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yeonzzzn · 2 months

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I love your writing. I have a request that is based on something I read from another writer about another group. So if you don't feel comfortable writing it, I totally understand. I am just interested to know what you think of the scenario in which y/n is the 8 member of ENHA and she bets the Hyung line that she can guess who they are just by the way they have sex with her while she's blindfolded.

Alternatively, how about a scenario in which the Hyung line each take y/n on a separate date but they have a bet amongst themselves that they won't be the first to fuck y/n. But they're all down bad for y/n and the struggle is real. They all want each other to fold so they can have you. Who do you think would win the bet?

MUCH LOVE AND PRAISE. 🥰

god I LOVE the one of yn guessing which hyung member based on how they have sex with her while blindfolded.

I just KNOW the moment you even bet the hyung line you could guess who was who by the way they fuck would be driving each of them up a wall. The four of them would have to have a secret meeting together, discussing whether or not to even go through with this. mostly because you’re the 8th member of their group, you are so precious to them and so deserving and so so so kind to them and deal with their bullshit on the daily…but oh god how could they pass this up? the opportunity to fuck you? to ruin you one by one with their cocks while blindfolded? it was so hot to them. they would be stupid to turn it down.

once they decide to take you up on the offer, the boys will have to establish some rules, this was all an experiment after all.

the first rule being that the members can ONLY fuck you once. yes there can be multiple rounds after you guess who they are, but after the time is up they can’t do it again, not until each member has had their turn. each fuck has to be spaced out a couple days to keep you from being sore or completely fucked out.

the second rule is each member IS allowed to kiss you and touch you in anyway they want during sex, they just can’t speak, moan, groan, growl, hiss, whimper, nothing. not a sound until after you guess who they are if you are indeed, correct.

the third rule is none of the members can interrupt. no. matter. what. it could miss up the game on you guessing and show acts of jealousy, which no one wants.

the fourth rule is all four of them have to be in the know when it’s time to fuck you. none of them can randomly come up behind you and slap a blindfold over your eyes and rail you without the other men knowing. it’s cheating, mostly if you are in a situation that it’s obvious on which member it is. they also have to discus with you on when it’s a good time to even experiment, every party has to be in the know and okay.

the fifth rule being the other members couldn’t be present when the other gets to fuck. this is another way to keep interruption from happening or if the boys decide to pull their hard cocks from their pants while watching you get railed and jerk themselves off and accidentally making any noises.

the sixth rule is neither of the boys can touch you in anyway, shape or form after they’ve had sex with you. once their cocks have been inside you, you become off limits. it’s another way to make sure jealousy doesn’t happen and to keep the game fair for the other men waiting for their fuck.

the seventh and final rule is being no hard feelings in the end. because if you choose to have sex with one of them again(or even all four of them again) they each have to respect it. if you catch feelings along the way too for one of them, they have to respect it. but that is only a BIG IF on if the situation even takes that route. because you could literally just be looking to get railed by them and have some fun.

which honestly you are. the four of them are the sexiest men you’ve ever seen and you get to look at them everyday, why wouldn’t you want each of them to impale you with their cocks? plus you know each of them like the back of your hand, guessing who was who wouldn’t be a challenge.

you honestly would look forward to it each time. you knew the minute the four of them came up to you with those smirks on their faces that they agreed to the experiment and challenge, a blindfold already in one of their hands signaling that it starts right now.

each time they’ll have you put the blindfold on yourself. the boys will draw straws before hand on who gets to go first to make it fair and have it not be in any specific order.

you knew the minute his hands and lips were on yours that it was jake who drew the lucky straw first. the way his hands squeezed your waist and plump lips kissed you, it was obvious from the start. jake is a big tits guy and very big on doggy, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. The way he flips your naked body over to fuck you from behind with both his hands squeezing your breasts, biting his lips to keep from moaning out on how pleasurable your cunt was wrapped around him. “I know it’s you jakey,” you cooed, “lemme hear you,” god jake would be fucking losing his mind as he pounded into you faster, letting every moan he was holding back escape his lips as he snatches that blindfold off your eyes, placing his hand at the front of your neck to lift you up, his chest connecting to your back, making eye contact with you as he pumps his cock in and out of you, “fuck baby girl,” he growls in your ear, his tongue licking and biting at the lobe, “know me so well just by how I fuck into you, ya? with how I touch and kiss you. fuck yn” the gentleness jake once had with you was out the window as his hips snapped into place against your ass, the fingers that were wrapped around your neck now found their home inside your mouth, and his other fingers circling your clit until you came around him and he was spilling into you.

a few days will go by when the other three approach you, blindfold in hand to repeat the process. you blindfold yourself, they draw the straw and the other were sent out of the room. once again you knew who he was immediately just by the way he pins your arms above your head as his fingers interlock with yours, kissing you so tenderly with so much love. jay is such a lover boy, his hips slowly rocking against yours as he shoved his tongue down your mouth, hands squeezing yours tightly with each thrust into you. you pulled your hands from his grip, wrapping your legs around his waist and sliding your fingers into his hair, finding his ear with the darkness of the blindfold, “jay,” you whine, feeling his cock twitch inside you, “fuck me harder.” jay loved hearing his name fall from your lips the way it did, knowing just by how you called to him and how your body reacts that he was making you feel so fucking good. “shit baby,” he chuckles in your ear, sliding his lips down to your neck and back up to your ear, “your wish is my command.” he pumped himself harder into you, staying at his slow pace. his hands gripped the bedsheets when he felt your legs tightening around him and the clench of your cunt. as much as jay loved making love to you like this, he wanted to make a mess of you, mostly after you guessed right on who he was? it was so fucking hot at how well you knew him sexually even when neither of you have ever acted or spoken in any sexual way together. jay didn’t hesitate to slide his arms underneath you so he would grip onto your shoulders as he fucked into you faster and harder than before, using his teeth to pull the blindfold off from your face so you could stare back at him as you came undone on his cock, watching him as he clenched his jaw and groaned out strings of “fuck” as he shot his seed inside you.

another few days press on by, the remaining two stood before you handing out the blindfold. repeat. repeat. repeat. with the way you were pressed against the door of your room, legs spread wide by his knees, the hand he had at the back of your neck as he pressed the side of your face into the wood of the door and fucked into you at a primal rate you knew as sunghoon. he was rough as he railed you against the door, shit he was rough since the beginning. with how he pulled you from your bed and slammed you to the door and how his hands roamed, it was no doubt sunghoon. he had you moaning his name after the first few hard thrusts into you. his chest touching your back and flinging the blindfold off, “no need for this anymore,” he groaned. sunghoon knew you would guess him quickly, needing to rid that blindfold quickly so he can see the full expressions of your face as he ruined you, “come on baby, keep screaming my name. tell me how good I am giving it to you. let them know how fucking good hoonie is giving it to you.” sunghoon knew the other men were listening, he planned on it too. with the way he was fucking you against the door and how it slammed against the frame, how could they not be listening? sunghoon made it his mission to have you screaming he know within seconds of sliding himself inside you. he’d heard the moans that came from your mouth when jake and jay fucked you, he sure as hell wanted them to hear how loud your voice was getting just by his cock. somewhere along the way it became a competition to see who could get you moaning the loudest and honestly, you were here for it. “hoonie,” you screamed, feeling the drool leave your lips and slide down the door. “fuck yn, being so good for me, taking me so well.” it didn’t take much longer until you released on his cock and his movements getting sloppily until his final thrust had him unloading into you.

the last final days passed on, heeseung appeared into your bedroom and closing the door behind him. there honestly wasn’t any need for the blindfold anymore, heeseung was the last to get his dick wet and either way you’d know it was him. after each fuck the boys gathered to discuss what happened, they knew they would lose against you. you guess each of them perfectly one by one, which is where the contest of seeing who could get you to moan the loudest came into play. even though heeseung was last, it was still only fair he gets his turn. he sat on the edge of your bed, pulling you into his lap and was immediately hard at the sight of the way you straddled him. he placed his hand against the side of your neck, bringing you in to connect his lips to yours, “I’m going to take my time with you,” he whispered in between kisses, loving the way you moaned into his mouth at those words. he rid you and him of your clothes slowly one by one until the two of you were skin against skin, getting turned on just by feeling your flesh against his. heeseung moaned out your name softly as you slid down onto him, his fingers digging into your hips. heeseung didn’t care one bit that he was the last to fuck you. didn’t care about the stupid competition of who could get your vocals the loudest. didn’t care that the rules had to be bent in his favor. because honestly, heeseung was the real winner here. he still got to fuck you, got to fuck you properly at that. he didn’t have to keep his moans down or suppress them until you took a guess. he was able to be as vocal as he wanted from the moment he walked into your room. he got to make eye contact with you the entire time as he felt you up, as you rode his dick and squeezed his shoulders for support. heeseung just knew the other losers were losing their fucking shit as they stood at the other side of the door. heeseung didn’t need to get you screaming at the top of your lungs for the others to know you were fucking his cock into oblivion. “seungie,” you moaned and flung your head back, legs getting weak and shakey, “what it is my love?” he cooed, knowing damn well what it was you wanted, “wanna cum? hmm? want to come undone around seungie’s cock?” you nodded, whimpering out a “please hee,” and that’s all it took. heeseung sat up straighter, wrapping both arms around your body, using every last bit of strength in his hips and legs to fuck up into you. you slid your fingers into his hair, resting the side of your head against his, screaming his name as he hit into your g-spot. oh fuck heeseung was losing himself inside you, his head going dizzy from the pleasure. you no doubt were screaming and moaning louder than the other three got you. you were so loud heeseung was afraid he might lose his hearing in that ear, oh but fuck it would be so worth it. because again, heeseung was the real winner here. was the real winner as he made you come undone on his cock, your cum dripping out of you and sliding down his thighs. the real winner as he moaned out your name when his seed painted your gummy walls white.

jealousy was unavoidable, unfortunately. each of the four boys getting caught up in their feelings for you and how fucking good your pussy felt wrapped around them. but alas, you proved you knew each and every single one of them by how they fuck, only feeding into their egos when you tell you you undoubtably wanted them to fuck you again and again and again and again. each of the four of them brought something to the table when it came to pleasuring you, how could you deny that pleasure? mostly when you have four sexy men drooling over you and your sex. it was well worth it to challenge them.

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neckromantics · 5 months

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Love Bites.

Astarion Ancunín-

He could just eat. you. right. up.

SFW. (Mostly)

(Go reblog this gif bc i said please and we like to support creators ily)

Okay, it's not a revolutionary idea or anything, but Astarion is SUCH a biter.

Like, yeah, duh, it kind of comes with the territory of him being a vampire and everything, BUT he's also just.... like that.

Once he begins to grow more comfortable with you and with showing affection in his own ways, it becomes pretty apparent. Secretly, you wonder to yourself if it was something he did before his turning as well, because it's such a common occurrence. You're convinced you could locate the cure for vampirism tomorrow and you'd still find yourself sporting teeth marks all the same.

The first time it happens, you're on a rant.

You’d been out all day on your own, doing some trading around the nearest town while the rest of the gang took a (very rare) day of rest. They could hear your frustrated stomping long before they could see you, but you didn’t even spare them a glance- just flung your dirty boots off to the side before you flung yourself into your vampiric lover's tent with reckless abandon.

He’s busy repairing a seam on one of his shirts-- a couple of pins held between his pursed lips as he focuses on getting the stitches just right-- when you fall down cross-legged onto one of the cushions nearest him, not giving so much as a hello before you start to go on and on about what absolute bullshit your day had been.

