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babybluebex · 2 years

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okay but... high school sweethearts with grunauer but he promises if he survives the war he's coming back to marry you (and he does 😭)

oh my GOD baby boy peter grunauer 😭 i got carried away, per usual

The train whistled, signaling its eminent departure, and Peter turned back to look at you with wetness in his big brown eyes. He had been crying almost nonstop ever since he had gotten the draft letter; your Pete always did wear his heart on his sleeve. "I don't wanna go," he told you, grappling to grab your hand. "What-What if I flunk the eye test and they have to send me home?"

"Pete, please," you sighed. "You know you have to go."

"I know," Peter said softly. "I know..."

"I'll be right here, waiting for you to come back," you told him, and you reached up and righted the little cap he wore over his shorn curls. Your tears caught in your throat, and you uttered "Waiting for you to come home to me."

"What if I..." Peter began, dropping his eyes to look at your intertwined fingers. "What if I don't make it home?"

"You will," you told him firmly. The image of him got all wishy-washy as your eyes brimmed with tears, and you dragged him into a tight embrace. He smelled just like he always did, nice cologne and the sweet tang of his own body, but you took a deep breath of him. Who knew when the next time you'd see him was? Who knew if you'd ever see him again?

"Doll, you know," Peter started. His hands touched your back as he held you, his chin settling on your head, and he pressed a kiss into your victory-rolled hair. You had only gotten all dolled up to take one last photograph with Peter before he was shipped off, and the film was stuck in a tiny plastic container in your purse. "You know I ain't coming home."

"Don't say that," you sniffled. "Pete, don't you dare—"

"It's easier, y'know," Peter said. "If you pretend like I'm a lost cause. It won't hurt when it happens, and, if I do come home, it'll be a big surprise."

"You're not a lost cause," you told him. "Stop it. Just let me think for five minutes that I'll see you again. That I'll get to hold you and kiss you—"

The train whistled again, and Peter was quick to cup your cheek with his shaking hand and kiss you. His lips were soft against yours as he held you tight and kissed you, and he only broke the kiss with a heavy sigh. "I'm gonna marry you, doll," he said urgently; your time had come to an end. "When I get home, I'm marryin' you. How about that? Now I've gotta come home."

"You'd better," you sniffled, and you kissed him quickly again before he stepped away, back onto the train. "You'd better come back to me, Peter Grunauer, you hear me?"

"I hear you," Peter said. "Loud and clear, Mrs. Grunauer. I love—" The train blowing its final whistle drowned him out, and the chugging and clanking of the train only served to break your heart further. But you watched his lips form the word, you watched his big eyes as the door to the train car was closed, and you watched him as he pressed himself against a window to wave goodbye as the train departed. You couldn't watch anymore, though.

Two years. You got weekly letters from Peter for two years. Most of them had been heavily censored, his lead pencil marked out with black ink. No names, no destinations, not even what time of day he was writing the letter. Thankfully, the important parts, the parts about him loving you and coming home, persisted through the edits.

And then, one day in May, two years since he left, no letter came. Peter never missed a letter, not once. You kept every single one in a box under your bed, and you rifled through them as you tried to find any reason why he would miss a letter, other than the obvious. Maybe that letter had been too full of redacted material and the US Army hadn't even bothered to send the scrap along. That was your theory.

And then the next week came along, with no letter. And the week after that. And the week after that.

No word from Peter for four weeks, and you tried to keep your spirits up. He promised you he was coming home. He promised you that he would marry you. Peter made good on every promise he had ever made, all the way back to high school.

You had first met when you were 15 years old, when Peter asked to borrow a pencil in math class. He was handsome, in the boyish sort of way that he always had been— big brown eyes and freckled cheeks and plush pink lips— and you had fallen for him immediately. He was good to you, kind and funny and loving, and you had been together ever since then. And he had promised time and time again that he was going to marry you. "Just gotta get enough money for a ring," he always said with his charming smile. "And then I'm marrying you."

Then, the damn war. The damn draft.

You got a letter from the Army five weeks after Peter's last letter. It stated that Peter's paratrooper squad was shot down and that they had been unable to locate him, and to assume that he was either deceased or missing in action. You held the letter to your chest and collapsed in the doorway, heaving sobs from the very pit of your stomach. The letter was so clinical, no room for emotion, and it hurt. You wanted to destroy it, to tear it up or throw it into the fireplace, but you needed it. It was your last link to Peter.

