#none of these characters had taste they all wanted him so bad when each other was right there

[alieinthemorning]

Strawberry Mint Lemonade [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Meet-Cute, Indirect Kiss, Gojo Satoru Being Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru Being Getou Suguru, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Kisses, Café AU, No Curses, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Crying, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, POV Second Person, Suggestive Themes

Pronouns: None

Note: THIS IS MY 200TH WORK ON AO3 AAAAAAAAAA (Also UTC because it's 2500+ words)

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Your favorite drink was a simple strawberry mint lemonade. Not too sweet, not too sour. It was made the same way every single time which made sense since you'd had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall café for about three years now. Every employee, new and old knew your name and order, so when the familiar drink was placed in the completed section on the counter, you didn't look twice at it and immediately took a sip.  

"What the fuck is this shit?" It was as if your straw was made of sugarcane, the strawberry and lemon pieces were formed from sugar cubes and the liquid itself was pure syrup.    

"Ew...what is this?" Someone from beside you, whined.  

Looking over, you found an incredibly tall man with stark white hair and—oh, you couldn't see his eye color behind the dark, round shades. You were about to turn around and talk to an employee about this...horror from hell, but your eyes drifted to the drink in his large hand.  

You eyed your own drink, frowning at the name written on the side.

Satoru

You looked at the man again. "Are you Satoru?"

He nodded, then said your name. "I'm assuming that's you?"

You sighed, shoving his drink toward him. "Thank god—hand me my drink. I can't drink pure sugar."

"Awww, come on! It isn't that bad! " He pouted as he switched drinks.

You took a long swig of yours before you replied. "It was like drinking the three states of matter. Solid, Liquid and Gaseous Sugar."

"How would it even be gaseous?"

"The air from the straw."

He laughed loudly, startling  the other customers.

You flushed, grabbing him by the elbow. "Come on, let's sit and talk."

The Goliath of a man let you drag him to a secluded corner, where the two of you talked each other's ears off. However, despite ordering another drink of your own, you noticed that he still hadn't touched his own.  

"You gonna let the ice water down the sugar?" You grinned, "Was I right about it tasting like shit?"

He balked at you. "No way!"

You nodded toward the drink, "Then drink it."

He looked at you, the drink, you again then finally swiped the drink off the table, guzzling it down in mere seconds.

"There! Are you satisfied?" His head was swiveled to the side, tucked into that weird high collared jacket of his, but you swore the tips of his ears were flushed red.

"How are you alive?" You asked in slight awe.

That got him to look at you again, all smiles too. "Must be my impeccable genes."  

You raised a brow. "You a citizen of the Candy Kingdom or something? Built like Candy Wife?"  

He just smiled at you. "I have no idea about what you're talking about."

The two of you chatted for longer than expect, leaving just an hour before closing.  

"Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe so."

And he did, the two of you ending up seeing each other at least once a week for a few months. And of course, you learned a lot about Satoru during that time.  

You learned that he had a very unhealthy obsession with sweets. That, despite the goofy look that he basically always had plastered on his face, he was quite intelligent. Oh, and that he had really bright blue eyes (like limpid tears) and the reason why he wore shades was because his eyes were really sensitive and without them, he was prone to awful migraines.  

You also were beginning to develop a bit of a crush on him, but you were sure someone has beautiful as him had to already be taken. So, you decided to stuff the feelings in the deepest part of your heart.

And today you learned—

That he was bringing someone else with him today.  

The person Satoru brought with him was a stark contrast to him (except in clothing—they both wore dark-colored clothing). He was maybe only a few inches shorter than him with long dark hair that was in an up-down style with a bit of hair draping the left side of his face. You watched that as Satoru pointed at you, the man's eyes slid to you and his lips turned upward. Then Satoru headed toward the counter while the man made his way to you.  

He called your name and you raised a brow.

He chuckled. "Satoru told me your name." He slid into the seat across from you, "My name is Suguru. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

You leaned back in your chair, a bit uncomfortable with his familiarity with you. "Oh? Has Satoru talked about me that much."  

Suguru leaned in closer, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his intertwined finger. "Oh, you have no idea."  

Before you could question him further on the subject, Satoru placed their drinks on the table, alongside a few sweets.  

"Seems like the two of you are getting along." He said with a hum as he pulled a chair over to complete your little group.

"Yeah, sure—Satoru, what exactly have you been telling Suguru here about me?"

His brows shot up to his hairline as his head swiveled to Suguru.  "What did you say?"

Suguru just smiled. "I haven't said too much." The unspoken yet at the end of that sentence was very loud.  

You sighed, nudging Satoru's foot. "So, you gonna properly introduce me or am I supposed to keep thinking of your friend here as a creep?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," He placed a hand on top of Suguru's, "This is my boyfriend, Suguru. We've been together for a few years now, and been best friends for longer."  

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you felt your lips dip downward. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, raising a brow. "Oh? We've been talking for so long, and you just now tell me about your significant other? I thought we were closer than that, Satoru."  

You knew you didn't play that off well, you knew that Satoru knew that what he had said hurt you.

And Suguru?  

Suguru just smiled.

Despite the rocky first meeting and sudden revelation, you, Satoru and Suguru continued meeting (after you had bullied Satoru into inviting Suguru again).  

Slowly yet surely, you learned more about Suguru and their relationship. Suguru was the one who did the majority of the cooking (while Satoru baked to quell his late night sweet cravings). He was really sweet and caring despite the shit eating grin that was etched on his face. He also was a pretty big flirt.

Which...was very unsettling to you. Since it seemed like he was very open to doing it in front of Satoru, who didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest.  

"You look very beautiful today."

"Oh, um, thank you..."  

"I especially like the lip color you've chosen today."  

You balked at him, face becoming warm as you looked between him and Satoru.

Satoru continued to sip on his drink and scroll through his phone.  

And Suguru—

Just fucking smiled.

And later that night, you knew you were screwed.

You were in love with both Satoru and Suguru.

So, you did what you did with your feelings for Satoru and shoved your feelings for Suguru down alongside his. Instead of running away from them and saving your heart, you hurt yourself even more Getting closer and closer to them to the point where you had visited each others homes and you've met each others other friends (Shoko and Nanami were your favorites among them).

Today you were over at Satoru and Suguru's very nice house (another thing you learned about Satoru is that the was stupidly rich). You were simply lounging around, not over for any specific reason, just to be in their presence, when Satoru suddenly stood up from his relaxed position on the couch.

"I need donuts." And without another word, he snatched his keys off the kitchen island and was out the door before either you and Suguru could utter a word.

Now, you had been alone with Suguru before—plenty of times, when Satoru had suddenly broke off from the two of you to take a closer look at things (see: recklessly spend money). But that was usually when you were out in public, where you could go and run to Satoru if you needed.

You'd never been alone with him like this—trapped within four walls.

And of fucking course, he did what he always did and—

"Why are you always smiling like that?" The question came out rougher than you intended, but your nerves were very quickly becoming frayed.

"Smiling like what?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Like you know everything—I don't know." You crossed your arms with a huff.

"You mean like how I know that you like Satoru and I." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Your arms grew slack, hands falling into your lap.

He nodded to himself, "Another tell-tale reaction. This is good…"

"How is this good?" You snapped at him. "I'm in love with the two of you, who are already in a committed relationships."

He had the audacity to look surprised for a moment before his smile widened. "You love us? That's even better."

"How can you—" You sniffled, feeling the hot tears quickly race down your cheeks. "I have been selfishly spending time with the two of you. Despite how I feel, and knowing that I should just stop associating with you. I've instead decided to intruding on your relationship, just so that I can experience the tiniest fantasy of something that will never be." You were somehow able to make through your entire confession before you broke down, curling in on yourself.

You heard Suguru sigh then a bit of shuffling before the couch dipped and you were pulled into his warm embrace, which made you cry harder.

"I'm sorry for pushing you, Darling." His whispered above your head. "I should have been more upfront."

You shoved him back, looking up into his brown eyes. "Been more upfront with knowing good and well about my fucking inner turmoil."

"No," His hands slipped into yours." I should have just told you that Satoru and I feel the same way."

Your heart stopped.

There was no way that that was true. There was no way that Satoru and Suguru both felt the same way about you—and even if they did there was no way that you could choose one over the other, and you definitely wouldn't want to be the reason why they broke up either.

"Please." His voice was strained, "Just give me one chance to show you."

"I don't want to do anything behind—"

"And we won't. I'll wait until he comes back and then I'll ask for permission to kiss you. In front of him."

You sighed deeply, finally resigning yourself to your fucked up fate.

You leaned into him, "If this all goes to shit—I'll hate you forever."

"If it does go to shit, I'll accept your rightful infinite hatred."

The two of you were quite as you waited for Satoru to return. You were too exhausted to speak. Suguru was fine with that, perfectly content with rubbing circles onto your hands to help soothe you.  

And then the front door was unlocked, and your anxiety spiked.

But Suguru wasn't going to go back on his word.

"Can I kiss you now?" Suguru asked the moment Satoru stepped into the room.

Your eyes were wide, frantically looking between the two of them, while your lips opened and closed like a fish.  

Suguru placed a hand on your cheek, guiding you back to him.

He said your name, soft and sweet. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." You said it so quietly that you weren't sure that he heard you, but he very quickly assured you otherwise as his lips met yours.

Right in front of your close friend—his boyfriend, Satoru.

It was as soft as a rose petal, acutely aware of your fragile state.

"Yes—finally!" Satoru slammed the box of donuts on the kitchen counter then rushed over, reaching out for you.

Suguru intercepted him. "You need to ask first, Satoru."

He nodded furiously at his partner before turning to you, blue eyes bright. "Can I kiss you? Please?"

You blinked at him a few time before nodding. Satoru wasted no time and grabbed your cheeks, pulling you forward to meet him half way.

While Suguru's was soft, Satoru's was rough and rushed. Like he couldn't get enough of you now that he had you.

It didn't last long though became Suguru was quick to yank him off you.  

"Slow down, Satoru." He flicked his forehand, shaking his head at his pout (your eyes kept finding his lips—they were red and shiny). "All this is new and we haven't even been given an answer yet."

"We just kissed? Isn't that enough of an answer?" Satoru asked Suguru who just gestured to you. Those blue spotlights turned on you.  "Isn't it?"

"I mean—" You bit your lip. "I haven't actually said yes or no yet, but..."

"But...?"

You pursed your lips as you glared at the two of them. "...you both better not make me regret this down the line."

Suguru smiled, and despite it being the same know-it-all smile, you felt completely and utter secured by it. "We promise, Darling."

"What? You've already got pet names? No fair!" He paused. "Wait, what exactly did the two of you do while I was gone...?"

Your favorite drink was a simple strawberry mint lemonade. Not too sweet, not too sour. It was made the same way every single time, which made sense since you'd had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall café for about six years now. Every employee, new and old, knew your name and order, so when the familiar drink was placed in the completed section on the counter, you didn't look twice at it and immediately took a sip.  

"Oh, what the fuck—Satoru, take your shit ass drink." You shoved the drink into his waiting hand, taking your own and immediately taking a plate cleansing sip.  

Suguru chuckled. "I'm surprised that after all these years, the two of you are still getting your drinks mixed up."  

"Who is we?" Satoru pointed at you, "This is the one who takes a sip without looking at the name on the side of the cup."

"That wouldn't matter if you didn't drink straight sugar—and then have the damn audacity to eat sweets with it." You eyed him, "Is your body okay?"

He smirked. "Oh, you know my body is absolutely perfect, but I'm sure we can—" Suguru flicked him in the cheek.

"Not in public."

Satoru balked at his audacity (and you to a lesser extent). "Says the one who literally—"

You lightly kicked his shin and hissed, "Not in public!"

"I can't believe my two partners are bullying me like this." He slumped in his seat. "I can't believe I have to deal with this for the rest of my life."

You shrugged, snatching one of his sweets. "You're the one who decided to put a ring on it."

"Now you're stuck with us forever." Suguru nodded in agreement.

Satoru watched the two of you fondly, a wide smile stretched across his lips.

"Yeah, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

I've finally done it.

For my 200th work, I finally gave you all the Sugu/Sato/Reader fluff you all deserved.

IT'S ALSO MY FIRST ONE-SHOT THAT'S OVER 2500 WORDS????

I really popped off for y'all (wipes away a tear).

Now time for me to binge the anime and get back to our regular scheduled programming of Tear Jerking Angst.

Please be excited :)

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[kybelles]

so after a recent conversation with my friends we’ve come to a realization: fandom loves Slave Rights Advocate laurent trope. whether it be an arranged marriage au, a time travel au, an auguste lives au or any kind of setting where slavery is still in motion; it’s always laurent who opens damen’s eyes to the horrors of slavery and insists they can’t be with each other until slavery is abolished, that slavery is a deal breaker on whether they can be together or not. now i certainly don’t want to sound like i’m policing anybody’s creative choices but it’s become such a common trope in the fandom that it is baffling at this point because. here’s the thing. slavery isn’t one of laurent’s battles. at all.

allow me to explain further before i make people angry. it’s clear laurent is against the fundamental premise of slavery and finds it inhumane. but through the series (counting out taofc where he and damen are trying to build an empire together), he doesn’t actively fight or challenge the system or slavery. i don’t even think this is a hot take when you remember that he;

i. didn’t protect the akielon slaves in arles until damen begged him to and sold them to torveld for personal gain (which was the best course of action he could take under the circumstances but as i said, he wasn’t above using them)

ii. referred to damen as his slave constantly in both a technical and romantic sense

iii. got turned on by playing master and slave and master and pet

iv. used isander as a way to get back at damen: was fed by isander in the feast, stroked him, allowed him to kiss his feet and boots etc.

in fact here are plenty of instances where it’s clear laurent enjoyed the type of power he had over damen:

and here’s the only part where i can remember damen and laurent discussing slavery after damen’s identity is revealed and they have the possibility of a future together. as you can see, laurent’s attitude towards it is pretty neutral. he doesn’t approve, but it’s clear he’s not a passionate champion of the anti slavery movement.

let me make it clear that none of this is a criticism towards laurent. it’s important to remember that capri started as a slavekink fic (in pacat’s own words) and though it evolved, by the final draft she still kept some of those elements: like making the first night between lamen a romantic, sacred, precious thing between them; laurent telling damen he’s his slave by feeding him as a slave would, damen calling himself laurent’s slave as a sign of submission/love/romance before their first kiss, laurent saying damen is still his slave before sleeping with him… the narrative still eroticizes slavery to some extent and uses it as a vehicle of romance.

the thing is, laurent finding enjoyment in these practices is not the problem. when the fandom loves to pretend like laurent would be so disgusted by the idea of slavery (even though the text repeatedly shows he’s not) , that he; a perfect civilized blonde veretian angel would come to akielos and educate those barbarians about how horrible slavery is and damen would only open his eyes to the truth through laurent’s guidance, that’s when my issues start. because, like i said, this was never laurent’s battle and it pretty much reads like laurent is some sort of white savior, someone who comes to damen’s country to “fix” the problems of akielos without understanding their history, needs, or the region’s current state of affairs.

another very important thing to underline is that the whole slavery ordeal in the series was damen’s character arc, not laurent’s. he’s the actual slave in the scenario, and as much as laurent doesn’t like slavery, damen didn’t come to the conclusion that it was bad because of laurent’s preachings. it leaves a bad taste in the mouth that damen was the one who actually experienced slavery and faced countless humiliations in vere and yet people still insist on making laurent educate damen about why it’s wrong, even though he himself has never experienced slavery in his life. (one might argue in aus where damen was never sent to vere as a slave he wouldn’t come to the same realizations but that still doesn’t mean laurent would have a passionate agenda regarding slaves. at best i believe he would demand damen to stop sleeping with his slaves as they are monogamous.)

choosing laurent as The One who firmly stands against slavery is bad from a narrative pov too. making this specifically about laurent makes no sense because it's got nothing to do with him. it's not his country! he doesn't care about akielos the way damen does. everything about it thematically relates back to damen; who exists as a metaphor for akielos - any insult or injury done to him is an insult to akielos. he embodies it’s values and it’s people, and by becoming a slave he’s reflecting the current slave state of akielos, and through finding liberation for himself he’s also finding liberation for akielos. it’s a powerful symbolism for how akielos is changed and freed directly BECAUSE of his own personal liberation. laurent has nothing more than an intellectual interest in anti-slavery and he only ever begins to care about akielos because he cares for damen. but damen was raised with it and experienced it and cares very deeply about it. it’s his country! it's his story!

tldr; through the series, it was damen’s journey to experience what it was like to be a slave, to see the true horrors of this practice and decide he doesn’t want to rule his country that way anymore. so taking his agency and giving it laurent, someone who was neutral at best about slavery, feels incredibly insensitive and wrong.

#💬 #meta #? #captive prince #like what is with this obsession on making laurent the perfect activist who’s always on top of current events #and damen the dumb ignorant jock who’s clueless about life #why is this such a common theme :) #also a reminder that i’m not targeting anyone specificaly!! this is a common trope and i just wanted to rant #shout out to my amazing girlies for helping me write this post ily angels

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Eddsworld x Reader Drabbles

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Characters: Tom

Warnings: None! Might get suggestive though…

Author’s note: This’ll be split into parts :3 How many ? Idk !! I’ll edit this post to add the links if i ever get to it.

