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#older and younger sibling dynamics but make it 30 of them

peachhcs · 2 months

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hughes brothers just seeing sam and will acting all couply and seeing how much the two are really in love

watching their baby sister fall in love

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

summary: the hughes brothers realize their baby sister finally found the guy for her + watch her fall in love

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this request was so cutie and i enjoyed writing it :) pls send it anymore requests you guys have for samy and will!

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for some reason, the hughes brothers never saw their baby sister's relationship with will coming except luke who was the one still around as the feelings grew and the relationship developed—of course he picked up on all of the signs the younger smith sibling gave samy. him and will were almost the same age, so the teenage pining was all too familiar to the middle hughes.

quinn and jack on the other hand? oh forget about them knowing until the summer they came home after samy finished up her senior year. with them being away for most of the year, they missed every single gaze, touch, and stolen glances between the teenagers as the year went on. plus, luke's not one to talk about his crushes in general, so why would he mention anything about his sister's love life to the two older siblings?

the entire relationship left all three of them speechless when it finally happened. watching samy and will interact at the draft in nashville was the brothers' first indication something was happening. they looked way too close than usual considering will's always been attached to luke or jack growing up. he'd just naturally gravitate towards the boys as they grew up in the summer months together pushing each other off the dock, having diving competitions, and playing hockey in the driveway. neither jack nor luke noticed will slowly attaching himself to their sister instead as the years went on.

when samy and will's first date came a month later, the boys were skeptical. of course they knew will and how he was the sweetest soul on the planet—it was their older brother instincts kicking in. samy was their baby sister and it took a certain guy to be the right one for her and neither of the brothers wanted her to get hurt. sure, will was family, but that didn't mean he couldn't fuck something up.

their teasing was relentless before they let the young couple leave, but really it was all a tactic to see how well will held up under this new dynamic.

"can you guys shut up?" samy eyed luke standing against the wall before glancing at their mom for help.

"what? we're just saying. mom never let us go out to ann arbor by ourselves when we were yoyr age," jack piped in from the couch. will stood beside samy in a nervous mess, unaware of the brothers (mostly jack and luke) eyeing him down.

"guys, just cool it, okay? let your sister be," jim stepped in because he was probably the only one that could shut jack and luke up. the boys shut their mouths after that and samy dragged will out of the house before anymore comments could be made.

"seriously?" ellen eyed her boys.

"what? we gotta poke fun at her too," luke defended.

"you were gonna give will a nervous breakdown," the older woman rolled her eyes.

"it's nothing he hasn't heard before. just gotta make sure he's up to our standards for our sister," jack shrugged.

they were still up when samy came back through the door at around 10:30. they all perked up when she walked into the kitchen with the biggest smile on her lips.

"someone's smiley," jack commented.

"maybe it's too early to say this, but i really think it's gonna work out between us. at least, i really hope it does," samy gushed, a lovesick expression on her features that her brothers had never seen before.

her words turned a gear in their brains. they've never heard her talk about a guy like that before nor had they seen a look like that on her face after she came back from a date. that stuck out to them and for a split second, they thought that maybe will was the right guy for her. maybe.

the start of the new school year had the hughes siblings breaking up until summer again. samy headed off to umich for her first semester, luke flew out to jersey with jack to really begin his rookie year, and quinn headed back out west to vancouver—a captaincy in his near future. with the brothers not there, they didn't see the development of will and samy's new relationship. yes, the siblings were close, but there were some things they didn't talk about in detail with one another. one of them being their relationships and love life.

anytime the youngest hughes was on facetime with her brothers, she only briefly mentioned will and they also never really asked. when summer quickly came back around and the gang reunited, they were still skeptical of will. was he really the guy for samy? was he becoming like every other jerk hockey player the boys knew all too well because well, they were once that guy too.

their relationship was approaching one year and the brothers finally got to see and understand that yes, will was the perfect guy for their sister.

lazy lake days were everyone's favorites because people went and did their own thing whether it was nap all day, tan, or just mess around. luke immersed himself with a conversation with some of his old umich friends. ethan and mark yapped on and on about their hockey season while luke chimed in with details from his rookie year. the boy missed being in michigan everyday, but he was glad he could reconnect with everyone during the summer months for a few weeks.

after awhile, luke needed to go inside to get a new drink. he nodded to some of his brother's friends on his way up the yard before sliding the glass doors open. relief filled his body as the cold ac air hit his skin and cooled him down from the burning 90 degree temperatures outside. he was about to head back outside until voices caught his attention in the living room.

he shuffled that way, not quite recognizing who was talking until he saw the faces. luke met samy and will's friends a few times, but he didn't know them that well. two boys stood by the couch snickering to one another with their phone cameras out. luke raised his eyebrow, trying to peer over them to see what had their attention.

he finally spotted his sister and will curled up on the couch together. samy's head was tucked into the crook of will's neck while his own head laid atop hers. her legs were thrown over his lap and his arm draped over her shoulders. seeing them in that position was still so foreign to the middle hughes.

"gonna have a whole album by the time summer's over," luke was pretty sure his name was ryan. ryan showed him the photo album on his phone titled smitty's so whippedwhich made luke laugh.

"god, they were so insufferable over the phone and even worse in person," gabe teased.

"will was always calling samy like at any chance he got. pretty sure we tried throwing will's phone out the window one time because he wouldn't stop calling her," ryan snickered.

luke's expression settled a bit the more he stared at his sister and will. it almost softened for a second thinking about will constantly calling her to hear her voice. that wasn't something a jerky hockey player did, luke thought in his head.

"they were annoying, but it was cute i suppose. never seen smitty act like this before, it's kind of nice seeing a different side of him," gabe added with a tiny smile.

the boys' words left luke thinking. he thought back to when samy came home after their first date last year and the look on her face he'd never seen before. hearing about will's change too made the hughes brother think maybe will wasn't like every other guy.

later that day, luke crowded around the kitchen island with quinn and jack as the three discussed when they wanted to go golfing and if they wanted to invite anyone. samy shuffled into the kitchen, sleep laced in her eyes still with will right behind her.

"morning," luke laughed a little seeing his sister.

"morning," the girl grumbled back obviously not in the mood for any teasing.

"heard you two had a pretty sound nap," jack chuckled.

"yeah, it was really nice actually. thanks for asking," samy's voice dripped with sarcasm towards her brother.

"jeez, someone's grumpy," the older brunette laughed which made quinn and luke chuckle too. all samy did was give him the middle finger as she bent down to pick up the bottle cap she dropped.

instinctively, will wrapped his hand around the counter edge so samy wouldn't hit her head when she came back up. the gesture went unnoticed by samy since it was in will's second nature to just do that, but the brothers saw it very clearly. they saw how will didn't even think when he did it, he just did.

neither of them mentioned it when they left, but all three of them thought about the gesture for awhile after.

jack wasn't good at falling asleep. his parents liked calling him the night owl in the family since they could never put him down for bed. he'd just jump right back up, his energy bursting to get out.

the middle hughes tiptoed around the guys asleep on air mattresses scattered across the house. he thought maybe some food could make him sleepy, so he started searching the fridge for a snack.

the guy didn't notice samy and will until he let his gaze drift to the backyard while he cut up some apples. his eyes stopped on the gently swinging hammock on the deck and the two people inside. he immediately recognized samy's frizzy curls—very much taking after luke with that gene.

jack wasn't meaning to be creepy, but he crept a bit closer to the back doors to get a better look. will's arm was draped around her shoulder and samy's head was on his chest. he could hear their faint voices through the door and small giggles at whatever they were talking about.

the older brunette smiled to himself briefly before a few tears edged their way to jack's eyes. seeing his sister in love was not something he thought would make him emotional, but after watching her grow up, it all felt bittersweet in jack's mind.

he was always the one samy would go to first after luke if she needed something. he was closer to her age and while she didn't think quinn couldn't give advice, he was six years older. jack and luke were and have always been samy's go to's. jack was emotional in the fact that his baby sister finally found someone who sat in a hammock with her late at night to look at the stars—especially someone she already knew so well.

he left them be after he cut up his apples, retreating back to his room where he'd go to sleep knowing samy was in the right hands.

water guns were most definitely the worst investment for the lake house. the hockey boys went crazy with them full and armed like they were going to squirt anyone who walked by them. somehow, some of the guys and the girls managed to get themselves into a mini water gun fight.

gabe and ryan teamed up against samy and hannah originally. their squealing caught the attention of some of the other guys who quickly ran to join gabe and ryan against the girls. rutger aided in throwing water balloons at them while mark and moldy chased them with water buckets. poor samy and hannah were severely out numbered.

"hey! you can't run forever!" moldy yelled as he chased after the youngest hughes with an entire bucket of water.

"i can and i will!" samy yelled back at him. the brothers found it amusing and endearing that a lot of their friends saw samy as their own little sister they could constantly tease.

will walked onto the deck where samy immediately ran to him as a shield. the blonde grew confused before he saw nick with the largest water bucket he'd ever seen.

"hey, woah. you can't dump that on me," will said as he held his arm out, shielding samy from the impending water.

"i will if you don't move so i can get samy," moldy laughed.

"i'm not a part of this, so technically, i'm a safe spot," will tried negotiating.

"i'm not sure it works like that, smitty. she runs to you, you're on her side," nick shrugged, smirking still.

"get her!" mark yelled as he ran towards the deck with his own water bucket. nick took that as a signal he could dump his water.

samy screamed as will quickly shoved her out of the way and took the hit as two buckets of water drenched him from head to toe. the boys broke out into laughter while samy stared in disbelief that her boyfriend was now dripping wet and she was perfectly dry.

"oh shit. i'm sorry will," the girl couldn't hold her giggles as she covered her mouth.

the blonde shook his hair out like a dog before breaking a tiny smile. "you're taking the hit next time," he mumbled, placing a chaste kiss to her lips.

quinn, jack, and luke had watched the entire interaction from where they sat together at their fire pit. the three of them were laughing watching poor will get soaked for samy.

"he's so whipped if he just took two buckets of water for her," jack mumbled with a smile.

luke and quinn looked his way. it was the first time one of them had ever said something about samy and will to one another since their entire relationship started.

"they're cute. makes me miss being a teenager in love," quinn muttered. "plus, i've never seen her so happy before nor have i seen will so happy either," the oldest hughes added.

their eyes flicked back towards the couple where will was now trying to dry himself off.

"it's a good look for them, isn't it?" luke said after a moment.

"she's happy. like really happy," jack nodded.

"i think he really cares about her. he's definitely sticking around," luke said.

"i mean wasn't he already? he's like family," jack laughed making quinn laugh too.

"i'm just happy she's found someone. i totally saw it coming by the way, so you all owe me still," luke muttered and the brothers rolled their eyes.

#hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith hockey #samy x will #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan #will smith fluff #will smith hockey fluff

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 11 months

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Do you think petunia dursley deserve redemption?

