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privitivium · 2 days

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ok but how about a dom reader whos always busy (workaholic and shi) x an always clingy n touchy sub yan.

like. reader is never at home. and when he finally come back ends up doesn't paying that much attention to yan, sayin 'im too tired' or going to his home office. eventually being followed by yan cause omfg poor boy is basically starving for a little bit of attention. he still declines yan's pleadings tho

then one day this man shows up earlier and completely EAGER for his yan. idk what more can i say. breeding? degradation? daddy kink? dumbification? what could happen when theyre feeling so fucking needy for each other?

(also i love your writing so so much!!!!!!! <3

workaholic male reader, clingy sub yandere ^ rambles. euugh

dumbification works w either imo, reader fucking lover til hes stupid while simultaneously fucking his lover stupid?!

amab//domtop reader/subbot yandere, cw;; breeding, daddy kink, dumbification xd wanna rework this into a more ,,, eloquent fic. soon. have been busy. i really liked this idea so. will do on my own soon.

workaholic you, growing super distant… obviously making your lover paranoid. because what if you're cheating on him? you aren't, of course - he knows that, but he cant stop those kinds of thoughts from popping into his mind…!!! humping your pillow to ease himself while ur at work, watching the camera feed of you in your office… sigh…. often hearing the dreaded words accompanied by a soft simple pat on his back - not even a kiss... "sorry... please, baby, not right now. i'm too tired." he sobs himself to sleep, knowing you're only providing for him,,,, it hurts!!!

all his worries wash away when you arrive home earlier than usual! concerned, but all the more happy to see you appear in the doorway of your home… breathing ragged, looking all dark and mysterious,,,, the mere sight of you looking all deranged makes him hot and bothered. ignoring the way his dick twitches to life, uhmㅡ

"honey? why are you home so early, sweetheart?” draping himself across your front in a very affectionate hug. he couldnt help himself-! and, much to his delight you were not pushing him awayㅡand practically throwing yourself onto him?!?! hh..h.hh...

there you were,,, grasping his face in your hands, pressing your lips against his so hungrilyㅡ “i need youㅡneed you. need you.” expressing your apparent neediness over and over as you bury your face in the crook of his neck ㅡ he was startled, but so fucking eager to comply? feeling the way your boner presses against him? you were that eager for him just as he is you???,,,,, he nearly faints. tearing up with a now raging erectionㅡ “please, baby, i need you - i need you reallyㅡreally badly-” so fucking happy as he completely smothers you in his love,,,

you don't need to tell him twice,,, throwing the front door closed…,,, leading him to the bedroom, covering his face in kissesㅡeven when there was a perfectly good couch right there to make love on. he won't complain,,,, hes gotten used to the null feeling of toys...,,, so, feeling the very loving embrace of your dick filling him up overstimulates him rather.,,, quickly!!! thinking about how truly awful you are to neglect this pretty litte thing, how could you? so, so very awful.

your darling little lover sobbing on your cock… he's so beautiful - experiencing his love and affection for the first time in forever? berating yourself for being so distant,,, pouring all your frustration at yourself into his flexing taut hole,,,, “mm-misssed you… s-so mu-uch daddy-!” he doesn't seem to catch what he just moaned… too drunk on the feeling of your cock pistoning in and out of him - it feels otherwordly?!

and, i mean. going along with it. with ease, because he deserves everything. especially, anything for your darling lover who just wants affection, your love!!! laughing breathlessly as you piston your hips against his, nuzzling your nose into the side of his head - peppering his face in kisses, “daddy's right here, sweet thing - n-never leaving again, y'hear?” it was… a little odd, but fitting. afterall, you're pumping load after load - breeding him. obviously you'd be the daddy in this situation…,,,,

#“clingy touchy yandere”#x male reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x reader #sub yandere x male reader

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de4dlyniightshade · 3 months

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can you do pregnant reader gets angry at post prison reid and baby reid for a stupid reason

꩜ PAIRING: spencer reid x afab!reader

꩜ RATING: none

꩜ WARNINGS/CONTAINS!: none besides mild arguing but not really

A/N: idk how both scenarios ended up with both crying

- post prison reid:

"hey, spence could you come help me move this table?" you called to him as he sat on your shared sofa, book in hand as you put away and organised your little book corner on your own, already mildly annoyed that he hadn't offered to help or put away the books he'd taken out.

"yeah, could it wait 'til i finish this chapter?" his tone was more like he was telling you to wait rather than asking you(to your pregnant mind), which set you off, letting out an irritated sigh as you unceremoniously dropped the book you were holding onto said table, the hard cover creating a loud bang that startled him, his head whipping around in confusion.

"doesn't matter." you huffed, walking away from the table to head to your bedroom, spencer jumping from his seat at your change in demeanour.

"no no, i'll help, sorry" he apologised but you were already on a roll, you'd set your mind to it and that table was staying where it was.

"oh so now you wanna help?" you snapped, turning to glare at him, his wide eyes looking back at you, slightly hurt at your outburst and your bitter tone and he suddenly felt a lump in his throat, you'd never been so hostile with him before and it hurt.

"i-i'm sorry if i- if i did something wrong, please don't be mad at me" he spoke meekly, his voice cracking as he did, lip quivering slightly as he avoided your eyes.

the sight of him upset at your words made your emotions go into overdrive, tears spilling over your waterline almost immediately as you began sobbing hysterically, spencer's eyes becoming massive as he rushed to your side, placing his hand on your back as you stood double over, sobs wracking your body as you spoke nonsense, not a single word intelligible and then spencer understood.

"oh...oh! come on, sit down, shh shh" he spoke softly as he guided you to the sofa to sit down, rubbing your aching back before he quickly fetched you a glass of water, bringing it to and crouching down in front of you as he urged it into your hands.

"just breathe, sweetie" he murmured, rubbing your knee soothingly as you took big gulps of water, taking a few good deep breaths when you were finished.

"that's it, just breathe" spencer encouraged, offering you a sympathetic smile as your breathing evened out eventually, guilt now filling your chest at the realisation of what you did.

"i-i'm so sorry i- i don't know-" you tried to explain, spencer just shushing you and shaking his head, "don't be sorry, it's not your fault, now, you still want that table moved?" he asked sweetly, making you giggle at what silly thing had started the whole argument as you nodded.

- baby reid:

"spence?" you said quietly as you knocked lightly on his office door, not getting a reply back so you peeked in to see him with his nose buried in a file, clearly not having heard you the first time you called his name again, this time louder, nothing.

"spencer." you said more sternly, not taking too kindly to being ignored and when he didn't reply a third time you snapped, turning on your heels and slamming the door so hard you were surprised the whole building didn't shake, which for sure had his attention now.

"i was listening" he said as he opened the door to see you throwing yourself down on the couch in anger, faced away from him to further show how mad you were.

"yeah well try actually acknowledging me." you seethed, not even looking in his direction as you spoke but you could practically feel his puppy eyes in the back of your head and it took all your will not to turn around.

"i-i was just...busy" he spoke quietly, trying to explain himself to a very emotional, very pregnant woman, which was almost impossible, there was no right answer.

"what a surprise." you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes even though he couldn't see you, your tone making his chest tighten with something he hadn't felt before, a dull pain in the back of his throat as he tried to hold back his tears and failed.

"i-i'm sorry" was all he could get out before he got completely choked up, tears streaming down his cheeks as his lip quivered uncontrollably.

the sound of his voice so hurt made you instantly realise your mistake, bringing your hand to your mouth as you turned to see him at the door of his office, fidgeting with his hands as he looked at the floor, his shoulders twitching as he let out silent sobs.

"spencer i'm- i- i didn't mean it" you stuttered as you stood from the couch and made quick strides to him, your heart breaking a little more as he looked up at you with his teary eyes and wet cheeks.

"y-you've never yelled at me before" he whimpered, looking away from you as more tears fell from his eyes and suddenly there were tears streaming down yours too as you pulled him into your arms.

"i'm so sorry, baby, i-i'm just really emotional right now, i'm sorry i took it out on you" you explained softly as you ran your hands up and down his back, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in your neck.

"wh-what did you want to ask me?" he finally said after a few moment of silence, making you remember that you went into his office for a reason, which you then realised was completely stupid and you had to tell him why you got so mad.

"uhm i was gonna ask...if you wanted to go get ice cream" you winced at having to admit it, spencer going silent for a moment before he started giggling into your neck, pulling away to shake his head at you as he continued laughing, "it's not funny!" you scolded, scowling at him.

"i know, i know! i'll get my jacket" he said, holding his hands up in surrender but still laughing to himself.

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aeferfckr · 1 year

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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ୨୧

them bitches you fuckin' with i know they gon' need some practice. so bring 'em along wit' ya i'll teach 'em how to smash ya. when i made a little mess on it he told me to clean my act up ♡

content warnings. nsfw read at your own risk. switch!chara. switch!reader. bondage. teasing. edging. delayed orgasm. petnames (my love, master, my dear, daddy, slut). spanking. overstimulation. (1028 wrds.)

tied him down to my queen bed, tease him just enough to hate me. tied it tight enough, he cant break free. keep him waiting 'til he try~

"m-my love" he stutters as he tests the strength of his restrains "are you sure about this"

"oh, are you having second thoughts?" you ask as you rub his waist, trying to calm his nerves "we could always scrap the idea if you're not comfortable with it"

"n-nothing like that. its just..."

he shifts under your body as you sit on his abdomen, his arms and legs being restrained by silk scarves (you say it's to reduce the rope burn aspect of regular bondage). he has the most perfect view of you, your body being adorned by delecate fabric that wraps around your chest and curves deliciously. he can feel himself getting harder the more he stares.

of course, this doesn't go unnoticed by you. you muse:

"oh, excited are we?~ do you like seeing your lover all dolled up for you?" you run your hand along the very curves he was admiring then back to his body, connecting them even closer than before. running your hands up his torso, you start to lightly rub his nipples, feeling the soft bud raise into a hard one.

he squirms under you due to the stimulation, his mouth letting out breathy moans as you giggle. you feel your stomach filled with arousal, oh you cannot wait to have his cock buried deep within you. but you have to wait, you're the one in charge today and you will savour this moment.

you continued to play with his nipples until he stared to flail his body around, soft whines and a string of drool falls from his lips. you had to stable yourself with his chest as he threatens to throw you off.

