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beemovieerotica · 3 months
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chapter 2 is up....like and subscribe...
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dapper-lil-arts · 25 days
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Season 1 Rarijack is really funny
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cpcposting · 9 months
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Probably one of my fave things about CPC is the fact that Gwen genuinely isn’t conventionally attractive, she’s not just some girl who *gasp* wears glasses and has her hair in a ponytail or something X_X The amount of ”””ugly””” characters I’ve that seen that fall into that trope bruhhh. But as the comic goes on, like Frederick, you get used to her appearance and come to appreciate her as truly beautiful bc of who she is <3 
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gaybybirth · 1 year
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idk who needs to hear this but i think one of the great things about fanfiction is that it’s kinda guilt-free. like i just went through the motions of wanting to write a fic that has a damsel-in-distress reader, berated myself for wanting to have a reader that might need to rely on someone else for help, and then remembered that…it’s just a fun story. It’s not meant to be drawn up to the gallows to be analyzed, crucified, and thrown to the wolves. That’s not to say fanfic can’t be like that (obviously). Rather, I think it’s really, really important for writers to remember that it’s okay to write the tropes and write the stories that they think might not fit within the current circulation of “popular ideas.” If you got a story idea you wanna try experimenting with, go for it. It’s just a fun story!! Have fun with it!!
idk if this really makes sense, i just know sometimes i need a reminder that writing a fun story doesn’t mean i have to avoid certain tropes.
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No fr I love these and appreciate the few of these I have in my askbox
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bidisastersanji · 4 months
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Hear me out… Shrek ZoSan AU- waitwaitwait i swear it makes sense please don’t go this might be my worst best idea ever
Recluse grumpy green man who just wants to be left alone, fights good, has bad hygiene: check
Royal baddie with a secret, locked away for not turning out “right” who can actually fight really well with kicks and has a tougher side under their polished exterior: check
Zoro wants his swamp back after it’s flooded by magical creatures on the run from the tyrannical kingdom of Totto Land
He and an extremely talkative wooden puppet named Usopp go to Tonta Land to demand its ruler remove the magical creatures from his swamp
GIVE HIM THE CHAIR!
Zoro wins the tournament he accidentally entered and is forced by Big Mom to go retrieve the beautiful prince from the highest tower to marry to her daughter Pudding
He so gets lost, there’s a convo about onions, and Usopp and him finally get to the place and there’s lava and a lady dragon named Kaya who apparently loves Usopp’s stories
Sanji is waiting in the room patiently for true love’s kiss and Zoro just hauls him and his perfect ass over his shoulder and leaves
oh thank god they actually didn’t slay the dragon she’s actually been my friend these many years
Prince Sanji demands Zoro removes his helmet and is met with a mosshead brute
He thanks the noble knight and his squire as he’s been taught, however, trembling with concealed anger and not willing to let go of his fantasy of romantic knights saving him from his tower
Oh no they want to bring him back somewhere and night will come soon and he manages to hide himself in a cave the first night, overhearing his saviors talking about the stars during the night
He cooks them eggs and brekkie in the morning, not wanting to seem ungrateful (and he didn’t want the eggs to go to waste after accidentally killing the birds with song)
On the road he and the brute start getting along better, Zoro really appreciating how strong and fun to be around Sanji is, and Sanji feeling so happy being able to be himself authentically (almost) around someone and be appreciated for it
Cue romantic montage
They’re nearly in Tonta Land and everything crashes down around them that one night - Zoro was going to confess his feelings but overhears Sanji saying “who could love a monster” to Usopp, not knowing Sanji is talking about himself
He walks through the night to fetch Big Mom’s generals to escort them back and says goodbye to Sanji
Sanji resigns himself and pushes for a wedding to happen before nightfall lest his secret be out- even though he quickly understands that he’s a pawn for Big Mom to make ties to his sire’s kingdom of Far Far Germa
Meanwhile Zoro is sulking in his swamp
This is all happening with Hallelujah playing btw - picture the wedding cake with the toppers and everything
Zoro arrives to interrupt the wedding and say I object
But it’s too late and Sanji transforms and Pudding reacts in disgust - revealing her true feelings for the Prince and saying that she’s found him pathetic from the start
Kaya dragon comes in and eats Big Mom
Zoro and Sanji kiss and Sanji is like - but ?? I didn’t change ? I was supposed to be beautiful
You are beautiful , cook.
