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The Pizza Girl: Eddie Munson x Reader (One-Shot)

Summary: Surfer Boy Pizza’s expansion into Hawkins brings delicious delivered pizzas to Eddie Munon’s front door. It apparently also brings a very attractive delivery driver that might also happen to be Eddie’s past crush.

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Word Count: 5.5k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Tags: fluff

A/N: The stage of grief I am currently in after watching vol. 2 is denial so Eddie shall live on in all my fics. This takes place after vol. 2 where everyone is HAPPY and SAFE and ALIVE and I will hear no criticisms cause idc. Go check out my last fic The Record Store cause I’m still completely obsessed with it and more people need to read it. Also big shoutout to @alicetweven for being the first person to ask to be on the taglist. Thanks for the support lovely. If anyone else wants to be on it lmk. Enjoy!

Surfer Boy Pizza’s conquest across America reached Indiana in the summer of 1986. 

Whilst such an expansion was expected, their latest branch in the small town of Hawkins was viewed as quite the unfavourable choice of location. Hawkins was quiet, Hawkins was quaint, and the last time a major conglomerate chose Hawkins to expand, it ended in a mall fire.  

Eddie Munson, however, was simply happy to be able to order pizza delivered to the trailer park.  

The day was hot; so painstakingly hot that Eddie could not quite fathom wearing clothes. He wore his swimming shorts partly for modesty—he did have guests over after all—and partly because Dustin and Lucas had managed to find a small paddling pool that he was currently lazing within. He barely fit, his legs hanging predominantly over the side, but the contraption at least succeeded in cooling him down. 

“Shove over, Munson. I’m melting out here,” Dustin whined.

Eddie opened his eyes and glanced at Dustin over the rim of his sunglasses.  

“Patience is a virtue, little Henderson,” Eddie responded before closing his eyes once more, laying his head back against the plastic rim. 

Dustin, unsatisfied, simply forced his way into the pool, shoving Eddie to the side until he practically fell out. Water spilled over the rim as Eddie steadied himself before turning to glare at Dustin.

“I’m hungry,” Mike whined from the shade of Eddie’s trailer porch. The younger boy seemed to burn so easily that it was simply common sense to slather him in sunscreen, wrap him in a towel and confine him to the limits of the shade.  

“That sounds like a you problem, Wheeler,” Eddie lazily mumbled. 

“We should get pizza!” Lucas exclaimed. 

“Yes!” Max agreed. 

“With who’s money?” Eddie questioned. 

“Well, you do owe me $20,” Dustin said. 

“Since when?” 

“Since you bet that I couldn’t roll two twenties in a row last week at hellfire.” 

Eddie, remembering the event, groaned dramatically.  

“I told you not to doubt my skills,” Dustin added. 

“Yeah, yeah whatever. You’re ordering though.”

“Lucas, go inside and order,” Dustin said. 

“Why do I have to do it?” 

“Because I’m wet.” 

Lucas groaned before begrudgingly getting up from the lawn chair he had been lazing within and made his way inside.  

“No pineapple,” Mike ordered as Lucas passed him on the porch. 

“No more than two pizzas!” Eddie hastily called. “And get me something with a lot of meat on it.” 

As Lucas disappeared into the trailer, Eddie laid back within the paddling pool and sighed. He could feel the skin on his face growing hot but he could not quite bring himself to get up and apply more sunscreen. He wasn’t quite sure when Lucas came back nor how much time had passed since he ordered. The sun was causing his eyes to feel droopy and his breathing to become deeper, the cool touch of the water around him lapping against his skin. He was quite certain that at some point during his relaxation he must have fallen asleep, for one moment the sun was blaring against his eyelids, and the next they were shrouded in shadow. Eddie opened his eyes slowly.

Eddie told himself that the sudden scream that erupted from his mouth was purely because he had not expected to see you. Or perhaps it was because the last of his morning joint was wearing off and it was making him jittery. Either way the interaction was wholeheartedly embarrassing as he leapt upwards, greatly disturbing the water in the pool so that soon Dustin was screaming as Eddie drenched him in the water that flew from his body. 

Eddie couldn’t tell why he was panting as he looked down at you, nor could he tell which one of the boys was snickering at him. But he could not dwell on the thought, for you were standing before him in your Surfer Boy shirt and your Surfer Boy visor and some denim shorts that gave Eddie an unobstructed view of your legs.

“I have a pizza for Munson,” you said with a smile that Eddie so very wished was not at his expense.

“Y-yes, that’s me!” Eddie hastily spoke, stepping out of the paddling pool so that he was standing before you. For just a second, he thought he saw your gaze flick down his chest, but then your eyes were looking into his once more and he dispelled the idea from his mind.

“Great,” you continued. “It’s just the Meatlovers and the Hawaiian-”

“Lucas! I said no pineapple!” Mike interjected.

“It is delicious and I’m going to make you see that,” Lucas calmly responded.

“Fruit on pizza is simply wrong and-” Mike continued.

Eddie sighed as he turned his attention back to you.

“Sorry about them,” he said, flashing a smile at you.

You smiled back brightly. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen this debate play out many times.”

“Oh?” Eddie said, quirking an eyebrow. “So what’s the verdict?”

The arguing of the boys grew louder so Eddie leaned closer to you so as to make his words clearer. A heat grew steadily up your cheeks and you hoped that the summer sun would disguise it.

“If it’s on the pizza I’ll eat it but I’m not going out of my way to have it,” you shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

Eddie smirked. “Looks like we’re on opposite sides of this debate then.”

“Is that so?” you smirked back.

“A pizza should not be tarnished by something so colourful. Even vegetables are a stretch sometimes.”

You let out a laugh and Eddie couldn’t help but smile at it. The boys, their argument having slowly dwindled away, turned their attention to you and Eddie.

“So I take it the Meatlovers is for you then?”

Eddie leaned ever so slightly closer until he was practically towering above you. “Would you like a slice?”

You smirked back, unwilling to pull away even as your heart began to race.

“We at Surfer Boy Pizza pride ourselves on the best customer service,” you said in a tone you usually reserved for more uptight customers. “I don’t think they’d appreciate me taking a slice of someone’s pizza.”

Eddie leaned down now so that he was whispering in your ear.

“They don’t have to know.”

Eddie thought for just a moment that maybe leaning so close to you was a bad idea. For surely at this proximity you were bound to be able to hear how hard his heart was thundering against his chest or were sure to notice the way his hands were shaking slightly. He could smell your perfume this close, he realised, something sweet and smoky and wholeheartedly intoxicating.

“Even if I wanted to, Munson,” you paused, smirking up as Eddie pulled away slightly to look at you. “Barbeque sauce is disgusting.”

Eddie couldn’t quite help the strangled gasp that escaped from his throat, his hand flying to his chest in shock as he flung himself dramatically back from you. A large smile spread across your lips as you tried to stifle a laugh.

“Blasphemy!” Eddie cried so loudly that a couple who were lounging outside their caravan several lots away looked over in concern. “Guys, she must be a witch. We’ll have to burn her at the stake.”

The laugh that you were stifling finally erupted from your throat; so sincere, so genuine and so breathtakingly beautiful that Eddie felt the air suddenly leave his lungs as he simply looked at you. Your hair was tied up, most of it swept back by your Surfer Boy visor, yet with a few strands having come loose to frame your face elegantly. The sun, which now hung lower in the sky, cast a warm glow across your skin that had Eddie itching to reach out and brush his hand along the curve of your jaw.

“Well that’ll be $15.50,” you spoke up, your brows slightly furrowed at Eddie’s change in demeanour.

“Oh, r-right,” Eddie stuttered, a deep blush coming up to cover his cheeks. “Lucas could you run inside and grab my wallet?”

“What am I? The butler?” Lucas groaned as he begrudgingly got up from his lounge chair once more.

“So, Eddie, how’s life now that you’re graduated?”

Eddie’s gaze shot up towards you, his brows furrowing deeply.

“You-” he hesitated. “You remember me?”

“Of course I do,” you said, your voice so serious and so sincere that Eddie’s breath hitched within his throat. “Do you remember me?”

Eddie let out a scoff in surprise. “Are you serious?

Eddie could not quite fathom the question. You; who was known around Hawkins as one of the nicest people. You; who was friends with everyone. You; who had never once called Eddie Munson a freak, who had never once not looked upon him and smiled, who had—many times before—defended him and those like him against rude comments and mean statements.

You; quite possibly the most beautiful person Eddie had ever seen.

“How could I forget you? You were like the knight in shining armour that defended us freaks.”

“Don’t call yourself that,” you responded instantly.

Eddie opened his mouth to respond but before he could utter any words something hard collided with his chest. He reached out instinctively to catch it as it fell, only to find his wallet clutched within his hands. He looked up and glared at Lucas who at least had the decency to look slightly apologetic.

Eddie pulled out $20 and held it out towards you. The transaction was awkward as you tried to take the money from him whilst also passing him the pizzas which had begun to grow cold in your hands. In the end Eddie made contact with your arm twice and your hand three times, each touch causing his heart to jump just a little.

When the transaction was complete the two of you continued to stand, neither quite knowing what to say.

“You...uh,” Eddie hesitated, casting his gaze to the ground. “You can keep the change…for your tip.”

“Thanks,” you said.

There it was, your smile was back.

“Well I should probably head out. I’ve got other deliveries to make,” you said after a long silence had lingered between the two of you.

“Y-yeah, of course! Don’t let me keep you.”

You smiled up at him.

“Don’t be a stranger, Munson.”

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat.

And then you were walking away and Eddie couldn’t quite seem to quell the disappointment he felt at the sight of it. He watched on as you hopped back into your car, wasting no time in turning the key in the ignition. Before you left however, you turned to face Eddie one last time to flash him a smile and to offer him a wave. Eddie, wishing his hands were not full of pizzas, was unable to wave back but smiled nonetheless.

And then even when your car had retreated down the road, even when he could no longer see your figure in the front seat, he could not quite seem to bring himself back to reality.

“How could I forget you?” Mike mocked as Lucas and Dustin burst out laughing.

Eddie turned to them, a violent blush creeping onto his features as he scowled at the boys.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, throwing the pizzas down onto the porch of the trailer.

“Wait was that Y/N L/N?” Dustin questioned.

“Yeah,” Eddie said back cautiously.

“The Y/N L/N that you had a huge crush on last year?” Dustin added, a wicked smile creeping onto his features.

“Shut up.”

“You should have asked her out,” Max said.

“Yeah I think she was kinda into whatever version of flirting you were doing,” Lucas added.

“I was not flirting.”

“Well whatever it was,” Dustin said. “You did make her laugh a lot.”

“That, dear Henderson, is because I’m hilarious,” Eddie responded, a smile curling his lips upwards. He turned his attention back to Lucas. “And she was working, Sinclair. She’s probably that nice to all of her customers.”

