#BUT NOOOOO HE HAS TO HIDE ALL THE WAY IN THE CORNER
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Reunited with his one true love again 🥰
#will you look at that...#colour me surprised.. 🙄#he loves his sauna more than he loves his mother i swear..#it's Benji P. with that little abs roller wheel thingie#and Kas with the sauna...#these sports guys have such weird fondness for things...#i would love this sauna too... IF I COULD SEE HIS REFLECTION IN THE GLASS#BUT NOOOOO HE HAS TO HIDE ALL THE WAY IN THE CORNER#HEAVEN FORBID I SEE YOUR THIGH RIGHT KASPER PETER???#HEAVEN FORBID A BITCH EVEN GET A SINGLE GLIMPSE OF YOU OUT IN THE WILD#*grumble grumble*#Danish Royal Pain in my 🍑#king thicccness
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Big Brown Eyes - Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: You’re a single mom and when you drop your son off at Dustin’s while you go to work, you meet his new friend Eddie.
Note: So, this really just came about because I wanted cute interactions between both Eddie and Steve with a little boy. I might write more in this verse if people like this?
Warnings: single mom, reader x ex steve, stancy is together, mechanic!eddie, i think that’s it?
Words: 5.6k
[Part 2 | Big Brown Eyes masterlist]
“Hello, you’ve reached the Hendersons. Sorry we missed your call-.”
“Shit,” you mutter. You sigh and rub a hand over your face. You purse your lips in thought and tilt your head from side to side before picking up the phone again. Thankfully, this time there’s a response.
“Hello?”
“Max, hey! Do you know where the goonies are hanging out today? I’m trying to find Dustin,” you say.
“They’re all at his house. None of them would shut up about the campaign at school yesterday. Why? Everything okay?” Max asks.
“Yeah, fine. I just have to head to work and need someone to watch Ev. I know you have the evening shift at the diner tonight or I would’ve asked you.”
“Where’s Steve?” Max asks.
“Out of town for the day with the Wheelers. Holly had a dance recital somewhere near Indianapolis,” you tell her.
“Mike didn’t go,” she says with a snort. “He’s at Dustin’s with the rest of them.”
“What a loving brother,” you deadpan.
“One of the guys can watch Ev. I know for a fact Lucas has no plans tonight so don’t let him try to make any excuses.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you say. “Alright, I’ll try the house again. Thanks, Max.”
“No problem.”
With a sigh, you hang up and pick up the receiver again, your finger jamming into the familiar numbers for Dustin’s house.
It rings. And rings. And rings.
“Hey! Hello?” An out of breath Dustin gasps on the other line.
“You all good there?” you ask.
“Oh, hey. Yeah. I’m fine. Was that you who called before? Sorry, it was the final roll of the dice,” he explains, as if that makes it evident why he wouldn’t answer the phone. You can hear the others shouting in the background. You can’t tell if it’s in happiness that they won the campaign, or anger because they failed.
“Uh huh,” you say. “Listen, one of the girls at work called in sick and I said I’d come help out. Could you or one of the boys watch Everett for me, pretty please? It’ll just be for a few hours.”
“Sure, bring him on by. We all know I’m his favorite.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes fondly. There’s no way to deny it, Everett always lights up when he sees his Uncle Dusty Buns.
“Okay, we’ll be there in ten. Thanks, Dustin,” you say.
“Don’t thank me until you get him back in one piece. Bye.”
You chuckle to yourself as you hang up the phone. A squeak sounds behind you and you smirk to yourself at the familiar sound of Everett’s little sneakers hitting the linoleum tile of the kitchen floor. Slowly spinning around on your heel, you catch a pair of big brown eyes staring at you from around the corner. Out of the many things Everett had inherited from Steve, his eyes were what people noticed first. They were nearly identical to his father’s. His hair was also growing similarly, but Everett was still too young to tell if it would be quite as high as Steve’s.
“Is someone spying on me?” you ask.
“Nooooo,” you hear as his tiny head hides back around the corner. His giggling would be enough to give him away even if it weren’t for the scuffling of his feet against the floor.
“I think someone is. I think I was being watched,” you say. You creep around the corner and snatch him up in your arms. The muscles in your arms and back protest at how big and heavy he’s getting.
“By who?” Everett asks innocently. Those damn doe eyes look up at you under thick lashes. It was truly uncanny.
“You, mister!” You dig your fingers into his side, knowing his left is the most ticklish. He squeals and struggles in your grip, trying to break free.
“Mommy, no!” he calls between bouts of laughter.
“Everett, yes!” you answer before peppering kisses all over his face.
He pulls away from your kisses and the two of you look at each other, similar smiles reflecting each other. At least that’s something he got from you. He reaches up to move some hair that’s fallen into your face. It’s more of a smack than a gentle motion, but you know the intention was sweet.
“You’re silly,” he says fondly.
“Oh yeah? Well guess where silly mommy is taking you, Mr. Troublemaker?” you say.
“Toys?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. As if this kid wasn’t spoiled enough by his parents, aunts, uncles, and everyone else who knows him. His obsession with the toy store has stuck with him ever since Karen Wheeler took him there for his third birthday a few months back. You were thankful she watched him as often as she did, and that she spoiled him like her own grandchild, but this obsession was wearing on both your nerves and bank account.
“No,” you say. “Don’t you think you have enough toys? Never mind, don’t answer that, you. Nope, I’m taking you to Uncle Dusty Bun’s.”
Everett’s eyes lit up and he began to bounce in your arms. “Dusty! Dusty!”
More often than not, he called Dustin “Uncle Dusty Bun” in full, but he often reverted to “Dusty” when he was excited or angry. Dustin was never referred to by his actual name by you or Steve when Everett was born, both of you thinking it would be hilarious to give him the nickname instead. Dustin was less than thrilled at first, but the nickname didn’t seem so bad once you asked him to be Everett’s God father as well.
“Yep, come on.” You set Everett down so he can get his little backpack from his room. Whenever Everett went to somebody’s house he packed his favorite toy dinosaur, one of his coloring books, and a handful of crayons with him in his bag.
He runs off, most likely giving the family that lived in the apartment underneath yours a ceiling rattling boom, and you step into the bathroom. Working at the library meant that you didn’t have a uniform you needed to wear. As long as your clothes looked somewhat professional, your hair was neat, and your makeup wasn’t wild, you were good to go. You fix the hair that Everett had swatted and neaten up the rest of it.
Everett jumps into the doorway of the bathroom, blue backpack on and ready to go. “Let’s gooooo!”
“Can’t wait to get away from your mom, huh?” you tease him. You ruffle his dark hair as you pass him, grabbing your purse and keys from the kitchen counter. His loud footsteps echo behind you as you walk to the front door.
“Daddy home?” Everett asks as you’re locking the door behind you.
“Hmm?” you look to Everett who is gazing across the parking lot at the adjoining apartment building where Steve lives. “Oh, no, Daddy isn’t home right now. But he’ll be back by dinner time.”
“Will he make me take a bath?” Everett wrinkles his nose up in distaste as he slips his hand into yours.
“If he doesn’t, I will,” you tell him. You lead him down the stairs to the first floor, Everett jumping with two feet down each step. He hums a song to himself as you walk to the car. Though he hates sitting in it, Everett has become adept at securing his own car seat, which has saved you countless minutes over the past few weeks. “All buckled in?”
He nods to you in your rear-view mirror, and you pull out of the parking lot. It’s not a long ride to Dustin’s but Everett insists on the radio anyway. You weren’t sure when he developed such a love of music, but you’re pretty sure he recognizes more songs on the radio than you do. Love Shack comes on and Everett begins to wiggle in his seat, dancing along to the beat. You were glad the meaning of the song went over his head, and he just enjoys the silly sounds the song makes.
Everett knows the way to Dustin’s and gets more excited the closer you get to his house. He begins to look out the window, straining his neck as if that will help him see his favorite uncle sooner. As you pull up to the Henderson house, you notice a number of cars parked out front. So, the guys were still here.
“Looks like you’re seeing more than just Uncle Dusty Bun,” you tell him as you swing your car into the driveway. You would only be here five minutes; it doesn’t matter if you’re blocking anyone in.
“Who?” Everett asks.
“Let’s go see,” you say, pulling the key out of the ignition.
While your son has no issues getting into his car seat, he hasn’t gotten the hang of unbuckling it yet. He’s grateful when you free him from the confines, hopping out of the car with his little backpack, and running up to the front door. Even on his tiptoes he can’t quite reach the doorbell, so he settles on banging on the door with his little fists instead.
“Easy, Ev,” you say as you come up next to him. You go to press the doorbell but the front door swings open before you get the chance.
“Hey, I thought I heard the little monster out here!” Dustin grins and bends down, letting Everett run into his arms. “How you doing, kiddo?”
“Good!” Everett says as he wraps his arms around Dustin’s neck. “Got my dino.”
“Well, of course you do!” Dustin says. He lets go of the boy, who rushes past him into the living room. The loud hum of boys talking reaches you at the door and you nod your head inside.
“Whole crew here?” you ask.
“Yeah,” Dustin replies. “Oh, wait! Come here, you haven’t met everyone who’s here.”
Dustin closes the door behind you as you step inside. Your brow furrows in confusion as you slip your hands into your back pockets. The house smells like microwaved pizza and like one of the boys is wearing cheap cologne. It’s dark in the house, which makes you roll your eyes, because the boys always insist the room must be dark when playing DND.
“What do you mean? Not just Lucas, Mike, and Will?” you ask.
“We made a new friend,” Dustin says.
“A nerdy friend, I’m guessing,” you mumble under your breath as you follow Dustin into the living room. You can hear Everett babbling to someone, which doesn’t surprise you in the least. Besides you and Steve, his favorite people in the world are in this room.
“My sister!” Will cries as he throws his arm over your shoulders. You chuckle to yourself, forgetting when the joke that you were Will’s older sister even started. He’d always been like a little brother to you, so it came naturally enough. You turn your head to look at him and frown when you have to tilt your head up.
“Why are you still growing? You’re already taller than me,” you say.
“Have been for a few years now,” he says with a wink, and you playfully push him off you.
You expect to find Everett either clinging to Mike’s legs or being held in Lucas’s arms, but the two are arguing with each other on the opposite side of the room with no toddler in sight. Everett is never quiet, however, so you just have to turn yourself in the direction of his voice.
“M’not afraid of spiders!” he’s saying. “Spider-man is my favorite!”
Everett is leaning against a fluffy maroon couch cushion, his backpack at his feet, and his eyes focused on the boy sitting next to him. But he is not a boy. He’s a man, your age or maybe a year older. He’s grinning down at your son, the smile knocking the breath from you. You don’t think you’ve ever once swooned in your life, but that’s the best word you think of to describe the feeling. Dark curls fell just past his shoulders and his dark eyes – why did dark eyes haunt you everywhere? – crinkled in the corners as he listened to Everett.
“Yeah? I like spiders, too,” the man says. He adjusts his hand on his lap and the glinting of one of his rings catches Everett’s attention.
“S’pretty,” Everett says. He takes the man’s hand in his own little ones and inspects the different rings he’s wearing. You’re shocked. Everett is usually shy with new people. He’ll barely say hello to a stranger, let alone hold someone’s hand.
“Thank you,” he tells your son. He’s smiling so adoringly at Everett that it quickens your heartbeat even further.
“Eddie,” Dustin calls from behind you. The man picks his head up and looks at Dustin, before turning his gaze on you. He smiles again and you feel pinned in place.
“You must be this wonderful little boy’s mother,” he says. Everett lets go of his hand and walks over to you, hugging one of your legs. Eddie stands up from the couch and steps right in front of you, offering you his hand. “I’m Eddie.”
“Eddie,” Everett repeats down by your legs, causing Eddie to chuckle.
“Y/N,” you tell Eddie. You slip your hand in his and notice the roughness of callouses and the coolness of the rings as he shakes it.
“Eddie works down at the garage,” Dustin says, coming up alongside you. “He noticed the DND bumper sticker on my car when I brought it in the other day. Needless to say, we became fast friends. This was his first campaign with us.”
“You have far more patience than I do,” you tell Eddie. “When I try to play with them, they just yell at me.”
“Well, he actually knows what he’s doing,” Mike quips with a smirk as he walks by you.
“When’s that English paper due, Michael? You know, the one on Pride and Prejudice, which you haven’t even read? Didn’t you want me to help you with that?”
“I take it back!” Mike calls from the kitchen. “I love you!”
You smile to yourself and look back to Eddie, who’s smiling at you the same way he smiled at Everett. It should feel patronizing, to be smiled at the same way that a baby was, but it’s flattering. It’s an adoring smile which floods heat to your cheeks.
“I was going to ask how you put up with these guys, but I see you can handle them no problem,” Eddie says.
“Well, when you work at the library and they come there to study and beg you for help, you tend to have the upper hand,” you say with a shrug.
Eddie chuckles. He pats Dustin on the arm. “I’m heading out. Next Saturday, right?”
“Yeah! Look forward to you being the DM. Mike’s been doing it forever,” Dustin says.
“Heard that!” Mike calls.
Eddie crouches down to be on eyelevel with Everett. “It was nice to meet you, little dude. Can I get a high five?” Everett grins and slaps his hand against Eddie’s. It hardly could have hurt but Eddie shakes his hand out as if stung. “Wow! You’re a strong boy. You must eat all your vegetables.”
Everett looks up at you and grins, proud.
“That he does,” you say, petting along his hair. You crouch down as Eddie stands back up. “You’re going to be good for Uncle Dusty Bun, right?” Out of your peripheral vision you can see the smirk Eddie gives Dustin at the nickname.
“Mhmm,” Everett nods.
“Okay, good. I love you,” you press a kiss to his cheek and pull him into your arms.
He squeezes you back tightly and mumbles a “love you too” against your neck. You stand up and Everett takes Dustin’s hand, already dragging him back to the couch.
