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I MEANT EVERYTHING I SAID - Eddie Munson X Harrington!Reader

Word count: 6k.

TW: SMUT 18+, minors DNI, reader is Steve’s younger sister, angst, shitty Harrington parents, Steve’s an amazing brother, mentions of drugs (edibles) and smoking (both weed and cigarettes), established relationship, oral sex (both m and f), unprotected p in v sex, praise kink, daddy kink, choking. Eddie and reader tease each other and are really fluffy in the end.

Author’s note: hello babies, thank you for reading this, reblogs, comments and likes are highly appreciated!! I just wanted to clarify that in this fic, the reader resembles me, I’m kinda short (sometimes I really can’t reach the top shelves in my kitchen, lol), I wear glasses and the reference to the pasta box is because I’m italian. Maybe this didn’t need a note, but I thought it’d be nice to share.

Anyways, thank you for your support, anonymous requests are open. Hope you have a great day, sweethearts <3

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You and the boy are sitting on the grass, sipping beer while he’s rolling a joint.

“Can’t believe you actually broke your arm chasing Dustin Henderson down the stairs”, he laughs. You shrug and chuckle, “Believe it or not, I think you remember me walking at school with a cast on my arm and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the true story of how it happened”.

“It’s unbelievable”, he laughs and you join him.

“I’m telling you, I tried to catch him and didn’t manage to”.

He is still smirking, then he puts the freshly rolled joint between your lips.

He’s so handsome, you think.

“Of course I remember you with the cast”, he whispers, lighting the joint, “How could I not remember a pretty girl like you, huh?”

You blush, take a drag and exhale the smoke, your brain is trying to come up with a smart comeback. It fails.

“Thanks”, is all you manage to reply. Then you place the joint in his hand, slowly caressing his wrist, “You’re not mean and scary as they…”, you scoff, pointing at the people inside the house, “…describe you. Steve warned me, in fact: you’re kind and funny”, you admit.

He plays with his rings, avoiding your gaze, “Kind and funny you say, huh? Even though that were true, you’re the most wanted girl at this party, yet you’re smoking and drinking with the freak”.

“I like this better, honestly”, you shrug and steal the joint from his lips, you take a few drags in silence. You know he’s studying you, you feel his gaze on your head and hands. “And you’re not a freak, I already told ya that”.

A few moments later, he’s the one breaking the silence.

I’ll show you funny, darling, you look so pretty when you laugh, he thinks, smirking.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, Eddie?”

“What I’m about to ask you is… embarassing and difficult, please don’t make fun of me”, he pouts.

You frown but smile at the same time, “Okay, just go ahead”.

What the actual fuck?

He sits in front of you, “ I’ve been waiting for this for a long time”. You swallow worriedly and nudge his hand, “Go on”.

“Who has the best hair? Me or your brother?”

You gasp dramatically at the question, “Excuse me? Are you trying to compete with someone called The Hair?”

“I’m sorry, I thought I could stand a chance”. You nod your head, “Definitely not”, you chuckle, “I’m joking about my brother, obviously”, you add in a whisper.

He laughs loudly and you join him, “I’m sorry, did I freak you out?”

You nod, “Just a bit, but that was funny”

“Y/N Harrington thinks I’m funny, motherfuckers”, he smirks, “I think you’re funny too”.

You thank him and smile.

After a moment, “Take a sit next to me in Biology”, you tell him, without even realizing that.

“I don’t like seeing you alone in the corner. I’m good at sneaking notes around, it won’t be so boring”.

“That’s cool, thanks Harrington”, you smile at him. “Can you pass me also answers, during tests?”

You smirk, “It depends on what I receive for a change”.

“Weed and a friend”, he replies. It’s that easy.

“We have a deal then”.

He nods, “Munson and Harrington, on the way to becoming friends”. You hit your beer with his, “Cheers to us becoming friends”, you agree.

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Just flashword this scene and this two teenagers a few months later: you’ll find what’s described from here.

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“Eddie, for fuck’s sake!”, you shout, “Where are all my towels?”

“Who’s Eddie? Never heard of him”

You roll your eyes and take a step on the mat just outside the shower to reach your glasses.

“Right, that’s the other guy I’m dating”, you reply.

“So you’re cheating”, he shouts from the hallway.

You hear footsteps approaching. “I am indeed, and he fucks me so good”, you chuckle.

Eddien opens the door and runs to you, his eyes trying not look at your naked and wet body. “Has he got a bigger dick than me?”, he asks, worried.

“Let me think”, you reply, pretending to focus, trying not to look at his naked and wet body either, “Nah, you’re bigger”.

Eddie sighs, “Thank God, I was getting worried”.

You chuckle, “Just hand me a towel, baby, we’re already running late”.

“Nope, I’m here literally worshipping your body and you ask me to get a towel? Ungrateful little thing”, he groans, shaking his head dramatically.

You smile lovingly at him, “C’me here, lover boy”. You open your arms and he jumps onto you, almost letting you fall.

You squeal, “We almost fell, be careful”. Eddie clings his arms to your back, then covers your head in kisses, “I don’t want to go to school”, he pouts.

“And I don’t wanna go to school either, but you need to get better grades in Maths and I have to tutor Robin after lunchbreak”.

He lets go of you and you’re the one pouting, “I like the clingy you, puppy”, you whisper.

Eddie blows a kiss, leaves the bathroom to come back with a towel. He wraps it around your bodies and you thank him with a kiss on his lips.

“We should shower together in the early mornings more often”, you whisper in his ear, rubbing his back and smacking his butt when your hands reach that point. Eddie groans, kissing sloppily your neck.

“We should fuck”, he grins, “Like right now”. You bite your lips.

It’s already late, so…

“The first one to arrive to the bed gets to cum first”, you shout, while running to your bedroom.

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“Please, Robin, please”, you beg, running after your friend in the hallway.

“God, you’re the most annoying human being in the world”, she rolls her eyes.

You grin, “Is that a yes?”

“No, that’s more a I really can’t stand you but you’re my best friend, ride or die kinda stuff”, Robin snorts.

“Love you, like, endlessly”, you chuckle and kiss her cheek, “If everything goes smoothly, I’m buying you all the booze you’ll need for the following weeks”, you promise.

Robin smiles faintly, “Add some weed too, your boyfriend’s a drug dealer”, she shrugs.

“Sure, I’ll give you the best stuff”, you nod, while you open the locker and reach for your clothes. Your gym class has just ended, so you take off your oversized t-shirt and shorts to slide inside a tank top, followed by a chequed shirt.

“Jeez, Y/N”, Robin chuckles, “You need to put a trigger warning on those boobs before you take off your shirt”.

You snort, “You say that just because I'm your best friend, ride or die kinda stuff”.

You wear your skirt, take a few steps to the mirror and take off your glasses to retouch your make up, with Robin standing by your side, fixing her hair.

“I’m meeting you right after band practice, sounds good?”

“Sounds very good, Robs”, you wear your glasses and smile at her through the mirror.

“Can’t believe that you, of all the smart people, would offer to tutor me”, she snorts. “And I can’t believe you’re making me study even all next week mornings before school”.

You shrug, “Robs, you need to pass Latin with a C-, at least. Of course I would offer to help you!”. Robin rolls her eyes, “Thank you, but sometimes I wonder, what are you, a devil? Or worse, do you get horny when you explain equations?” she asks, interrupting, and you both chuckle.

“Eddie agrees too”, you confess. “But, if you do so”, you add, “You’re getting drinks and weed, I remind you”.

Robin smirks at you, “Okay, now I really get why Eddie was beaming when you were assigned as his tutor”

“What do you mean?”

“You just become so generous when I get good grades and you confessed this makes you horny, I really can’t guess how you’re rewarding Munson”, she blinks and you blush a little.

“Let’s just say that this is the reason why we both arrived very late today”.

Robin high fives you, “That’s gross but still a good reason to be late”.

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Lunchtime, the cafeteria, your gaze wanders around until you find Eddie, reading something out loud to the boys sitting with him. The usual, relieved feeling of his eyes, looking at you lovingly, warms you.

You bump into someone and quickly excuse yourself.

“Harrington! Still dating the freak?”

Jason Carver grins, waiting for your answer. Eddie’s approaching the two of you, in the meantime.

“Actually no, Carver”

“Oh, really?” he beams.

“No, sorry, I wasn’t finished”, you smirk, “Not dating the freak, cause I’m dating Eddie, not you”. His smile fades and you hear Eddie chuckling.

In fact, your boyfriend steps to your side, holding your waist.

“Ouch, Carver, did it burn?”, he pouts.

“I still don’t get what you Harringtons find interesting in hanging with the freak”, Carver replies angrily, walking away.

Dustin bows in front of you, “Ma’am, that was amazing”. You chuckle and hold him in a hug, “You’re my favourite 14 year old, you know that?”. Dustin winks at you, “And you’re my favourite amongst you older guys, but still, Steve’s my favourite Harrington”.

Eddie interrupts the hug, “Are you really hitting on a 14 year old boy? Are you a perv or just a nymph?”

You scoff and Dustin chuckles. “Wow, Eds, the word nymphomaniac is actually advanced, did you learn it during which one of your senior years? The second, maybe?”, you comeback, raising your eyebrow.

Gareth claps his hands at you, “Bold”.

You chuckle at Eddie, he flips you the bird but quickly he pats his legs. “Take a sit here, love”.

You sit with your legs intertwining his right leg, lay your back against his chest and wait for him to hug you. When he does, you melt completely in his arms.

“I’m meeting Robin after school to tutor her”, you tell him after sipping some water. Eddie nods, “There’s Hellfire tonight, so we’ll see tomorrow morning, is that okay?”.

“That’s okay, love”, you reply and kiss the corner of his mouth.

Eddie grins, “You are a perv, you know?”, he whispers in your ear, “You wear this little skirt and sit like this on my leg just to tease me”.

“Well, you’re rockhard from this morning when I wore this, right, pretty boy?”

He swallows and you nod, proudly. “I did that on purpose, if you must know”.

Eddie’s hand wanders on your leg and rests on your inner thigh. “You’re killing me, pretty girl”.

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It’s very early when you manage to sneak out of the house and sit in your brother’s car. “Can we go, like now?”, you beg him.

The drive is awkward: Steve’s fingers are tapping nervously the steering wheel, you’re fidgeting your hands and tapping your leg. Dried tears have formed at the corner of your eyes.

“Steve?”

He turns his head slightly to look at you.

“I don’t know what happened between you and dad”, you admit, “It’s just… I’m tired of their screaming and tonight it was too much to take”.

Steve is nodding his head, “Oh you know, the usual: I’m a disgrace and you’re the perfect child ever with your good grades”.

You shrug, “I’m sorry, I’ve never wanted to put you in this position”.

“Hey, Y/N, I don’t blame you”, he replies softly.

“I thought you were mad at me”, you smile shily.

“No, I’m not”, your brother chuckles and you lean over to pat his arm. “That’s good to know”.

You sigh in relief. It’s nice to remember that, despite all of your personal battles and problems, you and Steve are still allied.

He’s the one to start the conversation again.

“Why would I be mad? You literally jumped in the room and yelled at dad to stop treating me like shit”

You laugh, “Yeah, I was pretty revved up”. Steve laughs with you, “I’m trying to say that you had my back and I’m glad to have a little sister like you”.

You thank him and press a kiss to his cheek. “I gotcha, Harrington”.

“I gotcha too, Harrington”, he replies, mimicking your proud tone and holding out a hand to stroke your hair messily.

You groan at his touch and try to fix it. “Don’t touch my hair like this, Steve, I’m your sister anyways”. Hair is clearly a thing between you siblings.

“I had your back even in the Upside Down”, you add with a grin on your face, after a pause.

“Jeez, you really saved my ass”, he frowns at the thought.

“Enough with the fluff, where are we going?”, you ask.

“I’m leaving you at school, Hellfire is about to end, isn’t it?”

Oh. You’re surprised.

“So you’re just shoving me into Eddie’s arms?”

He smirks, “Are you pissed I’m helping you sleeping with your boyfriend?”

“Of course not”, you grin. “And where are you going?”

“I’m seeing this girl”, he replies and you shake your head. “You’ll never change, Steve”

“So, is she the one? The future Mrs Harrington?”, you tease. Steve groans, “Stop making fun of me, I said this she’s the one stuff one time, ages ago, and yet you tease me”.

You chuckle, “Is this more of a friends with benefits situation?”

“Actually, yes, but I think she’s catching feelings”.

“Ouch”, you exclaim. “That’s a bummer”.

Steve nods again, “That’s a bummer, cause I’m not falling for her. After that, I’m going to Henederson’s”, he explains and chuckles at the sight of your frowned look. “What? He told me has a spare couch”.

“Okay”, you shrug, “Totally not judging you for having a sleepover at a 14 year-old’s house”.

Steve parks the car in the school parking lot and you try to apply your make up. “'S too dark”, you groan, “Steve, turn on the flashlight you have somewhere in the backseats”, you tell him.

“I have a flashlight?”, he replies, eyes widened in wonder.

“Dumbass, that’s Dustin’s first rule: always carry a flashlight, so he just left one in your car”, you reply sharply. “Do you need to be told everything?”

Steve mumbles a “Go to hell, Y/N” and reaches for the flashlights, lights it and you try to settle your mirror to look at your face.

“Did you cry?”, Steve asks with an inquistory gaze. “I think so”, you shrug, retouching your lipgloss, “I was too caught up”. He chuckles, “Man, that was very bold of you”.

You chuckle back, “I didn’t think I had it in me”.

“You’re bold and tough, everyone thinks that”

“Aw, thanks my big brother”, you reply, scooting over to shuffle his hair.

“Nevermind, you’re annoying”. You laugh at his comment.

Hellfire runs late tonight, so you roll the windows down and Steve is searching the glovebox for a tape.

You light up a joint, take a long drag with your eyes closed, “God, I needed that”.

Steve points at your lips, “Can I have a drag too?”

“Sure”, you reply, frowning.

Does he know that’s a joint? Yeah, he knows how a cigarette looks like and this is very different, you think.

He smokes and then, when he exhales, starts coughing desperatedly.

Oh, he doesn’t know.

You chuckle and rub his shoulder, “I thought you knew, I’m sorry”.

He flips you, still coughing. “That’s a fucking joint!”

“It’s the best weed I have in my stash, I’m always spoiling you Harringtons”, Eddie’s voice makes you gulp in your seat.