Cue “I’m a believer” wedding montage with the usual suspects
The end (unless Shrek 2 with germa ??)
Can you believe I wrote this whole thing from memory of the Shrek movie + did so without ever confirming that the protagonists were actually in ogre form ?
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strangersatellites · 10 months
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pride, envy, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3
Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)
wrath (noun): uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. wrath often reveals itself in the wish to seek vengeance. in its purest form, wrath presents with injury, violence, and hate
cw: rough sex, unhealthy relationships, blood, unsafe sex, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, angst (????) on accident, probably more tbh they genuinely fucking hate each other in this universe
This thing they’d had going on for three months now really had started off fun.
It started out soft and sweet. Stolen kisses in the back of The Hideout, quick, messy blowjobs in the backseat of Steve’s car, booty calls late at night when one or the other couldn’t sleep.
He can’t really identify what went wrong or when. All Steve knows is that the butterflies that he used to get when Eddie came around have turned and twisted into something sharp and heavy. Now when they’re within earshot of each other it's all biting insults and low-blows.
Somewhere along the line, the happiness that Eddie planted in his heart morphed into bitter resentment. But Steve’s nothing if not self-sacrificial, and the sex was too good to give up. Who is he to deny himself of the only good thing Eddie has left to offer him? So now he finds himself shoved into bar bathrooms and left high and dry, bruises mottled up and down his chest and dark bags under his eyes from a fitful sleep. Somehow he’s convinced himself it's better than nothing.
On nights where he can’t shake the memory of Eddie’s lips on his and his heart fluttering pretty and soft, he goes out. 
He goes out to a seedy club and he finds someone that he won’t remember the name of in the morning and he tries anything to clear his mind. Nothing’s ever as good.
Tonight he’s found himself a few beers deep and tracing water stains on the bar top at some place he’s never been just outside of town. He’d spent the last ten minutes or so talking to a guy that looked like he’d show him a good enough time. Dark, curly hair cut so that it flopped down into his face, pretty blue eyes that went a shade darker when they looked Steve over, and a shirt cut low enough that Steve could see ink swirl across his collarbones in vines and leaves. 
Steve thinks his name is Adam, but he wasn’t really listening and still really isn’t. He’s found that a few soft laughs and hums while guys talk is usually enough to feign interest long enough to coax them to a bathroom. 
This guy, Adam maybe, is about two seconds away from dragging him there himself, he can tell. It’s written all over his body language. Steve smiles his prettiest smile and flutters his eyelashes.
But as soon as he opens his mouth to purr something like “Do you want to get out of here?” There are strong arms snaking around his waist and teeth scraping at his throat and Steve’s blood runs hot in an instant. He’s well-accustomed to it no longer being a good sensation.
Steve shoves his elbow back with as much force as he can muster and it all goes red before he even hears his chuckle.
“Strike out again, Harrington? I made it just in time then, huh sweetheart,” Eddie coos in a tone dripping with condescension.
He’s on his feet and shoving at Eddie’s chest with enough force he knows it’ll bruise, sees it knock the wind out of him a bit. Gets right up in his face and would do anything to rip that self-satisfied smirk right off of it.
“You miserable fucking prick,” he spits, uncaring of the way Eddie flinches back the tiniest bit. “I was not striking out, and I never am! And yet here you come acting like you’re saving some damsel in distress when it’s you crawling back to me. Every. Single. Time,” he punctuates with jabs to his chest. 