“Walk you out?” Eddie asks. He motions for you to head out first, so you do. You open the front door, and he steps out behind you. “He’s a cute kid.”
“Thanks,” you say. The two of you walk to the driveway together and Eddie leans against the van that your car is parked behind.
“But it makes sense, though,” Eddie says. “With a beautiful mom and all.”
You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out from your chest and you look at the ground shyly. You feel the heat go all the way up to the tips of your ears. You’re about to respond by saying he looks more like his dad than he does you, but that might sound like you’re trying to interject Everett’s dad into the conversation as if the two of you are still together.
“Well, thanks,” you say again. You were never particularly good at flirting or being flirted with. Steve often used this to his advantage by flustering you on purpose and the look on Eddie’s face says he might be the kind of guy to do the same thing. “I guess I’m blocking you in. I should get going.”
“Do you often come by here on Saturdays?” Eddie asks as you start to turn away from him. You turn back and give him a smile.
“I’m not here for their DND days. Like I said, I get yelled at. But sometimes Dustin will watch him on Saturdays when I’ve got to head to work. Like today.”
“Libraries are open on the weekends?” Eddie asks.
“Saturday until three, Sunday closed,” you tell him with a shrug. “So, I only have to be there for a little while today.”
“You know, you don’t look like a librarian,” Eddie tells you with a smirk. He crosses his arms over his chest, and you can’t help but giggle.
“Well, I’m not a librarian. I just work there. But out of curiosity, what do librarians look like?” You know you need to leave for work, but you walk over and lean next to Eddie against the van.
He shrugs, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. “You know. Usually old. Hair pulled up in a tight bun on the top of their head. Glasses hanging from a chain around their neck. Old lady sweaters and a permanent scowl on their face.”
You laugh and rest your head back against the van. “You just described my boss pretty well, so you may have a point.” With a sigh, you push yourself off the van. You didn’t want to head to work before, but now you really wish you didn’t have to go. “Um,” you say. You didn’t intend to say anything, but your mouth opened anyway. A lightbulb goes off in your head and you look at Eddie. “Dustin said you work at the garage, right?”
“Sure do.” Eddie nods in confirmation. “The one on Blossom Trail off Highway Eight. Or is it eighteen? I’m new to Hawkins.”
“Oh yeah? Where from?” you ask.
“Over near Evansville. My uncle lives out here, so I thought I’d see what Hawkins is all about,” he says.
“And are you sorely disappointed so far?” you ask with a laugh, gesturing to the quiet, empty street around you.
“Definitely not.” He grins at you again and the butterflies feel as if they may actually bust out of you this time. Eddie watches you get flustered again and you lick over your lips, remembering your initial question for him.
“So, what days do you work this week? I need to bring my car in for an oil change. The light keeps flashing and one of these days the car’s just gonna stop on me altogether.”
“For an oil change?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, then shakes his head. “Sweetheart, don’t bring your car in for that. I can do that for free. Save your money.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you say. Handouts were one thing you consistently tried to avoid since you’d found out you were pregnant. You hated feeling like people felt sorry for you when they didn’t need to. Was being a young mom hard? Yeah, but worth it.
“No, come on,” Eddie says. “They’ll charge you fees and taxes and for the labor when I’ve got the oil sitting right in my shed at home. Really, it’s just sitting there. It’ll go bad if it isn’t used.”
You had no idea if that was actually true or not, but Eddie was gambling that you didn’t have the knowledge to call his bluff one way or the other. Eddie’s pleading eyes are what push you over the edge. It seems impossible that here was another man with beautiful brown eyes who knew how to use them against you.
“Okay,” you finally cave. “Sure. I can bring it by your place.”
“Don’t be silly, I can swing by after work one day. You’re a mom, I’m not going to make you come to me and take time away from your kid.”
The thoughtfulness makes you smile. You motion for Eddie to follow you over to your car. He watches as you bend over into the car – his eyes taking their time – to grab your purse. After rifling through it, you pull out a pen.
“I don’t think I have any paper,” you say. Eddie grins and offers you his hand. You chuckle and take his hand in one of yours. There’s the slightest bit of grease stains under his short nails and his fingers are long, his palm large. You scribble your number onto his palm and stick the pen back in your purse. “I usually get home from work about six-thirty on weekdays and Ev goes to bed around eight.”
“I get home around seven, so that’s perfect timing. I’ll call you soon,” Eddie says.
“Yeah?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.
“Monday if you want,” he says. “Or tomorrow. Hell, I’d call you tonight.”
The bashful grin on your face only makes Eddie want to flirt with and tease you more. It’s addictive in a way he didn’t know possible.
“I’m not sure what my plans are for tomorrow, so Monday works.”
“Monday it is,” Eddie confirms. “Have fun at work.”
“Bye.” You give him a small wave before getting in your car.
Steve had called you at work to say he was picking up Everett from Dustin’s and they’d be home for dinner. So, when you got home you had a precious hour that could have been spent relaxing, but one look around the apartment and you knew it needed to be used for cleaning. Action figures littered the living room carpet, colored pencils scattered about the coffee table, blocks with numbers and letters on them led down the hallway practically waiting for someone to step on them. It had been a while since you had last vacuumed so you figured you might as well get it over with.
It's in the middle of vacuuming Everett’s room that the front door opened and three people entered. Steve puts his finger to his lips to encourage Everett to be quiet as they creep down the hallway towards you. Nancy reaches out and smacks Steve on the back, telling him not to scare you. He shrugs and pretends that he can’t hear her over the vacuum as he follows Everett towards his room.
Normally, it was hard to sneak up on you. Steve had made it his mission to try and scare you way back before you even started dating. He, evidently, passed this trait along to his son as well. Even the vacuum wasn’t enough to keep you from hearing someone coming up behind you. But your mind was wandering as you pushed and pulled the appliance over the blue carpet. Was Eddie just a flirt in general? Or did he like you? Would he actually call on Monday? Was it a big deal if he didn’t? It was just an oil change, after all.
“Rawr!” Little hands grip your thigh, making you jump and let out a squeal. You cut the power to the vacuum and hear Everett giggling madly to himself and he holds your leg even tighter. “Scared you!” There’s laughter coming from the doorway as well and you turn to find Steve leaning against the doorframe, his arms casually across his chest, as if he had nothing to do with this sneak attack.
“What the f-,” you stutter, “fudge, Steve?”
“How did he get away with that when I never could?” Steve asks, referring to the successful scaring.
“Where’s your babysitter?” you snap back at him.
“I’m sorry,” Nancy says, popping in the doorway behind Steve. “I tried to stop him but I think Everett is more mature.”
You smile at Nancy as you scoop Everett up into your arms. “I don’t blame you one bit, Nancy. You’re the only one around here who doesn’t drive me crazy.”
“Hey!” Steve and Everett say at the same time.
“You,” you say, looking at Everett. “It’s dinner time. What would you like?”
“Daddy wants pizza,” he says.
All eyes turn to Steve as he shrugs innocently. “I have no idea how he knows that.”
“You’re paying.”
“Deal,” Steve agrees. You set Everett down to follow his father into the kitchen to call for pizza.
Nancy walks into the room and wraps her arm around your shoulders. “You know he’s never going to let it go that he finally scared you?”
“I know.” You sigh and rest your head against hers.
Nancy was always a friend in high school, but never a close one. After Steve and Nancy broke up and Nancy moved on with Jonathan, Steve eventually found you. Becoming friends to more was easy with Steve, but it came with a catch. It was easy to go on fun dates and spend hours talking with Steve. It was easy to drive the younger teens around Hawkins with him, becoming the “mom” to his “dad” in the group – little did you know that those official titles were soon to come. It was easy to trust Steve because you already had as a friend. It was easy to fall into bed with him because you had always found him attractive and kind. What was hard, though, for both of you, was to fall in love. Being together for almost a year, most people assumed you two were madly in love. You definitely loved each other, but both of you knew deep inside it wasn’t the kind of love you should feel for someone you’re in a relationship with.
It was hard, deciding that the two of you should go back to being friends. You were in agreement that it wasn’t fair to one another to stay in a relationship that wasn’t going anywhere. Two weeks after the breakup, in which you two still remained the best of friends, you discovered you were pregnant. Telling Steve was one of the most terrifying moments of your life, though you knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t let you do this alone. What you didn’t expect was how helpful Steve’s mom would be. Not only was she supportive of you and Steve deciding to raise the baby as friends, but she used her connections as the most well-known real estate agent in Hawkins to get you and Steve apartments in the same complex.
Nancy had been away at college while you were pregnant, hearing about the news from her brother who was stunned at there being someone who would be referring to him as “Uncle Mike.” When Nancy came home for summer break, she was elated to meet baby Everett. You were still pretty sure Nancy seeing how gentle and sweet Steve was with the newborn is what led them to getting back together – even battling long distance.
Steve was a little worried this might put tension between the two of you girls, but it was the opposite. Nancy became your closest friend, talking to you on the phone almost as much as she talked to Steve. She loved and cared about Everett but never tried to insert herself as a mother figure in his life. Everett loved playing with Nancy, especially when he saw how well she shot a water gun at his dad. Nancy was now home for the summer, having one more year to go at Emerson. Everett had been a little shy around her when she first came home, having not seen her since Spring Break, but he quickly warmed up and showed her every new toy he had gotten since she’d last seen him.
Everett was thrilled that Nancy was staying just in the next building with his dad. It meant they could go outside and play with his water guns anytime he wanted to. It was sweet to see Steve and Nancy with Everett, but it always left a melancholy taste in your mouth. It just reminded you that Nancy was the only person Steve had ever been in love with, and you had never been in love ever.
“You good?” Nancy asks you, rubbing her hand up and down your arm.
“Yeah, I’m good,” you say. She pulls back and gives you a quizzical look. “What?”
“What is that smile on your face?” she asks. You didn’t even realize you had been smiling and immediately wipe it off your face.
“What, I can’t smile?” But you could feel your cheeks turning pink.
“Not like that,” Nancy says. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” you say, though it sounds unconvincing to both of you. Nancy watches as you unplug the vacuum and wind up the cord. You walk past her to put the vacuum back in the hall closet and she follows behind.
“Something happen at work?” she asks with a smirk. Nancy was never nosey, but she could tell something was going on and she knew she could get you to spill.
“Nothing out of the ordinary.” You turn to her and shrug, not quite meeting her eyes.
She smiles at you and reaches out to poke you in the ribs. “Oh, come on. You know you want to tell me.”
Glancing down the hallway to make sure the guys were still in the kitchen, you lean in towards Nancy and speak quietly. “Has Mike mentioned a new friend at their DND games?”
Nancy pulls back with a frown, that being far from what she thought would come out of your mouth. “Um, no. But to be fair, Mike doesn’t tell me a whole lot about his life. Why?”
You avoid her eyes as you lean back against the wall, head barely avoiding the framed pictures that hung there. “Well,” you start. “The guys have a new friend who plays DND with them.”
“Like a kid?” Nancy asks.
“Nope.” You shake your head, keeping your eyes on the kitchen doorway down the hall. “Like a guy. About our age.”
“Oh,” Nancy hums in understanding. “And you met him when you dropped by Dustin’s, didn’t you?”
“I did,” you confirm, still not looking at her. Nancy scoffs and grabs your arm, dragging you into your bedroom. She closes the door and rests her back against it.
“Spill,” she says.
You sit down on your bed and can’t help the smile that creeps on your face. “His name is Eddie. He’s going to come by this week and change the oil in my car.”
“Oh, is he now?” Nancy’s eyebrows raise and your face blooms red at the smirk on her face.
“Actual oil in my actual car!” You huff a laugh and rub your hands over your face. “He’s a mechanic. Dustin met him at the garage.”
“Is he cute?” Nancy moves from her spot against the door and sits down next to you on the bed. You bunch the yellow floral blanket in your fingers as you bite back an even bigger grin.
“Very,” you confirm. It feels nice to have a friend to talk about these things with. Yeah, there were girls in high school with you that you talked about boys with, but you were in a very different spot in your life than they were now. And Nancy was here and knew your life well. She’d become the best friend you’d ever had.
“When’s he coming by?”
“I gave him my number and he said he’d call Monday,” you say. You were about to tell her more about the conversation you’d had with Eddie but pounding started raining down on your bedroom door.
“Moooooooommy!”
“What’s up, buttercup?” you call through the door.
“Lemme in!”
“Excuse me?” you ask.
A tiny huff. “Can I come in pleeeease?”
You stand and open the door to find a little boy with a big smile staring up at you.
“Yes, sir?”
“Pizza’s coming!”
“Good. Know what you can do while we wait for it?” you ask.
“What?” he asks.
“Tell your daddy he needs to give you a bath.”
“Huh?” Steve asks, coming up behind Everett. He’s holding an apple with a bite missing and you remember why your son is constantly asking for snacks before dinner. “What do I have to do?” he asks through a mouthful of apple.
“Bath,” Everett says with a sigh.
“What?” Steve says as he looks down at Everett. “Why’d you say that like it’s a bad thing?”
“Boring,” Everett says.
“Nothing’s boring with me, you know that,” Steve tells him. He leans down and throws Everett over his shoulder. The little boy giggles and kicks his legs as Steve carries him to the bathroom.
“Please keep my bathroom dry!” you shout down the hall.
“No promises!” Steve answers.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#Eddie munson fic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fan fiction#bbe
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Playing the Game Part 7 (Steve X Plus size reader)
Warnings: Daddy/ Dom Steve and all that that implies (I regret nothing!), The reader suggestions they try some of the more rougher stuff and the aftermath is talked about in detail. More so Steve's feelings about it. There's no actual smut in this one. More angst and feels than anything.
Word Count: 3008
Steve stares at the ceiling as you sleep softly beside him replaying the night in his head. He had come over to your place extremely frustrated after having the worst day of his life. While at work his ex and her new boyfriend decided to drop by to rent some movies. He subtly watched them out of the corner of his eye as they moved about the store. When they finally walked up to the counter Rebecca had painted fake surprise on her face.
