#which duh he's a jesus figure so

[princessbrunette]

Sunshine!Reader just adores rafe. like i imagine she’s a friend of sarah who has always had a crush on her cool older brother, following him around and watching his every move cs she’s so obsessed with him x rafe who is nonchalant at his very core & basically just ignores her presence even when she’s practically hanging off his arm & living in his skin. “Why is it that everytime i turn around, you’re there?” he just raises his eyebrow at her. “i’m not your friend, kid.” - 🍄

no bc im salivating …….. hang on let me cook

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sunshine!reader who’s always at the cameron home because her home life is bad— more specifically, daddy issues !! it’s a wonder how you’re so sweet n happy toward the people around you when you’re being treated so poorly!

you follow rafe around like a lost puppy, because duh — his nonchalance hurts you in all the right ways that just makes you crave his attention more, a product of your bad relationship with your father. you’re over at tannyhill more and more, increasingly without sarah being there as she starts a life with the pogues— but you don’t mind, happy anywhere as long as you’re not at home.

“are you goin’ anywhere today rafe? can i come?” you seemingly pop out of nowhere in the kitchen, startling him as he closes the fridge— clutching his chest for effect.

“jesus, why is it everytime i turn around you’re there? ‘you ever go n’hang around at your own house or what?” he busies himself, carrying a carton of juice in one hand and moving you out the way with the other as he passes.

“i prefer to be here! hanging out with you!” you chirp and he stops in the doorway, turning to look at you.

“kid, i’m not your friend. a’ight?” he drawls before heading out, the same time his father is entering the room. ward sends you a sympathetic look before he’s trailing after rafe.

“son you gotta be nice to the girl. i didn’t raise you like that.” he nags, speeding up to walk in time with the younger man.

“why? she’s practically living rent free here, should be able to talk to her how i want.” rafe complains, uncapping the carton and taking a swig.

“her home life, it’s not great.” he lowers his voice, swivelling his head round to make sure you weren’t lurking. “she’s — she’s sarah’s friend. i’m taking pity on her, think her dad doesn’t treat her all too well.” he rambles and rafes movements slow to stop, eyes trailing up to meet his fathers, suddenly attentive.

“huh.” he speaks, sinister intrigue occupying his gaze which his father barely picked up on. he continued speaking but rafe had heard all he needed to hear, concocting ways to use this to his advantage.

the opportunity presented itself sooner than he was expecting once he’d got you backed up against the wall in the hallway a few days later, practically pinning you there.

“you— you know it’s time you start respecting me if you wanna be hangin’ out around here. especially now my dads on his trip. i’m older than you, the man of the house now and — and that means you answer to me.” he drawls, quiet and intimate— so close his breath warms your face as you blink up at him.

“i do listen to you rafe.” you chime, losing a little bit of pep in your step under his intimidating gaze. you knew something was up, but you couldn’t help but melt — finally feeling like rafe gave a shit about you. that he was going to save you.

“wanna see you actin’ like it from now on… you know i realised,” his finger comes to his temple, lightly tapping. “you’re missin’ something. someone to guide you. an authority figure… ‘nd it must be your lucky day ‘cus i can be just that. you’ll… be in good hands.” he now drags his finger lightly down the side of your face, scooping round to beneath your chin to lift it.

“i thought you said you didn’t wanna be my friend.” you whisper, eyes flickering between his mouth and his eyes, the proximity tempting.

“didn’t say we would be friends… i was thinking something a little more… hands on.” his drops his voice to a mere whisper, hovering his lips right over yours. you give in to the urge, craning up and pressing your lips against his, which he lets slide for maybe two seconds — before drawing back and slapping you, grabbing your jaw instantly to bring your gaze back.

you gasp, tears springing to your eyes, usual smile wiped from your expression even more so now. “you don’t… you don’t do that without my permission. alright? i said you answer to me now.” he grits his teeth, squeezing your jaw just a little harder making your brows furrow in fear.

he ends up not being too mean on you, especially when you’re later cumming around his cock, the oldest cameron forcing you to call him ‘dad’ whilst you do so.

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#🍄 anon #rafe cameron prompt #tw impact play #tw fauxcest #kind of

[grumpypixistix]

Ahhhhh, your Miguel O'hara x Shy!reader is so amazing! We more Shy readers/Miguel O'hara in this world! Can we have Shy!reader and Miguel O'hara making out in the closet please? When you have the time?

AHHHH thank you!! That means a lot to me ❤️❤️❤️And I completely agree with you, we need more shy!reader x Miguel in our lives 🧎🏽‍♀️ But of course I can, lovely! :)

P.S. Thank you for being patient with me, I really do appreciate it. I’ve been through a rough patch lately but I have been slowly working on this, so I hope you enjoy <3

Seven minutes in heaven

Miguel O’Hara x Shy!reader (Both are in college)

Warnings- Groping, fingering while making out, mentions of alcohol

18+ MINORS DNI

This was not something you had planned to run into. All you wanted to do was go back to your dorm room and sleep for the rest of the night after bombing one of the tests you had studied so hard on.

But your roomate had other plans for tonight.

“Seriously, no. I don’t want to go anywhere tonight, I just wanna get some sleep”, You pleaded for the third time.

Your roommate looked at you and scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Absolutely not. You worked so hard on that stupid test, you should at least celebrate the effort! Besides, you know Mr. Daniels is a shitty professor. If anything, he should’ve given you an A”, Christine tried to reason with you.

You stared at her for a little while before letting out a deep sigh, “Yeah, I did work pretty hard on it…”

“See? Now will you come with me or are you going to stay here and loathe in your own despair?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down in thought, weighing out the options. On one hand, you should be re-studying for the test you failed. But on the other hand… it would help with the stress and boredom of having to sit at your desk all night.

You looked at your roommate with a defeated sigh, “Fine… I’ll come with you, just this once.”

Christine grinned widely and rushed over to the closet, grabbing an extra set of clothes.

“Awesome! I’m going to get changed…” She paused and looked at you, “Wear something nice. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself tonight.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, finding an outfit to wear for the night, “If you say so.”

Christine held your hand as the two of you moved through the crowded party, looking for drinks. You told her that the last thing you wanted was to lose her at some random party, which she had a habit of doing already. But she agreed to not wander off too far, which was somewhat helpful. Once the two of you found something to drink, Christine leaned against the wall next to you and took a swig of her beer.

“See? I told you it would be fun, right?” Christine spoke to you, trying to fight off the loud blaring music.

You looked at her and shrugged, taking a big gulp from your bottle, “I guess. It’s really… loud and crowded.”

“Well, duh. That’s the whole point of a party! Come on, let’s make you some new friends!”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head vigorously, “Uh uh. No way.”

Christine frowned at you after taking another drink of her beer, “Why not??”

“I don’t… I don’t know anyone here.”

She just chuckled at you, “That’s why they’re new friends. C’mon, I’ll be there with you.”

You frowned at the idea of talking to a whole bunch of people you’ve never spoken a word to. Keeping to yourself was your personal choice, and it suited you… mostly. Scoring dates with anyone was extremely difficult, especially when you were scared of talking to new people.

After being forced to meet some drunk strangers, you eventually ended up standing in a corner by yourself. Holding your drink in your hand, you scanned the crowded room for your roommate. When you couldn’t find her anymore, you sighed and gave up for now, taking a swig of your drink.

Suddenly, you felt someone get shoved into you, making your drink nearly fly out of your hand.

“Jesus-!” You exclaimed, trying to figure out who ran into you.

“I’m so sorry- are you okay-?” The man asked you, clearly worried.

You could tell just from his tone alone that he was also one of the few sober people in the party.

“I- I’m fine-“ You mumbled, noticing what the man looked like.

He was tall with dark slicked hair, tan skin and fairly plump lips. His eyes were dark and enchanting, you felt that you couldn’t pull your gaze away from them. It wasn’t until he spoke again through the loud noise that your trance had ended.

“I’m really sorry about that, some drunk asshole just ran into me and caused me to hit you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “I’m- I’m okay, I promise.”

“Okay, good… Uh- I’m Miguel, by the way”, he spoke as he pointed at himself with a sheepish smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miguel” You hummed, quietly exchanging your name to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, too” Miguel spoke, offering you a gentle smile.

Normally, the small talk made you unbearably uncomfortable… but for some reason, Miguel’s smile and voice made you calm in the chaotic environment. You suddenly wished that you could be alone with him, wanting to leave the party.

But you couldn’t leave Christine behind, especially if she was drunk.

“So… do you come to parties often?” Miguel asked, your thoughts stopping abruptly.

You quietly shook your head with a sip of your drink, “No, not really..”

Miguel let out a chuckle and nodded, “I’m kind of the same way, honestly. I just… don’t have much energy to go out a lot. What about you?”

“Uh- …I don’t- I don’t really talk to many people” You muttered sheepishly, a little embarrassed in front of him.

Instead of what you were expecting, Miguel’s brows raised up in slight shock.

“Really? You’re very pretty and sweet… I’m just shocked, I figured you were more social…”

Miguel paused when he noticed your facial expression, quickly clarifying himself.

“Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s actually kind of cute.”

Your face went from slightly offended to flustered in a matter of seconds, cheeks burning up into a light pink color. He quickly caught onto it and smirked.

“Someone’s shy, huh?”

“Shush-“ You mumbled, trying to contain the smile that was trying to pull at your lips.

“See? You are shy! It’s cute” Miguel teased again, a large grin on his lips.

You looked away and shook your head, eyes widening when you felt his hand gently grab your chin to make you look at him. He looked into your eyes for a few moments and letting out a small chuckle, making you freeze in the moment.

“You are very pretty, though..”

Your face grew hotter with each passing moment, a quiet laugh leaving your lips, “You think so?”

“Of course I do” Miguel answers, looking away for a few moments to search for something before looking back at you, “I… I hope this isn’t weird, but do you think we could talk somewhere a little more quieter? It’s okay if you say no, I’d understand.”