Now a days many people say she was manipulated by Vernon or James insulted her( she saw james in harry) and they try to excuse her actions because she was woman.

After the war Petunia will divorce Vernon and harry will forgive her. They even say Petunia secretly always cared about Harry.

Please share your thoughts(only if you have time/want to ofcourse)

Thank you

I think young Petunia is a character it's easy to feel compassion for.

I can't really blame her for not wanting Lily around or not wanting anything to do with magic.

As a child, she is quite close to her younger sister and she has to witness that younger sister all of a sudden going on an adventure without her because her sister has magic and Petunia doesn't.

I dare anyone to not feel resentful and envious in that situation.

And the fact that she is the older sister makes it worse because when Lily goes to Hogwarts they are still in that age where the younger sibling tends to admire and still wants to follow the older and out of the blue that dynamic radically changes.

When in DH we find out that Petunia sent a letter to Dumbledore asking to go to Hogwarts, my heart absolutely breaks for her every single time I re-read it.

And then when Lily enters the wizarding world, Petunia is left to her normal life, which is probably not that great. The Evanses aren't poor but they are definitely not rich. And she is still very much a girl in the 70s, not as bad as the 30s but not as good as today. All of this is to say that she is not left in a situation of privilege and luxury and therefore has nothing to complain about.

Petunia is also left to deal with lying to protect Lily's secret, probably having to say something about how she was sent to some special school for very talented kids, therefore having to make herself appear as the stupid sister. And so everyone would be super curious about this brilliant sister of Petunia, forcing her to live in Lily's shadow even outside of the house and with Lily in Scotland. It's also implied that Lily is the beautiful sister, which I'm sure doesn't help Petunia's resentment. It writes itself a scene from a summer in 1976, where Petunia's friends are eager to meet/see again her beautiful brilliant sister, and Petunia dies of envy.

It's true that Lily enters a world in which as a muggle-born she is subjected to discrimination but I doubt Petunia knew much about it:

Even though Petunia was raised alongside a witch, she is remarkably ignorant about magic. - from Vernon and Petunia Dursley by JK Rowling

Then Lily ends up marrying James Potter, rich, athletic, and good-looking. While Petunia marries Vernon. Tell me you wouldn't hate Lily even more. Lily marrying a wizard so soon after Hogwarts also adds to the separation of the two sisters into two different worlds. Other factors are the war in the wizarding world and the death of their parents.

And speaking of the devil, Petunia seems also resentful towards her parents for showing, according to her, a preference for Lily:

I was the only one who saw her for what she was -- a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!" She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years. -Chapter 4, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowing

If you notice, Harry doesn't know anything about Mr and Mrs Evans, one thing is him not knowing about the Potters but if Harry doesn't know anything about the Evans grandparents, it means Dudley doesn't either, it means Petunia doesn't talk about them, doesn't have photos of them. Frankly, seeing the relationship between the two sisters, the Envases mustn't have been geniuses at the whole parenting thing.

And for all of this, again, I can't blame her for hating magic, especially when you consider that the first and one of the only experiences with wizards she has is Snape [how hilarious it is that those two know each other?], someone that hates muggles and literally made a tree branch fall on her. Then there's the sister that seems to live to outshine her and Dumbledore who tells her she is not special (not in those terms obviously, he is quite kind actually, but how is a young girl going to perceive that letter if not like that?). By the time she meets James, she already hates magic too deeply.

This Petunia is someone that makes you wish life had been a little kinder to her, and maybe then she could have been better.

But the Petunia since she takes Harry in? She is a monster. What she does to Harry should have put her in jail, and there's no indication that it's Vernon who forces her to behave like that. Like there's no indication that Vernon and Petunia don't love each other. If anything, the fact that Vernon agrees to have Harry in the house despite hating him seems a testament to how much he loves Petunia.

Harry does seem to hate Vernon in particular but the more fitting explanation seems to be that Vernon is a man and therefore more intimidating.

As wrong as it would have been, I could have even forgiven Petunia if she had just been a little colder towards Harry and shown a preference for Dudley. She is substantially forced to take this boy into her house, a boy who has a genocidal maniac after him and therefore potentially puts in danger her, her husband and her son, and she is also forced to see the dynamic that brought so much pain to her repeat again. Dudley is Petunia, and Harry is Lily. Dudley is a muggle, and Harry is a wizard. It's pretty reasonable for her to hate the idea that one day her son will feel like she did. Maybe she was even planning to not have more than one child just to avoid that. Petunia hates Harry because she sees Lily in him, not James. James canonically never insulted Petunia, the only reasons Petunia has for hating him are that he is a wizard and Lily's husband. At best she may have reason to not find him particularly likeable:

The first meeting between Lily, her boyfriend James Potter, and the engaged couple, went badly, and the relationship nose-dived from there. James was amused by Vernon, and made the mistake of showing it. Vernon tried to patronise James, asking what car he drove. James described his racing broom. Vernon supposed out loud that wizards had to live on unemployment benefit. James explained about Gringotts, and the fortune his parents had saved there, in solid gold. Vernon could not tell whether he was being made fun of or not, and grew angry. The evening ended with Vernon and Petunia storming out of the restaurant, while Lily burst into tears and James (a little ashamed of himself) promised to make things up with Vernon at the earliest opportunity. This never happened. Petunia did not want Lily as a bridesmaid, because she was tired of being overshadowed; Lily was hurt. Vernon refused to speak to James at the reception, but described him, within James’ earshot, as ‘some kind of amateur magician’. -from Vernon and Petunia Dursley by JK Rowling

But what Petunia does to Harry goes way beyond anything that could have been excused. And of course, we are also forced to re-read a younger Petunia through that lens, you don't become someone that could do that to a child out of the blue. Was there really ever a time in which she could have been saved?

As for redemption, the personality that is presented to us is not remotely complex enough to consider a redemption arc. Nothing that could be considered in-character. Among the established core traits of her character, there are being envious, and full of hatred.

But even if Petunia decided to become a better person for who knows what spiritual awakening, I don't see why that should become Harry's problem. Each person may have a right to become a better one but that doesn't mean they stop being the person who did the bad things. Even if Petunia became a saint who volunteers in children's hospitals, she would still be the woman who abused Harry, mentally and physically, throughout the first two decades of his life.

I do think that Harry would probably make some sort of attempt to hear her out if that were the case (as much as I also think Ginny would absolutely hate the idea and refuse to let him go alone) because Harry is too compassionate for his own good, and shows more than once to have a problem when it comes to setting boundaries in favour of his own emotional comfort. But I also think it would cause him a great deal of pain and distress and they would never be able to be more than just civil to each other.

In light of that, but also as a general statement in regards to this morbid obsession a lot of people seem to have for redemption arcs, I'd like to say that there's no acceptable reason for the redemption of the abuser to become the punishment of the abused.

[I would advise reading the piece written by Rowling on Vernon and Petunia, there it's made very clear that they love each other]

#petunia evans #petunia dursley #lily evans #lily potter #harry potter #thegirlwhowrites642HPmeta

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wishing-stones · 4 months

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Small headcanon prompt for you!

How do you think things would have gone if ren was younger than canon (think like 17-19 years old) where ren was more of a platonic little sibling to everyone (the gang and stars)?

Well, they'd be very protective, that's for sure.

Killer would tease the shit out of them, but it wouldn't be any worse than hazing the other guys, and none of his little pranks would actually hurt them. He's fond of ruffling hair and noogies.

Dust would be their very devout protector. Woe betide anything that comes near them with harmful Intent. He doesn't tease as much but anyone they eventually grow romantically interested in best pray he's not in a bad mood when he finds out. It's also his obligation to beat their ass at any pvp video game.

Axe still has a younger sibling, so they just get lumped in with "protectively herding them towards what they need to do or where they need to go." He'll hound them to eat properly and in a timely manner because a growing human body needs that. He absolutely encourages participation in the kitchen, too.

Cross is similar to Dust in his protectiveness, but he's more likely to be an escort somewhere than to shadow them. He's the one who would get into the most bickering because he's easy to rile, but he also subscribes to "stop the argument with a noogie." Having a younger sibling again does him immeasurable good, though.

Baggs has kind of fallen off the 'take care of younger sibling' bandwagon because General is capable and competent on his own, and doesn't need guidance. A teenager, however, is kept in check in regards to their health, education, and physical activity. He's happy to help tutor if it's needed, and he's pretty good at it. He believes a hands-on approach is best for learning, so nothing ever done with him is boring.

Nightmare hasn't had a sibling in a long time. He hasn't had to take care of one anyway, but he's not unkind. He's just... firm. His rules will be followed, and they will continue their education on time and well. He's pretty good-humored about a teenage human, actually, although he will only tolerate so much pushback before he sets his foot down. Gentler, more humorous methods of correction come out; he has a few nerf guns and an entire drawer of darts. Don't make him use them.

Dream Is just happy to see everyone banding together to take care of someone. It's good for the gang to have a collective younger sibling, since they're all older brothers. (He lets Nightmare think he's older most of the time, but reminds him they're actually twins when it's most inconvenient.) He's pretty gentle with them; not a lot changes about their dynamic, actually.

Ink gleefully steals them for 'art classes' and makes sure to inspire their creativity wherever he can. He also encourages their mischief and will happily help them set up pranks and stuff against their older brothers. Ink is a fantastic friend to them and basically lets them do whatever they want. The 'cool uncle' kind of guy.

Blue Isn't quite sure what to do, honestly. He's happy to hang out with them, and he definitely encourages fitness, but.... He's used to being around Actual Adults, and he himself is in his 30's. He's a little awkward on his own, but he's better in a group.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #feat. star sanses

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acutemushroom · 4 months

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My " 'Jon's characters are related' tree" corrected

So....upon first posting it, I've realized that I've forgotten Roman and Wiggly. But that's not all, I can do better. Yesterday, I've realized that I also forgot Daniel/Stopwatch... So, here is a corrected version of the family tree. Though, I still deliberately did not include Wiggly and cie. for my sanity's sake. I could have added the Emma and her family to the tree, but since her and Paul don't have children together, let alone children played by Jon, I chose otherwise.

So... here is some explanation on how I connected the Murray and Monroe families the the Matthews one :

Again, Roman doesn't share the same surname. And Roman being the leader of Nibbly's cult, I wouldn't be surprised (and HC) that he is much older than he looks like. Probably around Sheila's age actually... So, it's through his sister that he is connected to Paul ! But again, the ages wouldn't have fitted that well if he was his great-uncle. So, I went down a generation below. Roman's niece is actually the Matthews' matriarch, Paul's grandmother.

Which makes Linda Paul's second (degree) cousin, despite them being around the same age. I partially explain that by the fact that, at least in my HC, her mother was something around 30 years younger than Roman (yeah, yikes) .

In the same order of ideas, her children are Paul's father's cousins, his first cousins then, despite them being younger than most of Richie's generation. In fact, I don't think Trent is much older than little Jerri... Talking about them, I know Gerald isn't the biological father of at least half of Linda's children. But because we don't know who their fathers actually are and that Gerald's name most probably is on the birth certificate, I am going to put them as his children. Not that it changes anything for the sake of relating each of Jon's characters.