“Oh my god, Steve. I had nooooo idea you worked here.”
“I worked here when we were together, Rebecca.”
“Hey!” Her boyfriend pointed his boney finger at Steve. “Don’t be rude.”
After work, his dad decided to surprise him outside of his store and invited him to dinner. He spent the entire meal berating him about getting his life together.
“Steven, it’s time to grow up. You need to get a real job, make some real money, find a good woman.”
“I have a good woman.”
“Pffft, not the way I hear it.”
“Dad…”
“I know. I know. You think you’re in love but…”
Steve chugged the liquor in his glass and gestured to the waitress for another.
You moaned slightly as you rolled over on to your back. His head turned to look at you, noticing you wince as your skin moved against the sheets. He scooted over to you and pulled down the material to look at your body. Your wrists were starting to bruise from where he held you down. Your stomach, arms, and legs had little welts and teeth marks from where he sucked and bit. Your inner thighs had imprints his fingers and hands left. Steve reached over and delicately turned your head to face him. Your cheek was bright red still from where he smacked you.
He felt like an asshole.
Your fingers run through his hair as you listen to his slightly inebriated babbling.
“Gah! And what pisses me off the most is how her boyfriend and my dad talk to me. Shut the fuck up! I’m talking. I’m in charge of my own life. You know?”
“I know, baby. I understand.”
He leans his head against the back of your couch. “I just hate feeling out of control.” You don’t respond and his eyes scan your frame. He reaches his hand out and glides his fingers up your spine. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m just venting.”
“Do you want to feel in control?” Steve sits up straighter as you push your hair behind your ear and turn to face him. “We’ve never really talked about it. You being…MORE dominant like that.”
Steve looks at his shoes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No, Daddy, I know. I just think it might help you. We can create a safe word and if I’m uncomfortable then I can say it and we stop. I’ve never tried anything like THAT before but I DO feel safe with you.” You reach for his chin and turn him to look at you. “I want to help.”
You never once used that safe word so he didn’t stop. He let out all of his aggression and you took it. Hell, he even made you cum more times than he could count. But looking at you now… it killed him. Steve couldn’t take this anymore. He covered you back up with the blankets after getting out of your bed, quietly dressed and left your apartment.
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“Where is he, Robin?!”
“Y/N, for the one thousandth time, I don’t know. Keith said he was using some vacation time so he wouldn’t be coming in. I’m surprised you don’t know where he is.”
“So am I!” You huff out a breath as you try and regulate your tone. “I’ve called him but he doesn’t answer. I went to his apartment and waited outside. He never showed up. I ask around and no one has seen him. I’m worried.”
“Let’s think this through. I’m Steve. I don’t want anyone to know where I am especially my girlfriend who knows me better than anyone. I won’t be at my usual spots because, of course not. So, I would want to hide where no one would expect to ever find me. The last place I would ever want to be.”
“I know where he is.” You give Robin a big hug as you run out the door.
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You bang on the gigantic door but no one answers.
“Someone open this door or I swear to god I will camp outside here until someone does!”
You start beating on it again until the door swings roughly open and Mr. Harrington stares down at you angrily.
“Young lady!”
“Bill.” You push past him into the house. “Where is he?”
“Where is who?”
“Your son. Steven Harrington, you come out here right now!”
“Miss, from what I can tell he wants some time apart so you should respect his wishes.”
You start power walking through rooms, banging open doors. “Oh, what like you do? And my name is Y/N. Not ‘Miss’ or ‘Young Lady’. Steven!” You were purposely calling him by the name he hated hoping it would get enough of rise out of him to face you.
“Maybe it’s time for you to accept that this fling you have with my son has come to end.”
“Steven! Steven Harrington, you fucking coward! Face me like a real man and make your daddy proud!” You turn to face his dad. “Not that it will matter because nothing he does for you is ever good enough.”
The last door at the end of the hall opens and Steve stares at you with a vacant expression. The relief you feel at finally finding him is replaced with fury now that you have found him. “Well look at that, Bill. Here he is.”
“I’m calling the police.”
“No, dad! I got this. Just finish getting ready for your flight.”
“And holy shit, he can speak!”, you say sarcastically as you enter his room, grabbing his shirt by the collar, and closing the door.
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Steve folds his arms as he leans his back against the wall while you stand in the middle of what you assume was his bedroom when he used to live at home.
“I’m going to try and remain as calm as I can but I furious with you, Steve. When I asked you if you wanted more control, I didn’t mean this. I have been looking for you everywhere and I find you here of all places.”
He doesn’t move or even look your way and you feel your blood start to boil.
“I woke up and you were fucking gone. Not only were you gone but you disappeared. What? Did you get what you wanted from me? Were you like ‘Hey I finally got to rough her up. I guess I’m done now.’” He flinched at your words. “Steve, talk to me, god damnit!”
He pushed himself off the door, grabbing your arm, and pulling you in front of his full-length mirror. He pulled your turtleneck sweater over your head, bringing your shirt with it. “Look at this!” Steve points to your neck before his hands run down your arms holding them up for you to look in the reflection. “Look at what I did to you!”
“Steve, that’s what the safe word is for. I didn’t use it.”
“Why?! You should have.”
You’re eyes open wide with shock. “Oh my god. This type of relationship and dynamic requires trust. It’s not just me trusting you and trusting you’ll stop when I say the word but that you trust I know when to use it! You’ve known me for almost 8 months. What makes you think I would allow you to do this to me and me not be okay with it?!”
“Did you enjoy it? Me fucking destroying your body like this.”
“Yes! Until you left me!” You put your hands on your hips. “Part of this relationship, Steve, is aftercare. You’re so good with taking care of me after we play. But the one time I really needed you to be there, you weren’t.” You grab your shirt and pull it over your head, turning your face away from him so he doesn’t see the stray tear that fell. “Look, um, maybe we should take some apart and then when you’re ready we can talk about us and, um,” You try to walk past him but he reaches out for your hand. You pull away roughly.
“Do you see the difference? This right here is fucking destroying me.”
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Two a.m. that morning you heard a small knock on your door. The tears hadn’t stopped since you got back home and sleep never came. You drag yourself out of bed, opening your front door to find Steve leaning his hands on either side of the frame.
You say nothing as you let go of the door and walk back into the apartment. He follows you in, closing the door behind him. He stares as you kick a box towards him with your feet.
“Here’s your stuff you’ve left here. Just take it and go.” You voice was gravelly from crying. Steve wasn’t sure if you were aware but you were wearing one of his shirts. Seeing you like this, in his clothes, in so much pain… NOW he was being an asshole.
“Y/N, I—”
You hold your hand up to stop him. “Steve, I can’t. I can’t hear it right now. It just hurts too much. Just leave, please.”
He presses his lips together as he nods his head. “I, um… okay.” Steve picks up the small box without looking at you. He starts to leave but stops halfway as he turns his head in your direction, his tone low as he speaks. “You have every right to be mad at me. I fucked up, baby girl.” Your bottom lip trembles at the name as a tear escapes your eye. You hug your arms tighter to you. “I’m sorry.”
With that, he power walks out your door, down the hallway to the elevator. His body starts to shake with anger at himself. He hated seeing you that way, seeing you so small. Steve understood what you meant now. When you two were playing the other night you never once looked at him the way you looked at him just now.
He wanted to scream but he was in your complex. Steve threw the box in his hand violently against the adjacent wall. He stomped on the contents, his toothbrush, clothes, and other essentials, with his foot until they were unrecognizable.
“Steve?”
His head shot up, looking towards where you were standing outside your door. He watched as you ran towards him, jumping into his arms as he caught you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Steve carried you back into your apartment, slamming the door with his foot. He leaned his back against the wood, sliding down to the floor, bringing you with him.
He gently lifted your head from his shoulder, pressing his forehead to yours as he wiped your eyes with his sleeve. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I will never, do you hear me? Never hurt you like this again.” Your heavy eyes looked into his knowing he meant what he was saying.
Steve leaned his head back, hitting your front door with a loud thud. “Ow.” He softly smiles as an exasperated chuckle leaves your lips. He takes your hands in his as he rises off the ground, pulling you up with him. “Come on, baby.”, he whispers as he guides you to your bedroom.
He lifts you off your feet placing you under your covers into your bed. Steve starts to head for your living room when your panicked voice stops him. “Where are you going?”
“I was just…going to sleep on the couch here.”
“You don’t want to lay with me?”
“Of course, I do.” Steve looks down at the floor in shame. “I didn’t think I deserved to.”
“Please, Daddy.” Your voice comes out so tiny it breaks his heart. He takes off his shoes, crawling under the covers beside you. You pull him tighter to you with your arms and he feels his heart crack open even further. Steve knows part of the reason you’re clinging to him is because you’re afraid he won’t be there when you wake up.
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Steve wakes up to the feeling of you lightly pushing at his chest. “Baby, your dad is calling.” His eyes open wider, completely confused.
“What? How did he get your number?”
“Take one guess.”
His head falls back against the pillow as he rubs his eyes. “I’m going to punch Ben in the face again. I swear to God.”
“I tried to tell him you weren’t here but…”
Steve takes the phone from your hand, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes are still kind of puffy from last night and your voice is raspy. He gives you a reassuring smile before he brings the phone to his ear.
“Dad…”
“Steven, I am not a young man. I can’t handle all this bullshit. You came to me saying you needed a break. I let you into my house before that girl came causing a scene—”
“She can’t cause a scene in front of one person.”
“DON’T interrupt me. This has to stop now.”
“What are you trying to tell me here, dad?”
“I’m telling you that either you end this little romance now or I’m cutting you off!”
You heard every word as his dad shouted it into the phone. You hugged your knees under your chin as you waited for Steve to respond.
“Well, I guess that’s that then.”
“Good. You’ll see, son, that this is for the best. There are plenty of better fish in the sea.”
“But none like her.”
His dad grows silent and you stare at him with your mouth open. “Steve…”
“Steven. I want you to really think about this.”
“I don’t need to. I love her and there’s no dollar amount that can replace her.”
He leaned over your side of the bed and hung up the phone. You watched him as he got up, pulling his shirt over his head and flinging it to the floor. Steve came up behind you and lifted you, snaking his arms behind your back and under your knees, carrying you into your bathroom. Setting you on your feet, he gently removes your garments before turning on the shower. It isn’t long before the room is filled with steam. Steve takes off his pants and boxers. He holds his hand out to you and you take it as he helps you step into the tub. You close your eyes as the warm water hits your head.
You let out a sigh when you feel Steve’s long fingers massage your shampoo into your scalp. His hands cup your face as he gently tilts your head back into the waterfall emitting from the shower. You open your eyes again when you sense a sudden change in the atmosphere. You glance down to see Steve on his knees in front of you, focused as he runs the soapy washcloth along your body.
His eyes trace along the faint bruising still imprinted on your skin. He leans forward, softly placing kisses over every mark he finds. You reach down and run your fingers through his damp hair.
“Steve, you didn’t have to do that. With your dad.”
He rises to his feet as he continues gliding the cloth along your body and up your arms. You search the eyes staring at your body but the only emotion you see is care; care for you. You grip his face with your hands. That familiar fire slowly starts to blaze through.
“He can cut me off. I don’t care. I’d rather live in a box on the street than a fancy upscale place without you.” You start to open your mouth but he gives you a look of stern warning. He’s made his choice. A small laugh leaves his lips. “Plus, I’ve never met someone who talked back to my dad the way you did.” He mimics your voice. “It’s Y/N. Not Miss or Young Lady!”
You playfully punch his chest as Steve laughs a bit harder. “There was a part of me that wanted him to call you ‘Little Girl’ to see how you’d react.” Out of habit an annoyed growl escaped your throat. Suddenly a thought hit you.
“Steve, oh my god. I was shouting ‘Steven’ hoping it would get you to come out. I know you hate it but—”
He cut you off by bring his mouth down on yours. “I know. I didn’t make things easy for you. I don’t blame you. No punishment required.” He smiles down at you mockingly.
“Maybe just a little bit?” He chuckles as he pulls you to him wrapping his arms around you. “Maybe,” you tilt your face up to meet his gaze. “Maybe Daddy needs to punished.” Your teeth bite on your bottom lip as you feel his cock press up against your thigh. “For running away and hiding. Making this little one worry.”
Your fingers glide up his arms and down his chest. “I think your right. I do need to be reprimand.” Steve leans behind you and turns off the shower. “I am a practice what you preach kind of guy.” He steps out of the tub, extending his hand for you to follow. Placing a towel over your head he shakes it through your hair eliciting a giggle from you.
“If the tables were turned, I know you would expect me to do the same so,” Steve dries himself and throws the towel you two used on the floor. He makes a sweeping gesture with his arm towards your bedroom. “Baby Girl, if you please. Teach me lesson.”
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"I am not having a good time."
"You have told me that already."
"It bears repeating."
Luz rolls her eyes and tries to rearrange her luggage on the scale. But no matter how she places it - upwards, sidewards, just balancing on one corner - the numbers are way too high. "Not good. Not good. Not good."
Hunter, standing guard behind her and keeping watch for their mother and Vee, nods his head. His eyes are nervously scanning the airport, all these humans scurrying back and forth with their suitcases, parents screaming at their children to stay close, running to get their flights. He pulls the beanie farther down to hide his ears better. Luz has already warned him that he'll need to take it off for security and then he'll completely have to rely on the charm Gus has provided. And of course he does trust in it, but until then he likes the double protection his beanie affords him.
There are way too many people here.
"Yes. Not good at all. I agree. I propose we get Mama Camila and Vee and return home to reconvene. I'm sure there are other ways to do this."
"Dude!" Luz sounds exasperated and breathless. "You were the one who wanted to visit Mama's family in her home country. And Vee is looking forward to flying. You really wanna tell her that we can't do it cause you are freaking out?"