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First impressions

> Tom is of particular interest to anyone he encounters. He stands out, and not just because of his literal voids-for-eyes, but because of that damn attitude.

> In 2024, it’s addressed as the sassy man apocalypse, but universally, Tom is dubbed an asshole… amongst a bunch of other very colorful colloquialisms.

> When Tom chooses to speak to anyone, it’s not the accent that swings first, it’s the quickness of his “don’t care” response that uppercuts, and he relishes in watching people struggle to find the words to respond.

> For whatever fantastical and universal reason, when he came across you, things were different… and no, he didn’t change overnight because he saw you and it was “love at first sight”. More so, your ability to rebuttal his stupidity stood out.. and he wanted to know what made you.. you.

> Admittedly, when you met Tom, you were hooked. Something about having a taste for men with a less than stellar track record.. and that’s putting it lightly.

> The light and unintentional tan, the eyes, the dirty blonde hair, the piercings, the way the moles on his face were placed in an aesthetically pleasing way… need you go on?

> You pondered if he had any muscle to match the verbal punches he gave those around him.

> He definitely smells like alcohol.. but you’re also picking up the scent of ‘male manipulator’ cologne.. it’s soft but it’s there.

> Totally random, but are those fuzzy dice hanging off the side of his jeans? Amazing. Goes well with the mini harpoon gun keychain next to it.

> “..and this is Tom! Tom, say hi to y/n!” The taller boy in green motioned to the freak in blue, and you beamed as you waved at him. He came prepared, however, with an umbrella that naturally blocked your rays. In other words, he had a resting bitch face.

> Cliche, but you knew that if push came to shove, he cared about hurting others— he has emotions. You just didn’t know how much it would take for him to show them.

> You had all the time in the world… well! Technically, as much time as your landlord wanted to give you when renewing the lease. You and the three taller boys in front of you lived in the same complex. You needed a place to stay while studying away at uni.. and this place was perfect. The fact new friends came with it was a plus you didn’t really see coming.

>“Twiddling with your hair isn’t gonna make it grow any longer.” a gruff voice said. You looked up to match the voice with Tom. His voice sounds like he just woke up from a bad hangover, and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the exact scenario. Considering, well…

> “And drinking more won’t make the problems any better,” you retorted and gestured towards him and his flask , “exhibit A.” The blue boy was taken a back, clearly by the way his facial expression illustrated confusion.

> “Some people do it for the fun of it.”

> “Some people should really pick up a book if they consider taking a swigs’ a hobby..”

> “Oh really?”

> “Make the book high school biology, yes.” what a nerdy response , you say you yourself.

> The two of you stared each other down. Honestly though, what was there to stare into? Trying to find his soul was like walking in the dark, really. Your peripheral vision caught the redhead and the green hoodie boy fidgeting in place, so you knew to stop here.

> To your surprise, Tom’s face then broke character with a smile.

> Oh.. his smile.

> Toothy, sly, and alluring. Your face was heating up. The way his lips curled.. it was something you wanted to see more often. It’s decided then.

> “You’re different, y/n, I’ll give you that.” You then snapped back into reality after feeling his hand land on your shoulder a little rough like.. especially since the spiked bracelet he wore on that hand jabbed a little into your skin.

> Make no mistake, you were attracted to him surface level. However, you wanted to know more. Little did you know he shared the same sentiment.

How did you find out

> Tom sucks at compliments. No, really! Especially when he’s crushing on someone.

> He doesn’t want anyone to find out. Which is code for he doesn’t wanna seem vulnerable to anyone. His rationale is if he were to compliment someone, that person and the others around them will get to thinking.

> You, however, are blissfully unaware.

> Tom sucks at hiding his feelings. Shit, he sucks at hiding anything in general. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, and then expresses them in a pretty fucked up way. So, no, your ignorance isn’t because he’s good at bottling things in. It’s because you’re genuinely empty in the noggin.

> Everyone around you knows. Tom knows everyone knows. It’s just better if he gaslights himself into thinking otherwise, it helps him sleep at night.

> Your presence amongst the group is almost a daily occurrence. Edd tries to throw hints, but they’re drowned out but Tom’s sudden outbursts.

> Sudden outbursts could range from burping, shouting vulgarities, injuring himself ‘by accident’ and then channeling his inner sailor some more, or punches to the arm of the messenger. You take your guess, he’s probably done the latter.

> Back to the compliments. There was a particular time where Matt and you decided to have a silly little shopping trip. His invite! You guys went around 10 in the morning, only to come back to Matt’s apartment around 8 in the night. To your surprise, you see Edd and Tom already comfortable on the couch. Tom was in a tight band t-shirt and some sweats, while Edd wore a silly creeper onesie.

> “How was the adventure you two?” Edd hums and smiles. You struggled with your bags and gently placed them down to the side. You had quite a few and your arms felt a wave of relief once you set them down. “I had so much fun! Matt was super helpful in my wardrobe cleanse mission.”

> Matt frowned slightly as he set his bags down and his hands magnetized to his hips, “ What’dya mean cleanse? We didn’t buy cleaning supplies!” You giggled at his empty headed moment and changed the subject.

> “Want a fashion show?” You smiled once you noticed Edd’s visible excitement at the prospect. You also couldn’t help but notice Tom shifting in his seat at the mention. You took a glance in that direction and decided to be a little direct.

> “How about you, Tom?” He cringed at your question. Again, not because of your doing.. necessarily… but because he was nervous. His head was being imaginative, put it like that.

> “…Whatever..” He mumbled, and you shrugged it off. Fashion show time!

> You and Matt were having fun doing silly poses and pretending to vouge. Edd was super encouraging, loved every outfit, and even clapping to the music that was playing. Tom, however, was sunken in the sofa with his arms crossed just glaring at the floor.

> Tom isn’t and wasn’t going to praise you. Again, he had a weird stigma about compliments.

> However, those lowrise bell bottom jeans with that studded belt and that fitted sleeved shirt in what he knows is your favorite color. He couldn’t help but stare at your waist and what little view of your chest your shirt had to offer.

> You noticed how Tom rose in his seat, and felt your face break into a sly smile at the realization that he was interested. His face screamed that sentiment. Everyone noticed it too, and it quickly got silent.

> You try to poke. “What’s with the face, nerd.”

> He deflected next. “You look stupid.”

> “Do I really?”

> “Not gonna repeat myself twice.”

> “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’ve piqued your interest.”

> “You fucking wish. I’d never be into someone like you. Honestly, you’re such an air—”

> “Hey Tom, your face is really red… are you okay?”

> “Yeah.. Tom… you look like you’re suffocating! I’ve never seen you so-”

> Tom threw up his hands in surrender and shouted “I’m out!” With that, he stood up and walked out. There was a brief moment of silence before there was a slam of the door. You looked back at your friends and sighed, “Sorry guys.. maybe I took it too far..”

> “Seriously..?” Matt facepalmed.

> “What..! I Already said s—“

> “What Matt means to say is, have you really not noticed yet?” Edd asked genuinely concerned. You looked at him and laughed awkwardly before realizing he was serious. “What’s.. what.. huh..? What did I do.. wait- what’s going on?”

> “Tom is whipped for you, y/n,” Matt exclaimed, “Even I knew that!” You felt your face heat up and your head whipped around to face both at them.

> “Huh..?” is all you could manage out before you focused on Edd.

> “Yes! He just doesn’t know how to express it.“ You swing your head to look over to Matt and begin to twitch, “He needs to figure it out then!”

> “That’s the thing y/n, he doesn’t do that all the time. It’s just with you. Sure him and I have our moments, and then there was Tord, but those two genuinely couldn’t get along. Have you not noticed that after your arguments how he hides his face-” Matt then interjects, “Or that time when it was your birthday, and he helped you clean cake off your face after arguing about how much of a slob you were,” Edd then copied Matt, “or when you had just failed your chemistry exam, and all you could do was sulk and watch My Little Pony, and so he stayed the night with you saying the excuse that-“ and in unison the two sung: “I’m bored, and terrorizing y/n sounds like fun.”

> You felt your face heat up recalling just those handful of moments. “I thought he was just being a friend…” you mumbled.

> “It would…! If it was anyone but Tom, of course.” Edd chuckled and shrugged. He was right.

> The MLP binge watch weekend should’ve been so obvious. I mean, come on, you two shared a throw blanket and your legs intertwined with his. Tom isn’t touchy with anyone. You had failed a chemistry exam, yes. It got especially emotional since that week you were already feeling homesick, and you had sacrificed phone time with your family to study.. and failure. When Tom came over, you’d cry everytime the episode had a familial lesson— it sucked. Next thing you knew, Tom put aside your one sided beef when he wrapped you into a tight hug.

> “Well what now…?”

> “Run to him!!!” Matt exclaimed dramatically.

> Do you even wanna give the punk rock boy a chance?

How did he find out

> Laying there sprawled out across his bed was Tom. His bed was the safe haven in the mess that was his room.

> Dirty room. Very Cluttered. Clothes scattered the floors, clean and dirty. It smelled like his cologne took a stroll through a bar.. minus the pungent scent of stomach acid.

> His bed consisted of his precious Tomee bear, two pillows with gray cases on them, and 6 blankets. Half of those blankets were throws, but still.. why so many blankets?

> Posters scattered across his room walls. Old band posters, classic anime franchises, and a few posters of video game crushes he had over the years. In the corner was a cluster of polaroids of all his friends! Yes, Tord included… and yes, even you.

> Tom found himself shifting his gaze from the white ceiling to that corner. There was a picture you took where he was caught mid laugh and you took the opportunity and posed with your polaroid. He loved that picture, to the point where he placed it in a position where it would be the first one his eyes went for. That day, he thought you looked the prettiest. Not like you don’t look pretty everyday, it’s just that one he appreciated because you were in bliss. All he could do that entire night was fight back a smile when you smiled, when you laughed, and when you looked at him with those caring warm eyes.

> “What am I thinking…” He groaned and threw his hands over his face. He wants to tell you, trust, he really does! He’s just.. afraid of rejection.

> It’s a pretty typical fear amongst many people. So he wasn’t alone. He just feels humiliated and embarrassed for having weaknesses. What if those feelings transferred to the relationship? Is there even a potential relationship.

> Gosh you were so pretty to him. He loved every detail about you. There wasn’t a moment he didn’t fantasize about you. He’d probably take you to a museum for a first date.

> Tom loves art. It’s kinda obvious. Unless you view music and art as separate catagories that never merge.. then I don’t know what to tell you.

> He noticed what kind of media you consume, which was a lot of animation, and he wanted to explore other genres with you on that first date. So what better place than a museum?

> There was a knock.

> It shook the man out of his fantastical wonderland, and he shot up.

> Tom has this terrible habit of opening the door without checking the peephole. Opening the door he found himself devoid of air coming face to face with the person in front of them.

> It was you.

> You weren’t wearing the outfit you were modeling earlier. To be fair it’s been about 2 hours since then. You were wearing a silly cat onesie, and in your hand was a reusable grocery bag. Unknown to him, you gambled on having a sleepover with him, and in your bag was a bunch of ingredients to make milkshakes.

> He didn’t have the energy to disguise the emotions he was feeling, and leaning against the door frame, he spoke to break the ice.

> “Uhh, what’s- What’s up ?”

> “Wanna have a sleepover?”, you smiled and shifted the bag to the front of your knees and grabbed it with both hands.

> “Uhmm..” he shifted off the doorframe and let out an unsure sigh. Grabbing the ends of his fitted band tee, he pulled and looked behind him.

> “If it’s a mess you’re worried about, I don’t mind! I can even help you clean up.” you offered.

> “Oh no- you.. you don’t have to do that. Uh. I’m down, I was just caught off guard because when you showed up I was zoned out.” he nervously laughed and opened his door wider, gesturing for you to walk in.

> You walked in and set the grocery bag down on the kitchen island to the left. He went straight for the bag and started snooping while you started picking up items to clear the space you were going to get comfortable in.

> “Smirnoff…?” He said in an almost childlike wonder way.

> “Ah, yeah,” you started, “I remembered it was your go to at bars, and I wanted to see how it would taste in a milkshake.”

> Oh you were perfect.

> “Also, Tom, We need to talk.. but don’t get mad with me.”

> Tom scoffed and turned around to start the dishes, “I could never be mad at you y/n, don’t be stupid.”

> “I don’t, actually. I feel like some of our bickers are not jokes.”

> “Well to clarify, I’m only teasing.”

> “Back to the point, Tom,” you started and he hummed in response, “I like you Tom.”

> No.

> “Yeah me too y/n. You’re fun to be around.”

> “Nono, Tom, I mean.. romantically.”

> The sound of dishes stopped with a crash of glass. Nothing broke, but it was loud enough to startle you.

> You stood up and turned to look towards Tom to see him standing there with wide white eyes and a red face.

> “What..?” He said like a child, and it made you laugh.

> “Yeah, I love being around you, I like your presence.. albeit I could live without the insults, but I love your sass and your jokes. You’re funny, you’re pretty, and I wanna know more about you.. more than the Tom I know.”

> “y/n.”

> “Yea?”

> “I don’t even know what to say in this situation, but know I do feel the same. I feel strongly..? If I could jump off the walls like a damn molecule, I would. Y/n, I really like you too.”

> “Oh what a relief. For a second, you had me believing that the boys were wrong.”

> Tom laughed.. out loud. It made your heart melt because it was a genuine one for once, “You dummy! I’m sure you had Edd and Matt biting their fingernails in frustration over this.”

> “i’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner!”

> “I’m just happy you noticed at all.”

#tom x reader #tom x reader eddsworld #fanfic #eddsworld #eddsworld fanfic #tom fanfic #eddsworld x reader #i don’t know what else to tag this i’ve never written fanfiction before #tom eddsworld #ew tom #tom ew #eddsworld tom #ew x reader

[cozage]

The Mystery Baker

A/N: just a morsel of Zosan Characters: Sanji x Zoro, but a few of the strawhats are included too :)  Total word count: 1.4k

Sanji hadn’t been off the boat for long. He only had to run and grab a few items from the island they had landed on, and he then had come right back, eager to wait on Nami’s and Robin’s every need. 

But when he entered the kitchen, the delightful smell of chocolate chip cookies filled his nostrils. On the cooling rack laid a dozen cookies, still warm from the oven. 

Cookies that he hadn’t made. 

Someone had been using his kitchen while he was gone.

He couldn’t think of anyone on the ship who would bake, especially while he wasn’t around. If anyone had needs, they simply asked him and he fulfilled them. He couldn’t decide if he should be annoyed someone used his space, or thrilled that someone was interested in the art of creating food. 

The cookies were still warm, but he picked one up and smelled it. They were made from scratch, he could smell the specialized ingredients in them. An over-indulgent amount of sugar, chocolate chips, vanilla, and a few ingredients he hadn’t expected to sense. Cream cheese, almond extract, and nutmeg..or was it cinnamon? It was so faint, he could barely make it out. 

Sanji bit off a small piece, curious how the flavors interacted with each other, and let out a soft moan from the taste. The cookies were a perfect mix of savory and sweet, the chocolate chips instantly melting in his mouth. 

Not that he’d ever admit it, but Sanji wasn’t sure if he could make a chocolate chip cookie that tasted this heavenly. The after flavors swirled and lingered in his mouth, making him fall in love with their creator without even knowing who they belonged to.

He shoved the rest in his mouth and plated a few to take along with him, eager to find out who had created them. It was clear that whoever had made this dessert had put extreme precision and care into the process. Such a feat was only handled by a woman’s gentle touch, so he set off to find Robin. 

“Robin, my love!” He sang as he danced over to her. “If you wanted to make sweets, all you had to do was ask!”

Robin’s eyes flicked up from her book and rested on the tray of desserts. 

“Cookies!” Nami called, walking up behind Sanji and plucking one from the plate. “Sanji, you really shouldn’t have!”

Nami took a bite, eyes rolling back in her head in delight. “You’ve really outdone yourself,” she praised, mouth still full. “These are amazing!”

Sanji gave a smile, pleased to see that Nami enjoyed them. But he couldn’t take the credit for them. “Actually, Robin-chan-”

“I didn’t make them,” Robin interjected, smiling as she watched Nami swoon over a dessert. “But I would like to try one, given Nami’s reaction.”

Robin tried to hide her satisfaction, but it was evident to Sanji that she had the same emotions towards the sweet as both he and Nami had. 

But now, Sanji was extremely confused. If it wasn’t Robin or Nami, then he wasn’t sure who had the capability to cook. In fact, there were probably only three other men on the ship who even knew how to use an oven, and he was certain none of them would have the touch to create such a delightful treat.

“Franky!” Sanji called, entering the workshop. “Did you use my kitchen while I was gone?”

Sparks flew from Franky’s project, but the cyborg stopped his experiment and turned his attention to the cook. 

“Oh hey, dude! Dinner time already?!” Franky set down his tools and brushed himself off, but Sanji shook his head. 

“Did you use the kitchen today?” Sanji asked again, holding up the tray of cookies. 

“Weird bribe, but no.” Franky took a cookie and threw it in his mouth. His eyes instantly sparkled, tears overflowing in an instant. 

“Hey man, these are like, the most super cookies I’ve ever had! Let me have another one!”

Sanji had a bad feeling in his gut now and quickly moved the tray away from the cyborg. 

“You’ll get better ones later!” he shouted, storming out the door and down the hallway. 