Stopwatch is Gary's son. No real reason if why not ?

Also, here's some HCs about the dynamics in the family !

The twins know for Daniel's power, but not for the fighting ring. Richie's been so overexcited to learn that, that Daniel feared he would spill the beans. Thankfully, he didn't. Under oath not to. All the family think Daniel has martial art classes, only his father knows the truth about the fights.

Daniel calls Paul and his siblings uncle and aunt. Jerry did try to break him out of the habit, he's their first cousin not their nephew. But it just made it worst. Now, Jerry is suspecting Gary to bribe his son to purposefully call him that just to piss him off.

Girl Jeri knows that Jerry has nephews and a first cousin. But not at first ! When she saw them for the first time, walking pass them on the street, she legit stopped in her track and searched for a solid minute why they looked so similar to Jerry. He had to clarify why later.

All the men are made from the same mold in the family ! No seriously. If Little Jerri had actually been raised by his parents, instead of being left in the woods as a baby, he'd look like his father's exact copy.

When Paul brought Emma to a family reunion for the first time, she did make a joke/comment on the fact they all look like clones. Which was particularly hilarious in the "Forever an always" timeline...

Linda has no idea that she is related to the Matthews.

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wonryllis · 2 months

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NEW MOOT GAME !!!!!

choose 6 random mutuals and pick 1 of prompts .

the sibling moot game ? if your moots remind you of an older/younger sibling or sibling dynamic?

if u and ur moots were all in a kpop group tgt give them positions and hcs , i think you’d be the leader ! [ weren't u the leader in a socmed au ? ]

if u and ur moots ever travelled togtether where would you want to go and what hcs or stereotypes would you all be?

moots as songs ?

male and female idol your moots remind you of ?

moots as kdrama cliches or stereotypes ?

moots as webtoons ?

random hcs of moots ?

omg these are so manyyy and i got like 30 mutuals and i don't wanna like pick so i'll only do whichever mutual i feel suits most!

@hoonvrs & @lheebra give me older sibling vibes and @leaderwon & @okwonyo give younger sibling!

um i think i already did that in this moot game ( also no way i could never be the leader i don't have it me, i was the oldest and main vocal in one of @.seungstarss sunghoon smau )

i have a lot of places i want to travel to as of right im feeling a lot of egypt and mutuals who i think would be up to go to egypt with me are @boyfhee @jungqkook @tyunni @jjunae and we'd all love to explore the ancient sites with cameras telling each other all the interesting facts we searched up before trip.

well @jangwonie @nyukyujs @okwonyo are soft upbeat songs with a cute vibe, @jungqkook @lheebra @tyunni are those serious bgm that everyone falls in love with searching for the song all over google, @boyfhee @joomiu @eeunoia @hoonvrs the happy yet nostalgic theme song that makes one travel over the whole plotline of the story in their mind, @stariekis @isoobie @jjunae @heesbaby happy love song that makes you feel the chemistry between the main leads, @atrirose @odxrilove @leaderwon are legit children's cartoon opening songs! @heelvsted @enhalov @www-jungwon are the mysteriously beautiful horror movie ending song.

i did this one already but only female.

did this too here!

webtoon.. lemme just assign them to my favourite ones so first 'how to get my husband on my side' @jangwonie @okwonyo @isoobie 'i became the wife of the male lead' @boyfhee @hoonvrs @tyunni @jjunae 'for my delerict favorite' @atrirose @odxrilove @leaderwon 'the villainess is a marionette' @lheebra @heesbaby @heelvsted 'siren: becoming the villain's family' @eeunoia @jungqkook @stariekis 'into the light once again' @nyukyujs @www-jungwon 'i'll be the matriarch in this life' @enhalov @joomiu

you can find this on my mutual list ig lmao

#୨ৎ . . 𝓂o𝐨𝐭 𝓰a𝗺𝗲s ᵎᵎ

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eddiesfaerie · 2 years

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to be so close, to remember it all

Summary: At the biggest party of the summer, you run into an old fling who you haven't seen since you graduated and left Hawkins for college; Eddie Munson. (6.9k words) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, drinking (underage drinking too idk?), drug use, porn WITH plot, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it like for real), angst like you won’t believe (happy ending), fluff, the usual deal with eddie <3 semi-public sex, van sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, spit kink, hand kink obvi, face slapping, dom sub dynamic, dom eddie, sub reader, crying during sex, reader goes cock dumb a little bit, creampie, eddie and reader are 21 (in flashbacks they are both 18!)

A/N, if you've seen Dazed and Confused, think of that giant party they have in the woods, this is what i was envisioning!!

The air was hot and sticky, thick with humidity which was not unusual, even for mid June, even for how late at night it was.

Your jean shorts stick to your body uncomfortably as you nurse the same drink some (definitely underage) kid handed you 30 minutes ago now. While everyone else was chugging theirs, you decided to sip slowly to manage to get through tonight.

You didn’t necessarily want to be here but your younger sibling had begged you to accompany them to the biggest party they had ever heard of happening in the woods. One final kickback before everyone left for college. It was bittersweet, you remember your own party, deep in the woods of Hawkins in the summer that you had graduated, 1983.

You watch the younger teens run around after each other, leaning against their cars, trucks and vans as their headlights light up the forest dreamily, like you were all in some music video. Everyone’s drinking, smoking pot and getting high all together, one final time.

It makes something nostalgic pang in your chest as you reminisce on one particular goodbye you never truly got over. An unruly, curly headed fling who you never stopped fantasizing about, even through college, even after meeting other boys.

No one was like him.

You wonder briefly if he’s here. If he’s still in Hawkins, if he ever fucking graduated. You stopped hearing his name the moment you graduated and left for the city but you always wondered what the fuck Eddie Munson was up to.

Your sibling calls your name and you smile as they approach you, handing you another drink and taking your now empty cup.

“Someone’s looking for you.” They tell you and you scrunch up your face, confused but your heart beats with naive hope.

“Who?” You were sure you didn’t know anyone else who was graduating. Unless, unless, unless.

“I don’t know. He just asked if I knew you, if we were related. He said I look like you.” They shrugged, a bit tipsy and lopsided.

He, it couldn’t be-

“He’s over there.” They continue, pointing off into the dark distance all too vaguely but you see him in an instant, you’d recognize him anywhere.

Eddie’s eyes meet yours and he smiles so fucking wide you think your heart cracks open. Fuck you missed him, seeing his face now for the first time in three years you fucking missed him so much and you hadn’t realized it until now. You stare at him a little incredulously and he waves from where he stands, very much in the dark and surrounded by two or three close friends, no one else. Always the loner.

“T-Thanks.” You stutter, giving your sibling a subtle smile before walking over in Eddie’s direction.

You walk awkwardly, suddenly unsure of what to do with your arms, trying not to swing your hips too obviously as you become hyper aware of your body’s state. You missed him you missed him you missed him.

His friends walk away as you approach him which you’re thankful for. He sticks a cigarette in his mouth and lights it up as you come nearer, the orange flicker lighting up his face ominously and suddenly something hot and heavy and familiar sinks in your stomach. He’s aged well. It’s only been three years but he somehow looks older, sexier than when you left Hawkins. His hair is longer, lips plumper and smile deeper, the lines by his mouth more prominent and your eyes go bleary.

He leans back against the tree trunk behind him, blowing the smoke out of his mouth easily. The smile that threatens to take over his face is too hard to ignore, too strong to push down. He’s fucking delighted to see you.

“Never thought I’d see you again.” He smiles, voice light and teasing and easy like your goodbye wasn’t enough to knock him to his knees. Like the thought of never seeing you again wouldn’t absolutely kill him.

And you alike.

You shrug, trying to match his easy energy. You stand around him awkwardly, you’re unsure on how much distance to leave between the two of you, it’s been so long. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Didn’t say I was disappointed, princess.” He smirks, sucking the cigarette deeply, hollowing out his cheeks while his eyes burn into yours as he inhales.

You look away from him and his piercing stare, it stabs you like a knife in the back of the head, his stare makes your head pound, makes you dizzy.

“How’s college treating you?” He asks when you say nothing. His voice is tight from the smoke, sarcastic as well and you can’t tell if he’s hurt or trying to hurt you like you hurt him when you left three years ago. Without him.

You giggle as you lay on his bed, your eyes heavy and your chest light.

“Our apartment is going to be so cool, like, everyone’s going to be jealous.” Eddie says animatedly, laying on his back, next to you as you both mindlessly look up at the ceiling. Your body is sweaty, sticky and wet. You need a shower but Eddie was way too fast at rolling a joint. You both laid there, smoking the joint, completely spent, lazy and lax.

You laugh again. “We are not moving in together until you promise to be cleaner, okay? I cannot have our place smelling like… like boy.”

Eddie feigns being hurt, grabbing his chest, his heart, over dramatically and makes a choking sound, like you stabbed him. You turn your head to look at him and he’s already looking at you.

“Oh you wound me, sweetheart,” He glares at you playfully, through clenched teeth but his lips are pulled tight in that perfect Eddie smile. Your heart clenches.

“I know you love my smell.” He tells you, leaning forward just a bit. You bite your lip and stay quiet.

“You love my boy smell.” He bellows before climbing up on top of you and shoving your face into his still damp armpit.

You squeal and push at his chest but to no avail, the boy is stronger than you and he cackles maniacally as you continuously push at his body.

“You love it! You love it!” He chants, kissing the top of your head while keeping you pinned underneath him. You give up trying to push him off of you and instead wrap your arms around his bare torso and begin tickling him.

Eddie laughs and you inhale him one last time as he finally pulls himself off of you.

You did love it.

“Fine. Fine. It’s, you know, college.” You laugh awkwardly, taking a rather big gulp from the drink your sibling gave you. It tasted like candy, it was sickeningly sweet but was going straight to your head.

Eddie nods, flicking the ashes of his cigarette onto the ground. He stares at the way they burn away into nothing on the dewy grass instead of looking at you.

You burn so brightly now, somehow brighter than you had with him all those years ago in high school when he thought you were the coolest fucking girl at Hawkins High. You look older now, happier. Maybe the time away from here, away from him, did you some good. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe he really was bad for you, like anyone with half a brain could have told either of you. Maybe that’s why he never asked you to stay, to wait for him. He’d only weigh you down.

“I-It’s not much different from high school actually. I’m still a total fucking loner.” You snort, trying to make light of the situation, trying to ease the palpable tension between the two of you that’s done nothing but grow and seep into both of your beings since the moment you walked over to him.

Eddie snorts at that too. He finds it hard to believe but he doesn’t think you’d lie to him, not for his own sake, not because you had some strange, newly developed pity for him.