"Nooooo? And I'm not freaking out. But this-" he gestures to a plane that is taking off outside. "-is not normal! How does it stay up?"
"Says the witch!" Luz gentles her tone. "Hey, don't be scared. It's gonna be fine. And maybe we'll even find a portal over there so we can just use that one in the future. Wouldn't that be cool?"
"I guess."
"Great. Now help me, would you?"
"Help you? What do you need help wi-?" Hunter turns around and chokes on his breath. While his back has been turned, Luz has opened her suitcase and spread all of her belongings all over the floor. Passerbys need to go around her and some of them are giving her dirty looks which she ignores with a confidence he admires and envies. "What are you doing?"
"My stuff exceeds the weight limit by 2 kilos. I need to repack some of it. Give me yours."
Hunter pulls his very light suitcase closer to himself. "Is that allowed? And why is yours so heavy?"
Luz holds up a stack of books, at least ten volumes. "These are heavy."
"Why did you pack them?"
"In case I get some time to read, duh!"
"WE ARE ONLY GONE FIVE DAYS!"
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This is NOT based on true events since I am NOT sitting at the airport and I did NOT just sit on the floor to stuff some books from my suitcase into my carry on while hundreds of people had to go around me and my dirty underwear on display, no sir, did not happen
In other news, I'm flying home and vacation was very nice❤️✈️
#the owl house#the owl house hunter#the owl house luz#hunter and luz#hunter noceda#Just a quick one to pass the time
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Part way through ep 2 of prime but I have to liveblog I'm goinvg CRAZY
When it cut back to Nine I was like ?? Is Shadow still fighting down there??? I forgot they put him in the pit HDJDGF
NEW YOKE KNUCKLES I LOVE HIM
"You know what? You keep talking, Doc, and my Fist will be Affront to ya Face." [Very gently taps his own cheek]
PIRATE AMY HIDING BEHIND CYBORG AMY.... SISTORS...
Mangey??? MANGEY???? YO. YO GET YOUR DOG???? WHERE IS HE G
OH!!!! HEEHEHEEE PUPPYYYYYY SMART PUPPY.... HES SO PROUD OF HIMSELF
I will not lie the floating hologram is so fucking funny to me GDKDGDF NINE BABY I'M SO SORRY I CANNOT TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY UP THERE
MANGEY..... I LOVE HIMFBHDSF HES SO PUPPY oh hi reused animation lmfao Unless it's bc I saw it in the trailers 10 times... maybe...
Ouhghh
HES SO FUCKING BIG IT’S SO FUNNYYYY
I AM SOOOO OBSESSED WITH NEW YOKE KNUCKLE'S VOICE
AAAOUHGHH MANGEY..... HELPING HIM HELPING HIM
Of course it's a Tails and a Knuckles that rusb to Sonic's side of course of course Team Sonic for literally ever
THE PIRATES???? WHY ARE THEY STILL OUT THERE?????????
Okay ep 3
What the....
THIS IS SO CUTE THOUGH WAAAA
GDJDGEJSF me when my memories are 16bit
Wait where Did Dread go...?
It's been a minute since I watched s2 GDJDF
YALL STOP PRAYING FOR MY GRANDPA HE'S GETTING TOO POWERFUL
Renegade Knux I fucking love you forever and ever
OH WAIT DREAD IS THERE. MISS THING IS JUST SAT IN THE CORNER LMFAO
God I love animation.
I will not lie the teen doctor eggman is so fun to me I like him GDJDF
RENEGADE CALLING SONIC 'BLUE'......
LETS GOOOOOOO GIRLS NIIIGHHHT
HE CANT SWIM. GET YOUR FEET DOWN. GET YESSS ATTABOY GOOD BOY GOOD BOY
Sails... u r so cuteful....
AAOUUHH THE WAVE.... AND THE LITTLE SMILE RUSTY ROSE YOU ARE EVERYTHING
AAWUWHHH FROGGYYYYYY
These fucking birds scream and shake their heads like a fnaf jumpscare
OUHHHH SONIC ON YHE BACK OF BIRDIE WITH THAT AMY WHOS NAME I FORGOR THATS SO CUTE
GO GRANDPAAAA
PIGEONS.....
I just noticed the stupid little gears in Nine's shoes.... girl what.... HDJDGD
Nine...... :((((
EHHEEHEHEEEE THE SHAKE
RENEGADE SHOULD GET TO BEAT UP EVERY LAST EGGMAN AFTER THIS
New Yoke Knuckles and Rouge besties literally forever and ever
Everyone in that room like who the fuck is Shadow GDJFD
MY CUP OF CHILI....
THE BABY TALKING GIBBERISH LITERALLY MAKES THAT SEQUENCE "Step 1, Step 2, Step 3, ??????, Profit."
SONIC.........
NOOOO THEY ALL LOVE HIM SM......
Shadow still in that hole lmfao
I still love Nine's outift
GODDD THIS HURTS......
AAOUUHGGHGHH
"Lov a good chili Dawwwggg"
GIRRRLLLLL. TEAR HIM TO SHREEEDDDSS DAMN.
Suicide pact
My silly little space
NINE.....
SSONIICCCCC RRAAAAGGGHH
W
WHAT.
THEY EVEN GOT DREAD UP FOR IT WHAT THE HELL
NOOOO NONONO
NINE NOOOOO
OH GOD.
Ep4....
Oh god.
AW WAIT. WAAAIIITTT
NINE........
Okay Elsa we get it.
HIS PHOTOCOPIER
OUHHH HE'S LEARNING....
AAAAAAAAWWGHHH SIIICCKKKK SICK SICK SICK
MANGEY YOU'RE EVERYTHING
THE GROUND POUND....
Peepaw at it again
OHHHH THE TAILSES.... THEY HAVE A PLAN LITTLE SHITS....
HELLO???? NINE WHAT THE HELL????
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAA THEY BUILT A FUCJINF BOMB?????
Wait. WAIT??? WHAT HAPPENED? DID THEY DIE???????? WHAT THE FUCK
ARE THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING DEAD??????? IM . IM GOBSMACKED. They wont be. They aren't.
REBEL'S EARS.... ANIMATION I LOVE Y
THIS SHOW IS STILL SO FUNNY
Hes WAAIITTIIINNNGG (<-stupid)
No really who is this.
Shadow is still. In a hole. DVJDFSG
FUCK EM UP BIG
If Nine has his eyes on Sonic why is Sonic hanging out with the groups who are trying to sneak up on Nine... VDJDFSJF
CATFISH?????
Sittadul
NINE... AAUHGH
AAAUUHGGGGHG BIGBOT BIG BOT BIGBOT
FROGGY MISSILES
"FROGGY?" AND CUT TO BLACK THAT GOT ME SO BAD. I LITERALLY GUFFAWED THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST SHOT IN THE WHOLE SHOW
EP5
THERES SO MANYYYFYGDHX
THE BIGBOTS BIG OLD TAIL.....
AUGH THE ANIMATIONS GOING CRAZY
You Are Just A Little Boy In A Chair....
GOOD GOD. This is so much.
THE HOLE
Grandpa you've made that joke 5 times now
HERE HE COMES. I KNOW IT.
YEEAAAAAGHHHHHH
We Are Not. Related.
GIRL YOU HAVE JET BOOTS
OKAY. ALRIGHT. OKAY. WORD CHOICE. BUT OKAY. HDJRHDJDGDJG
HE LITERALLY JUST JET BOOTED OUT OF THEM
PHHH THE MUSIC
VOLLEYBALLL
Left him hanging...HE HIGH FIVED HIMSELF
SONIC IS SOOOO CUTE..... HIS LITTLE FAAACEE.... I LOVE YOU SONIC HEDGEHOG
THE AMYS..... FOREVVEERRR
SISTERRRRSSSS
Amy Underground. Start a band NOW
AHAHAHAAAAAA FUCK YEESSSSS
GDJDGSJSF Shadow is like Do Not Fucking Touch Me
OUGH THAT POSE ON NINE...HES SO CREEEPYYYY I LOVE IT IM OBSESSED
OUGH. HOIUHGHH
THE ANIMATIOOONNN
HES SO TIRED....
Dr deeps legs: shattered lmfao
POV BEATING SHADOW UP
NO SONIC NOOO
FUCK!!!!!!!!
EP6
God. Just everyone...
Girl you're gonna hurt yourself......
HES GONNA DIEGDJDHHD
OH MY GOD. ITS FREE ROADS
A SHIELD TOO
AHHAHAHAHAHAA Splat :D HES SO CUTE
He needs an ibuprofen
Nine... he's hurting himself.......
WERE TEHY PLAYING DEAD. LMFAOOO
Oh god he's shaking
YOU ARENT GOING ANYWHERE.
Oh god. Hi Bigbot..
OH MY GOD. NINES ANIMATIONS I LOVE HOW IN SANE HE LOOKS
LETS!!!! FUCKING!!!! GOOOOOOOO!!!! RENEGADE I LOVE YOOUUUU
LETS GO KNUCKLES SONIC TEAM UP LETS GO
THIS HAS GOT TO BE SAILS AND MANGEY IT HAS TO BE THAT CATBOTS GOT THAT DOG IN HIM
FUCK YEEAEAAAAAGGGHHHHH
MANGEYS LITTLE TONGUE.... GOODBOYS
Dread...... Dread no....
KILL THIS CLOWN. WHO EVEN ARE YOU RACCOON FREAK
CAPTAIN ROSE AAAAAA
That birdie just out in the battlefield. Chilling
LETS GO SHADOOOWWW
Uh oh lol
OH MY GODDDVJDGHDHD HE JUST FUCKGINB BLEW IT UP
TYYAAEEEAAAHAHHH I AM THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM!!!!
THE CHORAL MUSIC????? SEPHIROTH...
Ohhh Nine is trying to destroy the stabilisers...
HERE WE GO.... LAST ONE...
Ep7
HE SET IT UP SO SONIC COULD LIVE WITH HIM IM GONNA BE SICK
GOD. THEY JUST WONT LET SONIC TALK WITH THIS KID HUH
AOUGH....
BABBEL..... Why does that baby have a full set of veneers
GOOD LORD.
Edgelord....
THIS IS LIKE CANDY TO ME VDDJGDDJF
OHHHHG NINE.... NOT EVEN A WORD.. JUST A HUG
THEY JUST FUCKING LEFT SHADOW HELP MEEWE
Shadow incredibly cunt
YAAAAYYYY YOU BLUE BUFFOON
HE HAS A PERMIT HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS
God. Trows up.
Very very good show. That ending was. slightly disappointing, there was no like... cooldown it felt slightly abrupt BUT. Good Show I loved it so much<333
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Outsiders, Owen POV, episode 54 - these are gonna make me cry
recap of episode 43
Owen is from district 15 in the capital, his parents are wealthy. His mother's a play writer and his dad's a military officer. He's calling teifling (is that right) a disease, as well as half bloods. His district was at war with the demon districts
flashback technically - demons were the reason his home burned. He grew up to be the best fighter of his kind, something demon parents would use as a boogie man for their kids.
He's taken Apo's body somewhere, still has blood on his hands. I can't tell if he is just really good at pretending, or if maze Owen and soldier Owen are different people entirely. I can see their ideologies blend and merge, but they have stark differences.
Tiefling race and subspecies
half bloods - nimble and wily, uncanny way of disappearing into thin air. (Apo and Rasbi) Apo hid just around the corner of the clearing for a year and wasn't found. If Rasbi doesn't wish to be found, she won't be
Krow is an unknown species for Owen, sharper teeth and nails than its biological cousins. Is - or was - quick to violence, doesn't try to hide and isn't very fast, but still poses the biggest threat.
Full tiefling (Guts) - 6–11 feet tall. Faster and stronger than human counterparts. Although adverse to conflict, scare easily and rather flee than fight. Don't hide well.
Owen acknowledges that should anyone hear Guts scream, he'll be found out.
Soup is still working on Gracie.
He's going after Guts, he's recreating the pumpkin she accidentally poisoned Magic with.
Guts no! Guts please! Turn back around, please! He's such a smooth talker, it's awful. Guts please!
Guts flashback - they were treated horribly by humans, and they resented them. Find a village that was accepting, then it stopped and did terrible things. She doesn't resent them, though, and appreciates that Owen is the nicest human she knows. Guts can't eat nether wart, it was poisoned.
Owen, please. Owen. No Guts! Owen, please. NOOOOO! WHY! He can't possibly kill all the demons, Rasbi will keep hiding and Krow is strong, someone has to find Owen's behaviour suspicious.
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A very stupid Harry Potter thing
So while doing my makeup today, I was spacing into the void and this thought came to me and now that I'm thinking about it, here's a stupid AU that may or may not be fueling my femboy fetish:
So, let's be real, Petunia probably tried the concealer trick to hide Harry's scar. Now, what a lot of people don't know -and actually, I just learned this myself today :D - is you can actually use concealer to highlight and brighten certain areas of your skin.
So, one day Harry's doing the concealer thing before Primary, he notices the glow and experiments before heading out; just the under eye cheek bone area. Oh my gosh, I look like I'm glowing!? Maybe this concealer stuff isn't so bad after all. Heck, now he has girls asking 'Harry, what are you doing? Your skin is glowing?! Teach us our secret!?" Harry's just stunned pikachu silence cause he didn't know how he did that.
Continues doing it, surprising Petunia since she usually had to fight him into wearing it. Whatever, at least we can hide the damn scar and keep him looking normal. Well now it's a double-edged sword, since one night, Vernon left the cupboard unlocked - He hasn't done anything "freaky", we can try this one night. sneaks into the bathroom and gets the mascara out. Okay his eyes were a bit irritated the day after cause obvious being obvious. But no-one knew he took his aunt's, they just knew that one day at school, Harry's lashes are fuller than usual.