You looked at him for a few moments, noticing he was being completely genuine with what he said. After considering the options and possible outcomes, you slowly nodded your head.

“That’s okay with me” You responded, lips slowly forming into a small smile.

Miguel offered his hand and helped guide you out of the crowded party, going towards the closet he was looking at earlier. After the two of you slipped into the tiny closet, the loud music and chatter had finally been muffled, making the both of you sigh in relief.

“Thank god it’s quieter in here” You hummed.

“I know, I could barely hear your voice.. I’m glad I can hear it clearly now” Miguel responded, a gentle expression on his face.

A quiet laugh left your lips as your walls finally crumbled down, feeling more comfortable with him. What was it about him that made you feel like this…?

“I’m glad I can hear you, too” You spoke softly, giving Miguel a sweet smile.

Miguel grinned brightly, his arm touching yours from the limited space in the closet. You looked up at him with a small chuckle and noticed how close the two of you were. Miguel seemed to notice this as well, his eyes flicking up to your eyes and down at your lips for a split moment before looking away.

“So… What now?” You hummed, looking over at Miguel.

Miguel chuckled as he shrugged and let out a long breath, “I have no idea… do you?”

“Not really… why’d you come to the party anyways? I’m just curious.”

“My friend invited me to come, but I haven’t even found him yet. I bet he’s probably upstairs… I’d rather not check, though” Miguel answers, grimacing at the last thought.

A groan and chuckle left your lips as you also imagined the idea, shaking your head. “Oh god..”

“I know… why’d you come? If you claim you don’t talk to many people, why come to a place full of them?”

If any other person asked that question, that probably would’ve been the end of the conversation. But since Miguel seemed genuinely interested, you just shook your head with a sigh.

“My friend dragged me here because I failed my test… so she wanted to celebrate my efforts” You answered truthfully.

“So she decided to celebrate… here?” Miguel chuckled, slightly baffled at the information.

“I know, not really the greatest choice, but… I appreciate the thought, at least… she’s really the only one I talk to” You responded with a slight chuckle.

Miguel hummed and nodded his head, suddenly feeling something touch your hand. You looked down to see his hand slowly intertwining with yours, a bright blush forming on your face. You look back up at Miguel and see the soft look remaining on his face, a tint on his cheeks as well.

“That can change… if you want it to” Miguel spoke quietly, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles as he moved closer to you.

A warm bubbly feeling emerged inside your stomach, looking up at him with flushed cheeks as your heart pounded quicker. Nobody ever cared like Miguel did, and it surprised you. It was almost… comforting.

You nodded slowly as your breath grew shaky, feeling the tension rise between the both of you. Miguel could sense it, moving a strand of your hair out of your face and giving you a small smile.

“I’d like that…” You finally answered, feeling yourself drift closer to him.

Miguel noticed your sudden draw to him, slowly leaning in as well. He didn’t rush anything, he just let everything happen naturally and didn’t force you to do a thing. After a few more moments of the two of you leaning in, your lips found his in a soft kiss. Miguel cupped your face with one hand and wrapped the other arm around your waist, following your pace as he kissed you back.

A wave of something else came through and took over the both of you, Miguel’s kisses slowly growing more passionate. A quiet sigh fell from your lips as you melted in his grasp, tongues touching each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Before his hands began to wander, he gently pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath before speaking.

“Are you okay with me…?” Miguel’s breath falters as he shudders, lips ghosting over yours.

When it registers to you what he’s asking for, you nod your head quietly and place a soft kiss to his lips, “Go ahead, Miguel…”

As soon as you give him the okay, you quietly gasped as you felt his hand gently massage your ass. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, his other hand wandering down to your hip and leaning you up against the wall, earning a moan out of you. Miguel removed his lips from your mouth to cover your neck with kisses, your head tilting back as the contact of his warmth sent chills through your body. The wetness between your legs only grew more and more as he spoiled you with his mouth.

Soft and gentle moans filled the small closet as Miguel touched you, his hands moving up to focus on your breasts. His hands caressed and squeezed your clothed breasts, a low moan escaping Miguel’s mouth. Your teeth tugged down on your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as he sucked the skin on your neck. With each moan and whimper you let out, it only drove Miguel crazier by the second.

Suddenly, you felt Miguel’s hand move up your thigh and in between your legs, his fingers gently rubbing your clothed clit. The contact made you let out a breathy moan, finding his lips in a hungry kiss as his hand continued to work delicately on the ball of nerves. Your hand tugged on his hair as your other hand clawed at his shoulder, kisses growing hotter as you felt the butterflies in your lower stomach.

“Miguel…” You moaned out in between kisses, becoming even more soaked under his touch.

Miguel let out a shaky breath as he heard the sound of you moaning his name, unraveling something inside of him. He couldn’t wait anymore, he had to please you. How could he not with the way you were being so sweet underneath him?

“Fuck, sweetheart…” Miguel groaned, his hand moving to dip inside your panties and feeling your wet arousal.

The warmness of his fingers finally touching your pussy made you drown in ecstasy, hands wandering wherever they could as he pleased you with his own. His fingertips rubbing right against your exposed nub made your legs tremble from underneath you, clinging onto Miguel for dear life so you wouldn’t collapse. His head moved away from your neck to meet your lips again, his lips muffling your surprised moan when one of his thick fingers slips into your pussy with ease.

“Aah~! M-“ You tried to speak Miguel’s name, but get cut off from his kiss once more.

“Shhh, está bien, princesa. Déjame cuidarte” Miguel hushed lowly, moving his finger slowly in and out of your soaking cunt.

Your moans came out as needy whimpers as Miguel’s thick finger shoved back deep inside of you, kissing his hot lips eagerly with each thrust. Any kind of plead you made came out incoherently, babbling over and over again. Miguel clicked his tongue and slid his finger out of your pussy, now soaked with your juices. A shudder escaped you as the soaked finger moved up to your clit, whimpering at the loss of Miguel’s thick finger.

“Please-“ You cried, brows furrowed together in desperate pleasure.

Miguel just chuckled at your attempt to speak, placing a kiss to your raw lips, “Please what? Go ahead, bebita, ask me.”

“Fuck~ Miguel- I- I want.. both fingers inside me…” You stuttered out, gasping softly as Miguel gently rubbed your clit with his soaked fingers.

Miguel cooed and placed sweet kisses to your lips and cheeks, moving to whisper in your ear, “Good girl..”

A breathy moan left you as he praised you, feeling his fingers move down and slowly fill your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure and began to grind your hips against his hand, his tongue entering your mouth in a heated kiss. His fingers curl rapidly against your g-spot, making your lower stomach flutter and your legs quiver. Your sweet moans and cries only turned Miguel on more and more, his tongue trailing down your neck and nibbling on the soft skin. The wet clicks of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy filled the tight closet, the air being filled by the smell of sex pairing with both of your moans.

“There-! Oh, Miguel~!” You mewled, breath growing quicker as his fingers fucked you senseless.

Seeing you completely weak in his arms motivated Miguel to make you cum like it was his mission, making sure to switch between his two fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb. The combination made the knot in your stomach grow tighter, feeling your whole body tremble as you kissed Miguel passionately. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers, the lewd sounds only growing louder as he helped you chase for your orgasm. Your face buried into the crook of his neck as you felt the coil in your stomach burst, moaning desperately.

“Fuck, I’m-!“ You whimpered, trying to warn Miguel only after it was too late.

“That’s it, cum for me~ Cum all over my fingers~” Miguel growled, feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers and your legs shake vigorously.

You let out a series of pleasured cries against Miguel’s neck, cumming on his fingers and collapsing in his arms. He catches you with his free arm, continuing to mutter praises about your pussy as he drags out your orgasm. You let out broken moans at his praises, becoming slightly overstimulated from his thick fingers deep inside your sopping pussy.

“Miiguelll-!” You whined, hitting your palms against his chest to try and signal him.

Miguel panted and finally stopped as you told him to, catching his breath and carefully slipping his fingers out of you. A relieved moan left your red lips as he held you close, pressing kisses to your temple and down to your mouth. You kissed him back and parted from him to catch your own breath, cupping his face with your shaky hands. The two of you stood in that closet for a few moments, trying to regain composure before saying a word. After some time, Miguel leaned in to give you a soft and passionate kiss.

“Are you okay?” Miguel asked quietly after pulling away, his hands wrapped around your waist.

You nod up at him and place a kiss to his cheek, a small smile resting on your lips, “Mhm..”

Miguel smiles softly at you and begins to gently grind his hips against yours, the smile on your lips forming into a small ‘o’ as you moan quietly. Before Miguel could say anything else, you heard the voice of someone calling your name. Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized it was Christine’s voice, Miguel moving away to help you with your dress. As he got the idea to ask how he would be able to talk to you again, you quickly stumbled out of the closet to look for your roommate, hoping she wouldn’t see your flustered face.

He regretted not being able to get some sort of contact from you, letting out a sigh as he just stood alone in the small closet. Miguel looked down at his hand and noticed some of your slick was still on his fingers, raising it up to his mouth and licking it clean. A quiet groan left him as he tasted your arousal, wishing he could’ve buried his warm cock inside of you…

But surely, Miguel would see you around campus… right?

#atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel atsv #across the spiderverse

[powderblueblood]

The level of detail and thought you've put into hai is incredible!