Nothing was making any sense. The only other person Sanji could see baking was Brook, but he didn’t even have tastebuds to make them. Everyone else was useless in the kitchen; worse than useless. 

Perhaps someone had snuck aboard and put poison in the cookies in an attempt to kill or weaken the crew. Perhaps a drug had been added to the mixture, and now half of the crew would be unable to fight if someone were to attack. 

That had to be the explanation. Even if he didn’t feel strange now, surely the effects would kick in soon. Of course nobody on the ship had cooked in his kitchen without his permission. Of course they had waited for him to get back. Of course he-

“What the hell are you doing with my cookies?” A gruff voice called from behind him, startling him from his thoughts. 

Sanji’s head swiveled around to find that annoying swordman glaring at him from down the hallway. 

The blonde scoffed. “These are not your cookies.”

“Like hell they’re not!” Zoro stormed toward the cook and snatched the plate from his hands. “I made them!”

Sanji reached for the plate, his anger rising. “You couldn’t make something this delicious, mosshead! Nice try!”

“What the hell do you mean?!” Zoro held the cookies just out of reach. “I made them while you were gone! I always make them while you go shopping!”

“I’ve never seen them here before!” 

Sanji lunged for the plate, but Zoro blocked him with his own body, and Sanji could smell the faint smell of vanilla and almonds on the swordsman’s skin. 

“I usually make them and eat them before you get back!” Zoro shouted, pressing his forehead against Sanji’s to keep him locked in place. “Don’t even give me shit about it, because I clean up everything and put it back before you finish your little island visits.”

His words gave Sanji pause. Being this close, Sanji could smell the chocolate and spices across Zoro’s breath, and for some reason he found himself flustered at his proximity to Zoro’s lips. 

He quickly ripped himself away from the swordsman, still glaring at him. There was no way that a shitty swordsman like him could create something sent straight from the heavens. Sanji refused to accept that. 

“And where exactly did you learn to bake like that?” Sanji shot back, trying to ignore the drumming in his ears.

“The dojo!” Zoro yelled. “We had a baking fundraiser every month to raise money! Now, do you mind? I’d like to go enjoy my cookies in peace!”

“Get out of my sight,” Sanji hissed, turning away from the swordsman. “And don’t use my kitchen without asking!”

“As if you’d ever realize I was in there!” Zoro yelled back, storming away. 

God, Sanji’s heartbeat was so loud in his chest, he was certain the whole island could hear it. And his face felt so abnormally hot that he had to go to the bathroom just to calm down. 

That damn swordsman was always pissing him off, making him worked up over things for no reason. He splashed some water on his face and checked himself in the mirror. His cheeks were still pink from how angry he was about the whole ordeal. 

He had been looking forward to convincing Nami or Robin to make a fresh batch with him by their side. He would have followed their every order and listened to their every demand. And once he had learned how to make them, those ladies would never have to work again. He would make them whenever they requested. 

But that hadn’t been the case. He couldn’t even admit that he was craving another one, because even just saying that would give the mosshead an overwhelming amount of satisfaction that Sanji refused to give him. 

He finally worked up the nerve to walk into the kitchen, where he found one chocolate chip cookie on a plate. A note lay next to it, and Sanji picked it up to read it. 

Since you thought they were so delicious, here’s another one. Will show you how to make them if you ask. 

Sanji had to admit, the idea of cooking with the swordsman by his side made his heart flutter.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #zosan #one piece zosan #op zosan #zosan fanfic #zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #sanji #zoro #✧˚zoro✧˚ #✧˚sanji✧˚

[fumifooms]

i know you aren't really into marcille/laios any longer, but since you went looking online for dungeon meshi doujins, did you happen to find any other marcille/laios ones? (funnily enough at the convention i was at a couple weeks back they had like five, but they were extremely over-exaggerated and personally i prefer my fan content relatively in character...)

Ok first of all: Yeah listen laimar doesn’t have a grip on me anymore but I still quite enjoy it! Just more passively… Altho I do have an analysis that focuses a lot on the importance they hold to each other in my early stage wips drafts, and listen in canon I do think they’re queerplatonic flavored, call me an ot3 qpr truther because Laios Marcille and Falin have a something going on and it transcends being put into a box. But hey hey I reblog laimar artworks I bought that recent doujin I put laimar fics in my -checks- 106 pages long to-read list… Also I have like 5 pages of fanfic prompts for them I may or may not get to writing. Though yeah I do feel bad whenever I notice people following after liking all my laimar posts haha

Sadly to get to the meat of the topic, not really… I don’t go to cons for lack of opportunity so whatever I find is through online. The one I got is The Fourth Basement Floor, it has an english ver and seems so so very in character I can’t wait to get it! Otherwise I’ve looked on Otakurepublic since I use their services for merch from Japan, warning if you click on the link, there are none right now but 18+ ones can’t be filtered out and covers can be pretty explicit. I don’t remember any other laimar one except the one nsfw one I think, but on the plus side there are a lot of gen no ships doujins. I’m bothered because looking back I feel like the catalogue of doujins was wider when I looked all those months ago and it feels like I’m forgetting something hmm… I wish I could help more, but yeah 😔 Pixiv has many laimar comics up (in japanese) if that sates the hunger any

As consolation since I’m already here, why not show some of my laimar things laying around gathering dust I’m fond of. Don’t look if you don’t want to be spoiled for fics I may or may not write I guess? All down below is just laimar prompts

I spoke about some various ones and esp my timeline where she gets him into Daltian Clan here. "Laios… I was wondering, because you enjoy fantasy stories right? I was wondering if you’d like to give my favorite book series a go… It has monsters!" I love love love post-canon laimar where he gets the habit of chewing on her hair because he’s stimming and hungry. Like a goat.

Laios goes to Marcille for love advice.  "You like someone?! Do I know them?" She eagerly asked. "Erm… Yes…?" // Post-canon. He’s so nervous and puts his foot in his mouth n lets things slip out that he thought would give him away. (Comic) "You like someone??! What are they like? Who are they?" And he’s like "Well… She’s a half-elf." He’s like shit she’ll probably know right away. And she goes still. "I’ve never met another half-elf!! We’re so rare! You’re saying you met one and didn’t tell me???!" She’s shaking him. And then she goes still again, contempt drawing on her face. "Wait… Are you asking me for advice because I’m a half-elf?" Laios runs with it "Yes!! And because you’re so savvy with romance and what people like…? If, uh, if you were a half-elf, what would you like to get as a gift? What sort of confession would you want?" "… You saved it there. Okay so since I’m so knowledgeable on romance, tell me what is she like?" "-describes Marcille-" She nods, smug yet oblivious. "Aah I can already tell we’d be great friends. Good taste." (then Thinking bubble with him giving her flowers at a restaurant "Did you know roses are edible and used in recipes", candlelit dinner, or wait maybe the most romantic is cooking together alone at home, chocolate! It’s expensive though… Wait I’m king now!)

Lil comic, Laios wakes up snuggled against Marcille’s back then promptly falls off the bed. The noise makes Marcille wake up and she’s like omg are u ok?? Laios is so sweaty and panicked and in denial about her being special to him.  She explains, disgruntled at the memory "Izutsumi is bunking in with Chilchuck again, they’re taking the whole bedrolls." Pause. "Sorry, I should have told you, but you like sleeping with Izutsumi too so I figured…" She looked sheepish. "Between you and Senshi, I much prefer sleeping with you. It feels sort of nostalgic, like a sleepover, no?" He relaxes and gets in the bed again, smiling. "But… We’ve never had a sleepover?" She chuckles "I guess not. I must be getting that impression because of Falin…" And the air between them is warm yet bittersweet now, as she smiles like that and his eyes and smile cloud over. The earlier instinctive reluctance to touch is gone now. She snuggles into his arms and is like "Hug me?" "Okay." And he does, wraps his arms around her and tucks his chin over her head.

Post canon, marcille takes him to a squid restaurant. Cute lighthearted hehe. He sulks "If there are any parasites in this I will ban squid from this kingdom or so help me…"

Short post canon fluff marcille pov about laios gaining weight n becoming chubby. She used to dream of chiseled abs and angular elves, laios in every way, shape and form is so far from the beauty standards she idealized so. And yet… She loves how soft sleeping against him is, how much there’s more of him for her to hug and nuzzle her face in. She loves seeing him and seeing someone strong, who isn’t malnourished or underweight, someone healthy with color in their skin. An healthy appetite. He used to look more like a rectangle, severe and strict, but now he looked rounder, and seeing him smile at her always made her feel like that roundness suited him. She smiled back, and melted thinking about how her boyfriend was the sweetest in the world. ^I still wanna do this one really bad. Sometimes a fic premise comes from nowhere and puts you in a chokehold and you must finish it to obtain catharsis

Short oneshot about laios musing about Marcille’s smile, how important it is to him in subtle ways etc: Ends with Laios being like wait there’s something off (succubus). Then he grabbed her throat. Or smth

Laios seeing her dungeon like "this is so wrong Marcille you can’t run a dungeon for shit" and also "WHAT ARE THESE HORRORS OF MONSTERS NOO THEY CAN’T BE EFFECTIVE LIKE THAT"

Dinner for two: Very warm. Marcille and Laios are meeting up and cooking a dinner just for them both, no one else is there. They’re being so domestic and it’s light. Laios pauses at some point, doing the dishes, saying… I’ve always worried, thinking doing things like these would remind me of my parents.

Laios doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he actually *likes* likes Marcille, so he avoids her. Everyone notices and is disapproving of him.

Her mana acts up and she shares her dream with someone, kinda like with Izutsumi. Listen the premise could be smutty but I think it’d be more fun if they just hanged out n were silly, like the nightmares chapter without the nightmare

Laimar pining but from the view of Chilchuck, his love hatred sensing a storm brewing. The giggling, the looks. Ugh! It reminded him of himself and his wife when they were young and newly dating.

I love Laios and Izu being worsties so. Laios sees izutsumi rubbing her scent on marcille’s clothes and gets possessive. Maybe Golden Kingdom maybe something else I have no clue but Laios being ridiculous and cheek rubbing or something <3

I might want to do an AU where Laios gets into werebeast ring fighting, before canon and the split happens after he deserts the military. So he’s alone, has nothing going for him and stumbles into that sphere and gets werebeast tattoos done. It doesn’t make him happier at all and fighting sucks actually, but it brings money and he likes being a beast and being cheered by a crowd aka illusion of being liked, and money brings food and eating is the privilege of the living etc etc. So then when he goes to check on Falin at the academy it’s a big AU where he has a whole other reputation and look to him, and when he meets izutsumi their relationship is different and aaaaaa… He’s freeer in this au, lets himself be animalistic and weird, even though ofc the arc is him letting himself be more human as well and connecting with humans, through talking and infodumping n shit. Oh I went off but the laimar is because it’s inspired by cool laimar art here (warning tho it’s an art dump with toudencest also 😔) but werewolf Laios laimar AUs… A lotta fun stuff there idk idk

#Laimar #ask #Ppl can send me laimar asks tbh idk when i’d get to them but i do still love them #Not all that much left i wanna explore analysis or post wise with them though #Laios touden #marcille donato #Fanfic wips #Dungeon meshi #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers

[kadextra]

q!Forever & q!Bad, comedy and tragedy are two sides of the same coin

(little meta rp analysis & appreciation)

Comedy and tragedy- complimentary concepts when it comes to the dynamic that is these two characters.

Their lore together is truly like a soap opera to me in the way it operates, entertaining in how goofy it is- I laughed so much during interrodate. They had a whole elaborate musical prank war over a stolen gun (which neither of them even had, they’re just too dedicated to the bit.) The first thing they say to each other after q!Forever returns from the nether is “You look terrible!” 💀 and my guy gifted a bloody chainsaw as the flower of the day to q!Bad in purgatory 1 which was happily accepted.

Even when the characters show attraction for each other, it’s usually through some ridiculous romcom thing. q!Forever is in love with q!Bad dressed as pink barbie and thinks photos of her are the best gift a person could ever receive?? 🤨 q!Bad daydreams about q!Forever as a lobster with blonde hair and a six-pack??? brother be projecting him onto larry the lobster from spongebob squarepants dude what is wrong with them 😭 sometimes I wonder how they’re able to do all these bits in improv and take it seriously, it’s impressive

The characters are not normal, their relationship is not normal, it cannot be viewed normally. the ccs know exactly what they’re doing in creating whatever *gestures* this is, and it’s amazing. over the top, cute, played perfectly for comedy

But the characters aren’t just that, you can’t have them without the inverse 🎭 like a punch to the gut after all the sillies, they really know how to do tragedy well.

I very much look forward to whenever they’re at the top of their angst game, bc they both LOVE to make their cubitos suffer. to an insane degree. My god these two can’t go 3 days with their characters experiencing some peace and joyful whimsy, they *must* rp their ocs actively dying, horribly diseased, going crazy

And they go hard with it. I’m very serious when I say multiple times during the lore I’ve had to get up and walk away to calm down because it was too intense. super special shoutout to the q!Forever first happy pills arc stream & October 1st q!Bad psychotic breakdown stream. I’ve never been so shocked as I was watching those live, the stamina to do highly emotional rp like that is actually nuts. some of the most angsty mfs on this server fr (the #1 spot goes to quackity though. hey maybe i’ll make a tierlist)

So when Bad & Forever bring the best of their angst ability into serious rp interactions together that Aren’t comedic…? we are in for a treat. that talk they had right when q!cellbit died to the code, the richas rescue mission, the election, voting arguments, post-ron kidnapping, colorblind test/therapy, flower of the day. many scenes that are seared into my mind, but none is more so than The Happy Pills Proposal. goosebumps whenever I think about it… the scene ever. the way it was framed, the lines they said, how it had tense, chilling buildup before a literal explosion. how are these people capable of doing the most silly things and then turning around to stab us in the heart 50 times

So you bet I’m crossing my fingers for a meeting between @v@ & q!Bad. Forever is absolutely killing the role so far. If q!Bad gets involved I can already taste the glorious angst…. since he has specific traumatic experience in also being possessed, & having killed his possessed friends in another life. he recalled the memory when talking about how to save q!Forever last night. fun! *shaking*

anyways that’s all :D love these characters, I had been wanting to do a little meta appreciation post for a while so I thought why not now ^^

#qsmp #qsmp forever #qsmp badboyhalo

[call-sign-shark]

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary:  With the Russians gone and Father Hughes dead, you and Arthur can enjoy some romantic moments together, including a proposal. After talking about your future, you both decide to leave Birmingham to build a family away from Small Heath's filth. But that dawning happiness is soon wrecked by Thomas and his plans.

Words: 6k

TW:  tooth-rotting fluff, like really sweet moments, angst, quick allusion to smut, typical canon violence, mention of death penalty, allusions to death by hanging

Notes:

✞ This chapter signs the start of season 4 and, consequently, the end of the first Act of Heaven in Your Eyes. Following this chapter, there will be a two-week pause for the series. Also, parts borrowed from the show are italicized.

✞ The song Heaven sings is a French cover of Bad Guy. You can just click on the French lyrics to open the song and listen to it.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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Arthur let out a long sigh of relief escape from his lips as his body slipped a bit more into the hot and soapy water of the bathtub. The smell of body soap, whose fragrances were those of honey and vanilla, wrapped his mind in a sweet haze. But those pleasant scents were nothing compared to the perfume of your skin his senses could recognize even hidden behind the synthetic ones. Following the last violent and chaotic events of the past few days, this moment of pure relaxation felt like a delightful reward. Everything had happened so fast, in a matter of three days, that none of you really had time to process everything. At least, the worst was behind you.

The oldest Shelby brother was lying in the hot water, his back resting against the bath tube’s edge and your tiny frame snuggled in his arms. You were locked in a tight embrace, with your legs entangled and your bodies firmly pressed against each other. The smile that was etched on your juicy lips widened as the melody of his soft sighs and the water’s lapping lulled you to drowsiness. He looked down to observe you and his mind drifted away. The last time he was in a bathtub with a woman — or with two, to be true — Arthur was snorting a ridiculously dangerous amount of snow and drowning his pain in meaningless sex. It was right after the Peaky Blinders had taken over the Eden’s Club by Tommy’s orders. At this period of his life, Arthur was at his worst and he was still very much ashamed of his past conduct.  All he wanted to do back then was to sabotage himself. And yet, here he was, two years later, in the bathroom of his little house — and not in some shady London clubs —, with God’s favorite seraph all nestled in his arms.  He had come far. A comforting wave of warmth spread in his soul as he watched you, his heart filled with both pride and ecstasy. Arthur, more than anyone else, was aware of how lucky he was to have you. For sure he strongly believed he did not deserve your love, but if there was one thing he knew it was that he would never let you go. Never. His long fingers softly moved aside one wet strand of your ivory hair, slipping it behind your ear.  As he did, he could not help but smile. Life finally made sense to him when he looked at you, half asleep in that bathtub. The truth was, he would go through everything again — the war, the pain, the suicide attempt, the hell of addictions, and the catastrophic wedding — just to hold you like this. Wet lips tasting like honey and whisky gently shook you off your torpor with enamored pecks they sprinkled all over your face. First, it was the corner of your mouth, then your cheeks, and, finally,  your forehead. You lifted your heavy lids and looked up only to be welcomed by his ravishing grin and his piercing blue eyes. Those damn eyes you’d die for.