This continues under behind the back, Harry's doing paper routes to get allowances cause the Dursleys sure as hell ain't payin' him for his chores. Buys his own stuff and hides them in his 'room'. This continues until Hogwarts, now he's fretting cause "BUT HOW AM I GOING TO GET A NEW PITCH BLACK LIPSTICK FROM MAYBELLINE?!" Finds out about the Vault? "Okay, I rocked this budgeting thing, I got this. Got my school supplies, how much do I have left? Yes! Time to get that Viper liner from Sephora! Should look up magic makeup looks to impress my new classmates"
But. This would start the Malfoy vs. Potter feud
It wasn't Draco insulting Ron in front of Harry on the Hogwarts Expression
Wasn't Draco bragging about his broom collection at Malfoy Manor while getting fitted for robes.
Oh nooooo
It was because "Uh, who is this kid that's a lower status than me rocking a killer eyeliner? That wing is so sharp it could kill a person." Tries sucking up to Harry. Got shot down. That was the third Time Potter shot him down! How dare he! Fine, Potter, if that's how it's going to be I'll show to you that I'm the superior one and you will be so awed by me you'll have no choice but to leave that Blood Traitor Weasley.
Thus, began the Hogwarts Makeup Feud; every day, Draco shows up with something mind blowing; amazing blend of colors, gemstones glued to the outer corner of his eyes, he's looking like a fucking Faerie up in here. There's no way Potter will be able to top genuine emeralds and onyxes in a faux mask! Now he'll have to admit I'm his better!
But what's this? Harry shows up with a steady painted mask as his eyeshadow look; a lion mask with nothing but Gryffindor Colors! How many shades of reds and golds did he use?! No matter, one time thing - WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S SHOWING OFF A SLYTHERIN LOOK- ARE THOSE SCALES ON HIS FACE?! Potter, what the hell?! "Wig Cap" Wig what?!
This continues no matter what. Philosopher's stone, Harry has UV light eyeliner - how are they glowing without a UV light in Hogwarts? Magic! Chamber of Secrets, he lost some rhinestones while fighting the Basilisk, but hey, the setting spray is insanely powerful and his look hasn't melted yet. When he first died at Voldemort's hand? Voldemort made sure to have someone writing his victory speach.
"I suppose Potter deserves some recognition, write that he died the way he lived, looking like a swan" BITCH HE LIVES AGAIN! And Voldemort now has to live in the afterlife knowing he got taken down by a fuckin' twink who decided to one up Draco one final time.
Draco showed up in a corset top and was still casting spells without problems. Harry's not going down. HE'S FIGHTING VOLDEMORT IN HEELS. SUCK IT MALFOY!
Throughout all seven years, Harry and Draco had been doing this, trying to prove a point to someone. What was that point? What were they trying to tell the other? They don't know but they're not going down without a fight
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thoughts on AOS while I watch AOS for the first time (THERE WILL BE SLANDER)
wow this movie is really butch right off the bat... so much action... so much dousing of every corner of the film in shadow
this couple said "Tiberius is a bad name but naming my 2 second old infant son JIM sounds good" assigned 60 year old man at birth
jim almost going over the cliff... gotta hit every movie cliche -_- also what's with the giant rift on the flat plains of Iowa
BABY SPOOOOCK HIS LITTLE FRECKLES oh noooo
"he has human eyes" omg :'(
WINONA RYDER?
zachary quinto's voice has uuuh... no gravitas, I'm sorry guys. he just does not sound like spock to me
oh lord no, jim.... ssshut up and leave uhura alone!!! this movie is such a product of the 2000s.... cool guy main character bothers a woman as flirtation
omg I am hating the dynamic of Uhura as Cool Popular Girl all these random bros feel the need to jump in and defend because she's so hot? my accidental posse I developed by virtue of being Too Hot
kirk grabbing her boobs... wow this movie is so much worse than I thought it would be. I forgot the 2000s was this sexist, which is crazy because I lived it.
"a peacekeeping armada" bro that's just a "woke" way to say military
ok Bones is pretty good
nooooo why is Jim such a pervert freak
- not only did you violate ze RUles - twirls evil moustache-
Oh I REALLY like this Bones
the sounds the enterprise doors make omg it's like a mouse farting -shoop!-
wha- the computer didn't understand chekov's voice??? couldn't he have just spoken russian ??? what is the motivation for speaking english in the world of the universal translator
ok I assume this is like "ahaha imagine if a person had an accent" humour like man... that joke was already overplayed back then
Spock talks like an evil cat
Nero saying "Hulloh!" so casual when being hailed. Hey guys, how's it hangin'?
sksksk Sulu being like yes sir I have hand to hand combat training like yeah boy, I bet you do
"Kirk you're not cleared to be on this mission and should be at home, that's why I'm selecting you as the person I'll send on an even deadlier mission" make it make sense
that's like a head surgeon being like oh ok since you're not cleared to be in the surgery room why don't you just step up here and help me perform the surgery
Kirk's smirk at Spock when Pike gives him XO..... SHUT UP I HATE YOU NASTY MAN
Chris Pine always looks like he's hiding ice cubes in his cheeks
ngl this movie is boring as fuck
Pike is similar to SNW Pike, if you took everything interesting about Anson Mount's Pike and threw it away
omg what?!? what's with the bit where the guy is having too much fun laughing and being jolly to pull his parachute lmao
omg not a hanging off the edge of a cliff scene AGAIN, I can't take this
it's cute having Chekhov accidentally call Spock Commander instead of Captain
Chekov is a gamer, he can lock on
aw he's so cute.
"enah-jyyyzzze" Spock says while popping a squat... wow he's so gay
Vulcan getting sucked into the black hole really looks like a butthole
ok not to do with the movie but I accidentally just wrote "Vulvan"
Spock: ok guys just gonna record my very personal diary right in the middle of the bridge DON'T FOLLOW ME OUT WHEN I STORM OFF IN A DRAMATIC WAY
oh no Uhura's the best girlfriend
wahahaha tying my enemy up on a big slab and shining a light directly in his face and calling him by his first name, hey wait a moment do you guys hear Ghenghis Khan playing
not Spock quoting that Sherlock Holmes bit about the impossible I thought you were supposed to value logic
good arguing between Kirk and Spock though
did Spock just fucking drop Kirk on an inhospitable planet?!?!
oh my fucking god he's evil!
he really said it is logical to straight up kill this man rather than sedate him ok mr megalomaniac
oh nooo jim crying from spock prime's emotional transference, they have so much chemistry
"so you do feel" ok kirk your spock is like, the most emotional young spock of all, he wears his emotions on his sleeve
I love you bug-eyed alien friend of Scotty's
Scotty's whole shindig would hit harder if every person in this movie wasn't like ohhoho I'm the best guy ever at the thing I do within the span of like, a day
Spock Prime saying he learned to cheat by fucking with timelines from Jim, ah yes you love to see it
oh no Scotty got Charlie and The Chocolate Factoried
Spock being one of the antagonists of this movie is so funny
this fight is cringe.....
the little end intercom sound is the exact same starting note as MGMT's Kids
JIM YOU MADE SPOCK LOOK REALLY BAD IN FRONT OF HIS DAD!!!!!
"omg hiii, are we having a weird voyeurism moment in the transport bay?"
"I want Spock dead NOW!" child demands ice cream
OMG THIRD TIME JIM IS DANGLING BY HIS HANDS OFF A CLIFF, c'mon guys these moments are not good enough to demand the rule of threes
the parallel of Spock taking George Kirk's place as the self-destruct pilot - all to save his beautiful wife... Christopher Pike
Spock Prime just being like ah fuck it I'm not worried about Time Fuckery actually... I just needed to make sure you were gonna learn to love Kirk. we respect him for that
imagine if your future self was like hey I decided I don't care about temporal directives so I'm choosing to meet you but I did care so much about you learning to love and trust my best friend that I set up a scenario which would trauma bond the two of you to ensure you'd be friends and you're just like oh yeah I guess that's a normal situation to have with your platonic bro
Kirk got Captaincy of the Enterprise through uuuh... committing mutiny to save the ship, they were just like yeah ok I guess we'll give this ship to you now instead of it being like, an experience based thing. imagine if that's how it worked in real life.
in conclusion it just ain't my beloved SNW
#star trek#star trek AOS#I'm sorry there is so much AOS slander in this post#I'm not judging though you guys I am a huge fan of media that is Not Good
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Family Barbecue
"FE FI FO FUM," I intoned with as much gravel as I could muster, "I smell the blood of an Englishman!"
I stomped around the sunny garden in time with each word while a chorus of giggles emerged from behind trees, chairs, and a playset. I swung towards a nearby tree where the giggling was loudest and stage-bellowed, "Who goes there!"
With my back turned, laughter and squeals erupted behind me as children ran into new hiding places. By the time I'd finished my dramatic turn to examine the kerfuffle, most of the children were hiding again and trying to stifle their laughter. All except one, who squealed when he realised he'd been spotted and redoubled his efforts to open the playset door against the screaming children inside.
"I FOUND YOU!"
I walked menacingly towards him, or as menacing as a 5-foot tall weed of a woman can be, but it had the intended effect as he screamed and started running. I gave chase, roaring like an ewok, and quickly caught him as he struggled to run and laugh at the same time.
"Gotcha!" I said and hoisted him up and under an arm.
Something suddenly whacked my leg with a hollow thwoomp.
"Let him go!" Yelled the boy's younger sister, holding up a short pool noodle defiantly.
"Ah ha! Pudding!" I boomed, and scooped the girl up under my other arm. I winced a bit at the weight and tried adjusting them gently. I was used to carrying laptops, not wriggling children. Fortunately, they were small.
My distraction had allowed the others to find new spots again, so I roared and stomped my way back towards them, swinging my giggling prisoners with every step.
The children turned out to be better at ambushes than hiding. The moment I stepped past the playset, I was caught in a crossfire of cold water pistols. I yelped in surprise and swung my prisoners in the way of some water, earning piercing squeals for my efforts.
I saw someone in the corner of my eye start approaching, so I dredged up school drama class and sank to the ground as slowly and dramatically as I could.
"NOOooo! My one weakness, cold water!" I let my prisoners wriggle out of my grasp and I started rolling onto my back. "I'm melting!"
The children were laughing and spraying the last of their water pistols on me. I shivered under the roasting sun as cold water soaked through my shirt and jeans.
"Get her while she's melting!" I heard someone shout.
"I'm melting! I'm melt-oof." The wind was knocked out of me as the first child jumped on top of me, swiftly followed by the rest in a giggly pile.
"OK, OK, you got me," I laughed. One girl slipped and fell onto the grass, but she bounced right back up to try and jump back on. "Hey, hey, be careful," I said, "besides, I have a secret."
"A secret?" Asked one.
"What secret?" Said another.
"Where's my shoe?" Asked a third.
"Listen closely," I said. They fell quiet, even the one putting his shoe back on. "My secret is… I WAS THE DISTRACTION! MWAHAHAHA!"
My girlfriend then opened fire with a huge water gun, dousing us all in cold water. I barely heard her laughing as the children squealed and scrambled away, scattering to the four corners of the garden only to veer towards the house at the call of food like little homing missiles.
"You alright?" Jenny said, grinning widely.
"Huh? Did you say something?"
"I said, are you ok?" She said, a little louder.
"I can't hear you, speak up!"
She sighed, but stepped closer and went to ask again. I lunged for the water gun but she was ready and hopped back, squirting me in the face for my efforts.
I yelped as the freezing water hit my skin. "That's freezing!"
"Yep," she said with a grin, lifting the rattling water gun upright, "I put a bunch of ice cubes in there."
"Oh that's evil."
"That's why you love me."
I hummed and wobbled my hand as an uncertain gesture.
"Anyway, I came out to tell you food's ready."
"Now that's why I love you," I said, grinning. She rolled her eyes but she was smiling. I took her outstretched hand and let her pull me to my feet. "Let's go, Uncle Sandy's burgers are to die for."
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Mama and the girls are TURNT on our news. Just losing their minds.
"Elias, you give me the first TWO grandchildren, your sisters need to keep up hmm?"
Gabby scoffs. "I'm GAY."
Mama scoffs right back. "Marry a nice girl with a kid then like your brother did, okay? What's wrong with you, didn't know you could get one like that? Really thought a schmeckle had to be involved?"
Eli, the owner of the only schmeckle present for this conversation, turns adorably pink. "Okay, okay..."
Karina hasn't said much yet but is not one to be silenced before she's had a chance to get rowdy and has placed a target on her brother's back now. "Soooooo, I guess your birthday month planning involved some DOWN TIME then?" In all the excitement of finding out we're gonna have a kid, I guess it slipped my mind that according to my bloodwork this happened right around my birthday. Definitely when we were celebrating in the hot springs, the garden tub, the back seat of his car...
He goes from pink to red. "First of all, I don't like your tone. Secondly, why are you like this...in front of Mama!"
Mama clucks her tongue. "I know where the three of you came from. No complaints about the process either."
He hides his face in his hands. "Nooooo..."
Riding a high, Karina continues. "You know you don't have to sleep with him just because he's your husband, sis. Poor thing, now you're gonna have a giant baby because he planned your birthday trip with his pecker. How many days were you trapped in a hotel room with him, be honest."
Gabby drops out of frame, no doubt on the floor laughing. I hear her wheezing. I feel like I have to go joke to joke with Karina (the only way I'm ever competitive, tbh) so I remind her what she said about him being awkward and clumsy with his big ass feet.
"...and so really it was really THE BIGGEST, um, birthday weekend I've ever had."
Mama, who has something within her that makes her long to watch the world burn, throws a deadpan at us so fast and brutal that my head spins. "Good to know you take after your papa, Elias."
He gets up and leaves the room, ending up in the kitchen, leaned over the sink laughing.
When we say goodbye, Mama and Gabby blow kisses and wave like they always do before leaving the room but Karina has lingered.
"Hey..."
Eli leans forward in his chair. "Yes?"