"hmmnfh, master, please" he says between whimpers. "i want it"

"want what? you have to use your words or else i don't know what you want" you tease, pinching his hips gently which results in your lover borderline moaning:

"aaaugh master!!~ please touch mmhe"

you chuckle, "of course, my dear"

you reach back to his cock as it floods with his pre cum, the fluid running down his shaft coating it in a nice, thin, layer. you rub the tip with your finger as he lets go the sweetest moans, his hips buck into your fingers chasing the little stimulation he's receiving.

"aww my baby," you coo as you use your free hand to hold his cheek "i'm gonna make you feel real good, m'kay?"

you turn around on his abdomen, purposely showing off the cheeky bottoms of your lingerie as you arch your back and grind against him.

if he wasn't being restricted right now, he would love to squeeze the plush of your ass, spread your cheeks, and finger your sobbing hole. oh, he could just imagine your moans as you ride his fingers, steadily falling apart on just his fingers. however, his thoughts got interrupted when he felt a sharp suck on the tip of his dick.

he practically screams as you roughly jerk him off while sucking harshly at his tip. he thrashes against his restraints as his mind fogged with esctasy. the vibrations you made made shivers go up his spine as he itched closer and closer to his release.

"hmnngh.. i'm gonna!-"

you stop.

this can go one of two ways, we can flip the coin, i'll be your slave. call you "daddy", give me a nickname. i ain't afraid of a little pain~

your little stunt from the week before had your lover beyond pent-up. yes, he got to cum in the end but payback was due and he knew exactly how to do it. he isn't gonna edge you, no, that would be to predictable. he's gonna overstimulate you until you're begging him to stop

"aaugh! daddy, please!"

"please, what baby? you gotta use your words unless i won't understand you"

yoou may be too out of it to realise his comment but it doesn't matter, he's too busy with his fingers in your hole, scissoring and preparing you for his cock while sucking your twitching front.

"f-fuck meeeee" you scream as you grab the sheet of the bed below you, looking for something to ground you.

he lets go of you with a pop as he removes his fingers from you. you sigh as you think he's finally satisfied. you didn't have the time to close your eyes before you got flipped over, ass in the air and lined up perfectly with his cock. he lines himself with your hole, watching it drip with your arousal.

"who's pretty little hole is this?" he asks before slapping your ass.

"y-yours.." you manage to moan out

"yours who?" laying another harsh slap on your butt

"auggh!!~ yours, daddy!!~ your pretty little hole!!" you whimper as he rubs the blooming skin of your behind before going balls deep immediately. a mixture of pleasure, pain, and overstimulation courses through your blood stream as he starts at his merciless pace.

you couldn't even think straight, the only thing your cockdrunk brain could comprehend was the wet slapping sounds created from him thrusting into you, how his heavy balls slapped your most sensitive parts, and how utterly close you were to your nth orgasm of the night.

and by his pattern, you could tell that he was close to

"my good little slut, you make daddy feel shoo good" he says between clenched teeth as he continually smacks your bright red ass.

you couldn't decipher pain from pleasure as your orgasm crashes down hard, your juices squirting all over the bed as your lover finish in you. cum mixing with cum as the both of you crash onto the bed. your body immediately passing out from the pleasure as he catches his breath.

he looks over beside him to see your chest steadily rising and falling, signaling that you were asleep. he puts his hand over his head as he laughs to himself

"the only way to teach a slut, is to treat them like a slut"

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1800-page-not-found · 1 year

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YOUR DOKJA X READERS ARE SO CUTEEEEE. How about a scenario w/ clingy Dokja trying to suppress his clinginess because Jungyeok is forcing him in a side mission but he doesn't want to leave reader's side 😭😭😭

heheeheheheheehheheheheeheclingydokjahehehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheh

im going to use main scenario no.6 (peace land), also, ur a healer

golden retriever boyfriend kim dokja >>

i cant really remember what happened in MS6

Hahhh fuck..he really didn't want to leave you...at times like this, Kim Dokja would be willing to participate, but this changed when he realized you weren't going to participate. "Do I have to?"

"Yes." Yoo Joonghyuk shut down Kim Dokja in an instant. "Hahaha, really..." Kim Dokja mumbled, his hand massaging his forehead along with an annoyed look. This man was really attached to you, ever since you first started officially dating him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

In a secluded space, Kim Dokja ran into your arms as he cuddled his head along the crook of your neck. "[name]..." He mumbled. "Yes Dokja?" you replied, hand combing through his hair softly. "I don't wanna leave you..." You laughed softly and smiled.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to take care of all the injured people. How about this, when you come back, we can cuddle and if you're hurt, I'll heal you alright?" He looked up at you. "Really? You promise?" He spoke eagerly. "Yes, promise." You smiled at him as he kissed you on the lips and smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon it was time to leave. Dokja ran up to you, hugging you tightly. "I don't want to go...*hyuk*" he hiccupped, sobbing slightly dramatically. "Awh, you'll be fine without me, it won't be that long til' you see me again!" You smiled, giving him a peck on the forehead.

In response he stared at you with puppy dog eyes. "W-what?" you put a hand up, blocking him from leaning in closer, blushing. "You didn't kiss me on the lips.." He pouted sadly. If he was a dog, you'd see his ears and tail droop in a very depressed manner.

"Ah-I see!" You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss-on the lips this time. As if it was some high-end magical cure, Dokja instantly became happy again.

Coming out of the tent all prepared, Kim Dokja was fired up and ready to complete the main scenario-whatever it might be. Of course, he wouldn't show his eagerness to anyone but you. This little golden retriever side of him was only accessible to be seen by your eyes. 'Gotta complete this so I can see [name] sooner!', he thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days passed as Kim Dokja missed you even more and more. Ohhhh when will he ever be reunited with you again?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally, after the banquet that was held finished, Dokja could finally be with you again. Transporting back to your world, he opened his eyes and saw your figure waiting for him in the distance. He quickly ran and embraced you in a tight hug. "I missed you so much [name]..." He could finally breath in your scent, feel your hugs, and talk to you again. He honestly didn't care about hiding his clinginess anymore, he just misses you so much (not that he hid it very well anyway).

"You're back! How'd it go? Are you hurt anymore?" You flooded him with questions, eager to see him again. You dragged him in the pop-up medical station that was set for any injured or sick people. "Sit!" You declared, pushing him down on the make-shift bed. You check his temperature, any signs of blood, to the very bone. Even though he was fine, you still gave him a health potion, and also used your own skill to heal him. You guys really were the perfect couple, or at least close enough, considering the whole apocalypse and all.

#kim dokja #kim dokja x reader #kdj x reader #kdj #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint x reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv x reader #manhwa x reader

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pvnks0ul · 10 months

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Mean!riri would definitely be the type to tease you till you're a crying mess(literally)

🚥: (18+) spanking, reader crying alot, really mean!riri obvi, wo-manhandling, (cunt),first time smut writing, and some that I probably missed sawry

Mean!riri hovering over you after positioning you to lay face down propped up on your knees. rubbing over the smooth skin that was showing under your lace panties before grieving you with a loud smack on your bottom.

Pushing your head flush into the pillow if you yelped because she didn't tell you that you could make sounds and then landing another one that stung much worst than the first, on the other cheek as discipline.

all you could do was bite your lip, quickly inhaling your squeal before it'd reach her ears and try not to move so much.

She'd knead the sore skin some more before pulling the panties down just to where the round of your ass ends, her eyes instantly catching onto the sight of slick sticking to each of your inner thighs.

Riri wanted so badly to lick some of that up, she could feel her clit jump as soon as the thought had popped into her head but she resisted solely because she knows how much you'd enjoy that and she doesn't want that right now, so instead she dips a single finger between your lips just long enough to bring up some of your slick until you breathed a little too hard, coming out as a raspy whimper

She tsks and roughly pushes you so that you're completely down with your stomach to the bed before flipping you over, her pointer finger still shiny from your juices. You no longer held back your tears as you stared back up at her through your now curly lashes.

She gripped your face, puffin your cheeks out before shoving her finger in, you welcome it with a small squeak, slowly circling your tongue around the long digit, riri shifts in her boxers letting a grunt fall from her, "you're so fucking nasty, baby."

You moan and let go of her fingers with a disgustingly loud pop, a pathetic little pout settling on your lips at her slight degrading, "I'm sorry."

She could only scoff at your response because the both of you knew you were not and would definitely do it again on command.

mean!riri who leans down to finally connect her plump lips with your softer ones and moaning into the kiss when she gets a taste of you even better when it's on your own lips. Your hands make quick work of grabbing the sides of her face and the back of her head, trying to bring her in closer because you just can't get enough, she'd give you a warning to calm down and if you don't she slaps your thigh telling you to shut up when you let out a screech from the pain, before releasing your lips with a single peck and moving her calloused hands up some more.

Riri teasingly circled the outside of your lips blindsiding you when she hikes your knees up till they hit your bare chest, moving your beyond damp panties to the side, so sh could peak at your leaking cunt

rubbing her palm over your clothed mound so it would hit your clit indirectly and you couldn't get off on it, laughing tauntingly whenever you tried to grab her long fingers and slip them under the band of your underwear, not giving in at all and removing them right away.