Imagine yourself, mad as shit, steam practically coming out of your ears as you recall the way some imbecile in Rivington shorted you a large portion of gold, which resulted in you becoming so distracted that some other imbecile swooped in and stole your backpack of priceless scrolls right off your person. The lengths of which you had to go to get it all back were absolutely ridiculous. Mind numbing, even.

(The next time something like this happens to you when you're alone, magic-user or not, you are going to use the last of your brain cells to summon the power of the weave, and you're going to use it to blow yourself up. Gale-style.)

You’re about to swear that you’re never leaving camp without him again when you finally glance his way, and you aren't expecting to catch him looking right at you.

Carmine eyes examine you with such fondness– such adoration– that you almost forget what you’re angry about when they meet your own. It knocks the wind from your lungs. Shuts you up, that’s for sure.

It’s only then that you realize you haven’t even said hello to him. Gods, you didn’t even ask if you could come in. You just inserted yourself into his space like it was your own and made a fool of yourself.

Oddly enough, he doesn't seem to mind.

At some point in your story-telling, he’d finished his little project and settled in to listen, clearly amused at just how angry you are as you gesture about with bloodied hands, childish insults flying past your lips with such earnestness that he has to bite back a laugh. You truly are so adorable when you’re angry, so much so that he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than…. well.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as he leans in close, and before you can question him he’s digging his teeth into your clothed shoulder with such force that you’re amazed he doesn’t break the skin.

Something about the way his nose scrunches up when he does it makes your heart do disgusting, lovesick cartwheels in your chest.

The next time you're doing laundry, you find the two, twin sized holes that his fangs left behind in your tunic, and it makes you smile like an idiot for the next hour.

You get used to being on the receiving end of his affectionate bites pretty quickly. It's honestly become one of your (many) favorite things about him.

He doesn't really do it in front of other people, which is understandable. But, he does click his teeth at you when you're being especially, delectably sweet to him. Just a click click of bared fangs as a warning so you know to stop being so damn nice to him all of the time.

As if.

How you reach up to swipe away some blood from his face when no one is looking, and he pulls one of the tips of your fingers into his mouth for a little appreciative nibble.

The way he smirks at you when you pull your hand away with a small huff of a laugh, your own face a little warmer beneath the pad of his thumb as he returns the favor.

When you're alone in his tent late at night, and he tells a joke that has you laughing so hard your face hurts. He'll press his teeth to the apple of your cheek, flushed and rounded by how hard you're grinning.

He could just eat. you. right. up.

The abuse your bottom lip receives when you’re sharing a particularly passionate kiss. How the point of a fang sometimes nicks the plush skin if he’s not careful enough. The happy little noise he makes when the taste of your blood hits his tongue leaves you far too breathless to even consider complaining.

Sometimes, it's just how he greets you.

You'll literally be sitting down, doing absolutely nothing but minding your own business, and he'll come over and chomp down on whatever part of you he can reach like he's kissing you hello.

Likes hearing the way your heart-rate picks up whenever he comes up from behind while you’re especially distracted. He gets you by the waist, pulls you off balance to get a better angle and bites down on your neck in the most theatric, Dracula-esque fashion.

Complete with a rabid growl that tickles your skin and has you shaking with laughter.

He's learned not to startle you too much, though. After all, given everything that's happened, you're more of a "stab first, wonder who it is later" type of person, and he'd rather not get shivved with whatever sharp object is nearest you at the time.

He soothes whatever small pain he might have caused in his dramatics with a soft kiss. A dozen or so more, wet and wanting, trailing from beneath your ear to the place where your pulse pounds away for him. That lovely pulse of yours, growing ever faster with each lingering press of his mouth.

And if you shiver and oh-so casually bring up how you'll let him feed from you tonight if he'd like? That's your own business.

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greatooglymooglyyy · 28 days

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If We Were Vampires (C.S.)

summary: chris learns to look past his fear of growing up for a future with the girl of his dreams

contains: angst, lots of emotions, chris pov, 3rd person, a bit of fluff, some suggestive content, cussing, 1.5k words

“So what, Chris? You expect me to just sit around waiting for you to man up?”

“I never said you had to. If you feel like you wanna go, then go.”

Chris replays the moment over and over again as he lies in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It’s been a week, and he still can’t figure out what went so wrong. He doesn’t even know how it started. But then again, he doesn’t know how any of this started.

Everybody knows what he thinks about relationships. Or more accurately how much he never thinks about them. There were just a million other things he found more interesting than chasing after some fairytale of finding the one.

But then he met her. She’d come out of nowhere, like a siren in her flowy white dress, and he’d been stuck in her orbit ever since.

He tries to call her again, but the phone goes straight to voicemail. If it wasn’t for his texts going through, he’d be sure he was blocked. Frustration floods over him and he goes to make another call before realizing she is the one he’d normally call when he felt like this.

“God, I feel so stupid.” He says, sniffling and burying his face in her neck.

“It's not stupid. You’re allowed to be sad.” She replies, her voice soothing as she runs her fingers through his hair.

“Over the fucking ninja turtles?” He asks, laughing a bit at himself at how dramatic he feels.

“Over your childhood coming to an end.” She supplies, pulling away so she can look him in the eyes. “You’re allowed to be scared of what comes next.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as his eyes bounce between her kind warm ones. Somehow this girl he never went looking for has become one of the only people who can talk him off the edge.

He rests his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat for a while before he speaks again.

“Come with me to what’s next," he requests quietly, a prickle of fear rising when he realizes how much he means it.

She's silent for a beat before she holds him tighter. “If you let me,” she whispers, the slightest tinge of sadness coating her words.

The only thing in his head now is her face. Her face when she lay next to him, wiping away at his tears. Her face when he’d agree to watch one of her lame shows just to see her smile. Her face before she stormed out of his house, her hand swiping over her eyes to fight back any tears. It makes him sick to think of her like that. But it makes him even sicker to know it was his fault.

He wants to go to his brothers’ room for advice but he knows what they will say and he needs to figure this out for himself. Opening up his notes app, he begins a list of pros and cons, making the title her name and typing until his fingers ache. He stares at the list, his vision going blurry with emotion. One side is so much longer, it’s almost comical and he chokes out a laugh that turns into a sob.

There’s only one thing that haunts both sides of his list and it makes his chest ache. ‘one day, I’ll lose her.’

It’s the truth no matter which way he spins it. They might get months. They might get forty years. But one day one of them will be left behind.

Chris closes his eyes, resolve taking hold of him suddenly. He might lose her eventually. But it doesn’t have to be today.

He picks his phone up to send her a voice memo, hoping against hope that she’ll listen and understand. “Hey…I tried calling but…um…I guess you don’t want to talk to me yet. Which I get.” He sighs, annoyed at himself for how bad he’s rambling.

“Listen, I’ve been an idiot. All that bullshit about labels and dating, I didn’t mean any of it. I was just scared. But I’m way more scared of letting you walk away from me. I’m ready to grow up… or at least I’m ready to try.” He pulls his finger up, letting the memo send as he cringes at his stupid way with words.

Shaking his head and letting go of whatever morsel of ego he has left, he records another message. “Anyway, if you think you can give us another shot, please come tonight. We’re still having our craft night. It will be fun. I know Nick wants to see you… and I.. I need to see you too. Let me know.”

Hours later, he’s leaning against the kitchen counter staring at the nonexistent replies in their thread when Matt walks over.

“You alright, man?” He asks, a hint of concern in his tone. He takes a spot next to his brother, peering over to see what has his attention. Matt sighs when he sees her name and places a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “You gotta stop torturing yourself.”

Chris looks up at his brother, trying and failing to hide the shine in his eyes. “I really fucked this up, didn’t I?”

Matt can’t quite find the words for a moment, stunned at the hurt on his brother's face. He composes himself quickly, biting his lip and shaking his head. “It’s going to be okay. She’ll come or she won’t. And then we’ll know.”

As their friends start to pile in and crowd around the table, Chris forces himself to stay in the moment. After his third time of running to the door at a knock and it not being her, he stays glued to his chair, trying to focus on his diamond painting.

He tries feebly to be a good host, making small talk and mild quips about Madi’s technique, but he’d like nothing more than to head downstairs and rot in his room.

Nick catches Matt’s eye, the two exchanging a brief “what the fuck do we do” glance before they head over to him. Nick leans over his shoulder, commenting on how hard of a pattern Chris chose but he just gives a disinterested nod in return.

Determined to make him laugh, Nick starts to go big, starting down rants that he knows Chris will love. He considers it a personal win when he hears Chris’ trademark laugh and places his hands on his brother's shoulders.

Chris looks up at his brothers, knowing despite their efforts to be sly exactly what they are doing, and gives them a small weak smile. He places his phone face down and gives his friends his full attention. There will be plenty of other nights to miss her.

“Must be the pizzas,” Nick mutters when he hears a faint knock on the door. He jogs down and swings the door open, stopping in his tracks when he sees her. A smile of relief breaks across his face and he pulls her into a tight hug, whispering a soft “thank god.”

They go up the stairs together, anxiousness taking hold of her when she spots him across the room. “Hi everyone.” She says quietly, the chatter pausing for a second as they look up at her.

They call out greetings but she doesn’t hear a word because Chris meets her eye, blinking slowly as if he’s convincing himself she’s really there. She wants to apologize. For being late, for ignoring his calls. But there are so many people here so she waits.

He wants to go to her and sweep her up in his arms. He wants to kiss her until they run out of air, make her understand exactly how much he wants this. But there are so many people here so he waits.

But it’s okay. For the first time, he’s confident that they’ve got time. For the first time, he’s relieved with how much time left there is to give her.

Tonight he’ll tell her for the first time how much he loves her. Tonight she’ll tell him back in a thousand different ways, her nails leaving small trails down his back as his skin meets hers again and again. And tonight he’ll watch her chest rise and fall until he can make himself believe she’s real.

But for now, he just breathes out a ragged breath and holds out his arms for her. So she goes to him, settling into his lap and starting a painting of her own. And even if he can’t make this last forever, he can have it now. And maybe it will even be enough.

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Mind Jack’s Late Night Catch

Yandere Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, kidnapping, Hitoshi is an incel, sexism, violence, blood/bleeding, chains (not sexual)

Prompt Request: G1 of any character of my choice “Here kitty, kitty”

@weowmeow I hope you enjoy!

Master List

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

I haven’t written for Hitoshi in a while. Thought this would be a good one to do for him!

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You race down the dark alleyway, bolting in different directions as your life depends on it. Of course it was him who had to find you! Fucking Mind Jack of all pros!

You wipe the sweat from your brow, jumping on a dumpster to reach an apartment’s fire escape. You hear him below you, the rustling of garbage beneath heavy boots.

“Here kitty, kitty. Why are you running from me?”

You can hear the smile in his voice. It’s unnerving, the potential holding deadly threats.

You clasp the bars of the fire escape and hoist yourself up. You hear his monotone voice trailing right behind you.

Running up the narrow stairs, having to turn in different directions, you move your body numbly, speeding towards the roof. You pull yourself forward with as much momentum as you can, but you feel something wrap around your ankle, yanking you down.

You smack your forehead and nose on the iron step. “Fuck!” you scream, blood spilling from your nostrils, the beginnings of a bump forming just between your brows. You look down at your ankle and see his scarf slowly unraveling as he makes his way towards you at an unhurried pace.

It’s as if he believes you won’t get away from him.

