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Sometimes you talk about Chan and it has the vibes of a wife whose husband has been sent to war, crying over a postcard, relieved to know he is still alive and missing him dearly
i want to print this ask out and eat the paper
#😭😭😭😭😭😭#WHY WOULD YOU SAY THISSSS#THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID ABT ME TO MEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭#i'll never ever stop thinking abt this#i went back and read my tags and YEBEKDJDODND PLEASEEEEE 😭😭😭#you are so funny gawd GOOD GAWD!!!!#the one thing abt being active again means i get my insanely funny anons back#YEW !!!#first thing i see when i wake up today is this ask 😭😭😭#i cant deal with this i wanna pin this so bad....#this is all anyone ever needs to know abt me i think#anon#answered#fav asks
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♥️ Eddie Munson Masterlist ♥️
This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Eddie Munson.
Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.
Waiting on You:
Summary/Request: “EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF”
Big Deal:
Summary/Request: “Eddie Munson using toys on the reader or vice versa pleaseeee I’m a feen for him 😶”
Betrayed:
Summary/Request: “16. 'I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.’ With Eddie ♥️”
Unfair:
Summary/Request: “We saw the handcuffs in Eddie’s room….make it happen. Doesn’t even need to be super smutty 😈”
Braids:
Summary/Request: “Please Eddie Munson and reader fluff, fluff and more fluff!!!”
Obsessed With It All:
Summary/Request: “Hi, something spicy with Eddie and the prompt : 15. 'How does that feel?’ 😝”
Jeckel and Hyde:
Summary/Request: “eddie and Dustin’s sister with a jackie and hyde kind of vibes? maybe dustin finds out and is shocked?”
Overprotective:
Summary/Request: "Hi! Could i request prompt 2, 3 and 15 with trope 15 for Eddie Munson (stranger things)?"
Make Me Melt:
Summary/Request: "Hey, i was wondering if you could make a Eddie Munson & a plus-size girl or reader ? Write everything you want, with smut or not :)"
Piss Off Your Parents:
Summary/Request: "Fic about Eddie with inspo from the song 18 by Anarbor 😉"
Henderson:
Summary/Request: "eddie and henderson!reader absolutely tormenting dustin with their relationship, maybe throw steve in just perplexed by the relationship?"
S&M Freakshow:
Summary/Request: "Prompts 13 and 24 with Eddie."
Lucky Guy:
Summary/Request: "Taking bestfriend!eddie shopping and you end up fucking in a dressing room"
Smoke Sesh:
Summary/Request: "Eddie having a smoke sesh (preferably weed) with the reader when they are supposed to be “studying” ?"
Separation Anxiety:
Summary/Request: "Eddie getting super attached and clingy with reader during and following everything that happened with vecna?"
Fighting For Your Hand: Part 2
Summary/Request: "Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fighting for the readers attention and love, possibly with two different endings for each?"
Let It Slip:
Summary/Request: "steve and dustin accidentally letting it slip that reader is into eddie? reader maybe also wanting to kill the two of them?"
Flowers:
Summary/Request: "eddie munson comforting the reader when they’re having a bad day?"
Jealousy:
Summary/Request: "Can you do 10 from the tropes with a 19 from the qoutes for Eddie please ❣️"
Lying:
Summary/Request: "Hiya bestie, hope your doing well and staying hydrated! My current daydream is a lovely mix of 17. Miscommunication and reader telling Daryl D or Eddie M they are pregnant (angst/comfort vibe) Totally understand of you don't wanna."
Haircut:
Summary/Request: "Eddie getting his hair cut short like Josephs hair in Make Up,"
More Than That: Part 2
Summary/Request: "Eddie cumming too quick?"
Insufferable:
Summary/Request: "shower s3x with eddie please! :)"
Just Friends:
Summary/Request: "eddie munson blurb with prompt 20, and trope 6?"
Storyteller Part 2
Summary/Request: "Hiii, how are u? Hope you are doing well! I was wondering if you would like to write an imagine where Eddie is doing a dirty talk with the reader. Thank u <3"
Off Limits:
Summary/Request: "steve walking in on sister!reader and eddie doing the nasty👀"
Drunk In Love:
Summary/Request: "heyy, how are you? can i ask a fic with eddie where yn goes to a party without him, cause its not really his scene (his words) and when its over yn just misses him sm and cant wait to be wrapped around his arms🥰"
Fidgety:
Summary/Request: "So this is an odd request, but could you do Eddie where the reader picks at the skin, or bites their nails, and Eddie goes on a rant about DnD to distract them? It's just an idea I've had and your writing is amazing, so I was wondering how it would turn out!"
Case In Point:
Summary/Request: "reader finds out that eddie sells drugs and he gets scared cause he thinks that they’re gonna dump him"
Giraffe:
Summary/Request: "5’0 y/n next to 5’11 Eddie- like the height difference 😫"
Hurt:
Summary/Request: "can you do a Eddie Munson x Reader where the reader gets a sprained wrist and he helps her."
Panicked:
Summary/Request: "eddie calming down the reader when they’re having a panic attack? or just calming them down when they get frustrated of some sort."
Faithful Follower:
Summary/Request: "Second, can I request a story where Eddie says “sweetheart, In my mind we’ve already fucked”?"