You reread his letters every night. You looked forward to it, to mourning your husband-to-be. Eventually, you stopped calling him that and started calling him what he was: he was your husband, through and through. Reading his letters made it feel like he was there with you, and you needed the encouragement to get through the day. Your friends gave condolences and your parents hugged you when you cried, but nothing fixed your heartache like reading his letters.

The wound felt like it would never heal. Until a year later.

A knock came at your door just as you were setting down dinner for your parents, and you wiped your hands on your apron. "I'll get it," you told them. "Start eating, it's gonna get cold."

The knock came again, heavier, more intense, and you frowned. "Coming!" you called, and you wound your way through the house to the front door. Nobody ever used the front door of your house, always opting for the side door, and you couldn't imagine who was rapping on your door at this time of night. A third knock came, firmer than before, threatening to do the poor door right in, and you flung it open with a quick "Can I help you?"

Your heart stopped, your throat dried up, your eyes wetted with tears. You could hardly believe it. Your Peter stood there, looking worse for wear, deep wrinkles in his forehead with a slight limp as he stepped forward. But it was him. "I—" Peter started, and you sobbed out, grabbing him and pulling him into you. His arms grabbed you tightly, holding you even closer to him than ever, ever before, and he held your head close to his heart as he whispered, "I wanted to say somethin' funny, but, Jesus, you look so beautiful. My girl."

"How—" you sobbed. "I thought you were—"

"I know," Peter whispered. His chest was warm against the cold night, and you nestled close into him. "I thought I was too. How much do you know?"

"Your plane was shot down," you whimpered. "I-I was told to assume the worst."

"Yeah," Peter said softly. "Plane went down... We were in enemy territory, and I fucked myself up pretty good, broke my leg in two different places. But I survived, managed to get myself to a French family that took care of me. My leg didn't heal right and I walk like this now, but—"

"But you're home," you whispered. "You came home to me."

Peter angled your head up to look at him, deep in his dark brown eyes, and you finally pressed forward and kissed him. He tasted just the same as all those years ago, back before everything awful that could have happened did. But Peter was home.

"I promised you that I'd marry you," Peter said into your mouth, and he gripped you tightly. "And I'm gonna do it, doll."

#bex answers #jd 🥀#bex's 11k sleepover #peter grunauer #peter grunauer x reader #grunauer #grunauer overlord #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #bex's drabbles

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babybluebex · 2 years

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Tom hcs pls pls pls!

tommmmyyyyy my babiest boy

i hc that he likes to cook, he just has limited space in the trailer

when he's got a full kitchen, he's a whiz and can cook really well

but the trailer only gives him the appropriate room to make pasta and that's about it

but you know that the pasta is good

he has a little tray on the windowsill with rosemary and basil growing and he always tries to dress up his pasta with it

that being said, he eats like a monster

i mean, we've ALL seen the spaghetti sandwich he ate in that scene, he makes really nice food and eats it like

tommy. baby. why.

he gives amazing cuddles and he loves giving cuddles

he loves being big spoon and being able to feel you pressed right against him

smelling your hair and squeezing you

but he also likes being little spoon

he loves when you hold him and kiss the back of his head

he could fall asleep just like that if you're holding him

his job seems like it can be pretty physical at times, so i imagine he probably likes when you dote on him when he gets home

if he got a cut of a splinter at work, you're cooing at him and telling him to sit down so you can fix him up

or if his shoulders hurt, rubbing his shoulders and kissing his cheek

"my big strong man, doing all this work"

he melts whenever you call him yours, my baby or my man, that tiny show of ownership is so cute to him

he does it to you too, my darling and my love

after ruth, he's a little messed up by her and needs to always be sure you're his, and you're happy to oblige him

when he's fucking you and grits his teeth and goes "mine", you just have to kiss him, sweet boy

#bex answers #anon ask #tom grant #tom grant x reader #bex's drabbles #bex's 11k sleepover #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #make up

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babybluebex · 2 years

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dirty perv corruption eddie hcs ?? 🤭

