needs to quit kissing people that don't want him to, please. Like, yesterday. Damn, Ray. Also say what you like, defend it how you want, but trust me Mew would not be happy with any of what he was pulling at the party. Mew IS DATING HIM because Top did something very like, and Ray's big draw was that he would never. And here he is proving Mew spectacularly wrong.

He doesn't want a threesome and he doesn't want polyamory. He wants to play at being Hugh Heffner.

And while I wouldn't buy it of Mew, I totally believe Ray would tell Sand that he and Mew were done to get him back where he wants him. Sand said I won't be your second choice and Ray heard but he didn't listen, he never listens, and I feel like if he's not careful he's gonna push that man into doing something incredibly destructive in the next four episodes. I actually want to be wrong here - I'd like it more if the huge trailer fight wasn't about Mew at all - but the show seems to really want to make glue out of the RayMewSand love triangle horse so I guess we'll have to wait and see.

If I had my druthers since I guess we're doing round three of this, it wouldn't be Ray lying or going back to old reliable when Mew finally admits that he's just not that into him, but a genuine attempt to try to be together with admitted feelings on both sides. And then it would be Sand who does something to fuck it up. If I have to go through this yet again I want Ray to be all in and shattered for once. But let's be real here, this show never gives me what I want (Am I still bitter Top and Sand weren't exes? You bet your ass. I still think Top and Sand should hatefuck or there should be a flashback to a threesome with them and the ex okay it's just what should happen show why do you hate fun) so I'm not holding my breath.

In Conclusion

Things went both better and worse than I expected. Everyone here is a mess and I still have hope for that baseball bat.

Please for the love of all that is good in the world let Sand fuck.

#only friends #only friends the series #rankings

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Seeing that you emjoy a hat in time, could you please apare some [read as many as you want] headcanons for this, as the steam page put it, cute as Peck game?

YKNOW WHAT YEAH I MIGHT HAVE SOME!!!

Hat Kid and Mustache Girl become sort of friends again after the whole time thing. I mean, it takes a bit, but they kinda figure it out.

Cooking Cat looks after Mustache Girl. After the game she heads back down to the planet to make sure the Mafia don't start a plague again and just. Adopts Mu. Like "wow this kid almost killed us but like. damn she needs some food she's been livin in a cave." and then later gets like. Mustache lore (whatever exactly the fuck happened with the Mafia is. very much traumatizing and Not Good for this kid to almost destroy the world because of it) and that moment is like "Alright im takin care of this kid fuck yall"

Crackship between Cooking Cat and Empress. Listen, I think it would be kinda funny alright.

Dadtcher is one of my favorite collective fandom headcanons

Bow Kid spends a lot of time with DJ Grooves and Conductor and ends up learning how to dj a bit from Grooves.

She also spends a lot of time in Nyakuza Metro. She's knows pretty much every cat down there by name. Even the trains!

Hat Kid starts picking up a lot of mannerisms from Snatcher because he pretty much lives in her ship now and sometimes when Cooking Cat is there and she checks on her, she swears she sees Hat's eyes glowing. Could just be lighting, though...

Every few weeks there's a game night where the cast shows up on Hat's ship and almost destroy it because Bow keeps winning at Uno, Snatcher keeps winning at Monopoly, Cookie (Cooking Cat, easier typing Cookie) has no idea what the hell is happening and is staying in the kitchen (very much keeping the Conductor out), and Conductor and Grooves keep arguing over stupid shit.

I think Snatcher could purr. Maybe. He's some sort of fuckin ghost thing, he already has the fur stuff on his neck (I know it's supposed to resemble his hair from when he was alive, but I think ghost shit turned it into fur.), so I think he should be allowed to purr.

Hat constantly wakes up from nightmares about Vanessa. She's only been in that mansion a handful of times but by the gods that woman is terrifying.

It's one of the reasons Snatcher stays on the ship. He knows Vanessa's fucked up from experience and this kid's like what. 12? yeah no he is not letting shit happen to this kid. He tends to find some way to comfort Hat back to sleep. He denies everything in the morning however because he's totally not her dad /s he doesnt care what happens to the kid he just wants her soul /s

i think that's about it! i said i might have some but once i started typing i realized i had more aksjhdsiuhdgf

hope these are nice!

#miles answers #a hat in time #hat kid #bow kid #mustache girl #the snatcher #the conductor #dj grooves #cooking cat #empress ahit #nyakuza metro #queen vanessa #ahit #headcanons #dadtcher