“We should order something else!” Max blurted out. “You know, to make her come back.”

“Why? So Eddie can scream again when he sees her?” Mike responded.

Eddie glared at him.

“Just pass me a goddamn slice.”

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Eddie and his uncle did not often receive phone calls at their trailer.

That was at least what Eddie told himself as a way to justify how much he jumped at the sound of the phone ringing. With a sigh, he unfolded himself from his comfortable position on the couch and made his way over to the landline.

“Hello?”

“Eddie!” Dustin screamed excitedly so that Eddie had to pull the phone hastily away from his ear. “Good, you’re home.”

“Where else would I be?” Eddie questioned, and then before Dustin could answer, asked suspiciously, “Why do you care?”

“N-no reason,” Dustin stammered. “Have you seen Y/N again yet?”

Eddie furrowed his brows at the question.

“Where on earth would I have seen her?”

“I don’t know, I thought maybe you had manned up and went to ask her out.”

Eddie sighed, bringing one hand up to rub at his eyes.

“Did you seriously call me just for this?”

Eddie could hear something being mumbled, as if someone were far away from the phone.

“Who are you with?” Eddie asked suspiciously.

“N-no one!” Dustin hastily replied. “I gotta go, Eddie. My, ugh, my mom’s calling me.”

“Wait, but-”

Dustin hung up.

Eddie groaned and put the phone back on the receiver slightly harder than was strictly necessary. He reclaimed his seat upon the couch and turned the movie he had been watching back on.

As the movie progressed, Eddie could feel the lids of his eyes growing heavier. He struggled to force them back open every time they closed, trying to concentrate back on the television but failing miserably. Eddie’s eyes closed once more and this time he did not fight to open them. Instead, he let his head fall comfortably onto the pillow behind him as his breathing grew deeper.

Eddie practically jumped out of his skin as a loud knock resounded throughout the trailer. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, his breaths ragged as he brought one hand up to rub at his face in an attempt to wake himself up more.

“Dustin!” Eddie shouted as he hauled himself back off the couch. He made his way begrudgingly to the door. “I swear to god if you’ve come to give me more cryptic messages, I’ll-”

Eddie closed his mouth swiftly as he opened his front door to find you standing on his porch, the lights from inside his trailer the only thing illuminating you within his doorway.

“Pizza for Munson,” you said with a smile, your brows slightly furrowed at Eddie’s shocked expression.

For some time, Eddie could not quite bring himself to speak. His heart was racing once more, but it was no longer from shock or anger. He knew in that moment that he must look ghastly; hair mused from sleep, pyjama pants topped with his hellfire shirt. But your expression did not shift from a smile, and for that Eddie was immensely grateful.

Finally, Eddie thought it quite pertinent that he should say something.

“I, ugh,” he stammered, trying to collect his thoughts. “I didn’t order a pizza.”

The smile dropped from your features as you furrowed your brows deeper.

“No, I swear it’s for this address.”

You hastily opened the bag that held the pizzas inside and ruffled around for the slip of paper that contained the order. Once having found it, you scanned its contents hastily.

“Ha!” you said triumphantly. “One pizza for Eddie Munson at the Forest Hills Trailer Park.”

You turned the docket around so that Eddie could read it. Eddie leant forward, squinting in the darkness.

“Hmmm,” Eddie hummed. “It would appear you’re right. Maybe I’ve started ordering pizzas in my sleep.”

You tilted your head back as you let out a laugh. Eddie’s heart skipped slightly at the sight of it.

“I can take it back if you don’t want it,” you said.

“Woah-woah-woah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Eddie hastily said. “What kind of pizza is it?” Eddie leaned forwards even further, trying to pry open the lid of the bag that you still held upon your hip. You pulled it away.

“Nope. You’ll have to pay first,” you said back with a smile.

“Is it Surfer Boy Pizza protocol to withhold critical information from a customer?” Eddie said, smirking as he leaned over you.

“I don’t think the protocol covers sleep-ordering pizzas.”

Eddie couldn’t quite stop the laugh that erupted from him. When he looked down upon you once more, his smile grew slightly wider at the sight of your cheeky grin.

“Well, you’ve intrigued me now. Let me grab my wallet.”

Eddie turned around but hesitated before he disappeared through the door. He looked over his shoulder at you, not quite trusting himself to turn back around lest you see the small blush that was creeping onto his features.

“You can, ugh,” Eddie hesitated. “You can come in if you want. You’ll melt out here and I’ve got a fan going so it’s a bit cooler inside.”

You smiled up at Eddie’s figure in the doorway.

“Okay,” you said before traversing the porch and following Eddie inside.

Eddie had initially thought the invitation to be a good idea—a great one even—for it would succeed in prolonging his interaction with you. But upon re-entering his home he quickly came to the realisation that he had in no way prepared his trailer for the presence of a guest. The small table that sat in front of the television was littered with glasses and plates, the dishes in the sink balanced precariously high.

And yet although he wholeheartedly regretted his decision to invite you in, his stomach twisting in embarrassment, when Eddie turned back around to apologise for the mess he found you simply staring right back at him, a beautiful smile spread across your lips. His breath hitched in his throat, and for just a moment he forgot what exactly he was meant to be doing.

“Wallet?” you questioned with a smile after Eddie had lingered confusedly for several seconds.

“Wallet!” he exclaimed, his blush deepening. “Right, sorry.”

You watched on as Eddie scrambled around the trailer in search of his wallet, a soft smile encompassing your features. After Eddie had reappeared from his bedroom for the third time with no success, he quickly stuttered, “Y-you, ah, you can take a seat if you like. Sorry. I swear I left it in my jeans but it’s not there.”

Eddie promptly disappeared back into his bedroom as you took a tentative seat upon the couch. You sunk in further than you expected, surprised at how comfortable the furniture was. It smelt vaguely of smoke mingled in with whatever cologne Eddie wore and it altogether had you feeling quite tired. You leant your head back and closed your eyes briefly.

Eddie was quite certain that his wallet had been in the jeans he had unceremoniously thrown on the floor that afternoon. But after checking the pockets—and every other pair of pockets in every other pair of jeans upon the floor—he felt like groaning in annoyance. He checked his bedside table, his chest of drawers, and the pockets of his leather jacket. He checked under his bed and in every drawer and even in his drug box. Lastly—partly because it was the only place yet to check and partly because he felt like throwing something—Eddie violently shoved his bedsheet up and off his bed. His head perked up when something thudded against the floor.

Just as Eddie’s eyes came to land upon his wallet which had been flung near the door and just as he was about to yell in triumph, he looked up to where he could partly see you sitting upon the couch. Slowly, he made his way towards the door, absentmindedly bending down to pick his wallet up on the way, before coming to stop in the doorway.

Eddie couldn’t quite help the smile that spread across his features at the sight of you; eyes closed, breathing soft. Your hair was tied up again today although this time you were missing the visor. It was slightly messy, stray strands falling out in places where you had been too lazy to fix it. And even though there were bags under your eyes, even though your cheeks were slightly sunburnt from so many deliveries throughout the sunny day, Eddie’s heart still skipped a beat at the sight of you.

“Long day?” Eddie questioned from the doorway of his bedroom.

Your eyes flew open as you rushed to stand up.

“Sorry!” you blurted out.

“No, no!” Eddie hastened to say. “It’s fine. Really. Make yourself at home.”

“No, I’m sorry, that’s so weird. I’m here to deliver your pizza not nearly fall asleep on your couch!” you began to ramble.

“Y/N,” Eddie closed the distance between you, bringing his hands up to rest upon your shoulders. You turned your gaze to look at him. “It’s fine.”

You opened your mouth to say something before seeing the look on Eddie’s face and hesitatingly closing it once more. You continued to stare up at him, seemingly unable to tear your gaze away from his. It was only when Eddie’s hand outstretched towards you that you finally looked down. He was holding a $10 note.

“Oh,” you said, surprised. “Right.” You took the cash from his hand.

“So do I finally get to know what it is that I apparently ordered?” Eddie asked with a smirk, easing some of the tension from your body.

“I didn’t tell you before because I knew you wouldn’t pay if you knew what it was,” you responded, unable to stop your own smile that spread across your lips.

“No,” Eddie said, his smile fading, his face suddenly scared. “Please don’t tell me it’s-”

Eddie bent down to extract the pizza from the bag, instantly flipping the lid of the box up. He let out a dramatic groan.

“Not Hawaiian!”

Your smile grew wider.

“I did think the order was odd when it came through.”

“You should have known me better, L/N,” Eddie said turning his attention back to you as he placed the pizza upon the coffee table. “You should have known that I was obviously being held against my will and to call the police immediately since someone was impersonating me.”

You tilted your head back and laughed.

“Next time you order anything with even a vegetable on it I’ll be sure to bring in the military.”

Eddie leaned in with smirk. “Good girl.”

He wasn’t too sure why he said it nor when he had actually made the decision to do so. It was as if the words fell from his mouth of their own volition, lingering in the air between you, echoing relentlessly around the room. A violent blush crept up to Eddie’s features and yet he did not turn away. For just a moment he thought he saw a similar heat appear upon your cheeks. You were close now, closer than you had realised as Eddie looked down upon you. A silence engulfed the two of you; so thick and palpable in the air that it made it hard to breathe.

“I should...ugh,” you practically whispered. “I should leave you to your pizza.”

“You should, um,” Eddie breathed back. “You should stay. Help me eat this monstrosity.”

Neither of you moved as Eddie waited with bated breath for your response. When it was not provided instantly, Eddie couldn’t quite help the pit of disappointment that erupted within his stomach. He turned his head away.

“But you probably have to get back to work. Sorry, that was a stupid suggestion.”

“No,” you hastily responded. “No,” you said again, slower this time, “You were my last delivery of the night...so...I’ve got time.”

Eddie tried to stop the smile that threatened to erupt onto his features. He did not succeed. Unceremoniously and quite ungracefully, Eddie threw himself backwards onto the couch. The sudden movement startled you slightly until you couldn’t help but laugh at the boy before you. Eddie patted the spot on the couch next to him encouragingly.

“Great! I need someone to help me pick off the pineapple anyway.”

You laughed slightly as you took the seat next to Eddie, misjudging the distance between the armrest and the boy so that your leg brushed against his. However, you did not move away.

“I will do no such thing,” you said as Eddie leaned forward to swivel the box before you, opening the lid with a flick of his wrist.

“So I offer you half my pizza and you won’t even help me make it edible?” Eddie said, turning back to look at you with a smile.

“Nope,” you responded with a smirk before leaning forward, extracting a slice from the box and shoving practically half of it into your mouth, pineapple and all. You were quite certain that you looked wholeheartedly unattractive in that moment—your mouth full, a stray sliver of sauce adorning your upper lip—but you could not quite bring yourself to care as Eddie scoffed at you with a smile.