I have a question. I love how you've described Eddie as a rizzless loverboy (my favorrite kind) so I need to know how he managed to get with an ice queen like Nicole. Not to mention some stuff with Chrissy later and even Cass but I'm most curious about Nicole, especially since she's a former friend of lacy's and he describes her as the one person who's meaner than lacy. I need details. How did it all go down? i like to imagine that she approached him. What makes me sad is that I think she probably did it just to say she lost her virginity but I also like to think that they all find him hot but they just wont say it because he's the town freak

NONNY COME THROUGH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!!!! hard agree on nicole approaching him because she's nasty as fuck in all the wrong era-typical ways and he's scared as hell of her (like, she really could bite and not in a cute way). but i also agree about these girls secretly being endeared to him. i mean, we saw it with chrissy-- he has a knack for making people feel safe in vulnerable little moments. but unfortunately, people (teenagers) are also diiiiiiicks

so fuck it, let's blurb it out! or

EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)

content warning: swearing, wildly unsexy implication of sex, nicole summers sucks dude, teenagers scare the living shit out of me, me attempting to incorporate dnd terminology, GRANNY ECKER KLAXON, there's also an easter egg in this for the rest of the story if you know where to look word count: 2.6k (lol what)

part of the hellfire & ice universe (duh!)

FOREST HILLS TRAILER PARK, 1982-ISH

She's gotta be doing community service.

It's Easter, right, so this has gotta be like... a Jesus thing. But she doesn't seem like a Jesus person.

It's the only precedent that would explain what Nicole Summers, jaw jutting out in an exaggerated scowl, is doing serving Meals on Wheels to the less fortunate dwellers of Hawkins' favorite trailer park. Her red hair blazes in the sunlight, searing into his retinas--

But that could also be the weed talking.

"Ma'am, like, I don't know what to tell you, you're signed up to receive these."

"And I don't know what to tell you, little girl," Veronica Ecker Sr., affectionately and fearsomely known as Granny to him, grits from the doorway, "but I'm perfectly capable of cooking my own darn food."

Eddie's been lingering around the Ecker trailer, see, waiting for Ronnie to be freed from yet another M*A*S*H appointment with her grandmother ("Ever since she stopped going to church, it's like, all Alan Alda all the time," quoth Ronnie) and run through his latest Hellfire campaign.

"I'm not saying that you don't, I'm just saying that--"

"You're making me miss my program."

"I'll eat it." Eddie doesn't know who said that or why it sounds like his voice, until he figures out that he said it, which is why it sounds like his voice. Jesus, that shit he lifted from his dad was strong.

Granny Ecker and Nicole Summers elicit almost identical reactions of annoyance once they clock that he's there, lingering in the outfield.

"Junior, if you don't--"

"Oh my God. Ew."

Eddie plants his hands on his hips, half in the hopes that this might look authoritative, half mirroring Granny. "Well, y'know. Waste not want not."

Granny considers him, then apparently considers that this might not be such a terrible idea. Her laser focus directs back to Nicole.

"I don't give a shit. I'm not eating that tripe."

"I'm not just-- authorized to pass off meals like that. There's a system."

"Wait, you need clearance for stuff like that? In Meals on Wheels?" That'd be Ronnie's voice, head popping over her grandmother's shoulder. "Oh, hey, Eddie."

"Hey, Ron. You ready to--"

"Veronica, get back inside. I need you to hit that thing back to record when M*A*S*H comes back on. I don't want any commercials on my darn tapes."

"Oh my God, forget it!" Nicole breaks, stalking towards him with a foil-wrapped tray. She stays a safe distance away and thrusts it towards them-- something something freak cooties, some new line of bullshit that her and her dumb little clique had come up with in middle school. "Here. I don't need the whole freak council weighing in on this."

Eddie takes the tray and considers the shiny foil wrapping. His reflection is all distorted in there, a funhouse mirror but way, way worse. This makes him compelled to be unwisely honest to Nicole, who's already making tracks away from him. He jogs to catch up, foil crinkling as he moves. "Well, now I feel bad."

"Don't."

"It's like robbing from old people. Maybe you should give this to another old person. Like a super skinny one. Who might need two."

"Fuck 'em."

"Gee, Nicole, you're really buildin' that stairway to heaven, huh?"

"Ugh. What?"

"The meals-- the Meals on Wheels. It's a nice thing to... do. Fuckin'... forget it." Eddie stops dead; he might be loaded right now, but he knows which side his bread is buttered on. And he hasn't got any bread. He thinks it might be mashed potatoes, green beans and some rubbery chicken. Anyway, he turns heel-- this conversation isn't going anywhere.

"Hey, freak." The derisive nickname comes calling from Nicole's end. Ring-ring. "Are you stoned right now?"

"De-pendsssss," Eddie murmurs, the 's' sound going on for like five minutes, "Are you... a cop right now?"

Nicole busts out a giggle. It's kind of a pretty noise, if a little grating. She's kind of pretty. Eddie remembers when she had braces in middle school and whenever she'd pick on him, she'd kind of spit on him too. Gross. But still kind of pretty.

"I know how you can make it up to me."

Jump-freaking-cut and Nicole Summers is sitting with Eddie in that creepy wooded area near Forest Hills, making a miserable job of rolling a joint out of a dusting of his dad's weed and a torn-open Pall Mall. His buzz has kind of come and gone, and in its wake the knotted, deadened trees are looking extra gnarly.

"God, I suck at this."

You don't suck. You just need practice, is what Eddie would say if it were anybody else sitting with him, but all he manages is, "Eugh."

Because she does suck. And he's too nervous to further verbalize himself. He holds his hand out and she drops the comically conical attempt at a joint into it.

Deftly, Eddie re-rolls it just like that. "Practice, baby. Only way to Carnegie Hall."

"Wait, what?" Nicole murmurs, brow furrowed.

Eddie wishes he didn't phrase it like that either. "Um. Nothing. How come you're doing Meals on Wheels?"

A guttural sigh comes right from the center of her chest, which Eddie can almost see, thanks to her super low-cut tank top. Her cleavage is all freckled and hiked up, thanks to the Wonderbra that he's been painstakingly avoiding tracing the outline of with his eyes. "My fucking aunt. She's like some do-gooder Christian nutso, she runs the whole thing."

"Oh--" but Nicole's not done. She kicks a toeful of dirt up just as Eddie ignites the end of the joint and takes a harsh pull.

"I'm stuck with her this whole break because my grades were shit. I'm supposed to be in Maui, y'know."

Eddie wordlessly passes the joint on. Knew it was a Jesus thing. And like, boo-hoo, he guesses? He doesn't have any real pity for Nicole Summers right now, because overall she fucking blows. She's mean as hell, for no good reason.

Ronnie came up with a good analogy for it one time; like, put up against that chick Lacy that she hangs out with, Nicole is mean like a bad dog. She just keeps barking and barking and barking and barking and it is relentless and it's busting open your eardrums and she's snarling and you're too scared to get in her way so you just tolerate it. Even if it fucks up your whole day.

That Lacy girl, though, she's mean like a guillotine. One sharp drop and you're done. Dead. Headless horseman.

"I know which one is worse-- Nicole, obviously, because it chips away at you and it's so freakin' loud. But I know which one I'd prefer," Ronnie had said, "I feel like if Lacy comes for you, you've really earned it. Like, you possibly deserve to perish."

But ultimately, curiosity will be the death of Eddie Munson. And so will girls. And so will boring Spring break Sundays.

Nicole half-chokes on a lungful of smoke and Eddie's got to pat her on the back so he doesn't get nailed for her murder or whatever.

"God. Gross," Nicole gripes on recovery. "Ugh. My whole family is in Maui, but I'm stuck here and like-- I even told people I was going to Maui and it's like-- so fucked."

"Totally." Eddie makes pincer fingers towards the joint. "Don't bogart that."

But Nicole is holding it aloft, totally off on her own journey, and Eddie wonders if the weed has hit her that fast or if she's just completely self-involved.

"I even sent postcards to people, pretending I was in Maui. If you wanna know something really pathetic."

It takes a second for Eddie to decipher it, but it seems like she's saying that she's been sneaking around Hawkins incognito all break because she told all of her sucker friends she was in the Central Pacific.

"You completely said that sentence backwards."

He notes that down to tell Ronnie about later.

"Shuddup, freak."

"Man, it is so completely uncool of you to keep calling me a freak when you're literally smoking my weed."

"You took my Meal on Wheel."

"Meal on Wheel for a well-rolled joint does not an even trade make, Summers!"

"So why did you say okay?!" Nicole barks, and Eddie finally gets a grasp of that joint. He's up, he's off the log they were occupying. There is a buzz to be had here, a good time rolled tight up in these flammable papers and he is not about to waste it by letting Nicole Summers verbally wail on him.

"Because I am obviously a veritable moron of the highest knight's order and I had time to kill before M*A*S*H was over!"

That rhymed.

Nicole looks up at him with her green eyes narrowed, this horrible, puggy grimace wrinkling her face. And then she says something so beyond the realm of Eddie's comprehension that he's sure the weed is turning on him.

"Do you wanna, like, hook up?" Nicole says-- scratch that, Nicole snarls.

"What?!" So this level of fuckery doesn't make sense to Eddie because nobody's around. Like, if Nicole takes a shot at the freak and Hagan and Carol and Tina and Lacy and Cass aren't around to hear it, did it even happen?

"I'm serious," Nicole deadpans. "I kind of... look, so I kind of wrote to some people that I hooked up with someone on vacation and, like... I could make that not a whole lie."

"Nicole," Eddie says, in a tone about as measured as he can manage, which is not very because his balls seem to have vacuumed themselves back into his body, "Are you asking me to aid and abet your elaborate scam in which you're currently pretending you're in Maui getting, what... railed by like, a surfer?"

"Wow. That's actually kinda close to what I've been telling people."

He would later find out that she said her premiere paramour was a board waxer.

Eddie inhales a lungful of smoke so deep and so urgent that it makes him feel like Hunter S Thompson-- that is, to say, certifiably insane. Because Eddie's never been... Like, he's made out, or whatever, and grazed a boob like once, but...

In an ideal world, he would not be in the woods. In an ideal world, there might be some perfect declaration beforehand, and he might be indoors, and he might be wearing cleaner underwear. In an ideal world, it would not be Nicole Summers.