You stand, naucious from the violent fall. Still, you press onwards, not stopping. You know that once you get up to the roof, you’ll be able to unsheathe your wings and fly away. They’re too big and broad to let out of your back on the streets, and they’ll only weigh you down if you try to run with them out.

Damn oversized wings weighted down with what feels like swords instead of feathers.

Once on the roof, you focus on expanding your wings from your back. You feel your skin open up as the feathers begin to protrude, unfolding themselves bit by bit as they were stored up. You grunt, suppressing a cry at their release as you feel the blood spilling down your spine, gathering up in the back of your shirt.

It hurts. God, it fucking hurts. The pain making it feel like knives are dragging along your flesh. You feel like you weren’t made for this quirk. Yes, you love flying, but you fucking hate the process of letting your wings out to flap around.

Just then, as you’re only a third of the way through the process of your wings showing themselves, you feel that damn scarf wrap you up from ankle to shoulder. With one quick tug, you fall over, and your wings start to shove themselves back inside due to loss of concentration.

“No…no!” You look all around for an out. Your eyes scatter the vast roof, needing to find a way to get far from Mind Jack.

He squats down in front of you, taking your chin in between his hands. You don’t look at him. Your eyes still trying to find an exit.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance and shakes your jaw. Your orbs finally land on his violet eyes.

“There we go. Why don’t you just keep looking at me while I explain what’s gonna happen, cute face.”

Instead of seeing his dark grin under his mask, you can hear it in his tone.

You glare at him, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“You, my little criminal, are coming home with me so I can…teach you some manners. Yeah, a woman like you thinking she can get away with whatever the hell she wants? That’s the problem with you females these days. No regard for male authority.”

He lets go of your face to grab you by the hair.

“What kind of bullshit are you spewing?” You sneer at him.

It only causes him to pull you up by your H/C locks and into his chest.

“And that filthy mouth. I’m gonna have to do something about that too. It’s only fair, you know? I’m a hero after all. Heroes are supposed to help. I’ll help turn you into a proper young lady.”

The feminist in you straightens her back and bares her sharp teeth at him.

“You…you fucking pig. Incels like you need to die off. You should’ve been dry come on your mom’s tits.”

Mind Jack slams your face into the concrete below, right next to his boot. You reel with nausea for a second time, grogginess overloading your body. You can now taste metallic in your mouth, slippery and building up until it spills over the corner of your lips.

“You fucking asshole,” you gurgle around a mouthful of blood.

“For now, why don’t you tell me your name?”

“Go to-“ but your sentence dies off in that instant as your mind goes blank, and you don’t even realize how he is releasing you from his scarf and hoisting you over his shoulder with ease.

You’re completely unaware of the journey home as he uses his capture weapon to get there. Tucking you into his bed, shackling your ankle to the footboard, he looks down at you as he removes his mask.

“Go to sleep now.”

And you have no choice but to obey. Unconscious under the covers, you don’t even notice him pressing a kiss against your forehead before he crawls into bed next to you, holding your warm body close to his muscular build.

Tomorrow will be a new beginning for you, and he will turn you into a proper young lady.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #hitoshi shinso #mha hitoshi shinso #bnha hitoshi #yandere hitoshi shinso x reader #yandere hitoshi shinso #yandere shinso hitoshi

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angelwithdemonictendencies · 1 year

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every new lover is a shapeshifter, a magical being; i’d bite his lips ‘til they’re bloody, just to see him scowl, just to make him you.

tz11 x reader x jh86: jack isn’t trevor, but he’s close enough (not really).

(warnings: blasphemous filth, oral sex (f on m), penetrative sex (m on f), choking (no way?), hair pulling (obviously), spanking (cringing as a write that word), degradation, praise, squirting (cringing harder), obviously dirty talk (i’m a bit of a sex god amongst my fellow virgins). please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

long a/n: please be kind. i didn’t check for typos. i swear i don’t hate jack (i love him, but sometimes the #1 draft pick has to be second choice). i also don’t think trevor is capable of this kind of eloquent language, jealousy does crazy things to people (like work miracles. and if you get a 10 minute misconduct penalty for talking shit, you like to toss your girl around in bed). this is literally the most homoerotic thing i’ve ever written (is there anything gayer than teaching your best friend how to fuck your ex?). i know tz11 doesn’t call jh86 “jack,” but name something more unsexy than the nickname “hughie.” petition for all players to call their friends good boy. anyways, gif is not mine. let me know what you think! it’s lonely up here in the sin bin (my head).

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you justified it by thinking it was really trevor who was hurting jack, not you. at least not you altogether.

if trevor wanted to call things off with you for the hundredth time, because of the millionth bullshit fight, who would you be to ignore his best friend’s heated gaze? to turn him away when he told you that “z never treated you right”? to push his wandering hands off of your sides?

so you didn’t.

you let jack’s hands slide down to your waist, let him pull you against him, indulged him, snaked a hand around his neck and into his soft hair.

“you gonna let me take you upstairs, pretty boy?” you whispered into his ear, almost laughed at how quickly he took your hand and tugged you into the nearest bedroom. you immediately pushed him back onto the bed, climbed on top of him, ducking down to claim his lips in a kiss that burned. he groaned as you ground your hips down into him, felt him harden underneath you.

you leaned forward, trying to will him to kiss you harder, as you liked. you took one of his hands, threaded it through your own hair. “pull it,” you ordered.

“aw, sugar,” came a figure from behind you. neither of you had heard to door open. “tryin’ to show him how to fuck you like i do?”

jack bolted upright, while you, still straddling his best friend, leisurely turned your head around to face your ex-boyfriend.

“he’s a fast learner, trev,” you praised, smiled when you felt jack grow even harder at your words. “besides, this has nothing to do with you. you broke up with me, remember?”

trevor clenched his jaw, ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “well, then,” he said, gesturing flippantly, “by all means, don’t let me stop you, sugar.” jack looked hesitantly between you and trevor. “go on,” he continued, “since this has nothing to do with me.” he sat down in a chair in a corner of the bedroom, legs spread invitingly. “god knows he’s wanted you since i first had you.”

you smiled a razor sharp grin, turning back to jack. “that true, pretty boy?” you asked through your lashes, pulling down his boxers in the process, slowly palming his cock. “been thinkin’ ‘bout me?”

when he whimpered in affirmation, you took him in your mouth, groaned when he rooted a hand in your hair and pulled.

“oh god,” he moaned, breaths coming heavy. “ah, good girl, baby.”

you pushed yourself further down and hollowed out your cheeks, humming as you enjoyed jack’s loud moans.

“that’s perfect, baby,” he all but gasped, “so good.”

trevor rolled his eyes from his chair, but he couldn’t help but bring a hand to run over the tip of cock at the sight of you, on your knees for his best friend like you had been so many times for him.

you continued your motions until jack’s hips began to lift off of the bed, until his whimpers grew desperate and his grip on your hair lost persuasion.

you pulled your mouth away from him, twisting your hand around his dick and running a thumb over the sensitive tip. “you close, jack?” you asked, voice syrupy sweet. “want you to cum for me so bad.”

he tilted his head back, groaned. you turned your head to the side, made eye contact with trevor, now lazily fucking into his fist. “wanted you for so long, pretty boy,” you pleaded, staring into trevor’s eyes. “please, please, will you cum for me?”

jack immediately spilled into your awaiting mouth with a deep moan, groaned again as he watched you swallow.

“so good, baby,” he said, pulling you up for a kiss. “you’re so perfect.” you smiled, if not a bit half-heartedly.

a laugh from the corner broke the spell. “gonna tell him you’re not so into praise, sugar?” trevor said, now approaching the bed. “or maybe i should just show him how to fuck you right.” he turned to jack. “what do you say, jack? want a masterclass on how to make my sugar cum?”

“you had your chance, z,” jack said, little more than a mumble.

trevor smirked. “oh, don’t worry baby,” he teased his best friend, “you can have some of her, too. sure she’d love that.”

he pulled you abruptly away from jack and towards him, cock standing at full attention. “and what about you, hm?” he said, finally talking to you directly. you felt yourself grow wet at his searing gaze. “you want to cum?”

you nodded, however pathetic it made you feel. trevor hadn’t fucked you in days. maybe you could chalk it up to withdrawals.

his returning smirk oozed with cocky pride before he flipped you onto your stomach so you were again facing jack.

“c’mon then,” trevor said, almost impatiently, “show him what he’s been missing.”

your hand immediately went to jack’s re-hardening dick, slowly tugging up and down, savoring his sensitivity after his first orgasm. you peered up into jack’s eyes, basking in the effect your gaze had on him.

seemingly bored, trevor harshly pushed your head into the bed, smirked when you gasped. “lesson one,” he said, lifting up your hips, “my sugar likes it rough.”

he firmly brought a hand down across your ass, paused to hear your familiar moan before repeating the action. with his other hand, he pressed his palm against your clit, waited for you to grind back against him before smacking you again, harder.

trevor dragged two fingers lazily through your folds, brought his hand up so jack could see it. “see?” his voice was smug. “probably just about ready, aren’t you?”

before you could register it, he thrust into you hard and deep, your mind being pulled between stimulations like a pendulum.

he groaned, a guttural sound compared to jack’s mirroring whimpery ones.

“lesson two,” he continued, “none of that ‘you’re so perfect’ bullshit.” he pulled your head and neck back up to him by your hair, loved how you winced and cried out at the sensation. “she’s a slut who likes to be told as much.”

it was your turn to whimper as trevor continued his relentless rhythm, all while you continued to bring jack closer to a second orgasm.

trevor made eye contact with jack. “your turn,” he ordered.

to your surprise, jack wrapped a hand around your exposed throat and squeezed. your body felt like it was blurring at the edges. “that’s it, baby,” he cooed, “want me to cum again, yeah?” his voice grew tight. “know you love it.”

you moaned jack’s name loudly. trevor rolled his eyes. “oh, good boy,” he sneered at his friend, then smacked your ass again. “but who’s fucking you so good, sugar? hm?” at your silence, his voice grew raspy. “say my name.”

your own voice was desperate. “you are, trevor, you are.”

he smirked. “been such a slut, haven’t you?” trevor continued. “sleeping with my friends.” he pulled your hair back higher so you were forced to look him in the eye. “if you missed my cock so bad, you should have said so.”

you felt your clench around him at his words. he groaned, satisfied.

“lesson three,” he continued, although more tightly, “when you fuck into her like this,” he emphasized his point by angling his hips up into you, “and rub her like this,” he bit out, a hand coming down to make circles on your clit. he grunted with each thrust as you grew tighter, closer. “just do this,” he all but growled as he splayed a hand across your stomach and pushed up. despite everything, trevor let out a low, arrogant laugh. “sugar will just love that,” he finished as you practically screamed his name, legs spasming as you squirted all over his cock.

jack came again at the sight, wispy moans wafting through the room, while trevor came a few more thrusts into you, too tight, too much.

his deep final grunts gave you a comforting but disorienting sense of deja vu.

eventually, your legs stilled and you regained conscious thought. you felt the rhythm of the two heaving chests next to you in your bones. jack absentmindedly ran a hand back and forth across your thigh.

eventually, trevor got up, got dressed. you thought he might finally kiss you, that maybe you’d get to feel his lips on yours, that you’d get to just barely pull at his hair while biting down on his bottom lip, just as he liked. but it didn’t happen. he began to walk towards the door.

“have fun with my sugar, jack,” he advised lightheartedly. who would he be to control you? you could be jack’s for now, but you would always be unmistakably and utterly his.

and didn’t you both know it.