“Hi baby”, you smile, leaning over the opened window to peck at his lips. Eddie’s hands cup your cheeks, “Hello, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“Lots of yelling at home, we just snuck out”, you shrug.

“She was a badass, but I also think she’s probably gonna be locked out of her room for the following weeks”, Steve snorts and you nod, “Yeah, I fear I’ll just have to sleep on the front porch”.

Eddie frowns: he knows everything about your shitty parents and, most importantly, he knows how bad you always feel after these arguments.

“Well, I’ve been feeding stray cats for a while now”, Eddie opens his arms, “I don’t think that taking care of a stray girlfriend will be so different”. You and Steve chuckle. “You can stay at my place as long as you need, love, that’s all I’m trying to say”.

You smile, “Thanks Eddie, I appreciate that”.

Steve nods, holding out his hand to shake Eddie’s, “Thanks, take care of her, will you? She forgets to eat when she’s upset and it’s been quite an awful week”, he adds.

You blush. It’s true, you can’t remember the last time you had a proper meal.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha”, Eddie nods. You reach for your bag and open the door, “Bye, Steve, say hi to future Miss Dumped by Harrington and to Henderson”, you wink.

“Bye, dumbass, I’ll see you tomorrow at school”.

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You’re wrapped in you boy’s arms, you are laying on top of his body, your is head on his chest and your legs are tangled with his.

“Baby, can you get closer to me?”, you whisper, moving your arm to caress Eddie’s face.

His laughter shakes your bodies, “Baby how can we get any closer than this, huh?”. You smile, “Right, sorry Eds”.

“Do you wanna eat something?”, he asks in your ear but you shake your head. “Did you at least eat some food today?”, his voice is getting worried. You shake your head again, “Nope”, you reply, “Too many thoughts on my mind and you know, when I get stressed or nervous I find it hard to eat”.

Eddie groans with his chin against your forehead. “Oh come on, you need to eat, darling”. You chuckle, “Okay, I’ll cook something for us”. You get up from Eddie’s body, “Do you have proper food?”, smirking.

He flips you, “PB&J’s are proper food, you nerd”.

“Oh, so you’re a chef now, huh? Just get your butt here and learn how to cook”, you laugh.

Eddie follows you to the small kitchen and grips your waist when you lift on your toes to reach the cabinets. “I keep telling you, babe, these cabinets were made for tall people”, you whine. He chuckles at your attempt and lifts you up, holding by your hips, “There you go, dwarf”.

You clearly didn’t see that coming and you almost drop the pasta box you’re holding, between your giggles. “I’m sorry, that was unexpected and I’m clumsy”

Eddie carefully leaves you on the ground and chuckles at you.

He kisses your temple, “Don’t worry, sweets, when we move in together we’ll buy short cabinets for my short girl”.

This time you really drop the box on the ground.

“W-what?”, you ask, turning around with an amazed look on your face.

Eddie’s cheeks turn the brightest red you’ve ever seen and he rambles, “S-sorry… that slipped out… I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you”.

“Scare me?”, you frown, “Why would I be scared?”

“Oh… sorry, I thought you freaked out cause of… what I said”

You smile and hug him tightly. “Why would that scare me, baby, huh?”, you whisper.

“I didn’t see that coming, honestly”, you chuckle and Eddie smiles lightly. “But yeah, totally”

“Totally what?”

You blush, “We should totally buy shorter cabinets when we move in together”

“I didn’t mean anytime soon, I mean…”, Eddie replies quickly, “There’s your college, I need to find a real job…”

You shush him, placing a finger on his soft lips. “Love, I know, we’ll talk about it later on, mkay?”

Eddie’s face still red and you kiss his forehead. “That’s like a big step in our relationship”, he claims, nodding his head. “Indeed”, you reply, knowingly.

“Are we celebrating this… moving in together in the future kind of thing?”, Eddie asks you, tilting his head.

You nod, “Oh, absolutely, but first I’m cleaning up the mess I’ve made and I’m cooking dinner”.

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Eddie’s cleaning the dishes, humming to the song playing on tape, while you’re laying on the couch holding a beer in your hands.

“Babe, wanna try something new for our little celebration?”, he asks, turning around with a glass in his hand.

“You mean, sexually? I’m open to almost anything”, you reply.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “You girls are always horny and always think about sex, it’s so annoying”.

You get up, chuckling, and hold his belt loop to pull him closer, “You have a nice ass, Munson, not my fault if I’m horny around you”, palming his butt in the meantime.

“Biggest compliment ever”, he growls mockingly in your ear.

“No, babe, I have some edibles, wanna try?”

“Sure, go get ‘em”, you smile. Eddie leaves the kitchen and, while he’s in his room, he calls you.

“Sweets? What did you mean earlier, mh?”, he asks, “I’m open to almost anything”, mocking your voice.

“Go to hell, you cult leader”, you shout, you hear him chuckling.

Eddie comes back with a small pack in his hands. “Peaceful bliss, just moments away”, he chants, handing you the edibles.

You eat one, then Eddie insists on making you sit next to him on the couch.

“Seriously, love, what did you mean earlier?”

You blush, but try to keep it cool, “I guess I’ve discovered something”

“What’s that? A new kink?”, he widens his eyes. You lick your lips and whisper, “I’ve got this… fantasy”, your cheeks get red at the word, “About your hands”.

Eddie interrupts you halfway, almost falling off the couch. “My hands? That’s definitely kinky”, he chuckles.

“I thought that was metal, sweetie”, you reply, mimicking his favourite word to use.

“I concur, that’s kinky and metal”.

His ringed fingers move to cup your cheeks, “What did you have in mind, doll?”, he smirks.

You swallow, “Oh… maybe choke me?”.

Eddie’s beaming, “Sure, but I want to be chocked too and see your perfect red nails around my neck”. You gulp louder than expected at Eddie’s request.

“Fuck, Eds, that’s hot”, you whisper.

“Are you feeling stoned?”, he’s giggling at your reaction and you slap his shoulder with your feet. “Don’t make fun of me, dungeon master”, you giggle. Eddie growls and jumps onto your body to tickle your waist. You manage to tickle him back and this leads to the most stoned and ticklish fight you’ve ever engaged in.

“Stop, baby, need to breathe”, Eddie pins your hands and the both of you take deep breaths, panting.

You get up to get him a glass of water, you kiss his lips before handing him the drink.

“That’s my good girl”, he grins.

“Munson, you gotta stop that”, you groan, pushing his shoulder.

Eddie takes a sip and looks at you with an innocent gaze, “What’s wrong, Harrington? Are you mad cause I’m making fun of your praise kink?”.

You groan loudly, get up and sit on the opposite side of the couch.

“I’m not mad, I’m just teasing, my pretty boy”, you blink. You know how much he loves being called pretty boy. He swallows, trying to play it cool.

“Shit, the edible is kickin’ in”, you snort. “Yeah, don’t get up too suddenly, sweets, you’re not used to it”, Eddie warns you.

You lean over to drink some water from his glass and the bastard your loving boyfriend waits for you to swallow the drink, to whisper in your ear, “Just be a good girl, like you do when you keep my cum safe in your pussy, huh?”

You choke on the water and, through some coughs and laughter, you manage to squeal Eddie to go to hell. He tries to hold it together, patting your back and kissing your cheek, but as soon as you laugh, he loses it.

“That was fun, shit”, he exclaims.

“Yeah, but you’re bullying me, my love”, you chuckle.

I'm the one teasing, now, you think

You sit on his lap suddenly, guide his hands to your hips and bite his neck. Eddie whispers, “Fuck, baby”, tilting his head to give you a better access.

You grind on his dick, then lean in to whisper in his ear, “Don’t act like I don’t know that you want to cum on my glasses, daddy”. In the meantime Eddie processes the words, you get up from his lap and reach the table, where you left your Marlboro’s.

“Ladies and gentlemen, that’s what you get when you try to fuck with me, not in that way”, you light up the cigarette with a grin on your face.

“Harrington, for fuck’s sake”, he shouts, getting close to you. “Enough with the teasing, okay?”, Eddie pouts, handing you his hand to shake.

You shake it, “We have a deal, then, Munson”.

He steals the cigarette from your lips, “That was hot as fuck, love”, you whisper, his hand hugs your waist and you press your hands on his chest.

Eddie grins, “Harrington?”, then he kisses your neck.

“What’s up, love?”

He smacks your ass with his free hand, “How wet are you?”

You lift your finger up in an attempt to focus, “Not sure, but I’m gonna say a lot, it’s like a tsunami”.

Eddie chuckles, “Okay, let’s get to my room”. He drags you by your wrist, chuckling.

You jump on his bed, followed by Eddie. He’s kissing your lips messily, while you try to take off your shirt. Eddie’s hands are faster than yours and he leaves you naked. He groans in your mouth when he touches your already naked breasts.

“God, I wanna fuck your tits”, he moans.

“Next time, baby”, you whimper, as his tongue laps your nipples.

“Tomorrow?”, he begs, with a smirk on his face, moving away from your boobs.

“Yes, tomorrow”, you agree, almost breathless. Your hand moves between Ed’s sweatpants and finds his hard dick.

“Can’t wait”, he grins but quickly he whimpers when you stroke his length. You pat his hips, “Need you to be naked”, you blink and Eddie shimmies out of his clothes.

You lick your palm and grip the base of his dick, stroking it a few times before licking his tip, already wet in precum. Eddie moans loudly, but then his hand stops you, holding your shoulder.

“Can’t take it, princess, I need to be inside you”.

You groan, “Can I suck your dick tomorrow, baby?”, you ask, pouting and holding Eddie’s hand to get up.

Eddie chuckles at your reaction, “Sure, my sweetheart tomorrow can suck my dick”.

You smile, “Tomorrow, what a big day”.

You lay down on your back and Eddie’s body hovering you. He discards of his Hellfire t-shirt while you take off your jeans and panties. In the movement of throwing your clothes, your head hits Eddie’s forehead.

“Shit, I’m sorry, does it hurt?”, you ask, rubbing his forehead.

“Fuck! How did that happen?”, Eddie groans.

“Eds I’m really sorry”, you add, worriedly. He rubs the red skin again and then snorts, “Easy there, tiger, do you wanna send me to the ER?”. You smile faintly, “I’m really sorry love”.

“It’s okay, sweets, doesn’t hurt anymore”, he replies, pushing you back on the bed.

“Besides, I’m such a sucker for you that I’ll thank you even if you broke my bones”.

You chuckle and lift your head up, very carefully this time, to kiss his mouth playfully. “I’ll thank you even if you ran me over with your van”.

Eddie raises his eyebrow, “That was cheesy, love”. You both chuckle and Eddie kisses your tummy.

“I’m still sorry, Eds”, you whisper, stroking his hair, “I’m clumsy”.

“I know, Y/N, but everything’s fine”, he mumbles with his mouth on your skin.

He kisses your inner thigh, then proceeds to kiss your folds gently.

“How can you even be this wet?”, he comments, eyes widened in awe.

You snort, “Told ya, tsunami”. Eddie scoffs with his face buried deep in your pussy.

He licks gently your folds, then laps your clit and you moan his name.

“Eddie… God, just fuck me”

“So eager, huh?”

“Yeah”, you reply, breathless. Eddie holds his cock at the base and guides it towards your entrance, gathering some of your slickness.

“You’re so wet, you don’t even need foreplay”, he whispers in your ear.

He pushes his dick into your pussy gently and waits for you to let him move.

“Green light?”, he asks, caressing your cheek. “Green light”, you nod. Your hands cups his face and you lift your body up slightly when Eds starts to fuck you slow and deep.

“I love you so much”, you tell him between your moans, holding your forehead against his. Eddie pushes you back down and presses his knee on the mattress to steady his body. Then, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing gently the soft skin. “I love you so much”, he tells you back.

Your legs cage his waist and your arms hug him closely, while whimpering due to the slow pace he’s settled.

“I want to move in with you”, you whisper in his ear, “And I want to stay with you forever”.

Eddie looks in your eyes with the most loving gaze he’s ever had. “I wanna have kids with you”, he tells you, so quiet that you almost think you’d dreamt it.

“How many?”, you ask, lifting your eyebrows.

Eddie fastens his pace a little. “Two or three”, he replies, smiling and cupping your boobs with a hand.

You chuckle, “Let’s settle with two, love, a mini Eds and a mini Y/N”. Eddie groans loudly and starts to rock his hips faster and faster.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moans, looking in your eyes. You kiss his lips sloppily, teeth clanging and you slowly hold his neck. He nods, “Choke me, baby, choke me”.

Your hand tightens around his neck and you kiss him again, more chastely this time. You moan in his ear, “You like my hand around your neck, huh? You look so hot right now”. He grunts, fucking you relentlessly and hitting the right spot in your tight walls. You choke him tighter, “Am I being a good girl for you, choking your neck like you told me to do?”.

He smiles at you, “Does my little needy girl want to be chocked, huh? Want my rings on your neck?”.

“Yes, yes, please”, you hold him less tighter.

“Just because you’ve been the best girl”, he nods his head, tapping your hand to set free from your grip. “Now be a good girl again and tell me what to do with my hand”.

He slows his pace, fucking you almost lazily. You whine, “Faster, please”.

Eddie shushes you, “Ssh, pretty thing, tell me what to do with my hand and then I’m fucking you the way you want”, he grins.

“Choke me”, you whisper, almost embarassed. Eddie pouts, “Who is gonna choke you, mh?”. He licks your neck and you whimper. “Choke me, daddy”, you reply. His hand grips your neck tight, you gasp out of breath. His rings surely are going to leave bruises on your skin.

Eddie smirks, “That’s my girl”. He lets go of your neck for a few seconds, lets you breathe properly and then chokes you again. He’s fucking you fast and deep, your moans are mixing with his.

“I’m close”, you whisper and Eddie starts to circle your clit.

“Come for daddy, sweet thing, can you do that?”

You nod, whimpering at the new stimulation. Eddie pulls his hand away and caresses your cheeks, where a few tears have fallen. “Be a good girl for daddy and come”, he whispers in your hear. Then, Eddie’s tongue laps your nipple and you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. Your walls clench around his dick, “That’s it, come for me”.

The orgasm shakes your whole body and Eddie keeps fucking you slowly, holding you steadily in his arms.

“Shit, that was one of the best ones”, you whisper, worn out. Eddie chuckles and you kiss his cheek. “Cum on my face and glasses, daddy”, you smirk.

He grunts and thrusts into you quickly and you almost cry at the overstimulation. “Eds, pull out, I’m too sensitive”, you whine.