“Loner stoner.” He smiles, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Your heart pangs loudly in your chest you swear he could see it if he looked hard enough. If he leaned in he would see the way your shirt tightened over where your heart fucking pounds, desperate to leap out of your chest and into his hands and scream look! I’m here, I’m still here and I’m still beating and I still fucking care about you, I still lov-

“Loner stoner.” You repeat, smiling at the ground, at a rock you kick stupidly with your converse to avoid looking into his big brown eyes.

That’s what you called each other in high school, the loner stoners. Neither of you had many friends, he was the one who actually had friends. He always invited you to hang out with them, to join in on their D&D games but you always refused. You only wanted him.

Eddie was too sweet on you, he never minded keeping you all to himself, he never minded that you preferred hanging out one on one, getting high and then eventually finding yourselves back at his trailer, in his room, going down on one another.

It wasn’t until the summer before college that you finally found your own friends, right before you up and left.

“Always.” He says, looking up at you finally, flicking his cigarette towards his white shoes and stomping it out.

Your eyes are heavy when you look into his, they prick and sting with the smoke of his cigarette and the bonfire that's off in the distance. That’s what you tell yourself.

Eddie sighs dramatically, kicking himself off of the tree trunk and stalking towards you, circling you, observing.

“Well, that’s a shame about college,” he sighs, continuously circling you until he stops, his hand hot on your forearm as he suddenly grabs you tentatively, testing the now uncanny waters, “wanna get high?”

You’re barely done nodding your head before he’s pulling you through the forest.

Eddie pulls you away from the blinding headlights of all the cars. The dark cover of night hides the two of you as you scurry off towards the backwoods, towards the direction of the lake and his parked van, away from everyone else.

He’s silent when you reach it, silent as he searches quickly for his stash, sliding open the side door of his van and sitting on the edge of the now open back area. Eddie finally pulls out his black metal lunch box, the same one he had in high school.

He says nothing as he expertly rolls the joint, you mindlessly sit down next to him and he doesn’t spare you a second glance, just focusing on the task at hand. You watch his ringed fingers gleam in the moonlight as they move expertly over the thin paper, rolling it so deftly like he has hundreds, maybe thousands of times before.

You watch him in a shared, perhaps forced, silence. Unsure of what to say, what to talk about. What could you say to him, I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I left without you, I’m sorry I managed to get out like we always talked- dreamed about and you didn’t and I just left you without more than a goodbye and I cried and cried-

“Here.” He says, passing you the finish joint and you blink at him before coming back to the present moment. The joint was unlit, as per your usual ritual. Your stomach flutters at the fact that he still remembers it.

You place it between your lips, awaiting his hand with the magic flame. He lifts the lighter, your hands cup around his to save the flame from any wind. You lean into his touch, lighting the tip of the joint. You suck in quickly, two, three shallow puffs to burn the end of the joint, to get it going. Eddie watches you mesmerized, not unfamiliar with the way your lips suck and pucker around something else. His stomach erupts with sudden butterflies, moths, maybe something bigger like birds because his cheeks light up red hot and he looks away suddenly as you take it between your fingers, blowing out the burning end so it doesn’t go up in flames.

You pass it back to him, and he passes it back to you. This goes on for however long, in complete silence. You both stare off into the woods, Lovers Lake shimmering and glinting off in the distance, screams and laughter coming from the bonfire not too far in the other direction. You’re alone with him and neither of you can fucking say anything.

You hadn’t been lovers, or in love at all. Well… maybe. No, no definitely not. You just sought each other out. Two outcasts, you both hated everyone and the way they talked, acted for people who didn’t even care about them. Better to be yourself and not give a shit what other people think because in the end, they’re just jealous leeches.

You kept it a secret, the fact that you were hooking up. You didn’t want the leeches to, well, leech onto it and suddenly become Hawkins High’s favorite hot gossip. So it was a secret. And when you left, you treated him like a secret. An awkward goodbye in his trailer, an awkward hug, neither of you knowing if you should kiss or if that was suddenly weird, taboo. You hadn’t been together, anyways. Only lovers kiss each other goodbye.

“It’s weird being back.” You blurt, hating the way your voice cuts through the silence so awkwardly.

Eddie looks at you as you continue to stare off into the distance, your eyes focused on the lake. He can nearly see its reflection in your eyes.

You’re beautiful, he thinks to himself, you’ve only grown more beautiful and he hates that he wasn’t there to watch it. Maybe it was precisely because he wasn’t there.

Eddie nods, sort of understanding. He’s sure it’s weird. He’s sure you feel out of place. Then again you always have, that’s what had drawn him to you all those years ago when you were both in the same grade.

You huff, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them to you, curling in on yourself.

“Bad weird or good weird?” Eddie asks, holding out the joint to you.

You take it, your fingers brush and you try to not pay it any mind but it’s all you think about for a moment.

“Good weird.” You say finally, lips muffled a bit by the joint you stick between them.

You suck it harshly, trying to suck something like courage out of it to say what's on your tongue. His weed is premium so it doesn’t take much.

“It’s good… seeing you again.” You admit, handing him the joint and he stares at you a moment before taking it from your delicate hand.

“Yeah,” Eddie croaks, smoke thick in his throat, “You… look different.”

You don’t like the sound of that. Neither does he, to be honest. He hadn’t meant for it to come out sounding like that.

“Good different or bad different?” You whisper, nearly afraid to ask.

Eddie snorts, he laughs a little but it doesn’t feel totally friendly. It feels a little cold, laced with ice around the edges.

He shrugs but says nothing, passing the joint back to you, fingers lingering on each other and he’s quick to pull away.

The touches are quickly driving him insane, his hands all too familiar with touching your body but now after three years he feels like it’s unallowed, sinful of him to want that again. You’ve both grown up, you should want more adult things than just sex and weed and getting high and laughing until you fall asleep together. Right?

“What happened was for the best,” He starts awkwardly, hand scratching at the back of his neck, “we were just using each other. Maybe it was good that you left.” Eddie cuts to the chase so quickly it winds you. You nearly choke on the smoke still in your throat.

You grimace, holding the joint tightly between your two fingers. “I didn’t think of it like that.” You admit, taking another desperate drag.

Eddie looks at you, suddenly regretting his choice of words at your sad, hurt expression.

“Yeah, me neither. I don’t know why I said that.” He blabbers, reaching for the joint and panicking when you don’t offer to give it to him. You hand it back to him, a little bewildered from this tug and pull with him.

“It’s okay.” You say lamely, too casually for what you both only half admitted. Maybe it wasn’t nothing, maybe all our time together hadn’t meant nothing.

Eddie nods, sucking on the quickly shortening stub of a joint. He wonders if you’ll leave once it’s done so he quickly searches his stash to roll another, to keep you from leaving so quickly.

You watch him move frantically, wanting to know so desperately what the fuck he’s thinking about.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt.

Eddie scoffs rudely, eyes focused on the new joint he rolls, the short one still dangling expertly between his lips. “Don’t apologize to me.”

“O-Okay, sorry.” You stutter stupidly, apologizing again, visibly shrinking in on yourself and Eddie wishes he could stop being so fucking awkward around you. You, it’s still you; looking like a kicked puppy.

“Hey no, I mean- fuck.” He rolls the joint poorly and the thin paper rips between his fingers, weed spilling out of the tear. Eddie groans, tossing the ruined joint to the side and throwing his head into his hands.

Fuck, this sucked. This was the worst fucking thing ever and neither of you knew how to break out of it, how to get out of this awkward phase of hey we used to fuck but i haven’t seen you in three years and now we’re older and things are different but they’re not really because I still remember your taste. Can everything go back to the way it was before, when we were together, when we were lovers-

“I mean, don’t feel bad. I don’t want to make you feel bad because you got what we both wanted and I was too stupid to be able to get it for myself.”

“You’re not stupid, Ed-”

“I failed senior year twice.”

You snort. You don’t mean to laugh but you do and you look at him with wide eyes, worried he’ll be hurt but he’s already smiling at you. So you let a giggle rip through your throat and Eddie’s heart soars in his chest at the sound.

“Doesn’t get much stupider than that.” He adds, voice teasing and light.

You punch his arm lightly, trying to get him to stop but all you find is your flesh burning at the contact with his firm arm.

“I’m serious. You’re not stupid, this place just sucks ass.” You groan, thinking back on how torturous high school was, for you and for him. You’re more than thankful he can actually leave this place now.

Eddie nods, sucking what’s left of the little nub before he flicks it onto the forest floor. “Yeah, it does. I’m glad at least one of us got out.”

You know he’s not trying to guilt trip you, you know he’s being honest, Eddie means what he says, always - but your heart pangs in your chest. It should have been both of you.

“You were always too good for Hawkins. Too cool for everyone at school, even me.” He smirks, trying to make light of something that’s killed him for the past three years but you don’t see it as a joke, as someone on the other side of the double edged sword. It had been three painful years for you as well.

“I always thought you were cool, Eddie.” You admit, voice just above a whisper.

Eddie rolls his eyes, adjusting his hips where he sits next to you and his thigh bumps into yours. How was he still wearing those dark jeans even in this midnight heat?

“Spare me the pity, princess.” He groans, a smile always pulling at his full lips.

“I’m not pitying you. I always thought you were the coolest. You were the coolest person I knew… you still are.”

That shut him up. Eddie says nothing, he just stares at you with meaningful eyes, brown near black pupils glimmering in the moonlight.

“Why else would I have spent so much time with you?” You admit, voice breathless, near exasperated at trying to get him to understand how you felt about him this whole time. That you love-

“Because of the sex.”

You roll your eyes, hitting his arm. Eddie grabs your wrist before you can punch him again. He holds it tight, his grip deadly and you’re caught in the wild gaze he gives you as he constricts around your pulse like a snake.

He’s slow in his movements, slow to bring your wrist up to his mouth, ghosting his lips over the paper thin flesh. He presses a tentative kiss to your wrist, then turning your hand over and pressing another to your palm. You shudder as you watch him just trail his lips along your hand like he has all the time in the world.

Eddie finally lets go, still holding your hand and patting it amicably. Your face grows hot.

“They good to you, up in the city?” He asks.

“W-Who?” You ask, distracted by the way he plays with your fingers, his rings a nice cool contrast to your quickly overheating skin.

“Boys,” he says like it’s obvious, “they treat you okay?”

You look at him confused, maybe embarrassed or shocked by his bold question.

“I, they-”

“It’s been three years. We don’t have to pretend like we didn’t fuck other people.”

You burn bright as a star, bright as the moon over Lovers Lake.

“Yeah.” You agree meekly, not really in agreement at all. Eddie was the last person you wanted to talk to about your failed college sex life.

“Yeah, so?”

You cringe, unable to say the words.

“Eddie, you don’t want to kno-”

“No. I do. I do want to know.” He leans into you suddenly, pulling your hand over his lap to pull you forwards and into his body. You nearly collide into his face, his nose nearly bumping yours. You can feel his hot breath fanning out across your face. He smells like weed and some cheap cologne you recognize, one he definitely wore in high school. He’s making you crazy, dizzy.