“That’s disgusting,” Eddie said, and upon seeing your face drop slightly, hastily added, “I shall be removing the pineapple like a civilised person.”

Your smile returned and Eddie let out a small breath of relief. He turned back to the pizza and began slowly picking off each piece of pineapple, flicking them onto the cardboard.

“Says the person who likes barbeque sauce.”

“I refuse to respond to that, witch.”

A laugh erupted from your lips. When his half of the pizza was finally free of pineapple, Eddie removed a slice and brought it up to his lips. A silence sat between you as you ate. It was comfortable, you realised, being here with him like this.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you,” Eddie said after he had finished his slice.

“For what? Room temperature pizza?”

“No,” he said, chuckling slightly. “For high school. For...I don’t know...treating me like a human being.”

“You shouldn’t thank me for that, Eddie,” you said, the smile faltering from your features. “That’s like the bare minimum for being a decent person.”

“Well, I want to,” Eddie said back, his voice softer now as he turned on the couch to face you. “It made a difference to me and...well, I just wanted you to know that.”

“I should have done more then,” you said, mirroring Eddie’s movements so that the two of you now faced each other. His arm came up to rest on the back of the couch beside you, making him inch slightly closer. “I think we would have been good friends if I’d tried harder.”

“I always wanted to talk to you more,” Eddie breathed out. “I just never worked up the courage.”

Eddie wasn’t quite sure which one of you had inched closer, nor did he particularly care, too consumed in your scent and the way your leg was resting next to his. He was unable to bring his racing heart under control as he dug one hand into his lap to stop you from seeing how badly he was shaking.

“Was I that scary?” you responded with a smile.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie smirked back. “The scariest.”

“I never once thought that about you, you know?” you said, practically breathless.

“Is that so?”

“I always thought that behind all the hair and the rings and the satanic worshipping-”

Eddie barked out a laugh.

“I always thought you were a big softy deep down.”

Eddie looked upon you now with something very close to adoration. In that moment he was sure that he had never been seen so clearly by anyone before.

And because he was quite certain that you could read his mind anyway, he breathed out, “I always thought you were...perfect.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your lips were inches from Eddie’s now so that you could feel his breath brush against your nose, his scent lingering all around you. It was like the two of you were suspended in time, neither of you closing the small distance that still remained between you. Your gaze looked up from Eddie’s lips to find him staring right back at you, something dark lingering behind his eyes.

And because Eddie had spent so very long staring at you from afar and because he could not quite believe that you were sitting so close before him, he decided it was time that he did not run away for once. He was quite certain that the two of you would linger in your created limbo all night if he did not do anything, and the thought oddly terrified him.

When he leaned forwards, it was slowly, partly because he was half expecting you to pull away and partly because he simply could not bring himself to go any faster. When his lips brushed against yours, the touch was so soft and so fleeting that at first he thought he might have dreamt it. But then you were kissing him back and it was firmer, more solid, more real. You brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. Eddie brought his hand that had been resting on the back of the couch up to graze along your jaw, his other hand coming to rest at your waist, itching to pull you into him.

And then he could taste you, but whether it was because he had deepened the kiss or you had, he couldn’t quite tell nor did he particularly care. You tasted so heavenly that he thought in that moment that he would never taste anything so delicious ever again. There was the saltiness of the dough, the flavour of the sauce, and just faintly, the sweetness of the pineapple which was surprisingly a very welcomed addition. Not that he would ever admit that.

You were so soft and so warm and so breathtakingly beautiful that Eddie thought if he were to wake up from a dream he would not altogether be surprised. You seemed to fit so well against him, your scent intoxicating as you consumed each other.

And then you were pulling away, panting heavily, and Eddie had to refrain himself from chasing your lips. He kept his eyes closed for just a little while longer, revelling in the memory of your lips against his. When he reopened them, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his features at the sight of you—still there, still real—before him.

“You thought I was perfect?” you said.

Eddie furrowed his brows. “What?”

“That’s in the past tense. You don’t think it anymore?”

He could tell that you were joking, a lazy grin spread across your features.

“Well I’ve come to learn some crucial information about your opinions on barbeque sauce which are a bit of a red flag if I’m hones-”

You connected your lips to his once more, just briefly.

“I might be able to overlook that though,” Eddie whispered.

A silence lingered between you.

“I have to get back to the store before we close,” you said, smiling softly up at him as you stood up from the couch slowly.

“Can I see you again?” Eddie asked as he walked you to the door.

“I’d like that.”

You lingered on the porch as Eddie leant against the doorframe, glancing down at you with a soft smile. Turning back around, you quickly stood on the tips of your toes to connect your lips to Eddie’s one last time. He unfolded his arms and placed them firmly upon your waist, pulling you subconsciously closer towards him.

“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing you order pizzas in your sleep,” you said with a smile.

“Oh, I’m certain I didn’t order that pizza.” Eddie turned his gaze upwards to look at the trailer that sat across the dirt road. Four heads and one pair of binoculars stared at him through the open window, all four of them quickly scrambling away as Eddie looked up. “But I have a feeling I know who did.”

“Well thank them for me,” you responded.

Eddie didn’t take his eyes off of you as you descended the steps of his porch and headed to your car. His breath hitched slightly at the smile you flashed him before you drove away. It was only when your car had crested the small hill and disappeared that he finally moved, making his way down the porch steps and crossing the dirt road that separated his trailer from Max Mayfield’s.

The door was open when he tried it as he instantly burst into the trailer. Four kids ducked for cover behind the couch. Eddie chased them, his hands coming to rest upon the shirt of the curly-haired one.

“Don’t kill me!” Dustin screamed.

“Hawaiian?! Really?!”

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phone call. (part two)

AHHHHHHHHHHHH i was so obsessed with the first part and so why not make a second!! (based on this, credit to rowarn and the anon who had the idea!!)

pairings: bf!simon riley x fem!reader

taglist: @cloudyeventss

tags: INTENSE VOYUERISM!! fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, a little dacryphillia if u squint, aftercare, p in v, lmk if i missed anything, and most importantly, UNDER 13 DNI!!

A couple days later, you and Johnny had made it to 30 hours on your next FaceTime. So far, one of your records, getting close to your longest of 40 hours. You lay on the couch, practically falling asleep as you had a mumbled and tired conversation with Johnny about something or other.

“Pineapple does not belong on pizza. Period. End of story. Concluded.” You state factually, and he chuckles.

“Alright.. what about.. boiled carrots?”

“Boiled carrots? Are you out of your mind? No, they’re disgusting mush. If i wanted to look like i was eating shit i’d scarf down some pudding,” You yawn.

“Tired, lass?” He asks, turned away to do whatever, probably making some food.

“Hm.. Yeah,”

Johnny chuckles, returning to whatever he was doing, humming some song.. Toxic, by Brittany Spears. He was such a dork.

“With the taste of your lips i’m on a rideeeee,” You giggle, eyes closed and voice tired.

“You’re toxic I’m slippin’ under! With the taste of a poison paradiseeeeee, i’m addicted to you don’t you know that you’re toxic?” He belts, dancing, causing you to curl up, tearing up with laughter. He was the second biggest, scariest guy you knew, singing Brittany Spears in his kitchen.

“I’m gonna buy you a cute little sundress with a cute frilly apron, turn you into a little housewife.” You mumble, falling asleep a few seconds after speaking.

-a little bit later-

Simon walks into the room, seeing you passed out on the couch with the credits to a movie rolling on the tv, remote long forgotten. Johnny sits on the phone, eating some food. You look so sweet, asleep and vulnerable all curled up. He grabs your phone and slips it into his pocket before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared room, placing you down gently among your many stuffed animals and comfy blankets. He plugged your phone in, mumbling a greeting to Johnny, whose face was currently stuffed with food.

You whined softly, making grabby hands at the lack of warmth. Simon quickly crawls into the bed, tossing your blankets over the both of you and wrapping his arms around you. You were so sweet.

Upon waking up, you find yourself on top of Simon, his arms around your waist, one hand resting firmly on your plump ass.

“Ah, good morning love.” He coos, and you reply with a gentle kiss to his soft, scarred lips.

“Morning, sisi..” You say softly, tiredly, nuzzling back into his chest.

“Forgettin’ ‘bout me, lass?” Johnny says from the phone and you giggle.

“I’m spending time with my boyfriend,” You reply, nuzzling back into Simon’s chest as he gently squeezes your ass. Simon chuckles and hums, rubbing your ass in gentle circles.

You look up and begin kissing him gently, sweetly, and he returns to kiss passionately, tongue slowly slipping into your mouth as you moan gently. He pulls you closer and kisses you deeper, indulging in a gentle make out session. He chuckles and bites your bottom lip, tugging gently and looking down at your sweet doe eyes.

“Say.. Johnny, how would you feel about comin’ over for dinner tonight?” Simon asks suddenly, looking into the camera.

“I coul’ neva’ tern down a free meal,” Johnny responds with a chuckle, and you squeal softly, happy to have him back to your house

“Hi Johnny!!” You squeal, running and hugging him tightly, arms around his large neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you back for a moment before letting go and putting you down.

“So, what’s fer dinna’?”

“I made pasta! The sauce is marinara, and I also made some garlic bread and salad as a side!”

“Sounds lovely, lass,” He coos with a chuckle, following you and Simon into the dining room where you have the food laid out, fresh pasta and bread steaming.

You all sat down at the table, serving yourselves and preparing to eat. You were sat next to Simon, Johnny across from you both.

You all were enjoying your food, but Simon was enjoying something else far more. As you ate, he’d been toying with your clit beneath the table, gently shoving two fingers in and out of your sopping pussy. You’re glad that the sounds of all of you eating, getting more servings, etc. covered the wet squelching of your tight cunt.

“Oh- Dropped my fork,” Simon chuckles, dropping beneath the table, fork obviously still on the table. He quickly kneels before you and sloppily, quickly eats you out, hearing you hide your moans in your food as you cum on his tongue. He wipes his face off and climbs back up, looking at Johnny who seems to have a grasp on what’s going on now.

“Such a sweet girl, ain’t she? Makin all this good food for us?” Simon purrs, rubbing your thigh with still wet fingers.

“Very good.”

“Johnny, why don’t you be a darling and put the dishes in the dishwasher?” You ask sweetly.

“Course, lass.”

“Thank you!”

And when he walked back in.. Steaming Jesus was he met with a sight. You were bent over the table, full doggy, gripping the tablecloth as Simon pounded into you. You were moaning, trying to muffle the noises, breath catching in your throat at each harsh thrust. Johnny sat back down where he was before, having a perfect angle to watch you get rammed into.

“Such a pretty lass,” Johnny chuckles, palming himself before pushing his hand beneath his waistband and gently stroking his length.