And if you whine she'd definitely mock you, something about how if you really wanted her to take care of you then you would be begging instead of crying because, "good girls dont cry 'til they get their way, they work for it." she spat at you with venom, your very last warning to straighten up

Mean!riri who really doesn't even give a fuck if you beg cause she'll taunt you even worse for those too, "you keep saying you want me to touch you, baby but, you not saying where.." she sighs and moves your coils out of your sweaty face, finally peering down with a deeply sad facade, "I won't know if you're really committed to this if you can't do that f'me, mama." she said while shaking her head and looking away like she was willing to stop if you didn't start singing her favorite song.

mean!riri who mutters out a quiet, "fuck it" to herself when she's finally ready to give in and fulfill your wishes, her ego hiking multiple altitudes when you spread your legs without her saying so much as a word to you now, all she had to do was slide your panties all the way off, giving your ankle a little kiss before laying down on her belly and rubbing your thighs, kissing down to your open split, blowing cool air onto your puffy clit which caused you to let out a loud mewl of disapproval "fu-uck please riri" You managed to slur out.

Riri smirked up at you, "mmm...how bad do you want me, baby?" she licked her lips trappin the bottom one inside.

"I want you so so bad, ri baby please-" you sounded surprisingly more desperate than you looked- and you looked like an absolute mess, edges flying up like they were a space x project, lip liner smudged, face stained with ruined mascara from the countless tears cascading down your cheeks due to her relentless teasing, you were such a mess, but to riri you were a pretty mess.

She had you right where she wanted you.

Riri cooed at you before bringing your wet cunt closer to her by pulling the front of your legs, "Of course, mama." She practically growls.

"You know, I'mma take care of you, baby."

Running away now- biiiiiiii

#dominique thorne #riri williams x reader #ironheart x reader #ironheart #riri x you #riri williams #shuriri #riri fic #dominique thorne x reader #𝓴𝓲𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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cluelessatthispoint · 1 year

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tf2 Mercs Babysitting Style

Heavy: He likes kids and has a lot of experience helping his mother to raise his sisters. He dreams of one day starting a family and having one or two children. When babysitting he understands that he is much larger than the child and tries to make himself seem smaller so he doesn't scare them too bad. He is a patient and caring babysitter, but he is a firm believer in following the rules. Candy before dinner? No thank you!

Soldier: Do not let him near your kids. He will give them a buzzcut and bring them raccoons to play with. He means well, he really does, but if you want him to babysit your kids at least ask if Demo can come along as well. Demo can easily tone down the chaos that Soldier brings. Soldier, in general, likes kids, he doesn't have any experience in babysitting but he thinks that it can't be that much different from ordering around troops. Oh, how wrong he is.

Spy: He will leave them in front of the television and walk away. Every now and then he will check in on the kids and make sure that they didn't hurt themselves. Even though he says that he doesn't like kids he will make sure that they eat a delicious and nutritious meal that would put Gordon Ramsey to shame. Being around kids makes him uncomfortable, it makes him think of all the missed opportunities that he could have had with his son growing up.

Sniper: He is used to being alone. His only experience with kids is that he used to be a kid himself. Does the child want food? does the child need water? Does the kid have to go number one? or number two? He doesn't know. One thing is for sure though, that child (if well-behaved) will be kept safe and sound. If the kid is a brat he will leave them with Heavy. He loves to teach the kid how to hunt for food and the perfect way to cook and eat grasshoppers.

Scout: He is pretty much a child himself, he knows that a kid needs food, water, and entertainment in order to be happy and healthy. He will be very awkward around the child at first. He tries to show off how confident he is, but the kid will not be fooled; even a baby can see through his false bravado. He starts off with comics and magazines, then the T.V. when that doesn't work he makes the kid a sandwich and takes them outside to play some catch. The child will have the most fun with Scout, but Scout will be panicking the whole time.

Pyro: He likes kids, heck! He loves spending time with them, but if on the off chance you want your kid to end up crispier than a burnt piece of texas toast please consider leaving your child with Heavy or even Soldier.

Demoman: He is a little concerned about being a babysitter. He is a demolition expert, he builds bombs for a living! Even a child at first glance could probably tell that he is as drunk as a skunk. Still, he has that "friendly" atmosphere about himself. Since he makes bombs for a living his hands are extremely dexterous. He knows how much pressure to apply to a child's hand for a handshake and he knows how to apply band-aids the correct way. Does he like babysitting? Not as much as he likes to blow things up. Will he ever consider babysitting in the future? he might, he is a DeGroot! And DeGroots like having multiple jobs! Besides, deep down he really is a softie.

Medic: Is one of the last people that should even be near a child. He has a lot of knowledge of childcare and knows what to do if they're sick, or it they got hurt. But emotionally... not so much. He's very desensitized to gore and forgets that most normal people much less children can handle the sight of blood. He will probably ask the child to help retrieve something from the fridge and eventually scar them for life with all the various organs he has mixed in with the canned drinks. Does he like kids? he thinks that they are okay. He has no patience for them really. But if Heavy and Medic were trusted to take care of the child, then they will work together to make the child feel safe, loved, and comforted til their parents come back.

Engineer: He has a lot of dangerous doo-hickeys in his workshop, so a day in there is a no-no. He will gladly keep the child entertained with stories of his youth or old folktales that his Grandfather used to tell him back when he was a little boy. If stories don't do the trick, then perhaps a song or two on his trusty guitar might pique the child's interest. He tries to form a bond with the child by building with Legos or building blocks. If the kid suggests building a pillow fort then Engie will always be free to babysit whenever you're busy. He will teach the child how to build the most effective pillow fort, capable of withstanding strong winds, loud noises, and Soldier's raccoon attacks.

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markantonys · 2 months

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Someone on Twitter:

"Have we even had a scene showcasing Rand's potential/ power? Neither the Eye of the World nor the "battle“ with Ishamael felt like Rand's accomplishments I think."

I'm tired. 1. The Eye absolutely counts. 2. Okay I was underwhelmed with the Ishy battle I wanted it to be more flashy cause that was supposed to be his declaring himself Dragon moment and that definitely didn't land for me because of that. 3. Did Turak and his soldiers not count? That was brutal and efficient and definitely shows his potential imo. Rand doesn't even reach the same power levels that he does at the Eye bookwise til at least Knife of Dreams so like...I think people need to chill

man i'm so tired of people who have no idea how power progression is supposed to work lmao if they want rand to be having flashy big showdowns in the first 2 seasons then they'd better be prepared for him to feel stagnant and/or like a letdown in future seasons 🤷 you just know they'd be going "but why isn't rand able to do X in this season when he could do it LAST season?" if the show did exactly what the early books did in constantly giving rand a big blowout moment at the end of one book and then resetting him to being a helpless baby channeler at the start of the next one.

as for his ishy showdown not being ~flashy~ enough or not being ~his moment~, that's literally the point. it's a pyrrhic victory for rand - he was able to defeat ishy, but absolutely would not have been capable of it without his friends & moiraine assisting him (and risking their own lives to assist him, at that), and i'm sure he's very aware of this. this will motivate him to be desperate enough to improve his channeling skills that he's willing to get training from a forsaken. simple as that. if he was already skilled enough to have a big exciting moment of self-obtained victory in 2x08, then why would he need asmodean to train him in s3? audiences wouldn't buy him being desperate enough to resort to something so drastic.

especially since the show has upped the threat level of the forsaken massively and is actually making them frightening villains. book!asmodean is sad wet and pathetic for all of his onscreen-time despite his evil backstory, so it doesn't feel that risky for rand to take him as a teacher, but if show!asmodean is made more competent & scary in the same way as ishy, lanfear, and moggy (based on her one scene) have been, then that means rand is taking a much bigger risk in the eyes of the audience and we thus need a much stronger reason to believe he would be wiling to take such a risk. rand needs to consistently fail in the early seasons so that he's motivated to improve his skills by any means necessary in s3, same as how nynaeve needs to consistently fail so that she's motivated to break her block by any means necessary. basic cause and effect here, people! basic character progression! characters need to fail so that they can grow, and people who do not understand this have no business criticizing the storytellers who do understand it (not directing this at you here anon haha just at the annoying crew whining about rand and nynaeve Not Getting To Succeed At Anything).

"bUt EgWeNE-" egwene is not the same character as rand, and thus is not developing at the exact same rate as rand, and thus is allowed to have her victories whenever it suits HER progression, even if rand hasn't gotten his victories yet. egwene's victory came in 2x08 because s2 is when her biggest formative storyline of the early books occurs, whereas in s3/TSR she takes a step back while rand comes to greater prominence with HIS biggest formative storyline of the early books. and egwene sure as hell had her share of failures in s2 before getting her victory, just the same as rand even if he needs to cook a little longer before getting his own victories.

#anonymous #answered #wot book spoilers

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Ralph leaned in close and whispered, "We are going to make love in every single room."

"Ralph, that'll take until Christmas!"

"So be it," he laughed.

It took 44 days.

There wasn't really a lot else to do.

Neither of you had any complaints.

When you'd arrived that first day, the skeleton staff had greeted you, taken your bags up to the bedroom Ralph specified, and escorted you to a lovely lunch on the terrace. You ate quickly, both because of the appetites you'd worked up and your desire to stretch your legs after your long journey.

After refueling, you went for a walk around the grounds. This place put the green of the park to shame. Manicured shrubs lined the path winding around the freshly trimmed lawn. The flowers smelled like heaven. A large fountain topped by a cherub squirted water in every direction. There was even a sparkling pond in the distance. You suddenly felt very small… and very tired. The sleepless night, the long car ride, the wonderful lunch, and the overwhelming openness all caught up to you at once.

"Shall we continue with the indoor tour?" Ralph asks with a pathetic attempt at enthusiasm, as the terrace came back into sight. You look over and catch him trying to stifle a yawn with the hand that's not holding yours.