His face hides in your neck another time and you clench your walls to help him come.

Eddie’s dick is pulled out fastly and he gets up, standing next to the bed.

“Fuck, this is so hot”, he groans, holding your face between his hands. You kiss him, still panting from your come.

“Need help”, you warn him. Eddie’s arm scoop you up and he places you kneeling in front of him.

Your tongue licks his tip and Eddie moans out your name.

“I’m almost there”, he whimpers, while you cup his balls and wait for his release with your tongue out.

“Fuck”, he exclaims, stroking his cock harder.

Then, hot and salty rops of Eddie’s cum cover your face, your tongue and, most importantly, your glasses. Eddie’s a panting mess, you hold his hands and swallow the come on your tongue. He leans over to kiss you, tasting himself in your mouth.

You feel Ed’s fingers taking your glasses off.

“Shit, this is the hottest thing we’ve ever done”, he chuckles. You squeeze your eyes to look at him, “Can’t see you, but I’m sure you look so hot, babe”.

“How can you be so sure?”, he questions you and you shrug, “You look like a sex god evertyime you cum”. He smirks, “You look like a goddess during and after sex”.

You feel his fingers tapping your mouth. “Lick”, he orders and you proceed to lick his digits clean. Then, your glasses are moved back on your nose.

“Did I just swallow the cum I had on my glasses?”

Eddie snorts, “Sure, did you wanna waste my precious seed?”

“God no, fuck me if I ever waste a drop”, you chuckle.

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After a shower, you and Eddie are cuddling under the blankets. His bare chest is pressed against your back and your legs are intertwined.

“Nice boobs, Munson”, you chuckle, turning around and looking at his chest.

“Oh, thanks, bought them yesterday”, he smirks.

You kiss the tip of his nose, “Can I lay on you?”

“C’me here, little thing”, he agrees and manhandles you, your body now laying on top of his.

He reaches for the bedside table, holding his arm around your back to keep you steady. He lights up a cigarette and takes a few drags.

“I wanna smoke too”, you whine and Eddie holds the cigarette for you. You lean over to take it between your lips and then exhale.

“They always taste better, after sex”, you comment, pointing at the cigarette with your head. “Ciagrettes after sex”, Eddie mumbles, “That sounds like a good name for a band”.

“Are Corroded Coffin gonna change name?”, you chuckle and Eddie shakes his head. “Jesus H Christ, woman, don’t say prophanities lilke these out loud”.

After a few moments of silence, you kiss Ed’s jawline.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, sweethart?”, he replies, starting to rub your back.

“This fuck was very metal”, you tell him, proudly.

Eddie laughs, “’Twas both metal and cheesy”, he adds.

“Yeah, chatting about the future while fucking, wasn’t so metal”.

Eddie smacks your ass lightly, “But that was so hot, babe”, he replies and you nod, “Totally”.

You yawn and then whisper, “I’m sleepy, Eds, ‘s that okay if I sleep here, on your chest?”

He lifts your chin up to kiss your lips, “Sure, c’me here”. You wrap your arms around his neck and he hugs you tightly.

“Sorry I hurt you in a way you don’t find kinky”, you and Eddie laugh.

Then, “I meant everything I said, Eds”, you whisper, yawning again.

“I know, love, and I meant everything I said, too”, he whispers back, smiling at you.

“Love you, my dungeon master”, you smile, “But I love your dick more”.

Eddie’s laughter shakes the both of your bodies. “Love you, smarty pants, but I love your pussy more”, he chuckles.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie imagine #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie x reader #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson one shot

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softxsuki · 1 year

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hi!! id like to make an urgent request please :)

tw !! mention of self harm / new sh wounds , mention of a blade

if you’re alright with it, id like to request a (romantic) hawks x gn!reader where hawks walks in on reader relapsing.

ive recently grown more and more stressed and tired lately, like my energy is constantly being drained and no matter how hard i try im not enough to stop it. and i wanna reach out for help cause i know i have friends who care about me but i just cant for some reason—i dont feel the need to ask for help cause i just dont think i deserve it. no matter how many times ill comfort others i was never strong enough to ask for the same comfort, and instead of going to someone and talking about it i turn to my blade.

hawks is a big comfort character of mine and my current hyperfix, and as embarassing as it is—reading comfort fanfics of him is a way of coping with it all. so id gladly appreciate if you could write this for me :) ++ if possible, id love if youd be able to include hawks cleaning reader’s cuts, cleaning them bringd me a sense of comfort and id love to see that in the fic.

but if you’re uncomfy about anything at all, no worries ! you dont have to write this if you dont wanna :) have a lovely day<3

Hawks Comforting Reader After They Self-Harm

please do not read if any kind of mentions of self-harm will do you more harm than good!

Pairing: Hawks x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self harm, blade, blood, scars

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 750

Summary: In which your BF Hawks catches you self harming and cleans up your fresh cuts

[A/N: Hey hey, so sorry for taking so long to write this, I know it was urgent. I just happened to get sick randomly and couldn't focus to write. But I finally got this done for you! I hope you're still around to read it </3. Hopefully it provides you with some comfort. Always go to others for help before taking matters into your own hands. Even if you feel like you can't, I'm sure the people in your life would love to help you out <3 I'm here too if you ever need anything! Enjoy!]

You look back and forth between the bloody mess in front of you to the panicked face of Keigo who had walked in on you.

He was supposed to be gone for the whole day, patrolling his designated area until later that evening. Who knew he’d stop by to check in on you, hoping to have lunch together before continuing his patrol duties. Yet, coming home to you hovering over the bathroom sink with blood dripping from your delicate skin was not what he expected at all.

Of course he knew about your history with self-harm and could very clearly see all your past scars on your body, but he never expected to see you actively harm yourself in front of him.

“Y/N…” He starts cautiously, eyeing the blade in your hands as you shake with regret.

“I’m sorry,” you cry, dropping the blade in the sink and moving your bleeding wrists away from his view, but he quickly closes the space between you.

Gentle hands grab your own and inspect the damage done. He rolls up the sleeves of his hero suit and gets to work on cleaning you up. With a clean towel he dabs the blood away, applying slight pressure to help stop the bleeding a little, whispering an apology whenever you flinch from the pain.

He’s silent; contemplating how he let it get this far. He was a hero for crying out loud and the one person he wanted to keep safe the most out of everyone else in the world, managed to get harmed while he was away. He was angry and frustrated at himself that he couldn’t prevent the fresh cuts on your arms. All those nights he kissed your scars and whispered sweet promises of love and protection were all for nothing. Why couldn’t he be more useful to you?

“Keigo, I didn’t mea-” you start, but he quickly cuts you off as he finishes applying the bandage wrap to your wrist.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault, it’s mine. I should have known something was off, I should have paid more attention and been around to help instead of being out. I’m sorry.”

He presses kisses to your bandaged wrist, just wishing that he could have the magical healing power that Recovery Girl’s kisses had. He wished he could kiss all your pain away and face it all himself in your stead.

“No, no, this is all on me. You’re always there for me, telling me how much you love me and trying your best to encourage me and lift me up, but I always hold back,” you confess, snatching your arms away from him in guilt, “You’re so busy as it is saving everyone. I don’t want to add to your burdens with my own problems as well. I thought I could deal with it all alone, but I failed. I turned back to my blade because it was too much to bear on my own.”

He sighs, and this time brings you into his arms in an embrace, “That’s because we’re not meant to go through these things alone, babe. Even as a hero I don’t do things on my own either. I have a whole agency backing me up along with my other fellow heroes. No one can accomplish anything on their own without hurting themselves. So please let me be there for you to help you as much as you’ve helped me.”

Silent sobs escape your lips as he continues to hold you and speak.

“All those days when you held me after I failed to save someone. All those nights you patched me up after a mission and I stubbornly refused to go to a hospital; let me be there for you for all your tough times as well. Let me be the one to gather you up again and listen to all your worries, don’t fight your battles alone anymore. I promise you’re not a bother to me at all. I want to be there for you. It’s my job,” he reassures you.

“All right,” you sniffle, finally wrapping your own arms around him, accepting his comfort.

He calls the agency afterwards, letting them know that he can’t come in for the rest of the day and instead spends his time with you. Listening intently to everything that’s been bubbling up in your heart, right by your side, wiping your tears away and giving you his unconditional support and love. He’s definitely making sure you don’t deal with things on your own anymore :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted 3/5/2023

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eldritch-spouse · 11 months

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I wanna Rei to rail me. Can Rei rail me?

[Imagine I just said "No." Also, get fangirled.]

The short imp has been handing signatures out for almost half an hour now. And you had been drilling holes in the line to reach him, distracting people and almost getting into fights in the process.

It's so rare for Rei to do anything in the surface, you knew you couldn't miss it for anything when he announced he was performing close enough you could drive to. In only like two or three hours! There were stars in your eyes as you drove, you were so excited you thought you were going to rip the steering wheel off from how hard you were gripping it.

And there really is no comparison between seeing the imp on a screen and seeing him live. Sure, you got called ankle-biter a couple times when you jumped to see things better, but they sure didn't complain when you did bite the shit out of them.

Anyway- It's almost your turn to get your poster signed, and you're shaking in place like a rabid chihuahua an inch from frothing at the mouth. This is the first time you get to speak to him!! If you fumble this, you'll never ever forgive yourself. Just be normal. Yes, that's it, be normal.

The guy in front of you trots off, Rei immediately beckons you forward with a smooth smile and your heart nearly slips out of your throat directly into his hands. " Ey. You going to stand there? Take a picture! "

On auto-pilot, you step forth, almost crowding the demon in his own booth. Wow, those horns are even bigger up close. They look so cool too. You just want to touch them. " Uhm, hi- " What a wonderful crack your voice just made there. So suave. " I uh- So- Can you- My poster... "

Trembling hands fumble with said poster, trying to open it but failing miserably. The longer you take, the hotter your face gets, and you're sure you can hear him snorting. Eventually, the imp takes mercy on you and rips the thing from your grasp. " Sure, hun. Don't crumble on me, kay? "

He's fast and clean about it, a sense of fulfillment washes over you at the crisp signature on the bottom right corner. Fuck yeah. The poster is handed back to you rolled up.

" There ya go. " Rei winks.

God, he's so hot. You just want to kiss him. You know he'd bite, you studied up on his kind of demon! And besides, you've seen some of his... Less family-friendly stunts. Even if they're censored on the surface, you know he's not packing small at all. Steam escapes through your ears as you swoon. He's perfect.

" God, I wish you'd rail me- "

Immediate mortal shame makes you freeze like a statue. The heat drains from your body and you wheeze in embarassment. Oh God oh fuck oh shit you MORON- As you dart to grab the poster and run, hopefully to never see him again, you find Rei won't let go of it.

Looking fearfully down at him, the imp offers you a huge grin and cackles. " Oh you don't have to wish, cute stuff. Just wait a lil'. I'll gladly reil you... "

Putting aside the bewilderment, you shovel down the need to choke him for that awful pun. You're sure he'll appreciate that more in bed.

#Rei oc

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heeseung-min · 2 years

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Helloooo. Can i request a rich yandere ni-ki asking his s/o "how much is it to date him" and y/n will get furious and say something like "idc about ur money so fudge off" so ni-ki will just kidnap her lolz. thanks

Hellloooooo😆😆 thank you for the request. I really appreciate it😊

[16:22]

Nishimura Riki is rich. He got a car as a birthday gift, he even has a mansion for himself and he can get everything he wants. But, he couldn't get you.

All students were amazed with Riki and some of them would tried to ask him out. Even they knew, they couldn't but to try their chance.

However, you aren't like those students. You didn't even care about him and this made the boy furious because the girl he likes doesn't even look at him.

He had actually confessed to you in front of everyone with high confidence.

"I like you. Let's date."

"Sorry. You are not my type."

And that really embarassing Riki because the students were laughing at him as they didn't expected a rich and popular boy would get rejected by a simple girl like you.

But, the things that made him became angrier is someone has your attention.

The new student, Yang Jungwon.

Everything about him is just simple and nothing special. Jungwon is an orphan and live with his grandmother. They are not even rich like Riki and the fact that some people said that you don't like to talk with any male students.

So why did you looked so comfortable talking and laughing to the new boy? What is so special about him that you didn't even accept Riki's confession?

You just finished your business at the toilet then when you went out, you shouted a little at the sight of the tall boy, Riki.

"What the heck, riki? Why were you standing there like a creep?"

Riki didn't answer instead he walked closer to you to stop you from walking away.

"Why did you talk to him?"

"Huh?" Gosh, the class already started yet Riki still didn't let you go.

"Yang Jungwon. Why did you talk to him? What's so special about him that you didn't even want to accept my confession???"

His sudden loud voice startled you a bit because you didn't expected he would be this angry.

"You don't have any right to decide who should I talk and about your confession, I just don't like you riki."

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much do you need so that I can date you? I can give you everything. Just state it."

"Are you serious??! I am not a thing that you can easily buy and use, Riki. This is why I don't like you. Your attitude disgusts me. Have a shame, riki."

You said and pushed him away then walked fastly to your class. Riki controlled his anger because he didn't want to cause a scene.

If you don't want to accept him, he will make you to accept him.

"Good job for today y/n. I see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, boss"

You walked to your home. You are glad it just 10 minutes walk. But, because it's already midnight you were scared a little bit because there is no people around you.

It's so tiring to be a student and part-timer worker at the same time but your new friend, Jungwon has been supporting you by sharing his meals at school and sometimes went to your work place to give you food that his grandmother cooked when you forgot to have a lunch.

When you finally reached home, you went to the bathroom first to have a quick shower. Too tired, you stepped to the bed without having the lamp switch on.

"You must be so tired, right?"

Your sleepy has gone when you heard the very familiar voice. Riki hugged you really tight and cupped your face with chloroform. The boy screamed and let you go when he felt his finger got bitten by you. You tried to take your phone to make a call but Riki shot your right leg before you could do that.

"I never thought this gun would be useful in my life. You were stubborn, aren't you?"

"Fuck you riki. What the fuck are you doing here??!!!"

You couldn't even tried to move because the boy had caught your body in his arms and the chloroform too has started working on its effects.