He listens to your sweet moans and whimpers, and Simon’s rough groans and grunts as he ruins your sweet cunt. He listens to the animalistic groan that leaves Simon as he empties himself inside of your fluttering hole, before looking up at Johnny through half-lidded eyes.

“You wantin’ desert, Johnny?”

“An’ what woul’ desert be?”

“You get to eat out her little cunt, all filled with my cum.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” Johnny chuckles, pulling his hand out of his pants, his boxers stick with his release. He walks over to you, kneeling behind you and spreading your legs, running a finger through your flooding folds. He groans at the sight of your tight little hole, clenching around nothing. He places a gentle kiss to your swollen clit, making you squirm and whine.

“Hey, jus’ cleanin ye up, lass,” He coos, slowly plunging his tongue deep into your cunt, causing you to moan and sob, squirming agains the table as he slurps at your puffy, cum-filled cunt. He groans against your core, the vibrations making you moan louder. He feels you cum onto his tongue as he licks the rest of Simon’s cum and yours out of your cunt. His face is soaked, but he’s happier than he’s ever been. He gets up, wiping the extra cum and slick off his face before patting Simon on the back as he leaves. “Ya taste good, big guy.”

Your back was pressed to Simon’s chest in the bath as he gently massaged your abused body. Breasts hurting from being pressed against the table, cunt hurting from the overstimulation, back hurting from being arched for so long, legs hurting because Simon’s cock always ruins your ability to walk.

“I know, I know,” He coos, massaging your soft tits gently as you whimpered, face pressed into his neck.

“Did ya enjoy that?” He asks softly, and you answer with a tired nod, to which he takes as bath time is over and it’s bed time. He picks you up, drys you off and carries you to bed, your naked body curling up to him instinctively, desperate for his warmth.

“Such a good girl..” He whispers, kissing your head as he too, succumbs to sleep.

OK THIS WAS FUCKING FILTHY. but i had sm fun finally writing this!! in the middle, i got a call from a random girl saying she got my number from her brother who met me at a party which is weird bc i don’t go to parties often at least i haven’t gone to one recently so that was weird but it was funny af anyways i got my haircut and once it’s dry and looks good i’ll post photos. <3

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lacrimosathedark · 2 years

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Random stupid headcanon:

Every person who has Dick Grayson’s phone number has a time or two, sent him that Vine of the guy going, “What the fuck, Richard?”

Steph was the first to do it. Tim had the idea first, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. But Stephanie opened the floodgates and Tim and Babs began working.

They started finding every video they could find of Nightwing doing dumb shit or missing a mark (I’m remembering him almost falling off a train when Tim told him Steph was pregnant) and putting it to that sound and sending it to the whole family’s group chat. And that’s how it starts.

Dick is not one to be easily embarrassed (man wore the Discowing costume, he has no shame) but his siblings find a way. And it gets public.

They start taking videos of not Nightwing, but Dick Grayson doing weird or dumb shit and start making TikToks or Instagram or Twitter vids (or all of the above) and putting it to that sound.

Babs records Dick seemingly attempting to teach Haley to do tricks that involve a lot of jumping and balancing while Dick is also balancing at odd angles. Very circus vibes.

Tim gets him passed out on Tim’s couch with a cereal box open next to him that Tim didn’t even fucking buy??? Why is it in his apartment??? Why is Dick in his apartment??????

(Tim also one time privately sent him a video of him watching the video that tipped him off that Dick was Robin and looked flatly at the camera. Because that somersault was totally necessary.)

Stephanie takes video of him eating distinctly pineapple pizza (I like it but, y’know, it’s apparently an atrocity). She also gets Tim in that video because he also likes pineapple pizza, but he just gives her this flat look that clearly displays that if he didn’t love her he’d flip her off.

Jason sees him dogear a book ONE TIME and now it’s all over the internet that he is a book murderer, how fucking dare he

Cass, sneaky little ninja she is, manages to get him sneaking into the manor’s kitchen at night and stealing cherries off a cheesecake Alfred had prepared for the next day.

Damian manages to set up a camera in a gym outside the cave where he trains with Dick and he does some ridiculously needless flourishy flip.

Duke gets him too, though it’s something tame and innocuous like him missing getting trash in the trash can or something.

Kory doesn’t fully understand the trend and just posts a video of Dick being cute and captions it with something like “Humanity is so beautiful <3″ or something like that. How dare Dick be so gorgeous?

Linda Park-West gets him and Wally doing some dumb shit like balancing spoons on their noses.

Even Bruce joins in, posting an old video of him swinging from the goddamn chandelier like the acrobatic heathen he is.

Dick is used to receiving at least one video a week.

But he, and everyone else, is entirely unprepared when one day he does something dumb in the manor and they all hear Alfred say, “As I’ve heard it said, what the fuck, Master Richard?”

#DC Comics #Batman #Bat Family #Nightwing #Dick Grayson #Barbara Gordon #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #Cassandra Cain #stephanie brown #Duke Thomas #Koriand'r #Wally West #Linda Park #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #I think I'm funny

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hearts4youz · 6 months

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The Captains Daughter Chapter 11

A/N: kinda rushed this one but a lil more action for ya. Thank yall so much for reading my fic!!

1.5k words

Reader pov:

The next morning at breakfast you were extra groggy. The single off day had thrown off your sleep schedule. Dark circles hung under your eyes, you squinted at the bright light in the mess. You felt a presence behind you, you turned around to reveal Ghost.

"Listen Y/N..." he said in a monotone voice.

"About the other day, at training. I'm sorry." He let out a breath as he said the last word.

You raised an eyebrow.

"You... your sorry?" heat flooded to your cheeks.

"Yeah I... shouldn't have pushed you so hard." This was very unlike him. It felt like the walls were down. You took this opportunity to slip in a joke without getting yelled at.

"You have a heart?" you smirked.

"A cold one" he grunted.

You smiled, you felt like he opened up, like there was some understanding between you two now. Like you were closer. He didn't appear to reciprocate as his face had the same stone cold look. Your mind was taken off of it as everyone else began to gather at the table, talking loudly. Price quickly quieted them down as he cleared his throat to make an announcement.

"Meeting room, right after breakfast. Mission today," he kept it short and sweet.

You finished your breakfast while listening to Gaz and Soap debate on a variety of topics.

"Pineapple belongs on pizza!" Gaz shouted.

"No. It. does. NOT!!!" Soap said, standing up.

Things were just getting interesting, but then your father scolded them. At that point, you decided to throw away your trash and head towards the meeting room. You walked down the corridor and stopped for a moment to look out the window. Snow whirled around, the pine trees outside had icicles dangling from them. It was a truly picturesque scene. It brought you back to years ago, when outside your living room window was a landscape just like this one.

It was a beautiful morning, just like this one. It was a dreamy white Christmas, one you would only see in movies. The family, gathered by the tree, basking in the comfort of each other. The mother, recording the kids opening the presents. The father, just as surprised at the gifts as the kids are. Except, this was not the movies, your mother had left that summer, and your father was slowly recovering. He managed to put together a breakfast for you, the pancakes were burnt, but you knew better than to complain. At this point, you understood that mommy wasn't coming back, and daddy needed his space. Today was especially hard for him, even at your young age, you knew to be extra cheery to try and bring up his spirits. You opened the gifts he bought you, thanking him after each one, until there was one remaining under the tree. He squinted at it.

"I didn't put that one there" He said suspiciously.

"I did!" You said with a grin.

He looked at you, puzzled as you placed the wrapped present in his hands. He tore off the wrapping paper and it almost brought him to tears. He held up a framed picture of the two of you standing together at thanksgiving at your grandparents house. You had on the adorable long sleeve with a cartoon turkey on it, your father wore a polo and nice pants. It was one of the first times he had genuinely smiled since your mother left. The frame was decorated in a kiddish fashion, you had made it yourself at preschool.

"Y/N..." he choked.

"I love it."

You broke into a smile as he was at a loss for words. To this day, that picture sits on top of your mantle. After that day, Price's mood improved tremendously. He no longer spent long hours in his bedroom alone. There were still tough days, but from that moment on, things got better.

Your trance was broken by Gaz's voice, "Y/N come on! the meetings about to start."

"Coming," You said, as you made your way into the meeting room.

The second you sat down, your father began to speak. He talked about today's mission. Your head perked up at the word mission.

This is my chance to prove myself to Ghost, you thought.

Price droned on about the details and you listened intently, not wanting to mess anything up.

"Today's task is simple. Take out a person of interest, and head home. Lets try not to cause a ruckus in the town, alright"

A picture of the man's face was broadcast on the screen at the front of the room. He was quite ugly, with a long scar running down his ghostly pale, blotchy face. If you weren't so focused, you would laugh at that man being considered a threat.

When it was time to board the helicopter, you triple checked your gear, this earned you a laugh from Soap. When you reach the designated area, you follow protocol exactly as you are supposed to. You act exactly like a young, green, recruit, which is slightly embarassing, but hopefully it will pay off when you do something right. Last mission you weren't exactly impressive, this mission, you will prove yourself worthy of working with the 141.

Everyone gathers around as the helicopter drops you off.

"Alright listen up" Price commands.

"Trusted intel says our guy is in a house about 5 miles from here, I had us dropped off here so we can make a discreet entrance. We don't want a repeat of last time around."

"Gaz and Soap will enter through the back when we get there. Ghost, Y/N, and I will go through the front. Understood?"

Everyone nods a yes. You all begin trekking through the woods. Gaz and Soap continue their arguement from earlier.

"YES you can put ranch on pizza!" Soap yells.

"NOO!" Gaz yells.

Everyone chuckles as they carry on, their bickering passes the time.

Hours later, you finally reach the house. It is on the outskirts of a small town, only a few people mill about in the streets. Your group crouches at the edge of the woods to avoid being seen by civilians. Once the coast is clear, You, Ghost, and Price run to the front door, while Soap and Gaz do the same in the back. The team moves almost in sync with each other. They break down the doors on both sides immediately taking enemy fire from the occupants inside. You are severely outnumbered, but this is nothing that the 141 hasn't dealt with before. You do an impressive job, taking out many combatants and helping advance further in the house.

Once the first floor is cleaned out, the team moves up the stairs, there are a lot less soldiers so the next few floors are quick work. When you reach the door where intel says the POI is, it is of course, locked. Gaz takes a step back, winds up, and kicks the spot next to the lock, effectively breaking it. You wait a moment before opening the door, listening for how many are inside.

You find yourself at the front when the door is finally opened. Swallowing your fear, you rush inside, there are multiple soldiers. You fire three rounds, three enemies fall backward onto the floor, blood pouring out of their chests. Soap and Ghost take out a few more.

"Where's the POI?" Price says.

Everyone looks around uneasily.

"He has to be in this building, there's too many soldiers here for there to be nothing of value," you answer.