Her face crumples as much as it can with her Botox installed, and she sniffles. "Good job, asshole. Can't believe my baby brother has two kids now."
I start sniffling too...mostly because none of them ever forget about Red. I was afraid that if this ever happened, he wouldn't count as much to them. But apparently he'll always be Mama's first grandchild, Karina and Gabby's first nephew, and I love them so much for that.
"Did you forget how to do math? I'm...not an insignificant number of years older than you."
She's staring at him fondly now, and I've never seen her like this before. "Yeah but you're so soft, like Papa. Just a baby boy, still...such a tender heart, born to be a dad."
He ducks his head, sniffling now too, before looking back up at the screen. "I love you, Rini. Thank you."
She dries her eyes, dabbing at the corners to not mess up her eyeliner. "I love you too, E.K. Now, fuck off and go to bed. Both of you. Babies need sleep, yeah?"
He gets up, and makes a big show of fake yawning and going down the hall, leaving me to end the call.
"Hey sis..."
My god, what else? "Yeah?"
"Shelby wasn't...she didn't...look she's nice so I don't wanna talk shit but, you know."
"I've heard, yeah."
"So, thanks for being what my brother needed. He's more himself now, I missed that. I missed him. And uh, get a c-section huh? Kid's gonna be huge, I bet."
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congrats on 100 followers, you deserve more!! is it okay if i request xiao for “have you seen my hoodie?”
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xiao.
xiao rummages through his closet, his messy raven hair tinged with teal streaks sticking up in all directions as he runs a hand through it. you're still lying in bed, gazing at the sight of your boyfriend digging through his cupboard and chucking clothes all over the floor. with gentle rays of sunlight shining in through the window and bathing him, turning his skin as amber as his eyes, xiao looks ethereal. the green tattoo on his arm gleams in the early morning light, and every muscle in his shirtless back is perfectly defined, leaving you to ogle without shame.
at least until xiao turns around and catches you staring.
a smile quirks up the corner of his lips, "you wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?" hiding your face under the blanket, you feign innocence, "what are you talking about?" you hear him chuckle, and the adorable sound combined with the power of his raspy morning voice almost causes you to spontaneously combust right there and then. xiao strolls to your bedside, and gently pulls back the covers, causing you to peek out from the edge.
"have you seen my hoodie?" your lover asks, tilting his head quizzically. to be honest, xiao has his suspicions about where the article of clothing could be, but he thinks it's funnier to tease you. "um, nooooo," you glance away, unable to maintain eye contact in case your guilt shows on your face. unfortunately for you, xiao is extremely perceptive, and his eyes glitter with amusement as he asks, "you're wearing it, aren't you?" flustered at being caught so easily, you stumble over your words, "what?! what makes you think that?"
xiao raises an eyebrow as he tosses the blanket aside, revealing you as the culprit of hoodie thievery. "wow, how on earth did i end up wearing this?" you ask in pretend surprise to cover up your embarrassment. your boyfriend merely laughs and flops into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you, "keep it." xiao presses a kiss to your cheek before dozing off once more, "it looks cute on you."
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modern au xiao will be the end of me one day i swear,,,, hes so sexc tf and it's so fun to write him bc he finally gets a break from all the trauma he has in the canon genshin universe ykwim
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Could you please write the brothers with a genderfluid MC? You’re writing is so amazing! 😍😍
At what temperature does gender fluid become a solid? It varies, welcome to my bad jokes and fluffy headcanons
I use they/them pronouns for this MC throughout the headcanons for ease of reading, but naturally some genderfluid people use multiple sets of pronouns which may or may not include they/them. Know that the brothers would absolutely use whatever pronouns you tell them to!
Also uhhhhhhhhhh… this ended up including some of my HCs about the “brothers’” genders as well. Quick rundown of that, I see Luci, Mammon and Beel as trans guys, Levi as genderfluid but an egg (ie. closeted/still figuring himself out), Satan as demigender/Spite, Asmo as genderfluid/nonbinary, and Belphie as agender/*snoring cow noises*
No I don’t always use these headcanons when writing requests, and in this all the characters are still referred to with he/him pronouns, but if people do want to see more of my Obey Me gender HCs, feel free to ask!
Also thank you for the compliment uwu I definitely did not turn beet red and spin in my chair for several minutes after reading it
The Brothers With a Genderfluid MC feat. some Trans/NB Brothers HCs
Lucifer
When MC first showed up to the Devildom, their presentation didn’t match the gender Lucifer had on file
He didn’t think anything of it, just quietly made a note to correct the information later
But then a couple of weeks later MC starts presenting differently and he’s like, “??? Oh wait I get it”
Decides that the easiest thing to do is just approach MC directly and ask them what they’d like him to write on their file
If they ever got a hold of it, they would see a couple scribbles on it lol
Lots of things give Lucifer headaches
MC’s gender is never one of them
He takes any fluctuations in stride: change of name? Sure. Multiple names? No problem. Feeling more masc/fem but don’t want to go through the effort of necessarily presenting that way? Just let him know how to refer to you and he’ll follow your lead
It’s a complete non-issue for him basically, totally normal
Though because for him gender is a Private Matter, he won’t make a big deal of it unless he senses that they’re nervous about it and his reaction
In that case, he will assure them that he’s not acting the way he is to be cold, he just doesn’t want to make them feel othered or like a spectacle
Will Not talk about his own past though, unless you’re really really Really Super Mega Close
Perhaps post-pact he might be more forthcoming...
Mammon
Wait, so MC has to buy multiple wardrobes?? Isn’t that expensive?
Not necessarily how it works bud, but go off
His most common nickname for MC is “human”, so no need to worry about any accidental misgendering there
Should any gendered terms/pronouns come up though, Mammon might stumble a bit at first, before he knows MC’s rhythm and preferences
Not in a “ugh it’s too hard to keep track” way but in a “oh shit I don’t wanna get this wrong” way, you know?
This resulted in a lot of “MC’s so stubborn, h— sh— they— OY HUMAN! WHICH PRONOUNS IS IT TODAY?”
While in the Devildom changing names and pronouns aren’t really a big deal, if MC doesn’t like extra attention being drawn to themself this way, they’ll quickly figure out a system to let Mammon know how to refer to them
It makes his whole tsundere act infinitely funnier tbh
Hard to play the “I don’t care about you” card when you meticulously respect someone’s identity and always ensure they feel comfortable
Nooooo, he totally didn’t get MC that outfit they were wishing for because it’s easy to make more masc or fem!! That’s ridiculous!! NO DON’T LOOK AT HIS CREDIT CARD RECEIPT—!
Leviathan
*Leviathan has added Gender Envy to his list of envies*
Someone please crack this egg, he’s got a job in there it’s been so long
I hc that Levi is genderfluid, but because Insecurity and deeply internalized transphobia some Certain Corners of human world fandom, he’s never tried just casually presenting differently
When it’s a costume/cosplay people are generally receptive, but would they accept it if it was just him?
But seeing a genderfluid MC? Either just casually doing their thing, or quietly confiding in him about their identity? It gives him hope
His Henry understands!
If MC is still experimenting with presentation or names/pronouns, Levi is super supportive, even if his proposals are very… particular
And through helping them, he gets a bit more comfortable with himself as well
He’s still a bit nervous to officially come out, that lingering fear and doubt is hard to kick, but it’s nice to know he has someone who will stick by him no matter what
He’ll do little things with MC, if anyone asks he’ll say it’s in solidarity with them, but his brothers start to pick up that something Else is going on
Do Levi and MC get matching TSL pride pins at some point? :3c
It’s at this point that Asmo, known Gender Trapeze Artist, loses his shit and Demands that the others let him help Levi with his Gender Makeover, but they all furtively tell him to zip it. Levi will tell them when he’s ready, and IF he wants help with anything
Satan
Satan has more Spite than gender, but is very intrigued by the concept of gender fluidity
Asks a Ton of questions, not out of ignorance but curiosity over the particulars of MC’s specific experience
He’s internally comparing it to his own, as well as others he knows — it’s interesting to see the differences in how humans and demons understand gender!
If MC’s not down to talk about it or gets annoyed by the questions, he’ll of course back off and apologize
He knows there’s a lot of issues in the human world with people asking invasive questions and feeling entitled to trans people’s entire life stories
However if MC accepts and even reciprocates his curiosity?
*Accidentally acquires a degree in Devildom Gender Studies*
Is always ready to help MC stand up for themself and assert their identity
No one misgenders them on his watch
No One
Asmodeus
TWINS!!!!! :D
Asmo is very excited to find out the human exchange is just like him!!!
Okay, they might not necessarily be exactly like him in terms of presentation: maybe MC prefers a more consistently masc/fem style, or is more lowkey in general, or— oh no, they’re not too insecure to even try to present how they’d like to, right?!
If MC does find something about their presentation lacking or unsatisfactory, Asmo is 3000% willing and ready to help
But more importantly, if it’s MC’s confidence he cares about most
He’ll help an insecure MC find their inner strength and confidence, and be the Best Hype-Person for an MC who’s already confident
Asmo’s brand of genderfluidity is usually pretty loosey-goosey, his general sense of fashion leaning more towards the fem side but internal identity swinging about wildly, but should he and MC ever “synch up” at any point, he Will make a joke about it and how it must mean they’re meant to be! ;p
Also knows the best tips for coping with fluctuating dysphoria because although he publicly hides it, sometimes it does get him down
It tends to blend into his pre existing issues with public image and his body and even with shapeshifting sometimes things just Don’t Feel Right
So if MC’s ever having a rough time, they know who to turn to
Beelzebub
Like Lucifer, he’s very chill about it
It’s the content of MC’s character that matters, not their gender
And he thinks they’re a great person, so any way they want to be referred to, he will respect it without question
If MC is the type to change their presentation to suit their feelings, he’s lowkey in awe that they pull it off so well
Even before he transitioned, Beel was never very good with fashion beyond finding what makes him most comfortable and what’s most practical
But he respects the skill, and sometimes wonders if it would have made some of his pre-transition time easier to cope with
However unlike Lucifer, he’s fine confiding in MC about his experiences if he thinks it will make them feel better
Lots of Support Hugs
Sometimes it feels like he’s trying to hug the dysphoria out of them
Also re: the Lilith thing, if MC ever feels Extra awkward being compared to Lilith because she was a girl and MC Isn’t, Beel will take extra care to remind them that he and the rest of the House of Lamentation love MC for who they are, not because of their connection to Lilith
Belphegor
Ughhhhhh that sounds like so much effort
Uhhh, explain yourself cowboy, and talk fast
Belphie’s not really a boy, but whatever.
See? That’s so fast, “ehh I don’t really Do the gender thing, k byeeee” Done
Or at least it would be if people weren’t so stupid and kept pestering him about it
But MC… if their gender changes over time and people ask about it, that must take so much explaining
Doesn’t it get annoying?
Ohhhh… He’s trying to empathize!
Belphie has a weird way of showing support, but he means well
Like Satan, he doesn’t take any shit vis a vis misgendering, but instead of righteous fury, it’s more of an exasperation
“Just use the right pronouns! It’s not that hard! Mammon can do it, for fuck’s sake, are you saying you’re so dumb you can’t keep track of what even he can?!”
If MC’s having a mini Gender Crisis because sometimes gender is just weird, Belphie will absolutely say something stupid like “Nah, your gender is just taking a nap. You should too. C’mere *grabby hands*”
He’s insufferable, but also a stalwart supporter of MC
#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me imagines#trans obey me#obey me trans mc#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor#mine#my writing
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A/N: I apologize for all the profanity in this part ahead of time. I think I’m going to do M/W/Sat updates, as long as my writing permits, and then maybe Wed/Sat updates. I got the day off because it snowed so I thought I would post this since it’s ready haha
* Well you’re royally f*cked
* There’s a big stupid smile curled on your face, and every time you try to hide it, it just comes back wider
* You really shouldn’t be happy right now
* “What has you in such a good mood?” Edward’s got a matching smile of his own.
* Oh shit. It’s fine, you’ll just play dumb.
* “How do you know I’m happy?” How about the dumb grin you’ve got on your face you stupid b*tch.
* You would have smacked your own forehead if you weren’t aware Edward was watching your every move
* You’re lucky Edward’s nice and he doesn’t call you out on it
* “Whenever you’re happy it kind of radiates off of you,” his voice lowers “you know because of your powers”
* Ah, you didn’t know you did that
* “So what do you think about the new girl?” You blurt it out like it’s an intrusive thought
* F*ck. Just-okay just play it cool. Play it cool.
* F********ckkkkk what’s wrong with you.
* Is being happy making you act like a moron?
* He shrugs
* “Just another human, I kind of wish everyone would shut up about it though. Having to hear people talk about her and think about her is getting annoying. It’s like being in a tunnel with one too many echoes.”
* Ah, so he hasn’t noticed yet.
* “I wonder what she’s thinking about.”
* Edward just shrugs again.
* What the f*ck Edward take a hint!
* “Edward?”
* “Yes dear?” He has the nerve to grin after using that pet name. The criminal is teasing you. Some best friend.
* And still it makes you outrageously happy
* You have to force your smile into a straight line
* “What’s the new girl thinking?”
* He looks over to her, Tyler and Mike are fighting for her attention, both of them a moment away from tugging on each arm and shouting “mine!”
* You see him search, you’ve heard enough about his powers to know right now it’s like mall food court level of chatter for him, but in a few seconds he’ll focus on her and realize he can’t hear her thoughts.
* Knowing how prideful he is though, he’ll probably deny it.
* “I don’t know I can’t read her mind” he says bluntly. “Do you think the school music teacher would teach me how to play violin if I asked?”
* “What?!?”
* “I know it’s kind of inconsiderate to ask but-“ you click your tongue
* “No not that!” You gesture towards Bella “you can’t read her mind?!? Isn’t that kind of a big deal?”