“I want to know if they fucked you like I did.” Eddie nearly growls.

“Eddie-”

“Did they? Do they even know what you like?”

“Do you?” You throw back at him, tired of this sudden interrogation. Eddie’s eyes go wide, his pupils absorbing what little was left of his brown iris. His lip trembles with something unspoken, something bubbling just under the surface of his cool demeanor.

“Do you even remembered how you fucked me, Munson?”

“Yes.” He answers almost immediately.

You’re stunned, almost too much so to speak. Your lips part and you nearly gasp, you’re scared for a moment that you’re so close to him that you’ll accidentally kiss. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world but you’re just not sure what spell he has you under right now. You’re nearly in his lap, after all.

“I remember everything.” He admits, almost too vulnerably because he’s quickly lunging into you and biting your neck, sinking his sharp teeth into your flesh and you cry out, latching yourself onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you grow woozy. He always liked to bite.

Eddie speaks without pulling away from your neck, his lips and teeth grazing your quickly purpleing flesh.

“I know you like to get your hair pulled, I know you like my hands around your throat. I know you like it from the back because it makes you feel like a little slut, my little slut. Right?”

You swallow down a moan, biting on your bottom lip as Eddie continues to bite you, soothing the wounded area with his hot tongue, the flesh growing cool with his spit even in the hot night.

“See,” he sneers through his teeth, “I do remember. I remember fucking everything about you, your body, the sex. I remember how much your pussy-”

“Stop.” You say suddenly.

Eddie stills on your neck, surprised (to say the least) by your sudden words. He pulls away from you regardless, searching your eyes for any sign that he took this too far.

“You want me to-?”

“S-Stop talking like that if you’re not going to fuck me again.”

Eddie’s face lights up with a smile. He leans into your face, pressing a way too tender kiss to your heated cheek.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asks, voice as low as a whisper, speaking only for you.

You nod your head, not caring about appearances anymore. You need him.

“Yes, Eddie.”

“No one fucking you good enough up in that big city?” He pouts, mocking you. You whine, shaking your head no, unashamed by your want for him yet afraid of how your voice will come out if you speak.

“Baby,” He coos, totally mocking you, “what a shame.”

This time, you lunge into him, sealing your lips onto his plump ones and letting his tongue into your mouth without a moment of hesitation. His jaw works on you, his mouth and tongue devouring yours as he pushes your back down onto the floor of his van, kicking and sliding the door shut with his foot.

You jump at the loud sound, eyes shooting open as he manhandles you into the back of his truck, exactly where he wants you.

“S-Someone’s eager.” You tease, his ringed fingers already working on unbuttoning your jean shorts.

“Sweetheart, I've been eager to get back inside your pants since you left for college. Missed this pretty pussy, missed y-”

Eddie stops himself short, his hands frozen with your shorts now half way down your thighs along with your underwear hooked into them. Eddie’s eyes meet yours, wide and anxious, caught mid-admittance.

If your face could grow any hotter, it would. Your tongue goes dry and heavy in your mouth and so does his. He’s suddenly incapable of correcting himself. So all you do is nod your head. Maybe part of him wanted to say it, admit to it, admit to missing you. He wishes he could tell you just how much he really did.

So you tell him, “I know.” You validate him silently. You don’t make fun of him, you get it. You always have.

Eddie looks at you, absolutely smitten, thankful for your silent understanding. You missed each other. You missed each other so fucking much.

Eddie doesn’t waste another second, he pulls your shorts and panties from your legs and flings them somewhere in his van. He’s got his hands on the back of your thighs, fingers dipping low to rub through your already puffy folds. Eddie’s completely mesmerized by the way his thumb slicks through you and your mess, spreading your arousal all over you.

“Eddie.” You whine, not having any teasing tonight. It’s been three fucking years.

“I know, I know it’s just, fuck I forgot how wet you get.”

“So you did forget something.” You smirk, all too pleased with yourself.

“Barely. Hard to forget how easy you are, sweetheart. How easy you make it to just slip it in.”

Eddie glares at you before he leans down over your pussy. You arch your back, arch your hips towards his face needing something, anything. His face hovers right above your mound, he makes eye contact with you smiling before blowing air onto your wet lips. You groan and bite your lip, trying to keep quiet, all of Hawkins High was having the biggest party of the year just up the woods after all.

You watch him as he shifts into something familiar, yet so unreachable. The Eddie you knew before you left, the Eddie you came crawling to at the end of all your hard days, your good days, and the in between days. The Eddie that would make you forget, make you only know his name, only the feel of his body on top, underneath, inside of yours.

Eddie presses the lightest kiss to the hood of your clit and you squeeze your eyes shut before reopening them, about to cuss him out. Eddie purses his lips and spits right onto your pussy. You gasp and he just smiles. He admires the way his spit glimmers over your sweet cyprine before he’s taking three fingers and spreading it all around, mixing his spit with your cum and cooing at you, admiring his work.

“So messy,” he tuts, clicking his tongue and pouting at you, “you’re already so messy for me sweetheart.”

You could fucking scream.

You almost do but Eddie starts unbuckling his stupid, fake handcuff belt and tugging his dark jeans and boxers down his legs. You watch as the hair that travels down towards his cock slowly reveals itself to you, his cock then bobbing free, heavy and hard with its own weight. You salivate at the sight of it, your mouth pooling with spit.

“I don’t uh, I don’t have any condoms.” Eddie says, cheeks a furious red. He removes his battle jacket, the jean vest and the leather jacket all in one shot, leaving him in just a dirty white tee shirt.

“It’s okay.” You reassure him. And you mean it. Even if it’s stupid.

“A-Are you sure? You know I usually have some but I wasn’t exactly planning on getting laid tonight.”

You stare at him, widening your legs more for him.

“If I’d known you’d be here, however.” He smirks, voice trailing off as he climbs up on top of you.

“Please, need to feel you.” You whine, brain gone a little stupid already. You just need him you need him so fucking badly you could die if he doesn’t fuck you immediately.

Eddie shudders.

“Ssh, enough begging. I don’t want to make you beg. I’m right here, princess. I’m here.” He tells you, wedging himself between your legs. You gasp at the feel of his blood engorged cock lining up at your entrance. Eddie runs the head of him through your glossy folds, preening at the squelching wet sounds your lips make. He’s barely even touched you and you’re already desperate for him. God, he missed you.

“I’ve got you.” He tells you before thrusting the entirety of his length in one fell swoop.

After three years, and a handful of forgettable hookups in between, you realized you would never forget how sublime Eddie felt inside of you, how big and wide, how awfully good he stretched you. But three years without him was enough time to make your pussy good as new to him, apparently.

Your jaw drops opens in a silent cry at the feel of being absolutely split in half, but Eddie doesn’t take his chances, he’s quick in shoving his palm over your mouth to shut you up, just in case some stupid kids come poking around the woods.

He doesn’t wait to start thrusting his hips, sawing his solid length in and out of your creamy pussy, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head.

“Y-You gotta be quiet, okay? Can you do that for me?” You nod your head frantically, breathing in the fresh air when he does finally remove his hand from your mouth. You bite your bottom lip, screwing your eyes shut in an attempt to just focus on the feel of his cock prodding at the base of your belly and not scream bloody fucking murder.

But Eddie’s hand is at your cheek, slapping you firmly and your eyes open as he hits you once, twice.

“Eyes on me. Need you to look at me.”

“Eddie-”

“Missed those eyes, missed your pretty eyes, sweetheart.” He groans, shoving his forehead on to yours nearly making you go cross eyed at how much closer, how much deeper he gets. His cock pummels into you, his hips snapping, rocking his van side to side and you worry someone will hear you, that your sibling will come looking for you and find you getting fucked like a whore in the back of Eddie Munson’s van.

You cry at his sweet words, the contrast of his loving gaze with his harsh thrusts was enough to make your head spin, make your eyes go watery.

“Oh fuck-”

“Tell me you missed me.” He demands, his eyes not leaving yours even though yours begin to roll into the back of your head as he somehow manages to fuck you harder.

His hand is hot on your skin, he shoves your little baby tee up your chest, letting your breasts spill out so he can watch them bounce. He grabs on in his hand, pinching your nipple and groping the soft flesh. His hand then slithers around your throat, his thick, cool rings offer a beautiful contrast to your molten skin. Eddie applies the lightest pressure but you want more. You grab onto his wrist with both your hands, pressing your tits together with your biceps, eyes big and watery and pleading with him. So he clenches his fist and your eyes go blank. You finally succumb to him.

“Tell me.”

“Missed you- missed you so much, Eddie.”

Eddie sneers, snapping his hips viciously into yours to make up for the softness that begins to creep up on his edges. His eyes grow heavy, something prickling at the inner corners as he watches you bounce underneath him with something like love or admiration or just dumb lust in your eyes.

“I know you did. I know, I know.” He repeats, his words landing hard with their own snap of his hips against yours.

Eddie suddenly pulls away from you and a desperate sob leaves your throat before you can swallow it whole.

“Turn around, hands and knees.” He says as if he wasn’t already manhandling you into position himself. His hands are hot on your hips, flipping you over and then dragging your ass up into the air and slamming you back down onto his cock again.

You scramble for purchase on the unforgiving floor beneath you, your nails digging into nothing as he slams himself into you, hips meeting your ass over and over again.

“Good, that’s so good.” He praises and you arch your back, sending your hips backwards to meet his thrust at his sweet words.

“Such a good girl for me, you’re so fucking good.” He groans your name and tears fall down your cheeks. You missed this, you missed him, you missed him, you missed him.

Eddie’s slams his hand down onto your ass, spanking the flesh raw a couple of times and you yelp into your arm, biting down on the flesh to prevent from alerting everyone in the fucking woods. You clench down on his cock at each spank and Eddie nearly keels over, his body hunching over yours even with his unrelenting thrusts. His front presses to your back as he leans down and places gentle kisses to your shoulder, grabbing the base of your hair at your skull and turning your head to the side so he can press his lips to yours sloppily.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“M’your good- your good girl.” You whine, your eyes wet and shiny as they meet his. Eddie’s face softens. His hand that was gripping your hair meanly smoothes down the back of your head, finding one of your hands and interlocking your fingers together.

You arch underneath him, flexing your ass higher into the air in sweet presentation for him and Eddie moans into your ear, his breath going heavy and desperate.

“Oh fuck- can I- shit, can I cum inside you?”

The question alone was nearly enough to sober you. Had it been anyone else, you would have snapped out of this near subspace you’ve entered, kicked them off of you and taken an ice cold shower. But it had something deep and wrong clenching inside of you as it spilled from Eddie’s swollen, wet lips.

It was never something you had done before, never something you two had talked about. Eddie always wore condoms, you had always been on the pill, still are. But shit - he barely had to ask the question before you were begging for it, before you realized you couldn’t go on without the feeling of him filling you up in the most sinful, albeit dangerous way possible.