Eddie’s smile doesn’t leave as he huffs a laugh. His tongue swipes across sharp, sharp teeth and he leers at Steve with narrowed eyes. Predatory in a way Steve liked once upon a time but now makes him want to punch out his teeth. He’s got his hands in his pockets and he looks entirely too comfortable with the fact that he just ruined Steve’s night. Again.
“God, sweetheart. You’re so wound up,” he whispers, face pinching up in faux concern. He brings his hands up to smooth down Steve’s biceps and digs his fingers in tight enough that he doesn’t budge with Steve’s attempts at shaking him off. “Tell me. When was the last time someone fucked you good enough that you remembered his name the next morning, now be honest.” He leans in close and that smirk is back and Steve hates it. “You can say it was me, honey. It’ll be our little secret.” 
And Steve’s seeing red again because he’s right. 
It was him. It’s always him and probably always will be. 
He gets back up in his space once more and makes sure he’s looking at his eyes when he whispers a sharp “Fuck. You.”
And it's only for a split second but he swears he sees hurt flash through brown eyes. Gone in an instant and replaced with a real, raw indifference that Steve thinks might be worse. 
He feels a hand at the back of his neck and Eddie’s lips brush his ear. 
“Yours or mine?”
And it was always going to go like this. Steve’s not under any illusions. Knew this time wouldn’t be different. But it still stings the way that he knows in an alternate universe that question might’ve been accompanied with giggles and a kiss. 
But then he remembers the way that Eddie looked so proud when Steve first said he hated him and the rage is back ten-fold.
He turns on his heel and knows he’s being followed.
“Yours. Don’t want you in my fucking house.”
*****
Steve’s got Eddie’s wrists pinned to the wall above his head and his teeth raking down his neck. Wants to leave a mark. A memory. 
He hears Eddie gasp as Steve’s hips shove hard against his own and he shoves harder in retaliation.
“Remember when you used to kiss me?” Steve asks, Eddie’s breath against his face enough to pull some bricks from the walls he’s spent months building.
He feels more than hears Eddie’s hum. Feels his knee come up to shove him backwards until he’s the one pressed against the wall, face turned sideways and arms pinned behind his back.
“Yeah sweetheart.” He leans in to bite at Steve’s ear and make him hiss.
Steve’s grinning, ugly and mean when he grits out “Worst decision of my fucking life.”
But now Eddie’s the one smirking, he can hear it when he speaks. “Mine too. Liked my life a lot better when I didn’t know what you taste like.”
Steve aims for the shin when he bucks a foot backwards, nails it if Eddie’s grunt is anything to go by. He spins around and shoves at Eddie hard enough to send them both to the floor, grateful for a second the fact that his muscle mass makes it easy to manhandle his way into what he wants. 
He laughs, loud and fake. “Now see, that I just don’t believe, Eddie.” He’s got his eyebrows raised high and pout on his lips and he knows what’s coming and he relaxes into it.
And yeah maybe Steve’s strong, but Eddie knows him. Knows when his guard is down. He gets his knees up around Steve’s hips and flips them over, Steve’s back against the ground and there’s the fury Steve’s been after. Been trying to bring it out all night.
Eddie’s got a ringed hand pressed tight against Steve’s throat when he finally lets himself feel. Feel good the way only Eddie can make him. Lets the fight drain out of him as his vision goes spotty. Eddie’s spitting words in his face, “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” and saliva into his mouth and it’s so bad-good.
His next breath is heaving as he comes back down and Eddie’s already standing and walking away. 
“Get up. I don’t have all night.”
And now that he’s got Eddie mad, got him fired up, he knows he can let himself go. Lets himself fall even though he knows Eddie’s not going to catch him. Thinks it's worth it until it's not. Until tomorrow when he remembers the way he and Eddie won’t look at each other when their friends are around. They way they don’t talk.
Because this is how it's always going to go. He’s going to let Eddie rile him up, make his sharp, heavy butterflies flutter out in words he thinks he doesn’t really mean. He’s going to push and push and push until Eddie breaks. And even though he started it, Eddie always will. Break, that is. He’ll break out of his self-assured, indifferent asshole persona and he’ll turn into something real and mean. Someone that hates Steve back. 