YESS perv!eddie my beloved (warnings for innocence kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, basic perv!eddie behavior)

eddie would 100% start with corrupting you in small ways

cursing in front of you and encouraging you to do the same, and he smiles when you mumble out a little "mrs o'donnell's tests are f-fucking hard"

asking you to ditch class with him to go smoke in the woods

"eddie, we'll get in trouble!" "only if we get caught ;)"

once he knows that you'll do whatever he asks of you, he'll amp it up

"you should call me daddy. i mean, i already call you princess, it'll be funny!"

and "come sit on my lap, princess, the seat looks cold"

and you sit down and feel something hard under you but you chalk it up to being his keys or wallet or something

he plays with your skirt as you sit in his lap and he'll fiddle with the hem, flip it up and back to expose your thigh

kissing your cheek when you get up "don't stay away for too long, princess, you were keeping me warm"

and you get used to all the little touches he gives you, pats on the bum and kissies on the cheek and touching the small of your back

until he finally decides that enough is enough

during the hot summer, he'll pass you a popsicle as he smokes on his porch just to watch you suck at it, and he can't help himself

"y'know, some people like to do that to dicks"

and your face goes hot and you're like "huh?"

"suck on 'em" eddie says around his cigarette "it feels good"

"good like how?"

"well... i mean, you're too sweet for this, princess, i shouldn't tell you... but if you wanna try it?"

gets you back inside and lowers you to the floor and unbuckles his belt, and he watches the way your eyes are so greedy as he pulls himself out of his jeans

"just suck on it like it's a popsicle" he tells you "just be careful of your teeth"

grabbing your head as he sinks into your warm velvet mouth, and his stomach flexes when he feels the head of his cock touch the back of your throat

"good fuckin' girl, taking me all the way. start sucking, princess"

he cums down your throat and you whine at the taste of his thick spunk, but he leans down and kisses you all the same

"wait, don't clean up" and he bounds across the trailer to get his camera, and he snaps a picture of you with his jizz on your pretty lips "think stevie would love to see this... you should thank me, y'know. not every guy's gonna be so nice to you"

and your voice is wrecked from sucking cock, but you mumble "thank you daddy"

"see? i told you that name's funny!"

#bex answers #anon ask #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #bex's drabbles #bex's 11k sleepover

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babybluebex · 2 years

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This is a bit convoluted but perv!eddie x reader headcanons where he thinks reader hasn’t noticed what he’s been doing but he’s wrong?

oooh i totally see what you're saying (warnings for basic perv behavior, touching and leering, the whole 9 yards)

you're so sweet, eddie never could have imagined that you'd go for someone like him

he's always been happy just admiring you, the curve of your ass under your skirt or the pull of your tits at your shirt

watching you laugh and smile and he can't help but imagine what your lips would look like around his cock

especially with that cute pink lipgloss you wear

he never thought that you'd give him the time of day like that

he's your best friend and he had resigned himself to the fact that that's all he'll ever be

so he takes his pervy behavior with pride because how else is he gonna have you?

grabbing your hips as he walks by you "excuse me there, princess"

or squeezing you extra hard when you hug him just so he can feel your tits press against him

but he has no idea that you've caught onto his behavior

he thought you were too innocent to even know what any of what he was doing meant

"eds? can i talk to you?" and you pull out your tube of lipgloss and a small mirror

"yeah, princess, what's up?"

and you sigh all dramatically as you start to swipe your lipgloss on, knowing that he's staring at your mouth "i just... it's embarrassing, but i've been having some... funny... feelings lately. and you're my best friend so i figured i'd talk to you about it"

"what sorta funny feelings?" eddie asks and oh my god you couldn't possibly mean that?? you're too sweet and cute to mean that!!

"i don't know" you pout "just... sometimes when you do stuff, i get all, erm... i don't know. tingly."

"tingly?' he repeats and he watches greedily as you pop your lips together, smearing the lipgloss all over your mouth

"yeah, in my tummy and legs. like, the other day, when you touched my bum by accident, i got all tingly"

"oh" eddie mumbles "i didn't mean to touch you like that, princess"

"but you're always looking at me" you say "at my legs and chest and i just..." and you sigh again, making sure your tits heave under your top, and his dark eyes lock there in an instant "you're doing it now!"