Roll Perception. Is this really how it happens? Maybe she secretly... likes me?

The D20 in his brain lands a nat one.

Yeah, maybe. But you've been wrong about that before.

Nicole gets up, and he can just about see the cogs turning in her head, trying to intimate an expression of sultriness. It's such a thin mask that he can basically see her rolling her eyes behind it.

"C'mon. You can't tell me you haven't... thought about it," she tries, dropping her voice in volume and pouting her lips.

And Christ, Eddie hates to be such a guy about it, but... you hate to look a gift horse in the formerly-braces-clad mouth.

I haven't thought about it. I think you suck. But I also think this might be my one shot at something for a long, long, long, long, long--

"God, quit thinking about it and kiss me, freak."

It's almost hot, it's like lukewarm at the very best, which is good enough for Eddie so he goes for it. Lips on lips, but Nicole apparently doesn't follow rhythm very well. There's a lot of dry macking, not a lot of... sensual action. He's almost starting to feel sorry for her.

But then-- well, let's just cut to the chase since that's the flavor du jour, then her hand is on his dick. Through the jeans, obviously, she's not a belt ninja but it's very much there. Flesh and tendons, palming at him.

In this situation, Eddie's not a hard sell. Badum-tsssss.

He uses one hand to hook around the back of her neck, tilting her head toward him-- using this opportunity to kiss her right, or what he assumes is right, while she's distracted. Nicole cannot focus on two things-bad kissing and dick handling-at once, unlike Eddie, who uses his free hand to feel her boobs.

"Siddown on the log," she breathes. Just what you want to hear in the heat of passion.

"Uh-- okay," and he does what he is told. Because she's still a pitbull, at the end of the day.

"Do you, like, have anything?"

"Like... the clap?" Eddie sorta-squeaks as Nicole positions herself over him, one knee either side of his thighs. She's got good balance. Is she in cheerleading? Or is that the other mean one?

"No, you fuckin'-- like a condom."

"Oh." His heart sinks. There's a box of Trojans that Ronnie jokingly bought him after he tried to lay a smacker on her-majorly misguided move, by the way!-but he doesn't--

Wait, shut up. They were literally having this argument the other day, he and Ronnie, about that tiny pocket on pairs of jeans. You know the one. Ronnie was trying to explain that it was for cowboys to keep their watches in, whereas Eddie was arguing that there's no way that cowboys need a watch, dude. They go by the sun in the sky. Like men, so the pocket obviously had to be for emergency prophylactics.

He'd even demonstrated, slipping a good ol' Troj into the tiny fold!

Eddie, in his over-excited state, almost knocks Nicole off the log trying to dig the rubber out. "Voilà."

"Whut," Nicole mumbles.

"Do you take Spanish?"

"No, French."

"... okay."

Here it is. This is it. He's about to get his dick out in the scary wooded part by the trailer park where he once tried to dig a hole to China. Fuck.

But all of a sudden, Nicole is fumbling. Her movements are suddenly weird and unsure and reserved and tight. Badum-- fuck off.

"Hey, y--y'alright?" Eddie murmurs, almost brushing her hair off her face. But that feels too intimate. Even considering the circumstances.

"Have you... done this before?" she says, lips pursed and small as she fiddles with his belt.

"Um." To truth, or not to truth? That is to lose any and all hope of losing one's virginity. "I--"

"I haven't."

A little moment of silence hangs between them. That's not a bark. That's a real girl in there.

Eddie swallows, despite the precipice of opportunity. He finds his throat is very dry, sandpaper going down. That feeling-- it's a distinct sensory recall. A favor someone once did him at a birthday party.

Because Nicole's a dick, but she's still a person.

Not that she'd give him the same grace.

Oh well. Building his stairway to heaven, and all that shit.

"We don't... have to." He nods, resolutely. Partially for himself. He even puts a hand over Nicole's, where it lingers on his undone fly. "Seriously."

Nicole's eyelashes flicker and she stares at him for a drawn out beat. As if she's considering him. Really considering him. Outside of the bullshit dichotomy in which they live. A crease eventually settles in her brow, looking at him like, are you serious, loser?

"No, I obviously want to."

Want to with me? he nearly chances.

"Just don't be, like... weird about this after," she instructs. "It never happened."

"I'm not gonna. It didn't." That sounds too soft, so he snorts a little at the end.

Eddie barely has time to ask her if she's okay before it's lights out for him.

The most unforgettable thirty seconds of Eddie Munson's pubescent life up to that point begins with a scoff (his) and ends in a scoff (hers).

But that dog ceases barking for at least three weeks following. No biting in the hallway, no harassment in the parking lot. Even when Hagan sniffs around him, Nicole doesn't jeer on. She averts her eyes.

It's no declaration of love, but at least he got a free dinner out of it.

#powder room talk #Anonymous #hai brainrot #blurbs #e. munson by powder #eddie munson fic #i GENUINELY dont know what to tag this as it was so unexpected #but thank you for the ask nonny ily!!!!!! #another theory? nicole denial is a river in egypt. you and robin dykely as you so call her Are Gay #r. ecker by powder

[elizabarnes]

Hiiii

Okay but like...imagine you notice weird things going on around your apartment...things go missing, stuff is moved, little things like that, but you don't think much of it. But then imagine you wake up one night to a noise and you see this tall figure standing at the end of your bed going through things on your vanity. The figure hears you and turns around before pinning you down with his large hand clamped around your mouth. (I can't decide if you should know Ted or not so you can decide that). He ends up fucking you, lots of "I've been waiting for this for so long." "I'm gonna make you so happy." "All mine now." "My little dolly". You know, cute shit like that. (Also IDK how you'd want to incorporate this but i'm also like imagining that scene in The Boy where the dude has the girls dress and like recreated her on his bed?) Anyway, name of Jesus Christ, Amen

I’m gonna do what I did in Stalker and make reader a fan but she isn’t an insomniac??? Howwww???

“Wait, how did you get in?”

Ted Nivison x afab!reader

MDNI I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN

You are having a normal day, taking a shower at 9, doing skincare, going back into your room, and watching Ted Nivison’s videos on your laptop until 11 then going to sleep. You wake up from a nice dream a sex dream at about 4 or 5 am. You look ahead of you and see a tall figure rummaging through your stuff. “Wha-“ You start but you're too tired to finish your sentence. It could just be a delusion, right? “Hello, sweetheart.” You hear come from the tall man. He sounds like Ted Nivison.. You think. “Are you Ted Nivison?” You ask, being too sleepy to even care. “Why don’t you find out?” He chuckles softly as he comes closer to you. You can see the reflection from the window off his glasses and your eyes widen. “The fuck? Why are you in my house?” “I didn’t expect you to say that.” “Then what did you expect?” You rub your eye tiredly. “Well, I expected you to have a fangirl moment. You do have pictures of me everywhere.” He says as he opens his arms as if offering a hug. In his right hand, you see him holding a pair of your lacy panties that your friend had bought you for your 18th birthday. Ted crawls into your bed and pins you down as if you were going to try and run. Like, dude? You’re too tired, duh. You wake up a little more and realize the situation more. “If I fall asleep you can continue whatever you started.” You say to him as a smirk appears on his face. “Whatever you say, princess.” He says as he nips at your neck. You put your hands under his shirt and pull it over his head, discarding it to the floor. He does the same to your shirt and starts to nip at the new bare skin. A couple of whines leave your mouth which motivates him to leave marks. What feels like only a few seconds pass and both of you are naked, he’s lying on his back as you look at him with tired, almost innocent eyes. His large hand cups your cheek and his thumb rubs the skin there. You lean into his touch, almost falling asleep. “Stay with me, darling.” He whispers. “Mm..” You mumble out as his hands move to your hips, he then flips you around so you’re on your back underneath him. He puts the tip to your entrance and slowly pushes forward, loving the way you whimper at the pleasure. He pushes all the way in in one swift movement making you let out a whine. “Fuck- so tight..” Ted groans out. “T-Teddy- please-“ You whine out as he starts slow thrusts, letting out groans of your name or how wet you are. “Been waiting for this for so long, gonna make you so much more happy than that last douche- fuck.” He says as his thrusts pick up pace and your moans grow louder. “Fuck!- S-so close- please, Teddy!” You moan out, you definitely weren’t falling back asleep now. “Fuck- gonna cum!” You let out an almost pornographic moan making Ted’s eyes widen and lips part slightly. “Cum for me, darling.” He says into your ear as you clench down on him, cumming on his cock. This throws him over the edge and he cums inside you, pulling out and moving down to your cunt that’s leaking with yours and his mixed cum. “My little dolly now, mine too play with whenever I want.” He mumbles as he licks a stripe up your clit before sucking on it, moans leaving your mouth as your hands meet his hair, you feel two of his huge fingers enter you, even louder moans coming out of your mouth now. “Fuck- Ted!” He looks up at you and the sight almost makes you cum on the spot. His fingers go quick inside you drawing loud moans and whimpers from your mouth. You cum on his fingers and he works you through it before pulling his fingers out of you and sucking your cum off, lapping up any last bit he didn’t get. He gets up and walks into your bathroom, getting a rag and cleaning the two of you up. He then goes over to your dresser and pulls out some clean clothes for you and getting in his bag for his own clothes- was he planning this? He walks back over to you and helps you get dressed and then he’s dressed himself. He crawls into bed beside you and pulls you into him. “I love you, Y/n.” “I love you too, Teddy.” You close your eyes to go to sleep. “Wait- how did you get in?”