Steve thinks it shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
There’s nothing gentle about the way Eddie stretches him open. The way he smacks the inside of Steve’s thigh hard enough it leaves a welt the shape of his hand. 
He’s got two fingers inside him and Steve feels so good and he can’t help but talk. Head thrown back, words fall from his lips between desperate moans. 
“Hate you so fucking much.”
A smack to his ass and a dejected huff. 
“Yeah. I know you do sweetheart."
Steve groans in annoyance but his back arches all the same.
“Hate it when you call me that.”
And he’s not looking but he knows Eddie is rolling his eyes. 
“I know you do, baby.”
And there’s tears pricking at the back of his eyes because sure he really does hate this man. Really does think he’d have been better off never meeting him. But all he can hear when Eddie calls him “baby” is the way he used to say it through laughter against his skin.
He knows he’s pouting but he thinks he deserves it with the bitter memories he’s fighting away. “Hate that even worse.”
Eddie pulls his fingers out and crawls up his body to squeeze at his cheeks until he fishmouths.
“I know. Now shut up and stop crying. You wanted me mean and you’ve fucking got it baby.”
Steve gasps high in his throat when Eddie grabs him by his hips and flips him onto his belly and something about this flavor of anger Eddie’s wearing sets Steve off again. But this time his anger isn’t a facade. It's raw and real and it's hurt that got brushed aside and became something else entirely.
“Hate what we could’ve been. Hate that I hate you.” He says into a pillow.
He hears Eddie groan and not in a good way. In the way he does when he’s annoyed. He feels his weight lay over his back and his hand on the inside of his thigh yanking upward and open.
“Well I hate that you don’t know when to stop talking." He grits out and the pressure as he presses inside Steve is enough to make him white out.
By the time he builds up a bruising rhythm, punching Steve’s breath out of him on every thrust, he’s talking again.
“Could’ve given you everything you wanted sweetheart,” and his tone is so patronizing, “But it just wasn’t fucking enough was it?”
And Steve’s barely holding on to his consciousness through the pressure deep in his guts and the hand pressing the back of his neck down, down, down. But he’s still got enough wherewithal that that strikes a chord.
Because no, having Eddie behind closed doors wasn’t enough. And Eddie knows that. He knows how that hurt him and chooses to use it against him anyway.
His voice is muffled into the pillow and broken up by whimpers and whines but he speaks anyway.
“Well it wasn’t my– shit, so good. Wasn’t my pride that got in the way.”
Eddie’s hips slow to a deep grind and freeze pressed to the hilt.
The hand at the back of Steve’s neck slides to the front and yanks him up on his knees, pressed against Eddie’s chest.
His chest is heaving where its plastered to Steve’s back and his voice rumbles through them both.
“Maybe not. But it was you that kept your mouth shut and made it my fault.”
Steve goes to argue but gets cut off by the sharp stinging of teeth breaking the skin against his shoulder blade. His breath goes ragged on a shriek and his vision whites out around the edges. Eddie’s shoving him back down, ass-up and face smushed sideways. His hand slips up and pries his mouth wide open and shoves in hard, stopping anything he could possibly say. Steve’s eyes are wide where he’s staring, gone glassy and wet.
“And it looks like now you don’t know how to do that, do you baby?” He asks.
And he’s got his fingers down his throat and his dick shoved deep.
There’s blood dripping from his teeth in that sharp, bitter smile. And he’s so pretty. And Steve hates him.
He chokes around his fingers on a sob as Eddie picks up his pace again.
Hates that it feels so good.
Hates that he comes back for this.
Hates that Eddie’s right.
Because maybe he can’t pinpoint when or where things went south, but he knows it has everything to do with the way he started needing more and not asking for it. Knows Eddie was letting him figure it out on his own. And instead of just going for it, he knows he started blaming.
So maybe he does hate Eddie. Hates him for the way he didn’t push him when he knew he needed it. Hates that he still uses him like this. 