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bokutooooo · 3 months

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Dream Ride PT 4 ᰔᩚ

warnings: strong language! violence (very little)

The drive was quiet, I’m not sure why but I was trying to avoid starting any conversation. “You gonna buy a new car soon? Since you finished the last one”

I let out a small laugh “I just finished Nissan Skyline GT-R, don’t get me wrong I liked working on it but that was a lot.” he just smiled and went back to looking at the road. Tonight was pretty quiet in the city, well quiet for Tokyo at least.

We pulled up to the convenience store Sean and Neela arriving a minute later.

“I think I’m just gonna get a Gatorade and some chips, what about you” Neela and I were just walking up and down some aisles while Sean and Han waited outside. “I’m not sure, kind of craving a slushy right now, or a Redbull I need to study tonight and I definitely don’t have the energy for it” we were walking to the cash register when DK and Morimoto stopped stopped in front of us.

“Y/n! my favourite slut. Who are you screwing now?” Me and Morimoto hooked up here and there for a few months but after I cut things off he got upset and now I guess I’m a slut for it. “Oh shut up Morimoto you’re just mad she stopped seeing you, get over it” it never really felt good being called a slut by the guy you used to be friends with never mind fuck. “Neela where’ve you been? You were supposed to come over tonight.”well shit, they probably saw Sean out front but I’m hoping they didn’t.

“Change of plans me and Y/n are hanging out” DK was annoying but not stupid he knows Neela and Sean are “hanging out”. “Just leave us alone DK we’re just grabbing snacks than leaving” I don’t even know why I bothered asking, why would he listen to me “this has nothing to do with you Y/n, why don’t you go screw Han”.

Great “oh? Han? that’s new don’t you think he’s a bit old for you? Or is that just the daddy issues.” I haven’t intended to tell Morimoto about my family problems but a couple of times I had went over upset about it and told him some things I obviously shouldn’t have.”Fuck you Mori” I shoved through them pulling Neela with me to the cash trying to check out as quick as possible. “Where you going huh? Why don’t you come over” I just wanted to leave.

we were speed walking down the street to where Han and Sean were parked, Morimoto and DK following close behind “Fuck off Mori! go home!” I could see Han’s back. God I wanted Han to beat the shit out of him.

“Oh come on! Don’t you wanna come home with me” I could just hear the grin on Morimoto face. Han must’ve heard the shouting because he was quick to turn around Sean closely behind and heading straight for Morimoto.

“What happened!? Are you alright?!” Why couldn’t they just leave us alone, we wanted nothing to do with them. “They’re just being assholes! Won’t leave us alone.”

“Alright just go in the car, we’ll talk to them” even though Neela came with Sean, I pulled her into the backseat of Han’s car and patiently waited for him to tell us they were gone.

HAN’s POV

“Fuck off Morimoto, nobody wants any problems so why start them.”

“Just curious.. are you fuckin’ er? Just so you know she’s slept with all of Tokyo, have fun with your sloppy seconds.”

god what a fucking prick. “Fuck off Morimoto go home, and not that it’s any of your business but I’m not sleeping with her. Now go home”

I turn around and walk to the car, I mean who does the is asshole think he is.

“Hey you guys alright? Sorry you had to deal with those two.” Y/n and Neela were sitting in the backseat obviously scared “Yeah we’re fine, he’s just such a dick we were just buying snacks when they randomly showed up and started following us around.” I felt bad, Y/n didn’t deserve this bullshit Morimoto was just a dick.

Y/N’s POV

Han was driving me home, I’m sure he could tell I was tired and upset “Sorry about tonight, don’t let the shit Morimoto says get to you”

“Yeah for sure” I know it’s not Han’s fault but I’m just so angry and frustrated right now I can’t even think. Luckily we stop in front of my house and I’m quick to get out “Thanks for the ride Han, see you later”

“Wait Y/n! Are you sure you’re okay? Wanna talk about it?” I sighed “I’m fine just tired trust me, have a goodnight.”

SORRH FOR THE LATE POST I TRIED TO MAKE IT AS LONG AS I COULD. Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to DM me suggestions or requests!

#tokyo drift #x reader #cars #drifting #fast and furious #han lue x reader #movie #street racing #sung kang #writeblr

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xmalfoyweasleyx · 1 year

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The more that you say, the less I know

Steve x (Henderson!)Reader, based on the song Willow -Taylor Swift --> my Taylor songs masterlist

Summary: Y/N is Dustin's older sister, she comes to town and meets Steve. But it seems the boy has some commitment issues...

Angsty but fluff ending <3 , between 1.5-2k words

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night.

Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

“My sister is coming to town! I’m gonna meet her here” Dustin said excitedly, hanging on the Family Video counter while Steve was focussing on organizing some tapes. “Wow, wow, wait. I didn’t know you had a sister?” he questioned, looking up from his work for a split second. “Duh, didn’t I mention that?” Dustin answered confused. “No? why didn't you mention such an important family thing but litterally tell me all kinds of other annoying and boring stuff?” the boy complained. “Well, she’s my half-sister and lived with her dad for 4 years now. So I haven’t seen her in ages. But she’s really great and smart.” Dustin talked admiringly with a big smile on his face. “Actually, she would be a pretty great match for you, weren’t you like.. searching for the one or something like that” Dustin suggested. Steve chuckled. “Dude, I appreciate the matchmaking but I don’t think your sister is going to be something for me, no offense” he waved off uninterested while walking away from the counter to stack some shelves.

“Hey dude! She’s kind and like... pretty funny actually, but okay” Dustin said disappointed, following Steve through the store like a puppy. “And by the way, I’ve given up on finding the one, it’s bullshit” Steve sighed.

That’s when the bell rang, a beautiful girl that looked around 20 years old entered the shop. “Y/N!!” Dustin screamed running to the girl. “My god Dusty you’re all grown up I can’t believe this” she giggled while hugging him tight. Steve looked at her with wide eyes when they approached hem. Never in his life did he expect that Dustin Herderson’s sister would look like that, sound so sweet and cause a weird tingling feeling in his stomach. He was shocked, to say the least.

“You never told me your sister was going to be so goddamn hot” he whispered in Dustin’s ear. “Ew dude, calm down with those words” he answered. “You must be the guy who’s been babysitting my little brother,” Y/N smiled. “Um - I-well… you could call it babysitting.. but..” Steve stuttered, making Dustin giggle. “I’m Y/N” you interrupted, reaching out your hand. “I’m Steve, nice to meet you” he smiled back.

***

The more that you say, the less I know.

Wherever you stray, I follow

It became a habit, visiting Steve when he had his break. It almost felt like a dream. The autumn sunshine in the afternoon. You and him picnicking under the tree in the beautiful field hidden behind Family Video. Laughing, touching, teasing. In the last 3 weeks, you two became closer and closer. Other people might say it was easy, Steve liked you and you liked him. Why wouldn’t you start dating? At first sight it all seemed obvious. You saw each other almost every day and it had been a while, since Nancy actually, that Steve had been showing interest in a girl for that long. But it wasn’t that easy. And you didn’t understand it at all. It was like you knew two different boys. Every time you got closer, Steve shut down.

It was a wednesday afternoon when you leaned on the counter, nibbling on some sandwich, staring at the boy you developed the biggest crush on. You both sat in silence. “Steve” you sighed. He didn’t look up. “We need to talk about our conversation from yesterday”. You had asked him on a date the other day, finally finding the courage. You didn’t even need that much confidence since you two already acted like a couple sometimes. He changed the subject immediately after you asked. As if you didn’t already go on some kind of dates when you picnick or pick up Dustin together after school. It left you confused and sad.

“What is there to talk about” he snapped. Your heart sank, surprised by the angry tone in his voice. His eyes filled with guilt immediately after he saw the hurt in his eyes. “If I’m that horrible or just some toy to fix your boredom with, you could just tell me” you responded, turning around to leave and go home to be alone. “No, I’m sorry Y/N, I…” he sighed from behind you. “You what? Tell me” you turned around angrily. Steve didn’t seem to know what to say. A doubtful look plastered his silent face. “That’s what I thought” you said disappointed and he watched you walk away.

***

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Your bedroom was silent, you laying there in your bed, thinking, crying, an ache in your heart. It seemed all very dramatic, you laying there in the dark, not able to fall asleep while the rain splattered on your window. It was almost midnight when you got startled by a silent knock on the glass. Steve stood there. Drenched. You rushed out of your bed to open the window before the boy could fall off the roof or something.

“Steve what are you doing here?! You’re soaked” you were worried, but still angry. “I’m so sorry, it’s just… it’s just so confusing” he said shivering. He looked sad, almost like he’d been crying too but it was hard to see with all the rain on his face. You didn’t answer and grabbed a warm towel from your closet first. “Here” you whispered, putting the soft towel around him, feeling his broad shoulders underneath the material. His features softened when you touched him and he looked comfortable. It was silent, your bodies close. “Why are you here?” You asked softly, trying not to drown in the hazel eyes staring lovingly into yours. You didn’t understand, one moment he snaps at you and acts like there’s nothing between you two. The other moment he looks at you like he’s never been more in love.

“I’m sorry for playing with your feelings.” He sighed. “I really am”.

“Then explain it to me, why?” you whispered while he was toying softly with a lock of hair on your shoulder. Your foreheads almost touched. “I’m scared,” he said with a crack in his voice.

He seemed so vulnerable, you had never seen him like this. Little shivers from the cold, his eyes teary and filled with guilt. You stroked his wet brown locks softly and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. “Come sit on the bed with me” you suggested.

“The thing is.. I-I’m acting so weird because it’s the first time in a long time I felt this way” Steve confessed. “What do you mean? Why is that bad?” You asked. “It makes me scared, I have this terrible feeling, that this will fail, that you will get bored of me eventually and.. it’s not going great at home, I know that’s not an excuse but, I’m.. I..” he stuttered, nervously toying with his fingers. You touched his hands delicately, trying to give him some comfort. “I won’t hurt your feelings like others might have done, if that’s your concern, I promise.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “This is what scares me too, the goddamn tingles I get when you do that” he chuckles, being a little more comfortable. “That’s not a bad thing Stevie. I don’t know the details of what happened with you before, but I can tell you, love is not a bad thing” you said. “Love?” he asked. You nod. “Can I kiss you?” he said, moving closer. “Please”

Wreck my plans

That's my man

Kissing Steve Harrington was one of the best things ever. He was tender, yet passionate. You were laying on your bed now, making out with your legs tangled and your hands in his soft hair. “I could kiss you forever” he sighed while placing soft kisses on your cheek and neck. “So, don’t stop then” you teased. Steve giggled, grabbing your hips and pulling you even closer to him with a soft groan of satisfaction. “Don’t challenge me, baby”.

You fell asleep in his arms that night. Your head on his chest, his chin resting in your hair. His arms were wrapped tightly around you and your one leg was placed on top of his. His warmth and smell made you fall in a deep sleep. Listening to his soft breath. In the arms of your man.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #steve x you #steve harrington fluff #steve #steve stranger things #steve x reader #joe keery #steve harrington angst

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thissugarcane · 2 months

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justin taylor <3

I started writing this in a comment response to a very kind commenter on "swimming with sharks" on ao3, but then realized I was rambling rambling rambling away, so decided to put it here, instead. also it's one of two things I desperately want to fix about the season 5 rewrite which I want to do via "show not tell" (aka I don't want to explicitly say, or have anyone say via dialogue, "this is justin's journey to Discover Himself", but that's what I want to write).