#ted nivison #ted nivison smut #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison x you #smut #fanfiction #lunch club #lunch club podcast #Ted lunch club

[freddysglove]

slasher reactions to being surprised with a hug

includes: jason, bubba, michael (OG and RZ), freddy, chucky, tiffany, ghostface (billy and stu), pyramid head, jeff the killer, and amanda.

jason

- he'd automatically assume that it was someone trying to ambush him

- he'd turn around ready to kill whoever the attacker is, but would immediately sheathe when he saw it was you

- he would smile a little under his mask at the sight of you and hug you so hard that he picks you up

- still wouldn't be happy that you could’ve gotten yourself hurt surprising him like that, though

- he couldn’t be actually angry with you, but after you broke the hug he'd shake his head at you in disapproval

bubba

he was working on a new mask for you as a present. while he worked, you came up behind him and startled him; making him accidentally cut the skin halfway up the cheek. you’d spend the next few minutes consoling him while he held his broken gift. after hugging him a bunch and apologizing profusely, you sat down with him and suggested to just stitch the skin up. you could see in his eyes, behind his own stitched-up mask, he had an, “oh. duh.” moment.

- more big hugs after you both finish the mask

- you won’t be surprising him while he works anymore, though

michael

- yeah not a good idea

- he would turn his head and slam you into the wall with one hand on your throat

- not happy with you even after he realizes it’s you

- would stand there for a few more seconds while cutting off the circulation to your brain to make sure you got the hint not to do that again

- after he drops his hand from your throat he’d show zero remorse

- later he might make you some popcorn or throw you a store-bought cookie as an informal apology

if we’re talking about old man myers, he’d remove his hand faster than young michael. peepaw would shake his head at you and glare. in his own way, he was calling you stupid. he gets more tired of your shit the older he is.

michael (rz)

- he’d turn around with his defenses up

- would look down on you while tilting his head

- it would be a bit awkward

- he wouldn’t hug back at all, he’d just stand there like a statue examining your every movement

- when you removed yourself, he’d be just as still as when the hug started

- he would follow you around later blocking your pathways to ask you for a hug without actually “asking”

- he wouldn’t stop until you figured it out

- even after you did, he still wouldn’t hug back

- still, he’d look content and relaxed- which is something you never saw 

- you’d have to move his arms yourself if you wanted him to hug you back

- after you did that, though, he’d basically never let go

- ‘perfect, now nothing can touch them without getting through me’

freddy

- “someone miss me?”

- he’d know it was you before you spoke a single word. 

- he controls the entire universe around you while you were dreaming, you weren’t sure why you ever thought you could actually surprise him

- he’d turn around and kiss you roughly

- no matter what your intentions were, he’d assume they were sexual

- he’d hug you back, but his hands would always have ulterior motives

- his gloved hand would reach around your torso and cut down your shirt until the fabric fell through the cracks in the catwalk

- voila wet dream

chucky

- would be very startled

- he was reading a book on voodoo when, out of nowhere, he gets picked up off the ground?!

- “what the fuck?” he’d shout 

- before he could bend down and bite your arm, he heard your snickering

- “i’m not a stuffed animal. jesus.” he’d complain

- you’d turn him around and laugh at how surprised he still looked

- he’d grumble about how he should just kill you because, “then i wouldn’t have to deal with this kinda crap”

- he’d still let you hug him to your chest, though. no complaints then.

tiffany

- “oh!”

- she’d do a cute little shriek before looking down and recognizing your hands

- she’d giggle and wrap her hands in yours

- “did you miss me, sweetface?”

- she would turn around and plant a gentle kiss on your lips before getting back to what she was doing

- she’d invite you to sit with her while she did her work, though

ghostface (billy)

- his shoulders would immediately go stiff

- he’d turn his head and recognize the smell of your shampoo

- “need something?” he’d ask to hide the fact that he was gaining anything from this

- he rarely ever hugged you back, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t still enjoy your hugs. secretly.

- he didn’t like to show vulnerability, but he was extremely touch deprived

- so he very much appreciated the one-sided hugs you’d give him

ghostface (stu)

- “hey, doll!”

- he’d know it was you without any hints. 

- he would turn around and pick you up while laughing to himself

- he loved hugs, but he loved this even more

- walking around with you on him or in his arms made him feel like he owned the world

- he was more than happy to show you off

- often, he was the one to surprise you with a hug

- at parties, he would pick you up off your feet while you were mid-convo with someone else to drop you on the couch and cuddle with you

- you were pretty sure it mostly stemmed from jealousy, but he’d never admit it

pyramid head

you had followed him on one of his hunts, snickering to yourself as you followed closely behind. he had just finished taking out a smaller monster and was moving into another room. in your mind, this was you getting back at him after he scared you several times back when you first met. 

- he’d shriek inhumanely in surprise, so loudly that it would make you jump back

- “it’s me, it’s me!” you’d have to repeat as lifted his sword off the ground while walking toward you

- after staring for a few moments, he’d drop it hard on the ground with a loud clunk

- he’d pick you up and throw you on his shoulder so he knew where you were at all times

- if you came with him on any hunts after that, he always had you over his shoulder

- once you got to your home your ribs would be sore from hanging over his back for so long

jeff the killer

- he would finch from the sudden contact

- “what are you doin’?” he’d remove your arms before turning around to glare

- he didn’t like hugs

- especially when he didn’t initiate it

- he heavily preferred cuddling (again, only when he initiated it)

- while in bed, he’d turn to you, usually half asleep, and nuzzle his head into you

- you get brownie points if you play with his hair until he falls asleep

- if you ever spoke to anyone about the cuddling, though, he’d make sure to never do it again

amanda 

- amanda would also be a flincher

- you could basically feel her skin jump from the sudden contact

- “hey, you scared me.” 

- she’d finally release the tension when she realized it was you

- she’d put down whatever she was doing to wrap her arms and hands around yours and close her eyes

- she didn’t get to relax often, so she really enjoyed these moments

- it would probably transition into holding hands and walking to the bed to cuddle and watch a movie

- since she always made sure to fall asleep before you, she’d hold you while you dozed off 

- she would run her fingers through your hair as she watched your sleepy face

edited bonus because i recently watched the movies:

herbert west

- he would be frigid and tense

- "oh, it's you. you startled me."

- intimate physical touch is still pretty foreign to him, so he's not completely comfortable experiencing it yet

- since he's pretty touch starved (and sleep deprived), he would probably melt if you ran your fingers through his hair while hugging him from behind as he sat in his little lab chair

- it can be difficult to tear him away from his work but that's definitely one way to do it

- i don't think he'd be too big with kissing, but he would return your affection by putting down what he was working on and touching your other hand gently

#slashers #michael myers #michaelmyers #headcanons #amanda young #the shape #imagines #jason vorhees #chucky #tiffany valentine #ghostface #stu macher #billy loomis #pyramid head #freddy krueger #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #leatherface #michael myers rz #michael myers x reader #chucky x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #ghostface x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #amanda young x reader #pyramid head x reader #jason vorhees x reader #jeff the killer x reader #wow this is a lot of tags

[i-didnt-do-1t]

If he was pushed to it, Skittery would still blame the whole situation on Snitch and Swifty.

“So. What you gonna do Snitch?”

He nodded once slowly, eyes fixed on Swifty’s, “Not tell no one.”

“Exactly.” Swifty nodded back at him. “Not tell no one.”

“Right.” Snitch stared and then started. “But what if Klo-“

Before he knew it, both of Swifty’s hands were clamped on Snitch’s shoulder holding him tight and redirecting his wondering gaze back to his face. “You can’t. Tell. No one.”

Swifty had never seen Snitch’s eyes go so wide before. It would’ve been funny had it not been extremely important that he keep his big mouth closed for once.

Unfortunately, Skittery always had a gift for timing and had unintentionally heard every word as he made his way up the stairs of the Lodging house, and then had to witness it from the doorway of the room before finally deciding to interrupt. It was just his luck that he had to be the one to overhear this, which meant that he had to be the responsible adult in the room (17 was close enough.)

He sighed, deep and exhausted. (Tumbler had decided to sleep on the end of Skittery’s bed last night instead of in his own bunk and Skittery barely fit on the bed as it was) (he was too tired for this.) “Jesus Swifty, what have you done now?”

Immediately, Swifty straightened, hands dropping back to his sides. “I’ve done nothing. Ain’t that right Snitch?”

Snitch looked like he’d just planted a bomb somewhere with how red his cheeks were going and how high his eyebrows climbed his forehead, already beginning to bead with sweat.

“Yeah.” He swallowed, and then a little more confident. “Yeah. He ain’t done nothing.”

Skittery glanced between them both and then folded his arms, leaning back against the doorframe. “Right.”

“Well what’s it to you anyway, huh? Like you’re not gonna just stay in here after selling and read your book.”

“Yeah, and I’d like it to stay like that.”

“Good cuz we ain’t gonna bother you.”

“Who you planning on bothering?”

“Ain’t none of your business.”

Skittery turned his attention to the increasingly red figure to his side. “Snitch?”

“Don’t you dare-“

Skittery raised an eyebrow.

“Davey!”

“You’re such a traitor-“

“I’m sorry I can’t not tell him when he’s lookin’ at me like that-“

-and that's when he was interrupted by a scoff, and then Skittery laughed. Like actually laughed, like the sound of laughter came out of his mouth. It was short, and it didn’t actually sound like he found anything particularly funny, but no one had tripped this time to prompt it.

“The hell did Mouth do to deserve whatever you’re planning Swifts?”

Swifty frowned and then realised there was no winning. There never was with Skittery. For how apathetic he acted he seemed to care a hell of a lot about winning arguments, and he was good at it too, much to the annoyance of everyone in the bunkhouse because if Skittery decided to, he could argue about anything and everything. And sometimes the notion took him.

“Have a big sister that makes biscuits? Duh?”

Skittery raised an eyebrow. “The blondie?”

Swifty frowned. “She ain’t blonde.”

“Okay, we ain’t getting into this.” He pushed off the doorframe, then pushed his way past them to his bunk, missing the look they shared behind his back. “Biscuits right?”

They shared another glance, this time all too aware of Skittery’s gaze on them as he leaned down to untie and pull off a boot.