"Of course! Shall we race back to the house?"

He looks down at you with a panicked expression that you have to laugh at. He tries to feign a look of annoyance, realizing you're only playing with him, but you see right through him.

"Maybe you could give me a tour of our bedroom, and then we can call it a day?"

Ralph nods, a few times too many, and picks up the pace. He leads you back to the house and through a labyrinth of doors and stairs and hallways. You make a mental note to never get separated from him, because you could easily get lost in this place and never find your way out.

Finally, you enter a room with a four-poster bed, which Ralph immediately flops on face-first, leaving his feet hanging off the side. You take a second to look around the room, then kick off your shoes and crawl onto the bed next to him. Planting an elbow on the soft bedspread and propping up your tired head, you reach out with your other hand to rub Ralph's back. He moans and scoots closer to you.

"Ralph, if we don't get undressed right now, we're going to fall asleep in these clothes."

He mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"Come on, snugglepup, I'll help you," you offer with a pat to his shoulder, dragging yourself off the bed. Ralph doesn't move. You untie his shoes, which is a little difficult from this downward angle, and pull them off for him. You speak his name, but he still won't move. You grab his ankles and give your best yank.

He yelps and claws desperately at the bedspread, despite the fact that you'd barely moved him.

"Come on," you laugh. "Clothes off. You'll thank me later."

The big baby you married flips over and unbuttons his trousers with a grumble, still refusing to get up. You tug them off by the legs as he lifts his rear, then fold them and set them aside. Ralph unbuttons his shirt as you shed your dress, then you help him pull that off as well.

After what feels like far too long, you're both in your underthings and under the covers, with the intention of sleeping until dinner.

You slept 'til breakfast.

You quickly fell into a most wonderful routine.

You'd wake up when you felt like it, ring for breakfast, and eat in bed. After getting dressed, you'd explore. Ralph led you through the entire house and showed you each room in those first few days, but given your desire to know each room a little more intimately, most of them required a second (or third) look.

You'd decided to bypass the servants' quarters, thinking it best not to invade their space with your marital shenanigans.

The same couldn't be said for Victoria's bedroom.

Or the bedroom of Ralph's least favorite grandmother.

In the early afternoon, you'd have lunch on the terrace, when the weather allowed. When it didn't, you'd spread a blanket on the floor and have a picnic indoors. A nap often followed lunch. It was a lazy kind of life you were living, and you loved every second of it.

You'd eaten exactly one meal in the dining hall. Every clink of the fork had echoed throughout the ridiculously large room. Every laugh bounced back. Every whisper was amplified. From then on, the staff brought your dinner to a cozy room on the second floor with large windows overlooking the pond. You much preferred a tiny table for two over the monstrosity in the formal dining room… although you'd found a better use for that table as you checked rooms off your list.

Ralph had brought his ukulele with him, and liked playing after dinner. You loved listening to him, and cheering him on. You adored the goofy grin he'd get after you clapped and asked for an encore, or quoted your favorite part back to him. He had a talent for writing silly little songs about what you'd done that day. You wished you'd thought to start writing down the lyrics sooner, because you'd both forget everything but a line or two by morning. (Even though most of his lyrics would be deemed inappropriate and scandalous to anyone but the two of you.)

When you weren't sleeping, lounging, or checking rooms off of your list, you explored. You found hidden passageways inside, and trails outside the manicured lawns. There were several game rooms, and an impressively stocked library that you spent a fair amount of time in. There was no room for boredom with Ralph Penbury around. You enjoyed every minute of your time together, even when you were just reading aloud to each other or watching the swans swim on the pond.

You'd heard tales of people spending too much time together. Getting to know each other too well. But you wanted to know everything about Ralph, and he wanted to know everything about you. You'd had a wonderful start, with all that time alone in the park, but you became experts on each other during your honeymoon.

You learned that he liked watching the swans from a distance, but was terrified to get too close, because one had chased him all the way from the pond to the back steps as a child. You learned that he loved wine, but wouldn't eat grapes unless you fed them to him. (You didn't mind this a bit.) You learned that Ralph looked absolutely breathtaking with a beard, but had been hesitant to grow one because of his sister. You learned just how insecure and eager to please he was, and vowed to spend the rest of your life reassuring him and encouraging him to do things that made him happy. You learned what it was like to be so consumed by love, you wouldn't know how to breathe without it. And you hoped you'd never have to.

Ralph learned a lot too. He learned that you loved to hold him as much as he loved to hold you. He learned that you were afraid of mice, but preferred that they were relocated rather than killed. (The staff was not amused at this request, but Ralph adored you for it.) He learned that you hated wearing hats, because your mother had once stabbed you with a hat pin, and you weren't entirely convinced it was an accident. And perhaps most importantly, he learned what it felt like to be loved for who he was. So many of the things he'd always been mocked or chastised for, you encouraged. You admired his musical talents. You loved laughing and talking and playing games with him. Even when you were playing against each other, it still felt like you were on the same side. You listened to him, and made him feel like everything he had to say was worthwhile; you acknowledged every one of his little observations throughout the day, no matter how random, and often had a thought of your own to add. You told him that you loved him no matter what, and he believed you. He truly did.

You adored waking up next to Ralph.

He was always handsome. But first thing in the morning? You didn't think you'd ever get used to this. His eyes seemed lighter somehow, and his hair was always a beautiful mess. His voice in the morning was deep and gravelly, and every time he spoke, you felt it vibrate through your entire body. And he was warm. So warm. Even when you'd drifted apart during the night, you could feel his warmth and know he was still there without even opening your eyes.

But you quite enjoyed opening your eyes in the morning now. No more unhappy groans as Nancy ripped your curtains open and blinded you with sunlight and dragged you out of bed for the early breakfast your mother insisted on. Here, with just the two of you, you could stay in bed all day if you wanted. And some days, you did.

You and Ralph always woke up within a few minutes of each other, as if you could sense that the other needed company. You'd greet each other with a sleepy smile and a morning kiss. Sometimes he'd pull you closer and you'd fall back asleep together. Sometimes you engaged in other activities first. Once, you'd repeated the process until lunchtime, skipping breakfast entirely. That was a good day.

Today was… not shaping up to be a good day.

Ralph woke with a gasp just before sunrise, and sat up straight to catch his breath. Having been jostled from your slumber by his sudden movement, you sit beside him and place a comforting hand on his back.

"What's up, pup?"

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"I dreamt that Victoria was here."

You let out a sleepy chuckle. "It could be worse, I suppose." He tilts his head to look at you. "We could've suffered a dream visit from our mothers." He cracks a grin, shakes his head, and lets himself fall backward onto his pillow.

Ralph extends an arm and guides you to him. You rest your head on his chest and drape an arm across him, drifting back to sleep with a smile as he plays with your hair.

A few hours later, a loud rumble rouses you from your sleep. Blinking in confusion, you soon realize it's Ralph's stomach. You lift your head from his chest and look up at him with a grin, but he's staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Ralph? Are you alright?"

He snaps out of it and looks down at you with a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"I'm fine. Ready for breakfast?"

The bell is rung and the food is delivered. Ralph seems a little more like himself with a full belly.

"What shall we do today, my wonderful wife?" he asks, leaning back against the pillows, fingers laced behind his head. You take this as an invitation to return to his chest, and he quickly drops an arm to stroke up and down your back.

"I don't know, my handsome husband, what did you have in mind?" you countered.

"I think there's a secret passageway somewhere in the drawing room on the third floor that we could look for."

Before you can respond that yes, this sounds like a great idea, you hear the honking of a horn. You look up at Ralph, who shares your confusion. You hadn't heard a thing except wild animals and the occasional chatter from the staff while you were here.

Ralph carefully extracts himself from your grasp and walks to the window, which he promptly bangs his head on. You crawl out of bed and join him as the horns grow closer.

Three cars, packed full of people, are barreling down the drive.

"Victoria?"

"Victoria," Ralph groans.

You both dress quickly and head downstairs. Ralph stomps down the grand staircase, you trail behind, hurrying to keep up with his long strides. You've never seen him this angry before.

Ralph flings the front door open and marches out to meet his sister, who is pointing out things to the friends who are slowly pouring out of the cars like clowns at the circus.

"Ralph, what are you doing here? And what is that on your face?"

You can't hear Ralph's side of the conversation, but you give Victoria an awkward wave when she looks over at you, then lean against the door frame. Soon, a fuming Ralph returns to you and grabs your hand, pulling you back upstairs without a word. You look over your shoulder at the people coming in, and the two maids watching Victoria and her unexpected arrivals with panic in their eyes.

Back inside the bedroom you'd claimed, Ralph slams the door and kicks it with a pained grunt. You sit on the bed and wait for him to collect himself. When he finally turns around, his anger has turned to despair. He walks to you, utterly defeated, and falls to his knees in front of you. He buries his face in your lap, bringing his arms around your hips in a strange hug.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. One of your hands comes to rest on his shoulder, and the other begins stroking his hair. It had grown considerably during your time here, now that he didn't have a barber around the corner to visit twice a month. You had trouble keeping your hands out of it, now that there was more of it to play with, but Ralph didn't seem to mind at all.

"It's alright, love."

"I had no idea they were coming. Or why they did. Victoria hasn't been here since our 18th birthday."

"It's not your fault, pup."

"My sister has ruined our honeymoon."

"Ralph, we've been here for nearly two months. If things had continued being so perfect, we might never have left."

"That was the plan."

You chuckled, tracing the shell of his ear with your fingertip. He sighs happily, and then his eyes pop open.

"Victoria is going to tell our mothers where we are."

"They were bound to find out eventually."

"They're going to know we lied. There was no cruise. Your mother is going to hate me more than she already does."