"I'm taking back what's mine"

kekekeke our maknae become brutal yandere🤭🤭 how is it? i hope this is good enough

#yang jungwon #kpop yandere #yandere au #yandere imagines #yandere kpop #enha x reader #yandere enhypen #lee heeseung #nishimura riki #park jongseong #kim sunoo #park sunghoon #sim jaeyun #yandere x reader #yandere enha #yandere riki

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mkfluffluv · 2 years

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tastes like apple juice and peach

STEVEN GRANT X READER

PART ONE

prompt : for a long time steven had thought his feelings had gone unnoticed. but he was wrong.

ah, part 2 is finally here. a lot of your feelings were hurt with the first part so consider this an apology. please read the first part before this and enjoy!!

likes and reblogs appreciated <3

warnings : steven being sad and insecure :( other than that, fluff

word count : 2492

masterlist

Steven was at his usual spot at, you guessed it, the gift shop, when you had approached him for the first time.

It was nearly the end of his shift for the day and Steven was stocking all the cute Tawaret plushies on their respective shelves when a finger tapped on his shoulder. This startled Steven as he thought he’d been alone and the plushies that he had held in his arms all dropped to the ground when he jumped.

“Oh, bollocks.” He exclaimed, clicking his tongue and then kneeling down to pick them all up.

Steven was so focused on just finishing his shift that he didn't notice the extra pair of hands helping him out. That is until he reached for one of the plushies and his hands briefly brushed over somebody else’s fingers. “Oh, my apologies.” He said politely.

“It’s alright.” The familiar voice made Steven’s head jolt up in surprise and he was met with twinkling eyes like the stars of the night sky.

Startled, Steven stumbled back, one of the plushies clenched tightly in his hands. In doing this, his back collided with the shelves behind him, causing all of the plushies that he had just put there to all drop on his head.

Well, there went his one chance of at least giving you a better second impression after the embarrassing mess of his first one. Though, he guessed more embarassing things could’ve happened besides him covered in an ocean of soft Tawarets but he didn’t want to think about that at the moment cause you were currently kneeling in front of him, clearly trying your hardest to stifle your laughter.

Great.

“Oh goodness, I’m so sorry-” A small giggle slipped out of your mouth and suddenly Steven was totally okay with you laughing at him. “So sorry, you just look adorable like that.”

Out of everything you could’ve said out of those pretty lips of yours, THAT was definitely not something Steven had expected.

Steven felt himself blush, his face growing redder by the second. He knew the blush was very evident on his cheeks when he saw your smile get impossibly brighter and now Steven was even more embarrassed.

You were staring at him expectantly as if Steven had anything to say after that bomb of a compliment you just dropped on him, and when Steven continues to stay unmoving in the piles of Tawarets, you simply let out a huff of laughter and got up on your feet.

A hand was shoved to Steven’s face and he only stood there, staring at it, not knowing what to do. It was only when he realized that you were offering to help him up that he hurriedly wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and took your hand, letting you help as Steven got to his feet.

The electricity that went up to Steven’s arm as his hand was enveloped in yours for just a moment was bizarre, unexpected, but not unpleasant and Steven cherished every moment of it until he eventually had to let go to not freak you out with his weirdness.

“Right, um, sorry for bothering you, I’ll just-” Steven awkwardly pointed at the pile of plushies stacked around his feet and sheepishly smiled. “Pick these up.” He went to lean down again but was stopped by a hand to his chest. Your hand on his chest.

Steven rightfully panicked at this and all movement coming from him was stopped. It's like all the tiny people in his mind were running around In circles, screaming and crying and not helping him try to act normal around you.

“Let me help you with those.” You said.

The hand on his chest moves away from him, and Steven felt the oxygen come back to his lungs as he was finally able to breathe again. Steven couldn’t find the right words to say to you so he just nodded and silently began to pick up the plushies and put them back on the shelves.

You followed his actions and soon, a comfortable silence loomed around the both of you as you both worked the cute Tawarets back on display.

For the whole time, all that was going on in Steven’s mind were hundreds nearly thousands of thoughts floating around in his head. Like, why were you there? Why were you suddenly talking to him? Did something happen that made you suddenly want to have a conversation with him? Did Donna scheme something again and asked you to help him? Cause there was no way you just decided to chat with Steven of your own accord.

Right?

For a few more seconds, maybe minutes, the silence wasn’t broken. Steven had nothing to say. Well, no, he had plenty to say, he was just too much of a coward to say it. It seemed like you had other plans.

“I saw you watching me the other day.”

Steven stumbled at your statement, nearly dropping the bloody plushies again but he learned his lesson and kept his hold on them.

Steven sputtered. His words struggled to come out of his mouth and he was stuttering and saying words that didn’t connect with each other as his mind went hundreds of miles per second trying to process the fact that you had found out about him watching you, and how everything was completely ruined cause you must’ve thought he was a bloody creep for that

“Steven, I can hear your thoughts from over here, I promise you I’m not weirded out by it.” You comforted him. Steven looked at you incredulously and you rolled your eyes at him. “It’d be weird if I was any other person but I don’t know, I thought it was cute.” You explained with a confident smile on your face.

Huh. Steven was burning up again and at first, Steven thought he was coming up with a fever but realized that he was probably just blushing at your flattering remark. Steven’s face must’ve looked really funny then. He was as red as a tomato, his eyes wide as saucers and mouth gaping open trying to find anything, absolutely anything to say but couldn’t cause his mind was absolutely fried.

He could tell you were trying really hard to hold in the bubbling laugh in your throat with the way you were biting your bottom lip with this beaming smile on your face and usually, Steven would be offended by that but found that he didn’t mind it if it meant he could hear how you would sound like when you laughed.

Eventually,too much time had passed when Steven’s brain decided to function once more. “I’m so sorry about that, I swear I didn’t mean to be a creep or anythin’ It’s just that you were amazing and- I don’t know I couldn’t just talk to you cause you were just- well, you’re you and I’m me, and you don’t need me, but I need you and- oh god, I sound like a downright twit right now, am I? I’m sorry I’ll just leave you alone and be on my merry w-”

Steven felt soft lips press a kiss to his left cheek. Your soft lips pressed a kiss to his left cheek.

Everything seemed to stop at that moment. Steven’s rambling stopped, his moving stopped, his breathing stopped, heck, Steven was pretty sure even his heartbeat had stopped. His brain was malfunctioning and now he was wondering whether someone could die of heatstroke from blushing so much cause Steven was convinced he’d just passed away again and the tiny Tawaret plush was going to change into actual Tawaret guiding him through the afterlife like she did last time.

He was mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of questions he was sure to receive from Marc and Jake when a hand waving in front of his face and your voice calling out to him snapped him out of his trance.

“Steven, are you okay? Was I reading this wrong?”

“No!” Steven’s voice cracked as he exclaimed and he cleared his throat. “No, I was just- I didn’t expect that.” He said.

Steven heard you coo and tucked his chin to his chest to hide his face that was increasingly getting redder the longer he stood next to you. He didn’t notice it before but now he did as he was looking down at both of your hands that are now intertwined with each other.

“Steven?” His name had never sounded as sweet as it did when it was uttered out of your mouth. Steven only hummed in response, scared that if he opened his dumb mouth, he’d say something he would regret.

“There’s a nice cafe just a few blocks from here.” You said. Your free hand that wasn’t holding Steven’s came up to grab at his chin, urging him to look back up to you. Steven happily obliged and the way your eyes sparkled when staring into his felt like a punch to his gut. It was full of adoration, full of hope. He’d even dare say it was full of lo-

Steven paused his thoughts.

No.

No. That’s not possible.

Steven must’ve been dreaming cause there was absolutely no way this was all real and happening to him right now. He’d had this conversation with himself before, hadn’t he? You two were worlds apart. Not fit for each other. You deserved someone better. Someone that could fit you better than the mess that he is. That someone cannot be Steven

All of these insecurities and doubts filled Steven’s mind as he answered your question. “No,” At the sad look he received from you, Steven quickly took it back. “I mean, yes but- I don’t- well, I don’t understand, is all.” He continued.

You were silent, waiting for Steven to explain whatever he meant by that. Then, your hand came up to his face and he leaned into it, letting out a soft sigh at the comfort it brought him. Your presence itself was a comfort to him but yet, Steven knew he couldn’t be selfish.

“We can’t be together. I can’t do that to you.” Steven said, voice barely a whisper but you were standing close enough that you heard him loud and clear. “You deserve someone better. Someone who isn’t me. You and me we’re worlds apart and we won’t be f-”

“Now who are you to decide that for me, hm?” You interrupted him. Steven winced, thinking you had been mad at him with the way you worded it.

But the fond smile clung to your face, shining brighter than the sun could ever shine, your eyes, full of so much emotion never looking away from Steven’s which made all kinds of butterflies fluttering around his stomach.

“Steven, you listen to me right now, okay? No interruptions.” You told him. Steven nodded. You let out a sigh and then grabbed both of his hands, holding them gently in yours.

“Steven, I’ve liked you for a very long time right now.” His eyes widened at this cause well, that’s just impossible, innit? He must be dreaming. That had to be it cause things like this don’t happen to Steven Grant. Marc and Jake, sure. But never him.

Then your hands clenched tighter in his and Steven knew the feeling of warmth and comfort that that brought him was something his mind could never be able to fabricate. You continued to talk while Steven scanned every feature of your voice to ground himself.

“ I’ve attempted to talk to you so many times but I’ve just been so busy that I couldn’t get the chance to. The one time I had the chance of talking to you, you ran away.” Steven remembered the time in front of the utility closet and was about to apologize when you shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, Steven. But, after that day, I thought you hated me or something.” A small huff of laughter was let out of your lips at that like you knew that it was ridiculous of you to think of such a thing. “Then I talked to Donna about it, and she told me all about you watching me from the distance. She had called you a creep but I didn’t think the same.”

“So after that, I started to notice you whenever I did my little tours but still couldn’t find the chance to talk to you.” Steven didn’t realize how close you were standing until he could feel your breath against his lips. “Until now.” He couldn’t help but glance down at them every now and then but kept his focus on you and your words.

“So, I’ll ask you again.” Your arms looped around his neck and Steven’s breath is taken away by how absolutely beautiful you looked under the dim lights of the gift shop. “Will you please go on a date with me?”

Steven couldn’t respond with words. So, he made what could be the worst or maybe best decision that he could ever make.

His lips crashed into yours and it was awkward at first with the way your teeth clacked together but the both of you melted into it quickly. His arms fidgeted by your sides as he didn’t know where to put them, so you guided his hands and put them on either side of your waist before they went back to looping around his neck.

The kiss was slow, gentle, your lips tasted like sweet peaches and it was everything he ever dreamed of and more. Steven treasured every second of it before the both of you pulled away to catch your breath.

“So, is that a yes?” You asked and Steven laughed before pressing those soft lips back into his again, the both of you smiling into the kiss sweetly.

Everything felt perfect in every way possible at this moment in time. Just the two of you, giggling and smiling, stealing more kisses now and then as you both continued to stack and sort the formerly neglected Tawaret plushies back into their shelves.

Of course, Steven still had his doubts. The fear of losing you lingered on in his mind. His insecurities no longer loud but quietly whispering at the back of his mind was telling him how this would all end badly because Steven was not someone that fit to be with you.

But that’s okay.

Cause Steven might think that he was nothing more than the odd giftshopist from the museum but he was so very wrong about that. He meant so much more than that.

He was the comforting glow of the moon at night, the sound of birds chirping happily the moment you wake up, the feeling of a warm hug after a cold day, and most importantly,

He was Steven.

And that was all you could ever ask for.

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight imagines #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant imagines #marc spector x reader #marc spector #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader

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chipped-chimera · 7 months

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So, I'm a Lesbian I guess.

So uh, life update. I came out to my Mum, so I figured I'd do so here too.

I've done a bunch of self reflection, healing. I reached out to my ex and we had a good conversation and I think that just made everything even clearer for me.

So yeah, this is me saying I'm not bisexual. I'm lesbian. And I probably always was.

More context below the cut if you want it (it's long). But anyway, here's to finally feeling like I'm finding the real 'me' in all this rubble.

❤️🧡🤍💖💜

I thought I was bisexual for ages. The fact I even got to think that wouldn't have happened if it weren't for my ex, who identified that way and I felt in a safe enough environment to express it. In the past two months I went through some self reflection, and talked to my ex for the first time in 2 years. It was good, and it's too complicated to explain easily but at least on my end I was getting a double dosage of the comphet juice between just regular expectations and the undiagnosed autism (also jesus christ, being a teenager in 2005-2010 that environment was just fucked up for anyone who might be trying to come to terms with not being straight). Kids in my school were more accepting, but also in the same breath using 'Gay' as an insult).

We were both undiagnosed neurodiverse people and maybe it was just the first time we'd encountered someone who just actually understood for once. Who saw who we were and were okay with that. The 10 year relationship, put in that context makes a lot of sense. So I don't blame him for how it ended. If anything I thanked him for breaking it off, because I was in such a goddamn state after being used by the Australian government (see Robodebt) there was no way in hell I had the mental tools or even brain space to realise anything about myself because I was too busy just trying to fucking survive. I would have lived and died in that relationship simply because at least it was safe, and stable. But it wasn't genuine.

Past two years since that relationship ended were fucking rough. For most of this year I kind of just turned into myself I guess, but I was letting it happen because after finding out about the high comorbidity of chronic health conditions with Autism and how it's likely related to long-term compound stress from masking for so long, I really asked myself when was the last time I just let myself 'rest'? Didn't do anything I didn't want to do or feel compelled to do because of some social contract or guilt?

I couldn't come up with an answer.

So I rested. And I think that's basically given me the strength now to finally 'wake up'. I dunno. That's how it feels. I only recently noticed my thoughts about women were structurally very different than the ones about men (and yeah it's goddamn fuckin' embarassing to say but uh thanks Larian specifically for giving me a female love interest tailored to my exact preference which FINALLY connected some dusty neuron in the back of my head or something. It was Karlach. MY GODDAMN GAY AWAKENING WAS KARLACH, ffs) and the more I examined it, the more everything became clear. I was hesitant to remove the bi label from myself, wondering if this was just a really extreme 'bi-cycle' swing but the more and more I thought about it, went through memories in my life, how I could never see myself with someone else it was always characters together and really it was the relationship and intimacy between them, regardless of gender that I was appreciating.

I thought I was grey ace but after going 'huh these thoughts are kind of different' and realising that yeah, I could imagine myself with a woman - it wasn't some weird other shit I'd told myself like it was just visceral self hatred or something, placing myself with a guy it was literally I did not want to be with a guy - it became obvious. So fucking, embarrassingly obvious.