But he really hates himself. Because he could’ve had what he wanted but he didn’t take it.
(Hates that tomorrow he’ll forget this all again, too far in his head and in the feeling of Eddie taking what he wouldn’t give. He’ll forget it all and go back to hating him again.)
A sharp smack to the outside of his thigh brings him barreling back down into reality and it's Eddie’s words that send him hurdling into release.
“Here you fucking go again with the crying. God I hate that you’re so fucking pretty.”
Steve hates that that’s what does it for him. Hates that his crying is what does it for Eddie. Hates the way he’s filled up and will have to go home messy, the way Eddie pulls out of him and throws him his clothes.
He hears the flick of a lighter and Eddie’s heavy inhale from far away.
“I assume you can show yourself out.”
As Steve pulls his shirt over his head and wipes the tear tracks from his face he thinks “Yeah. This is why I hate him.”
And from the other side of the room Eddie thinks that if Steve would say half of the things that run through his mind with Eddie inside him, maybe they wouldn’t hate each other at all.
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dromaeo-sauridae · 1 year
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trans lord. gave him silly eyes idek why i just felt like it
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shrekgogurt · 7 months
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Someone Wicked - acoustic demo
for @artsyunderstudy who is a fierce artist, author, and friend (I don't mind saying) (read her lovely fic by the same name here)
Weak knee, weak heart Weak faith falling apart But it was her’s it wasn’t mine, it wasn’t mine Betrayed myself for the last time
Cause I’ve got shame around my neck For things I’ve never done but I still regret I want mistakes I want ‘em now, I want ‘em now Think those lips could show me how
Someone wicked for the night With something wicked to try With someone wicked for an hour, or two, or three To get me free
So I’ll drain my bank account Sweet taste to end this drought And through my mess you are kind, you are kind In my blood like holy wine
Someone wicked for the night With something wicked to try With someone wicked for an hour, or two, or three…
I will pay for you like I prayed for you are you thinking about me too? Every moonlit room couldn’t come too soon when I shake by the afternoon. Sight, touch, sound, change, I am half my age. I am old. I am breaking new. You make me feel alive my—
Someone wicked for the night With something wicked to try With someone wicked for an hour, or two, or three… An hour, or two, or three… An hour, or two, or three…
...to get me free.
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Summary: Caillou runs into a peculiar boy while writing a paper at the local Starbucks. Shrek, doing his part-time job, finds his dream boy clakking away at a computer. What Happens Next Will Warm Your Heart.
Author: lennyfaceOfficial
Note from submitter: If I had to see this, so do you
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accidentally in love
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☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆
❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣
Summary : so, she said "what's the problem, baby?" what's the problem? I don't know- maybe I'm in love"
Word Count : I called it "mini fics" for a reason hehe
Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!athletic!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (20), Eddie being a dork (im gonna squeeze him), bullying (defending Eddie isn't enough anymore, I need a gun), Jason Carver appearance( A big "ew" I know-), public humiliation, no use of y/n
What to Expect : FLUFFLY FLUFF‼️‼️Childhood!Bestfriends, friends to lovers
Note To Reader : yup- I had another idea, what if Eddie got accidentally hit by a ball and reader gets to help him and while aiding him, he gets all dramatic and reader gets worried and then realizes Eddie is just playing with her- AHHH YOU GET ME?!? also I'm not an athletic, my apologies if it isn't accurate here but I just wanted to have a scene that involves a sport in it
Author Note : I WORSHIP SHREK HERE ON MY PAGE!!!! I DON'T TOLERATE THE HATE TOWARDS IT 😤😤😤😤
Eddie hates P.E classes
Not that he's lazy to participate in tasks like exercises
He doesn't like to get all sweaty and feel tired more than ever after it
He changed into P.E uniform in the boy's locker room
He took a deep breath to stretch his body and warm up for the activity
He's on the bench with his knee jumping up and down while he shuts his eyes as wishes that his teacher won't pick him
"Mr.Munson? Get in the middle of the court, please"