“Yeah. Biscuits. Les was bragging this morning.”

“So what’s your plan?” Skittery asked.

“I don’t have a plan.”

“You think I’m dumb?”

“Well-“

“Shut up, bet my plan is better” Skittery said and pulled off his other boot, tucking it under his bunk and leaning forward, an elbow on each knee.

“You got a plan? To bother the Mouth?” Swifty asked, eyebrow raised.

“Nah not quite. Just gotta become his best bud is all.”

Swifty laughed out loud at that, they were all friends, but Mouth was prickly at the best of times, paranoid, and had the glaring issue of already having a best friend by the name of Jack Kelly, otherwise cowboy, and did not seem willing to sacrifice that for the world, and least of all for Skittery. The Mouth and Cowboy were practically joined at the hip.

“Y’know if you’re plannin’ to kill Cowboy to get him outta the way that’s just gonna make Davey mourn and then none of us will get nowhere.”

Skittery sent him a look, throwing his boots under the bunk. “I ain't planning on killing Jack who do you think I am? Spot Conlon?”

“I don’t think you could even if you wanted to.”

“You’se are awful at sticking to the point.”

Swifty held his hands up in mock surrender and refused to admit Skittery was right because he had more pride than that. “Fine fine. Go do your plan. I’ll bet you six cents that tomorrow me and Snitch do ours cuz yours didn’t work.”

“Alright.” Skittery pulled out the dime novel mystery he was reading from under his pillow. “But I’m already a step ahead a’ you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He lay down, tucking a hand under his head. “I ain’t told Snitch my plan.”

XxX

Like clockwork, Dave came round to the lodging house later that night, locked into what seemed to be a very important discussion with Jack, except particularly one-sided in that Jack hadn’t actually opened his mouth once since he’d come through the door and was just sending quirked grins David’s way which only seemed to rile him up more.

“- and maybe it could’ve been done differently but realistically it was the most effective, even if I didn’t get much sleep, surely you see that right Jack?”

“Whatever you say, Dave.”

And as Davey opened his mouth again Skittery returned his attention toward his book and rolled his eyes. His interest piqued again when for a few seconds Mouth said nothing at all until-

“You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“Cowboy?” he remarked, as he finally inserted himself into the conversation and slowly sat up in the bunk and swung his legs over the edge, letting his presence be known. “He would never.”

David sent him a deadpan stare from across the room. “Haha.” He said voice as dry as sand. “Hi, Skittery.”

“How’s your day been Skitts?” Jack asked, hanging his coveted cowboy hat over the edge of his bunk. “Ain’t seen you since distribution.”

“Y’know. Same as every other day.” He shrugged. “Old lady gave me a quarter cuz I’m a ‘polite young man'”

“Clearly she ain’t ever seen you argue with Race then”

“Clearly.”

Jack turned into one of the bathroom stalls, leaving Davey to drop himself onto someone’s bunk, hat off and brushing the hair back from his face.

“You got many plans for tonight Mouth?” Davey glanced up at him, eyes narrowed a little at the nickname. They all knew he hated it, but once you were called something it was stuck. Davey had accepted that at this point, and even he couldn’t deny the accuracy.

“Not much. Gonna grab Les and head home I think. My Ma wanted me back early tonight.”

“Huh.” He closed the book, intentionally making a point of lowering his gaze. “Sounds nice.”

And because David was terrible at minding his own business and had somewhat of a bleeding heart although he tried to hide it and was convinced he could fix every problem presented to him, he did exactly what Skittery thought he would.

“Everything okay?”

Skittery had to hold back a smile.

Hook, liner and sinker.

#1992sies #skittery #snitch #swifty #causing problems on purpose <33

[knowlesian]

i’ve had a couple interesting talks over messages about this, so i figure what the hell. i could do with some light(er) writing today.

so: my angle at approaching legit predictions for future seasons of any given show is usually more about general story arc than ‘here’s the exact details or situation’. (if only because i think that’s easier to follow/predict when the writing is good.)

with that in mind, i’ve been trying to figure out what i think is next for ed.

given the end of the finale, picturing ed going full fuck it terrifying is easy. and to some degree, i assume that’s what ed tells himself is about to happen/what he’ll try to live out, but i also would argue this next arc will be more about his sadness and lack of desire to keep the mask up anymore than his anger.

and he is angry: reasons and debating their validity aside, the anger exists.

but we don’t end on ed’s anger, or his violence. we end on him crying and staring at the lighthouse. and given that good writers are usually fairly intentional, i think that’s meant to be a guiding light. (bad pun not apologized for and intended, etc.)

i think it’s also worth considering the horrible choices ed makes from a more galaxy brained perspective, just to see what the fuck is going on there in terms of ‘why ed, why? why’d you do it?’.

so, toe first since it’s the easiest; they set that up with ‘cutting off toes for a laugh’ in e9. ed set up a ship culture where you cut off somebody’s toe and force them to eat it not as an act of supreme punishment or anger, but for shits and giggles. (look. when i say stede comes from a culture of violence too, i’m not denying the violence of ed’s world is easier to spot. fuckin... ew???? ew, ew ew ew ew. ew.

...and his feet were probably so DIRTY okay. okay i’m done. ew, though.)

now, my subjective read on that moment has a lot to do with the way the writers set this up; absent that line from ed giving us the context we need about how he and izzy rolled before we met them, the toe moment is like ‘well obviously this is wanton cruelty and not a regular-ish joke we pirates like to play’. because duh, that’s how any normal and even VAGUELY healthy human would take such a moment happening to them. and morally it... remains that, because jesus fuck ed i know izzy was a dick but fun fact, you did not have to respond with metaphor toe sex/communion! weird! bad! again: dirty feet! that one is more aesthetics and less morality but i remain horrified by both!

‘is it better or worse to be forced to eat your own toe if it smells of roses and not stinky feet’ considerations aside, if we factor in what ed tells us about the funhouse mirror logic of a ship where you have to put down your dog and might end up eating a toe and those are things people just... accept, what he’s doing there is showing izzy (with oomph!) that okay fine, message taken. we are back to business as usual.

(i also think he’s pissed off at izzy and almost certainly that’s a factor in there since we humans are complicated and tend to have a million internal reasons all jostling for position when we make choices, but the context is there for a reason.)

why he shoves lucius is like... again a million reasons i won’t even begin to tease out since they’re all connecting dots and not as easy as just referencing the context. same with ‘why frenchie and jim?’ (though for reference my easy answer to both is: Reasons, many of them thematic and in-world emotional.) 

in terms of what that means for his arc, i think the fact that he doesn’t actually kill lucius matters. because ed’s first moment of being the kraken was very, very actively killing his father, like killing him beyond even the eensiest shadow of a doubt dead. lucius just gets a shove overboard and left to die, murder doesn’t count if you can say NOT IT before they die style like ed’s been doing for years.

which isn’t to excuse ed or mitigate the fact that no matter how we try to divine the internal character ratio on how much ed really wanted lucius to die and how much he felt like this was the only call to make (much like e6 when he was trying to tell himself to just do the fuckin’ thing and kill stede, before the crew became the kraken and it drove him into the bathtub and to confess his sins instead) it’s sort of something we can all wrangle over forever. but he could have used that giant rope dangling conspicuously nearby to do to lucius exactly what he did to his father.

a conscious choice was made there. honestly, same goes with the rest of the crew. he could have demanded izzy/ivan/fang kill them, he could have killed them all himself, and instead he leaves them on a tiny ass island with very little hope of escape.

in terms of the only good choices he makes during this part of the finale... ooof, ed. not great. many notes. all the same i think the choices made to go for his old avoiding direct killing and hiding it method with the crew and having the in-world means to recreate the first time he became the kraken with lucius and simply pushing him into the water (...yeeeeah he pushed his father’s body into the water afterwards in an attempt to hide what happened, didn’t he) indicates where ed’s headed, as well as where he’s at when he makes those bad choices.

tldr: i think we are definitely going to get ‘I DO NOT CARE, THIS IS FINE I AM NOT SLOWLY DYING INSIDE, NOW WATCH ME BURN SHIT’ angry mask-on ed, but i also think we are going to see a lot more of sad being honest about how he feels when he’s alone (at the very least) ed than his initial set of horrific choices would lead us to think. 

#as ever though: who knows!!!! #ps once again only you can prevent weird toe crimes #ewwww and DIRTY FEET???? #sorry just. no. no to cutting toes no to eating toes no to all of it #ofmd spoilers #my ofmd meta

[waitformethistime]

The Star Beast review

I remember RTD getting announced to return and the fandom acting like he "saved" the show. Now mind you, I didn't love Chibnall's era (and had my complaints about Moffat too) but to act as if RTD was the sacred cow was just irritating.

That being said, lets get into his second debut.

We start with Ten- sorry I mean Fourteen running into Donna. Now Donna was always a favorite of mine so I'm relieved to see shes in top form here. She immediately roasts Fourteen upon seeing him (with a wink and a nod to Tennant no longer being 35 years old) and that's very On Brand for her.

Then we get [sigh] Rose. No, not Billie Piper. Rose Noble. Donna's 15 year old daughter. For starters, her age makes no sense. How can she be 15 if Donna only lost her memory 15 years ago? Did she get hitched and pregnant the very next day? You could hand wave this by saying shes a stepdaughter, but no. RTD wants to make it clear she is Donna's daughter. Her trans daughter to be exact. So let's get into that.

I love that shes trans and that shes played by an actual trans actress. The representation has been long overdue. I love that Donna is such a good and accepting mum and that even Sylvia (a character I previously didnt care for) redeems herself by being a good grandma to Rose, even if she slips up sometimes. Shes trying, which is more than she ever did for Donna.

That being said, Rose is little more than a plot device. Her only real purpose is to introduce our alien, the Meep, and then save the Doctor and Donna with her magical transgenderism (I'll get to that in a second), which is a shame because Yasmin Finney is lovely.