“Yer a cute sleepyhead, eh.”

“Mmm.” You mumbled, slowly emerging from your sweet drowsiness, “It’s your fault.” You teased with a sleepy voice before gently nibbling his earlobe. The light pressure of your teeth on his flesh caused him to groan in pleasure. His grip strengthened on you, long fingers digging a bit more into your porcelain skin. 

“My fault?” He raised a brow all the while rubbing his clean-shaven cheek against yours in a sign of both affection and arousal.

“You did not let me sleep that much the past few days.” You replied with a gleam of amusement in your eyes. As an answer, Arthur’s hoarse laugh rose up to the ceiling. 

“Can't keep my hands off you eh,” He said with a lower voice before rubbing your nose with his in an adorable bunny kiss. His soft facial hair tickled your skin, causing you to laugh with him, “the urge to make love to you is too fookin irresistible… Ye make me lose me fookin’ mind,” He growled in your ear. You low-key trapped your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt one of his calloused hands trailing up your ribs with a caress as soft as a feather “And speaking about makin’ love…”

“Lord, are you even tired?” A gentle chuckle escaped from your lips. Before he could even react, you stopped him in his tracks and swiftly shifted your body until you sat on his hips and faced him. He looked at you with desire blazing in his eyes and smirked, his mustache slightly lifting as did. 

“Not with you all naked in front of me, love.”  Arthur brought his face closer, but all his lips met was your index finger you had slipped on your mouth to keep him from kissing you.

“I had something else in mind, chéri.”

“Come on, lemme kiss you…”  He complained, the tip of his tongue gently licking your finger in a teasing way. The wet caress sent shivers down your spine but even though you really wanted him, you did not give in to his lust.

“No.” You replied, your smile turning into a sharp grin.

He was about to protest a bit more vividly when you slipped your small hands in his hair and started to massage his head. 

“What are you—“ Arthur opened his eyes wide for a few seconds at the unexpected sensation of your fingertips exerting the perfect pressure on his scalp. And then, the whole traits of his face relaxed in an adorable expression, “Oh. Fuuuck—“  He sighed in ecstasy. Shut off by your touch, Arthur squeezed his lids and slightly parted his lips. Enjoying the way he reacted to your touch, you looked at him with a playful smile but what you saw instead almost break your heart. The expression on his face was indescribable — he looked like a beaten dog who had just discovered what tenderness was after a life of abuse and violence. Arthur let out a shaky moan as he gave in under your fingers like a wounded animal finally finding both the comfort and help it needed for years. 

Your softness. Your love. Your patience... It all felt so good he could have cried. 

Feeling him shivering, you deepened the massage and did your best to relax his poor exhausted body. Indeed, you poured all your love into each of your gestures, hoping your sweetness would sip through the crack of his mind and heal his deepest wounds. And as Arthur melt in your hands, the enchanting melody of your voice filled the room and sent him to paradise.

“Tachée de sang ou d’autre chose, Caché, tu rodes et moi je n’ose Parler, on mets la nuit sur pause Tu te prends pour un autre Des bleus partout sur mes genoux Tais-toi c'est moi qui tient ton cou Cette fois je fais ce que je veux J'ai l'âme coupée en deux.”

His breath slowed down at your hypnotic voice whose tone, feathery and supernatural, hold him in a blissful trance.  Curiously enough, the fact he did not understand French only enhanced the impression he was listening to an otherworldly chant. Arthur buried his face in your bosom, his whole being reacting to your voice with goosebumps and shivers. Every synapse of his brain recalled the first time he had heard you sing in this church, lost in the middle of the night. 

“Toi t'es un gars dur, tu aime avoir l'air sûr Bien blindée ton armure et défoncer des murs Moi je fais peur à ta mère, à tes sœurs J'ai ton père dans l'viseur Et ta go veut que j'meurs Je suis le méchant.”

Your fingers continued their work, massaging his head and petting his wet hair with utter tenderness, all the while you kept singing. You sang and Arthur healed. A smile appeared through dawning tears he was fighting hard against, for he was convinced he just found gold and even a few stars in your voice. 

After the romantic bath, both of you reluctantly left the comforting warmth of each other to dress for the last family reunion. In fact, now that Tommy and Tatiana’s business came to a satisfying end for the two parties, he had organized one ultimate meeting with the Shelbys to give the money he owed them.  He, as well as the rest of the Shelby/Gray house, was well aware that Arthur and you took the decision to leave Birmingham to pursue a quieter life. Surprisingly enough, the idea came from Arthur. He had told you about how he would love to open a garage and fix cars, while you had shared with him your inner desire to live near a forest to remind you of the luxuriant nature of your childhood town. Somehow, the smog of Birmingham never made you feel at home. Nevertheless, none of you wanted to do something without the other’s approbation. You were more than decided to face life as you had always done since you met: together, as a unique and vibrating soul. Yet, contrary to Linda, you had reassured him about the family business. In fact, you made clear that you would stick around if he wanted to. In no way you wished to interfere between your man and his family, as long as the risks for him remain tolerable. But Arthur felt the protective need to take you away from Small Heath’s filth. Moreover, he wished to leave his murderous past behind him and focus on the future — a future that was made of you, a house in the forest, and a little mix of both of you running barefoot in the grass.

You let out a cloud of smoke escaping from your lips. Quietly smoking in the garden of Tommy’s magnificent mansion, you looked at the guests coming and entering the house without wasting the slightest minute. They were all eager to retrieve their due and leave. You could have done the same, but you wanted to enjoy the pleasant and soothing feeling of sun rays caressing your frozen skin before locking yourself up in a room with Tommy Shelby and his never-ending speeches. The sound of a car engine made you look to your right: Polly had just arrived with Michael. The poor lad was still under the shock of Father Hughes’ death by his own hands but did his best not to let it show. However, no one could hide something from the witch you were. You took one quick look at Michael and knew something was off. The tiny flame that was burning in his blue eyes when he first came to Birmingham was now extinguished, blown away by the poison of guilt now running through his veins.

Pol greeted you with a warm smile as she passed by you. She was delighted by your presence, and even more by the fact Arthur and you were about to leave the town. She, as well as John, could only thank you for the good you brought upon the oldest Shelby. Regarding Michael, he only nodded to acknowledge your presence before disappearing into the mansion.

“Aunt Heaven!” A little girl, as beautiful as a rose and with a smile as beaming as the sun itself, suddenly rushed to you. Her little feet were hammering the gravel track, ejecting tiny pebbles each time they hit the ground. You stubbed out your cigarette on a small decorative wall and opened your arms to catch Katie, ready to get tackled with her hug. She snuggled against you as soon as she reached you, “Dad says you’re going to leave. Is it true? Can’t you stay? I really don’t want you to leave you know. Who’s gonna play with me now?”

You chuckled, trying to make sense of Katie’s speech because she had talked in such a chaotic and quick pace you had barely understood one word out of two, “I’m not going that far kitty-Kat, you know,” You leaned over her to lay a sweet kiss on her forehead. She reacted with a silky pout.

“But you’re leaving me!”

“Would you forgive me if I braid your hair?”

“Ohhh yess! Yours are always so beautiful — just like my doll!” 

“Aw thank you, kitty Kat.” You put your hands on her shoulders and made her turn around to start braiding her hair with your skillful fingers. It was something you had always liked to do to your little sister, back in France. After her death, you kept doing so on yourself as a way to keep her alive. Since then, your long white hair were more than often adorned with a huge variety of braids. “We‘ll still see each other. And you’ll spend some holidays with Uncle Arthur and me, right? So that I could teach you to bake delicious pastries for your family.”

“For my family? No way, I’ll learn only to make myself pastries and eat them in front of my stupid brothers! Serves them right to break my pony figure!” The little one blurted out with genuine mischief, letting you rearrange her blonde hair in one long French braid. 

“You’re absolutely right. Oh wait… Stay still, kitty. Can’t braid your hair if ya keep moving like that.” You advised with a caring and patient tone. 

Katie tried to remain quiet, but her wonderful children's mind was buzzing with so many thoughts at once it took only five seconds for her to bombard you with questions again. God knew how she managed to stay more or less still despite her overflooding energy. “Dad says living in the countryside is good for babies. Are you and Uncle Arthur going to have a baby?” She asked out of the blue.  You snort with amusement at her vivacity. Kids and their tact, you thought.

“I’d love to,” 

“When?” She straight off replied.

“That’s quite a difficult thing to know, darling… Let’s just wait for it to happen,” Your fingers were braiding the last strands of hair, “Almost done,” you said —  to be true you were quite proud of the result. Even though Katie was such a beautiful little girl you were not sure if the braid embellished her or if it was the other way round.

“But you are a witch. You know everything. That’s what Dad says.” 

“Seems like your Dad doesn’t know how it works.” 

“And how does it—“

“Katie? Come here, sweetie. Charlies’ nanny is waiting for you!” Esme’s voice called. 

It was all it took for Katie to hug you tight, thank you for the braid, and rush toward her mother. Taking into account the importance of this last meeting, Thomas had asked the household staff to take care of the children and not let them interrupt the adults. You looked at Katie’s little swift silhouette disappearing with the nanny with tenderness in your aquamarine eyes. For sure, you were going to miss John and his kids. 

When she left, your eyes instinctively searched for Arthur. He had just finished talking with John, who had followed his wife inside not without giving you a wink. You would have chuckled at John’s charming and teasing demeanor if you had not noticed a tint of nervousness in Arthur’s body language. Indeed, he was standing in front of the massive door, playing with his fingers and taking repeated quick glances at you before looking at his own feet, all bashful and hesitant. Your protective instincts kicked in, wondering what was wrong.  Finally, he made his way to you with his adorable awkward walk and his arms swinging.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your brows slightly furrowed as you tried to understand the reason behind his anxiety.  Once he had reached you, he grabbed your hips to pull you closer.

“Yeah I’m good, me mind was just — Y’know, just thinking about far too many things at once,” He had barely finished his sentence when he fell silent. 

“Arthur?” 

Arthur’s gaze dived into yours, his steel-blue eyes observing the slightest variations of your irises with a deep focus as if he wished to grasp all the secrets God hid beneath them. He could have stayed like this forever, losing himself in the vastness of the frosted desert that composed your alluring eyes. Yet, he was snatched from his contemplation by the soft sensation of your fingers grazing his cheek.

“What’s the matter, mon amour?”  You reiterated, genuinely worried. 

The wind blew in the garden, making your wild ivory mane dance behind you along with the petals of the flowers that were surrounding your frames. Arthur remained silent and kept staring at you — and as he did, your ethereal beauty mesmerized him and he felt his hesitation vanishing in stardust.

“Listen angel, I gotta tell ye something. I’ve been thinking about the whole matter for a while, and tried my best not to make things go too fast...”, The gravel in his voice was coated with palpable nervousness. Arthur paused, at the edge of freaking out, but rather took another deep breath. He hated himself for struggling so much to express himself. That was why his strong hands abandoned your hips and cupped your face in his slightly moist palms, “It’s just that… I can’t wait any longer.” That being said, the tall gangster laid a shy kiss on your juicy lips —contrasting so much with the way he usually devoured them in bed— and to your greatest surprise, took a few steps back right after.

You blinked in confusion, not quite following what he was trying to say, nor what he wanted to do “What do you mean?” You asked, your body yearning for his touch when he backed off.

Arthur parted his lips to say something but, once again, he could not find the right words to share his overwhelming feelings. Instead, he decided to go for it. With one trembling hand, he took a little something out of his pocket.

“Heaven — I know I am not the most handsome lad in town,” He started, nervously tightening his fist around the object he was holding in his palm, “nor the most mentally stable man you have probably met. To be true, I am quite pathetic… A fookin trash. Can’t believe you accept me as I am” Arthur looked at the ground for a few seconds, ashamed of his whole being. “You’re a young and stunning little lady, and I am an old and broken dog eh,” He sniffed, trying to keep composure, “But I’m a good man, I really am. And that good man wants to be a good husband for you.”

Husband. It echoed in your soul, resonating in your skull. Was it really happening? It could not be what you were thinking about, right? You swallowed the lump in your throat, hung onto his every move and word. 

“I am not perfect —  to be true I’ll probably go back home drunk as fook sometimes and fall on my knees, begging you to save me. Cause you’re the only one that can do that, eh” He chuckled nervously and dived into your eyes. This time he managed to keep eye contact. “but I swear to God I’ll do my best to take care of you and make you the happiest,” Joining actions to his words, Arthur’s free hand took yours. His other one, shaking with anticipation and fear of rejection, processed to slowly slip a shiny gold ring around your finger. Your heart imploded in your tight chest as the cold metal touched your skin, “I don’t want another woman ever again — there’s just you. Only you. So I might not be the best, but you can be sure I’ll remain faithful to you, my Angel… And if you ever doubt my loyalty, I’ll build a fookin’ altar to your beauty and pray on my knees,” He freed your hand from his to let you admire the magnificent ring that was now adorning it. 

You lowered your gaze toward the precious jewel and your whole body shook at the sight of the ring. It was really happening.

“Heaven Lavey… “ He cleared his throat, “Would you marry me?”

“Bloody Hell, Arthur.” You swore, unable to choke your reaction. All your life you told yourself no one would ever want the cursed witch you were. Let alone the murder charges against you. You have walked through this existence all alone, convinced it would never change. Yet you found him — a man who was not only in love with you but who literally worshipped you like a goddess. You looked at Arthur’s face again, your angelic face covered by a veil of utter surprise. You stood silent for a few moments which felt like an eternity to Arthur. His anxiety escalated for he could not survive without you. And when he said that he meant it: your mouth held the power to destroy him with one simple word… “ Of course, I want to marry you,” You finally said as you broke the distance between you with determined steps and almost jumped at his neck to pull him in a furiously enraptured embrace, “No matter what awaits me in this life, good or bad, I don’t want it if you’re not by my side, Arthur Shelby. You make me feel safe. You make me feel… Holy. And I’m not used to that.” 

“Christ!”  He exclaimed, unable to hold his joy any longer, “Come here Miss Shelby!” His hoarse and loud voice boomed in the garden. Not minding the rest of the world, Arthur’s arms wrapped around your waist right before he lifted you from the ground. Laughter escaped from your full lips, as well as tears of happiness breaking at the corner of your eyes, “My Angel, come with me to this meeting — not as me lover but as me fiancee.” 

Your feet met the ground again but your heart was still floating. 

“That’s fine with me.” You replied. Bringing your fingers to your eyes, you quickly wiped the tears away, taking care not to ruin your makeup. When your hand fell back against your hips, Arthur’s slipped his in yours and entangled your fingers together. You exchanged one last look, filled with undying love and hope for the future, before sinking deep into the corridors of the mansion. Here you both walked, unknowingly leaving the eye of the storm.

Not the slightest word came from your tantalizing mouth during the whole reunion. Thomas’ cold demeanor and the few arguments here and there managed to severely undermine the exhilarating joy Arthur’s proposal had brought to you. With one look, you both silently decided to wait for another moment to announce your wedding. As you observe little King Shelby distributing money, his temper short and fallible, a sudden unpleasant feeling broke through your core. It was similar to what you had felt when you had sensed something was going to happen to Charlie, except that the feeling was so intense this time it almost took your breath away. Not understanding where did this sudden unease come from, you clenched your fingers on your own seat and tried to calm down by focusing on Thomas’ speech. However, his words were soon covered by the thundering sound of your beating heart, whose pace had quickened so brutally that your whole ribcage was shaking at each pulse. 

Something was wrong. Definitely wrong. 

Fortunately enough, Pol’s last interjection about a different future for the Shelby company marked the end of that tense family reunion. Following a brief silence, you got up from your chair and put your left hand on one of Arthur’s shoulders. You were about to discreetly ask if you could leave but words remained stuck in your throat: the truth was you did not want to rob him of his family goodbye. So, you simply gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze before stepping back and waiting, even though the unexplainable urge to get out of this house worsened as minutes passed. 

“I’ll be off then, Tom.” He sniffed, “I’ll see you, eh? I’ll see you brother.” 

The humble farewell, sober like the rest of the Shelby’s way to show affection toward each other, pinched your heart. No matter the problems in which they got themselves or the endless arguments, there was love in this family. Broken, awkward, and sometimes violent love, but still. You quietly made your goodbyes too in the background — A nod of the head for Finn, Michael, Esmee, and uncle Charlie. A hug for Ada, Polly, Lizzie, and Curly. You thought you could handle it well until it came to John. Your eyes met his saddened pout, and your self-control break down. A single tear rolled down your cheek for the deep bond you had formed with him rendered the farewell more painful than with the other family members. Without uttering a single word, John pulled you in a bear hug so tight the pressure he exerted on your body was almost uncomfortable, but you could not care less. You gently rub his broad back with your hands and, when the moment to pull away happened, you laid a long kiss on his cheek. 

“I’ll miss you, little Angel.” 

“We’ll see each other. I promise.” 

The last thing you did was look away and do your best not to meet his gaze because you know you would probably burst into tears if you did. John religiously followed the same rules, otherwise, he would take you in his arms again and never let you go. Fortunately enough, Arthur’s hand grabbed yours. The warm contact of his skin against yours sent a wave of comfort through your bones — but if it was enough to heal the pain of leaving, it was not to soothe the odd anxiety that was still creeping in your soul. The same anxiety that was screaming at you to leave this damn mansion right now. 