"Damn" he mutters as he begrudgingly gets up from his seat as he walks through his way into the middle
"Alright, Mr.Elrod, take the serve- on this first round"
His classmate takes the volleyball, he is so seriously so focused when he knew the ball would come right at him, he is ready to spike it until he didn't knew behind from his back someone or purposely hit him with another ball that made the upcoming ball falls right from his face making him tumbled down on the floor
Even though volleyballs are softer than basketballs, it isn't supposed to hurt much but the impact from the both balls are really strong
He groans from the pain that he's feeling behind the back of his head and his elbows
"What a show! Munson!" Jason shouts through the gymnasium his voice echoes while he cackles as the other students laughed with him
Eddie grimaces as he tries to sit up slowly avoiding any part of his body that is hurting
"Oh, go to hell! Jason!" A familiar voice coming from his behind, he can hear the sneakers squeaking on the floor, he was to turn his head around to look up who it is-
"I'll help you get up"
A hand was hanging across from his face as he raises his head to the girl who is bending down slightly, standing next to him
A sweet smile sitting on your face, offering him a hand
He stares at you suddenly all of the needling pain has gone out of the window
Your smile never left your face while you gesture to your hand
He feels like he knew you, but he might be wrong
He blinks and shyly takes your hand, the moment he finally gets to stand on his own feet, you help him to balance himself
He rips his hand off from you as if it's a crime to held hands with a outcast like him
You noticed it, of course, you understood why, he did it
A part of you, slightly disappointed that he couldn't remember you?
You saw his elbow had a fresh cut from the fall and his head needed to put an ice bag on it because you can tell that he winces deep inside
"Mr.Barlowe, I'll take Eddie at the nurse's office"
Eddie raises both of his eyebrows in surprise, he isn't used to having kindness towards him
"Okay, you both can be excused, you can do the activity tomorrow"
You walked with him on the way to the nurse's office
He take chances to glance at you, the moment he recognizes you
You looked at him, the color from his face are all gone looking pale as ever
"Are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm good" he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes
You stare at him for awhile as you turned around to open the nurse's office
He gets even more nervous that you and him are both alone in the room
"Hey, uh- listen- you don't have to do this"
He watches you as you get the first aid kit and other things that you needed
He's waiting for your response, you sat down on the chair, pulled one for him and placed your things on the small table
"I want to help you because I want to" you gesture at the chair
He hesitates for a second, he closes the door behind him and he sats down
You grab the ice bag, holding out for him as you say
"Put this where it hurts" you say as you wash and sanitize your hands
"T-Thanks" he murmurs as he swallowed nervously
"Let me see"
You perk up at eyebrow at him pointing to his elbow as he show it to you
You click your tongue "That asshole, Jason" you shook your head, your face is scrunched up in annoyance
His eyes softens the way you took care of him, your eyebrows knitted together for concentration as you dab the cotton balls with alcohol on the wounded area
"How you're feeling? Any improvements?" You ask while tearing a new band-aid
He's leaning on the table, his head is tilted a little as he watches you work, he blinks when he finally registered that you're talking to him
"The ice helps" he blurted out
You smirked
"Eddie, you don't have to be nervous around me, you're acting like we don't know each other!" you chuckled as you placed the band-aid on his cut
He tenses and his cheeks blooms red
"y-you remember that?" he leans closer to you as he removes the ice bag from his head
"Duh!- no- don't take that off!" You giggled from his suddenly cheerful voice as you help him to put the ice bag back from his head
He smiles and his eyes became even more sweeter while he gazes on you
"you're like one of the best partners that I ever had in music class like I'm so lucky that you're my partner on the project that we worked on back in elementary!" You happily reminisce the memory, your eyes gilmmers with such joy and he loves seeing that
"We we're neighbors! and oh- my god- don't tell me that you completely forgotten about that I was also the one who-
"take care of me when I scraped my knee while trying to learn how to ride a bike!"