Everyone backs out of the room through the broken door, but you feel like you're being watched. You decide not to say anything out of fear of being mocked. You decide to bring up the rear of the group so you can watch your six without being questioned for turning around so often.

You give the room a last glance, you are startled by a tall, lanky man, possibly in his early 50's. He points a pistol at you with his finger on the trigger.

Your eyes widen, "DOWN!" You scream.

Without questioning, everyone hits the deck, flattening themselves to the weathered floor as a shot whizzed by overhead. Like lightning, everyone is on their feet again in a flash. Returning fire to the man. Multiple bullets hit him, his body convulses, then crumples to the ground.

"Fucking hell," Ghost sighs as he catches his breath.

Price claps a hand on your shoulder, "Way to watch our backs kiddo." he says with a proud smile.

You release a pent up breath and smile. You slightly relax as Gaz identifies the body as the POI you were after.

"You've done well today, kid," Soap exclaims. Everyone nods in response.

He was right, you did well today. Maybe tomorrow Ghost wouldn't go so hard on you in training. Maybe you could even share a moment together like this morning. Your heart fluttered at the idea of his praise, since it was so rare.

You went to bed happy that night. Exhausted, but happy.

Taglist: @abbiesxox @n30n-j3lly @weird-katthing @kayoyamamegame

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nerdieforpedro · 6 months

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His Place of Peace

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader

Fanfiction - teens and up I guess?

Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist

Warnings: just fluff and maybe a few innuendos, brief mention of drug use

Notes: I’ve actually had this in my WIP folder for a while. Re-worked it a bit and feel like it’s ready. A soft Dieter was inspired by lo-fi beats and coffee. Maybe how he would be if he was at home and looking over scripts. He’s touch oriented so I thought this fit.

Length: 835 (New personal short record!)

“Honey, you can’t wear those.” A gray robe was draped over the love seat as Dieter plopped on the floor in front of it. He had a script in hand and needed to focus.

“Why? I’m in my house and it’s a little cool.” You stood in the doorway to the living room. Happy that he was home, but a little miffed that he didn’t start with a greeting at least. It had been a year, you knew him well enough by now that Dieter Bravo didn’t always give you what you wanted, but he somehow surprised you with what you didn’t know you needed.

“I won’t feel your thighs properly if you wear pajama pants. Keep your tank top on though.” He instructed, and started to read the script again. You walked back to the bedroom and slipped off your bottoms, then donned a pair of white cheeky panties to match your tank top and walked out to the loveseat. Dieter peeked up at you,

“You didn’t need to put on panties.” His eyes went back to his script. Mumbling to himself, you’d only get parts of him now, the award winner took his craft seriously. Claiming your seat next to him on the loveseat, you didn’t feel like being compliant quite yet. One arm snaked over your thigh and his head leaned on your knee. “Baby, help me out.” His dark brown curls tickled your skin, you reached your hand for them but stopped yourself, it would be giving in. “Please…?” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew your boyfriend was making a pouty face.

“Fine, but I want cheese ravioli with garlic bread from that chef you take with you when you travel.” Your hand met its place among his rolling strands. They felt like silk and massaging his scalp helped him focus on learning his lines, so he said. A soft purr of satisfaction came from Dieter’s chest. Despite how frustrating he could be, moments like these made him sweet in your eyes. He wasn’t content with just the scalp massage, he wiggled in-between your legs and lifted your calves, placing your knees on each of his shoulders. Bravo locked his arms around your calves so you wouldn’t move your legs off, eyes still on his script. The facial hair on each side of his cheeks and jaw enticed you to start digging your fingernails on his scalp kneading the skin.

A calming hum left Deiter as he flipped the page, carefully reading what he needed to say next, trying to picture the character he would be playing in this role. His head started to bob side to side, alternating with the pressure from your fingernails into his scalp.

“You’re perfect, you know that right? I’ll tell the chef to make that nasty ass pineapple on one of the pizzas we’ll have tomorrow night. The ravioli will be tonight though. I need a kiss from my perfect woman, please?” His neck extended and his mischievous coffee eyes drank you in, your smile, the messy bun you had on your head, the tanktop that fit better six months ago according to you but Dieter would tell you it hugs you in the correct places. The only person that wasn’t contractually obligated to stay by his side through his three stents in rehab but convinced him to make the coke and molly an every other week treat.

“Alright, but then you’re going back to your script.” Your soft lips touched his forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. His large hand cupped your cheek to hold your face there so he could keep looking at you, studying your face, your moles, the small scar in your hairline that you told him was from you tried to use a hot comb on your hair by yourself. You turned your head to kiss the small circle tattoo he had on his left hand.

The actor’s face beamed at the small moments with you like this. Ones he thought he’d never have because he was always herded like some prize cattle, from one place to the next and any reprieve he found were in powders, bottles and pills. Due to his schedule, he barely had time to paint anymore, but here you were. Someone he could come home to, make jokes with, supportive and loving. His head was in the best place it could be, between your thick thighs, heavy legs keeping him from floating away in the weightless feeling you gave him each time you touched him.

Dieter’s hand let go of your face as you sat back, gently running the pads of your fingers across his forehead where your lips had been. His eyes returned to the words on the pages, re-reading the same line three times. He felt safe and loved, he cleared his throat to re-focus himself again finally getting to the line below, he’d stay here all night if allowed, secure with his beautiful perfect woman right above him.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x plus size reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo fluff

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totaldrama-showdowns · 3 months

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Submissions for the Non-Human Showdown! Including ones that are invalid!

Fang (x2)

“🦈🦈🦈”

“He's Fang ❤”

Cody Jr (x2)

“Cody Jr! No! Not Aunty Heather!”

Mr Coconut (x2)

“The og. Should have won every season /serious”

vince the alligator (x2)

“SWEEEEP”

“The lore… so immaculate”

the don box (x2)

“bzzz i have a stupid fucking clue for you. ah fuck the interns put me in a lame outfit again”

“what id don on about he's slaying in that shirt”

wt pineapple (x2)

“ALEPINEAPPLE FOREVER!!!”

“👅🐍🐍🐍🐍”

Irene the fish (x2)

“shes so beautiful i’d kiss her too”

“The final remaining member of Team Victory after DJs elimination, Irene went on to win the million and the hearts of many.”

the chrarry baby (x2)

“Goo goo gaa gaa”

“ive got my eye on u chris mclean”

Princess Beth Doll

“I WANT TO BUY ONE SO BAD IRL!!!!! Also, this too is yuri”

Old Jester from reboot S2ep9

“I love when Damien hugged him! That's scene is soooo cute. Also I love fluffy animal!”

Bobo :)

“SEASON 2 SPOILERS Bobo is the name of the bear that had the Raj mask in season 2 episode 12 :) idk I just think he’s silly”

DJ’s bunny

the Chris-shaped cake that Julia's group made

“I wanna eat that thang”

Dramarama Cody

“He's an alien”

Theodore (MK's stuffed unicorn)

(the arts and crafts) Shed (from season 1)

“shed sweep”

that evil little seal from wt

“sooo little and evil. who can hate him”

caleb rock

“possibly the best version of him out there”

the skull duncan carved for courtney

“you cant deny how iconic it was”

eva’s mp3 player

“the most important character in td history”

heather’s various hairstyles

“possibly the most diverse and versatile entity in td historu”

pahkitew island

“The best one”

Myself

“:^)”

ryan seacrests car

“very fast”

chef's car (total dramarama and gen 4)

“MY CAR!!!!!”

alien clone cody

“AAAAAAA*explodes into green goo*”

chris's wig

“wiggin”

heather's wig

“wiggin”

total drama yum yuk happy go time candy fish tails

“You ate it!”

trents five finger shirt

“5”

princess courtney CD

“all the greatest hits!”

owens butt

“fart”

anne maria’s hair style

“Ey im walkin here”

bridgettes surfboard

“BONK”

the fake antlers from the paintball ep

“Duncney”

manitobas fedora

“served!”

beary <3

“it’s LITERALLY beary”

ripper’s world record breaking fart

“he did it”

the portrait of cody as blue boy in wt

“funny looking”

sierra’s pizza box-cum-laptop*

“she uses the internet AND eats witj it. shes a genius”

*Mod Note: this refers to cum meaning: combined with; also used as (used to describe things with a dual nature or function).

waynes accent

“Eh we play hockey eh”

mal ventriloquist doll

“aaah im evil mal doll”

alejandro puppet

“we do a little trolling”

Chef 2.0

“He made him from a cashew”

Mt. Kīlauea

“She has the mercy to have her lava not hot enough to kill Alejandro, Ezekiel, and that random intern like... Everyone say "thank you" or somethin idk. Do you think she feels bad that Alejandro ended up in a robot suit because”

Immunity idol s4-5

“They ruined it's design in the reboot boooooooo”

MK's infernape

“Listen, she's a gamer and she's based. She would totally pick chimchar in bdsp. She probably hates people who tells her to "play platinum" because that was a game made for old people.

Try and exclude this submission, I dare you. There's nothing that says I can't submit theoretical non-humans. There's a non-zero chance that MK has an Infernape and I know it's been raised to have some awesome sneaky move. If you exclude this, I bet you'd allow "Mike's Torterra" because only a grass type fan would be a fire type and MK hater!!

Julia would keep her piplup unevolved and beat her console into tiny bits when she gets to Cynthia btw”

the drone of shame

“[picks up victim and flies away] wheeee”

that giant bowl of rice they fall into in japan

“mm giant bowl of rice”

noah’s dog

“his epic dog”

celine dion cardboard cutout

“love fucking wins #duncney”

the face huggers from Area 51

“rip tyler”

ezekiel MISSING milk carton

“Sad! He died.”

the eagle chris shot and killed

“someone arrest this man. again”

the confessional

“it’s always there for you”

geoff’s splinter

“OW”

the bread from codys pants

“man i need to rewatch island. i fucking love the pants bread”

That ice cream snowman from SMS

“LISTEN. JUST BECAUSE HE IS FROM THE EPISODE THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN NOT GIVE HIM HIS RESPECT”

bear

“the one from raptear specifically. let's go lesbians”

that pizza chase threw the challenge for

“clearly he should be with it rather than emma. chemma? chipper? chazee? nope never fucking heard of them”

Momma's Spice

“*sprinkles it on op's head* mmmm tasty”

The Gilded Chris award

WT barf bags

“give a real f to those guys. never appeared after episode 7.”

the toxic marshmallow of loserdom

“killer of staci's hair”

The lavatory confessional

“bitch is iconic. 6/8 is a passing mark!!!”

Courtney's PDA

“why wouldnt they call it a phone idk but its so camp”

The Cassowaries

“Male cassowaries are responsible for raising the young. We love an involved father.”

Fire-breathing winged mountain goats

“You could make an Undertale reference with this (also they're really cool)”

Giant Beetle

“Dott shippers will like this one”

Mutated Maggots

“They're pretty cute!”