I'm not sure where things will go from here. I am incredibly socially isolated in real life. My best friend is my Mum. I don't have a social circle at all outside of online spaces. I'm 30 and that's a fucking weird age to be thrown out into the world essentially experiencing goddamn delayed idk mental puberty because you suppressed it that hard. I haven't used a dating app in my LIFE. I'm still kind of scared of being hurt by others and I'm aware it's not entirely logical, but I just feel fragile. I'm also still picking up the pieces of my life.

I've confirmed a C-PTSD diagnosis with my psychologist, which explains why all the CBT tools I'd learned over the years just stopped working (CBT doesn't always gel well with PTSD or Autism) so that's probably going to inform treatment going forward. My intense fatigue issues are probably caused by having to carry all this fucking trauma and suppression of myself. As I said to my Mum, it's like I'm just 'Tired from being alive' at this point. I'm really, really fucking hoping it's not Chronic Fatigue Syndrome/ME. The new medication I'm on seems to be keeping me going past the 4hr mark though, so we might be onto the right medication mix (I do not appreciate the 7:30pm crash, like clockwork, where instead of feeling unfocused and tired like before I now feel jacked up as hell like I'm waiting for someone to punch me however :V)

I don't know where this is going. Or where I'm going. All I know is 'I'm going'. When the breakup first happened, when I hauled myself out of the Mental Health ward and back to my parents home where I had to figure out what the fuck to do after any kind of certainty of my future had been completely obliterated - I saw a lot of snakes. I'm kind of vaugely pagan, if I'm honest. I don't know how to put it. I am very scientific but I also don't think we know all the answers.

My ancestors were likely heavily Celtic, likely some Viking and Pictish influence as both family lines go back to Scotland and Ireland. I know through my reading that natural signs were important to them, so I start noticing when I see multiple occurrences, especially in odd places (I'll be real, I just remembered earlier in this relationship when I was more into pagan shit I saw a lot of Moths. Yeah. Yeah I feel like smashing my face into my desk about that. No I never figured it out then EITHER). I know quite a few things about snakes. Snakes are an animal that is both used as a symbol for medicine, but also classed as 'evil', especially in the modern christian context.

They are considered symbols of rejuvenation, of immortality, much like the Phoenix, they are constantly reborn through the shedding of their skin. Shedding is critical to a snake, because if it does not shed it's skin, it will die. This is a legitimate concern for zookeepers with snakes that have scars - they often struggle to shed completely, and they have to soak the snake's skin in water so they can cast off the skin.

So it's shed or die.

I have struggled to let go of things. Of everything that was done to me, but I knew it had to be let go. And today I have shed a lot of that shit. I am crying on and off but this is probably the first time it's easy. It's not physically painful, like knives in my throat, or something I have to shove down and keep contained for fear of being rejected. It's happy crying.

Because that skin being shed - it wasn't mine either. I needed rest, I needed to soak in that goddamn water dish so I could get through all the scar tissue. So it's probably the strongest image I have in my mind of everything. Of who I am. My entire life.

If you're going through difficult shit in life, all I can say is - you're strong. You're strong as fuck. Strength isn't being able to get into a physical fight, or being super confident around people - it's enduring life and the chaos thrown at you. It's being able to be broken down and rebuild, just like the snake casts off skin for their new selves. You will endure things and be stronger for it, than those who have lived all their lives without any pain whatsoever.

But it could be better, I know. It doesn't justify the pain. But please listen to yourself. Listen to your body. If you need to be selfish? Be fucking selfish! Don't want to do that thing? Don't do it! If you know it is costing you, if it is adding to that scar tissue - stop. Take the time you need to reset, to regain your breath. Ask yourself who you are doing this for. Ask what skin you are wearing and whether that is something you want to keep. Shed it. Let go.

It will hurt, but this is just the beginning. Change feels like a broken bone. But it will heal.

#kerytalk #lesbian #lgbtq+#sorry this got real long and kind of spiritual at the end but yeah #this is I guess the culmination of 30 years of my life and a lot of pain #uh yeah that spn tattoo I provided was taken directly from that idea bank for my own tatt because I felt it fit #and it's a good message to carry I think

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Omg the fact your already at 900 is amazing I'm so happy for you this is great to watch 🥳🥳🥳

As for the event you already know I'm here for my main man kakyoin you can do whatever with the name tho

Again congratulations there is no amount of words in the English language I could use to so My appreciation and gratitude for all the writing requests you do and all u do for the Fandom .

Congratulations -♡

Staring - Kakyoin

notes: OMG YOU ARE SO SWEET! You've been a supporter on my account for a super long time it feels and it really means the world. You have watched me grow hundreds of followers and I am really glad that you are here to watch!! I am so thankful to you and cannot ask for a better friend <3 thank you so much for the congrats and I really hope you enjoy this fic :)

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You spent a lot of time staring at Kakyoin. You didn't want to be that person, who just seemed like they were swooning, but you couldn't help it. He was smart and funny..... and god, he was gorgeous. His thin hands would reach over to you and dust something off of your clothes and you would nearly pass away. His voice was soft enough to fall asleep to, and quiet enough to where he had to lean over to talk to you, his warm breath dusting your neck causing you to shiver. He was the smallest of the Stardust Crusaders, the other giant boys towering over him. But he wasn't weak. Oh no, he wasn't weak one bit.

When Kakyoin fought, his face would drop any hint of a smile, he would be fully focused on his enemy, his stand's moves being thought out and always the right one.

You felt dumb staring at him, but you really couldn't help it.

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"Mon cheri!" Polnareff exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Tell him, dummy!!"

You knew Polnareff would find out eventually about your little crush on Kakyoin, but you thought that you would be the one to tell him when you were ready. But he caught you staring, your eyes locked onto Kakyoin as he was signing all of you into the hotel. Your face was apparently as red as a tomato as Polnareff had told you.

"I'm not going to tell him! That would just be... embarassing." You didn't even care that your face was heating up, you needed to get this crush under control, dammit.

"Why not?! It's not like he hates you! Who knows, maybe he loves you too!"

"L-Loves me?! Polnareff, it's not like that it... it... I just like him!"

"Like him? Well clearly a lot." Polnareff poured some sugar into his tea that he had next to him, the spoon clanking on the side of the cup.

"Look, I'm not going to tell him." You lowered your voice noticing that people in the lobby were staring at you. You had to admit the little common room of this hotel was really nice, but you underestimated how many people would be around.

"Well neither am I, so it looks like Kakyoin's going to be in the dark while you enjoy goo goo eyeing him from the other side of the room." He also lowered his voice to your level, leaning back in his chair, looking very smug.

"Kakyoin doesn't need to know."

"I don't need to know what?" Kakyoin walked over to the two of you hearing his name.

Polnareff nearly spit out his tea in ironic laughter, but he got some control of himself and swallowed, smirking at you. "y/n wants to tell you something, Noriaki."

"Shut up Polnareff!" You yelled, no longer caring about the people around you. "I don't need to tell you anything, Kakyoin."

"What's going on?" Kakyoin tilted his head and you groaned and grabbed his hand, leading him to a little private balcony outside that had a great view of the beach.

"Look, Kakyoin," you figured you were just going to get some guts and tell this man what was going on. It was getting on your nerves and you needed to change that. "I like you. Like a lot. I'm sorry if it's creepy when I stare at you... but you're just really gorgeous."

Kakyoin's face flushed a bright shade of pink. "Wh-What? You really mean that?" Slowly a smile spread across his face and you felt your face heat up even more than earlier.

"Yeah." You rubbed the back of your neck and then leaned on the railing, looking out at the gorgeous blue water crashing against the pale sand.

"It's not creepy by the way. I haven't really noticed, but when I do, I get all flustered, to be honest." Kakyoin giggled and leaned against the railing too.

The both of you sat together in silence for a moment before you felt something small press against your cheek. When you went to look over, you say Kakyoin's bright red strand of hair. You fully turned your head over, which unfortunately pushed Kakyoin's lips from your cheek, but he landed them on your lips instead, cupping your face in the process.

Your eyes went wide before closing and pulling him closer. You balled his soft hair into your fist and he smiled into the kiss, his hand trailing down to your waist.

The kiss didn't last long, but it felt like an eternity. When he pulled away, he smiled at you. You both watched the ocean again in silence, but this time, your hand was in his and Polnareff was smiling through the window.

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angelphonia · 1 month

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Okay, I've been binge watching the Stop!!Hibari-kun anime and I've got some thoughts I need to let out.

Firstly, watching the anime makes me appreciate the Manga a hundred times more. Sure, the Manga had its problems, mostly the racism and the casual homophobia jokes and transphobia, but you could save stuff from it, like that even though there were homophobic jokes there was a gay woman who wasn't mocked because of her attraction to Hibari, or that despite the transphobia Hibari was never outright shown as being wrong by being herself.

Now, the anime does a lot of things I dislike. Firstly they make Kosaku's reactions be way more negative than in the Manga. While yes, he reacts negatively he is also seen blushing a lot when Hibari flirts with him. I may need to read the Manga for fourth time, but I also don't remember Kosaku constantly mentioning Hibari is a "guy" everytime she did anything.

There is a lot much more racism in the anime. There were problems with this in the Manga but it just feels way more present in the anime.

This one doesn't bother me too much, but I'm pretty sure the chapters do not align with the Manga, but again, this doesn't bother me.

I also noticed way more incest jokes, I don't care about them. Also the Seiji chapter where he falls in love with one of Hibari's bullies when she's 15 and Seiji is around 25/30 is very questionable. Again, this is a work of fiction so while I was like "why isn't this seen wrong?" I wasn't really uncomfortable. I do gotta say that in the Manga when the Japanese mob grown manchild son asked for Hibari's hand in marriage, it was inmediatly said he was 28 and Hibari was super taken aback. This doesn't happen in the anime, his age is NEVER mentioned. I can't quite remember, but I am sure Hibari also doesn't go on a date with him.

Oof, but here we go with the thing that has bothered me the most. The REALLY bad erasure of Jun's story. They absolutely took away her lesbianism, making it seem as if she was only interested in Hibari because of her volleyball abilities. They also totally changed the episode and made Jun be deeply ashamed of her family, that while in the Manga she was a bit embarassed it wasn't a main focus. In the Anime it was, even making her leave the volleyball club, which is crazy to me. Oh, and I'm NOT forgetting that they made Hibari enjoy getting gropped in the bus, when in the Manga she was clearly just disgusted by it.

I haven't finished it yet, may edit this post with more complains. Positive things? I'm sure Seiji and Sabu didn't have names in the Manga, so now they have identities. They try and give them more backstory, even adding an eye scar to Sabu, which was appreciated. Hibari's voice is absolutely the cutest. I liked the wrestling episode. Oh, the episode with Hibari's mother and her father was a delight, she didn't express this much emotion in the Manga, so actually seeing how she feels was great, and her end interaction with her father was adorable.

Can't remember anything more rn. As a side note, I've developed a little crush on Sabu and I'm gonna draw him. Hope you enjoyed my rambling!

EDIT:

Remembered the Honda thing. In the Anime he almost reaches his 1000 girls flirted with, but with one it is half a girl. In the Manga this was because he looked at a 5 year old by accident and she fell in love, while in the anime they made it so he flirted with a new half. For those who don't know, new half is an old Japanese term for transgender people, mostly trans women who were post op. In the subtitles this is translated as crossdresser, which I don't like. This isn't the first time this term is mentioned, in the spartan son episode, he calls Hibari a new half, which Kosaku tells him to not do. In another chapter there is a trans woman, and she refers to herself as New half, which again is incorrectly translated to crossdresser for some reason.

Even then there was some sort of minimal knowledge of trans people, not only with this, but in the Manga the addition of Genkijirou being a canonical trans man in hormones. Eguchi was aware and while his first idea was to make Hibari a feminine man, it obviously end up with her being a trans woman.

#stop!! hibari kun!#hibari oozora #Hibari kun #Rambling

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robinismywife · 1 year

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𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 (p2)

PAIRING: A!Elvis or (real)Elvis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Elvis was done with making movies. However, when his manager approached him with another movie contract he couldn't resist. Especially, since Y/n Y/l/n is involved...

WARNINGS: Mentions of vomit, smoking cigarettes, eating. If I missed any plz inform me!!

A/N: Omg I hope you like this!! Writer's block has hit me like a truck these days and I can't seem to write anything I'm actually proud of. I know this is very short so I'm sorry if this dissapoints you, I'm trying my very best!! <3

(the gif is not mine! Found it on pinterest!)

Elvis found himself waking up excited to go to work for the first time in years. Even though, as he got ready, he tried to convince himself it was because filming was fun, deep down he knew why. Y/n. She was truly fascinating, not to mention a sight for sore eyes. She truly lit up the set when she walked in.

The entirety of the cast and crew stayed at the same hotel. Therefore, Elvis felt that he needed to get a little more dressed up and show everyone how professional he was. Honestly, he didn't really know what he was doing. Every movie he made felt like the first.

Elvis never felt comfort in the movie-making process. The only times he felt like he was in his element were short lived, since it only took a couple of weeks to record the songs in the studio. He hated these songs- The lyrics were repetitive and very stupid. It was embarassing having to sing these songs for everyone to hear.

After taking a last look in the mirror, he nodded to himself and walked out of his hotel room. The elevator reached his level and the steel doors opened, revealing the woman he had been thinking of all morning.

"Morning" Elvis mumbled, standing next to her

"It is indeed morning, Mr. Presley" She spoke coldly. Elvis's blank face turned into a dissapointed frown. It seemed as if he was the only one willing to be friendly.

"No- I- I meant good-"

"I know what you meant" Y/n stated stifly and the doors opened once again. After a long awkward pause the two had finally reached the hotel's cafeteria that was filled with people.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Elvis spoke irritably, trying to catch up with her quick steps.

"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't" She told him casually grabbing a plate and filling it up with breakfast goods from the buffet.

"Lord, you're insane, woman" Elvis sighed in defeat. This was not going to end well.

"I've heard that one before- For someone who's all about novelty, your insults are predictably average" Y/n put down a spatula she had been holding and made her way through the crowded room. Elvis couldn't keep up with her pace and witty remarks. Even so, he jogged after the woman, who had already started talking to some of their castmates.

Y/n placed her plate down on the table, greeting her new coworkers. She sat down sighing, as the conversation around her became more lively by the minute. Deciding to focus on eating her breakfast, she didn't partucipate in the discussion much. Elvis, of course, found the opportunity to keep talking to her. He pulled out the chair next to her and made himself comfortable, not caring that Y/n was obviously startled, thinking that she had gotten rid of him.