Eddie feels your answer before you even speak. Your gummy walls clench on him repeatedly at his question, his eyes go wide and his mouth curls into a sick smile.

“Oh my god, you want it, don’t you?” You nod your head dumbly.

“Need it, Eds.” You pout.

“Yeah? You gonna cum with me?” He presses, his hips growing sloppy, thrusts imprecise. He’s getting close. His breathing picks up in your ear and you bend into him.

“Yes.” You whine, voice getting higher as his gets lower, grittier. He’s getting close. His breathing picks up in your ear and you bend into him. “Cum inside me, n-need you to cum inside me. Please, Eddie.”

“Oh fuck, shit-”

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease-” You beg brainlessly, completely cock drunk and needy.

And he does. He fucking gives it to you. With a final thrust, harsher than the rest, his body curls over yours as he sends his release deep inside of you, so hot and wet it sends you reeling towards your own release. Your body curls underneath his as you both milk each other dry, your bodies both quivering from the come down.

Eddie presses endless kisses to the side of your face, licking and kissing away at the tears that continuously fall. You both breathe the same air, neither of you wanting to pull away from the other.

Eddie gently thrusts his cock into a few more times, slowly, lazily this time and you whine, body exhausted and overexerted but you arch into him nonetheless. You would always go as many times as he needed, as much as he wanted if he meant he’d have you.

You rock your ass back into his hips and Eddie groans, hand flying to your supple flesh to hold you tight, pin you down and stop you from moving.

“Jesus- stop that if you don’t want me to fuck you again.”

“W-Wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it?” You smile at him, voice hoarse and breathless, body still shaking but your smile is so genuine he thinks something melts in his chest.

Eddie growls, leaning forward, rocking into you again and biting your cheek lightly. You groan, but let him do what he wants. You always would.

“God, you’re such a slut.”

You hum happily. You missed him. “Yeah,” you say like it’s the most obvious statement he could have made, “Your slut.”

Eddie looks at you, his eyes oddly sentimental for you having just referred to yourself as his slut. Call him stupid, call him fucked in the head, but he thinks he loves you.

“Come back to the city with me.” You blurt, your face hot with embarrassment and vulnerability.

Eddie chuckles nervously, nearly choking on his spit. “A-and stay where?”

His voice cracks like he doesn’t absolutely know what you’re implying. He wants you to say it, needs you to make it clear for him.

You gulp.

“With me.”

Eddie pulls out of you, both of you gasping at the sudden loss of the other’s warmth. But he’s quick in grabbing you and turning you over, flipping you back onto your back and falling down onto your chest. Eddie pants, gripping you tightly beneath him.

“O-or I can help you find your own place if you’d rather that. I just thought, I don’t know, I just thought that-”

“Jesus Christ, shut up.” Eddie groans before kissing you hard. You moan into his mouth, so spent but always desperate for him. You wrap your arms up around his neck, pulling him closer to you, you need him closer.

Your eyes are blurry when he pulls away, and with something as you watch him become watery in front of you with your unshed tears.

You keep your arms around his neck, you keep him close. You nudge your nose with his.

“I missed you.” You whisper, admitting it again. You’ll never stop telling him how much you missed him, your own way of apologizing for leaving without him the first time.

Eddie cups your cheek, hand hot on your feverish skin as his palm encapsulates the side of your face and jaw.

“I know.”

He thinks about it silently, not sure what he’s even thinking about, what he’s pretending to consider like he wasn’t just picturing himself in your space, adding things of his own to yours and making it uniquely theirs. Ours. Us.

“Please come back with me.” You beg again, unembarrassed about seeming desperate anymore. You need him and you’re not giving him up again. He’s yours.

Eddie smiles, that perfect fucking brilliant smile that cracks his beautiful features in two with those deep dimples that you love so much.

“I’ll drive us out of here. After graduation on Sunday, we’ll be gone. Like two little bats out of hell.” He tells you, kissing your cheek repeatedly. You laugh, absolutely fucking delighted.

“And we’ll live together.” You beam.

“Yeah, you’re never getting rid of me again, sweetheart.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #reader insert #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader #my writing

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saccharinebanquettime · 4 months

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Hey guys! Haven’t posted in a while but I HAVE been working on some personal Monster High g3 rewrite stuff (mainly the design but..)! Designing them was fun and easy but coloring is a separate type of hell. I have designs that have okay coloring but I feel I could do better on (Howleen and Twyla), designs that I don’t really like the color scheme anymore (Lagoona), and designs I straight up want to redo (Kuma) but here are what I have! I’ll also add some stuff that I changed about them personality wise underneath their respective pictureee

(From left to right)

Draculaura, Howleen, Twyla

Draculaura (sophomore) is still a workaholic obsessed with being study-filled in school and work life. For the most part, she didn’t change much, but she’s more prone to being passive aggressive because of the stress that school and work can bring to her. She’s working on the anger stuff but not so much with taking a break,, (the boo crew is trying to help her don’t worry)

Howleen is also mainly the same as g3. She has a really cute sibling relationship with Romulus and Barkimedes acting as their younger sister who believes she’s the older one (she’s a freshman in my version). She also has a sibling relationship with Clawdeen and helps Clawdeen get around the wolf pack easier. She has a fat crush on Twyla too urrm lesbian??!?? In my universe of g3, there’s also a specific way that the school does the wolf pack hierarchy whatever thing. I’m not going to get too into it, but Romulus is the leader (he’s a junior and lately there have been a gap between leader and second in command with senior and sophomores) and Howleen is under his command, taking notes from him and learning from him as well!

Twyla (freshman) doesn’t have much to her yet, but she’s really fun currently! I have thought of some little gags with her and she constantly having bugs in her hair and her eyelashes always have some dust on them. She usually hides away in the library and she has a fun dynamic with the moth teacher.

Romulus, Barkimedes

I have so much with them I’m not even going to get into it all guys (I am biased and they are my absolute favorite). But they’re fun trust (I’ll make a separate post about what I’ve planned for them in the future maybe). Also they’re dating 😁 (both are juniors)

Lagoona, Gil, Frankie

Lagoona (sophomore) had one of the most dramatic personality changes,,, She’s a lot more airheaded and bubbly now! She can make bubbles from her mouth, she runs a bit weird (it’s always a mindless side to side I love her sm), she speaks slow but not slow enough to where it’s hard to keep up, I honestly love her. She still can get a little crazy and is constantly meat hungry! She is also NOT stupid, she’s very smart and very athletic so don’t take her for granted! She’s apart of the swim team and does tennis as well! She also has a crush on Gil ^^

Gil (sophomore) didn’t get as drastic of a personality change, but his design is a curious one! He’s from a simple but respectably small pond and is based on bottom feeder fish (hence the long mouth and always looking like he’s frowning). Compared to Lagoona, he doesn’t have sharp teeth or claw-like fingers, he’s practically harmless honestly. He’s not that athletic but he obviously does and can swim. He’s a bit of a dork but also charismatic in some ways! I still need to think more about him but that’s what I have

Oh my lord Frankie (sophomore)! They also have a noticeable change, not too dramatic though. The main difference is their Mad Scientist alter ego “Plasma K” that spawn out of them whenever they work on a project or brainstorm. A wild and lightning energetic persona pops out believing that whatever they are making is their new Magnus Opus, the new technology that people will beckon and call after, the new GOD OF THE WORLD! This persona only lasts around 30 minutes to an hour, but my god do they make an impact on everyone!

Toralei, Kuma, Spectra

Toralei (sophomore) hasn’t changed much at all. Something new I’ve added however is a simple rivalry with Romulus and her as well as friendship between her and Heath.

I gave Kuma (senior) a human design because I’ll be so for real it’s lame as hell that he’s straight up just some bear,,, like at least give him clothes. So for Kuma I plan on changing his design and clothing a bit when I redesign this redesign,, he’s based on Teddy bear-like clothes and cabin wear,, Also he likes rocks so much!! He wants to be those scientists that study rocks (I forgot what they were called).

Spectra is a character I’m having horrible trouble with tbh. She’s going to be apart of the morning news crew (when MHG3 adds Honey Swamp it’s OVER for all of you guys I love her I love her) as well as the newspaper club. She died around 1970s ish and has been apart of Monster High for a looong time, basically a permanent member. She is a teen (junior), she will always mentally be a teen. I’m wondering if I can make her lore and involvement in MH less convoluted, but this is what I currently have for her.

Purrsephone and Meowlody!

I don’t have much for them yet,, sorry,, But they do have relationship stuff! At first, Romulus and Meowlody started on the wrong foot but after a while they become great friends! Purrsephone and Barkimedes were friends from the start despite never knowing each other lol. Purrsephone and Howleen become friends because while Purrsephone likes drums to become a professional later in life, Howleen likes them as a hobby! Another thing, their designs are kind of like “popstar” and “rockstar” which I find cute^^

Yeah that’s basically it I am SICK of writing but I really do hope you enjoy my additions!! If there are some criticisms you want to give, just comment and I’ll take them into consideration! Hopefully I’ll make another post with some of the other characters I didn’t show! Ok bye bye

#mh g3 #monsterhigh #romulus #barkimedes #draculaura #lagoona blue #redesign #mh fanart #frankie stein

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chaotic-goodsir · 2 months

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Good morning, might I interest anyone in some hyperfixated rambling re:

1) Me being wrong about Wilbur Cross and John Macnamara's canon ages.

2) The newly explained Mega Bastards SaF lore (I know it's just Actor Curt Mega's headcanon but it's canon to me now)

3) The implications for my hcs about Wilbur being the Spankoffski bros uncle and John being related to Curt?

Keeping it under a readmore so I don't annoy everyone about this, because I have a lot of thoughts.

So it turns out I misunderstood John and Wilbur's canon ages in Black Friday.

According to the wiki they're around 42 and around 44 respectively in 2019. I'd imagined them as being 10 years older than this and therefore in their early 30s back in 1998, but in fact they should have been only 21 and 23 in that Saf/Hatchetverse crossover fic I wrote a while ago, and they were only 28 and 30 when the portal incident happened.

The question of whether Wiley can physically age post-2005 makes this interesting, though. Was Wilbur 44 in 2005, making Wiley eternally 44? That would mean that pre-portal Wilbur was a whole 15 or 16 years older than John, which works well I guess for the canon mentor-mentee context but not so well for my own MacNaCross headcanons. I think such a big age difference would change their dynamic a lot, plus I prefer the idea of Wilbur having been promoted at a fairly young age for a PIEP colonel.

For those reasons I'm gonna go with Wilbur being 30 in 2005 and Wiley being technically 44 in Black Friday, whether or not he ages in a normal human way. The most tragic implication of this is of course that I can't call Wilbur/Wiley a boomer anymore, since being born in 1975 makes them definitely Gen X :(

But it would also make the age difference between Wil and Annie (a Hatchetfield OC of mine who is Wil's sister and Pete and Ted's mom) much larger. Ted was born in 1984, so Annie would have to be at least 10 years older than Wilbur.