Eddie finishes your sentence and you widely grinned at him
"and here we are back at it again"
"aaaaaand I'm such a fool for not recognizing you earlier"
"no, it's okay-" you look down fast, you missed the way he always exaggerates his words
"it just that you looked different" he gestures to your face and your clothes
You looked at yourself in the mirror and you shrugged "Yeah- I get that a lot"
You continue to talk as you cleaned up as you discarded the wipes, cottons, wrapper from the table
"I may look different but I won't forget the people who were very dear to me"
He watches your every move, how come he didn't remember- the girl who has always been in his heart since day one
"Especially, the ones who are nice to me" you flick back your hair as you fixed your jogging pants rolling up the hems on the bottom
"Eddie, you don't have to be nervous around me, you're acting like we don't know each other!"
Your voice keep replaying inside of his head as he lights up an idea
He wants to take the risk if somehow and he hopes that you still harboring feelings for him just the way like he do for years
"Ah! It hurts!" He exclaims as he fell down from his seat while holding his elbow as he pretends that it hurt really bad
Well, technically, yes- it's still excruciating painful but it's not as bad as it was earlier
You gasped and your eyes turn into worry
Your knees are on the floor consoling him
"Oh- my god! Eddie- is there anything that I could do?" You rambled as your eyes roam over at the wounds that you took care for-
Eddie is fighting his smirk for this silly plan to go short-lived, so, he continues to act
"I don't feel so good, I think- I'm gonna die" he dramatically stated as he passes out
"No- N-No -No!" Your voiced cracked as you panicked
You keep nudging him and keep shaking him
"Eddie!"
Still no response
Your mind is scrambled, you lean down to listen to his heartbeat
He peeked his one eye open as he smirks slightly down on your action
As soon as you got back up, he is still unresponsive and his eyes are closed
He didn't knew this little evil plan would work and he is laughing deep inside and he really just wants to burst it out anytime sooner
You're just kneeling there and try to look everywhere to help him wake up but you can't moved easily because you're so frantic that it might get even more worse, so-
There is only one thing to wake up him like fast
Somehow, Eddie's acting made you believe that he is unconscious
Your breathing is getting more ragged and your hands are now clammy
Your eyes are misty because this is not just some random person, you know this person
He's your childhood bestfriend
Your path in life and your socialization, maybe different but your bond you shared together?
It will never drift and won't ever fade away
You wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world
Even, you don't hang out that much often, you still and will always cared for him
If only he knew
You pull him close to your body as you carefully hold his head, cradling into your arms
If only he could see the way your eyes sparks speaks the unspoken words that you really wanted to say after all these years
You went with it, both of your lips touched, you lean down and kiss him
Your eyes widen, the second you kissed him, he kisses you back
His eyes flutter open slowly
You can see that he is surprised too but the moment is over when you saw the mischievous glint on his eyes
And oh my fucking god, that smirk, that you always knew
The humiliation and the recognition crosses your beautiful features
As Eddie's grin grows more bigger that his dimples show, you always loved his dimples
Your cheeks are hot on fire, you swallowed shyly as he tries to get up still limping a little bit
You duck your head down as you sat back on the chair
The moment you heard him snickered, you frown at him
You glare your eyes on him as he throws his head back in laughter
You playfully push his chest as he laughs even more harder
"You! Infuriating devious monster!" You angrily whisper-shouted at him- that you almost went out with your full voice as you remembered that you're in school
He chuckles at your state- his devilishly charming smirk sitting on his face as you rolled your eyes at him
As you moved yourself away from him, he catches your hands pulling you closer to him as you blushed at his action
Your heart stuttered and you blinked rapidly
"I just wanted to ask you out on a date-"
You scoffed at him ignoring the way you feel all fuzzy at his announcement
"Are you serious? You pulled that stunt to just ask me out on a date?" You ripped your hands off of him as you step behind back
He shyly admits "Yeah" as he flashes you a cute smile and those doe eyes again
"You liked it, don't you?" He says as he tilts his head at you with a smug smile
You shake your head as you avoid his eyes, the nerve of this man
"Liked what?" You snarky replied back as you raised an eyebrow
You know what he's referring to but you're too embarrassed to admit since
It's confirmed, that you also do like him and that shocks you that you thought after all this time, you're the only one who is falling for him
It turns out that you both did since day one, you and him are just caught up with all of the life that's been going on
You both didn't get the chance to catch up until now
He teases you about the way you fight to not to look at his eyes
Your lips curled into a smile, he points it out
"Oh! See! I knew it! I got a smile, so- that means, Yes" he proudly nods as he dust off shoulder as you giggled
"You're still not forgiven though"
"Aww, you know what- maybe- I should got into another accident so I could get another-" he makes a kissy face at you as you laughed
"Or you could-" you pretend to think for a second
"I could make an exception"
"Ooh? How? Do tell" you sparked interest at him
He walks closer to you, it all seems too much and it couldn't get any easier of your overwhelming feelings at the same time
Your heart hops into so much happiness
"I could do better"
"Do better at what?"