"Don't ya run away from me like that" He spoke a little out of breath, trying not to be heard by their colleagues.

"I do what I please, Mr.Presley- Now, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone"

"We were talking-"

"There is nothing left to say" She picked up her fork and played around with the bacon on her plate, that was slowly getting cooler and cooler.

"Isn't there? Don't ya wan't to tell me all about how much ya hate me?"

"I don't hate you. I wish I could but I can't-"

"You can't?"

"Are you deaf, Mr.Presley?"

"No-"

"Well, then I think I've made myself pretty clear" She finally shoved a small piece of bacon in her mouth, signaling the end of the conversation. The irony of their chat was that Elvis was even more confused now. Y/n was saying so much but yet so little. He never heard exactly the answer he needed and that pissed him off. She wasn't making any sense- At least to him.

"Elvis, aren't ya getting any breakfast?" Nancy, one of the cast members, asked, mouth full of toast.

Elvis audibly groaned, realising how wipped he was by a woman that wasn't even his. Looking right at her he shook his head in dissapointment. He truly hoped she wasn't enjoying this whole situation, but the devilish look in her eyes told a different story.

"Well, aren't ya, Mr.Presley?" She asked him playfully. Damnit, she was indeed enjoying his suffering.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"She hates me Ron, I tell ya" Elvis frowned as he spoke to his costar Ronald Winters.

"Son, you're making things a lot more confusing than they actually are" Ronald filled both of their mugs with coffee. They were both waiting for the director to show up to their last-minute meeting. Y/n hadn't arrived to the office yet so Elvis had time to talk to Ron about everything.

"Nah, she's the one making things confusing and everything- I-I-I'm just trynin' to be friendly, ya know?"

"Maybe she doesn't want to be your friend, Elvis" Ron spoke with a weird look in his eye that Elvis couldn't quite place.

"Well, that's what I've been telling ya, Ron!"

"You misunderstand me, sonny, what I-"

"Good morning" The conversation died down instantly, making Y/n's entrance in the waiting room extremely awkward "Do you want me to leave?"

"Oh no, dear girl, me and mr.Presley were merely talking about this meeting- Unexpected, isn't it?" Ronald changed the topic quickly, trying to make Y/n feel welcome.

"It's probably a last-minute script change, nothing to worry about" Y/n spoke casually, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between her scarlet lips "Want one gentlemen?" she pointed at it.

"Ahh no, no I-I-I'm trying to give it up- Bad habit, bad.." Ronald mumbled and cleared his throat. Excusing himself he walked to the bathroom down the hall.

Y/n then walked towards Elvis, closing the distance between them "Sorry Ι scared your pal away, Elvis" She took a puff from her cigarette. Elvis couldn't help but stare at her lips as they produced the gray smoke. This whole situation was making it very hard to hate her, especially when the urge to kiss her face off was that intense. He needed to play it cool, just like she was doing.

However, Y/n saw right through the act and continued talking "Wanna take a puff, love?"

"N-N-No, I prefer not to smoke, if I can help it" He played with his rings, stressfully. This was going so wrong, he could actually vomit.

"Really? Wouldn't have guessed it," She spoke aware of her effect on him "Men such as yourself always love to indulge in a little puff here and there"

"Well, they ain't going to last long" Elvis shrugged, daring to look her in the eyes.

"What makes you say that?" She was intrigued.

"Trust me, honey, smoking a packet a day don't help with the rockabilly business"

"So, you're telling me you've never smoked a cigarette in your life, Mr.presley?" She smiled challegingly while her own cigarette was slowly burning up in between her digits.

"No, I'm sayin' that I used to but I don't no more- My mama hated it, stopped just for her, ya know?"

"I know," Suddenly her stare softened and she put out her cigarette in the ashtray "I bet she was a wonderful woman, Elvis".

Her gentle smile and quick shift in demeanor caught him off guard, but before he could form a coherent sentence the crew and director had appeared. It was time for the meeting and as Elvis' eyes searched the waiting room around him, he realised that Y/n was already in the meeting room. There goes his chance to get to know her better, to have an actual conversation with her.

Nonetheless, he felt somewhat proud of himself. She had let her guard down for him, even for a second. The ice queen was slowly melting and he was there to watch it happen. Perhaps Ronald was right, she didn't hate him. Y/n hated herself for not hating him. Now, Elvis had to find a way to gain her trust. This wasn't even close to love, he had to assure himself, just a challenge. A fun one at that.

#elvis music #elvis songs #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley imagine #elvis aaron presley #elvis 2022 #austin butler elvis #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis the king #elvis fans

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cassketti · 8 months

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Tbh… you should totally drop your adrian shephard headcanons pls……..

OWCH OW OW OFYCK FUCK FUCK CRAMPS OCUH OC WO OWWWW

- filipino. hehehHAHAHAHAHA 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

- He doesn’t know how to speak tagalog. Just picked up some words and phrases that his parents said.

- Agender. Lmfao. Aro bisexual

- I’ve been kinda thinking abt what his typology would be. Whats there to even type LMFAOO. But ermm. I’ve been thinking sp7, sx6, 8fix, 3fix. He’d def be like a 3V tbh.

- His spore launcher grew up. YAYY!!! Spore launcher, erm, shock trooper, acts like an angsty teen now.

- Adrian: ya man so like. I would be carrying this baby alien around with me and he SPITS OUT FUCKING uh FRUIT GRENADES AND SHIT like thats fucking sick man wish I can spit out fruit grenades Shock trooper: ddaaaaaad, ur embarassing me.. 😡😡😡

- But they’re both happy they were able to reunite <:3 HEHEHEHEHE

- Adrian was in stasis all like “that mf BETTER NOT BE DEAD.. THAT WAS MY SSON…..”

FUCK OW OW OWWW

- i hate his cannon (ish?) personality. Tf u mean “adventure”?? Acting like ur going to a field trip and shit. Omfg.

- That being said. He does try to look for opportunities of “adventure”. Type of guy to purposely get himself lost. Like he’d be walking home and go “damn bruh what if I just went a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT route than I usually do”. Chris McCandless ass 😭😭

- I feel like he’s the younger sibling 💀💀LIKE THE TYPE WHO ACTS MORE CHILLER AND I GUESS MORE MATURERER THAN THE OLDER ONE. Mitchell tries so hard to be like a role model for him but adrians jus chilling

- (This is after like stasis. So like, hl2) hates being in the dark (literally). Hates being alone too. He’s not like super duper social or anything but he tries to surround himself with people or at least someone to keep him company.

- Touch starved, lmfao.

- Foams at the mouth at the sight of grass and light /j

- He gets overwhelmed (physically) easily. Light gives him a headache. He notices sounds more.

- Adrian’s upset that his home is kinda, gone. And he feels rlly homesick and there’s nothing he could do 😭😭😭 bro came back from 20 years of the void and he finds out that everything has completely changed.

- Cuz like. In his years of stasis he was fantasizing about being back at Earth and what he would do again, then he comes back and ITS TERRIBLEEE 😭😭😭

- Hungry. Appreciates his meals alot more than he did before. I mean who wouldn’t, look at WHAT EARTH IS IN HL 2. THE COMBINE FOOD IS NASSSSTTYY AND SOME PEOPLE BE JOINING CIVIL PROTECTION FOR IT.

- this isnt an adrian shephard hc. But like i like to think rebel bases has like those filipino tricycles, the ones with a motercycle attached to like a cab. Yk? Alyx rides on them a few times. Hc she’s also (partially) filipino 🇵🇭🇵🇭

- he used to be kind of a germaphobe. Bro washed his hands two-three times for more than 20 seconds each. Like he’d wash his hands and go “damn wait a minute what if I didn’t wash it enough. One more time just in case.” He carried hand sanitizer with him everywhere. Washed his face and doused himself in lysol disinfectant spray whenever he came into contact with something that “just felt dirty”. Wiped down his belongings after someone borrowed it. Tried not to open doorknobs directly with his hands as much as possible. Used to be hesitant on petting stray animals. He grew out of it, eventually. Lol. Such a 1F (ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO)

- I mean he’s an animal person tho. That’s just a collective agreement at this point. That mf liked animals. He likes otters. The spore launcher reminded him of an otter.

- Hated being seen as weak or pathetic. Tries to make himself important. Hates people seeing him emotional. Tries to act calm and collected and shit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing most of the time.

- Likes journaling. I do too. He glues scraps and other stuff on a page when he didn’t feel like writing.

- Feels like he failed something. Like he could’ve reached his fullest potential but didn’t. Erm. Wasn’t able to at least.

- gman bullies him cuz he thinks it’s fucking funny as hell. Like, just do things that would inconvenience Adrian slightly (not rlly slightly). Like gman moves furniture precisely where Adrian would hit his elbow really hard, flinch and turn around really fast, then hits his head on another piece of furniture, then he falls over and hit his back on the edge of a chair.

- Gman would abruptly teleport next to adrian, trip him over, then immediately disappear right before Adrian could get up.

- Yk. Stuff like that.

- Adrian’s lowkey scared of gman. I mean shit I would be too if I was him. He’s scared that gmans gonna come in and ruin everything for him. Gordon is too, I could go into detail and my gordon hcs I literally have notes for it. anyways.

- He dyed his hair blonde

Theres more buuut WHATEVER. Some of these dont even rlly have an apparent reason I jus be like “ya this got to be adrain shephard” and believe its true

Part 2 if someone asks this question again FILIPINO EDITION🇵🇭🇵🇭😇😇/j

#FUCK OW OW MENSTRAL CRAMPS

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 1 year

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A seal-skin around my shoulders (part 2)

Elendil x Selkie!reader

*****

You remain silent as you follow Elendil away from the beach and, for the very first time in your life, you enter the world of the Land-people. The city is called Armenelos, your guide tells you, the great and mighty capital of the kingdom of Númenor, ruled by the noble King Tar-Palantir. All those names mean little to you, but you cannot help being impressed by the great buildings rising all around you, the large streets full of people, men and women and children clothed in all the colours of the rainbow, animals you don't have names for moving among them or being fed by their masters. One of them -a large beast with four spindly legs and a long face, that a man older than Elendil is riding- passes you by in the street and sniffs you with interest, as if it has perceived you do not belong to the same race as the people of the city, making you jolt.

"It is just a horse; you needn't worry, they are not aggressive." Elendil explains, and you mumble that you were not scared, just caught off guard. The Man on the back of the animal has noticed you are naked under the cape and he is looking at you in a way that you do not like; you avert his eyes, and Elendil is quick in taking your elbow and leading you away.

So many people; so many things, and sounds, and smells even, you don't know and cannot name; you recognize the language spoken in the city and could answer if someone were to address you, but most of the topics and concepts you hear are incomprehensible, which makes you feel even more alone, and defenceless. You grit your teeth, determined not to show any weakness or fear, but deep down you heave a sigh of relief when the Man next to you announces you have reached his abode.

He lives alone, which is both a reassurance -the fewer Land-people you enter in contact with, the safer you will feel- and a cause of concern -Elendil seems friendly, but who knows what his intentions are once the two of you will be alone?- but still you try to remain impassive as he opens the door and invites you in.

"I will find something for you to wear." he promises, and a minute later he has offered you some of his clothes - a tunic and pants, he explains as you struggle to put them on, and a pair of boots to wear on your feet; nothing is exactly of your size, but at least now Elendil seems able to look at you without embarassment. "Are you cold?" he asks, and when you nod, he turns to a structure on one side of the largest room of the house; he kneels, fumbles for a minute, and then...

"This is... fire?" you wonder, coming closer as you already feel the warmth caressing your face and hands; the thing the heat is coming from looks almost a living being, the flames dancing as you and your friends were last night, unaware of the danger you were in.

"It is; do not touch it, or you will get burned. How do you know that, by the way? I doubt you can kindle a fire underwater."

"Obviously not. But my grandmother, our elder, knows the world of the Land-dwellers more than most of us, and she taught me some things. It is... beautiful..."

Elendil smiles, as if he found your amazement endearing. He invites you to sit next to the fire to warm up, and a minute later he has brought you a small bowl with a kind of scented, flavorful water; it is called tea, he explains, and on land it is often drank when a person is cold, or has gone through a traumatic event.

The tea is delicious, pleasant on your tongue as well as your nose; you sip it slowly, as Elendil asks whether you are hungry, or hurt after the altercation with your would-be captors. He is acting as if you were old friends, or he had received the visit of an honored guest, and you cannot help appreciating that kindness and helpfulness... assuming that those emotions are genuine, and he is not actually planning to earn your trust and then betray you.

You openly look at each other as you drink your tea, curiosity and uncertainty clear in both your and Elendil's eyes.

"I need to find my seal-skin." you state in the end; you are not ready to fully trust this Man, since you have been taught to be wary of them since you were old enough to swim by yourself, but they cannot be all evil, just like all Selkie are not kind and good. "Those Men stole it from me."

"It will not be easy..."

"It is mine. I want it back. Does the law of the Land-dwellers allow a person to take another's property without repercussion?"

Elendil assures you that actually the kingdom's laws are quite strict when it comes to theft or robbery; on the other hand, to demand justice would mean to reveal your true nature, and at that point, while the King is a fair and merciful ruler, who knows what dangers you would have to face, or if your rights would be considered equal with those of Númenor's subjects?

"Then what should I do?" you wonder, frustrated as you try not to give in to panic; you are alone, without friends or allies among people who have no reason to help you, and you have no way to lawfully reclaim your most prized possession "I cannot remain here!"

Elendil reflects for a while, running his fingers through his hair. "We could try and find the Men who stole the seal-skin from you, and force them to give it back." he proposes in the end, and you are struck by the ease he says we with... as if, even though he belongs to a race that wouldn't readily recognize your rights, he has already decided to assist you and take your side "Did you hear them call each other by name? Did they have any recognizable characteristic, like a scar...?"

You are forced to admit you wouldn't be able to describe your attackers, apart from a general impression: they were both tall and robust, with dark hair, and spoke with the same inflection as him. "But maybe we could go back to the... alehouse? And ask whether someone knows the Men who last night were saying they had almost captured a Selkie."

"It is a good idea." he admits, and he smiles "I will go now".

"I will come with you."

"It is better if you don't. You will be safer here."

You tell him that, while you appreciate his help and hospitality, you have no intention to remain idle while he attempts to find something that belongs to you. You look exactly like a Land-dweller, and as long as you don't draw attention on yourself, you will be safe.