Having a 10 year age difference between the Cross Siblings would be kinda cool (it parallels the Spankoffski bros age difference!!) but it does mean rethinking all my headcanons about their sibling dynamic. Plus it would make Wilbur less than 10 years older than Ted and an actual uncle since the age of 9.

- Implications for my headcanons about where the Uncle Wiley character/voice came from? Perhaps.

- Would Ted have known Wilbur better when he was growing up? Seems more likely, especially if Annie helped her younger sibling out when he left home.

- What about Ted and Wilbur knowing each other around the time of the Jenny incident and the portal? Or when Pete was born in 2002? Or Homeless Ted's reasons for queuing up in Black Friday?

MUCH to consider and perhaps draw or write about some time.

Anyway. On a different note:

Combining Actor Curt Mega's headcanon about Agent Curt Mega having several illegitimate children with John and Wilbur's canon ages, it's completely possible (if you like SaF/Hatchetverse crossovers) for John Macnamara to be Curt's grandson.

If John is around 42 in TGWDLM and Black Friday, then he was born around 1976. So his mother or father could easily have been born in the early fifties as one of the illegitimate children resulting from Curt's spy activities. And it's likely John wouldn't know this, if the truth was kept a secret from him - which it probably would be, if his grandmother's line of work/status was the kind where you end up being seduced for espionage reasons by the world's greatest spy.

Again: Much to think about.

#hatchetverse #hatchetfield #starkid #spies are forever #wilbur cross #john macnamara #ted spankoffsi #time bastard #black friday starkid #agent curt mega #macnacross

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waywardstation · 1 year

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I love the train of thought au! I hate Tumblr though, especially mobile Tumblr. Had to scroll for 30~20 minutes to reach the bottom of the tag. (Mobile Tumblr reloaded at least a few times and I almost threw my phone. I think I cried twice in frustration.)

I am absolutely foaming at the mouth because I've always liked the way Ingo and Emmet get presented, the characterizations are just so... Mwah 🤭.

For some reason the only thing I could think about after spending an entire night reading that wall of posts was the concept of big brother Ingo.

Sorry if I'm ranting here, it really has nothing pertaining to the au at all but I hate this concept, especially the societal concept that the older brother takes care of the younger one. Twins especially since they are usually born minutes from each other and that really doesn't mean anything different in experience.

Yes, Emmet is younger but I've always pictured him as the headstrong one that stands up for Ingo more often than not. (Honestly that's the vibe they give off collectively). I like to think of them as not in a big brother, little brother dynamic but a "we been through so much shit together we support each other fully" dynamic. I do understand why people like using it though.

Wait, what was this post about again? I swear I'm not trying to negatively rant right after bringing up stuff that plagued my mind while reading. I guess all I want to say is thank you for hosting this wonderful community au on your blog.

Expect Tumblr crabs in your blog later on. This is a warning.

Hey there OP! Glad you like it, I do too!!! (Still working on that masterpost ^^;) and apologies with tumblr mobile, I know it’s not the best with optimization!

I’m putting a readmore below because I got a lot more detailed than I intended to, regarding Ingo and Emmet’s sibling dynamic.

I like your views because it really isn’t as black and white (ha) as all that. I am a twin myself, the younger between us (and also by a few minutes) and throughout our lives it certainly has gone back and forth with us, but there’s really no definite position of looking after the other, just like with any other sibling relationship.

Given how Ingo and Emmet are, I imagine their dynamic very similar to what you’re talking about, being each others’ full supporters. Multiple lines in Masters EX show this, like these few from Emmet:

"Ingo and I are twins. We're both Subway Bosses, and we're each other's closest rival! We always challenge each other to get better. That's the kind of relationship we have! It's always a lot of fun when we're together!"

However, I feel like Ingo might feel… I don’t want to say obligated, because it’s certainly not work, and he knows very well Emmet can fend for himself, but perhaps inclined (pressured? By himself??) to carry through with what’s normally expected of an older brother. He might feel like he should look out for Emmet when he can:

“My younger brother, Emmet, would always entertain passengers on the Battle Subway... Now he is enjoying being a host here on Pasio. However, he's still new to this style of hospitality. Would you mind keeping an eye on him?"

And this might be somewhat spurred by the fact that Emmet looks up to Ingo, which I am sure Emmet has made Ingo aware of - he just might not want to let Emmet down:

"Do you have any siblings? I have an older brother, Ingo. He's verrrry strong. He hardly ever loses in Pokémon battles. Even though I also hold the title of Subway Boss, I really look up to him."

I do feel Emmet is very ready to support Ingo as well, seeing as how in their story event in Masters EX, Emmet was trying very hard to help Ingo with a project of theirs:

"I want to make Ingo’s idea a reality! Please, let me do this!"

And regarding your thoughts that of the two, Emmet is more headstrong, I feel similarly, and think he would always very clearly stand up for Ingo when needed.

I do headcanon that growing up, Emmet was more outgoing than Ingo (and that this led him to meeting Elesa, the new exchange student at their school, and taking her over to Ingo to introduce her to him, since he was more reserved and shy - not terribly so, but more so than Emmet)

ALL IN ALL - both Ingo and Emmet fully support and help each other out whenever they need it. And while Ingo might feel pressured by himself to look out for Emmet as the older brother, Emmet naturally does it for Ingo just as much, if not a little more, simply due to his outgoing nature

To try and tie this back to Train of Thought AU, I’m sure Akari and Irida would see a lot of moments expressing this dynamic of theirs in the many memory traincars throughout the mind station.

AND MG Emmet himself is pretty much a monument to this. MG Emmet is doing everything he can to keep Ingo safe from the Remnant and to protect him, even at his own expense to some degree. MG Emmet might only be a mental projection of how Ingo sees his brother, but the fact that MG Emmet is doing that means Ingo knows Emmet would do things like that for him, and he would.

Thanks for your ask OP!!! Very glad you like the AU, and happy you gave me a chance to go into all of this - I did not expect to dissect things like I did haha.

(And tumblr crabs? oh boy!!! Those would be my first!!)

#train of thought au #<-loosely #all lines are from Pokémon Masters EX #and I know that game isn’t canon to the Pokémon lore it is its own thing #but I really do appreciate the characterizations #and stick to it a lot #Emmet looking up to Ingo is reciprocated by the way #Ingo really admires Emmet both as a battler and as a person

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jinxthejubilee · 8 months

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Out of all those recruiter x hero/princess/prince of their stories, which one do you think would actually work if things were done differently in their stories? This is for the platonic, family like vibes, and romances

I would hope that my personality pages already answered this question. And I think you've asked me that before as well. But for the new people in the fandom who want my opinion:

Apple Poison and Snow White:

My version of Apple starts off extremely cold, and dare I say charmingly sinister. Snowy probably wouldn't see him as a romantic option, and neither would he.

He's more amused by her than anything and finds her positive nature fascinating.

It could work if one wanted to flirt with the idea, and they would certainly be a more interesting pair than Snow and Prince Florian (Yes, that's the prince's actual name).

But personally, I see him more as a treasured friend and advisor to Snow than anything.

Jack Heart and Alice:

Big brother and little sister duo all the way!!

Though I'm a little concerned about how much ship fanart I see of them. And no, before anyone asks, it's not even adult Alice from the Tim Burton movies! She's her 12-year-old self from the 2d animated movie! Wtf guys???!!

With that out of the way, they would make the cutest sibling duo ever. Jack being the trickster, and Alice being the level-headed yet adventurous sister. So cute!

Malfi (Malfie) and Aurora

I actually like Prince Philip, but if we're looking at this from an alternate dimension, I could totally see Malfi and Aurora getting together.

Her kindhearted, playful nature would bounce off his vain and egocentric one perfectly. And it would even help give Aurora even more depth than she already did.

I had this one idea that after Maleficent dies, Malfi turns back into a raven. Maybe that could factor in why he's so indebted to Maleficent since he doesn't want to give up his "perfect" form. However, he does the right thing and lives in peace knowing that.

Whether you play up the tragic angle, as in, Malfi would give her up for her to be with Prince Philip in the end, or if you actually want them to end up together, it would be an interesting set up.

Eight Foot Joe and Ariel

I've seen this as a ship, and I understand why. It's an adorable one when you think about it: Grumpy guy and sweet girl. We've seen this set up thousands of times, and we can't get enough of it.

But here's the problem I have with this ship: Ariel is canonically 16. Granted, we don't know how old Joe is, but by my personal guess, he seems to be either a stress-aged young adult or a tired grown adult in his early 30s.

I know the recruiters look a lot older than they probably are due to their on-stage actors, but they also serve as our main source of info on the characters they play as.

Not to mention that Joe even calls Ariel "a little girl" when a guest asks him about her, which indicates that he sees her as someone way younger than him.

Personally, I see them having an uncle and niece dynamic.

If we're reimagining the movie with Joe in it, he would probably be known across the sea as a servant of Ursula. I mean, it's kinda hard to hide when you're the only other cecaelian around.

Maybe a young Ariel met him when he was just an octopus before Ursula transformed him. Hence why Ariel can't recognize him years later.

You could do a lot with this idea and play around with Joe being an uncle figure in Ariel's life.

Mr. Dalmatia and...the Dalmatians?

I guess they are the main characters, right?

In all seriousness, Dalma would've been adopted straight away by Pongo and Perdita if he hadn't been accidentally left behind during the escape. He would drink up their parental praise like his favorite juice. Still a brat, though, but a cute one for sure.

Pretty Scar (Mzuri) and Simba

If circumstances were different, I could see Simba, Nala, and Mzuri being friends when they were younger. Mzuri would go along with Scar's rule because she's forced to by relatives. But to redeem herself, she helps Pumbaa and Timon distract the other hyenas when Simba comes back.

If I were to add Mzuri in the story without them knowing each other, I can only really see them settling their differences in the second movie since hyenas are not respected in the Lion King universe at all.

Going by this route, PS would either despise Scar after he cowardly cast the blame towards the hyenas, or PS still clings to Scar even after he died and helps to raise Kovu.

In my mind, Mzuri would hate Scar after his betrayal, so maybe after wandering around for a few years, she catches wind of Zira's plot to overthrow Simba and wants to put a stop to it.

Ms. Hades and Hercules

Aunt and nephew relationship. She'd be reluctant at first to get close to him, but she can't resist his compassionate nature and would give him advice when she could.

I could see her looking after him in secret on earth without Hades knowing. She, alongside Phil, would train him. And MH would have inside knowledge on Hades' plans.

Veil and Quasimodo

In a perfect world where these two weren't manipulated by a horrid man who dared to call himself an archdeacon, they would see each other as siblings.

In the true world, however, if Veil was in the picture, she wouldn't hate Quasimodo, but she would ignore him. The bell ringer himself would be the only one to think of himself and Veil as siblings.

After Frollo dies, they both talk about their experiences and slowly work their way towards a brother - and sister-esque relationship.