He kisses you once again as you squealed that he caught you off guarded, you kissed him back as you closed your eyes as he sighs in content, his heart soars the way you pulled his shirt much more closer to you as he deepens the kiss
A sudden knock at the door, you pulled away from each other as the room filled with silly giggles from the both of you
"Hello? If you're both still in there, you should get on with your next class, young lady" your P.E teacher spoked outside as you tried to cover your mouth to stop giggling so bad
Eddie tries to mimick the teacher mannerisms as you hold your stomach, you must resist not to cackle while your teacher is still there
"Or it's detention for the both of you"
"I'll choose that anytime" he jokingly whispers as you poke his sides with your elbow
As soon you heard the receding footsteps, you looked at each other and that's where it all let out the suppressed laughter
"you think you can continue to attend classes now?" Your laughter died down as you try to catch up with your breath
"Yeah, I do, thanks to you" he winks at you
You became flustered as you roll your eyes at him again as you tuck your hair behind your ear
You grab your stuff and set everything aside from the nurse's office
As you both went outside of the room, he hugs you from the behind as you melt with it, a fond smile is on your lips
"I love you"
Your heart skyrocketed to his admission as he pulled back as he also couldn't believe of what he just did
"I love you, too, so much" your words are so soft spoken that it almost like it's only for him to hear
His gaze became even more lovingly as he cheesily smiles as raises his fist up in victory as you chuckled to his antics
"Sundaes and French Fries?" He says as he offers his forearm for you to hold as you gladly accept
"Just like the good old days"
You both went straight to your classes sharing the same looks and smiles across both of your faces
:))
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beemovieerotica · 3 months
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Shrekington (Shrek / James Norrington) chapter 1 is up
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dapper-lil-arts · 21 days
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hell yeah!! keep it up with the pony shit!!! chase ur bliss!!
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HELL YEAH WILL DO
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cherrygummycandy · 1 year
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I understand the desire to simp for Jack Horner, but y'all don't seem to wanna suck the soul out the Pied Piper nearly enough.
I mean- GAH DAMN
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lunaraindrop · 6 months
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We need a Steddie version of Shrek, where Eddie is the Ogre and Dustin is Donkey
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Seeing other beauty and the beast bowuigi posts made me wanna briefly ramble about one of my hcs for how that could potentially play out
which is that the spell/curse is more like fiona's curse from shrek (bc shrek is fuckin good, ok 💀) Not that bowser switches between human and beast throughout the story or anything, but mostly the ending of that movie.
Instead of the curse being broken and somehow "fixing" bowser (whether by turning him /back/ into a human /or/ by giving him a /new,/ more "palatable" form), it leaves him physically unchanged.
And it's because (basic trope incoming) the change that truly mattered wasn't bowser's change of form, but his change of heart.
I just want to give bowser fiona's line of "I don't understand. I'm supposed to be beautiful."
punching my bed, DAMMIT 😭😭😭😭
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