Elendil sighs; he tries to explain that the only clothes he was able to give you are his, and people will notice you are a woman dressed as a man. But in the end he relents, gives you a cape to cover yourself, and leads you outside.

"Please, keep close to me." he admonishes you, as if you were a little girl unable to take care of herself, but you bite your tongue and swallow your pride: you do need help, and as long as you remain on land, your very survival could depend on him.

In a few minutes' walk you have reached the busiest part of the city; Elendil moves confidently in the intricate net of streets, some larger and cleaner than others, while you have to make an effort to remain focused on the need to find your seal-skin, rather than being distracted by... well, by everything taking place all around you. A group of children are playing with a ball in a square, following rules that seem to change whenever the players want, while two elders discuss outside a building - a potter's shop, you will discover in time; a few men, most of which bare-chested, are adding bricks to the wall of another building. Women chat happily as they wash clothes in a large stone basin, and a man sitting in a corner is using a bulky instrument, teardrop-shaped with a long neck, to produce a pleasant music; a small crowd has gathered around him, listening to his performance.

So many things to see. So many things you do not understand, and you would like to ask about; your head is almost spinning for the whirlwind of colors and sounds and movements all around you, but rather than nervous, you feel curious, almost excited, to discover this world you never thought you would see, even though you have been forced to stay...

"What is the name of that instrument?" you ask Elendil, who has stopped next to you to listen to the minstrel.

"It is a flute. Do Selkie... know music?"

"We do. My grandmother used to own a flute, that one of our ancestors had carved with the wood of a tree growing close to the shore; I loved to hear her play when I was a child." you recount; you think about your grandmother, and your voice trembles at the thought that you may never see her again "But the flute broke a few years past, and I have never heard music since then. It is very pleasant."

He agrees, and he smiles as he does it; he has a nice smile, the small wrinkles around his mouth suggesting that it comes naturally to him, and for a moment, and for some reasons, you find yourself smiling back.

The alehouse is a small white-walled building, consisting of a single room where many Men -not a single woman in sight, except for the ones who serve- sit around the tables drinking, talking and playing games with small cubes. Elendil talks to the owner, and then a few other people; no one seems particularly interested in listening to him, but after a while he is able to interrogate them about the Men who bragged about having almost captured a Selkie.

"Why do you care? That is the most absurd story I have ever heard, and I heard many, working here."

"What about that coat, then?" someone contradicts the owner "It looked just like the one of a seal."

"Of a seal, exactly; they probably skinned one of those and now look for someone gullible enough to pay a fortune for it..."

In the end, the best Elendil can do is to have the owner promise to spread the word, so that your would-be captors know someone is interested in their story and looking for them. You wait next to him listening, until you notice that a Man older than Elendil is looking at you insistently; in the end he says something to his companions, stands and walks up to you.

"Are you his woman?" he asks bluntly; you blink, and "No." you answer honestly, and you regret it a moment later, when you see his mouth open in a lascivious smile.

"Then why don't you come sit with us?" he proposes; the other four Men sitting at his table are laughing, an unpleasant and derisive sound.

"No. Thank you, but no."

"Oh, do not be a prude now! Just a minute...!"

The Man grabs your arm; you, who detest being touched without permission, try as you might to push him away, but that only serves to make him even more determined. No one is laughing anymore, and two other Men stand to approach, the three blocking you against the wall...

"Is there a problem?"

Elendil's smile is strained as he slids between you and the Men, who almost reflexively step back; he is alone against three, and younger, but there is something in him, an authority and a self-assurance that appears to intimidate his adversaries. "Good day, friends. May we help you?"

"We were talking to the girl, boy; and we know you are not her husband, so get away." the first who approached you answers.

"I will, and my friend will come with me; our friends are waiting for us. Come, dear, we better hurry."

He takes your hand and, gently but firmly, leads you to the alehouse's door, the Men he had to take you away from looking at him with resentment, but silently.

"I am sorry." he says as soon as you have left the alehouse behind you "That place is not the most... respectable in the city, especially for a beautiful woman."

You are so focused on the need to recover your seal-skin that you pay no attention to that penultimate word. "Then why were you there, last night?" you challenge him; you know you should be grateful for the help he is giving you, as well as the way he has just intervened on your behalf, and you are, truly! But still, you have never been so defenseless, and you know him too little not to feel ill at ease "Is this the kind of places you usually visit?"

Elendil assures you that last night had been his first visit to the alehouse, and he only went because a friend was celebrating his engagement. "You have no reason to fear me; I only want to help you." he swears, aware that you have all reasons to doubt him and he has no way to convince you, but still determined to prove his good faith; you simply nod, feeling instinctively inclined to trust him, to put your life in his hands, and wishing you didn't have to.

"What do we do now? I cannot wait for the word to be spread until someone identifies the Men who stole my seal-skin." you state, and Elendil admits it is too fleeble a hope to count on it.

"We can try at the market, and then at the harbour; sooner or later we will find someone who knows them." he tries to reassure you, and while you dearly wish it were sooner rather than later, you accept that it may take only the Great Father knows how long to locate the people you are looking for.

You follow Elendil around the city for long enough that your feet begin hurting inside the boots he lent you, and while he speaks to dozens of people, asking again and again the same questions and receiving most of the time the same answer, you look all around you, trying to make sense of that world that is at the same time exciting and terryfing.

Elendil perceives your curiosity, and is all too happy to act as your guide. At the market he is stunned to realize you have no concept of trade, or money, since your people have always procured food for themselves, elders and children being provided for by the others; on the other hand, Selkie tribes often exchange their catches when certain aliments are rare or absent in their respective feeding grounds, so you understand what bartering means.

"Are you saying that these little things have the same value of a fish?" you ask, skepticism clear in your voice, as you look at the little silver and golden circles that Elendil is showing you, and that he keeps in a pouch hidden under his tunic.

"Even more; if you have enough you can buy even a house, or a ship. In fact, you can buy whatever you want with them."

"I cannot believe it, they look like something our children would play with..."

Elendil smiles, and invites you to use one of the coins yourself; you reach a stall together, where you exchange one silver coin with two small portions of a food Elendil explains is called bread, one of the most common aliments in all land kingdoms, with small pieces of blueberry ("It is a fruit. Err... do you know what a fruit is?" "Of course I do! Do you think there are no trees growing near the Sea?") inside. You take one of them and sink your teeth in it, having suddenly realized how hungry you are, and the taste is so delicious you almost moan out loud. So soft and savoury, and completely different from anything you have ever eaten before; a few bites, and your hand is empty.

You wish you could have another one, but even though you don't know how money works yet you perceive that it would be unfair to ask Elendil to buy you more food, especially after everything he is already doing for you.

"That was delicious! Thank you for... paying for it."

He smiles, as if he were happy to please you. "I am glad you like it, blueberry bread is also my favourite. My mother used to prepare it at home, when I was younger."

"My grandmother used to make me eat cuttlefish meat even though I did not like it, because apparently it makes young Selkie grow strong."

"Interesting..."

Leaving the market, you walk some more to reach the most populated area of the city, where Elendil hopes the Men who stole your seal-skin may have gone to try and sell it.

"How many coins do you think they could have for it?" you ask, and your voice is full of bitterness as you speak, but Elendil takes your hands in his, looking as determined as if you were looking for a way to save his life, and not the property of someone he had never met until last night.

"We will find it." he promises; the blue of his eyes is almost blinding, deeper than any ocean you have ever swum in "I promise. I don't know how, but you will have your seal-skin back."

You don't answer -you would not know how- but you believe him, you trust him; about that, and everything else, from that moment on.

As you slowly leave the market, Elendil points to a tall, slim building visible against the horizon: it was built by the first King of Númenor, Elros, whose mother was said to have transformed in a Sea-bird.

"Is it true?" you ask, fascinated.

"Well, I am not sure." he admits "But it is a beautiful story, don't you think?"

"It is. I wish I could do it as well..."

The smell of salt in the air reveals that you have reached the great port of the city; Elendil points to the different types of ships anchored around you, some barely big enough for two people and other with enormous white sails, gently rippled by the wind, whose wooden belly could contain your whole tribe and that Elendil tells you can sail to the other end of the Sea, transporting the wares of merchants, or an army heading to war, or diplomats and courtiers sent on a mission by the King.

"One day I will be captain of one of those ships." he proudly promises you "I have joined the Sea Guard only two years ago, but within five years I will have my own command, you wait and see."

He is full of enthusiasm as he speaks of his dream, the ambition that has been in his heart since he was a child to serve in the Sea-army of his people and make a name for himself as a soldier and seaman; he wants to explore the farthest parts of the Sea and the lands surrounding them, and uphold the name of his family fighting for his kingdom.

"It is a beautiful aspiration." you comment. Elendil has a deep, musical voice, and there is sincere enthusiasm in his words; it is pleasant to listen to him "I also wish I could travel; explore the depths of the Sea away from the territory my tribe lives in."

"Have you been forbidden from doing so?"

"Oh, no. But my only living relative is my grandmother, and I want to take care of her; one day, when I am free from other obligations, I will go."

After a while you leave the port to continue your search in another part of the city, and in the end you decide to return home as the sun begins its descend towards the horizon, and torches are lit on the buildings' walls and in the squares against the dark of the night. The last hours have been highly instructive, even pleasant, as you explore the world of the Land-people as no Selkie must have ever done before, but you can barely contain your anxiety now; you are tired, and famished, your feet hurt, but even though you spent most of the day searching for them, consulting countless people and asking to be informed if someone hears about them, the two Men who stole your seal-skin appear to have vanished. None of the many men and women you made an appeal to has any idea of their names, of where they live, and while a few people admit of hearing about someone claiming they had seen Selkie dancing and almost captured one of them, they can offer no help in finding the thieves.

Even though your predicament doesn't concern him, Elendil is as disappointed and worried as you are. "I am so sorry." he says at the end of your fruitless search "I though... a Selkie's seal-skin is not something one can normally find in a market, if someone were selling one the news would have spread. Maybe the thieves had already a deal with a buyer, and they left the city to bring the loot to him."

It makes sense, which means that by this time your precious seal-skin could have been brought to any part of the kingdom, but whatever the reason, your already faint hope to find it and get it back, feels even scanter. What will you do now?

"Forgive me, I really wish I could help you..."

"Do not concern yourself." you reflexively answer, and after all it is appropriate, because the one who has cause to be concerned is you "I already knew the odds were against me, but I had to try. Elendil, I really appreciate your help; I will never forget everything you did to me."

He frowns, realizing you are saying goodbye. "Wait... what are you going to do now? Will your friends be waiting for you at the beach?"

You really wish they would. Selkie can come ashore whenever they want, even though traditionally they only do it on full moon nights, and you are sure your grandmother and the other members of your tribe are terribly worried about you; but you doubt someone is waiting for you at the beach where the dance took place last night, to make sure you are all right and help you find a way to return home.

"The Men who stole my seal-skin know where we were; they were waiting for us." you remind him "If they were still in the city, what would keep them from returning to try and capture one of us, or me, again, guessing I would also go back to speak to my people?"

"But if they were, we could force them to return your seal-skin."

Again he says we; instinctively, even though you are sure not by accident, as if the desire and the decision to help you, to make your problems his own, are so natural he has no need to think about it. You look at him, and for a moment, only the time of a beat of your heart, you wish you had the opportunity to know him better.

"It would still be too dangerous. A Selkie's seal-coat has not been stolen since before my grandmother's mother was alive, but my people have rules for circumstances like this. As a Selkie stranded on land, I have to find a way to return to the Sea without assistance, or resign to never see my home and my people again; the others may not interfere, no matter how worried they are, because it would be dangerous for us all. I can only rely on my own strenght... and if I cannot find my seal-coat, I will spend the rest of my life alone on land."

"It sounds... cruel..."

"You are a soldier. Would you not sacrifice yourself for the safety of your people?"

Elendil doesn't answer; he seems conflicted, as if he understood your decision, but could not help finding it unjust. "No." he decides in the end "I cannot accept it. I cannot leave you to fend for yourself in a world you do not understand and where you cannot count on anyone. Come with me."

"With you?"

"You can sleep with me - err, at my home, until we find your seal-skin. I have a spare room, you can stay as long as you need."

One look at his blue eyes, the conviction and the determination in his gaze so intense and unwavering, is enough to make you realize you won't be able to change his mind, because he wants to do what is right, and what is right, at the moment, is to host in his abode someone he has never met before, that he has no objective reason to trust, and who for all he knows might never be able to return home - which is, probably, the main reason behind his offer.

You have many dear friends among the members of your tribe, but no one has ever done anything like this for you, and certainly you would not have expected to see such selflessness from a member of the race you have always been taught to distrust. He is waiting for your answer, but you cannot speak, because a lump in your throat forbids you from saying more than...

"Thank you." It is barely more than a whisper "I... I am very grateful. I do not want to bother you, and if you change your mind..."

"I won't. Do not worry, I am glad to help. Come now." he gently adds with a smile, as if he perfectly understand what you are feeling, as if he can see in your heart and your mind like no one has ever done before "Let us go home. Once you will have eaten, and slept, we will decide what to do."

Wordlessly you obey, the red light of sunset bathing your figures as you and your new friend set out for home.

Tagging @starlady66 and @elvenenby.

#The Lord of the Rings #The Lord of the Rings: the Rings of Power #The Rings of Power #Rings of Power #Elendil #Elendil the Tall #Lloyd Owen #Selkie #Elendil x reader #Bellona's stuff

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elecalice · 7 months

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Well, I had to do what I promised on the poll that I made.

This blog is dedicated to my attempt to do amateur Cosplay (Well, Crossplay) as Prosecutor Ito, from Mega Man Battle Network 6.

Amateur indeed, since I didn't and don't have a red tie, so I had to use a Bowtie. I feel that Ito could use a bowtie, I think. Also, I don't have formal shoes, so I had to use my cute beige Sneakers.

Yeah, I'm that amateur. But after all, I'm just casual and I'll not dedicate myself to cosplay. I'll sticking with drawings and other things.

I'll try to show the photos in chronological order.

WARNING// My real face (lol)

My first attempt on doing the Ito cosplay. It was December of 2022, and at one weekend there was a Geek/Nerd event. At Saturday, I went to buy a short for the cosplay. It kinda hurt my wallet back then, but oh well.