Now let's get into the metacrisis. I always thought this plotline was stupid and the way its resolved is even stupider. Turns out Donna won't actually die if she remembers The Doctor (duh!) because she transferred some of her "Doctor-ness" to Rose...somehow. Now I couldn't tell if RTD was saying that Rose was trans because of the metacrisis energy or if the reason the metacrisis didnt affect her is because shes trans, but either way, it didnt make much sense. How is she able to "remember" things that happened before she was even born? It was convoluted and reminded me a lot of River Songs origins in a bad way. Convoluted is Moffats thing. I don't need it from RTD too.

But wait it gets better. We still have to figure out what to do with the metacrisis energy right? So how do they get rid of it? They simply just "let it go" with their womanly superiority (no really). We get this corny exchange about how 14 is "Male-presenting" and therefore doesn't know how to let things go because of it. Excuse me what? Did RTD watch any of 13's era at all? She was an emotional trainwreck. Callous, dishonest, passive-aggressive and quite vengeful too. And she was a woman. You wanna know who was the Doctor that had to let things go? Literally his last line is "I let you go"? The one who had to let go of his companion because he was hurting both of them? The one who learned to forgive, not just the Master, but also Davros, of all people? It was 12, the old white guy. Swing and a miss, RTD. That was a corniness I would expect from his first era, with Jesus!Ten. I expected some kind of growth since then. I also just felt like I was being lectured and I got quite enough of that from the last era, thank you very much.

This sounds negative so far, so let's look at the positives!

Tennant + Tate are incredible together as usual. I like that 14 is more emotionally honest than any of his previous predecessors (and 13 was getting there at the end so it's a natural progression imo). Love the alien designs. The Meep is so cute. I saw the twist of it being evil a mile away, but it's cute so I'll let it slide. The Wrarth are also cool. Just dudes in suits as Doctor Who aliens should be lol.

Didn't appreciate the Donna death fakeout because I knew RTD wouldnt actually go through with it and it felt cheap, but the acting in the scene was top-notch.

The new opening is cool and I love the new Tardis. You can tell that's where all the budget went lol. It's like a beautiful mix of 11, 12, and the Classics and it looks huge. You can tell Tennant was having a blast with it.

The Doctor actually took the initiative to not regenerate in the tardis this time and it still gets blown up. Poor tardis...

Some other thoughts:

since when can the Sonic create forcefields? I don't care for that. And 14's non-reaction was weird. Shouldn't he be surprised his tool got an upgrade? Also the fact that his clothes regenerated too with no explanation is dumb. Were they too afraid to put Tennant in Whittaker's clothes? It's not like she was wearing a handmaiden dress.

Also they kept asking "why this face?" Which is valid but my theory for why the regeneration went all wonky in the first place is because the Master fucked it up somehow when he tried to steal them in Power of the Doctor. I'd like for RTD to bring that up but I'm not holding my breath. That would require actually acknowledging other eras besides his own exist.

Overall, this was kind of a mid-tier RTD episode and very underwhelming for an anniversary special. Heres hoping it gets better in the next 2.

#the star beast #doctor who

[oliviaischillin1204]

church business

Pairing: Romantic Kelvin/Keefe

Word Count: 850 words

i never say this on fics of mine but since this has a chance of winding up in the main tags for such a big fandom: please read the tags, don't like, don't read. thank you!

~

It was official church business. Honest.

Or, at least, that's how it had started.

It had started with Kelvin working on a new lesson plan for youth group, with Keefe behind his shoulder chiming in with ideas as he followed his mid-morning yoga routine (which Kelvin respected the fuck out of him for, because most people underestimate the importance of keeping your body limber as you grow older, but not Keefe; and seeing as Keefe was back by Kelvin's side as assistant youth leader, he'd definitely need to be in shape for all of the gymnastics field trips and fire sword displays he'd be doing for the kids).

It had started with Kelvin suggesting a lesson on self-defense, both to help the children feel in control of their own bodies while also tying in a perfect metaphor about how learning to fight a kidnapper is the same as protecting your soul for Jesus. Or something. He'd figure out the exact wording later.

It had started with Keefe suggesting that he and Kelvin practice some moves together that they could teach the kids.

It had started with tussling on the mat. With gripping each other's arms, then shoulders, then waists. With grunts of exertion barely hiding mischievous giggles as they wrestled together like little kids. With Kelvin pinning Keefe to the ground, both of them pretending that it wasn't because Keefe would always let Kelvin win.

That's how it had started.

None of that mattered now, though, because now Kelvin was tickling Keefe so hard that all the other man could do was squeal and writhe underneath Kelvin's weight on his lap.

"Can't hear you, dude!" Kelvin cooed. His hands were locked onto Keefe's upper ribs, his thumbs pressed right in that sweet little spot just beneath each of Keefe's pecs. Oh, he'd always poked and prodded at that spot, knowing it would make Keefe smile and snicker and bat his hands away every time; but now was different, and now he knew he could get away with buzzing his fingers into that tickle spot over and over and over again. "Whatcha wanna say? Huh? You wanna say something?"

"B- brohohother Kel-!" Keefe couldn't get the words out. His legs kicked uselessly behind Kelvin's back, and though he'd gained quite a bit of muscle since joining Kelvin's ranks, he couldn't muster the strength to push Kelvin away from tickling him.

"Man, if only you'd just call me Kelvin, like I've freaking asked you a million times," Kelvin continued, "maybe it'd be easier to beg for mercy, huh? Yeah? You gonna say mercy, Keefe?"

Keefe shook his head. His blonde hair flew everywhere, sweat making some strands stick to his flushed cheeks. "I'm- ticklihish there, brother-!"

"Yeah, no duh, that's why I'm tickling you!" Jeez, Keefe was stupidly bad at fighting back. His hands were pressed against his face, like some joyful version of The Scream, and all his twitching and squirming and kicking his legs wasn't even enough to throw Kelvin off.

A particularly devious pinch had him throwing his back, nearly knocking his skull on the floor as he squealed and shrieked.

"Feels- good," he gasped.

Kelvin wasn't expecting the laugh that bubbled out of him in response. "Feels good? This feels good? Getting tickled feels good?"

Keefe nodded, eyes closed in rapturous joy as he let himself laugh and laugh. Kelvin had never heard him be this loud before- this free before. In the back of his mind, he wondered if this was anything at all like the sado-mashocistic underworld Keefe had lived in before Kelvin had saved him, but then Keefe snorted, and all thoughts promptly left Kelvin's head as he resolved to make him make that noise again immediately.

He didn't know when exactly he finally let up the tickle torture. All he knew was he eventually found himself trailing his hands up and down Keefe's chest as he partner took in deep, grateful breaths. The frantic beating of Keefe's heart thrummed through Kelvin's hands, electric and alive.

"You good?" he asked softly. Keefe smiled up at the ceiling, every line in his body relaxed and soft.

"I am beguiled," he said in his normal whisper-speak. "You are a wonder, Kelvin Gemstone."

"Pssh, come on," Kelvin said with false modesty. He waved his hand in the air. "Wasn't nothing special. I'm just happy I could make you feel good."

Keefe nodded. "Yes." A beat.

Then Keefe was thrusting his body to the side, sending Kelvin tumbling onto the mat with a shocked shriek. In an instant the positions were reversed, with Keefe atop of Kelvin's waist, and Kelvin was very suddenly reminded of how much Keefe had been training in Kelvin's home gym since he'd come to live with the Gemstones.

"Perhaps I can return the favor," he murmured, eyes glinting in a very un-Keefe-like manner. It made Kelvin panicked and nervous and sent so many butterflies to his tummy that it made him stupid.

Stupid enough to open his mouth and say, "Yes, please."

And honestly? Everything that followed after that wasn't very church-like at all.

#trg tickling #the righteous gemstones tickling #my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #minific #listen kelvin's poked keefe there so many times in the show. ofc im gonna make a tfic out of it #drafted on august 27 2023 #lee!keefe #ler!kelvin

[quinn-my-beloved]

To Kiss in Classrooms - A Kurtbastian Oneshot

I wrote this for y’all! Enjoy! :)

Kurt was walking back to his dorm after class when he suddenly felt himself being pulled into an empty classroom. He instinctively tensed, looking around nervously. Once he was in the classroom, however, he saw that it was Sebastian and relaxed. He let out a sigh of relief, a breathless smile on his face.

“Oh- Jesus, ‘Bastian, you scared me,” Kurt breathed. They had been dating for a week at that point, and as much as he hated to admit it, Kurt found a sort of thrill in sneaking around. The New Directions were always so public with their relationships, doing their best to rub them in people’s faces and hurt as many people as they could in each admittedly short-lived relationship. He knew, however, that his relationship with Sebastian wasn’t like that, and he found the way they hid from the others to not only be exciting, but comforting as well.

Sebastian grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry! I probably should have known better, but I got in trouble and now Ms. Barlowe is making me clean the desks. I saw you in the hallway and figured we could use the empty classroom to make out.”

Kurt blinked, looking at Sebastian in disbelief for a few seconds. Of course, this should not have surprised him at all, as it seemed exactly like something Sebastian would do. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and saying something under his breath.

“Sebastian Smythe, do not look so proud of yourself! What did you do?” Kurt was very good at scolding people, as evidenced by the way Finn always shut the door to his navigator gently and then shot him nervous glances for the next thirty seconds.

Sebastian just laughed, carelessly sitting down on a desk, despite there being a chair less than a foot away.

“It really wasn’t a big deal. One of the freshmen said something stuck up and I called him a dumb prick. She ended up hearing me and asked me if I wanted to repeat it for the class. I said yes and did exactly that, so now I’m stuck in here.” As Sebastian said this, he examined his nails.

“I worry about you,” huffed Kurt, running a hand through his hair. “You have to learn to pick your battles.”