So! The point that I think people sometimes miss (or maybe just don't focus on because usually, he is so self-aware compared to the others) about Justin: he is a teenager. and, like a teenager, he will try on different identities to see what sticks. he's strong and determined and kind and stubborn and god forbid someone tell him to do anything-- but he's also not a fully realized personality. (By the end of the show he is)

this comes out in the way that he mimics people he admires / fucks, throughout the show.

Like, obviously I don't think Justin is as eager to "be shown an identity to mold himself to" (like say, Michael is, for better or worse). But he definitely shows signs of using others around him, that he admires for whatever reason, to try on different identities.

He most obvious: Brian. So season one (and two) he's with Brian (or trying to be with Brian.) And we see him going clubbing / enjoying tricking and public sex and everything that Brian says is important. (I would argue that he does like those things, and I will stand by the idea that, while Justin might want to settle down, I don't think monogamy from his partner is as important as stability and security. But obviously being a club kid is a personality he tries on, and decides isn't exactly who he is.)

Then, he's with Ethan; he leaves The Club Kid Who's Agressively Queer And Proud behind to be With The Young Romantic Musician. And then we see him wearing turtlenecks and Being A Pretentious Art Student. Only, you see signs he doesn't like this particular identity, especially at that one party where he tells Ethan's friend off right before Carnivale. He prefers the atmosphere of Carnivale, even if he doesn't really like either. And I would argue Justin does like some of the things that go with this identity: the bathtub, the romance of eating on the floor in a small cozy hovel.

So he goes back to Brian, and they sort of do their own thing.... until Just 'gets with' Cody. It might not be romantic, but it's a significant relationship at the time. Justin shaves his head and gets off on agression. Would he do this if he weren't struggling with anger management and everything else? We have to assume no, since he, well, doesn't… but at the time, Cody is a personality he tries on, to try and deal with Stuff. *waves hands at PTSD*

When he goes to LA, Justin's 'with' Connor, and we see him go back to tricking and anonymous sex / sex parties, but it's in a suuuper LA way: he's at a rich sex party, he's being dragged to glitzy events, everything is super shallow. And -- I have to tell myself he didn't fuck Connor more than once or I get really sad, so it's just a lil crush that he avoids, sure -- he sounds really disappointed when his "in" to the all-access LA party scene, Connor, is done with him.

So he comes back home to Pittsburgh, and has Brian again... only he isn't sure who he is or, most importantly, who he wants to be. This was the character struggle I would argue the writers gloriously failed to depict in season 5, btw: Justin wanted Brian. He just didn't know who he wanted to be and what he wanted to do, for himself. (By the end of the season, arguably, he'd figured it out: he was determined, and he was strong, and he was a survivor, and he was gonna go be an artist, whatever hardship and slogging through galleries and schmoozing and bullshitting and people he wanted to murder he had to kiss ass. he was going. to. be. an. artist.)

they were just real bad at like. the journey to get there.

#queer as folk #justin taylor #qaf

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munson-blurbs · 2 years

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Hello! If you’re still taking requests, could I request a “3+1” kind of fic with Eddie where it’s the 3 times he tries to woo/impress his crush and the 1 time he succeeds?

Purple Rain

Eddie's flair for the dramatic doesn't bode well when he tries to impress his crush.

Warnings: language, reference to sex but no smut, Jason Carver being a bully

WC: 2.2k

A/N: This is just basically all fluff with a little bit of angst. But there's a happy ending, don't worry! Thank you for the request <3

The First Time

If Eddie's going to graduate this year, he has to actually show up for classes. It's 7:30 AM, but it might as well be the crack of dawn. He has English first period and sluggishly meanders down the hall into the classroom.

"How nice of you to join us today, Mr. Munson," Ms. O'Donnell says with a smirk as Eddie slumps down into his seat. He hears a snicker behind him and swivels around to see you covering your mouth, as if you surprised yourself with your own reaction.

"Something funny?" he whispers. You shake your head, willing a serious expression.

"Okay, folks," O'Donnell announces, "you're going to work with a partner to discuss the symbolism behind the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg from The Great Gatsby."

Before you get a chance to scan the classroom, Eddie plops his book on your desk with a grin. "Hi, partner." He looks at the concert tee you're wearing and points. "Prince fan, huh? Very original."

You exhale and groan inwardly. "Just start," you order, fully expecting him to come up with a bullshit answer.

But Eddie's prepared; not just for class, but to work with you. You always know all the answers, seemingly before O'Donnell even poses the question. Your ex-boyfriend was the valedictorian last year, and he knew he had to step up his game to impress you.

"Wait, I took notes on this," he says, tongue poking out between his lips as he flips through his worn spiral notebook. "A-ha! Here it is." He clears his throat and begins speaking in an exaggerated drawl. "The eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg are like the eyes of God, watching over the characters." He looks up at you proudly.

"Mhm," you agree, taking out a pencil and jotting down his answer. You see his confident smile falter. "What?"

"N-nothing," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Did you expect a whole celebration for actually doing your homework?" you laugh, kind of meanly. You feel bad until you remember the last project where he was your partner. "Partner" was too strong of a word, considering you ended up doing the whole thing alone.

"Wouldn't kill you to say 'good job,'" Eddie mumbles, but you roll your eyes and keep writing.

The Second Time

A few days later, you're munching on a peanut butter sandwich and enjoying a conversation with some of your friends from drama club. The cafeteria is buzzing with excitement about the winter formal tonight, but you're not going. College isn't going to pay for itself, so you've picked up an extra shift at work

"I can't believe you're missing the dance," your friend Kate whines, pouting. "It's our senior year!"

"Just call out from work," agrees Jen, popping a potato chip into her mouth. "'S not like they'll fire their star employee."

You sigh. "Even if I wanted to, I don't have a dress, or shoes, or a date."

"What a surprise--the loser doesn't have a date." You cringe as you hear Jason Carver walking past you with his group of basketball cronies. They're all laughing and high-fiving like he said the funniest thing ever.

You want to shrink into the bench, but Jason only raises his voice.

"C'mon, sweetheart, don't be shy," he taunts. "HEY, EVERYBODY! WHO WANTS TO TAKE HAWKINS HIGH'S NUMBER ONE THEATER NERD TO THE WINTER FORMAL?" he yells, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

"Jason, just stop," you croak, but he either doesn't hear you or simply doesn't care. Your eyes could bore a hole into the ground when you hear the jock mutter, "oh, what the..."

You lift your gaze to see Eddie Munson walk over. Burying your head in your hands, you just pray that you evaporate.

"Hey, fuckface," Eddie snarls, "leave her alone."

Jason snorts. "Look, it's one freak defending another. A match made in loser heaven." He crosses his arms and takes a step towards Eddie, raising his voice. "You gonna take her to the dance tonight, Munson? Maybe bring her back to your dirty little trailer and take her virginity?"

The last thing you want is more eyes on you, but it seems like Eddie doesn't get memo. He stands up on the table and cups his hands around his mouth. "ATTENTION HAWKINS HIGH FACULTY AND STUDENTS! JASON CARVER HAS A TINY LITTLE PENIS AND HAS TO TAKE OUT HIS AGGRESSION ON INNOCENT WOMEN!" He looks down at you, hoping to get your approval, but you've already dashed out of the room and head for the library, leaving your lunch half-eaten. He packs it back up into the brown paper bag and sets off to find you.

The Third Time

You're at your locker, ready to swap out your math books for history, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You see long, curly hair out of the corner of your eye. While you can't say that you're excited to see Eddie, you're relieved that it's not Jason.

"Hey," he says with a small smile, "you, uh, you're a waitress, right?"

"Yup. I work at Benny's," you reply, closing your locker and turning the dial.

"Are you working tonight?"

You shake your head. "Nope, I'm off."

He exhales softly. "Could I ask you for a favor?" He doesn't wait for your response before plunging in, "My band plays The Hideout tonight, but two of the waitstaff called out sick. The manager is gonna close tonight and cancel our gig if he can't find someone."

You look up at him, noting a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You could use the money, so you nod. "What time?"

He beams at you, and you notice how warm his smile is. "Um, he would need you there at 8. The shift would end at midnight, but I can convince him to let you out early, after our set."

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Cool," he shoves his hands in his pockets. "I can pick you up at 7:30, if you want."

"It's okay; I have a car." You refuse to climb into his deathtrap of a van that you can hear rumbling down the street from a mile away.

"Oh, yeah, right," he says sheepishly, blushing, "then I'll see you there."

The Hideout is a hole-in-the-wall dive bar. As you as you enter, you feel the stickiness of old spilled beer tack onto your shoes. The manager is a middle-aged, stout balding man named Cal.

"All right, girly, just take the orders and smile. Maybe show a little cleavage. Y'get bigger tips," Cal instructs. You roll your eyes as he walks away.

Eddie's band, Corroded Coffin, is setting up onstage. It's basically just the Hellfire Club, plus instruments and sans freshmen. You listen to them warm up as you serve watered-down drinks to creepy old men who watch you intently as you walk away. Eddie's keeping an eye on you the whole time, making sure no one tries anything.

When the show begins, you have to admit that Eddie's stage presence is electrifying. He makes playing guitar look easy, though you're sure he spends nearly every waking moment practicing. You offer him a small smile, and he returns it with a wink.

After an hour, they're wrapping up when Eddie takes the mic. "Gonna switch things up a bit here; do a song we haven't performed before. So, uh, take it easy on us." You raise your eyebrows quizzically and he makes direct eye contact with you while playing a familiar tune.

"I never meant to cause you any sorrow I never meant to cause you any pain I only wanted one time to see you laughing I only wanted to see you Laughing in the purple rain"

His voice is sultry, sending chills down your spine. You forget that you're technically on the clock, setting your tray down on the bar and allowing the music to envelop you. That's when you see another waitress walk by, serving a greasy plate of nachos to a wasted customer. And you realize the real reason Eddie wanted you here.

You listen to the rest of the song with a gigantic smile on your face. The other waitress is also watching, practically eye-fucking Eddie. She bounds over to the makeshift stage as soon as their set is over, running a polishing fingernail down his exposed chest and hooking a finger into his belt loop. You tear your eyes away immediately, tears forming in your eyes. How could you be so stupid? Why would Eddie Munson go for you when he has hot groupie waitresses at his beck and call?

You speed-walk over to Cal. "I'm, um, not feeling great," you mumble, and when he cocks an eyebrow, you pull out your secret weapon: "That time of the month." He squirms uncomfortably, which was your goal.

"All right, let me pay you and tip you out," he says, opening the register.

You shake your head. "I'll come back tomorrow," you promise, and push open the door to the parking lot, deeply breathing in the cold winter air.

Eddie, meanwhile, is trying to politely get away from the flirtatious waitress while keeping an eye on you. It seems like he just looks away for a second before you're gone.

"Fuck," he hisses under his breath.

The Fourth Time

You've been going out of your way to avoid talking to Eddie. You even moved your seat in O'Donnell's class, which you played off by telling her you needed to sit closer to the board to see better. To invite you to watch him play one of your favorite songs and then flirt with someone else in front of you? Your heart pangs every time you think about it.

Eddie's all but given up on impressing you. He doesn't understand why you wouldn't hear him out, let him explain that there was nothing going on between him and the waitress. His friends see the change in his demeanor; he's quiet and sullen while he eats his lunch.

"I just don't know what else I can do!" he laments. "I confront Jason for her in front of the whole damn school, I serenade her at my show..." He throws his hands up in defeat.