You grabbed the door handle, half reassured by your imminent departure when Tommy’s voice echoed through the office with the violence of a guillotine’s blade on a prisoner’s neck.

“You can go, but you won’t get far, Arthur.”

You froze, your heart missing a beat. In a protective reflex, you turned your head in one vivid movement and looked dagger at Tommy. If your jewel-like eyes could shoot bullets, Thomas Shelby would be lying in a pool of blood, dead and cold. What the hell would he make such a snarky remark to his brother? But the more you stared at him, the more the weight of your unease crushed you.  

Something was happening, you could feel it. Something awful.

“Ah. All right, Tom.” Arthur, not grasping the meaning behind Tommy’s words, brushed off the comment. You were both about to leave the room when another statement clipped your wings.

“I spoke to Moss last night. He told me that the Chief Constable of Birmingham has issued a warrant for your arrest. Murder, sedition, conspiracy to cause explosion.”

The shocking news crossed your body like a lightning bolt burning every inch of your flesh on its way. Stomach twisting, muscle tensing, you brought your hand to your open mouth to cover it.  Arthur blinked in surprise — he had to lean against you for his long legs threatened to collapse at any moment. His whole body started to shake as he realize the awful truth: they were coming to take him away. 

And just like a rain of deadly shooting stars, came the long list of accusations against the rest of the family members, all uttered with a cold and placid tone as if Thomas Shelby was reciting a lesson. Your head brutally spun. You felt nauseous.

“Wait a minute.” Arthur’s gruff voice exclaimed, filled with confusion and boiling anger, “What the hell you’re talking…”  He commented, his hand still in yours though it was the only thing that could ground him — which was the case. 

“And you Heaven… “

You just stared at Tommy with eyes wide open, while the whole world crumbled apart around you. Contrary to Arthur, you did not even shake. Nor you did burst into anger. You were just here, paralyzed by the sound of your dreams and hopes shattering like glass smashed on concrete.

“For the involvement in Hughes’ death and the murder of Simon Conrad, his fellow friend.” 

You let go off Arthur’s hand and took a few steps back, until your back hit the wall behind you, “You’ve sold us…” Your voice was merely a whisper. Your heart skipped another beat in your chest, running a race against the panic that was crashing against you like a rogue wave on a boat’s hull. The only thing that kept you anchored to reality was Arthur’s mad screams.

“You’re my brother!”

“Listen to me, I have made a deal — “

“They’ll hang us!!”

“In return for giving evidence against them.”

“We’ll fucking hang!” 

And then it happened. You snapped out of your lethargic state, brushing off the petrifying anxiety that had turned you to stone. You broke free from the shock and ignited like hellfire. With furious steps, you rushed to the two brothers and pointed to Tommy with one finger, “Toi, espèce de sale traitre -you damn traitor-,” You started in French. Tommy’s empty eyes fell on your tiny frame, doing their best to hide his emotions. The truth was he perfectly understood what you had just said, “Your own fucking family… You know what?” Your face distorted with disgust, “It was not the sapphire Thomas. It was you. It was you all along.” You spat.

Despite Thomas’ neutral demeanor, the flames that lit up his frozen irises left no doubt about the impact of your words. You had hurt him — not only him but his very own soul, to the point you could almost see the ice of his eyes melting. 

“Come here, come here!” Arthur’s powerful hands grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to follow him, “Come on now, we have to run!” The oldest took one last look at his brother, pain, and rage making his steel-blue eyes glisten, “FUCK YOU!” He roared, hitting the door with the palm of his hand.

Indistinct Screaming. Yelling. Chaos.

You had barely exited the office when a police officer grabbed you and shoved you against the nearest wall. Your hand lost its grip on Arthur and, without his contact, frost settled in your heart 

“Arthur!” You screamed. Or at least you thought you did.

“DON’T TOUCH HER! Heaven!” 

Brutally squeezed between the wall and the officer’s body, you still extended one of your arms in a desperate attempt to reach Arthur but it was in vain. When the policeman noticed it, he twisted your wrist behind your back. A whimper of pain escaped from your lips. What happened next you could not tell, for the chaos that swallowed you made everything fade to black. All you could grasp was the sensation of the handcuff metal, as shiny as the golden ring around your finger, biting your skin, and the sound of Arthur’s screams in the faraway distance.

They said until Death do us part, but you had not expected it that soon.

“Careful with this one. She’s put two of my guards into hospital. That bitch’s fucking feral.”

“That’s okay.” A feminine voice replied to the police officer in charge of your cell’s security. 

The sound of the lock echoed in your small cage, soon followed by the metallic creaking of the heavy door that was keeping you from escaping. When the woman entered the cell, she could not help but frown and look at his colleague with genuine confusion. Police Officer Katlyn Wilson, a tall blonde woman with her hair cut short and her face as hard as her heart, had seen a lot throughout her career. But it is evident she did not expect what was awaiting for her in this cell: right in the middle of the room sat a young woman, in her mid-twenties, on the bed. She had a long white mane that cascaded down her lower back. A marvelous mane, dirtied by the cell’s dust and dampness. Kat Wilson shook her head: you could not be the dangerous inmate they called her for. She sighed, staring at your juvenile face. 

“Heaven Lavey.” 

You raised your head when she called your name, your aquamarine eyes burning with hatred. Yet, not the slightest sound came out of your mouth. All you did was stare at the officer.

“I am Kat Wilson, and I am here to bring you to the gallows by order of the crown.” 

“They took my wedding ring.” You cut her off, your voice sounding a bit raspy after days of not talking. Somehow, you did not care about getting hung high — you were not afraid of death. What scared you though was to be alone, far away from Arthur. 

“They did. They told me that was the reason behind your assault on the guards.”

“Only one of them. The other tried to touch me.”

“So you broke his wrist.” She replied straight away.

You fell back into silence, not wanting to talk about the mentioned incident. Officer Kat Wilson shook her head, astounded by the whole situation. As fierce as she was, she took no pleasure in sending a young girl to the rope, no matter the first-degree murder accusations. The tall blonde woman, whose severe traits inspired a natural authority, walk to the bed and sat next to you despite his colleague’s warning. She let out a long sigh and took off a little golden ring from the pocket of her jacket. Your face enlightened when you recognized the jewel.

“Unfortunately, my power vanishes at this prison’s gates. I cannot stop this execution, but I can give back the young bride’s ring.” As she talked, she put the ring in the palm of your hand and watched you close your grip around it. 

“Fine.” You finally whispered as you slipped the jewel around your finger. What else could you do except obey?  Any attempt of rebellion would result in failure. You got up from the bed, standing on your bare feet with all your little height.

So petite but so fierce, she thought. 

“Fine,” Officer Wilson repeated. Gathering all her strength, she handcuffed you with your hands behind your back and, with one unexpectedly strong grip, led you out of the cell and forced you to walk through the long, dark corridors of the prison. 

The sound of the guards’ boots resonated against the stone walls, contrasting with your own silent steps. Even if your heart raced in your chest, you managed to stay calm. Deprived of your man’s comfort, you tried to find your peace in small details:, the cold and smooth surface of the wood under your bare feet, the faint summer breeze coming from an opened window somewhere, the muffled sound of birds' whistles... All of these allowed you to keep a semblance of sanity.

Kat Wilson brought you to the gallows, which was in a dark wooden warehouse. You swallowed at the sight of the noose, slowly swinging from left to right as if every fiber of the rope itself shivered with impatience at the idea of tightening around your soft throat.

You climbed the stairs and each step felt like you were dancing tango on your broken dreams. The dull silence that was hovering above the warehouse was chilling, but you preferred it to the vain prayers of priests. No matter how hard they begged God, you knew your place was down there. Dying was bothering enough, there was no need to sprinkle the process with hypocrisy. A muffled cries came from the other room — they were going to hang another woman at the same time.

Polly, you thought.

When they put the deadly necklace of rope around your neck and narrowed it until its burning texture bit your skin, you inhaled deeply through your nostrils and stared right at Kate Wilson’s eyes. Here you stand, powerful even in your last moments.

Boom. Boom.

The deafening sound of your beating heart played the drums of the fanfare that was already announcing your arrival in Hell. 

“Go ahead.”  You closed your eyes.

You did not cry. You did not beg.

After all, it was always meant to end like this.

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Hi there! I saw ur request is open so can I request for Hex Haywire bf hcs? Thanks!

✧✧You ask and you shall receive ✧✧

Main pairing: Hex Haywire x Reader/You

Au: none

Genre: Fluff

Type: [HEADCANON], One shot, or Series

Characters: Hex Haywire, Reader

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HEX HAYWIRE BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

His fucking sweet to you hfjsshajs, don't get me started on the way he treats you ughhhh (not simping I swear) he would absolutely do ANYTHING you want like anything just ask him and he would.

Putting that aside, his a very sweet and caring boyfriend (malewife) he would treat you so gentle and very very caring because he loves you sooomuch. Besides that Hex would be the perfect boyfriend to have out of Xsoleil.

Anyways for nicknames: Darling, Dearest, My love. Darling would be the most used nickname he would call you!

Cuddling him would be HEAVEN, he would hold you while playing with your hair and hum a random song slowly lulling you to sleep. He like looking at your face(not in a creepy way) with a gentle look while smiling and think how he got so lucky having you in his arms. (Dammit why so cute fdjdkssnja)

*ahem* spending time: Cuddling (no further explanation), doing your homework or reviewing together, and maybe walking around the park.(idk okay he just gives me them vibes)

Moving on to jealousy: He isn't really jealous, I don't see him being really jealous but he does get a little (just a little) annoyed when someone flirts with you when his right there.if your getting really uncomfortable then he would not hesitate to comfort you while towering over the parson (you wouldn't notice since he was distracting you). I'd say his jealousy is 1.5/10.

Now if YOUR the one who is jealous: he would know RIGHT AWAY, I mean it's Hex we are talking about what do you expect? Hex is emphatic and he knows emotions very well and he also knows YOU very well, so Hex would know how to comfort you everytime your jealous. If your the one who is more quite and dislike talking about your emotions, Hex would hug you while rubbing your back whispering to you that he loves you and only you not anyone and you both would sit in silence appreciating the way he holds you. Now if your the type to vent out about your jealousy, he would listen to you silently and nods along while trying to help you (because he wants to 'fix' you even tho he couldn't fix himself) and then he would kiss all your worries away by saying sweet things to you.<3

Now cooking: HIS A MALEWIFE HE WOULD COOK FOR YOU, AND IT TASTE SO FUCKING DELICIOUS. HE WOULD DEFINITELY COOK BREAKFAST FOR YOU IN BED ESPECIALLY IF YOUR NOT FEELING WELL OR YOUR SICK. If you like cooking as well then both of you would spend a lot of time in the kitchen (making the food and maybe playing and teasing each other).

His hair look so smooth ngl, ofc he would let you play with it. I think he would rather let you brush it but he likes it too when you just mindlessly play with his hair. His hair would also smell nice too. He wouldn't mind you styling it he would feel for appreciated that you love playing with his hair. If his the one playing with your hair tho, he would like to run his fingers through it untangling the knots while you just lay there comfortably.

Now streaming: He would let you sit with next to him or be in the same room because he likes feeling your presence in the same room. He voice is so calming that you could just fall asleep right then and there. He loves spending some time with you even while streaming so if you play/stream then you two would play A LOT together.

Date with him: this would include having dinner dates (either in your house or outside), taking walks, and anything that can just spend his time with you. His already content with spending time his time just for you, seeing you smile already brings a smile on his face.

If you had a bad day: he would obviously know already, and he would do anything that can make you smile and brighten up your mood. He would cook your favorite food, put on your favorite show/movie, while he massages you to relax your body. Once you feel a little better then he would ask you what made you feel like this, if your the type to vent it out then manz would listen and combing your hair as you vent your heart out, but if your the type to not say it and would rather forget it he would be understanding and just hold you there while you just sit there and appreciate him trying his best for you. <3

Love Language: Act of service and Words of affiliation.

He wouldn't use his power on you if you don't like it, man respects you and puts you above everything else alright? He probably would do anything for you if it mean to see you happy.

If your sick: knows how to take care of you, he would make you your food while you rest on the bed (bed in breakfast). He would check the time often to know when your gonna take your medicine, if your stubborn and don't want to drink it he would try to assure you that it isn't bad and that you need it to make you feel better, and Because you felt guilty you drank it (even if it's bitter but you would do anything for hex). He would stay on the side of the bed while you sleep there.

Hex Haywire is a malewife and we all need him. That's the presentation. Thank you for listening.

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A/n: kinda short, but hope y'all like it!

#hex haywire x reader #xsoleil #xsoleil x reader #Hex Haywire #Hex Haywire fluff #x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader

[gffa]

for the character ask game! dick grayson: 5, 16, 25

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? Lmao please don't ask me this question, because I have zero musical taste--and I don't mean I have bad musical taste, I mean I have no taste whatsoever, I barely listen to music, and I have no funny suggestions! (Mostly because I don't care for most of the ~jokes~ about his physical body.) 16. What's your least favorite ship for this character? Fandom has made it extremely hard to like a lot of other Dick ships because literally half the fandom can't stop tearing down Dick/Babs to build up their ship, which means there's nothing there for me to like, all it does is make me think there's not much there, if the only content to come up with is ranting about another ship. Nobody's obligated to like Dick/Babs, nobody's even obligated to not rant about it, I know where my scroll button is, but also all it does is push me further away from the ship that was supposedly being sold in that post, because it seems like an unfun place to be. But my actual least favorite ship for Dick is probably Bruce/Dick because it's so close to what I want out of that relationship, except also a thousand miles away from it! Honestly, one of my oldest friends is a Bruce/Dick shipper and the overlap we have of views on the characters is probably like 85%, we just diverge on how that plays out and we both feel extremely strongly about how we dislike the other path, but that we respect the other person being on it. We both are really into the fucked up entanglement of the characters, the mirroring aspect they have of each other, the belief that the other is the pure version of who they're meant to be, the frustration of how much they love the other while also being mad at them for the distance between them, the co-dependent disaster relationship, etc. All of that is the same for both of us, we just diverge on the context for it. Which is fine in our friendship, we meet in the middle, but there have been times when I feel like the ship would be so delicious for me, because it would tunnel vision in on those aspects I like, but the thought of them so much as even smooching makes me look like I bit into a lemon. How dare fandom almost give me what I want and then take it away from me!!!! Like, I don't actually care that it exists as a ship, fiction is not in a 1:1 relationship with reality and I think a lot of us get blinded by how modern comics go hard on the father & son aspect, which I am into and think is fair to evolve them into, but that wasn't always true and it's not like Bruce/Dick came out of nowhere. It just denies me personally what I want and therefore it it is The Worst For Me Personally And Thus Jail For DC Fandom For One Thousand Years!!!! 25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? Dick Grayson is my longest running Blorbo, like that guy invented Blorboism for me, before I ever had such a name for the concept. Dick Grayson has been my One True Character for 20+ years, nobody has ever unseated him, not Anakin, not Obi-Wan, not Thor, not Usagi, not Duo, not Tezuka, NONE OF THEM that I've lost my mind about. Dick Grayson came on the scene for me when I first watched B:TAS and hit my tiny little baby brain with his daddy issues on display and excellent Nightwing design in later episodes and the push-and-pull relationship with Babs and my fannish life has never been the same since. "That it. That's him. That's the one. That's the character I'm going to obsess over for the rest of my life." I must have said when I first saw him and I HAVE NOT BEEN PROVEN WRONG YET.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #dick grayson #character ask game

[simpknight]

Movie night (Twisted Wonderland Housewardens x gn!reader)

You invited him to watch a horror movie together

Relationships:  Riddle x gn!reader /  Leona x gn!reader/  Azul x gn!reader / Kalim x gn!reader /  Vil x gn!reader / Idia x gn!reader / Malleus x gn!reader

Rating: Gen

Words:  738

Warnings: None

Note: A bunch of headcanons of the Housewardens. They can be read both as romantic or platonic (except Idia's)

Riddle

– He accepted your invitation out of politeness but the truth is he is not fond of horror movies.

– He is tense most of the time, specially before the scary part happens. Holding his hand may soothe him a little.

– Sometimes after a jump scare you’ll hear him squeak.

– Riddle will want to hide his face by leaning on your shoulder, but will stop himself before actually doing it not wanting to embarrass himself.

– He is relieved when the movie ends; if it wasn’t for your company he wouldn’t make it to the end.

Leona

–You expected him to fall asleep during the movie yet you wouldn’t imagine him doing it only 5 minutes after the movie started.

– At least he wasn’t snoring.

–You got a bit bored after a while so you started looking at your phone to distract yourself.

– Because you weren’t paying attention at the screen you were startled when you heard a character scream.

– Your first instinct was to grab the nearest thing you had, which in this case was Leona’s arm.

 Azul

– Normally he would be in a bad mood after being woken up so suddenly, but he found your reaction so amusing he decided to tease you for the next couple of minutes.

–Just like Riddle, he does not like horror movies.

- He will pretend to be calm but you can tell he is nervous just by paying attention to his body language.

– He is the type to close his eyes when something spooky happens.

– If he is too afraid he will excuse himself for a moment and wait until the scene ends. (Don’t you dare to tell that to Floyd and Jade or he won’t hear the end of it.)