I even went to show off my Cosplay. I was SO nervious to show off to present my character, and I think I showed up too much introduction to my character. Eh, first times. But the best thing is that ONE PERSON recognized my character!! And he even took a picture of me! That made my day! ;w;

But I didn't took pictures on the event itself. But instead I took some photos during my way to walk to home. I took pictures nearby a tree, which fitted so well. (I took more but at that moment it was SO windy it kinda ruined some photos, in a funny way. Also, the book used was my copy of Fahrenheit 451. I didn't have a law book, so I improvised... yeah.)

Months later, now in 2023, I attended another event, the first event of a major Nerd event in my town. I even participated on the Cosplay contest. I sadly didn't took photos of myself on that event, except a few ones of me eating a origini. (That origini was delicious)

BUT as a compromise. I'll tell my experience on the Cosplay event... OH BOY.

I wasn't sure to participate, but then I decided to eat up my pride and participate. Adding to me not having a tie nor formal shoes, my hair, my natural hair by the way (not a wig), was long. But at least I complimented the Cosplay with a borrowed copy of my country's constitution. Yes really.

So yeah. But the most awkward detail was, I had to act in-character. And I was like "OH... FUCK". Ito doesn't do much, except operate JudgeMan or being the happy doomer prosecutor that we know. The NetNavis do the cool battle stuff, while the humans excluding some, don't do much. So yeah...I had to improvise. Using dialogue but... I didn't have a microphone, not they provided me one. So yeah. I had a massive disadvantage, and when I tried to speak, probably didn't reached to so many people. When I LAST attempted to "jack-in" JudgeMan at something, I did it in front of the judges, and I jumped out of embarassement. And fun? fact, acting while having your eyes close is, and I repeat, H.A.R.D. HARD, All caps. At least the judges told that the majority of time I actually looked at the public.

When I had to leave the scenario, I had to cover my face with the book, while my friends dragged me outside. I felt that my I wouldn't Cosplay as Ito again. This situation could've been more embarassing, if it wasn't for my friends supporting me during the whole dear, I REALLY appreciate them. ;w;

At least someone asked who's my character, and I told the lore around him, but I had difficulties due to my speech impediment with my unability to pronounce the hard R letter. (And in extention, the RR as well)

I had to recover the embarassment after that. I seriously considered NOT to Cosplay as Ito again... But at least I managed to eat my pride, accept that I did it and I should move on from that.

I also did a Tiktok making Ito dance a bit with the audio of Bo's "A really good book" Vine. I thought that the Vine fitted Ito SO MUCH that I had to do it while I was home alone. It was hard to find the perfect position to place my phone in orden to record that video. But yeah, I tried. Now I don't remember if I did it before or after the previously mentioned event. I think I did the TikTok before the event? I'm lazy to check the dates.

Now, in September, I managed to get a haircut. And in some moment, I had the idea to Cosplay and act like Ito for a moment. So I did it, and did some photos. I take more but I decided to put this three ones.

I also acted and did some videos of me acting as Ito and being angsty and edgy. Yes really. I tried to act. I also did some videos of Ito trying to awkwardly dance to Nürnberg's Valasy. I love Nürnberg's music, btw.

And now, the previous weekend, there was the second edition of the Nerd event on my town, and again I went as Ito. But I didn't participated on the Cosplay event. Because come on. I don't want to show off as Ito again, not due to embarassment, but because It's kinda boring of my part to show off again as Ito. Okay?

Anyways, despite the overwhelming first day, that and the second day I had fun. It was fun! I didn't took that much photos of myself. The first one I took it myself, but the second and third one I had a friend who took those photos of me in my cosplay. And the last photo, I did it after returning to home. (I also took one of myself with the brown jacket that I used in case that the day became cold. I think that jacket fitted Ito.)

So yeah!

As when I ate my pride to participate that contest, I'll be eating my pride showing my real face and dressing as my cuestionable blorbo.

And random fun fact, the me posing showing three fingers, is a reference to a Japanese fanart where Yuika, Vic and Ito pose showing three fingers, like a W. WWW, World Three. I love that fanart.

I kinda feel weird and kinda lonely being the major Prosecutor Ito fangirl. But oh well. That's kinda my curse. (?

(I hope I can get braces... When my friend took some photos, I felt self-conscious about my two weirdly-located frontal teeth. Well. Gotta save money. ;w;)

#elec being a fangirl #cosplay #crossplay #amateur cosplay #Prosecutor Ito #mega man battle network #mmbn

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anamelessfool · 9 months

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Hands down best way to further your reach here is to collaborate and interact with other creators. Maybe throw some headcanons back and forth with another author. Or write a ficlet inspired by an artist’s piece. Even approach a gif-maker to create a gif set or header inspired by your fic. Long story short, they’ll definitely share your collab with their own followers. There is barely an algorithm here so-to-speak. Just be creative with other creatives! That’s the best way imo and by far the most fun 🩷

thank you so much for the advice, anon! I felt a little embarassed asking and Im appreciative of this nice response.

I'm surprised people like head canons, but I'm new to this. Maybe I've trained myself to keep things to myself and I feel like I'm oversharing. It's great that people want to hear these things.

That being said, I really feel overwhelmed by long requests and NSFW requests, but I am always looking for fic challenges and prompts. The @petrifyingpapas one and the Whump Month by @cirrus-ghoulette were great and helped me expand my own stuff and meet new folks.

If anybody is doing something like that, please let me know.

#ao3 author #ask answered #ghost fandom

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sereandtheskelefamily · 1 year

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Ho postato 264 volte nel 2022

Sono 264 post in più del 2021!

181 post creati (69%)

83 post rebloggati (31%)

Blog che ho rebloggato di più:

@shady0220uwu

@kris-theartist

@akabendyfan

@patatomon-waka-meme

Ho taggato 250 dei miei post nel 2022

Solo 5% dei miei post non aveva tag

#undertale - 165 post

#oc - 126 post

#art - 89 post

#revil410 - 72 post

#revil - 71 post

#lol - 70 post

#revilsans - 66 post

#sans - 65 post

#ask - 46 post

#dusk - 32 post

Tag più lungo: 83 caratteri

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I miei post migliori nel 2022:

Lazy as I dunno what but I decided to accept requests and draw oc's for y'all (possibly Undertale oc's, and not weird things tho)

Under ur questions please add a photo of the character so I can have a reference

I'll try to make all them in digital, so the quality will be better

Not sure how it will come out but this will be a good training, aaaaand maybe it will take a lil more time than expected (I'm pretty slow), so please be patient lol

Bai for now, have a nice day

40 note - Postate 27 luglio 2022

Day 4: beloved

Welll- Iii- ummm- YES.

This thing is hilarious, I died while making they're faces HAHA

Also yea, I already skipped day 3 cause- cause school is a very VEEERY nice place that absolutely doesn't drain your time, I got the sketch but I still need to make everything digital and- heh.... Not sure if I will post it as "late day 3", having a lot of other things and ending doing nothing cause I can't manage my lovely time, am sorry for that, be patient

41 note - Postate 4 ottobre 2022

200+ followers raffle time!

Heyooo! Thank yall so much for the 200 followers, at the start I didn't think I was goin to reach even the half HAHA

But now, onto the raffle.

Rules

You must be a follower(new followers are appreciated tho!)

U gotta like or reblog (this can help more people to see this and join if interested) this post and I'll add u to the list

There is time until the 25th of September to join (Sunday lol), then I'll extract the winnings and message u (in private lul) and take ur oc/character(only 1 character per winner) drawing request :3 (the person should answer me in max 2 days, or I'm gonna be forced to choose another winner qwq)

Please be patient, school started and I'm more busy now, so I might take more han expected, but ur prize will arrive lol

About the prizes :3

This is tha first time I'm makin a raffle so there won't be maaany prizes

There will be 2 prizes

First prize: a full body character, a lil shaded, with or without background (u can tell me what is ur character doin and where, so I'll start with a clear mind qwq)

Second prize: an half body character, still lil shaded, with or without a gradient or normal colored background (u can choose tha color duh)

Well! Let's see how it goes! Have a nice day and stay ✨DETERMINED✨

45 note - Postate 16 settembre 2022

Our skelebuddy won!

Let's celebrate this glorious victory, after 7 years this fantastic fandom is still alive thanks to yall people *sniff* thank u

48 note - Postate 9 settembre 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

Complete the heart challenge!

Hello! Am pretty bored and without ideas lately, but wanted to propose to everyone who wants! You can draw your sona , your oc, anyone! And not only from undertale fandom :3

Dusk: this is embarassing...but fine... let's see how it goes

57 note - Postate 10 novembre 2022

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shoot-of-corruption · 10 months

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(Oh, look a meme I wanted to send about a week ago and it's Munday again. XD I know there's kinda a lot on here.. If it's too many I starred the ones I want to know the most about. That takes off 3 lol)

icons

*dash games

shipping

*your current RPC

*your character

*an old muse

*blocking

your choice!

Oh look!! A wild munday meme, i posted monday last week, got monday this week and decided to reply to on a wednesday PFFFFGGGHHHH!!

Thanks rainy! I appreciate your asks any day of the week x'D

icons

I have a love-hate relationship with icons. I simultaneously love them for how expressive they can make a post and hate how hard the icon game is on tumblr.

Like one expression can breathe so much more life into a reply or make the intentions you have so much more evident.

Whenever i see people using icons, i see perfect borders or even banners and uniformly sized colorcore icons... and the i feel embarassed.

I decided though that the icons i have might be crooked, not perfect and all a bit weirdly shaped...

But they are mine and they feel very comfortable to use for me in the shape and with the inclusion of exactly how much expression i want!

dash games

I mean they aren't life changing to me, but i always find it sweet if somebody tags me in one and it takes some time, but i usually do them.

If i can identify with the game that is.

What i want to clarify is though that nobody should feel forced to take part in dash games and even if you get tagged in one, you have every right to refuse. Simple as that.

shipping

Gotta say it as it is, I reslly like shipping. It gives me great chances to explore my character more and also their partner.

Usually it is "no strings attached" with me on all muses, which might be because i myself am aromantic... like my muses usually don't care much for romance and are hardly social... but somerimes, there is just this one ship that makes my heart sing 😌✨️

your current RPC

- is actually the best RPC i have ever been in. I have seen a lot of drama here and shit has hit the fan so often for me... but it just feels like home.

I want to come back and go on being here again inevitably.. i have long since stopped trying to explain this. I feel seen and respected and accepted here, i also feel like i am contributing stuff to the fandom and maybe i have also helped shaping it a little bit back in the day.... 🤷‍♀️

It just feels good to be here, i barely get any anxiety and i just love my muses 💚

your character

Honestly, I can't even tell you how i came to rp this complicated miserable mess of a character....

One day i just woke up with this thought in my head that there should be a fleshed out version of Yami Marik. I pondered how this could happen, like... he wasn't fully formed inside of Marik and then obviously killed as well.... the only way in my head was to arrange something in the shadow realm, which i did right after and then the headcanons and feelings came flooding...

By now I reached the level where his brain is as much my own, when i slip him over me like a glove and the words just keep flowing... asking me for headcanons without specifics is always pure chaos, because he is so interwoven with me now, that i know in EVERY situation what he would do, but when prompted with a random i am like: ....... but i need something to react to ..... what do you want to know.... i can't think something out.... GIVE ME SOMETHING TO KNOW HOW HE WOULD THINK ABOUT IT X'D

an old muse

Well another muse which I used to play was

... i think we get the direction my muses usually take now lhjfhsihhhdfkhhx.

Anyway, Flowey was relatively recent and I don't actually play as him anymore. I used to have a love-hate relationship with that too... you know he is a very angery boi, which is cathartic, but it's always keeping tough face with him, or you are risking slipping into mental break down territory.

Also... Underzale fandom didn't feel like here. I wasn't really able to get to know people and additionally, i just used it as a replacement, because i didn't feel comfortable coming back here... i wasn't in s good mental place... like nothing felt right. I think that overflow just went into this muse and actually was what i needed to work through my bad feelings, so thanks Flowey... you seemed to be toxic but you were the healing that I needed.

blocking

What a weird thing to put into a munday list LOL that's like asking: what do you think about the reblog button?

Honestly though.... blocking might be rude to some or an overreaction to others, but I PERSONALLY find it as necessary as breathing. There is some content that you simply can't blacklist, some people, who don't sit right with you, some topics that are beyond traumatic.... and some situations and relationships that looked like a dream but ended up being unbearably toxic.

BLOCKING is a necessary and useful device and should be considered in any and all situations of doubt, fear, toxicity, drama and generally feelings of unwell. Not to forget outright HATE.

Everybody - and I repeat - EVERYBODY deserves the security and self-love in their life to remove themselves from perceived and real danger of mental, emotional and physical properties. This is hard to do in RL and sometimes you have to just deal with your problems head on there or compromise about things to survive.

You should NEVER hsve to do this, especially not online, while doing domething you love and enjoy. All of us deserve to be happy, loved and feel okay. And if there is something - or somebody - that/who causes you to feel constant anxiety, terrible feelings, like you have to give a part of yourself up that you simply can't and won't budge on, that you are unwilling to talk and compromise about, do yourself the service and use the blocking function. You don't have to compromise, you don't have to talk about it, you DO NOT have to EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

Use this knowledge and lead a happier online life. I saw pictures of self harm on my time line once, which i actually have blacklisted, which wasn't tagged and it is very okay to INSTANTLY block this person in anxiety alone. Bloggers cannot keep your timeline trigger free all the time and you deserve to give yourself the attention to remove this harmful content from yourself.

NO QUESTIONS ASKED. You have the highest priority and then everything else follows.

your choice

Oh goody... uhm... I want to repeatedly thank people like you, who are interested in me and my muses and want to know what i have to say. I don't easily leave my shell sometimrs, even though i come off as bubbly and open and social.... i am... really not.

And it's mostly because I made a lot of bad choices about toxic people in my life... people who pretended to like me, pretended to want to know me, ridiculed me and every bit of my being and never took me seriously from a very young age... and it kinda fucked with my self-worth.

That's why i am so baffled, when somebody expresses wishes to know me and that is also why i say sorry a lot and try to explain every bit of "failure" to write better, faster and longer replies ^^

So... it still baffles me sometimes, when i find out that a lot of people honestly like me now... whenever my babbling goes on your nerves, i hope this explains most of it, LOL 💚✨️

#ominor #omi nor #ooc #munday #ria rants #LONG POST #my god this is long #also wrote this on mobile #don't stone me for the bad spelling that is going to be in this #oop #ask

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