"Dude," Lucas Sinclair pipes up from his seat, "have you actually tried doing something for her that's, I don't know, not a public spectacle?"

Dustin Henderson nods. "Yeah, I mean, everything doesn't have to be a production. Just...tell her how you feel. Privately," he emphasizes.

Eddie's eyes widen, a plan formulating in his head. "Who has paper and a pen? C'mon, one of you little sheep has to!"

A carefully folded slip of paper falls to the ground when you open your locker after lunch. You open it and read:

Meet me in the drama/Hellfire room right after school. Just you + me, I promise. -E

Your stomach flips. What could he possibly have to say to you? You stuff the note into your pocket; you have three more classes to make up your mind. Hopefully you can figure it out by then.

Eddie's already waiting for you when you walk in the room. It's chilly, and you pull your arms to your chest as you make your way towards him.

"You came," he says, smiling softly. It melts your icy exterior enough for you to drop your hands to your sides.

"I did," you confirm. "What did you want to talk about? Your hook-up with that waitress after the show?" It comes out snarkier than you intended, but you can't take it back now.

For the second time today, Eddie is caught off-guard. "Hook-up with...is that why you've been acting like I'm invisible? Because you think I slept with..." He pushes his hair out of his eyes. "No, I definitely didn't get with her."

A sour taste fills your mouth. "Oh," you manage, feeling both stupid and relieved. "I-I'm sorry. I thought..."

"Did you really think I'd invite you to watch me sing a song I learned just for you and then have sex with some waitress that I barely know?" He laughs gently. "Geez, sweetheart, I'd hoped you thought more of me."

He paces as he talks to you. "The real reason is not because I'm some slimy douchebag, contrary to your opinion," his eyes narrow, but they're still playful, "but because I wanted to impress you."

It's your turn to be stunned. "Why?" you ask dumbly, garnering another chuckle from Eddie.

"Why?" he echoes. "Because you're smart, and sweet, and cute, and call me out on my bullshit, and I wanted to take you on a date."

"You could've just asked me, y'know," you say, toying with the hem of your jacket. "Didn't have to go to all those lengths. You made me work on my day off!" you tease, poking his chest with your finger.

Eddie shrugs. "Okay. Do you want to go on a date with me this Friday? Nothing crazy. Just the two of us, dinner at Enzo's, actually getting to talk to each other?"

You look up at him and smile. "Looks like you finally figured me out. Color me impressed, Munson."

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eddiescorrodedcoffin86 · 2 years

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Ballistic

Part 2: Nightmares

Masterlist

You meet up with a certain metal head for pot

Cheerleader!Harrington!Reader

Warnings: None. It’s not really fluff you’re just buying weed lol. Flirty Eddie. Goofy Eddie. Eddie calls you sweetheart, Princess of Hawkins High, and dollface. Drug Use (Use Responsibly)

If Steve saw you right now he would go absolutely ballistic. You were sitting at Eddie “the freak” Munson’s designated “druggie bench” as your ‘friends’ called it, to buy pot. Usually you got your pot from Steve, and you didn’t know where he got it from but he was starting to get stingy with how much he was willing to hand over so you decided to use some babysitting money you’d saved up to get some, and other than Reefer Rick you’d only known Eddie as the other drug dealer in Hawkins, and since Rick was nearly impossible to find you had to go to Eddie.

When he’d come out of the bathroom to see you standing there he’d been dawned with his usual cocky smirk, seemingly after looking around to see if the basketball hounds had decided to follow you that day, thankfully they were too focused on Chrissy and the other cheerleaders to even notice you’d slipped away. He’d teased you of course, asking where your posse of meatheads was before his eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened his surprise when you asked him for weed. The surprise had melted quickly and had been replaced by that stupid smirk again before he’d told you to meet him by the picnic table in the woods behind the school.

Now, here you were, partially thinking Eddie wouldn’t show as you straightened your cheer top for what seemed like the hundredth time since you sat down five minutes ago. You flinched when you heard a twig snap behind you and spun around, looking off into the woods and squinting when you saw something scamper off, you were just about to wave it off as a squirrel when a loud thunk! sound came from in front of you, simultaneously you could’ve sworn you heard the chime of a clock.

“Jesus!” You spun around quickly, your reaction causing Eddie to jump back a bit in surprise, holding his hands up and chuckling. “Woah. Sorry, dollface.” He smirked and sat at the bench, leaning his elbows on the table. “Y/N Harrington. Buying weed from little ol’ me.” He put a hand against his chest as if he was honored. “And yet I thought your kind despised my kind.”

You rolled her eyes and shifted a little as you glanced back off into the woods, still feeling a little uneasy. Ever since what happened with the Demogorgon and Mind Flayer you’d been on edge, and with these headaches, nightmares, and random nosebleeds you were even worse. “And I thought your kind had the decency to not sneak up on a lady.” You snarked.

Eddie stared at you for a moment, like he was bewildered at the accusation, before throwing himself on the ground with a loud yelp, causing you to jump and huff. “What-“ “you’re totally right!” Eddie exclaimed before you could finish your sentence. You watched as he walked on his knees around the picnic table and grabbed your forearm, your eyes wide as your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “How ungentlemanly of me! To sneak up on a lady of such high stature! Please! Princess Y/N of Hawkins’ High! Will you ever forgive me for such atrocious behavior?!” You blinked rapidly at Eddie’s outburst, huffing a small laugh as you shook your head.

“Oh my god.” You pulled your arm away and shoved his shoulder lightly, laughing as he thumped back against the forest floor. Eddie chuckled and stood up, dusting the crumbled leaves off of his pants before dropping on in front of you. “Seriously, though. I heard you get your stuff from your big bro.” He tilted his head a bit, his hair shifting slightly with the movement.

You shrugged a little. “Usually. But Steve’s getting greedy and he apparently has a problem with being in the same room smoking with me if he provided it? Or something. I don’t know. Some bullshit big brother thing.” You waved your hand a bit and leaned on your hand. Eddie hummed and copied the movement. “Oh, yeah. Totally. Bullshit big brother thing.” He mimicked in his own voice, only a pitch higher as he flicked his wrist just like you had. You couldn’t help but laugh a little, shaking your head and squinting at him a little. He was handsome, you’d never really noticed it before, too fixated on whatever he decided to rant about at lunch or disrupt a pep rally or class with, and if you had to admit it, what he said always made a little sense to you, and you have to admit his delivery is absolutely hilarious.

“You know… I thought you’d be mean and scary.” You laughed a little. “Or at least… different?” You tilted your head. “What do you mean?” Eddie snorted a little as he leaned back to examine you and really understand what you were about to say. Jesus Christ no one ever seemed that interested in what you had to say…

“I don’t know… you’re a lot goofier than I thought.” You laughed softly. “I mean your outbursts are always so… fueled.” You shrugged a little. “It’s nice to see you hyper about something that isn’t some bullshit article about a… pretty interesting sounding game.”

Eddie seemed to perk up a bit at the mention of Dungeons and Dragons and grinned as he leaned forward on his elbows again. “You think Dungeons and Dragons sounds interesting? You? Y/N Harrington?” Your cheeks went pink and you shrugged as you laughed softly. “I don’t know! Maybe not to play… but I’m sure it’s not as bad as the articles and “studies” make it seem. It’s just a fantasy game.”

Eddie hummed and grinned as he leaned back. “Well…” he popped open the lunchbox. “If you were trying to flatter me for a discount… it worked.” He leaned on his hand, fingertips resting on his lips. “I’ll do half an ounce for $15. I’m basically giving it to you, Princess. I’m robbing myself blind.” He smirked a little behind his hand.

You squinted a little and glanced at the lunchbox. “Mhm…. Why?” You asked curiously, more than prepared to give him the full amount even if you weren’t sure what it was.

“Well…. For one, flattery works with me.” Eddie grinned and shrugged. “And for two…” his eyes trailed over you slowly before his eyes found yours again, your breath hitching a bit. “You’re a very, very hard worker. What with your little outfits and your little routines.” The corner of his mouth twitched up. “You deserve a reward… and I’d like for you to come back.”

Was there a double entrendre there? Or are you insane? You’re probably insane. You’re definitely insane. There’s no way Eddie Munson was trying to come into you right now. He just wants your business. That’s all. “I have whatever it costs, Y’know. I’m not trying to-“

“And you aren’t. I am.” Eddie rolled his eyes a bit and dropped the bag in front of you. “Really. $15.” He flashed you that stupid smile of his and your fingers curled tightly around the money in your hand before you nodded and started to count out $15.

While you were counting it blood slipped from your nose and dropped onto your hand, sliding off your hand and finally onto the five in your hand. “Shit-” you brought your hand up to cover your nose.

“Woah.” Eddie’s eyes widened a bit and he got up, pulling the bandana out of his back pocket and sitting next to you, moving your hand and replacing it with the bandana. “You alright?” He frowned deeply as you nodded, giving him a grateful look as he cleaned up your nose, the sun hitting his legendary skull rings and pig ring at just the right angle that it shone into your face but not quite in your eye.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a… stress bleed I guess. Or the pollen or something.” You cleared your throat and extended the $15 to him, to which he slowly took, eyeing you like you would explode or something, letting you finish cleaning your hand and nose.

“Here…” he turned and grabbed a baggie from his pocket, it had about a handful of joints rolled neatly inside. “Calm your nerves before you have to go home to The Hair.” He smirked when he caught you smile behind his bandana, shaking your head as you laughed.

“Fine.” You looked back off into the woods again before looking at Eddie, watching as he lit the joint and took a few drags before passing it to you. You gently plucked the joint from his fingers, blushing a bit at the grin on his face as he leaned on his hand, his head turned to look at you.

You looked at him curiously as you took your own few hits from the joint, cheeks flushing the longer he looked at you. “What..?” You mumbled softly as you handed the joint back, sucking in some extra regular air to try and ease the burn of weed smoke in your lungs.

Eddie grinned and shrugged a little as he hit the joint, running his eyes over your pristine cheerleading uniform, thankfully saved from any blood by how fast you’d both managed to react to the nosebleed. His bandana was curled up in your hand now, forgotten since your nosebleed retreated as fast as it appeared. “Nothing… just a little surprised that you of all people are sitting here buying weed from me.” He hummed softly. “You’re always so… pristine, clean cut, straight arrowed and straight laced.” He handed the joint back, smoke cascading from his mouth as he spoke.

You laughed softly and nudged your white sneaker against his black jeans, shaking your head a little. “An image I have to keep up to remain on the team. Which I’m doing for my mother’s sake so she’ll leave me alone.” You rolled your eyes a bit as you flicked ashes off the joint, watching it burn for a second before bringing it to your lips and taking a hit.

Eddie’s face screwed up into a scowl before he smirked. “And what would Mommy Harrington say if she saw you right now?” He teased, straightening up and sticking his chest out as if he had breasts, flicking his hair over his shoulder as he gasped dramatically. “Y/N Harrington! You step away from that Satan boy right this instant!” He proclaimed in a voice you didn’t know a man could achieve without damaging his vocal chords.

You started laughing hysterically, dropping your head back as your feet kicked a little, for once actually laughing and enjoying yourself, completely unaware that Eddie was looking at you with a completely starstruck look on his face. “Oh my god she probably would.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes as you gave him the joint back, biting your lip. “For the record, I don’t think any of its true.. obviously.”