 Kalim

– Will make sure you compensate him for the psychological damage choose another movie genre next time.

– “You can hold on to me if things get too scary.” When those words left your mouth you weren’t expecting Kalim to hold you during almost the whole movie.

– Not that you were complaining.

– Whenever he gets scared his grip around you tightens. He will also cover his face by leaning on you.

– After that he will laugh, thinking he may have overreacted. 

– He likes to talk during the movie but if you want to enjoy it without his comments he will try to keep quiet.

Vil

– He invites you to Scarabia for the next movie night.

– You weren’t sure if he would like to watch this kind of movie with you, so you were happy to see him accept your invitation.

– You had a hard time figuring out which movie to pick because you didn’t know what could match Vil’s tastes.

– It all pays off in the end, it may be not his favorite genre but you choose a movie he likes.

– Still what Vil enjoys the most is not the movie but your company.

- Vil will comment about the movie from time to time, pointing out anything he finds interesting about it.

 Idia

– He doesn’t get scared easily but if you do he’ll pull you closer to him.

– You have to rewind the movie a couple of times because you two can’t stop talking about it, especially Idia.

– The movie was 2 hours long but somehow you spend 3 and a half hour watching it.

– But hey, at least you can have an exciting conversation with Idia, which doesn’t happen every day.

– He usually has difficulties talking with you, partly because of his obvious crush, but he was having so much fun he could forget about it for a while.

– At one point during the movie you two get scared by an unexpected jump scare and ended up clinging on to each other.

 Malleus

– Idia’s brain almost short-circuits as he quickly moves away. He needs to leave the room until he has calm down a bit.

– He doesn’t quite understand why would you enjoy watching something that is supposed to scare you but he joins you anyway since he normally doesn’t get invited to this kind of things.

– You explained that sometimes people enjoy getting scared.

– He couldn’t really get your point since he feared few things (one of them being Lilia). Still he was glad you were having a good time.

– In the end Malleus finds the movie to be actually funny. Is it really supposed to be terrifying?

– He asks you to invite him again sometime to spend time together.

#reader insert #gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader

[dustofthedailylife]

brainrot time. kaveh and alhaitham with a roommate that’s just a mix of them both

alhaitham’s logic, kaveh’s compassion, alhaitham’s academic inclinations, kaveh’s ‘artistic soul’ (as he would say), alhaitham’s observance and perception, kaveh’s charm, alhaitham’s intelligence, kaveh’s drive, etc. etc. idk

alhaitham’s laziness, kaveh’s impulse control, alhaitham’s sharp tongue, kaveh’s lack of self preservation, alhaitham’s apathy, kaveh’s meddling tendencies, both of their stubborness

they both have a love hate relationship with these traits of yours;

for one, you compliment and contrast them in the important ways, and it’s always a treat for you to show such similarities to them. it makes them feel less alone, more seen.

but then, it’s the same for their roommate, and you end up reminding them of the other.

and that in itself is also good and bad, because despite the fact that they hate each other, that’s still their ex(?) best friend, and those are still the traits that made them fall in love with each other all those years ago (platonically, if you’re not a poly enthusiast.)

anyways, time for fun stuff:

maybe roommate is a researcher that specializes in documentation— specifically, sketching down any relics, sites, fauna and flora etc. etc. that can’t be brought home.

so kaveh is always dragging you into art activities, like those wine painting classes, or simply finding a scenic spot and having a picnic while you do your individual art things together, and alhaitham taking you out to book stores and libraries and cafes.

alhaitham subtly brags about getting to reach his arm around you under the excuse of grabbing a book and sitting close (maybe even low key cuddling depending on how bold you are) to share a book, and hearing your soothing reading voice. and kaveh brags back about one of you holding the other’s hand to demonstrate a specific technique, or him cuddling up to your back to look over your shoulder so he can ‘properly critique’ your work, or the both of you sketching each other.

them trying to subtly influence you to encourage similarities and discourage whatever reminds them of the other.

you just letting them try with a knowing smile :)

you being the referee of their arguments. also saying that you’re staying out of it but instigating anyways

they’ll ask you to judge their debates, and get so smug when you approve or disprove one of their points

them letting the annoying things you do slide but immediately getting on the other’s ass for doing the same thing

teasing kaveh just to see him pout. being only (other) person that could get a rise out of alhaitham

you knowing the best ways to comfort them, show affection, stroke their egos, check their egos, fluster them, and most importantly, piss them off P;

even funnier if roommate is a chaos monger that uses their skills for evil. they will, very occasionally, form a truce just to get you back. y’all have fun.

anywho!! did you ever get a similar brainrot ask with a martial artist!reader? I was just curious, also bc tumblr will occasionally eat my asks

[Roommate AU brainrots]

Hiiii! Yes I got your other ask don't worry. I just haven't had time to reply to it yet since I am a bit on a tight schedule at the moment and wanted to take my time with your brainrots and read them properly 😭

I love this so much! You'd be the perfect counterbalance to either of them.

I'd love to just sit down to draw together with Kaveh. That seems so incredibly comforting and relaxing for some reason. (I also imagine he'd be a red wine guy and I'm a white wine girl so that would be also the perfect contrast for the wine taste haha!). He is my comfort character, don't perceive me, I'm daydreaming 🤭 Also makes me realize I need more artist friends... I have none ;_;

Also going to book stores with Alhaitham? YES. He'd have to drag me out of there at some point because I'm not leaving on my own.

And YES, they'd so brag about what they did together with you to the other guy. They love you but they also have to one up each other constantly lmao.

And about getting in their arguments and them letting it slide when it was you... yep, 100%. Reminds me of that one thing I wrote already called "Cookies". Completely how they'd act.

"Kaveh/Alhaitham did you do XY again" "It was me." "Oh, Y/N? Well, don't worry. I'll take care of it then."

They're down bad BAD.

Thank you for your ask! I loved reading it 🤭

#🍁 dust mail #🍁 garden visitor: anon #🍁彡 gi #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader

[ratguy-nico]

I read this today and many thoughts came to mind so yeah this is another rambling.

'til this day I don't get over the fact that only last year we had the Last Season of The Owl House, the rushed end of one of the greatest series of the decade, that could have mark a new course for many series yet to come, the spiritual successor of another of the greatest series of all Gravity Falls.

The Owl House was released in 2020 just four years ago and it was cancelled in 2022, two years ago, presumable cause it had too much representation for Disney's taste.

This is obviousley not confirm, but everyone in the industry and Dana Terrace herself had made clear that this was the main reason.

All this just 2 years ago, many like to say we live in a time were LGBT+ community had all the representation they need, that everything is gay now days and and that this excess of representation is becoming tedious. And then this is a case from fucking 2 years ago.

It just so sickening, to think that yeah we have representation nowdays but it has to be a certain tipe of rep, it can not be too much, in the Owl House I think there was just one straight couple in the main cast, it has not to be too on the nose, gods forbid for the main character to be gay, lesbian, bi or the non existent trans representation, and it cannot be normal, if you are gay it has to be your main trait, your whole life, you have to have like many crisis as you can and have a whole out of the closet episode, it has to be the revelation of the century.

I still remeber Alex Hirsch puteando a Disney cause they didn't let him do many things he wanted with his own serie, among them the relationship betweenm the two town sheriffs, one of the cutest things in the show, and very funny too.

Alex Hirsch has always been very vocal about he's own despite for Disney as a creator that work for them. And thats why I love him.

I still remeber cartoon network forbidding Rebecca Sugar to say that the Gems were womans, cause that would imply that all the gems were lesbians and that was a totally No No for fricking Cartoon Network, the one everyone point when saying is only Disney the non inclusive one.

(why they never bring this back? what is wrong with Steven Universe?)

Though this end like a tiro en la culata which means backfire cause suddenly the gems were non binary or no gender which was fricking funny cause even more hard to explain XD

This also happened with Adventure Time, another Cartoon serie, were everyone was lost whith the Bublegum and Marcy kiss in the last episode, cause we were told they had a relationship in fricking Season 3 but no, they didn't tell explicitly that they were in a romantic relationship, cause you know... lesbian equal bad.

Their relationship keep getting explore and we had amazing episodes with this two navigating their feelings for each other, the past mistakes in their relationship and how to become better together. But all this while not telling us that they love each other, cause they weren't allow to tell us.

This is merely frustration on my part, I know we have better represantation nowdays, but... is not nearly enough, like I said, theres still close to non rep for ace or trans people, bisexual are getting better, though the rep still is plagued of horrible stereotype and fetization, but this is something lesbian and gays can have manage to avoid yet so what we expect.

So yeah we should celebrate our representation, and not let anyone tell us that is enough or too much, cause til this day the best ace representation I have seen comes from Todd from Bojack Horseman a serie from 2014 that ended in 2020, that set the bar and none had even try to fight, I hope Alastor become a better rep in this front, I really hope so. Lilith made an absolute great work, but sadley cause the serie was cut out we missed a lot of this character T^T

And Im not gonna talk about trans rep cause that's just sad.

I will always hold resentment to Disney cause of what they did to the Owl House, for sure, that something I hold near my heart everyday.

So yeah I totally use this persons post to talk about me me me, and I dont know them so prefer not to involve them in this.

And if you dont notice I keep this Animation Series only, cause theres too many series and I have not watch nearly enough, I know thers some with really good rep and others that are lit hot shit. So yeah the world is wild and full of shit.

Adventure Time 2010-2018

Gravity Falls 2012-2016

Steven Universe 2013-2019

Bojack Horseman 2014-2020

The Owl House 2020-2023

#... #okey I just read a post and suddenly all this came out of my mind #i just need to vent #no need to reading all this shit #this about The Owl House #about representation #about a lot of things #and this is not really about Hazbin Hotel #which is funny cause the original post it is XD #so yeah #just thinking #like always sorry for any misspelling or if you dont get anything

[ye-local-simp]

hii!!!! i was wondering if you could do twst reader/Yuu as mafuyu asahina from project Sekai!!

some info:

Mafuyu is good-natured, reliable, considerate and academically talented. She's the only member of the group who attends daytime classes. She seems to have no flaws whatsoever... or is she just putting on a facade?

Mafuyu is an honor student, She is said to excel in both academics and sports, hence people often put high hopes for her to excel in everything she does. However, in reality she is heavily burdened and pressured by her peers' and her parents' (especially her mother's) expectations of her, who have pushed her to do what they want and think is the best for Mafuyu instead of letting her pursue her own dreams. Aside from her lost sense of self, she lost the ability to properly taste and enjoy food in middle school.

To everyone else, Mafuyu is a "good girl." However, to herself and behind the mask, she lacks emotion, empathy and apathy; abandoned by her true self a long time ago, she is desperately searching to find herself once again. Mafuyu’s "true personality" - or, at the very least, the person she is when there is no one else watching - is considerably more cold and blunt. Her voice is dull and her face is flat, both holding no feeling for she has none to show.

Characters are:

riddle, Jamil, Idia, and ace !!

Thank u in advance ❤️

[S/o like Mafuyu Asahina]

[RIDDLE,JAMIL,IDIA,ACE]

Riddle:

-Likes how serious you take classes since he also sees lessons as something important.

-Makes sure you aren't alone in them.

-However since he is kind of similar to you, he knows that you have some kind of problem.

-When he started to date you and you two were more comfortable with each, he felt more drawn to you since you two have mother issues.

-He feels very sympathetic for you since you are truly cold and blunt.

-He would definitely try to help you find yourself again.

Jamil:

-Like Riddle, he definitely admires the fact you take your opportunities seriously, it's not everyone who gets to study at NRC.

-But he did find it strange, you didn't even seem to struggle even for a little bit in any subject, even Riddle, one of the honor student struggle in something which is physical fitness tests.

-He isn't naïve so he knows maybe something is going on your life since you seemed too cold and blunt for an honor student and seemed to go with whatever others said.

-When he dates you and finds out what it is, he will allow you to do your own thing and assist you on finding yourself.

Idia:

-At first, Idia thought you were one of those smart snobs who continuously brag about their achievements pretty much all the time.

-But you seemed to get on with your own thing despite always having the top grades and being the best of the best.

-But it wasn't the matter of being left alone, it seemed that you genuinely didn't have feelings which was weird, not even sad, angry or being annoyed, just still.

-when he started dating you, he couldn't believe that he had a partner.

-But also how truly cold you were, as an introvert he always thought that quiet people were louder in private but you were literally silent 24/7.

-When he found out about your childhood, of course it made sense to you but he will help you somehow in finding yourself.

-Maybe Ortho could help too.

Ace:

-He saw how great you do on your grades so he was hoping you would tutor him.

-Anyone would do, that isn't Riddle of course.

-At first, he thought you were just shy, but he then started to realised that you rarely smiled or scowled.

-Literally nothing.

-When he finds out you were constantly being controlled and pressured to the point you had no emotions, he does feel bad for you since you are his partner and all.

-With his friends, he would show tough love, but for a partner it is a bit different.

-He would try to help you out in finding yourself; maybe finding a hobby would work.

-In exchange for the tutoring though.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #jamil x reader #ace x reader #riddle x reader #idia x reader

[murdrdocs]

with an average life

starring. eddie munson

description. the beginning of summer 1990 in hawkins, indiana brings high temperatures, a missing persons case, and nightmares. but none of that matters when you have eddie by your side

includes. SMUT 16+, fluff galore, daddy kink (only used three times), some angst, anxiety and a little paranoia, comforting eddie, wayne <3, horny eddie, pet names, a lot of plot and character building, and so many time skips

word count: 7.5k+ words

a/n: hello! welcome to the twilight zone! this first installment is so much fluff and smut and just hanging with eddie. the horror will come very soon though, don’t worry. please stay tuned to see what i have planned xx

6/3/90 16:13

Large, hot, hands roam along your already overheating body.

The air today was so muggy and intense, probing through walls thick and thin, saturating into the paint and wallpaper and carpet and hardwood, until you were surrounded with it, no matter where you were.

You knew that most people were at the pool, or lounging in their backyard if they had the funds. And if you weren’t here, you would be there, floating on your back in someone’s pool, leaching off of them so that you didn’t have to essentially bathe in filth from all over.

But even lounging in someone’s overpriced pool wouldn’t be nearly as good as this.

Hunched over, knees planted firmly on either side of skinny jean clad legs, sticky skin sinking into the worn down couch cushions, your hands feeling the same material as they cage in a head of curly dark hair that’s pulled back, and your lips on pink plump ones, consuming every breath the other takes.

Your movements are slow, the pace thick due to the haze in your mind. You can still taste the weed on Eddie’s lips and tongue, and you can remember the way he breathed the smoke into your mouth, holding you close with a single hand encapsulating your throat.

Just the memory alone brings a soft little sigh from you, and your sound elicits a chuckle from Eddie.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks when he pulls back. He’s only separated from your lips for a second, coming back to place a succession of quick pecks before he’s finally leaning back with more space between you.

It allows you to see into his eyes, those big irises that leave almost no white space. You always get consumed with them, a little feeling of uncomfortability tugging at your mind, urging you to look away as his gaze was just far too intimidating.

But somehow, you never listen to it. Your eyes refuse to look away from him, and every other thought fizzes out of your brain like vinegar to baking soda.

He notices, pink lips parting to allow his bright teeth to show. “Baby?”

He waves a hand in front of you and it takes you far too long to realize. You only do so wherever he stills his hand in front of your face, briefly cutting off the connection from your eyes to his.

“Hmm?” You ask, dazed before you recall that he’d asked you a question. “Oh!” you say before he can even clarify. “I was thinking about you, actually.”

Eddie’s jaw drops open as if he’s shocked, but you know better.

“Really?” he asks, the epitome of sarcasm. Your eyes roll automatically, but Eddie continues as if you’re playing into it. “I’m so flattered, sweetheart. Really, you have no idea.”

At this point, you and Eddie had spent at least a half hour at each spot in his home throughout the day. Which, wasn’t that hard since the size of it was not colossal, but you two were really niche with it at one point as you even spent a solid 45 minutes having a conversation sitting on his washer and dryer, which shook whenever it was on (Eddie made a bad joke about turning the washer on for you, claiming that ‘that was a show he wanted to see’).

At this point, you and Eddie had spent at least a half hour at each spot in his home throughout the day. Which, wasn’t that hard since the size of it was not colossal, but you two were really niche with it at one point as you even spent a solid 45 minutes having a conversation sitting on his washer and dryer, which shook whenever it was on (Eddie made a bad joke about turning the washer on for you, claiming that ‘that was a show he wanted to see’).

At this point, you and Eddie had spent at least a half hour at each spot in his home throughout the day. Which, wasn’t that hard since the size of it was not colossal, but you two were really niche with it at one point as you even spent a solid 45 minutes having a conversation sitting on his washer and dryer, which shook whenever it was on (Eddie made a bad joke about turning the washer on for you, claiming that ‘that was a show he wanted to see’).

Now, you’re comfortably on his couch, and you two were most likely going to be there for a while longer.

As Eddie finishes his horrible joke, you’re made aware of the dry feeling that has welcomed itself into your throat.

You twist around and lean to reach for the beer bottle you and Eddie have been sharing, and in doing so, your eyes catch the TV. It’s turned to the news, the default in Eddie’s home as Wayne mostly watched the one channel, and Eddie preferred music over television.