Six-Legged Rats

“ADORABLE EEEEEEEP!!!!”

scott bird

“what a beautiful bird”

Chef's car

“It may play a role in mkulia canon”

Gethin

that rainbow porridge in episode 8 of the reboot

“aw hell naw chris cookin up the gay porridge”

The cassowary that fell in love with Zee

“We love an iconic single mother looking for love”

The rat in the cargo hold that appears on screen for 0.5 seconds during Ezekiel's solo in "Come Fly With Us"

“That rat really carried the whole song. Iconic. Astounding. Never before seen talent. Lady Gaga is shaking in her Demonias.”

The Erymanthian Boar

“It wrecked Duncan's shit in Greece.”

The dock of shame

“So many teens walked on her, i think she deserves some recognizion”

gwen's blender necklace

Zoey's hamster (Miss Puffycheeks)

“It's cute and can punch a cat, need I say more?”

#nonhuman showdown #unused submissions

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moonshinemusings · 1 year

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This blog *-* Can I have a headcanon for Price ? The ones for Soap and Alejandro are ghgffhh <3

Hello there! I'm really glad you like my blog, thank you! Here are some headcanons about our favourite Captain :)

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General John Price headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of PTSD, depression (?), smoking, canon typical violence

A/N: This turns pretty grim by the end, but I hope you still like it!

• This man watches football whenever he can and he's been at matches quite a lot in his life. He took Gaz with him a few times, even Laswell once

• Sometimes he snores like a dad and Gaz needed several days to get used to the sound in order to sleep when they started working together

• Tells horrible dad jokes all the time and he knows most of the guys hate them, but won't stop

• Coughs like his lungs will collapse but somehow he's healthy

• His knee always crunches like it's about to break

• He's mostly unperturbed by all the carnage and violence by now, but he saw a baby being born once and almost fainted and threw up

• In full honesty he doesn't mind cheaper cigars, but he likes to fuck with everyone by acting like he hates them

• The smell of the smoke on his breath/clothes is really noteable but he doesn't care

• Has a high alcohol tolerance. The only way you will know if he's getting tipsy is by noticing the subtle change in his accent to deeper and more slurred words. If somehow he's really gone, then you will know by the little red tints on his cheeks (which are mostly hidden by his facial hair, but you can see it up close)

• Not an early bird. He tends to be grumpy in the mornings, but if you give him coffee it's gonna be fine

• Which reminds me: his preferred drink will always be a good whiskey, but he usually downs anything he has to (coffee, tea, those horrible protein shakes, vitamin mixes and so on)

• Occasionally reads, mostly classics or novels

• Prefers salty food over sweet

• The secret of the facial hair? Patience and genuine care about his appearance. He shaves for like an hour every time because he doesn't want to ruin his mustache/beard (Alex is the same damn way I swear)

• He likes jazz music and 80's rock. Sometimes he blasts those horrendous English raps too because he knows the others hate it (sorry if I insulted anyone lol)

• Thinks pineapple on pizza is hideous (Soap loves it lol)

• He's had so many broken bones in his life, he has no idea if there is any in his body that he didn't destroy at least once yet

• He doesn't really like action/military based movies because of the unnecessary violence in them. They remind him of things he doesn't want to remember too much. He'd rather watch shitty romantic movies or even comedies, but he won't be caught dead while laughing at them. He also tends to laugh while watching horror movies, but the heavy gore can remind him of bad memories

• He doesn't care about social media or any of that stuff really. Sometimes Gaz shows him stuff like cat videos because he loves them. Everything he knows he got it from Kyle tbh

• He has no fashion sense whatsoever. Outside of work he either looks like a dad on vacation, or still wears too much stuff similar to his gear that he seems to be going back to work in 10 minutes

• He likes fuzzy socks btw

• Adores big dogs, he can just wrestle with them and when they lay on him it makes him feel centered and comfortable thanks to their weight

• Unreasonably good at poker and he has the highest record with like 2 wins behind Laswell (who he just can't beat)

• He can handcraft a bunch of stuff if you give him a piece of wood and a knife. He made little figures for Gaz and the guy kept them as lucky charms over the years

• He doesn't fuss around too much about food and he's not picky. Whatever he gets, he gets, and that's fine by him (he used to live off worst stuff anyways). He loves meat though, a nice steak always puts him in a good mood. Also probably makes mean bbq

• Drinks beverages like orange juice or even milk straight out of the carton

• He's a man who always keeps his promises. Not one to lie or feed half truths, he always straight up says everything he has to

• Has a collection of weird/dumb looking beanies he has received over the years from his team

• He met Kate's wife once and she made him feel like family in the best way possible. He was glad his best friend had such a great person in their life that they could go home to

• Very protective of his men. He has lost too many friends and doesn't want to lose anyone else

• His biggest fear is ending up alone, watching everyone he loves die

• Every man he has lost weights heavy on his shoulders. He remembers their faces, but not all their names which makes him feel even more guilty

• Tends to bottle up his emotions and act like everything is fine. Sometimes he breaks down seemingly out of nowhere, but only when he's alone

• Kate is his closest friend and when it gets really bad, she's the one he seeks out

• He has occasional nightmares just like everyone else, but feels like he's dealing well with them (mostly he does)

• He has a watch he got from Soap as a birthday gift once. He only wears it outside of work because it's too important for him to get it damaged in any way

• He rarely has free time or time away from work, but he gets the most out of it. He has a few safe houses, but prefers to spend his time in one in particular because it has all his personal belongings he has left

• At first he thought the "you're everyone's father" was a joke, but then he realized how genuinely they meant that and he kind of broke down. He didn't think he deserved that amount of deep affection and what came with a title such as that, but it made him feel unexplainably happy at the same time

• He's not sure if he ever wants a family. He knows the military is his life and would never leave it behind, unless he has to retire because he can't keep up anymore (even then, only if they force him). The idea of having someone who loves him waiting at home brings warmth to his chest, but he's not sure if he deserves it. He doesn't want to taint anyone with his hands that hold so much blood on them

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare2 #john price #captain price #captain john price #price headcanons #headcanons

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me-skzsraregem · 2 years

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Han on his phone: it's okay baby don't feel too bad about it, it will pass. And remember you have me and I love you so much!

Felix: Uh.. Han? Who are you talking--

Han: hussh I'm recording

Felix: Recording?

Han: Yeah cuz I don't expect you guys to console me like last time when that mint chocolate ice cream spilled over my pineapple pizza... so.. I'll at least have someone to care about me from next time

*turns to his phone* It's alright Han, shit happens stay strong!

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boba-beom · 1 year

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Imagine buying shared vinyls with gyu of your favourite artists, beomgyu coming over with his portable record player and you guys just cuddling on the bed whilst listening, going up to change the vinyl once it ends and just talking about random stuff whilst you stroke his hair ☹️😩

omg stoppp this is giving me major 90’s vibes. like imagine living in the same neighbourhood as gyu, growing up together, that friends to slowburn lovers or no label type of vibe.😩

for sure you love each other’s company, and you influence each other in terms of exploring songs together until you decide to keep majority of the vinyls just so beomgyu could have an excuse to go over to your house for him to use his portable record player. you’d both be laying on your front, arms dangling off the edge of the bed, feet up while the records are spread out along the floor just beneath your arms; where you choose which ones you prefer over the other, or reminisce where you bought them whether you bought it yourself or if you and gyu made the purchase together. occasionally you would lean your head on his shoulder, feeling the vibration against him while he lowly sings along to the song or hum the melody, and just shut your eyes to the sound of his voice.

can you just imagine beomgyu’s little pout as he waits for you to come back and lay beside him again ☹️ he’d be talking to you with his softest voice, so soft you just about hear his little lisp as he asks if he can lay his head on your stomach while you lay on your back 🥹 and your fingers automatically string through the strands of his fluffy hair bc you just know that’s what he likes, he doesn’t need to ask you that.

looking at the streaks of amber sunlight on the ceiling which are coming through your blinds, the conversations you guys would have would probably range from what would be going on in an alternate universe, perhaps you guys would talk about unknown things in the world with not enough research which ties down to the both of you coming up with small hypotheses for these things. or even just simple debates whether ice cream should be eaten with fries, do pineapples belong on pizzas, what are your interpretations of birth marks / moles and so forth 🥹

god I want a beomgyu to talk to. he’d be so down to talk about stuff like that without questioning it. plus imagine deep conversations with him too? i would never get bored of his company ☹️💗

send me soft / hard beomgyu thoughts <3

#[ 🪴 ] — asks.#[ 🧸 ] — mutuals.#fairyofshampgyu ᡣ𐭩 #soft beomgyu hours #beomgyu fluff

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applepi-1 · 8 months

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Secrets out- Akaashi

In high school, everyone knew they Miya's.

Atsumu Miya the flirt

Osamu Miya the cook

And Y/n Miya the brains.

If you didn't know the Miya trio most would assume Osamu is the better twin, the better Miya, he's less firtly, more mature, less weird.

But if you did know them, most like Akaashi would say Y/n was the better Miya. Every time Bokuto asked why he'd say Y/n, he'd just tell him to look at you, you are stunning, you're smart, and you know what you want in life. And here he was staring at your beautiful body as you danced with a stranger. Jealousy flooded his veins but he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He watched as your body move swiftly with the music, hips matching the beat and moved without a care in the world. He felt stupid, he's not in high school anymore, so what's the need to hide you? Just as he as going to walk towards you, Atsumu put his arm around his shoulder.

"Hey, Akaashi, we're about to play seven minutes in heaven. You in?"

"Why?"

"Come on man, it's my 27th victory in a row, that has to be some kind of record." Akaashi sighed before his gaze followed yours. "Oi! Y/n, seven minutes in heaven, you in?" You stopped dancing waving bye the group of people you was with walking over to the boys.

"Sure, you playing too, Aka?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

"Good, let's go." Atsumu led the boy to the group who was in a circle, You sat next to your friend as Akaashi set right across next to Bokuto. Akaashi looked down as you sat crisscrossed your chest showing more than he'd like. Atsumu decided to go first since it was his victory party after all, landing on the girl beside him. He winked and led the girl out. Hinata and Bokuto locked the door and set a timer, talking amongst themselves. You glanced at Akaashi as he leaned back resting on his hands. You watched as he swallowed his spit, your eyes moved with his adams apple, before the trailed all over his body. You weren't sure how long you were staring for, but Akaashi felt your gaze and looked at you. You sat up straighter and turned to your friend.

"And he was like, 'babe, I'm sorry, it won't happen again.' Of course I cared because who eats pineapple on pizza?"

"It's gross."

"Right." The timer was heard in the distance turning their attention to your brother as a hickey was spotted on his neck.

"Now that's gross." Your friend nodded you head laughing soflty. "Aka." The nickname made the boy look at you. "It's your turn." The tips of his ears turned pink as he spun the bottle, not moving his eyes up til it stopped. He hesitated to look up at your shock fac.