* His eyebrows thread together
* “I can’t read your mind either”
* Yes but you’re from a completely different world, in a body that radiates despair (and apparently joy now). You’re basically like some type of eldritch being from another dimension.
* Edward doesn’t see it that though
* “Honestly it’s a relief, one less mind I have to tune out.” He walks ahead of you as you stay motionless in the middle of the hallway
* What the f*ck is happening?
* “Are you coming? We’re going to be late for Biology if you keep lagging behind like that.”
* How could you forget? The whole story starts because Edward is super into Bella’s blood! He fantasizes killing her for like- the entire class period.
* You were worried for nothing, just because they didn’t have the cafeteria moment isn’t that big of a deal
* The thought makes you both relieved and a little sad
* Still it’s for the best, this is the way things are supposed to be
* And who knows, if you have to leave maybe you can poach Rosalie and Emmett to leave with you
* And maybe Jasper, he won’t like having a human around the house all the time
* “Mr. Cullen, Ms. Eleazar” Mr. Banner hands you each a worksheet.
* Oh right the onion cell worksheet. Ah right the mitosis crap. Well hopefully Mike remembers enough that you both can hobble through
* “New year means new seating arrangement!” He tells you both excitedly. The seating arrangements on the projector.
* “Why am I next to Edward isn’t the seating arrangement supposed to be alphabetical?”
* “I decided to go by grade this time, you should be happy! Aren’t you two...friends?” You can tell your teacher is confused by the nature of your relationship, almost as much as you are.
* “Super happy Teach.” You mumble taking your seat next to Edward who’s grinning like an idiot
* “You can’t say he’s picking favorites when it’s merit based.” He grins and you roll your eyes
* Angela’s sitting next to Ben Cheney, they seem to be discussing the trigonometry homework, and how it’s basically impossible
* Oh right, he’s supposed to be her boyfriend this year.
* Personally you think Angela could do way better. But love is blind, you’ll ship it if you have to.
* And right on cue Mike walks in, Bella following close behind. He takes his seat on the table behind you while Bella talks to Mr. Barnes
* “Why didn’t you guys sit with us at lunch today?” Mike is practically leaned over the entire width of the table.
* Before you can say anything Edward snorts
* “Because (Y/N) was getting lectured for staying out all night again”
* Mike looks like his eyes might pop out of his head
* “W-what? Out all night?! Without inviting me!” You roll your eyes.
* “He’s making it more dramatic, I went out for a run early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and everyone was freaking out because they thought I got kidnapped.”
* Like any vampire or human stood a chance against you and your violent mood swings
* Mike’s so caught up in lecturing you about how you need to be more careful
* “There’s a lot of weirdos out there!” Yeah you live with them
* That he doesn’t even notice Bella’s taken a seat next to him
* Now that you get a better look at her, she is kinda pretty. She’s the kind of person who probably always looks good in photographs, no matter what the angle. Nice cheekbones and big brown eyes. Modest on boobs and butt, but she’s skinny so it works for her.
* “Hey, you’re Bella right?” You give her your friendliest smile, and you don’t miss the light blush that blooms on her face.
* You’re not sure whether it’s from your beauty or because she’s just not used to so much attention. She just nods.
* “Have you already seen the three whole things there are to do in Town on a Friday night?”
* Bella actually laughs at that. She’s got dimples, and little wrinkles that show up at the corner of her eyes. It’s cute.
* “One of those things is going to the library, so really it’s only two things.”
* She giggles again.
* “Is the other one going over to your house to play monopoly?” Mike asks, a grin arching onto his face
* “No my house is out of town, the other thing is to go to the school football game”
* “I’m not really a big fan of football” Bella hesitantly says, and Mike and Edward laugh
* “Yeah no one here does, everyone goes for the half time show, or just to hang out.”
* You’re pretty sure your entire friend group only goes to the games to see your cheer routine, especially this year since you’re captain now. The first junior captain in a long time apparently. The news actually made the local newspaper.
* Everything is going good, and you’re starting to think maybe you and Bella might be friends.
* “Why don’t we have a board game night at our house again? Last time was-“
* You stop sentence, you were having so much fun you almost forgot why Edward was so obsessed with Bella.
* The slight breeze from the air conditioning brings her scent to you.
* You cover your mouth and nose with your hand
* Her scent is REVOLTING
* “(Y/N), are you okay?” Mike asks
* You vaguely feel Edward’s hand on your shoulder, has he not caught her scent yet?
* It’s pretty hard to miss
* Like gym socks, with a overly sweet base, it’s like-
* Your head snaps up, and your hand clamps over your mouth and nose even harder, but not because the scent is revolting
* She smells like cheese, perfectly aged Gorgonzola cheese, or maybe Brie?
* You smell the sweeter undercurrent stronger now, it’s like warm juicy peaches
* Roasted peach salad tossed with Gorgonzola and olive oil
* How many times have you dreamed about eating that while basking in the warm sunlight
* “I knew you shouldn’t have eaten those leftovers at lunch,” Edward says, but you know it’s performative, thank god he’s still got some sense after smelling her.
* “Mr.Banner, I think (Y/N) ate something bad, is it alright if I help them to the nurses office?”
* “Yes and hurry!” He’s practically shooing you out as Edward pulls you by the arm
* Nooooo, you wanna smell her moreeee
* You have the sense to not wine and keep your mouth covered.
* Edward doesn’t take you to the nurse, you both don’t stop walking until you’re at the parking lot
* “What the hell was that?” He asks, it’s the first time he’s seemed even remotely angry with you
* He seems more confused then angry though, you’re so shocked you actually sit down on the curb.
* And after a moment of hesitance Edward sits beside you, placing his hand over your own
* “She smells good Edward, like really good.”
* Edward laughs
* “Yeah I gathered that” he shakes his head. “I thought you were supposed to be a picky eater”
* “I aaaaamm” you moan, your head is cradled in your left hand. “She’s like one in a million”
* “You’re one in a million” you lift your head to see Edward looking at you with that stupid sh*t eating grin.
* “Really Edward my life is falling apart because I want to eat someone, and you think the appropriate response is to flirt?”
* To be fair, he’s always flirting, it’s basically apart of his personality at this point
* “You’re being melodramatic.” He chuckles and throws an arm over your shoulder. “Worst case scenario you kill her, Carlisle doles out his funeral punishment-don’t ask, and then we have to start over as freshman again somewhere else.”
* You groan, you finally worked your way up to a junior, you were just starting to get used to this crappy town, you don’t wanna start all over again in a new one
* “What’s the best case scenario?”
* Edward thinks hard for a minute.
* “Best case scenario...the music teacher agrees to teach me how to play the violin and I impress you with my magnificent playing.” You smack him on the arm.
* “Not the best case scenario for you!” You know he’s doing it on purpose. He just wants to make you laugh
* It works, you do laugh. How much more absurd could this situation get?
* “Everything’s going to be fine, if Jasper can handle having to smell 300 students he thinks smell good, you can handle 1.”
* He’s got a point
* “Wait-didn’t she smell good to you?” Wasn’t that like, the whole d*mn point?
* His eyebrows thread together and he shrugs
* “Um, she smelled alright, no better or worse than the others. I’m not sure what you smelled-“
* What you smelled? The rich but refreshing flavor profile is sublime
* The f*cking heathen doesn’t even know what he’s missing
* “But to me she smelled like peaches”
* Well he kinda knows what he’s missing
* “She’s definitely anemic though, there’s a sever lack of iron in her scent” ah that must be that cheesy smell you’re getting
* Well ain’t this ironic. The girl who’s going to steal your best friend is only getting noticed because of you.
* “I don’t know, personally I prefer Henrietta the 3rds blood, but that’s just me” he’s lying, your blood is good and all, but it’s definitely still not on par with a humans blood
* He’s just trying to make you feel better.
* He rubs your shoulder, before patting it and moving to stand up.
* “Now come on, we have to make you eat some human food so you can throw up in front of the nurse and she lets us leave school early”
* You roll your eyes, anything to leave school early huh?
* “Yeah all right, lead the way Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding”
* “Why do you always say that? I don’t brood that much anymore!”
* “You know how some people have resting b*tch face? You have resting brood face.”
* “Says the person who literally radiates despair” you shove him as you both walk towards the vending machine
* You take a deep breath as you watch Edward fumble with the vending machine
* The dork literally sticks a credit card up to the glass and demands the machine give him chips.
* (Y/N/N) why isn’t this working? Am I supposed to insert my card through this slot?”
* You laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s not doing this on purpose.
* “You’re supposed to use cash Edward.”
* You watch as he fumbles with his wallet muttering:
* “Do you think it’ll take a twenty dollar bill?”
* You watch in amusement as Edward tries - and fails- to use a twenty dollar bill, and then proceed to use obscure profanities to curse “this vile wretch of human technological advancement”
* You feel a sigh of relief escape you.
* Yeah, everything is going to be fine.
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first lines
List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.
thank you @amywaterwings, @pennygalleon, and @cavendishbutterfly for the tags!! i loved seeing all of your first lines 💕 these are from my 20 most recent fics, not including ao3 works that are drabble collections. im surprised there aren’t more that start with dialogue tbh!
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✩ You wouldn’t consider yourself a soft man.
pretty boy [E, 1.5k]
✩ hey!!!
golden boy blues [T, 2.5k]
✩ Draco’s locker door slams closed.
you’re the one that i want [G, 1.4k]
✩ If Draco has to hear a cat acapella rendition of Jingle Bells one more time, he may be losing his mind much earlier than usual this holiday season.
the call of sweet things [E, 88k]
✩ “Nooooo!” Draco yells, diving behind the makeshift barricade of snow as Ron hurls a snowball towards him.
sunlight on the snow [T, 841 words]
✩ Draco wakes up with a flurry of kisses pressed to his face, and he giggles helplessly while shoving his lump of a boyfriend off of him.
easy kindnesses [M, 1.7k]
✩ “Okay, Draco, what?”
getting no signal [G, 891 words]
✩ Harry is making dinner when the Floo roars in the living room.
loving, quiet [T, 1.3k]
✩ “Tell me your safeword.”
yours (in every way) [E, 1.7k]
✩ “Harry, Harry, fuck baby let’s at least get to the bed–”
give me something to hold onto [E, 1.9k]
✩ “No, no, that one’s for Pansy–”
these little gifts [G, 663 words]
✩ Draco can’t move.
sink your teeth in [E, 3.8k]
✩ Harry’s room for Eighth Year is tucked up high in a corner of the castle, catches all of the morning sunlight, and is shared by Draco Malfoy.
to be a bit of warmth (for you) [M, 9.3k]
✩ Draco shoves his wand back up his sleeve, watching impassively from his hiding place as the sixth year’s large, pink sign bursts into a flurry of pink butterflies.
please call me baby (say it aloud) [T, 4.7k]
✩ Draco is the only one who notices.
how easy you are to need [M, 1.2k]
✩ Harry sleeps through his alarm, and is subsequently woken by the distant yowl of multiple hungry cats.
you bring me home [E, 35k]
✩ The first time it happens, Draco had just brewed himself the perfect cup of tea and settled down in his favorite armchair to read, sighing softly at the persistent ache in his feet.
ever-giving heart [E, 6.1k]
✩ The day Draco moves in with Harry, it’s pouring rain.
home is wherever i’m with you [T, 6.1k]
✩ It starts with a party game.
proving your sexual expertise over your roommate without catching feelings (and failing spectacularly): a how to by potter and malfoy [E, 2k]
✩ It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
thaw [T, 3.4k]
tagging (sorry if you’ve already been tagged!) @m0srael @corvuscrowned @academicdisasterfic @moonstruckwytch @hogwartsfirebolt @the-starryknight @wheezykat @nv-md @slytherco @lou-isfake @vina-writes @thesleepiesthufflepuff and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!!
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corny/cute things they do for your love (G/N reader)
Includes:Tanaka Ryuunosuke❣ Bokuto Koutarou❣ Yuu Nishinoya❣ and Taketora Yamamoto❣ x G/N reader
Warnings: Cursing, but other than that it's just pure fluff.
Note: Forgot to add that you guys are not dating yet in any of these, but you both do have a crush on eachother (so basically this is their way of making a move on you). This is kinda just another trash post, cause like I typed all of this in an hour. But i'm gonna try and post something around this weekend, so hopefully that will make up for this. Also I didn't really know what to title this post- Anyways enjoy!!!!
❥Tanaka Ryuunosuke❥
This one is more on the corney side I guess
Watching a horror movie together
The plan is for you to get scared and cuddle up in his arms…
But his plan may or may not have worked
You guys are watching Midsommar at Tanaka's house. And suddenly you get to a really gory scene causing you to cringe and hide your face in Tanaka's chest. So of course Tanaka is gonna try and play it cool and poke fun at you a little. “Aww is someone getting scared?” He says with a teasing tone. “Oh shut up” you pout. He snickers turning back to the movie only to be met with an angry Saeko “AAAAAAAAH ITS A WITCH!!!” he screams, jumping into your lap. “WTF DID YOU JUST CALL ME?” Saeko screams, getting ready to beat Ryuus ass “O-oh hey sis.” Yeah lets just say tanaka had a couple bruises and nail marks decorating his body. But he was okay with it since you were the one that patched him up and took care of him!
❥Bokuto Koutarou❥
Good morning and Goodnight text
Some people find text like that dumb (idk why) but i think they are cute
Especially if it's from bokuto!!!
Also he definitely spends like 40 minutes choosing what to say, cause he doesnt want to offend you or seem dumb
Most likely has Akaashi proofread it before he sends the text to you
The sound of your phone going off wakes you up at an ungodly hour this morning, causing you to let out a groan of annoyance. Knowing you wont be able to go back to sleep until you find out who texted you, you check your phone. The text was from Bokuto so your annoyance from before was washed away. “Good morning Y/N!!! I hope you got your beauty sleep for today. Even if you didn't I'm sure you will still look beautiful/handsome as ever🥰. Also this morning I am going to run by the new cafe before school, and I was wondering if you would like something from there? It's on me.” As you read the text a smile appears on your face. You reply right away saying “Good morning bokuto💕 I did get a good amount of sleep, I hope you did as well! And I would like to see the cafe, I haven't found any time to check it out yet. Maybe we can go together? I'm still gonna count on you to pay though!!”