Lady Hock, Peter Pan, and Wendy

If Hock was on the winning side, she'd be the best older sister/cool aunt towards Peter, Wendy, and the Lost Boys.

She would be protective of them, read them stories, help Wendy keep her sanity every time she visited, and even take care of Jane.

Faja, Aladdin, and Jazmine

Again, speaking in this hypothetical perfect world, Aladdin, Faja, and Abu would have been best friends. Maybe even siblings.

Faja would have been far away from Jafar's influence and twisted mind games. Her fiestiness and insecurity would still be there, but she her trust and security with Aladdin and Abu would overcome her fear.

She'd probably still want to learn magic, but she'd learn on her own terms.

However, in the true movie-verse, she would need to get over her misguided hatred towards Aladdin. He has everything a street rat like her could ever want, of course that would spawn jealousy.

In the end, she would team up with Aladdin in the "Jafar Returns" movie and later become the royal magician after Faja works on herself.

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shipcestuous-two · 18 days

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~beware 🤓 long ask below~

OMMFG HAVE U SEEN:

"my siblings romance"

It's a Reality Show where siblings

(4 brothers & 4 sisters)

work together to find the perfect match for each other but the catch is they have to act like they don't know each other when they're in the house

(all 8 people r living together& they have a siblings room to chat in&other ways to connect/talk to each other)

There is literally every single brother sister dynamic you can think of

(devoted brother, devoted sister, brothersister who annoy each other but in times of need r there for each other, brother sister who have only had themselves to depend on, younger bro older sis, older bro younger sis etc..)

It's like a feast of every trope I love in fiction but in real life, I recommend it just for how precious all of their bonds are

6 episodes have aired so far&I am hooooooked.

I could care less about who ends up with who because the main thing that is carrying this show on its back is the love each sibling has for the other.

It's also fun watching their interactions back when the show tells u who's related to who

(it's never revealed to the contestants in the show but we aka the viewer get to find out)

&post reveal to us the viewers, it's fun just watching them putting on their best actor faces so no one in the house catches on.

I think what makes it that much sweeter is that the only familiar face in a house of unfamiliar people is their sibling, so they have someone who has their back there with them.

They also have solo confessionals&the things that come out of each siblings mouth about their counterpart are so adorable if you don't say awwwwwwww 30 minutes into episode 1 ur pants will catch immediately on fire.

I'm very rarely into real life shipping so I basically checked it out, out of curiosity because I saw a tiktok that was a short clip from the show of two siblings talking&I thought the scene was cute

&now 6 episodes in I ship all the siblings with each other&each ship has become my new obsession.

________

Ways to watch it:

° viki app (but it's only available on there with viki plus pass)

°&If ur okay with sailing the high seas ⛵

Here's a link to watch all 6 eps:

https://kissasian.fit/my-siblings-romance-2/

_______

Please watch it so I can have someone else obsessing over this show with me 😢😂 pretty please with sugar on top

the season will have 16 episodes I think? So u can get caught up quick, (I will sculpt a statue in ur honor if u watch this 😞 ppppppplllllllease 🙌)

Thanks so much for the description for the show and the link to where to watch it. It sounds so sweet and so shippable. Plus I'm sure a lot of the matches, as often happens with reality TV, won't work out. But we know the sibling relationships will last forever.

I can't make any promises about watching it, hopefully this post will have piqued the interest of some of my followers. It sounds like there's lots to chat about and lots more to come.

#asks #my siblings romance #first post #nonfiction #r: brosis #reality shows #tw: incest

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stranger-rants · 1 year

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Even as an adult, getting over the damage an abusive parent causes in a sibling relationship is incredibly difficult and doesn't always work out. My two older brothers and I grew up with just our dad because our mother died when I was 3. He could be fine one moment and violent and aggressive in another. I was lucky being the only daughter, I wasn't physically abused like my brothers, though I did receive threats of violence until I was 17/18. My eldest brother, by 5 years, lived with him until he was 18 until he couldn't take it anymore because it felt like one of them could end up dead soon. My 2nd brother, older by 4 years, ran away at about 13/14 to live with a relative but would still come to the house often and would be treated the same as before. I ended up living between multiple homes after I was 9 because our dad got a job that had some night shifts, and so I started staying with relatives instead of my eldest brother look after me like our dad wanted because he hated our maternal family. You can empathise greatly and have many similarities in treatment as your sibling, but that does not mean your experience will be the same.

My 2nd brother recently commented how when we were younger, how often we would play fight. My experience was not that of play fighting, it was that of my much bigger brothers in their teens, hitting me and calling me a liar when I said it hurt and cried, but to them it was a different experience. My eldest then said how I'd always tried to make them awful, that I would cry to get them in trouble, and how it still pisses him off even now. They even used how I developed a flinch whenever someone gets too close to my face, saying it was a means to get them in trouble. When I brought up how I was probably max 9 years old at the time and didn't even really understand our situation, it made no difference to them. What saddens me the most about it is that I don't want to be, at 25 years old and my brothers 30/29, beholden to actions I did at such a young age. I can look back at my brothers actions and know why they acted that way and forgive them because it was never really their fault. Our dad is the one to blame, and he would constantly, purposefully treat me differently, knowing it antagonised my brothers and made them hit me more. He just liked to use me as an excuse, and the worst part is that it still works.

It's very stressful to be in an environment where a parent creates an unhealthy dynamic between their children. They use siblings as a proxy so they the adult can maintain control over the family.

It's the divide and conquer strategy. I may not have siblings, but my dad intentionally divided my mom and I whenever he could so he could justify half the things he did.

While you can understand why your siblings acted that way, I do think it's important for you to know that their behavior is not your fault and you should not have had to deal with that, even now.

Whenever I talk about how Max feels about Billy, I want to iterate that her feelings of stress, anxiety, fear, whatever they may be, are still valid, no matter the reason why Billy does what he does.

I don't blame Max for being afraid of him, but I do think people ignore that she also felt afraid for him which is I think what you're getting at here. There are so many complex layers to abuse.

We cannot oversimplify this issue, especially ignoring the role of the parent. It can be hard to resolve that trauma when your siblings still haven't come to terms with it, but...

I wish you the best in healing.

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blueiight · 1 year

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I don't think any of your other anons have mentioned this yet but if they have correct me! But a really key difference between book and show Lestat is his age not just in pure number [150 vs 30 something when he first meets Louis] but the age when he was turned [~35 vs 21]. Cause show Lestat even as human would've already sown his oats, lived it up and is basically middle aged for 18th century France life expectency before he's even turned. Then on top of that, he's spends another 100 years or so fucking around, going on adventures, trying to find a companion, having failed relationships, dirt napping before he finally meets Louis. Book Lestat's life was very much cut short due to his youth when turned, he goes from a bad relationship with Nicki to a bad relationship with Louis and then spends many decades barely alive and napping. Show Lestat at 35 should've been settled down, married with kids already during his time? [whether he actually did that or not is irrelevant, that's what was normal for men of his age]. Like I think that's why show Lestat is so much more of a patriarch in the show?

I don't know what else they plan to do with this change in the show but its one of the most fundamental changes to his character I'd say!

before i go along id like to correct the rl perception of life expectancy u have. a lot of ppl (not just u!) conflate ‘average life expectancy’ with a vague notion of the ‘average adult life span’. what life expectancies account for is the societal underpinnings in health namely the sheer numbers of maternal, infant and young child mortality due to the sheer risk of pregnancy alone& infectious diseases prior to the advent of germ theory, clean water systems & the widespread use of vaccination/s. chances are, if u lived past the age of say 5-10 and/or survived ur pregnancy, u already beat a number of odds & could very well live to old age [certainly the numbers of ‘respect ur elders’ hierarchies in cultures worldwide support this. but i get ur point& im being the pedantic ass i complain about. adolescence did not exist in les time as we know it so hed be considered a man in his teens-early 20s, and in fact in most of human history ppl got married 20s& above so if book les didnt get hitched idt show les necessarily had to neither? esp cuz hes still the younger of sons.]

i agree! i do think og iwtv lestat was a force of nature & a manic figure, but he was certainly more pitiful than his amc counterpart [in no significant part due to 1976 iwtv lewis narration] and being aged up certainly can play a role into how much of a firmer authority figure he is in this version of the show so soon. i think this change is fascinating, and imo draws both from iwtv/tvl as well as subsequent [consistent beats of, an exploration of] characterization of lestat as the pinnacle of vampirism, the brat vampire prince lording over in later works of the chronicles. hes not only stronger in a patriarchal sense but also in the literal sense of what hes capable of doing as a vampire. much to think of! louis also being an older man [33-34 as opposed to his early 20s] when turned also has sweeping implications for his character, and performatively equalizes their dynamic in the eyes of the viewer. & louis himself in s1 selectively likens himself to both lestat’s equal, yet u have the ‘lover, murderer, maker’ line being repeated & louis saying ‘could the children murder the father?’, likening himself to claudia in that they are both lestat’s children & claudia in the rue royale timeline compares louis to a pitiful housewife or something like that .. not to mention this👇🏾

[i feel like ive talked about this scene ten times. from claudia being the exact age/close to the age louis himself was here when he was turned, to lestat denying claudia her adulthood , louis selectively playing up her adulthood, and claudia attempting to neutralize this family dynamic & claim her own sense of maturation by making all of them siblings… levan akin ur everything to me 😵‍💫🫣]

i do wonder how nickistat will be adapted for s3 with these age shifts in mind, and what implications that holds for nicki , armand & co.. hell, even gabi. especially gabrielle. [also i time traveled & spayed les he will not have no babies on lou]

#yn.#yn answers #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #claudia #family from hell

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twsthc · 5 months

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i just read your cater’s family hcs, and

*giving hints with my eyebrows so you can drop your asim family thoughts (especially about kalim’s younger siblings)*

BECAUSE!!!!! when i think about it again, theyre sad, like sad, especially their relationship with kalim like they know that someone among them has poisoned him and and it’s just!!!!!!!

okay another niche strange comparison is that i think kalims family dynamics are similar to ones in prestigious universities such as tsinghua university. because kalim is oblivious/sometimes chooses to ignore bad things in life he doesn't really think about these dynamics.

im not gonna name ALL of his 30 siblings but i think a lot of them were born back to back 😭 his poor mom 😭 some of them are 10 months apart age-wise and i think the largest gaps came after a possible, inevitable complication in mrs. asim's pregnancy maybe after her middle/fifteenth child was born. i also hc a lot of his siblings have disabilities (some of them are breech babies, some were affected due to mrs. asim being attacked or poisoned in the middle of a pregnancy)

kalims youngest siblings are either sweethearts or have been aware of the tense dynamics since they were old enough to walk

i think their family are tense, yes, but i don't think it's rich old money european royalty tense. i think it's gossipy tense, if this makes sense. they can still love each other but there's still unspoken things that everyone in the room who's older than 10 is aware of

#i posted this too early on accident #i dont have to many thoughts on them #surprisingly #twsthc ask

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