You’re squinting, trying to get your eyes and brain to cooperate and figure out what the story was about. But before two and two can get put together, Eddie is using his grip to pull you back up and around. You barely have a second to yelp before lips are on yours again.

You’re smiling into the kiss, barely able to be upset at the persistent drought in your throat.

06/05/90 14:02

Your back is sweaty. As is your face, and neck, and legs, and every other part of your body.

Against your skin, rubbing along it and irritating it, is the cotton fabric that clung to Eddie’s mattress. You just washed the sheets this morning, declaring that you refused to sleep on dirtied sheets for another night. And Eddie made a quip about how you were already planning to spend another night at his place, instead of going back to your beloved home.

Your body burned with embarrassment and you turned to face the washing machine instead of him.

The burning you felt then was nothing compared to now.

Now, there’s so many other aspects adding to the fire.

Your high had worn off hours ago, and you didn’t have the urge to replenish it. But you still felt like you were under the influence. Your blinks were slower than usual, and there was less space to cover as your eyes were heavily lidded. Your limbs feel weighted and exhausted, as if it was taking much longer for your brain to send the required signals to the rest of your body.

But currently, none of those signals were necessary as Eddie was doing all of the work.

His lips were working over your sweat covered skin, either ignoring the layer of perspiration or simply not caring. With Eddie, it could be either.

He sucked and nipped every so often, leaving bruises that you would no doubt come across often throughout the week, finding new ones to add to your recollection of the moment they were made.

You let Eddie latch onto your legs and throw them over his shoulders. A soft sigh left you and your eyes fluttered shut as you waited with anticipation for the feeling you’ve been craving all day to come onto you.

“Don’t fall asleep on me up there,” Eddie mumbles practically into your skin. His lips were away from you far enough for you to hear him, even though his voice was still pretty muffled, but he was still close enough for his lips to catch your skin with the words.

You hum and wiggle your hips in an attempt to refocus Eddie’s attention.

“‘M not.”

“Uh-huh.” Eddie sounds unconvinced, and you couldn’t blame him. “You said that last time.” Which, was entirely true.

Eddie was going down on you with pure passion and talent, giving you everything you’d ever wanted.

But you were so tired, and high, that you knocked out just as your high hit you. Eddie was coaxing you through it, probably trying to initiate another round, but your eyes were already closed and your legs had gone limp against the bed and when he gently called out your name, big eyes peeking up at you, he was mildly surprised to see your chest steadily rising and falling.

You giggled lazily, stomach jumping with the sound and your feet raising off of Eddie’s naked back as you thought about the vague memory. That was one of the best sleeps you’ve had. Ever. And it truthfully was all thanks to Eddie’s skilled mouth.

Peeling your eyes open, you saw that Eddie was already looking at you. His bangs were freshly trimmed to lay right above his eyebrows, and the length allowed you to see his eyes perfectly, especially due to his position.

The way he looked at you made your throat dry out, even though you’d had a full bottle of water to drink a few minutes ago. His eyes were like a void, and sometimes you believed you could see your own reflection in them, showing you what Eddie valued most in his life. And now, even though he is most definitely too far for you to see yourself in his eyes, you know that you’re there, a single focus on his world.

The thought was far too profound for your horny brain so you threaded your hand in Eddie’s hair, threw your head back, closed your eyes, and pulled him to your center.

“Get to work, Munson.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

06/07/90 02:32

You’re so tired that it takes more than a few minutes for your eyes to adjust.

You’re navigating the trailer based on memory and memory alone, your feet carrying you from the back where Eddie’s room is, all the way to the kitchen, where you easily open the fridge and reach for a bottle of water.

It’s not until the cap of the water is twisted open and you’ve wiped at your eyes with the liquid that you notice that you’re not alone.

You see the figure from the corner of your eye at first, dark and hunched over on the couch, elbows resting on knee caps. They’re breathing steadily, and focused ahead at the TV. Your peripheral adds an unnatural blur to their figure, but you can clearly see the glow reflected in their eyes.

You jump out of your skin and curse before recognition can become present in your mind.

“Jesus, fuck,” Your voice is a low whisper. Your volume is second nature considering the time, but you knew that you could yell and scream and Eddie wouldn’t wake up.

Shaken to your core with goosebumps on your skin, you turn to face the figure in its entirety and instantly calm when you see it’s just Eddie’s uncle.

“Scared ya, didn’t I?” He asks, a teasing smirk on his lips. He has a beer in his hand, but he’s not drinking it, it just sits there, forgotten.

You nod shamefully, a little embarrassed of how worked up you got.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just out of it right now.”

“That’s okay. Caught you at a bad time.” His eyes turn away from your face to look back at the TV, where you’re finally noticing the familiar chatter of news anchors. It’s the late night broadcast, repeating anything that was playing earlier on in the day that people like Wayne weren’t around for.

Through the thick fog in your mind, you’re able to remember the segment that you weren’t able to pick up on earlier in the day, and with an inquisitive instinct, you walk over to the couch and take a seat beside Wayne, intent on catching up on the happenings of your town.

You’re not wearing any pants, and you press your knees together, attempting to subtly pull Eddie’s hoodie down but it isn’t really covering much.

A blanket comes into your view and you look over to see Wayne holding it out to you, eyes refusing to leave the white light from the box television.

“For your dignity,” he explains. You can’t help but smile with a little ounce of shame behind it, transferring your water bottle to your left hand in order to take the blanket in your right.

“Thank you,” you mumble as you cover the wool over your bare legs. Wayne hums but he’s already back on the TV.

The title on the bottom of the screen changes from ‘Puppies saved and sent to shelter’ to ‘Teenager missing’.

“Some of the guys at the plant were talking about this.” Wayne’s voice was grave as the camera angle switched to the cohost of the show, the other news anchor facing the camera with the serious expression taking over his face.

You glanced over at the older man and the look on his face made your heart thud behind your chest. He knew what was coming, and he was dreading hearing it.

You shuffled in your seat and leaned your elbows onto your knees, mirroring Wayne’s engaged position.

“For those who missed it earlier today, we would like to shine a light on current concerns in Hawkins. The main concern amongst citizens lies within the disappearance of Sarah Laments. 17 year old Sarah went out to get a bottle of Coca-Cola for her family on Friday the 31st and she has not been seen since.” The man on TV speaks eloquently yet with urgency, his features rested in a professional state of worry.

Your eyebrows furrow as you listen.

“Sarah was last seen wearing light blue denim shorts, a black tank top, and green high top converse. Sarah's last known location was the corner market on Cherry Oak road. If you have seen Sarah, or think you have any information that could help the investigation, please call this number.”

The couch creaked under Wayne’s weight as he adjusted his position. His deep voice broke you out of the stupor you somehow found yourself in.

“That’s near Hollow Oak,” he stated. “Ain’t that where you’re going? For that camp?” You could tell by the projection of Wayne’s voice that he’d turned his head, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the TV. You nodded, mouth too dry to respond. The anchor continued to speak and you intended on listening, but you didn’t want to seem rude so you opened your mouth, licked your lips, and croaked out a reply.

“Yeah.”

You turned your head to meet Wayne’s worried gaze. “How’d you know?”

“Eddie told me. He was talking about wanting to join you but…” Wayne trailed off with a shrug and took a sip from his beer.

You felt flattered that Eddie was talking about you to his uncle, but you also wondered why he decided against joining you at the camp. He would’ve been a nice addition, and could have taught guitar there.

Plus, you would be there for two whole months without him. He would have had an excuse to live with you for two whole months if he joined.

You just didn’t see why he wouldn’t want to join.

Before you could dwell on it for any longer, you focused back on the broadcast.

“And Leanne this is not an isolated incident, is it?” The male anchor asked his co host. The camera turned back to the lady with strawberry blonde hair curled into perfect ringlets. They swayed as she shook her head from side to side.

“No, Jason, it is not. Missing persons near Hawkins and Hollow Oak have risen by 7.8 percent within the last few months alone. Many worried parents and friends have filed missing persons reports, with less than 3 percent of them being resolved. Earlier today, we spoke with Chief Jim Hopper about the rise of missing persons in our town, and if we should be worried.”

“What’s goin’ on?” Eddie’s voice was hoarse and raspy, sounding as if it was scratching along his throat as it crept up and out of his mouth.

Your head snaps to him embarrassingly fast. You were sure that you heard a crack.

Eddie rubbed at his eye with one hand, and scratched his bare stomach with the other, blunt nails repeatedly running over the shitty stick and poke heart you gave him right beside his navel.

You knew that you looked like him a few minutes ago, same stick and poke and all, before fear and anxiety woke you up.

You pulled your lips into a tight smile and stood up from the couch, back awkwardly straight and the position stung along your shoulder blades. The blanket fell from your lap as you did so, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to worry about that.

“Nothing, Eds,” you told him as you began to make your way towards him. His hair was still pulled back into a low bun but it was barely hanging on by now. You made a note to fix it for him before you both went back to sleep, just to save yourself from having curls all over your face in the morning.

Eddie pried his eyes open to look between you, Wayne, and the TV. Then, his eyes settled on just you. “You okay?” he asked, reaching a hand out to latch onto your waist.

You nodded, taking a breath before replying. “Of course, Eds. We were watching the news, that’s all.” You don’t know why you were lying, and what there was to gain from not telling Eddie what was really bothering you, but you were sticking to it.

Eddie seemed unconvinced by your response, so you pushed forward and pecked the spot beside his lips.

He gave you a soft smile and lovingly pushed his nose against your cheek before you could leave his space. “‘Mkay, sweetheart. Back to bed?” You nodded.

“Yeah.” Turning back to Wayne, you waved to him, giving him a little smile and attempted to hide the fear that suddenly took over your body. “I’ll see you later, Wayne. Thanks for the chat.”

He looked at you sincerely, giving you a comforting smile. “Anytime,” He said your name coolly, sliding over syllables until your name was just a bunched up familiarity. “You stay safe, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“See ya, Wayne.” Eddie gave his uncle a little wave, one you didn’t look back to see if it was reciprocated.

You once again moved on autopilot. But there was a completely different reason behind it now. Before, you moved on autopilot as a survival instinct, your body taking you through your second home to give you water. Now, your body moves you through your second home because your brain was focused on supplying you with every single fear inducing thought that it could.

You knew that you gave Eddie your still full water bottle when he asked for it, you knew that you accompanied him into the bathroom where both of you took a piss. You knew that you fixed his ponytail for him before you went back into his room. You knew that you curled up against his chest and your body shifted as he reached behind you to turn the lamp off.

You were aware of all of these things, yet unaware at the same time.

Because while you were conscious of your immediate surroundings, you were also considering your future surroundings. The place you were leaving to go to tomorrow, where you hoped to find a home away from home, was now daunting and unsettling.

You don’t know when your eyes close but you dream of a dark figure standing in a misty forest, eyes big and glowing as they glower at you from afar.

06/07/90 09:32

Through the heavy metal door, you can just barely hear Eddie talking with the gas station attendant.

“Your girl, is she okay?” the older man is asking him. There’s a bit of rustling, Eddie’s probably picking out snacks, and then he’s humming.

“Uh, yeah? I think? I don’t really know if I’m being honest.” You sigh and adjust your head, introducing your cheek to yet another cold spot on the door.

Usually, you would consider the insane amount of germs that this door probably held. But right now, the door was the coldest part of the bathroom and you needed something to ground you.

When Eddie pulled into a gas station for a pit stop, every single horrible thought that’s been boiling within you for the last two days rose to your brain, plaguing it until you felt like you could hardly breathe.

You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, where you’ve been for the past few minutes. Entirely too long for a normal bathroom break, as both men on the other side of the door have picked up on.

You’re already back in your head by the time Eddie’s taking loud steps towards you, and when he knocks on the door, the sound verberates into your ears. You jump, head thudding against the door in a loud clunk!.

“Sweetheart, you okay? Are you taking a massive shit?” He lowers his voice at the end, trying to remain discreet yet you can still hear the shit eating (pun possibly intended) grin through his words.

“Not taking a shit, Eds.”

“Then what’s wrong?” From his tone alone, you could tell that Eddie knew something was bugging you.

You sighed and pulled the door open, which required more effort than you would’ve assumed.

As soon as there’s an Eddie-sized crack in the door, your boyfriend is squeezing himself in. He’s knocking into you, arms thrown around your waist in a hug, and you’re forced to let go of the door which almost slices Eddie’s leg off.

Your arms are thrown around his neck, head burrowed in the space between his shoulder and neck.

He’s rubbing at your back, rings running along the cotton of your shirt and occasionally colliding with the skin that the ridden up material has exposed.

“It’s okay,” he’s whispering in your ear. You don’t understand why until you realize that hot tears are escaping your eyes. They don’t have anywhere to go except onto the skin of Eddie’s neck, traveling in the barely-there space of Eddie’s skin and yours.

You’re equal parts confused and embarrassed. Sobbing in an upkept gas station bathroom wasn’t something you planned for today, and you were determined to stick to your well thought out plan.

So, allowing yourself another 30 minutes of crying, you soak it up and then peel away from Eddie’s skin to quickly wipe at your face.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” His hands come from your waist to your cheeks, cradling your hot skin in large palms.

You send him what you hope is a convincing smile.

“I’m just worried, that’s all.” Eddie squints and then raises an eyebrow, his way of telling you that he knows there’s more to it than just that. “And a little stressed.” You add with a halfhearted laugh, hoping that’ll divert his attention.

And it does. You know that Eddie is always willing to be your own form of stress relief.

“Stressed?” he asks. You nod, unable to hide your smile. “I can help with that.”

“Mmm, can you?” You’re already leaning into his, hands pressing against his chest before sliding down and around to circle his waist.

Eddie kisses your cheekbone, then your temple, and moves down to kiss where your jaw led to your ear. “You know I can,” he assures, voice purposefully deep. When you involuntarily shudder, you feel him smile against your cheek and you pinch him through the thin cotton of his shirt in retaliation.

He’s kissing down your neck now, but he stops to wince, then continues promptly. “You know I like pain, baby. ‘S not gonna affect me.” You pout for a second but then your mouth is opening in a soft sigh when Eddie sucks on that spot.

He’s not there for long, not that you mind it, because it’s your hand that’s reaching for his cheek and pulling his lips to yours. He obeys easily, slotting his slicked lips onto your dryer ones. He kisses you hard, trying to make all of your pain go away, and it’s briefly working.

The force Eddie has on your lips works you backwards until your back collides with the white cinderblock wall, a small thud sounding in the otherwise silent bathroom.

“Sorry,” He mumbles as he comes up for air.

“‘S okay.” You’re focused on other things anyway. Like Eddie’s hands fumbling with the buckle on your shorts.

They’re a personal favorite, cute and modest enough for a first impression, and you’d mourn the loss if something were to happen to them.

Which is why you push Eddie’s hands away whenever he starts to get a little aggressive, swearing in between heavy presses against your mouth, breathing curses into your airways.

“Lemme–” you’re mumbling, easily unbuckling and unzipping your shorts. “There,” you declare, humming when Eddie takes time to thank you before his hand is sliding into your shorts and panties in one go.

You’re already wet, to no one's surprise, and Eddie graciously decides to not comment on it. Instead, he singles out his middle and ring fingers and uses them to circle your clit twice, following the movements by sliding his digits down to where most of your slick has gathered.

He groans at the feeling of you soaking his fingers, no doubt imagining that same feeling on his cock. Pulling his lips away from you with a wet smack, Eddie drops his head to peer at his concealed fingers.

“Fucking–” he’s mumbling, a forgotten ‘shorts’ dying before the word can even leave his mouth. You knew what he was going to say, though, hooking your fingers in the denim and cotton and sliding them down your legs.

Eddie leaves no time, instantly stuffing both of his fingers into your entrance with a single thrust. You gasp, your body tensing and sliding up against the wall before you welcome the feeling and move in the opposite way.

He only thrusts his fingers into you for a few seconds, curling and scratching against that spongy spot within you. But Eddie has never been patient, and he’s lifting his head to ask you, “Do you need more?”

Your head is shaking instantly.

“Just need you, Eds.”

He works quickly. His hands find your bare hips and he’s walking backwards, leading you towards the sink that is just a few feet away. Then, he’s turning both of you, giving you one final kiss, before he’s just turning you, pushing your hip bones into the oddly tall sink.

You watch him through the mirror with anticipation, and there’s a second where you’re admiring how clean the mirror––and the entire bathroom, really––is, but that second is interrupted when you feel Eddie’s fat head splitting you open.

You hiss, hands gripping the porcelain sink and your head dipping down between your shoulder blades.

“Relax,” Eddie reminds you, his thumbs rubbing along your skin. You nod, taking a deep breath in and then letting it out, sustaining it while Eddie continues to slide in until he’s to the hilt. “There you go,” he whispers in praise.

He shifts and you gasp, small and resembling a hiccup. Eddie’s eyes instantly snap up to greet yours in the mirror, wide and worried.

“Fine,” You tell him. “Just so big.”

And then he’s smirking, big and cocky. “Yeah?” he asks. You’re unable to do anything but nod and bite down on your bottom lip, worrying the skin with your teeth as you get used to the feeling. It’s like you’re teeming with his cock, your stomach feels full and your head is like it’s spinning.

You’re already too fucked out to call him out in his ego, so you just nod and agree instead, forcing your ass back to try and silently tell Eddie to move.

“I hear you, I hear you,” he’s mumbling, more so to himself.