"Then I'll just have to love you more to make up for it."

"How are you being so calm about this?" He finally raises his head to look at you.

"Ralph, we're married. What are they going to do, tell us we can't see each other anymore?" You give him a smile, but he still looks worried. You move a hand to cup his jaw, stroking his cheek with your thumb in reassurance. "You are mine, and I am yours, and no one can take that away from us."

You tuck a lock of hair behind his ear, and his eyes begin to tear up. He buries his face in your lap again to hide it. You resume stroking his hair, until he heaves another sigh.

"Time to go home?" he mumbles.

"Home is wherever we're together."

A loud crash comes from nearby, followed by a shrill laugh.

"But perhaps we should return to the city for awhile. Enjoy a bit of peace and quiet," you joke.

Ralph smiles weakly and gives you a nod.

"One more night?"

"Maybe two? I can think of a few rooms we should try to revisit before they get trashed."

This seems to perk him up.

The return trip wasn't as somber as you thought it would be. Ralph pointed out some things you'd missed on the first part of the trip, such as the field of sheep that had once gotten loose and wandered all over the Penbury property. Victoria was still terrified of them. You stored this information for later.

About halfway through your journey, Ralph spotted a restaurant with tiny tables outside. He asked the driver to stop, and you had a wonderful lunch together in the sunshine. One last hurrah before returning to real life, you assumed. You didn't mind. You knew you'd have to go back eventually. London is where your lives were, where your families were. Honeymoons don't last forever. You knew this. But still, you couldn't help but savor every last second of your time alone with the love of your life.

Ralph seemed to have the same idea. He ordered three different desserts to sample, then insisted on coffee. Your lunch had lasted nearly two hours. Finally, Ralph couldn't put off the inevitable any longer. You returned to the car, and the journey continued.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed, you were back in front of Penbury House. Ralph helped you out of the car, and as you stood there stretching your legs, the front door opened and Langley came scrambling out to fetch your bags. Like he'd been expecting you.

Ralph took your hand, and with a sigh, you started up the front steps. When you reached the door, you heard two familiar voices yelling on the other side of it. Your mothers, of course. It seems Victoria had indeed spread the news of your hiding place at her earliest convenience. You'd have to remember to thank her for this.

"I don't suppose you have any other forgotten family properties we could hide out in?" you ask with a smirk.

"No, but I thought we might begin looking for a place of our own tomorrow."

"Tomorrow can't come soon enough," you half-joke, looking up at him with a wink. Ralph smiles and leans down for one last kiss before your honeymoon officially ends, somehow knowing how to make time stand still just when you need it the most. When he pulls away, he tucks a stray hair behind your ear and straightens his lapels, standing tall like he's suddenly acquired the confidence to face your families.

"Well, my darling wife, as we go now to face whatever hell awaits us on the other side of this door... please know this has been the best month and a half of my life, and that I loved you 'til the very end."

"Was it worth it, my dear husband?"

"Absolutely."

#writings of despair #ralph is worth it #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

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scarfacemarston · 7 months

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saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

Have a good day/night

Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home. His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together.

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language.

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done.

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

#fenris x hawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris x m!hawke #fenris x f!hawke #Dragon age Fenris #fenris dragon age #marian hawke #garrett hawke #varric tethras #dragon age isabela #dragon age merrill #aveline vallen #dragon age anders #da2 #dragon age 2

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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Somewhere (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Warnings: Season 4 Spoilers, Character Death, Angst, Fluff, Description of Blood and Injury, Brief mentions of a Character Throwing up, Smut ( pv unprotected) (But in a heartfelt emotional way), Hospital Refrence, Cursing, Refrences to People Thinking Eddie is a Satanist, Pregnancy Refrences

Summary: Eddie knows he doesn't have much time left. Instead of spending it struggling in a hospital, he decides to stay with you. Being loved and held right 'til the end.

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. Requests are open!)

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Your whole body was trembling as you held him, blood and grime soaked through his Hellfire shirt. He cradled your face, smiling up at you with blood stained lips. How Dustin had managed to get him back through the gate, you had no idea, but you didn't care. He was here. He was safe now.

"We-..." sobs rattled you. Eddie hushed you lovingly, stroking your cheek as he looked up at you with heavy eyes. "We've gotta call an ambulance."

"No." Eddie cooed with a sad smile. "No baby. It's too late for that. 's not why I came back."

"Eds you're bleeding out. You're-"

"I'm not gonna spend my last hours in a hospital, babe. Came back to be with you."

"D-Don't say that please don't say that-" You begged, your whole body crumpling. Eddie gave you a sad smile, hushing you lovingly.

"Look at me." You scrubbed at your eyes, but he moved your hand away from your face. "Look at me, pretty girl."

Your eyes burnt. His features were blurred with tears as you tried to pull yourself together for him.

"There's not much time left, huh? I don't want to die in a hospital bed. Don't want to die all covered in tubes and full of drugs."

"Eddie-" You couldn't form words.

"I know, princess". He brushed your tears away with his thumb, accidentally smudging dirt over your cheek. "Let's go home, babe. Is that ok? I'll take care of you and you'll take care of me...we'll do this together." You bit your lip, ignoring the churning of your stomach and the cries threatening to escape your throat. You nodded, sniffling, and he smiled so big at you that you can't help but let out another sob, kissing his forehead.

You let Dustin help Eddie to the car, giving them the opportunity to say their goodbyes. It also gave you the opportunity to empty your stomach into the bushes without Eddie noticing. Dustin brought you some water to wash your mouth out before you returned to the van.

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You played Eddie's music for him on the car ride home, holding his hand loosely as he sang along croakily and softly.

"Y/N." He cooed, pressing a kiss to your hand. "Will it hurt you to know? All of the things I wanted to do with you?"

You blinked back tears again, trying to find the courage to meet his eyes, which you just knew were filled with so much love.

"It makes me happy to think about them." He hummed. "Thought maybe they'd make you happy too. When I'm-"

"Tell me about us, Eds. What are we going to do, hm? Once you graduate." You met his tired eyes and he smiled at you sleepily. Your chest ached. God, your beautiful boy. Not your beautiful boy.

"I'm gonna put a ring on your finger. Snatch you up and make you all mine." He chuckled softly, "Save up and buy you a huge white dress."

You swallowed thickly, "Yeah? Didn't think you'd be one for a big wedding."

"Nah, I'm showing you off to all of Hawkins, babe." You smiled at him, wiping your tears, and he grinned so brightly back at you that it almost made you forget he was hurt.

"Then what?"

He choked a little, making your heart stop momentarily, but then took a labored breath and continued. "Then we get the hell out of here. Move somewhere with more than one goddamn stop light." He joked. "And a few less angry hicks would be nice too, huh?" He smiled to himself, thoughtfully. "I'll get you out of that shitty apartment and buy you a house. One we can fill up with a million little Munsons. Start an army."

You laughed, which makes Eddie feel very accomplished. He grinned at the sound. "A million?"

"Give or take a few!"

You smiled so lovingly at him as you put the car in park in the driveway, unbuckling your seat belt to kiss him. He nuzzled against your nose needily, groaning. "We're getting started now, huh?" He hummed against your lips.

You laughed, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I love you." Your expression crumbled a little at the words and you gave a soft sob.

"Hey..." he brushed away your tears, kissing your nose softly. "I love you too, ok? Always. Forever and always and then for a hundred years after that."

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Eddie gritted his teeth, refusing to reveal to you that he was in pain in any way as you helped him into the apartment.

You led him to the bathroom, helping him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet as you pulled off his grimy clothes. Eventually, you gave in, grabbing a pair of scissors from your first aid kit. You couldn't keep trying to maneuver him out of the fabric anymore. Not when he was bleeding both externally and internally. You were so hesitant to cut off his Hellfire shirt, pausing as you held your scissors to the collar of it. He laughed softly, his eyes growing more droopy by the minute. "Just cut it off, babe. It's ok."

You mustered your strength and snipped the fabric, ripping through it quickly to free him of it before doing the same with his jeans. It took everything in you not to get sick again when you saw his shredded chest. You gave a sob, despite your attempts to abort the sound, and broke into tears again. Eddie's heart broke. "Hey no no no no shhh 's alright. I've got you. You're ok, sweetheart. I've got you." You gathered yourself a little, whimpering an apology. "No, baby, hey...I'm sorry. I didn't think, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's just...I should've b-been there. Should've kept you safe."

"You are here, silly. You're keeping me safe right now. Taking such good care of me. That's all that matters."

He held you there in his arms for a long while before you finally forced yourself to run him a bath. " 'm gonna take care of you." You promised, rubbing your eyes. "Gonna make you feel better, Eds. I swear it."

"Hey..." He smiled at you as you turn back to face him. "Already done, baby doll."

He groaned blissfully as you helped him crawl into the bath, the water immediately turning dark with blood and dirt. You washed him of most of it carefully with a rag and drained the filthy water before filling the tub again.

"Christ, I've never been so grateful for this tiny, shitty bathtub before in my life."

You giggled at him as you poured water through his messy curls, grabbing his shampoo. He moaned softly as you worked it into his hair, your nails dragging over his scalp in a heavenly way. "I love you so much." He whispered, eyes fluttering shut as you worked. You kissed him, and he smiled against your lips.

You towelled his hair off when he was done, being careful not to hurt his chest or tummy as you gently dried him.

He was pale. Very pale. The bath water was pink by the time you'd drained it again and you knew deep in your stomach there wasn't much time left. You held the majority of his weight as you helped him limp to the bedroom. He was able to pull on a pair of boxers, but you could see him growing dizzy and clammy even from that, and quickly laid him in bed.

" 'm c-cold." He shivered as you brushed his damp bangs from his face. You curled up beside him, tucking a comforter around his body as you held him. He was blinking back the sinking of his eyelids now and it made a knot form in your throat. "Y/N."