"i'm sorry princess" and he blinks himself out of the trance

but he still thinks you're oblivious and you're just complaining about feelings you don't understand

he doesn't know that you've had the upper hand the whole time

every heave of your chest or brush of your back to his front was entirely intentional

once you figured out why he was always touching you and leering at you, you started to amp it up to see just how much he would take before he broke

and you figured asking him about being "tingly" will be the final straw

"i just don't get why i feel like this" and your pout grows "can you help me, eddie?"

"help you...?"

"with the tingles! make them go away!"

"oh princess, i'd love to help, but—"

"but what?" and you snap your mirror shut "you're perfectly happy touching my ass and brushing my tits with your elbow, it sure seems to me like you wanna touch me. so do it."

and eddie is shocked still "umm... i, uh—"

"eddie, if you wanted to fuck me, you could have just told me instead of acting like a perv. i would've said yes"

"a-and the tingles?"

"god, eddie" and you lean forward and kiss him, smearing your sticky lipgloss on his lips "get a grip"

#bex answers #anon ask #bex's 11k sleepover #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #bex's drabbles

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babybluebex · 2 years

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Hi Bex can I request a headcanon for Ralph from timewasters? And it maybe would be about how ralph acts around his crush and maybe a confession at the end? I love your writing :))

RALPHIEEEE oh my darling boy

when ralph is around his crush, he hardly knows what to do with himself

he trips over his words and can barely speak and he goes all red whenever you make eye contact

he's glad to let victoria lead the conversation most days when you come over for tea bc there's no way in hell he's able to get out more than "h-hi"

but he's a perfect gentleman, offers you his hand to stand up and smiles at you and is a little sweetheart

whenever you compliment him, he's going red as a strawberry

"my, my, ralph, you're dressed all dapper today. what's the occasion?"

and the real answer is that he wanted to look nice for you, but he clears his throat "just, erm, felt like dressing up"

"well you look very handsome, ralphie"

and he finally can't help himself, and he goes "may i, erm, speak to you in the drawing room? j-just for a moment!"

and once he gets you alone, he rubs the back of his neck "i'm not too sure how to say this..."

"say what? have i done something wrong?"

and he jumps to say "no! no, you've done nothing wrong! i'm the one that's the matter! i... it gets hard for me to breathe whenever you're around, and i can't speak and my face burns, and i hate it whenever you leave. i... i can't help it. i adore you. i do."

"oh, ralphie" and you grab his hands and thread your fingers together "you're so... i adore you too"

"you do?!"

"yes! you're so sweet and kind and handsome, and you're a laugh riot and you always make me smile. any girl would be lucky to have you adore her, and i'm the luckiest one there is."

"c-can i..." and he swallows nervously "can i kiss you?"

and you step forward and press your lips to him, not too much bc you don't want your lipstick transferring onto him, but it's enough to make ralphie sigh and melt

#oh my RALPHIE <3333 #bex answers #anon ask #ralph timewasters #ralph timewasters x reader #bex's drabbles #bex's 11k sleepover

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babybluebex · 2 years

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You’re such a wonderfully creative writer, I’d love to know what your hc ideas for Joe’s pub guy in the Irish Mike music video would be 😂

omfg this is cracking me up 😭 and yet i still have hc's

he lives above the pub

he's friends with the owner of the pub and always hangs out down there

he's usually pretty happy just drinking and chatting shit

sometimes doing a lil dance if he's got enough liquor in him but he's just funny like that

idk what his name is, but i'm feeling something pretty traditional british, like charles

idk WHY but he gives me charles energy, fuck it his name is charles

but you call him charlie

and you're the only one who calls him that

you met at the pub, he was drinking with friends and you wandered in

"ain't ever seen you 'round 'ere before" he says to you

not creepy or leering, he's just curious

the pub is small and old, it's not every day they get new customers

"i just moved here," you tell him "down the street"

"oh cool" and he sips at his beer "think my mate used to live there... what're ya drinking, love, it's on me"

"oh, no, i couldn't—"

"let me" and he flashes his big brown eyes at you, and you're hooked instantly "please?"

"alright" you relent, and charlie grins as you order your drink

he introduces you to his mates as they come in, telling them "little miss just moved into roger's old place"

you don't feel weird or awkward around his friends, it feels like you've known them for ages

finally, the night has to come to an end, and you tell charlie as much "i've got work in the morning, i oughta head out"

"right" and you can tell he's a little disappointed but he adds "can i get your number?"