Eddie grinned widely. “Obviously.” He hummed, the two of you passed the joint until it was burning your fingers, and then he snuffed it out and put it in a container with a few others before putting it back in the black lunchbox and standing up. “Alright, Princess. You need to get to your castle before Stevie starts to worry.” He teased, grabbing the lunchbox and licking his lips slowly.

“Let me give you a ride home. Been a while I’m sure your friends are gone.” He tilted his head a bit, almost like he was hoping you’d say yes. And you almost considered saying no. Almost. It crossed your mind, what if Steve saw you getting out of van? Or getting into it? What if someone else saw and told Steve? Or worse, your parents?

With all this weighing in your mind you shifted and stood up. “Yeah. That’d be great.” You laughed softly and grabbed your bag, following him to his van. The ride was quiet, you looked down at the bandana in your hand, still spotted with your blood, you gripped it tighter and hoped he wouldn’t ask for it back so you could wash it�� and talk to him again before you needed more weed.

You were safe for a while, nosebleed gone, no chiming, and no headache, until, of course, as you neared your house one started right in the middle of your forehead. You closed your eyes tightly and rubbed your forehead as you took a deep breath. When Eddie asked if you were okay you brushed it off, claiming you were fine and it was probably just allergies.

Eddie must’ve shared your concerns about being seen because rather than parking in front of your house he parked across the street and two doors down. “I’ll see you at school, Sweetheart.” His voice was soft, not something you expected, and it made you smile and your cheeks flush before you looked at him.

“See you at school…” you hesitated before leaning forward, pressing one hand against his shoulder as you laid a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, for smoking with me, and the discount… and the.. blood.. thing.” You laughed softly, and before he could respond, maybe ask for his bandana back, you were out of the van and running into the house as it started to sprinkle outside.

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tswwwit · 1 year

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Have a short thing of pointless fluffy bullshit, brought to you by mindlessly going through radio stations while bored and driving.

Dipper catches sight of yellow in the corner of his eye, and starts glaring.

Being caught singing to himself isn’t the worst. Bill’s seen that before, teased him about it before no less - but this time?

This time, he’s not going to get as far as he thinks.

Before Bill can start, he points his toothbrush at his stupid grinning face in the reflection. “Don’t even start.”

“Aw, sapling, look at you! What a massive nerd.” Bill spreads his arms wide, stalking forward. Dipper makes a noncommittal grunt, brushing his teeth again as Bill moves in for the kill. “You weren’t even born when that song came out, and you know it by heart! What’d ya do, wear out Stanley’s old record player in your moodier teen years?”

Augh, Dipper hates it when Bill’s… insightful. Living in the middle of nowhere with spotty internet, the easiest way to get music was by digging through Stan’s old collection.

Anyway, Bill’s taken the wrong tactic. BABBA kind of rules, and Bill’s taste in music - when it’s not way weirder- is way older.

“Ha! Knew it. It figures.” Bill tsks, shaking his head at Dipper in the mirror. “You gotta get out in the world more, kid. Spend less time with some outta touch old man.”

“You can say that again.” Dipper mutters, through foam and brush alike. He spits in the sink, wiping his mouth while his ancient, immortal demon husband makes a face behind him.

“Rude,” Bill responds. He didn’t miss the double-talk; if anything he’s grinning wider. He’s also wrapped his arms around Dipper’s waist, just above the towel. “I’m way more in touch than anyone else you know.”

Technically correct. If you’re into multi-layered conversations. Dipper rolls his eyes anyway.

“I mean it. Don’t. Start.” Dipper jabs the real Bill in the chin with the toothbrush, watching his nose wrinkle up at the foam on his chin. “You’re playing with fire, Bill. I’ll use it.”

“Oh?” The smile is, if anything, more smug. “Go on!”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Why not?” Bill rests his chin in Dipper’s hair, thus sharing the mess. “Go for it, sapling. Let’s see this-”

Dipper doesn’t wait for Bill to finish his taunt. He’s already snagged his phone from the bathroom counter, scrolling through for his perfect retort.

God, he was hoping Bill would open with that, and he has. Now Dipper can use his secret weapon.

“Aha!” Dipper turns around in Bill’s arms, brandishing his evidence right in Bill’s face. “Take that, asshole.”

Bill leans back a bit, eye squinted to get a better look. Dipper guesses he was holding it a little too close.

He takes a second to focus on what Dipper's showing him - then gasps.

“Why, Pine Tree!” Bill exclaims. He sounds scandalized, which is great. And… delighted. Which isn’t really what Dipper was aiming for. “Going around snapping creepy pics of the biggest demon celebs, huh? A real paparazzo.” Bill clasps a palm to his cheek, fluttering his eyelashes. “You pervert.”

“I- What?” Alarmed, Dipper checks the picture he took again.

Shit, right. He had a towel on for his show - but Bill didn’t.

Dipper was so proud of his find, and so used to Bill, that he simply didn’t take it into account. If Bill wasn’t half-turned away in the shot, it’d be completely indecent.

“Okay, shut up. That’s not the point.” And there's another one of those to make - “And we’re married, anyway.”

“How many of these have you got around, huh? A dozen? A hundred?” Bill leans in again, grinning wide. Dipper feels himself turning red, he doesn’t - this was - “Been waiting for me in some tight pants to get a better view of the outline?” The smugness is palpable; Bill’s implying so, so much that’s wrong, and he revels in it. “Lemme know if you need a model for your next-”

“I can hear you in the shower just as well as you hear me,” Dipper interrupts, before Bill can completely change the topic. Though he has to admit, it was a nice try. “I’m not the only one serenading himself, am I?”

Bill’s jaw shuts with a click, and a little huff. Looking annoyed, now that Dipper’s re-railed their conversation.

“I caught you,” Dipper feels a triumphant smile building, he tugs Bill closer by his tie. Let him try and escape now. “Singing pop songs in the shower.”

“Ugh. Sure I was, what’s your point?” Bill shrugs, nonchalant. It’s almost like it barely affects him. “I’ll serenade whoever I like, and lemme tell ya - never met an ungrateful audience for long.”

“Oh yeah? In your own words - ” Dipper tangles his fingers around the tie, smiling now - “What a massive nerd.”

Bill’s nose scrunches up. His eye is narrowed; he’s leaned in close enough to cage Dipper against the sink.

Not that it matters. Dipper’s won this round.

“Takes one to know one, Bill.” Dipper jabs his idiot husband in the chest, with no small amount of pride. “You can’t make fun of me when you do the exact same thing.”

“Sure I can!”

“What?” Dipper gives him a little push, annoyed. Bill certainly doesn’t look like he’s lost; he’d hoped this would deter him longer.

“‘Cause you get embarrassed about your little bathtime ballads.” Bill pats Dipper’s sides, looking pleased. “Have you seen the colors you turn? Look in the mirror sometime, kid. No way I’m missing out on those.”

Ugh. Of course. Stupid Bill; Dipper didn’t think this would stop the teasing, necessarily, but he’d hoped it’d buy him more time. Guess he’s got more of this to look forward to, Bill’s impossibly persistent and he never gives up when he spots a good time to be had.

He turns back around, rolling his eyes. “I need to shave.” Behind him, Bill grins, wide and insane - a bright flash, as a straight razor appears in his hand - “Back off, Sweeney Todd, I’ll do it myself.”

Bill sticks out his tongue, but settles down. He leans up against Dipper’s back as he shaves, eye looking off into the distance as he contemplates something.

Maybe Dipper’s going to hear an earful about this every time Bill catches him - but really. Joke’s on Bill, this time. If he thinks he’s gotten away scot free, he’s got another thing coming.

Bill says he’s not embarrassed about singing in the bath? Well. Dipper has some choice commentary to make about his taste in music. They’ll see who’s turning colors when Dipper teases him right back.

“So! You doing anything this evening?” Dipper glances at him in the mirror again. Bill’s wearing a delighted smile on his face. Like he’s just had an excellent idea, and he’s altogether too pleased with himself. “Just saying, I know a great karaoke bar on the other side of the solar system. Huge playlist. Great drinks! And it’s been a while since I hit up the place.”

Dipper wipes his face, thinking for a moment. Sure, he wasn’t really doing anything. Bill’s warm and close, fingers tapping on his stomach and bouncing slightly on his heels. Waiting for an answer.

“Well, kid? You coming?”

Dipper sighs, and despite himself, starts to smile.

Okay. Maybe he’ll let Bill’s bad taste in music slide for the evening. There’ll be plenty of chances to tease later, and he can’t pick every song.

Who knows? Maybe they’ll find something terrible they both like. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Yeah, alright. Why not.” Dipper relents, and watches Bill beam at him. Feeling squeezed tight, and hearing him start to cackle. He cups a hand over Bill’s, meeting his eye in the mirror. “It’s a date.”

#My brainrot is powerful and severe #Okay I've procrastinated on my other stuff long enough time to get to that #this post basically brought to you by me zoning out while pop songs played on the radio #And somewhere in there Primadonna Bill drifted through my mind #And I went 'well Bill probably has a soft spot for some junky pop music he seems the type'#And the canon Dipper singing to himself in the bathroom #So now you have this idiocy #They both have a very nice date and a couple too many drinks and sloppy makeouts #Good for them #May this make up for the previous angst post slightly #I need a nap and also a snack

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 7 months

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https://youtu.be/MQo2Om2CG-I?si=JQ1fUjTYCCUQ6Hb2 thoughts on this ???

I agree with the general points (duh, it's literally saying "Zutara would have ruined the story if it had happened"), but there are a few things I'd like to give my two cents on:

1 - The "Zutara has chemistry" thing is completely subjective. Some people see it, good for them. I don't. And I don't like that it is always treated as undeniable truth. "They had meaningful moments" and "The writers are not stupid and threw in some bait at the last second because money" do not translate to "These characters have natural, not at all forced romantic chemistry."

2 - The "Avatar Extras" are impossible to take seriously. I don't just mean the Zutara one, I mean nearly every "behind the scenes detail" feels as genuine as J.K. Rowling going on Twitter to share random bullshit she made up and claims was totally part of the original plan to stay relevant. We know the love triangle in the original version of the story was between Aang, Katara and Male!Toph, and that the creators were shocked anyone would ever want Zuko and Katara together. I simply don't believe the "Zutara was totally considered at one point" thing was anything beyond either a prank or Nickelodeon trying to pander.

3 - Yes, a lot of the hate towards Kataang is because Aang is not as "manly" as Zuko, because as I've already said many times, Zutarians might claim to be the "feminist shippers" but they are actually overwhelmingly sexist. However, a lot of it is also stuff like people assuming that enemies to lovers is always inherently better, or that the "bad guy" must ALWAYS be the superior character, or even the childlike mentality of "These people are arguing, therefore they like each other" that pushes people to just not understand that, no, Zutara was never going to be a thing, and that's not bad (I know she kind of addressed it in the end, but I honestly think these points were more responsible for Zutara's unearned praise from the worst corners of the fandom than Aang being a more "delicate" male character)

4 - While I kind of agree that Kataang as a romantic dynamic worked better for the whole theme of Earthly Attachments VS Power/Duty, I do think the purely platonic "But what about my friends?" could have absolutely work too.

5 - A love triangle in ATLA would be worse than average love triangle because *points at Legend of Korra as evidence* Bryke are apparently completely incapable of keeping the actual plot going when there's a love triangle involved. EVERYTHING becomes about the romance, and it just makes every character come accross as deeply unlikeable (seriously, we dodged a major bullet when they decided to cut the whole "Aang and Toph fighting for Katara" deal, my God, imagine the horror!)