"Yes, baby..."

"You've got to leave me, ok? Once I'm gone."

"Eddie-"

His grip around your waist, tightened. "I'll be alright, princess. I promise. But you've got to go. You've-" he coughed raggedly and your stomach churned. His voice was getting shakey and faint. "You've got to get out of here. You can't let them think you're part of this. They...if they find me alone they'll think it was some kind of satanist suicide ritual but you can't be here. I can't take you down with me."

You nodded, unwilling to argue with him or upset him. Not now. You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheek.

"That's my girl." He smiled an Eddie smile, pulling you in for a kiss. "My girl. Always my girl." You kissed him desperately, though gently, and he held you as close to him as his hands trailed over your skin. "I have a dying wish." He croaked softly against your lips. His hand trailing to your waist and down across your thigh to pull your knee over his hips, guiding you to straddle him.

"Eds-"

"Let me feel you. Please, let me feel you. Just one more time."

So you straddled him.

You'd never forget the soft sounds that left his lips as you, ever so carefully, rocked your hips against his. A taste of heaven, Eddie thought. One last taste of heaven before I'm sent to hell. He held you so close, his hands sliding up your back as he finished, his breathing heavy as he pressed soft, weak kisses down your neck. His heat filled your belly so perfectly, slowly spilling out between your thighs as you pulled his boxers back up as best you could, seeing as he refused to let you go. "I love you." He whispered, his breathing struggling to even out. "I love you f-forever. Even when your eighty years old and you've got great grand children I'll still be loving you. S-Somewhere out there."

His hands trembled. Swallowing his own fear as his vision blurred. He cradled your face, dragging his thumb over your cheek as you let tears spill. "I'll always r-remember...I'll always remember when Eddie Munson was mine." You sob, kissing his forehead.

"I was always yours." You could barely hear it, now. A lazy, sleepy smile adorning his pretty face.

"Don't go." You begged him. "Please, Eddie...keep your eyes open. Please." He blinked rapidly, holding your hand.

" 'm tired, baby."

"I know...I know, Eds. I-..." His hand sunk a little from where he held your face, but you didn't let it, cradling it to your cheek.

"It's time for me to....to sleep. Just need a nap. I'm sleepy." He hummed weakly, looking so lovingly at you with hooded eyes. "It's alright, baby. Just...just need to sleep."

"I know baby." You swallowed so hard knowing it was time to let him go. You sobbed into his hand as you held him. "It's ok. Rest for me, Eds. It's ok. I've got you. You...You can rest. You can go to sleep, now."

He smiled at you so sweetly, "Pretty girl."

His eyes fluttered shut as he drifted away. You held him for four minutes before he exhaled one last time, his chest going still.

You couldn't leave him. Not until you saw the sun starting to come up over the trees and you knew you had to go.

He looked so beautiful, there. The sun painting his pale face. Like he really was sleeping. You pulled the comforter up over his chest, hiding the gashes and the bites that had taken him from you. You took his arms from your waist carefully, laying them at his sides. You adjusted his pillow further beneath his head, combing through his curls, all fluffy and clean from the bath, with your fingertips.

"I love you, Eddie." You whispered to him one last time, kissing his forehead. You put music on for him when you left. Something soft and comforting.

Something he could sleep to.

***

Three months later.

Hellfire wasn't the same. Of course it wasn't. You knew it wouldn't be. They all did. But it was a piece of Eddie that was still alive. The boys needed it. You did too. So every week, the campaigns went on.

You drove them all to school in the mornings and helped with homework. You surrounded yourself with people who made your heart feel whole again.

You were late this morning. Really late. You choked an apology to the boys as they climbed into the van.

"Jesus, are you ok?" Dustin frowned, staring at you.

"Yeah", Mike agreed. "You look terrible."

"Thanks."

He rolled his eyes, "Are you sick?"

"I must be." You sighed as you grabbed the stick shift, adjusting it to back out. "I've thrown up every morning for a week and a half. I think I've got food poisoning or something."

Dustin scrunched his nose in disgust. "Shit."

"Wait..." Lucas leaned forward to meet your eyes in the rearview mirror. "Every morning?"

"Yeah. Usually goes away after an hour or so." You ignored the slight nausea that swam in your head as you took a sharp turn.

"Y/N..." Lucas looked a bit bewildered.

Dustin caught on, eyes going wide. "Oh my god. When was your last period?"

You hit the breaks, immediately pulling over into a lot. "What the fuck Dustin?"

"When was it!?" Dustin and Lucas yell.

You froze, realizing what they were saying.

"No. Guys it's not like that. It can't be. I haven't been with anyone except-" Your heart fluttered. Eddie. Eddie.

"Except Eddie?" Dustin hummed softly. You swallowed thickly, nodding. There was a long silence. Dustin took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

Your eyes found Gareth and Jeff.

"You don't have to answer this..." Gareth muttered, softly. "But when was the last time you guys.....??"

Your eyes fell to your hands. Tears burning in the corners of your eyes. You steadied your voice. "The night...the night he...." Dustin's brow furrowed with concern. He squeezed your hand. "He asked if we...if we could-" you swallowed thickly. "One last time."

Gareth smiled at you sadly. The van was silent as the boys were hit with the reality of what was happening.

Gareth stood, dropping his backpack and gesturing for you to hop into the passenger seat. You did, and he started the engine. "Where are we going?"

"A drugstore."

***

It was a sight to behold. You, eyes still teary and your hands shaking, buying a pregnancy test as 6 highschool aged boys in matching shirts watched anxiously. The cashier had her brows furrowed in an odd mixture of suspicion and confusion.

It only seemed to make the situation more puzzling to the store's employees when you asked to use the restroom, and were followed back by all six boys, who waited patiently for you to return.

You were trembling when you finally opened the bathroom door to see them, and at the first sign of the smile on your face, all six boys erupted in triumph. Tears welled over in your eyes, running down your face as they jumped and laughed and hollered and cheered. The boys crowded you, each one pulling you into big hugs. High fiving one another.

"Long Live Munson!" Gareth cried, cheers sounding from the group. "Still throwing surprises at us! Even now!"

In that moment you knew he'd been right. You knew that Eddie was still somewhere, loving you. Because you could feel it.

And right now, you were more than happy for it to feel like morning sickness.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munsen #eddie munsen x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie the freak munson #eddie imagine #eddie x reader #stranger things x reader

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Drooling my friend. This was brilliant. I fucking LOVE it and love seeing them go all guard dog for reader, was just the right amount of sweet 😌 tysm for indulging my request for more of them.

~~~

Eddie with a knife being protective made my brain buzz.

Steve being a sugar daddy, yep, yeahhuh. Fucking tracks, with that little bit of praise.

and then this part right here. killing me in the best way.

"Oh, you don’t even realize. The unexpected sweetness of you remembering such an insignificant detail about him actually makes Steve’s heart jump, feels like it’s the first time in ages since it’s done that. It’s baffling to each of them that you’re more concerned about them, though–and there’s that crack of mercy that forms then, that’s slowly gonna get wider and wider as the two of them realize they don’t just wanna tease you, they want you."

~~~

This made me wonder, aside from being protective, how older bully!Eddie would show he's growing fond of us. If Steve's way is through money and praise.

Wonder if Eddie would have you start wearing something of his all the time - his ring on a chain, bracelet, (or collar, what? who said that.). Feel like he'd want everyone to know who you belong to whether he's around you or not.

(maybe unnecessary but I might throw in a coffin emoji from now on ⚰️ so you know it's me, if that's okay. ._.)

HEHEHE!!! TY!!!! and i think you're absolutely right, older!bully!Eddie would definitely give you something personal to wear around so that everyone can see he's left his mark on you.

a tattoo would be preferable, but you may not be too amiable to that, so the next best thing is something like a necklace or a bracelet or even earrings. i think he'd likely go the collar route just for the sake of humiliating you because he will make it very clear that you are not to take it off, but he makes sure to treat you to a little smidge of praise when he comes into the diner and you serve the two of them while wearing it, because it genuinely makes him so happy to see his baby wearing something he made for you.

however, he's also an acts of service kind of person. your car's having problems? the next day he'll walk into the diner and demand your keys, and then drive it right out of the parking lot to take it to his garage, spending hours doing all the work he can before he comes back to pick you up at the end of your shift. he fixes your broken tail light, changes your oil, replaces your brake pads, and even fills up your gas tank and he doesn't say a damn word about all the free work he just did for you. just tells you to speak up if it starts clunking up again before dropping you and your car off and walking the rest of the way home. he's also one to take on the responsibility of any work needing done around your home, mowing your lawn, even cooking once in a while--but you better not make a big deal out of it, cause you're gonna be sucking him off til your jaw breaks for all this free labour you're getting out of him. that's what he says, anyways, but who knows if he'll even have the energy once he finishes up and drags himself back home.

#eddie munson #bully!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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twothpaste · 5 months

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some PSI headcanons

Ness' PSI developed from a very young age, but never grew powerful enough to do anything particularly impressive 'til he went on his journey. A little bit of clumsy wimpy telekinesis, usually dropping stuff in the process. Mending small cuts & scrapes. Talkin' to dogs. Nothing too flashy, almost mundane even. His efforts to practice or show off usually ended in goofish blunders, or incredulity from others. While his best bud Porky flip-flopped between jealousy and dismissal. So Ness grew up feeling sort of insecure about his abilities. Meeting Paula & Poo was kind of a game changer for him, realizing he really wasn't a lone psychic weirdo.