"why do you need my number?" you tease him, and he jokingly rolls his eyes "are you planning on calling me? you know where i live"

"yeah, but i figured a text would be more welcome than me turning up at your doorstep" charlie laughs "anyway... i'd love to see ya again, darling"

you end up giving him your number, writing it on a pub napkin with a little heart next to your name

he texts you later that night as you're getting ready for bed, and it says "i'm glad i met you, you made my whole night"

he's an absolute sweetheart, just a little goofy sometimes

you make it a habit of going to the pub on friday nights to see charlie, and he's always ecstatic to see you

greets you with a big hug and a "there she is!"

your first kiss is during one of those nights, you're a little tipsy and grinning as charlie does his silly dance in the corner, and he stretches his hand out to beckon you over

the upbeat song he was dancing to ends as you leave your seat, and he holds you tender and close as a slower song starts

his hands are gentle as they skate up your back, and you carefully press your cheek into his warm chest

"i am really glad i met you, ya know" he tells you in a whisper "you really light it up in here... "

"thanks" you tell him "m'glad i met you too; gave me a drinking buddy"

"what if..." he starts and pauses "i sound like a fuckin' idiot, but... what if i wanted to ask you to be more than drinking buddies?"

"really?" you know exactly what he's asking, and it takes you by surprise

sweet, silly charlie from the pub wants to be more than friends

it's enough to make your heart burst

"yeah" he says "what're you thoughts on that?"

"i like the thought" you tell him "how much more do you want?"

"however much you'll let me have" charlie says "everything or nothing, i'll take what i can get"

you rise up onto your toes and finally, finally, kiss him

he tastes like the beer he's been drinking and the cigarette you shared 20 minutes before and just like him and it's wonderful

he grabs your hips and holds you tightly as he kisses you, and you laugh a little when the song changes to some drill nonsense

"oh yes" charlie hisses "love this song"

"are you serious?" you gasp and charlie nods, raising his eyebrows eagerly "that's it, i'm done, relationship over"

"damn it" charlie mumbles playfully "got the girl and lost 'er in 5 seconds"

"just kiss me again and i won't be mad"

and he does

i WILL be revisiting charlie bc omg i'm so in love with him now

#why am i like this #bex answers #anon ask #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #ig???#bex's 11k sleepover #even though it's not joe i'm tagging it as joe #bc how tf else do i tag this #bex’s drabbles #pub!charlie

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babybluebex · 2 years

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Heeey Bex! I offer you this: What are your headcanons of Eddie with a fellow Metalhead!Fem!Reader who takes no shit and is just as bonkers and nerdy as he is? Can be SFW or NSFW, as friends or as an established relationship. Either way they're both most likely two goons that share one braincell and give everyone a headache lol

aww this is so sweet

eddie with a metalhead girl is a match made in heaven

sharing t-shirts

dustin is like "didn't eddie wear that metallica shirt yesterday?" or "i thought that was y/n's iron maiden shirt?"

and cassettes <3

eddie manages to get the master of puppets cassette before you and he lets you borrow it whenever you want

eddie making you little mixtapes and making sure it's perfect

coming with him to band practice and he's so excited to show you the new song he learned, or the song that corroded coffin wrote

he's just stoked to have you around

and if you're as super nerdy as he is, you'll exchange copies of books and geek out over them together

it's like your own little book club, you'll read a chapter and give the book to him and he'll read it, then you talk about it for hours

renting geeky movies and having movie nights together where you'll just sit with your legs over his lap and feed him popcorn

jason trying to give you hell for being a freak and you shoot back "better a freak than a rude dick" and eddie is so proud of you and kisses you once jason fucks off

god eddie loves kissing you

he'll tug you in by your own battle vest and plant a kiss on your lips

(helping you sew the patches on your battle vest and he's accidentally getting himself on the needle every 5 minutes but he wants to help you 🥺)

rocking out in the van to metallica and headbanging with him and laughing when his bangs go all wonky and crazy

making out to the slower songs and his hands are everywhere, up under your shared shirt and digging down into your jeans

he quotes movies and tv and songs to you all the time and it's your inside joke bc the rest of hellfire doesn't get exactly why it's so funny

being lovers who are also best friends is such a sweet dynamic eek

#bex answers #anon ask #bex's drabbles #bex's 11k sleepover #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

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