6 - I think a lot of the general feeling that Kataang, and other canon ships, "underwhelming" is because ATLA didn't really focus on romance as much as some other shows did. Sure, these plots existed and were important, but let's face it, in plenty of media the romantic plots just take over the whole thing and become the central focus of every action the characters take. This was honestly one of the reasons why the show remained my favorite: the romance has it's place and I get to enjoy it, but I don't have to deal with the frustration of seeing the plot nearly disappear. But for people that seem to only care about characters if they're part of a ship? That's the worst thing ever.

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Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Twenty

The last week has been hell.

I hurt more with each passing day.

I hate myself.

We did the shows in Germany, Austria, and Poland and were now in Ukraine. I tried my hardest to avoid Noah at all cost so that I could work through my thoughts, but this was obviously tricky seeing as I was with him and the rest of the guys practically 24/7. Anytime I'd run into him or catch his eye across the room a piece of my heart would break away. The sadness I would see on his face every time was starting to bleed into his performances, and fans were constantly asking me if we were ok. I always told them we were and that it was just exhaustion from touring, and was always met with relief when they believed me. I cried myself to sleep nightly. Folio always offered to stay up with me so I wasn't alone, but after his confession I didn't want to put him through comforting me when I was crying over another man. Nicholas and Jolly asked questions without actually asking them. They consisted of 'are you feeling alright?' or 'Noah seems off. Is he coming down with something?' to which I always made up a bullshit excuse that I know they didn't believe but would drop it anyways. I heard Nicholas and Noah talking from Noah's closed bedroom door one night in Poland, Nicholas asking Noah what was wrong with us and 'no bullshit answer like Maddie is giving', which caused me to cry once again when I heard the heartbreak in Noah's voice as he explained what happened.

Nicholas gave me an edible that got me high off my ass that night. I slept for sixteen hours.

I sighed as I hummed along to a song playing over my phone while I packed for the show tonight. Ukraine was freezing. And I don't mean like a regular cold winter. I mean like the kind of cold that felt like it was freezing your bones and all the muscles in your body. Granted, it is December, but apparently it isn't even as cold as January gets. I packed a black turtleneck and a pair of dress slack material joggers along with some sleek black sneakers for the show, putting my long black coat on so I could wear it once we left. I had on a hoodie and some sweatpants with my converse and some fuzzy socks, beanie on my still partially wet head. Part of me knew if I stepped outside in the cold with my hair still wet that I would for sure get sick, but the other part of me was too lazy to dry it. Soft thunder rumbled, causing my heart to speed up. The forecast was calling for a storm tonight; nothing too serious but definitely heavy enough to get my anxiety creeping up. I threw my duffel bag over my shoulder and left my room, shutting the door behind me.

"Ready?" Folio questioned as he left the room beside me.

I nodded and slid my hood over my beanie in hopes of shielding my wet hair from outside. I passed Noah's room and a pang shot through my heart as I heard his door open once I was a few steps ahead. It took everything in me not to turn around to run into his arms and just let myself go. I want nothing more than for him to wrap around me and tell me everything would be ok. That he would never hurt me. And that he forgave me for putting him through this.

God, the thought of him resenting me for this eats me up at night.

We arrived to the venue and I made my way backstage as the guys started soundcheck. Matt and the others had already set up the stage, so all that the guys had to do was soundcheck and VIP before the show. I quickly got ready, a chill going through my body as I changed. I fluffed up my waves and threw a messy half up bun into it along with some braids before doing some soft makeup. I walked out of backstage to the front of barricade right as VIP started, waving at a couple fans that greeted me. I looked up as the hair on my neck stood up, seeing Noah staring at me from the stage. I offered a half of a smile and he did the same before turning his attention back to the crowd. They called on a girl with bright blue hair for the next question and she grabbed the mic from security with a smile.

"Not a question, but I just have to say Noah and Maddie are probably the cutest couple I've ever seen. You both seem so happy." She said, thick Ukrainian accent weighing down her words.

A pain shot through my heart as I made eye contact with Noah, chest heavy from her words. He stared at me for awhile longer before forcing a smile to slide onto his face and thank the girl. "Thank you. I'm the luckiest man alive." He said, causing the crowd to let out an echoed aww.

I forced a smile to the crowd before turning my attention to my cuticles, picking at them to ease my anxiety. The second VIP was over I rushed backstage to escape the fans, knowing they would inevitably ask about Noah and me more the second they got my attention. The guys were all changing, blasting music as Folio ran around shirtless and singing as always. Nicholas and Jolly were ensuring they had enough picks for the night and postponing putting their shirts on while Noah was standing in the corner with the mirror and wrapping his hands. I watched him for a few moments, seeing him getting frustrated each time he had to redo a section before deciding to walk over to him and offer my help.

"Can I?" I questioned softly, causing him to slightly jump before looking at me.

His eyes were full of sadness as he looked down at me. He nodded and offered me his hand without a word, eyes boring into me as I tried my hardest to focus on getting the wrap perfect. I finished the hand I was working on before taking his other bare hand into mine, looking into his eyes for a split second before forcing myself to look away. I wrapped his hand up perfectly and grabbed the other one to compare them, making sure they matched. He brought a hand up to grab my chin, pulling my face up so our eyes could meet. My breathing sped up as he stared into my eyes, as if he was staring into the depths of my soul and reading my every thought.

"Maddie." He whispered.

I stared at him awhile longer before taking a step back. "Mmm mmm." I protested, shaking my head.

I walked past him, opening the door that led outside. It was officially pouring outside, the only light coming from the lights outside of the venue. I looked back to see Noah looking at me before making the split decision to swallow my fears and run into the rain. The second the iciness of the cold rain hit me, it felt like my skin was frozen solid and unable to move anymore. I turned my face up towards the sky to let the icy droplets wash over me, chills running throughout my body but not caring about the possibility of getting sick from it.

"Maddie!" Noah yelled from behind me, causing me to spin around. "Come inside, you're going to get sick!" He yelled, voice drowning out from the rain.

I shook my head. "No!" I yelled.

"Maddie!" He yelled, grabbing his jacket from the hook beside the door.

"No!" I yelled again, turning my face back up to the sky.

The door to the venue slammed and I turned to see Noah standing under the awning watching me. "Why are you so stubborn?!" He yelled.

"Because I can be!" I yelled back. I watched him sigh before he stepped out into the rain, pulling his jacket closer to his body. "Noah, stop, you'll get sick!"

He shrugged as he walked further into the rain and closer to me. "If you're sick I'm sick."

"I'm not the touring metal singer." I said, no longer having to yell since he was closer.

"We have a week long break after tonight. I'll be ok." He said, taking another step towards me.

I sighed and chewed on my lip as I looked into his eyes, rain causing his hair to be plastered to his forehead. "I don't know how to do this and I'm fucking scared." I said.

"We can learn together." He said, taking another step.

My brows pinched together. "God, what the fuck is happening to me?"

"What do you mean?" He questioned, his own brows furrowed.

I sighed dramatically and threw my hands up before pushing my hair off my face. "I fucking love you, Noah, that's what I mean!" I yelled, causing his brows to soften and eyes to widen. "I am so disgustingly in love with you that I don't know what to do with myself! And it terrifies me!" I yelled, tears mixing with the heavy rain.

He took two long strides towards me before smashing our lips together, instantly warming my face up. He broke the kiss and I took a deep breath for the first time in what seems like a week, feeling like I finally came up from underwater after holding my breath for a few seconds too long. Our chests heaved as we stared into each others eyes, blinking to keep the rain out of them.

"I fucking love you too, Maddie." He said, causing a stupid grin to slide onto my face.

"You do?" I questioned, causing him to laugh.

He tossed his head back as the laughter shook his body, the sound warming my soul up. "Of course I do, you silly girl. Head over heels, hopelessly in love with you."

I grinned and stood on my tiptoes to push my lips back onto his, wrapping my arms around his midsection as he placed his hands on my face. I pulled back to look into his eyes, the lights from the venue causing them to sparkle. "Not hopeless."

He grinned and kissed me again before the sound of the venue door opening caused us to pull away, the cheers from the guys meeting our ears. We looked at them and laughed, the three of them jumping up and down like kids.

"As happy as we are that you two have finally reconnected, we have a show and would prefer if you didn't drop dead from hypothermia during it!" Nicholas yelled.

We laughed and ran towards the venue door hand in hand, shivers wracking our body as the heat from inside hit us. "Goddamn it is freezing out there." Noah said, wrapping me in his arms as we shivered.

"Well, yea it's already 15 degrees outside without the rain." Jolly said, bringing us towels as Folio and Nicholas brought our bags of clothes to us.

I looked up at the clock and gasped when I saw that they're expected on stage in seven minutes. "Shit, Noah, you gotta dry off and change."

"Good thing I have countless turtlenecks and joggers." He said through chattering teeth, pulling me towards the bathroom so we could change.

I threw my hoodie and joggers back on along with my converse and fuzzy socks as Noah put on a change of clothes that were identical to the ones that were soaked. We made eye contact in the mirror and burst out laughing at our appearances. Noah's hair was sticking up in multiple different directions from him towel drying it and I had black streaks of eyeliner running down my face. I quickly cleaned up my face and reapplied some makeup before turning to leave the bathroom so I could greet the fans.

"Nuhuh." Noah said, grabbing my hand so I would turn back to him.

I chuckled as he pushed his lips onto mine, returning the kiss for a few seconds before pushing him away. "You have a show to perform. We have a free week after for all of this."

He groaned and let me pull away. "Fine." He said, causing me to laugh and open the door. "Hey." He said, halting my movements.

"What?" I questioned, scrunching my hair more with the towel.

He shrugged. "I love you."

I chewed on my lip to hide the wide grin that threatened to explode on my face. "I love you, too."

"AWWWW!" The guys voices came from behind me.

I shook my head with laughter, flipping them off before making my way to the barricade. Multiple fans asked what happened to my earlier outfit and my hair, to which I told them that Noah pulled me into the rain and causing them to all but swoon.

Not a total lie. He pulled emotions out of me that caused me to run into the rain. Same thing.

The entire show Noah was full of pure chaotic and happy energy, jumping off stage to stand on the barricade multiple times. My cheeks were sore from how much I was smiling anytime I wold watch him. It felt as if the crowd could feel the energy shift too. Everyone was having the time of their lives. No one go too hot or injured, they were all safely enjoying themselves and helping those who needed it. By the end of the show I felt like my cheeks were going to fall off my face as I made my way backstage to see the guys. They were all, very loudly might I add, celebrating a good show. I heard the crowd start laughing when they heard them yelling once I opened the backstage door, causing me to laugh as well once I saw the sight in front of me.

They were all stripped down to their underwear. Just underwear and socks.

I crossed my arms as I laughed and watched them. It was as if they reverted back to being children who were told their parents would buy them the toy they wanted. They unapologetically laughed and joked around while Folio jumped up and down in and out of the circle of guys.

"Don't you dare." I sad as soon as Noah's eyes locked onto me. He smirked and slowly started walking towards me. "Noah, I'm already feeling sniffly from the freezing rain. My entire sinus system might drain on you."

His nose scrunched up as he paused, causing me to laugh. "Is this what I get for loving a nurse?"

I laughed and walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his midsection and smacking his ass, causing the guys to hoop and holler. "Too late. You're stuck with me." I said before leaning up on my tiptoes so he would kiss me.

He pressed his lips to mine, causing me to sigh happily.

"Thank God."

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