Sebastian just shrugged. “I’ll manage, but thanks anyways. I have more important things to do.” Kurt raised an eyebrow in response.

“Such as?” Sebastian grinned suggestively.

“Making out with my super hot boyfriend in an empty classroom, duh.” Kurt rolled his eyes, unable to hide the laugh that slipped through his lips as he flushed slightly.

“What a shame, because said boyfriend has more important things to do,” hummed Kurt, repeating Sebastian’s words back to him. Sebastian groaned frustratedly in response.

“What? What could be more important than that?” Sebastian whined.

“Making sure that my super hot boyfriend doesn’t get another detention because he refused to do the job he was given for his first detention.”

Sebastian pouted at Kurt, mouthing a ‘please?’ that seemed to have very little effect.

“I’m immune to your charms, Smythe,” said Kurt, beginning to clean the desks. “We can make out in your dorm if the desks are clean within the hour, deal?” Sebastian quickly nodded, getting up and beginning to help with the desks.

“Listen, I’ll take it,” laughed Sebastian, which prompted Kurt to kiss him on the cheek.

#kurbastian #fic #kurtbastianfic #kurtbastianfanfic #kurtbastian fanfiction #hummelsmythe #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #glee #fanfiction #fanfic #glee fic #glee fanfic #glee fanfiction #oneshot #one shot #drabble #writing #gleek #dalton #dalton academy #dalton academy au #fluff #dalton academy warblers #warblers #the warblers

[polyboros]

🏵️ + luffy my blorbo in law luffy :]

yes yaay blorbo in law.. fic titled something along the lines of light up the night, involving gear 5 and trying to train it into having somewhat manageable side effects/aftermath, which luffy of course does by just going into gear 5 several times without warning and giving all his loved ones heart attacks, jesus fuck captain. very funny to me if sabo visits during one of these times and goes hmmmm i feel like i should be more surprised about this. but im not. and the rest of the crew is just like Yeah, (meanwhile law is standing there, tails gets trolled dot jpeg, like Why Am I Also Not Surprised. I Can't Be Getting Used To The Strawhats. I Do Not Do Found Family (nico robin is laughing at him, subtly))

“captain,” zoro says, blinking slowly at the glowing figure in front of him and the crow’s nest. “i need to see the ocean to keep watch.”

it’s not necessarily true. zoro’s observation haki isn’t wonderful—god knows he has about as much luck with it as he does getting lost—but he does want his captain to stop floating in midair. “zoro,” luffy pouts, dragging out the o, “i can keep watch too! ooh, or go catch fish—”

“if you fall into the ocean at three in the morning in your...” zoro trails off. his eyebrows furrow. god form isn’t right, even if it’s true. “silly mode,” he decides, “then i’m not fishing you out. go bother the cook for snacks.”

both of them know that the minute luffy fell overboard, gear five be damned, zoro was diving in after him. but luffy just hums, finally getting out of his sightline to settle by his side, wisps of cloud-matter brushing against his skin. “okay,” he agrees, “but i’m gonna tell you about every fish that comes by, because they’re super cool and talkative.”

“and you eat them?”

“if i catch them, duh.”

zoro nods. of course he still eats them. he keeps a careful eye out on the ocean as luffy begins to list everything beneath the surface, grinning all the while, his hands kneading rubber into the wood and zoro’s forearm.

maybe silly mode wasn’t the right word either, for this sort of power, the trust. but it did bring a smile to zoro’s face, so he supposes neither of them can complain.

#kbitycus art #encrypted-cryptid #thank you crow :D i love luffy #one piece #long post #im too sleepy to grab a readmore off desktop. woe and zoro and luffy upon ye #prompt reward

[munsontm]

that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal.

Duh, of course, it was illegal. Lots of fun things were exceptionally illegal, taking drugs, underage drinking, arson (in the form of letting off fireworks in abandoned buildings), stealing from the supermarket, and vandalising school property. All things that Eddie had done at one point or another. He still did some of them because life was boring without risk, and he didn't want to lead a boring life, especially since he only had one, which Vecna temporarily ended, but he didn't want to think about that right then.

He threw another Red Vine over to Will (yes, he paid for these ones), his new potential partner in crime, where they sat in the remaining pitiful woodland of Hawkins. Unfortunately, much of the greenery had been taken over by death and decay and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. If Vecna had his way, the whole world would perish beneath the disease, and it was up to a bunch of nerds and kids to somehow stop that. Jesus fucking christ, they were all so dead. Eddie swiftly shoved some more candy in his mouth to soothe the internal dread that flared up. That kept happening; he wished it wouldn't if only to allow him to keep up appearances in front of the others.

"It's not like many folks are still around the town to stop us, kiddo. It'll be like taking candy from a baby. If the baby were an industrial warehouse full of salt. But that's what your sister needs, right? It amplifies her superpowers?" Honestly, he figured they'd be thanked for it in the end if it brought them one step closer to wiping Vecna's face out of existence. And Byers was a great choice to get it on this with because no one would suspect him with his sweet little face and polite demeanour. But in his experience, the quiet kids were always the ones the surprised people the most. There was a lot more to Will Byer's than met the eye. He just knew it. Normal kids didn't survive in hell and make it out to the other side twice. Nah, this kid had badass written all over him, even if he himself didn't get that yet.

Another Red Vine headed Will's way once Eddie saw he was done, and he took one for himself, chewing on it while wild ideas formed in his squirrely head. "We'll be like Gandalf and Radagast going to raid the tomb of The Witch King of Angmar or something for dark artefacts. Ain't that shit hot enough for ya, Byers?" He pointed his finger at his companion, lips curved into a daring smile. "If I clear out all the shit in my van. We could pull a huge fucking haul, dude. Vecna would be pissing his tighty-whiteys---or whatever he wears...flesh, I guess." A shudder ran through him from intrusive images that Eddie did not wish to imagine again. "But my point stands. Illegal or not. Jane is gonna need what we can get her, and I say you're just the man for the job. So what say you, Will The Wise?" Eddie finalised, brandishing one of the Red Vines like a twirly wand.

@cleryc

#cleryc #dyn. eddie & will ( cleryc ) #v. volume 5. #JUST DO IT WILL!!!!!!!

[yakultstrawberrygreentea]

TMI warning. Sweet baby Jesus. I thought trying to have sex with another person who isn’t as experienced as me would be a pain but it’s not bad. I feel like it’s a chance for me to open up about what I want in bed but also for them to figure out more what they like. Now, he’s alluded to having a big peen. I took it with a grain of salt because I mean, duh. But the way he mentioned it was more sincere. I don’t know how to explain it. Well he didn’t lie. It’s a nice peen. I love that peen. It feels nice inside me. It is thick. I thought that because of my weight, I would be a problem in bed; he is of a smaller build. Nope. That guy welcomes the extra weight. When I asked him about it because I was genuinely like “fuck what if I crush him”, he admitted that he likes the pressure and it’s comforting. And my work wife predicted it. I’ve been with guys who like bigger women for the extra chunk they can grab but I didn’t consider someone liking the weight of it. Either way, I am content. I’ve always preferred average sizes for several reasons and his is perfectly thick. To the point where even though I’m always prepared and extra wet, we need a little bit of care to full get it in. Which is not a problem for me. Before I used to not fall asleep after sex but now I get creampies and pass out in his arms. I also can’t get my hands off of him and I even asked him if it was a problem. His response? That he’s gone so long without affection that he has to make up for it since he’s in a deficit. I’m super affectionate so the fact that he’s not over me being all over him is a surprise. I realized that he never had a super affectionate girlfriend. I’m always rubbing his beard, giving him head rubs, drowning him in kisses, occasionally chomp his arm, massaging his hand, grabbing his butt and chest, holding the back of his neck and more. He’s not as affectionate but he shows it in sweet ways. He loves to hold my hand and raise it to his cheek. He can tell when I’m nervous crossing the street so he will hold me. He gives me forehead kisses. He gives me back rubs when I’m on his chest and always comes crawling back after I tickled the hell out of him. We also learned we have identical butt birth marks. What the fuck.

[realhankmccoy]

One of the weird things about American life is I'm always basically desperately trying to make myself clear to people who's biases is coloured by 'gays are scary, Nazis and homicidal rednecks and the mafia and Donald J. Trump and Putin are safety and security' --

And I have a great command of English compared to them -- My communication style is quite simple and straightforward compared to theirs -- ... and what do I get out of the cucked? 'OMG IT TERRIFIES ME I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHO YOU ARE AT ALL I FEEL LIKE YOU NEVER ARE REAL'

Well kid, you must not be trying very hard or at all. I'm not sneaky. I don't see it in the Bugs Bunnified way you do. You're looking for a quality that isn't there, which is why you can't figure me out.

My dad said he doesn't understand my 'game' but that he understood my brother's game'.

Well, dumbfuck, not all of us are conmen trying to relieve you of your wallet and Bugs Bunny you. My brother's a Bugs Bunny. You're looking for a 'game' in me that doesn't exist.

Jesus Christ, these fucking godawful idiots. Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

What am I 'about?'

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

Just be nice to me and don't strip me of my goddamn equality, I don't ask for much.

That's too much to ask of the typical American shitpile tho, because cucked by Trump it finds my homosexuality to be negotiable and niceness -- it's fucking paranoid of the consequences of that! the consequences of not being a cuck!

the cucks didn't want to be nice to me and wanted to insist i'm inferior to straight white males

duh

and i'm pissed off about it

and rightly so. fuck them even considering doing it, but even worse for scheduling me for termination because i wasn't straight and white enough for their standards and security concerns.

pardon me if i'm not an entirely ideological cuck with a massive body-based bias, but i will never narrow my mind nor meet prejudice halfway and say oh yeah only 25% prejudice me based on my body sure we're friends i love being a threequarterhomo and being told i'm shittier than a halfhomo just love it where do i sign up fuckface in your fuckface cucked world