"Don't do anything to make us kill you." Osamu said as he talked to Suna. You got up stretching before following Akaashi to the room. He looked around nervously as the girl ran your eyes over him.

"You're a tease you know." He looked back at you confused.

"Me? You're the one dancing with some guy, and the outfit." He glanced down at your strapless crop top and blue jeans.

"Yes?"

"You have no idea what you're doing."

"Did you like it? My dancing?" You asked stepping closer to the boy, he leaned back into the wall. "Well?"

"It was..."

"Use your words."

"You're turning me on like crazy."

"What about me is turning you on exactly?"

"Y/n." He reached out to you grabbing your waist as you rest a hand on the wall next to his head.

"Yes?"

"No that's the answer."

"My name?"

"All of you turns me on, love." He leaned down capturing your mouth with his, your bodies fit each other perfectly.

While you wrapped your free hand around his neck, he poked his tongue into your mouth and you granted him access. He smoothly glided his tongue over your teeth, feeling practically every inch of your mouth.

Both of you stopped to take a breath. Nothing else in the room mattered and all you could see was his breathtaking eyes. He moved down to your neck kissing, biting, sucking. He pulled back hearing a pop as your skin left his mouth. "Mine." He stated as he leaned back up. "Now everyone knows."

"You sure about this?"

"I love you, we're not in high school anymore."

"You're right I love you too, Aka. I'm all yours."

You glanced down to his lips and you started kissing again.

Although neither of you had noticed, Bokuto had opened the door. When he saw you two kissing, his mouth gaped open and he was unable to move so he just watched in silence.

Because neither of you had noticed him, you kept on making out.

You deepened the kiss as he thrust his hips into yours which made you let out a little moan. That made him smile.

The feeling of his smiling lips against yours was indescribable and amazing.

Bokuto had finally seen enough and broke out of his trance.

Although he was uncomfortable with the progress you two were making in front of him, he couldn’t resist but tease his friend. “Dang… Get at her, dude!”

You and Akaashi broke apart instantly, both turning toward Bokuto.

You were both huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breaths, when Akaashi spoke. "Give me 5 more minutes with my fiance, will you?"

"Welp, guess the secrets out, huh?" Akaashi shrugged his shoulders leaning down to kiss you some more.

#haikyuu!!#cute haikyuu #fluff #haikyuu #haikyuuimagines #akaashi keiji #confessions #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi fluff #hq akaashi #miyatwins

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sentinelmania · 1 year

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Trivia Information about Jim and Blair from episodes..

More info for writers from Robyn:

https://web.archive.org/web/20090803084851/http://geocities.com/Hollywood/Academy/8097/trivia.html

Jim:

likes sushi -- The Killers

works out -- Cypher

took SenQuil, non-drowsy formula in Night Train to combat cold (bad move)

golfs -- Vow of Silence

likes to gamble -- Caesar's Tahoe comment in bus and Vegas comment at tag scene of Vow of Silence

plays basketball -- Vow of Silence and Three-Point Shot

when angry, tends to grab phone away from Blair -- Flight and The Rig

likes the music group Santana -- Out of the Past

likes to fish -- Reunion, Secret, and Poachers

likes motorcycles, used to ride in high school -- Payback

has a phobia about deep water out of sight of land -- The Rig and Storm Warning

likes poppyseed -- Blind Man's Bluff

likes buttermilk in donuts -- Blind Man's Bluff

likes to surf -- Light My Fire

hates pineapple -- Second Chance (Thanks to Gen for the suggestion.)

doesn't like horse racing -- His Brother's Keeper

rides horses well (except for the blue-screening) -- His Brother's Keeper

Jim reads books by author Jack Kerouac -- Sleeping Beauty

seems to have a thing about silverware theft -- Sleeping Beauty (locking it up) and The Girl Next Door (counting it)

likes the TV show Bonanza (has at least 5 episodes recorded) -- Vendetta

Jim's cell phone number is 555-4563 -- Poachers

reads Asian philosophy -- Poachers

cousin Rucker is a Coast Guard -- Storm Warning

plays poker -- Storm Warning

has a six-year-old niece -- Prisoner X

grew up in Cascade, rich family -- Remembrance

parents divorced, he and Steven both living with father -- Remembrance

father - William, mother - Grace (?), housekeeper - Sally -- Remembrance

got nickname of "Chief" from an adult friend, Bud, which, of course, he later uses for Blair -- Remembrance

played football, number 12 -- Remembrance

had Sentinel senses as a child (age 10), suppressed them after finding Bud's dead body -- Remembrance

father somehow knew about Jim's special senses, didn't want Jim to use them -- Remembrance

has a habit of clenching his jaw -- just about every episode!

frequents hot dog stands ("Mr. Tube Steak") -- Blind Man's Bluff, Sweet Science, Foreign Exchange

likes prune danish -- Most Wanted

Blair:

phobia about heights -- Black or White and Survival

climbs trees at Jim's request despite height phobia -- Pilot and Dead Certain

has a brown backpack he carries with him about everywhere

Blair's outfit in Siege is the exact outfit later worn by Lash in Cypher (he won't be wearing that again)

"Uh-huh, no way, I'm not going around packing. My deal is that I'm here strictly, strictly as an observer." -- famous last words by Blair in referring to using a gun -- The Killers

beginning of the great "Does he or doesn't he have a nipple ring?" debate -- tag scene of Cypher

doesn't approve of junk food -- Love and Guns, Blind Man's Bluff

plays basketball -- Vow of Silence, Three-Point Shot

ironically lacks a sense of direction despite "Guide" status -- Reunion and Survival

collects baseball cards and things relating to the year 1961 -- True Crime

likes to surf the net and is computer-savvy -- True Crime, Secret, Red Dust

mother Naomi; father unknown, maybe Timothy Leary -- Spare Parts

has an uncle who drives semi-trucks; Blair helped him drive one summer -- Spare Parts

ate a piece of contaminated pizza despite aversion to junk food -- Blind Man's Bluff

"I minored in psych." -- Dead Drop

"Spent two summers at a welding plant. Fastest torch on my crew." -- Dead Drop

started taking college classes at 16, thought he knew everything -- Smart Alec

leaves keys in bad places -- Smart Alec (in his car) and Vendetta (on top of loft door jamb)

likes horse racing and likes to bet on them (and is pretty good at it too!) -- His Brother's Keeper

stole a microscope when he was 12 (I think) -- His Brother's Keeper

has basketball card that "Orvelle Wallace" signed when Blair was in high school -- Three-Point Shot

cousin Robert is a bookie -- Three-Point Shot

has cousins in Fort Worth, Texas -- Vendetta

twelfth birthday present was an electric guitar signed by Jimi Hendrix originally given to Naomi -- The Girl Next Door

eats weird food (he calls it "experimenting in panculture cuisine") -- Foreign Exchange

doesn't like sauerkraut -- Foreign Exchange

is very adept at calling the station for backup/reporting crimes (playing "Phoneboy" as named by Moniker and Kaz) -- multiple episodes (Out of the Past, Vanishing Act, Foreign Exchange)

has an algae shake every morning for breakfast (Neighborhood Watch)

Jim and Blair undercover personas:

Blair as a social worker into Earl's grandmother's building -- The Debt

Jim as country town policeman -- Reunion

Blair and Jim infiltrate a car theft ring; Blair is semi-truck driver (and Jim is a wanna-be) -- Spare Parts

Blair pretends to be Amber's male friend, Hank (complete with facial hair, picture right) -- Iceman

Jim and Blair as Cyrus's drug dealing agents in the area -- Blind Man's Bluff

Jim (as Jim Tanner) and Elaine as poachers and contraband dealers -- Poachers

Jim as Jim Lawson - security for a mafia family and Blair as a personal tutor -- The Inside Man

Jim as Bill Murdoch from Texas, a safecracker (with a lilt) -- Vendetta

Jim as Jim Curtis, a copkiller and Blair as a creative writing teacher -- Prisoner X

Blair as a mental patient at Conover -- Mirror Image

Jim as Joe Brock (freon buyer) and Blair as Arthur Saban (freon seller) -- Finkelman's Folly

Jim and Blair as bums -- Love Kills

Jim and Megan as a married couple and Blair as Jim's nephew (by a second marriage) -- Neighborhood Watch

Jim -- Carl McQueen, hired as a bodyguard by Hydra -- The Real Deal

Blair -- Anthony, an artist, lover of Mrs. Somerset -- The Real Deal

Megan -- Mrs. Somerset, rich married woman who hires Hydra to protect her from a lover who won't leave her alone -- The Real Deal

Jim -- driver for bank robbery heist -- Most Wanted

#the sentinel #the sentinel tv show #the sentinel fanfiction #Jim/Blair #JimBlair

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underscoredinnisg · 11 months

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Since its' 2-D's birthday today, can we get HCs about what each band member would want for their birthday?

Absolutely:)

2-D

-he would prob be happy with much of anything as long as theres some thought put into it, food is a big plus tho (dude loves pineapple and pepperoni pizza)

-also weed is good, he likes weed lmao

-video games (zombie based) or new zombie movies

-he used to really like comic books but he cant really read them anymore cuz if his eyes but recently hes been into audio books

Russle

-records!!! dude loves records and mixing equipment

-taxidermy equipment (not animals)

-he also does really enjoy dresses and makeup

Noodle

-graphic novels

-cool weapons

-hand made stuff!!! she loves hand made art

Murdoc

-pickles /hj (he likes eating pickles but will punch you for calling him one)

-alcohol

-a soul /hj

Bonus!

Del

-every year on Dels bday Russle goes and puts flowers on his grave

-when he was alive and also when he was possessing Russle he likes keychains, dude just had a collection of them idk why i think this but i genuinely believe he just liked keychains

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themusesof75 · 1 year

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Romance Rectangle

Read at your own Risk

Cleo: You're a royally good monster, and I consider you my friend. You should get what you want.

Clawdeen: Thank you, Cleo. But you and Deuce....

Cleo: Are ancient history. He wants to date you and I want you to date him. I want the monsters I care for to be happy.

Clawdeen: You're secretly a very generous princess.

Cleo: Not so loud, there are ears in the walls. Spectra, I can hear you recording our conversation!

The purple ghost poked her head out of the portrait of the retired teacher, "I am not."

...

Lagoona opens her webbed hands to hug Draculaura.

Draculaura sneers to show her fangs.

Lagoona giggles: cute.

Lagoona opens her rows of razor-sharp teeth with a growl.

Draculaura blinks: Respect. Cute shorts.

Lagoona: Dios Mio, thank you, I love your fishnets.

Frankie: Hi new friend.

Lagoona, Draculaura, Frankie and Cleo laugh over the mess of pizza toppings; fingers trying to crawl away, green bubbles stinking of waste, and no one remembered who thought pineapples were a good idea!