Paula was well-known for her PSI in Twoson. Practically Ness' opposite, she was a natural child prodigy. Loved to show off her abilities like party tricks, much to the delight and amazement of her community. Her mother encouraged it, kinda parading her around (vicariously soaking up the praise & awe). She's never been ashamed of her powers, but did grow to feel misunderstood & a little taken advantage of when she realized most folks (her mother included) just saw them as a novelty. Her visions of Ness are actually a rare precognitive ability. However, Paula can't exactly provoke visions on command, and can't tell whether or not the futures she sees are set in stone. Since she's got so much proud finesse over her offensive PSI, having little control over her precognition actually frustrates her to no end. Meeting Ness & Poo humbles her, and comes as a huge relief when she finally has fellow psychics in her life who really get it.

Poo's trained with fellow psychics all his life, but was taught only to use his powers under formal discipline. When he meets a little fat kid who telekinetically juggles chicken wings, and a snarky girl who uses PK Thunder for static electricity pranks, he's kind of blown away. The freedom granted by using his powers loosely & Teleporting around the globe cannot be understated. Dude lowkey develops a bit of a rebellious streak, finding crafty ways to employ PSI for fun. He can definitely read minds, which probably unnerves his friends at first. I like to imagine he can't learn PK Fire 'cause it embodies a sort of brazen fury that just isn't present in Poo's character - whereas Thunder and Freeze are more focused and composed.

Lucas n' Claus had latent psychic abilities from birth - but contrasted with Ness' flashback where he was using telekinesis as a baby, I get the impression they were comparatively late bloomers. Maybe due to their hometown upbringing; Tazmily's defined at its core by such a profoundly repressed peace, after all… They could communicate with animals, and assumed everyone else could too (adults lackadaisically humored their babbles about whatever Boney was sayin'). They had a strong telepathic link with each other, and assumed that was just a normal twin thing. It's interesting how trauma, urgency, and an implied survival instinct is what "awakens" their true potential. I could probably make a whole post about that alone, oh no, I'll go on instead.

Since he didn't grow up actively using PSI, Lucas tends to forget he has it, and often overlooks or forgoes its practical applications. He rarely uses telekinesis, he cleans & bandages wounds before recalling he can use Lifeup, he doesn't often consciously employ his empathic abilities. Said empathic abilities are extremely potent, though. Kid picks up on everybody's feelings all the time, and can never quite tell if it's a psychic thing or his anxiety or just his natural compassion for others. He can't actually read the minds of strangers though - the mere possibility is deeply unnerving to him. He can passively hear Claus' thoughts (or ominous lack thereof 😶). And he's at least sorta sensitive to the thoughts of other folks he's grown dearly close to (Kuma, Duster, Flint post-reconciliation, etc).

The Masked Man's powerful PSI is all just tightly-channeled fear and rage and love and despair, so warped beyond recognition that neither he nor his handlers can correctly identify it. Fassad trained him through dubiously brutal methods, forcing him to inflict pain, conditioning his subconscious mind to relish what little power it could wield over its surroundings. My post-canon Claus goes through a long phase where he swears off PSI, afraid of its potential, convinced he doesn't deserve it. Only for it to re-emerge from his fingertips anyways in moments of stress or concern (oops, sorry little dude, it is a fundamental part of who you are). Once Lucas n' Kuma show him how to use it in a healthy way, Claus does a 180, eager to reclaim it. He's got all of the same abilities as Lucas (including Lifeup & Shields, which'd been thoroughly repressed along with the rest of his compassion, before). His empathic capacity is literally the same too - but since Claus ain't nearly as emotionally intelligent as his brother, and his head's usually rattling with his own mess of feelings, he can't often make much sense of other peoples'. It kinda just forms a layer of background noise, which he tends to tune out. As his disabilities progress with age, he grows more comfortable relying on telekinesis.

Kumatora's such a natural psychic, she was literally having telekinetic fire-breathing tantrums as an infant. Which is the main reason why the Tazmilians passed her onto the Magifolk, knowing they'd be able to raise her better than a bunch o' amnesiac bumpkins ever could. Though not exactly structured or formal, her training was baked into her upbringing. Thus, PSI's baked into her everyday lifestyle. It's hard for Kuma not to use her powers casually, to fetch writing utensils from across the room, or heat her tea with PK Fire, or overhear your thoughts and respond to them aloud. (Probably a hilarious challenge when she was posing as Violet). She was the only human psychic she'd ever known, right up until Lucas rolled up packing new powers he was mildly to severely frightened of. It's only thanks to Kuma that he learned how to handle himself with care and confidence. And only thanks to Kuma that the postgame world's got any proper knowledge about PSI. I like to imagine she offers tutelage to any new psychics that may emerge. The one person who's left to bear PSI's history and proper training methods, carrying on a tradition passed down by her guardians…

I headcanon all psychics have telekinesis, but some are better or worse at it than others. And they all have some degree of telepathy, though very few are focused & skilled enough to straight up read minds. Communicating with animals falls somewhere relatively low along the same scale. They can learn techniques from each other (a la the adorable explanation given for Ness & Lucas' Smash Bros movesets) - but it takes a long period of dedicated one-on-one teaching, hence why we don't see it happen during the fast-paced storylines of the Mother games. Though PSI is very uncommon, it isn't really hereditary, and can manifest in literally any rando. But it does appear more often in some locations / populations than others (ie. Dalaam as a place of longstanding psionic spiritual traditions, Nowhere as a blessed place sitting atop a draconic embodiment of the Earth's power, you get the idea 🤷‍♂️). I like to portray it more as a cerebral brain power than a 1-to-1 with fantasy magic. It does have a wishy-washy hippie sorta vibe to it though. Something that comes from a connection to Mother Earth, a way to channel emotions and love and the gift of life itself.

(I personally find M1's explanation for PSI's origin incompatible with the other two games, which both present a much more grounded, ancient, and Earthly take on it. Which is fine, since M2 plays out more like a reboot than a sequel anyways. But in an earnest effort to try and connect the threads, maybe PSI is simply a kind of power that exists within every planet? Thus, when George "steals" the secrets of PSI, he's learning how humans can unlock the powers granted by the Earth, the same way aliens presumably unlocked the powers of their homeworlds?? Who knows.)

#long #hi #2thtalks

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fairykukla · 2 months

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My girlies are back from the Salon!!!

First of all, I'm glad I waited til today to open this box. Yesterday was like, the longest day of my life and I was exhausted from all the stuff I had to do. This was like getting a whole box of presents!!!

Starting with my beloved Sea Wees. I sent @imreadydollparts the absolute worst of my collection, featuring one doll from each release wave.

Coral is a first wave Sea Wee. They had the worst hair imaginable, and Coral's tends to be more brittle and fragile than the others. I don't have many of these; my original Shelly snapped off at the neck and was thrown away. This is a miraculous restoration. The hair feels exactly like it would have straight off the card. It's been trimmed neatly and is a very presentable example (paint rubs notwithstanding.)

Next: sea wees and babies:

Breezy has a little molded plastic (or rubber?) baby Blew, and of the "sea wees and babies" series, she tends to age poorly. Her hair came curled, which was probably a mistake for such shitty fiber. These were marketed as bath toys; why give them hair like this!?! My poor Breezy is faded, rubbed, and her hair was a disaster.

But OH MY EARS AND WHISKERS look at her darling updo!!!! This is simply PRECIOUS and she's going to get a starring spot in my display.

I know that the paper towel is to keep the hair tidy in transport, but I kept seeing them as blindfolds. I decided that this is one of those makeover shows where the recipient doesn't see anything until the end. Camille is from the Tropi-gals series where they had a mermaid, a baby, and a sea pet. This Camille is my worst one, both in terms of paint loss and hair issues, and now she's just lovely! I will repaint her just so that she can live up to that lovely hair! Her bangs were a complete disaster, so I'm thrilled with how she looks now.

The 4th wave was called "Icy-gals" which always seemed weird to me, but the Sea Wees got a makeover with action poses and molded-on furry jackets. Their hair was slightly less shitty, but this Shelly was totally trashed. Look how smooth and lovely her hair is now!

I happen to have duplicates of the Icy-gals because I caught them cheap on eBay back in the late 90s, and I used them as ornaments on a white Christmas tree. I wanted a Mermaid tree, and I was a damn grown up living on my own so I did what I wanted.

I haven't displayed my Sea Wees in many years. I'm going to find a place to get them out and appreciate them.

#2024 #so very happy #sea wees #sea wees restoration #doll hair restoration #kenner sea wees #mermaid dolls

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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Can I request konbart and 86 please?

86. "Don't be scared; I'm right here."

"You're doing it again," Bart complains.

On the big common room TV, a zombie looms out of the darkness and slams into the hallway window—classic jumpscare. Bart doesn't flinch; he just opens his inventory, grabs the wooden planks, and boards up the window just as the zombie crashes through. Then he sticks his tongue out at it, for good measure.

The TTK holding his waist in a vice-grip, however...

"Kooooon." Bart reaches over and smacks one rock-hard (ow!) shoulder. "You're squishing me!"

The TTK loosens immediately, and Kon lifts his head from the pillow he's been hiding his face in with a sheepish look. "Sorry. It's just—that's so creepy, dude! How do you not freak playing it?!"

"You're scared of the zombies?" Bart can't help it; he laughs. "The zombies are the least scary thing in this whole game! Just wait 'til you see Mr. X."

"What the fuck is Mr. X?" Kon grips the pillow tighter, his eyes wide. Bart wonders just how much superstrength its seams can take before they give. "Bart. Who or what is Mr. X?"

"You giant baby." Bart grins. Leon keeps traipsing down the corridor; the unfortunately-bisected body of Officer Elliot lunges at him from the floor, and Kon yelps, clutching at Bart's shoulder again. In any other circumstance, it'd be cute; as is, Bart has to laugh at him. "Aw, don't be scared. I'm right here."