Hips shifting once again, fingers tightening against your skin, then he’s sliding out, slow and prolonged, just to fuck back into you almost at the same pace. He repeats that exact movement, his big eyes watching the way his dick slides in and out of you.

Impatience inevitably takes over, and the next thrust he delivers is a sharp snap of his hips. In the moment, his cock hits that exact spot and you’re keening, chest lifting with an intense gasp.

Eddie seems to remember that you barely have any time to spare as if and he picks up the pace completely. You feel the tickle of the short patch of hair that sits at the base of his cock on your ass with every thrust. His grip is tightening along your skin, pinching into your hips and you’ll know there’ll be at least some sort of mark left over, visible or not.

You’re staring at Eddie in the mirror, and he’s staring at where you two connect. You wish you could see too, but the mirror leaves you just out of frame, only showing the top of your pelvis and no more.

Luckily, Eddie begins to narrate for you, painting an appetizing image.

“Fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well. You always do, y’know that?” It’s rhetorical in nature, but you still manage to hum through your clenched teeth. “God, sweetheart, you feel so good. Squeezing Daddy’s cock just right.”

Eddie means it as a joke, as a way of teasing you, bringing your out-of-bed lives to your in bed (or, bathroom in this case) lives. But something inside of you takes it in all seriousness. You try to hide it, to place a grimace onto your face. But he already catches the slight shine in your eyes and he feels the way you squeeze around his cock.

The jig is up, but you still don’t mean to moan as loud as you do, you don’t even mean to moan at all, but you do. Loud and high pitched and it sounds so fake, something out of a corny porno. But it’s real. It’s so very real and if you weren’t having your brain fucked out of your head right now, you would be able to use them to feel some shame, some embarrassment.

Eddie’s head snaps up and his eyes find yours. They’re big, bigger than usual, and you can see the shock present in not only his massive irises, but his entire face.

“You like that? Like that name?”

You just stare, dumbfounded, mouth opened and drool starting to pool at the corners.

“I need an answer,” he says your name, your full one. Just the sound of it kicks you in the gut, makes you answer instantly.

“Yeah. Yeah, Eds. I like it.”

Eddie’s damp curls move as he shakes his head. “Not ‘Eds’.”

You know what he wants. With a deep breath, you give it to him. “Yeah, Daddy. I like it.”

“There’s my girl.” He’s grinning and one of his hands is reaching around to find your clit. He pushes back in till the hit, his pelvis and abdomen pressing against your lower back and ass. With the hand he still has on your hip, he urges you to stand up straight, placing his head on your shoulder once you do.

Before his fingers even find your sensitive bud, you already feel your high approaching. And with just three tight circles on your clit, and two thrusts, and a singular phrase whispered into your ear, you’re cumming around Eddie’s cock.

“Cum for Daddy.”

You want to be embarrassed or turned off so bad, but you cum so hard. Your legs are shaking, knees locked even though you knew from experience that that was the wrong position to be in.

Eddie helps you through your orgasm in many ways. His thrusts slow just enough to calm you down and keep you riding the waves, he’s whispering little praises into your ear, and he’s holding you up with the arm that has navigated his fingers away from your clit.

By the time you’re letting up on your grip on the sink, Eddie’s hips are stuttering behind you and he’s letting out little grunts. You’re satisfied that you were able to come-to at just the right time, your eyes finding Eddie in the mirror once again to watch him unsheath himself from your cunt, wrap his fist around his cock, and tug just enough times to spurt white, hot, cum on your ass.

The paper towel is cold and rough on your back as Eddie wipes you clean. The ground feels unsteady below your feet as you walk through the gas station and to the front door. Throwing a glance to the left, you’re happy to find that the attendant is no longer there, and a little bit of your dignity returns to you.

06/07/90 11:30

“The Sycamore Police Department has released a statement regarding the case of Sarah Lements. Early this morning, Sarah’s body was found in woods off of Cherry Oak road, her last known location. The cause of death has yet to be announced, but the Sycamore police is treating the investigation as a homicide as of now. Stay tuned for more information.”

Without even hearing what’s on the radio, your fingers are wrapping around the knob and turning the volume down just enough for your voice to be heard over whatever song is coming up next.

“Eddie, you’re lost. Just admit it. It won’t change my opinion of you.” Your head turns to look at him, a teasing smile on your lips. Both of you knew that if Eddie were to admit that he was lost––which he definitely was––you would never let him live it down.

And that knowledge is the exact reason why Eddie scoffs, casts a few glances around to his surroundings, and shrugs with a sniff. “I’m not lost, okay, sweetheart? I’m just …” he takes a moment to find the perfect excuse. “Taking the scenic route,” he settles on, throwing a lopsided smirk your way.

“Oh, taking the scenic route, are you?”

“Exactly,” he doubles down, “Just wanna spend a little extra time with my girl. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” You’re not buying but you don’t complain much. Truthfully, you welcomed the extra time. It kept you away from that camp, and with Eddie, the one place where you’ve felt safe recently.

You kick your feet up onto the dash, turn the radio up a bit, and lean back in your seat, eyes closed and you feel content for the first time in who knows how many hours.

It doesn’t last for long, though, because the once smooth road under you turns bumpy and then it stops all together. Or, rather, the van stops.

You peek one eye open, and then the other, and throw a few looks around before settling on Eddie.

He’s smirking, surprise surprise, and watching you. You watch him, trying to silently decipher his intentions. And then he's over exaggeratedly raising his eyebrows twice in what’s supposed to be a seductive dance.

It’s the exact opposite but it does get his intentions across.

“Eds,” you say, voice low and warning, drawing out the syllables in his name.

He does the same, saying your nickname in that same exact tone.

“We don’t have time for this.”

“You’ll be fashionably late.”

“Yeah, fashionably late and also looking fucked out.”

“That’s the style these days. You’ll be like Joan Jett, Madonna, Whitney Houston sometimes–” You’re cutting him off before he can continue to name female stars.

“But that’s not the style I’m going for.”

“I think you’ll look great like that. It would really bring out your eyes.” Your same eyes that were cloaked with multiple layers of mascara that were very likely to run.

“No, Eddie. We can’t. So put the car back in drive. We’ve seen enough of the scenic route.” You crossed your arms, turned back to face the road, and gave your most convincing pout.

But truth be told, you weren’t convincing either of you.

The corner of your lip was quivering, aching to turn up into a smile, but you refused to let it. Your eyebrows furrowed with focus as you attempted to keep your lips from curling up into a smile.

It didn’t matter much anyway, because Eddie was already reaching over and slotting one of his hands between both of your thighs and pushing his lips against the area below your jaw. He presses one kiss there, then two more when he sees that your reaction is immediate, face relaxing, mouth dropping open and eyebrows pinching together in the center.

“I just wanna taste my girl one more time. Is that too much to ask?” He’s mumbling into your skin. You distantly hear the sound of Eddie’s seatbelt unclicking, and then you hear yours too. Your hand reaches out to pull it off of you and you lean into Eddie’s touch.

“Gonna be without her for two whole months,” he’s still speaking, more so to himself now. His hand is working its way up to the crotch of your shorts, where he slides his pinkie in the open space and pushes the tip of it under the elastic seam of your panties, releasing it to let it snap against your skin.

“I’ll make it quick. I promise.”

You’re close to attempting to reason with Eddie by reminding him of the time and how much a good first impression meant to you. But then he takes your earlobe between his teeth, just barely bites down and then releases it. You’re sighing contently, and a nod comes from you without a conscious thought.

Eddie reacts fast before you can take it back.

“In it back.” His door is opened before he’s even finished. He’s already pulling open the rear door of his van before you even have your hand curled around the handle.

By the time you climb into the back of the van, Eddie is already sitting on his heels, waiting for you with his palms flat on his black jeans.

You shimmy out of your shorts then sit on the blanket Eddie has set up for times like this.

“It has to be quick, Eddie,” you’re warning him again. But at the same time, you’re pulling your shirt over your head, exposing your bare tits.

Eddie is already staring, marveling at you.

“No bra? Isn’t that a little naughty for a summer camp?” His voice is low and teasing, a playful smirk on his lips as he reaches a hand out to graze his thumb over one of your nipples.

“It’s just the counselors today and then the counselors in training tomorrow. The campers don’t come until Monday,” you’re explaining. Eddie’s getting comfortable all the while, sitting flat on his ass and urging you forward with a hand on your back.

The difference in the amount of clothing worn between you two is stark, and usually you would feel a little too exposed. But there’s too much excitement within you to feel anything else. This was the last time you were going to get to fuck Eddie for two whole months. Even though it had to be quick, you were going to make it worth your while.

“Mm,” Eddie hums absentmindedly, eyes still focused on your tits. “I still don’t want other people looking at my girls' tits, covered or not.”

You snort. “No one’s gonna be looking at my boobs, Eddie. Plus, it’s just entirely too hot to wear a bra.” Which was a fact.

“Remember when I said this had to be quick?”

“Yeah, yeah. I remember, sweetheart.”

You watch Eddie recline until he’s laid onto his back, your eyebrows furrowing. When you don’t do anything, Eddie lifts his head to look at you.

“You want it to be quick so bad, so you can be in charge.” Still confused, you stare at him dumbly. “C’mon. Get up here, cowgirl.”

You don’t have to be told twice.

06/07/90 13:04

“And you’ll write to me?”

“As much as I can.”

“And send pictures?”

“Yup. I’ll borrow Jonathan’s camera.”

“Naked pictures too?” He dips his head down and stares up at you through his short eyelashes, the volume of his voice dipping.

“We never agreed to that, Munson.”

“Let’s agree to it now.”

Before you can agree, both you and Eddie turn your heads at the sound of boots crunching against rocks.

A man no older than 35 is jogging up to you, a bright smile tucked underneath a comically large mustache, curled up on the ends like a French cartoon.

He speaks your name, firm and knowing but with a friendly tone to it. The final syllable is up in a pitch, as if he’s asking a question, and you nod your head.

“That’s me.”

“I’m Eric Wright, the owner of the camp. It’s nice to meet you.” He’s holding out a hand for you to shake, so you do, clasping your hand in his for no more than a second. Then, he’s extending his hand to Eddie.

You watch Eric to see if that usual distasteful look that people’s faces possess when they see your boyfriend. But it’s not there. He’s still beaming at him even when Eddie introduces himself.

His smile is unwavering, and it’s a bit unnerving.

“We started to get a little worried that you’d gotten lost.” Eric says with a little laugh.

Your ears burn and you don’t dare meet Eddie’s gaze.

“Yeah we um, got a little lost a few times.” Eddie supplies, his arm circling around your waist and pulling you into his side. You keep yourself from falling over by resting a hand against his stomach, then drop it in favor of seeming professional around your new boss for the next two months.

“Ah that happens sometimes. You need help with the way back?” He’s speaking to Eddie now, head tilted and eyes wide like he really wants to help.

“Nah, man. It’s good. Thanks though.”

Eric dismisses Eddie’s response with a simple “it’s no problem” then he’s turned back to you.

“The others are just inside waiting. You’re the last to arrive so we can get started with introductions and all that fun stuff.”

You nodded, a nervous smile on your lips. Turning to Eddie, you make sure to dampen that look, displaying the most convincing look of bravery that you could.

“See you in two months?”

“See you in two months.” He leans down and presses a kiss onto your forehead. Then another at the tip of your nose. One on each cheek. And a final one on your lips.

You knew it would’ve been a more intimate kiss if your boss wasn’t just a foot away from both of you.

Reluctantly, Eddie peels away from you and makes his way around to the otherside of his van.

With a final “I love you” spoken between you two, Eddie climbs into his van, starts it up with a cloud of exhaust, and drives onto the paved road, onto the gravel, and away from Camp Hollow Oak, leaving you there, alone, in the wilderness with Eric Wright and five other camp counselors.

With who knows what lurking in the trees.

#twilightzone! #munsonstwilightzone! #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things AU #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff

[irithnova]

🔥 on aph ASEAN?

Philippines:  I'm kind of glad that the Philippines turned out to be a guy in canon I know people were upset because a lot of fanon interpretations saw him as being a girl but, idk how to explain it without sounding insane or self hating LMAO but I feel like the Philippines being a guy makes seeing ships like Spain x Philippines and America x Philippines less uhh gross to look at. I mean I definitely don't ship those ships but its leaves a grosser taste in my mouth when I see Spain x woman Philippines for example, purely because we uhh all know what the Spaniards did to the women here lol.

I'm not saying that someones a bad person if they ship those ships I mean at the end of the day it's all fictional and people can do what they want, it's no biggie, I just think a lot of people in the hetalia fandom still don't have the ability to be nuanced about ships between countries with complicated histories. I have yet to see a well done analysis on how Spain x Philippines or America x Philippines would realistically work outside of people shipping it purely because it's a coloniser x colonised ship. I'm sure that a hetalia fan who is informed and can give a nuanced take can probably make me tolerate those ships but for now, no not really. . So if Philippines was a girl I feel like a lot of Spain x Philippines content or America x Philippines content would be a lot more disgusting and f3tishistic because Filipinas are already f3tishised.

Also when it's coloniser x colonised and the only reason why those two countries know each other is because one of them sailed across the world to invade the other one unprovoked, it's different from two nations who are neighbours and who war with each other if that makes sense. I think it would be different if Spain and the Philippines were like, neighbours who've fought each other for centuries and who subjugated each other and maybe I'd even like it if that was so, but it's just not the case (this is all coming from a Filipino)

Malaysia: LOL HE'S A SIMP FOR SINGAPORE (same). But honestly I kind of get it like why did Singapore say that Iceland of all people is his fave like what. Hima why are you trying to shoehorn in random Europeans LMAO

Indonesia: I love him but I wish in the manga he was portrayed a bit more like a Chad lol maybe it's because I'm used to the fanon interpretation of him

Singapore: I don't have strong feelings about him and I like his design but again uhh why is Iceland is fave bro💀 again it just seems like Hima trying to shoehorn in random European nations like shhh Iceland has had his turn being venerated by the fandom let the Asians have their go..

Thailand: No strong feelings about him I love him

Vietnam: Strong feelings about her but none of them are negative I LOVE HER XADKJS I just wish Hima would release a chapter of her just beating up America tho <3

Brunei, Cambodia, Laos and Myanmar I don't have unpopular opinions on really because I don't enough about their characters or how the fandom perceives them

Thank you for the ask :D

#hetalia #hws asean #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hws philippines #hws indonesia #Hws Singapore #Hws Thailand #Hws Vietnam #hws malaysia #Hws Cambodia #Hws Myanmar #Hws brunei #Hws laos #Ask

[androdetective]

since someone already asked for au poli (THANK YOU), can i ask for ur thoughts on og poli? :o]

also as a bonus, any thoughts on the official playlists for the characters?

I think I'll start off with my thoughts on the official playlists for the characters as my thoughts are more shorter. I like them! You can tell the characters are older with their tastes lmaoo. Theyre still pretty good though. My personal favorites are Juan Carlos' and Juanín's as they're more my tastes lol. I feel like the playlists say something about the characters. Off the top of my head, Juanín's playlist is filled with sad love songs with themes of longing for something good. And his character just so happens to deal with shitty friendships. I feel like we can assume he values friendship a lot because he tolerates so much of his friends' bullshit and still sticks around and cares for them a lot. And ofc he wouldn't like that so I can assume he just wants better. At least, that's what I get from it. I just care about Juanín a lot 😭

As for og Poli, I have several thoughts. First off, he's very funny 💀 I love how mean he can be like you go girl. Policarpo is honestly, just a superficial person. He's fake and a snake and he has pride. He gets friends and family he knows for the top rankings. He'll take bribes for who'll be the top ranking. (as seen in that one season finale) He's one of the several mean, superficial, and insecure characters on the show (ie tulio, bodoque) He has gossip on everyone and is willing to reveal things to humiliate others or just for entertainment. He is willing to screw others over for whatever reasons. And of course, when you're in an already mean environment, you're gonna get mean. I feel like bc of all the puppets' insecurities and their proneness to being mean, it ends up making the others even meaner in a bad cycle. Policarpo cares about his image. A lot. He is very careful to keep a tidy image. When it got revealed that he was bald, this caused an international scandal (💀). And it genuinely hurt Policarpo a lot. He had to rely on his friends to reassure him (and even then they still initially laughed at him. Assholes 💀) He cares about not only his public image but even his image amongst his friends. None of his friends even knew he was bald (and tbf, I wouldn't tell them that either they fucking suck) The first time he presented feminine, everyone was surprised. While it seems like they know Policarpo, they also don't at all. And Poli probably does that on purpose. Maybe bc his friends are shit. Maybe bc he just doesn't trust anyone with personal information like that. He doesn't trust them to present femininely more often around them. He doesn't like to admit that he's dressing femininely whenever he dresses very femininely. Even when his friends already know. It's sad to think about honestly. He's one of the several characters with low confidence in being their genuine selves and would rather cover it up with a (near) perfect image, superficiality, and meanness. They try to be in control of their image as much as they can but that's just impossible. To get over this unhealthy way of coping, they'll have to realize it's alright to be imperfect. But in an environment where everyone laughs at each other for the smallest things + general mistreatment, that's near impossible.

Idk how to explain it but this series feels so latino bc of the way the characters cope like actual traumatized/mistreated latinos do. Idk man 💀

#31 minutos #policarpo avendaño