Draculaura: You know I tried garlic once. I actually liked it, before my throat closed up and my skin flaked.

Lagoona: Uggh, I hate flaky skin. I got this moisturizer called Sköll & Coconut.

Draculaura: That is the only thing that soothes my wings in the summer!

Frankie: Cleo, your earrings look so heavy. You must have strong ears.

Cleo: Okay... Let me do your makeup.

Frankie: Yes, please!

Cleo: Do all non-binary monsters wear makeup?

Frankie: Depends if they like to. I know I do.

Cleo: Hmm. Usually, monsters with too much pep are hiding something, but you're incredibly sincere.

Frankie: You can be really mean, but you can also be really perceptive.

...

Clawdeen and Deuce sat together in the common-room couch.

Clawdeen: How often did you try to go out with humans?

Deuce: One time when I was nine, I was in Greece, on my way to the family's private island. We took a route through the human's part of the city, I got separated cause I was a kid and I liked walking away. Met some human kids kicking a soccer ball, it was fun, I was getting short of breathe so I took off my beanie so these guys could breathe. You know what they say about sticks and stones?

Clawdeen: They called you names?

Deuce: Yeah, as they started throwing sticks and stones. And then I turned them into stones.

Clawdeen: Woof. I was at a birthday party when I was a little and had a loose tooth, I could've pulled it out I found out later, but instead puppy Clawdeen chewed on the birthday girl's playhouse. And the magician's rabbit.

Deuce laughed.

Clawdeen: Glad we can laugh about that now.

Deuce: Ghoul, you're going to find a pack and chow down better than ever.

Clawdeen: Yeah, Cleo knows people-err- other werewolves and we're meeting up next weekend.

Deuce: You and Cleo are hanging out. Cool.

...

Deuce: I need a favor.

Cleo: Normally I'd say 'get in line', but go on.

Deuce: Cleo, I need you to only talk about my good qualities. To Clawdeen.

Cleo: What are the bad qualities, Deuce? How you eat with all your mouths open? How you use to pronoun silent Ps? The embarrassing face you make when you're about to-

Deuce: Gods, Cleo, please.

Cleo: You're blushing! You really like her. Cute. I can be discreet.

Deuce: Thank you, all I ask.

Cleo: And let me tell you what you should do instead-

Deuce: I didn't ask-

Cleo: No, listen, I know what she likes to talk about, what music, what food. Oh! Take her to that barbeque place I hated! She'll like the size of the ribs.

Deuce: Wow, you are a good wingman.

Cleo: I know.

...

Draculaura watched Lagoona pound the raw steak with her fists.

Draculaura: I'll repaint your nails when you're done.

Lagoona: Thanks. I keep a lot of remover in the cabinet. I like trying new acrylics I see on Creep-Tok.

Draculaura: I've seen your feed. I'm impressed with the videos where you play two monsters talking to each other.

Lagoona giggled: Fish back home wouldn't act for me so I had to do it myself. But who care, no big deal. They didn't understand why I wanted to come up here, but the gadgets and gizmos up here are great for my film ideas!

Draculaura: I'm pretty good at effects, just don't ask what my secret is.

Lagoona: Tell me what your secret is.

Draculaura: I'm studying witchcraft and I know a spell to add sparkles and filters in real unlife.

Lagoona blinked and slapped Draculaura's arm: Chica, you had me there!

Dracualura: Yeah, I'm a human-mob-riot. So, when can we put this on the skillet?

Lagoona: We let it marinate for an hour, or we forget it in the mini-fridge and cook it tomorrow?

Draculaura: I wanna show you Elissabat boovies. Most monsters don't like black-and-white films but I think you'll appreciate the old-crypt effects.

...

Frankie and Clawdeen hit the eyeball with their tennis rackets.

Frankie: And then, Cleo showed me photos of when she went to Scaris. She's always going to museums, and she's seen so many documentaries! We watched one and it was so depressing my soul will never recover but now I'm inspired to become a doctor in a cave, too!

Clawdeen: Who knew you could be pretty, rich and substantial?

Frankie: Still blood rivers run deep. Under her wraps there are layers to a complicated, fiery, surprisingly sweet ghoul.

Clawdeen shined a goofy knowing smile.

Frankie smiled: What's that smile? It's like your teeth have a secret.

Clawdeen: You sound like you're catching feelings for the Princess of Monster High.

Frankie blushed and kept smiling: Maybe I am. This feels exciting, like moths bursting out their cocoons in my stomachs.

Clawdeen: You have multiple stomachs?

Frankie: Yep, I can show you later.

...

Cleo: It is amazing you'd finished all these books.

Frankie: It's not amazing, they're really easy reads.

Cleo picked up a book about astrophysics.

Cleo: No, your brain is a treasure trove. And I know treasure.

Frankie: Thanks for saying that but knowing how to build a rocket doesn't help me talk to other monsters.

Cleo: Frankie, have you considered you're not saying the wrong thing but picking stupid randos to talk to?

Frankie: I don't really know the difference. Everyone is new to me.

Cleo: Give that time. Isis knows I've had centuries and still don't know how to treat monsters I care about.

Frankie: No offense, but that is really stupid of you to say. You're a wonderful friend to all of us. You're even a good friend to your ex who was insane to breakup with you.

Cleo sighed: He wasn't totally insane. Could I confide in you why we broke up?

Frankie nodded.

Cleo: Well, the school's Casketball teams plays rival to this pretentious all-vamp-prep school. The captain was talking smack about our mixed species team, and as Fearleading captain I would not let that stand. Since I'm not allowed to bury monsters here, Deuce and I played a prank on their team. The prank went wrong, and a few leeches got badly sunburnt. The headmistress was talking about suspension, and my pharaoh father would've locked me under the pyramid if he heard I was involved. I let Deuce take the whole wrap. He missed a week. The ironic part is I loved him even more for the same reason he hates me now.

Frankie wiped the tear off Cleo's running mascary.

Frankie: You're even prettier when you tell your sad story.

Cleo: Do you think I'm the worse person in history?

Frankie: I think you have competition with dictators, CEOs and clowns.

Cleo laughed.

...

Lagoona and Cleo watch a long, sad romantic tramedy.

Cleo: She really should go with the autistic doctor, they understand her in a way the hunky, angsty garbage-man never did.

Lagoona: If the doctor doesn't take the trip to the moon, then sure. I think I'm catching feelings for Draca-cutie.

Cleo: Really? She's so cold, even for the undead.

Lagoona: Under that scowl there's a poet, a dreamer, and when I bite her neck, she doesn't ask me to stop. She's a wave of freshness.

Cleo squealed: Ghoul! Your scales are sparkling! I am so happy for you, and you know I have to grill the fruit-bat.

...

Draculaura, Clawdeen and Frankie share their groanwork.

Draculaura: Lagoona is obsessed with me! She keeps sending me bikini photos, liking my posts, texting me every thought in her rainbow head.

Frankie: Oh my Bolts! If you date Cleo's beastie, then when I ask out Cleo when can go on double-dates! Do you like riding unicorns?

Draculaura bites her lip: I don't think I like Lagoona like that. She's cute and fun to fang out with, but I don't miss her when I don't see her.

Clawdeen's ears drooped: I think I get what you mean. Deuce is funny and honest and has made me feel full-moon-good about myself. But I can say the same thing about you ghouls, and I don't wanna kiss either of you.

Draculaura scoffed, Frankie shrugged.

Frankie: Well, I do miss Cleo when we're not together. I feel sparks, like new sparks, when I'm in the same room as her. I believe she feels the same way.

...

Deuce and Clawdeen walk with their cones of eye-scream in the Monster High fields.

Clawdeen tries to think of the right way to tell Deuce she doesn't want to date him. Deuce's snakes eat his eye-scream whole, then they steal Clawdeen's. She laughs while the little tongues lick her claws. Deuce puts his hands on Clawdeen's hips, his eyes meet hers, her smile is shy but her nod says yes. They kiss.

Clawdeen: Huh. Too bad.

Deuce: Okay. Glad to know. Congrats.

...

Deuce: Clawdeen is a lesbian.

Cleo: Just because she doesn't want to date you? You of all monsters should recognize bi-erasure.

Deuce: Yeah, I know better. When I kissed that dude Freddie, there were stars in my eyes. When I kissed you, there were fireworks.

Cleo: Of course there were.

Deuce: When I kissed Clawdeen, she was disappointed.

Cleo: Pity. How will someone so gorgeous move on from this hurt?

Deuce: That wolf's got as much honor as she does curls, I'm not worried about her.

Cleo: I was talking about you, Deuce. I'm not worried about you moving on.

Deuce: Thanks. You know, Cleo-

Cleo: I've even found someone new! Frankie!

Deuce: Oh... You and her?

Cleo: Respect nonbinary pronouns.

Deuce: Sorry, you and them? But Frankie is so ...innocent and you're... not.

Cleo: They're so much more.

...

Draculaura hung upside down in her dormroom.

Clawdeen: Whatcha thinking about?

Draculaura: I'm feeling a little guilty about hurting Lagoona.

Clawdeen: You respected her enough to be honest with her. It's better for her.

Draculaura: I think the truth is overrated. I lie about my witchcraft to my father, my coven, so they will stay proud of me.

Clawdeen: That's complicated. But I can't imagine your family rejecting you for anything. I think how you're learning magic is crazy smart. And it really goes with your effortless elegance thing.

Dracualura chuckles: You think I'm elegant?

Clawdeen: Obviously.

Draculaura: Clawdeen, you're got something on your nose. Come here.

Clawdeen stepped closer to her hanging friend. Before the werewolf asked what the vampire saw, Draculaura took her chin and pulled Clawdeen into a soft kiss.

Clawdeen: Wow.

Draculaura: Yeah. I miss you even in the short times you're gone.

...

Lagoona cried on Cleo's shoulder.

Cleo: Dracu-slut-bag couldn't wait a day before walking hand and paw with Clawdeen?!

Frankie: Cleo, I'd appreciate you not calling my friend such an ugly name.

Cleo: Lagoona is humiliated and floundering, your friends will face my fury.

Frankie: Lagoona, I am sorry for your heart, but please know it wasn't personal. And Cleo, please say you didn't mean what you just said.

Cleo: You know I speak my truth.

Frankie: I know you're hot-blooded and sometimes speak without thinking, so I'm giving you the benefit of my doubt.

Cleo: Do not doubt I will avenge this Angelfish's heart. Frankie, you are with us or against me.

From down the hall, Draculaura and Clawdeen held hands. Deuce stood next to them.

Deuce: I can't tell if I'm falling for softer Cleo or if I'm just jealous of Frankie.

Draculaura: I'm not rooting for you on either account. However, I do want my friend to be happy.

Clawdeen: Love is complicated.

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