His distraction costs him; another zombie looms out of the shadows, and on the screen, Leon cries out as it sinks its teeth into his neck. Aw, grifenuggets. Bart's trying to go for that good good Hardcore mode S rank; he can't afford to waste heals on these chumps!

"This hallway sucks ass," he moans, knifing two of the zombies to death (redeath?) and then booking it outta there, pronto. "It gets worse once Mr. X is in here, though."

Kon stares at the screen with deep, deep suspicion. Bart can't wait to see him jump when Mr. X finally shows up in the station. "Bart. Who the fuck is Mr. X?"

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Bart sing-songs cheerily. The funniest part of this is, Kon was nowhere near this freaked out when they all ended up in that haunted house that was like actually full of malicious ghosts last week (...long story), but the scary video game? Ohhh, noooo. Superboy can't handle that.

It's like when he makes fun of Krypto for being scared of the vacuum cleaner, Bart thinks with glee.

Guess what, Kon? Mr. X is the vacuum cleaner now.

"I'm very worried about it!" Kon huffs. His TTK tightens a little around Bart's ribs again, and then Kon tips over into his side, rigid as can be. He's still clutching his pillow like a lifeline—better it get crushed than Bart's organs, though.

How indignant would he get if Bart told him he's being really cute right now? Like, in a really stupid way, but still. Cute.

"Sounds like a personal problem," Bart says instead, and keeps playing with a grin as Kon splutters at his side.

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

#kon having a perfectly level head in a real life creepy crisis but being SO freaked out by horror games is so important to me #and who better to roast him for it than bart <3 #konbart #kon #bart #rimi writes #lightningstormsandriddles

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Modern Day Sugar Daddy Penigni AU

Where Carlo set up his twin brother Pinocchio up on a sugar daddy app on his phone and didn't tell him 'til Pino gets a notification that he got a message from someone that was sent with special VIP perks so it got priority.

Turns out it is legit one of the richest, most famous dudes of the time: Lorenzini Venigni. Reaching out to Pino with a very sweet message. Saying how he would like to get to know him more.

OFC Pino is super confused. Then when he figures what must've happened he is furious with Carlo, but being that he is away on a trip with Dad for the weekend, there's nothing he can do but spam him with very angry text messages.

But after some time he gets curious. Is this guy really who he says he is? Because Pino actually has seen him before at fancy, rich people galas and benefits that he was dragged to by his father. And on TV ads. And even on the radio.

But there's no way a guy like that would be using an app to find stuff to spend money on! So Pinocchio makes it his weekend goal to take his anger out on this clearly fake dude by catching him in the act. He's determined!!

They chat for a bit and Pino quickly sets up a meeting. Tries to make him give up when he suggests they go to the most fancy Italian restaurant in town--one that supposedly, Venigni's family OWNS! He is fully expecting the guy to not show up, because that restaurant is booked out for months in advance. There's just no way.

Regardless, just to feel better about himself, he dresses up nice. He makes sure his hair is nice and silky smooth and pulled back in a polite pony tail. He wears his fancy suit that his dad bought him, and he shows up at the restaurant.

Which, he finds, the parking lot is completely empty to. Weird...

He approaches the doors. They're open. P is super confused now, even more when he gets greeted and escorted to a table in the middle of the dining room. All other tables are missing and no one else is in sight: until Venigni--LITERALLY VENIGNI--actually shows up.

Pinocchio is just. Gobsmacked. Can barely say anything. Is suddenly very, very shy. Doesn't know what to do when Venigni offers him a hug, so he just lets himself be embraced before sitting down.

But as the night unwinds, Venigni has a way of getting him to open up and for the first time in their short relations, actually be honest about things. P even admits that his twin signed him up on the app and he wasn't actually looking for a sugar daddy. And the only reason he engaged at all was because he was sure he was trolling or a catfish.

Venigni is relieved. He wasn't actually looking for a sugar baby, either. He was looking for something more stable. Serious. Of course, he'd have no qualms to treating someone special...

Pino is smitten. So is Venigni. They can't get enough of each other, but Venigni never pushes things too far. They don't kiss that night, but they both delete the app in front of one another at the table and exchange numbers instead.

Thus, the relationship commences.

On TV and in interviews, Venigni is this huge personality. In actuality, he is very sweet, and very romantic, and very cute. And sends P boomer memes all day and they always make him laugh because of how stupid and wholesome they are.

Carlo won't stop bugging Pino about how it was HIM who won him the relationship jackpot and Pino has to concede. Geppetto is actually pleased with Pino, for once, because he's found a respectable partner. Even if family dinners with Venigni now consist of very, very boring scientific discussions the whole night long, P is happy! He loves Venigni so much and Venigni loves him!!! THE END!

#lies of p #pinocchio #lorenzini venigni #LoP #penigni #headcanons #this turned out longer than i intended sorry

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m4xedout · 2 years

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if you don’t mind i want a fluffy moon knight reverse comfort. like what if marc steven and jake all had a bad day and we just like comfort them idk.

also what if we got them all very specific gifts for them and they cry. happy tears tho bc i love them so much

Oh my GOD YES

Cw: memories of bad mother, crying, thoughts of dead brother, reader is gn!!, slight suggestive ending but no smut

••••••••••

Steven: bad day at work.

You were sitting in bed doing nothing, well if you count waiting for your boyfriends like a sad little puppy nothing..then yeah nothing

Until the door creaks open, you let out a quiet gasp, and tip-toe over to the living room seeing Steven slouching, head in hands, on the couch, "Steven baby?, you okay ?" You ask quietly, not aware if he knew you were next to him, and not to startle him.

"I'm alright love..just uh..bad day..work..that's the way the cookie crumbles innit?" He said sheepishly, not wanting to show any submission and to refrain from collapsing into your chest and rant about work.

"You sure baby? You can tell me you know? It's okay if you don't want too..just when you feel like it, I'm here to help you feel better sweetheart " and that was it, that put the final nail in the coffin.

He hugs you and pulls you down onto the couch "hey! Steve-.."..crying..he's crying, he's always hid this side of himself to you, since he's always been seen as the weaker alter, he didn't want you to think of him that way.

"I-..I'm s-sor-ry love..I just can-can't take it today.." "oh baby.." you start to rub his head, in a calming smooth way, to help ease him if he really wants to talk about it, and he did, and talked your ear off for hours, you didn't mind though.

The next day you told Steven you were going out for a few hours, when you came back, you had a little box, you gave it to Steven.

"Love? What's this?" "A little gift for you, because yesterday was a disaster.." "..yeah.." he slowly opens the box..

To see two little koi fish pins, looking as though they were in a yin-yang form swimming around eachother

"I..love.." "I saw them today, and thought of you... which one do you wa-" he hugs you for a solid minute, whispering little thank yous, and i love yous mixed in.

You truly were inlove.

Marc: thinking about his mom.

You've just came home from work to find Marc huddled by the bed, knees to his chin

"Marc?..." you ask being cautious of his flight or fight in this position..

His head shoots up and you back away slightly, not scared, not frightened in the slightest, just to give him space, and let him catch his bearings.

His eyes were red and every time he breathed his noes sounded a little stuffed, he's been at it for a while.

"Oh baby..are you okay?, did something happen?"He doesn't respond, you ask to sit next to him and he allows you to.

"..why did she think it was...MY fault?... I tried to save him..I really did, y/n you gotta believe me-" "shush!! Sh sh sh..baby I do believe you, really..", his mother..the same woman who accused him of leaving his brother to drown,...

"She..she..I don't even remember the..last time she said she loved- me.." god..what kind of sick twisted mother doesn't even TELL her child she loved them before they pass..

"...she didn't deserve your love baby, after everything she's done to you." You let him crying into the nape of your neck that night, once he tuckered himself out you told him you loved him until the sun dies out.

The next morning when Marc was still asleep, you quietly snuck out..not without leaving a not first

Heading out for a bit! Love you baby!

-Y/n

When you came back you had a big box with you.

"Oo big box" Marc said walking over to you

"Yep, want it now or later?" "Now"

He tore open the box to see...a build a bear? He had a moonknight costume on...you were so cheesy

"Go on..squeeze him" and he did

"love you til the sun goes out babe."...

"Do you like it?"..no answer

"Babe?, I can take it ba-" "no!" He was crying..happy tears

You guys cuddled for the rest of the night, he would stop playing the damn thing.

"I'm getting a headache from my own voice" "I could never get a headache from your voice.."

Then you fell asleep.

Jake: bad mission

Sitting at home was boring, but when Jake stepped in it got SO much better

"Hey bab-" he just stood there..he was zoned out, you knew better than to bother him when hes..in the zone

So you put some tea on, and hoped he'd snap out of it

He did, and he was as tired as ever, the bastard got away, and Jake didn't know where cause khonshu was so disappointed that he let him go...this was his fault.

You walk over to him "..heeeyyy honey, you okay?" You ask knowing he's tired.

"Yes..just tired is all"..and..that was it..he went to bed and fell asleep..okay den.

You were gone the next day, leaving Jake to worry more, what if you left because he didn't talk to you last night?, what if you were hurt, or mad at him? Oh my go-

"Jake!!" He heard the smile in your voice and rushed out of bed, just to fall face flat because of Steven's habit.., he nearly ripped it off just to get to you.

"I was gonna walk over to you." "Lo siento.." "no no I got you something!" You grab the little baggy from your purse

You handed it to him, and he gave you a look

"...is this a joke?" "...if you don't want it give it back." "NO back off." You then shared a laugh

When he opened the baggy he looked..astonished

A little bracelet with a Cresent moon charm.

"Y'know..moonknight?I think it's funny, but also cute and HEY!" He picks you up and carries you over to the bed, he then lays you down gently

"You're too kind to us, we never got to thank you properly. "

You know how that ended.

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First REQUEST OMG HI ANON THANK YOU also Jake didn't cry sorry, until next time friends!!!

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