“HEY HEY HEY, are you asking me out on a date? Thought I was gonna have to make the first move. I wasn't gonna allow you to pay for yourself anyways! How about I meet you there in about an hour, yeah?”
❥Yuu Nishinoya❥
Does something dumb to try and impress you
His plan will most likely go south
But hey at least he tried…Right?
You stop by the Karasuno gym ,to give Sugawara a notebook that he left in one of your classes, only to be met by an ecstatic Nishinoya. “Y/N...Y/N, WATCH THIS NEW MOVE I CAME UP WITH!!!” “Uhhh ok?” Nishinoya goes across the gym and does his infamous rolling thunder move. Or tries to- In the middle of sliding on the ground, Hinata opens a door slamming it right in Yuu’s face. “HEY Y/N!!!” Hinata yells, not noticing Nishinoya curled up on the floor right next to him. “Dumbass” Tsukishima mumbles walking away. “Nishinoya are you ok?” you say giggling, as you jog over to him. “Nooooo” He whines, giving a scared Hinata the death glare no, because the life was drained from Hinata's face when he noticed what he did. “Awww poor baby” you say squatting next to him. He pouts and gives you puppy eyes saying “Y/N my head hurts, I think the only thing that will make it feel better is if YOU kiss it.” “Oh really?” “Yep!” You giggle before caving in and kissing the top of his head. Insert Nishinoya hard core blushing, Tanaka crying in the corner because he wants Kyoko to do that to him, and the whole Karasuno team staring at you guys in a state of shock.
❥Taketora Yamamoto❥
Random little notes
He will slide them in your locker, or put one on your desk before class.
Kenma, Kuroo, and Lev try to help him with ideas of what to write
Lev gets his sister to also help
You enter your classroom excited to see what your secret admirer has left for you today. Walking up to your desk you pick up a folded piece of paper with a flower taped to it. You open up the note, but before you could read it the bell rings, signaling that class is starting. So you put the note in your bag real quick, and decide to read it at lunch. Eventually lunch comes around and you finally decide to read it.
“Dear Y/N,
Please meet me at the front gates after school. I'll be waiting for you my love.”
Even though the note was a little bland, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenalin coming over you after reading it. Cause how could you not be intrigued by the possibility of this letter being written by your beloved crush, Yamamoto. After school you rush to the front gate. Only to be met by another note telling you to go to the gym instead. Raising your suspicion even more, you rush over to the gym. And you can't believe your eyes. Somehow Yamamoto got the Nekoma team to do a whole acapella group. You can't tell if you should be scared or happy. Giggling you start to walk closer to the group. Only to be met by Yamamoto profusely blushing and holding a bokay of flowers. “H-Hello Y/N” Yamamoto says without making any eye contact with you. Before you could say anything, Yaku comes up behind Yamamoto and kicks his shin. “WTH yaku?” Yamamoto whispers to the libero behind him. “I know you did not force all of us to sing a whole ass song just for you to not make any eye contact with the girl.” “I'm trying man, I swear.” Yamamoto turns back around and continues where he left off. “Umm Y/N will you go out on a date with me this thursday!?” He screams, with his eyes shut. “Idiot you still aren't looking at her.” Kenma mumbles, trying to get his Nintendo back from Kuroo. “I'd love to!” Oh only if you had your phone with you, cause the face Yamamoto made when he heard you say that was way too adorable. Mans was literally crying.
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“Offer”
request; Can I get an imagine with Kokichi with an artist S/O who wants to paint him but he keeps flustering them with suggestions of a nude painting of him?
warnings; kind of suggestive, mention of nudity, cussing, mutual pining i think, i made it kinda crack fic, reader has an ultimate talent(artist), not edited too well, ended it weird like always, kissing, lowkey making out tho-
note; wow i wrote way too much- but hey, i still hope you enjoy this!
word count; 1.9k+
You walked around the school, looking for Kokichi to ask him to be your model.
Although you have sketched Kokichi several times before, you felt you needed to ask him face-to-face so he could just stay still in his goddamn chair instead of changing positions every 5 seconds and ruining your half-done sketch. And so, you went off to go find the boy, finding it surprisingly hard to catch him.
“There you are! I was looking for you-” You puffed out a sigh of relief, clutching your art supplies close to you as you saw your purple-haired classmate. Not a second after he caught sight of your figure jogging towards him, he had started taunting you.
“Oooooh, hey S/o, you seem mighty happy to see me, hm? I wonder why that is…” He took a funny-looking step towards you, voice laced with an interrogating tone.
He had that strange smirk on his face, and not the one you liked. N-not that you liked his smile! In consequence of staring at him and sketching him constantly without his knowledge—or so you thought—, you have become almost a master of reading his mood and expressions.
“Don’t get any wrong ideas, I just wanted to ask you if I could paint you.” For a small moment you swore you could see his expression twist into one of shock, before quickly melting back into his shit-eating grin. “Well of course you would! I’m the ultimate supreme leader, after all.” He acted as if he wasn’t just gob-smacked a second ago.
You beamed up at him, you had been in a small art block for a while and the moment you saw Kokichi, you knew he would be the cure to it. And so, you were ecstatic when he said what he said, “So you’ll do it?” You jumped a little too high, and spoke a little too eagerly.
“Mhm! —but with a catch, of course.” Your face dropped, you should’ve known the little fucker would try and get something out of you. “Nishishi!”
Unsure if you even wanted to know, you asked carefully, “W-what’s the catch..?” Your voice laced with caution, brain suddenly being reminded of all the pranks and blackmail he had fucked everyone else over with in the past. Knowing him, it could vary from, ‘Eat a bug.’ to, ‘Survive a knife game against me!’
But what he said was definitely worse than the former, and the latter.
“You have to paint me fully-nude.”
… It was suddenly very quiet, the echo of his insane remark, bouncing off the walls. The silence mostly coming from your side—then again, what did you expect? Painting Kokichi would mean the end of your art block and a painting of Kokichi, like, c’mon, but painting Kokichi nude would mean- Well, you weren’t sure what it meant; hence, the silence.
Impatient and somewhat annoyed by the silence, he poked at your shoulder, “So? Are you gonna paint me naked or not?” You stared at your shoes, too afraid to make eye contact with the boy you were now thinking of... naked.
“... C-can’t I just paint you normally?” He pouted, a comedically high whine erupting from his throat as he replied, “But that’s no fuuuuuun!”
“Don’t you want to see your ultimate supreme leader, whipping out his wang?-” You shoved his face away from your warm one, “Y… I mean n-no, no!” Your tone weak before getting loud and defensive as you caught yourself before all hell broke loose.
You felt your stomach drop as you thought about the possibility of Kokichi knowing you wanted to see him, and I quote, ‘Whipping out his wang’, Kokichi would never let that one go.
“Aw man, well I guess you don’t wanna paint me theeeen.” He slowly stepped away, a pout on his face as his back faced towards you. He hummed circus music as he teetered on his feet, balancing on one foot at once as he ‘walked’ away from you agonizingly slow, obviously waiting for you to tell him to come back.
“Koki-” In a flash, Kokichi had been by your side, dragging your hand to god knows where. “You have me convinced! I’ll let you paint me because I’m suuuuuch a nice guy. Nishishi!” Although you should’ve asked where the both of you were going, you felt knowing the catch was more important, “B-but what’s the catch?”
Kokichi kept at his speedy pace, yet he answered with a voice that still had so much energy in it, “Aww, I’m hurt you think there’s a catch, do you not trust me that much?”
Silence.
“Meanie... but yeah, you were right to suspect me. The catch is.... “ He drum-rolled on your palm, “You just have to kiss me for payment!” He slowed down a bit to send a cheeky smile your way. You almost tripped on your feet as you heard him, “What!? Bu-”
Kokichi quickly interrupted you, “Uh-uh, don’t try to pretend you don’t wanna. I know you have nooooo problem kissing those little sketches of me when you think no one is looking~” His voice quieted down sinisterly as he spoke, the evil smile spreading across his face once more. Although he had been wearing an extremely thick mask of a smile to hide his true feelings, anyone would’ve noticed that small blush on his upper right cheek. Anyone.
“You saw that?” Kokichi cackled at your agitated and flustered face, “Nishishi! Don’t worry, I’m the only one that knows. After all, no one finds you interesting enough to actually notice that.” You furrowed your brow at the subtle hint he had given you, “But you did-”
Kokichi put on a teasing smile this time, “That was a lie! I didn’t see anything with my own eyes, I just assumed you have and so you helped me confirm it! Nice job on fucking yourself over, S/o! Nishishi~!” You rolled your eyes, you liked this guy?
Well anyways, it didn’t seem to matter whether you questioned your feelings for the liar, as you finally made it to where Kokichi had been dragging you to. You watched as Kokichi skipped away from you and hopped on the bench, surrounded by moss and other wild plants.
“Ta-da! When I first saw this place, I immediately thought of you! You know, because you’re a nerd who likes cliché art settings.” He grinned, posing on top of the bench, “How’s this? Nishishi! Don’t answer that, I know this is perfect.”
... He looked like an idiot. But a cute idiot.
Suppressing a laugh, you gestured downwards to guide him down from his strange pose, “U-uh, maybe you could just, sit down? Like a normal person, I mean.” He sneered at you, before reluctantly sitting down, “You’re so boring.” The way he sat on the bench reminded you of a child who had just gotten denied candy.
Smiling in relief, you quickly took a seat on the bench opposite to him, bringing out your supplies excitedly. Despite the pout on Kokichi’s face, and the grudge he wanted to keep, the way you so excitedly took out your canvas made his heart melt as well as his attitude.
In the corner of your eye, you swore you could see Kokichi’s genuine smile, albeit it was lopsided but it still made you flush. Without thinking, you spoke, tilting your head upwards to look at him better, “You should smile more, you’re really pretty like that.” He… his mind blanked for a second, his façade fading away slightly to reveal a genuine expression of shock.
He quickly gained his composure back, “Um, okay? I always smile, are you blind?” Despite his passive-aggressive reply, you couldn’t find any reason to be mad, although you should’ve been. You smiled fondly and shook your head, diving back into concentration towards your canvas.
--
After an hour of pointless conversation, flirting, and calculated strokes of your brush, you were satisfied with the result. “... Alright, I’m done.” Kokichi sighed exasperatedly as he stood up and stretched, “Finally! I was afraid my limbs were going to freeze forever in that position.” You stared at him accusingly, “You didn’t even stay still the entire time. At one point, you did a fucking cartwheel-”
Kokichi slid on over you, leaning over your seated figure to peak at the painting of him. “Lemme see!” He reached for the painting with his pale hands, causing you to jerk the painting away from his reach. “It’s not dry yet! Just look, don’t touch.” You scolded, unamused by his pouty expression. “You’re no fun S/o-chan, but okay. I know how much you like to be in charge~” He teased, before finally laying his eyes on the painting he stayed still one whole hour for.
You felt your anxiety rise at his silence, “... Well, d-do you like it?” Although you were pretty confident in your ultimate talent and skills, for some odd reason, you felt extremely nervous when you showed it to Kokichi.
You were confused as to why your hands were shaking, you’ve shown your artwork to galleries, museums, the harshest art critics in the world! So why the hell did it matter so much to you if this one boy liked it or not?
“I think it looks super handsome! And by it, I mean me. Nishishi!” He grinned, “I look good in everything after all.” You scoffed, you couldn’t believe you actually expected a genuine compliment from Kokichi, of all people.
“Hey so, it’s time for your payment you know?” Payment... what? You looked up at him in confusion, big fat crocodile tears sprung out from his eyes, “Waaaah! I can’t believe S/o forgot our deal!” You flushed again as you were suddenly reminded of the kiss.
You sighed tiredly, “You were serious?” He glared at you, “I’m always serious!” You gave him an accusing look that screamed, ‘You know that’s bullshit.’ But sighed defeatedly for what seemed like the umpteenth time. As you stood up to walk up to him, you set your painting down nearby.
Squirming underneath his expectant gaze, you leaned in torturously slow until your noses were nearly touching, your eyes were glued to his lips nervously. You kind of just… stood there, waiting. Waiting for him to take initiative, as he usually does. “... You know, You’re kissing me, right? Not the other way around.” His voice was lower, quieter than usual, and you could feel his breath within each word.
He smirked at your awkward shuffle towards him, finding your averting eyes and flushed face extremely endearing. Though Kokichi would never admit it, deep down he was nervous too- But of course, he refused to ever admit that reality. Even to himself.
“I-I know that! I was just… preparing.” He hummed a skeptical ‘Okay’, standing patiently for the kiss you owed him. Letting out a shaky breath, you quickly pressed your lips on his, before immediately pulling away. Well, you tried pulling away. Kokichi gripped your collar, eagerly going in for more. His lips enveloped yours roughly, he could feel you trying to back away and so he just decided he had to go even harder.
Once he pulled away, he saw your lips puffy and swollen, and face completely dazed. You wanted to ask him why he stopped but he interrupted you before you could, “You know, I never said you had to kiss my lips, pervert〜” Your eyes widened at his statement, “It seems you’ve been wanting this for a while, huh?” You didn’t say anything, only fuelling his fire.
“Nishishi! You’re so obsessed with me, it’s adorable~” You took a defensive step back, “I-I am not!” He suddenly leaned his face dangerously close to yours, grinning sadistically as he heard your whimper. “You shouldn’t lie, you know? Especially not to me.” He leaned in next to your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth and biting gently.
“Anyway!” You snapped out your daze as he barked suddenly, “The nude painting offer still stands, you know!” He yelled out, walking away from you, strangely.
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