Confession:
Summary/Request: "reader and eddie where one if them yells "because I'm in love with you!" possibly while fighting or someone is going to do something dangerous?"
Pause The Campaign:
Summary/Request: "eddie munson x reader , both stay after school for their club (you can pick the reader’s club🤭) reader has a panic attack during their club so they go to the room the hellfire club is having their campaign and eddie pauses everything immediately to make sure reader is okay"
Submission:
Summary/Request: "Please you’re my only hope 😂😂 I’ve seen like ZERO sub Eddie fics and I have a deep need for some sub Eddie smut ❤️❤️"
Bad Guy:
Summary/Request: "Can I request Eddie Munson with the prompt 'Just cuz I'm the bad guy doesn't mean I'm a bad guy.' also I love ur work sm!!"
Infected:
Summary/Request: "Could you maybe do an Eddie fic where he takes care of the reader when they are feeling horrible? No specifics needed if you’re not up for that!❤️"
Dirty Mind:
Summary/Request: "could you do a eddie x reader fic where the hellfire club make a lot of dirty jokes abt their relationship, but the reader is more book smart than social, therefore having to ask eddie what certain terms mean? ik this is probably weird, but this literally happens to me on a daily 💀😭"
Little Alien:
Summary/Request: "Teen dad eddie??"
Lived:
Summary/Request: "Something soft w Eddie but like he survives the upside down! Like just almost comforting reader that he’s not going anywhere."
Business and Pleasure:
Summary/Request: "can you do eddie munson x reader with prompt 21?"
Silly Idiot:
Summary/Request: "I was wondering if you could write something fluff for Eddie Munson where he says that he loves you for the first time? I just think it would be adorable 🥺"
Best Bed-and-Breakfast:
Summary/Request: "can i request reader having family problems and her mom does something that makes her very upset so she goes to eddie for comfort?"
Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me:
Summary/Request: "eddie being a dad with a teenage girl? I wanna see how you would portray his reactions LMAOO"
Chivalry Isn’t Dead:
Summary/Request: "Can I please get prompt #25 and trope #1 with Eddie"
Doped Up and Sore:
Summary/Request: "Hi lovie :,) was wondering if you could write eddie helping reader after knee surgery as I’m preparing for mine next week. If not that’s okay! Love you 🫶🏽🦋"
Superpowers:
Summary/Request: "eddie fic where reader is like eleven (they escaped together, are close like sisters, but reader stayed in hawkins.) And something happens where reader uses her telekinesis to save eddie"
Secret guy:
Summary/Request: "Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3. So I was thinking about a story where Gareth has a crush on y/n who is secretly dating Eddie. And when eddie discovers this crush on y/n he is suuuper jealous.
Type 1:
Summary/Request: "can you write headcanons about a type 1 diabetic reader and eddie munson?
Dirty Mind:
Summary/Request: "So, I was thinking about an Eddie x reader story where Eddie admits that he had a dirty dream about the reader and she says “I'm gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams.“
Tipsy Giggles:
Summary/Request: "Eddie x reader coming home after their wedding reception, he is trying to carry her in but they are both too tipsy and laughing too hard
Rockstar:
Summary/Request: "Rockstar!Eddie x reader. Either we are already dating him or we catch his eye at a show. I just think he deserves to be a famous, successful rockstar and we deserve to date a famous, successful rockstar 🎸"
Thick:
Summary/Request: "could you write something about eddie x reader who has thick thighs?? love ur writing sm i hope you’re doing well!<3"
Birthday:
Summary/Request: "Can I please please please have a very fluffy Eddie like something about reader birthday, bc tomorrow is mine and I hate it so I'm just want some comfort, if not is totally okay no worries. 💕"
A Breather:
Summary/Request: "write a fic where eddie helps the reader during a panic attack?"
Back With The Bats:
Summary/Request: "prompt: "Good girl, that's it." and "Eyes on me.'"
Lying?:
Summary/Request: "Can u do a smut with Eddie? And for the prompts can u do “Did I stutter” and “why are you such a tease” and for the situation can u do friends with benefits? "
Silent:
Summary/Request: "eddie giving you silent treatment as punishment?"
Metalhead:
Summary/Request: "Eddie being the metalhead he is, was being very critical of your pop music at first, but gets slowly charmed by it as he sees you singing along to it & it makes his heart melt :)"
Misery Business:
Summary/Request: "So say Eddie and Chrissy were together and the reader was just Eddie's friend and then chrissy cheated on him with Jason? And Eddie finally saw the reader and felt all the feels!"
Messing Around:
Summary/Request: "Hey! Could you write something with prompts 17. “How could you let them say that about me?” and 15.“I guess I didn’t realize I was such a nuisance.” with Eddie. Maybe hellfire club members were being mean to reader and she gets upset. Thank you!"
In One Piece:
Summary/Request: "Could you do prompts 8."hey if you cry, ill cry and that won't be fun for anyone" and 10." Hey I'm not going anywhere" with Eddie please."
My Knight:
Summary/Request: "Can you pretty please write an Eddie Munson Fluff Princess/Knight (Protector) AU with the quote: "I'll always keep you safe." ???"
Family Dynamic:
Summary/Request: "How about this: Eddie and Reader have been dating for a while now, and he is really apprehensive about meeting the parents."
S&M:
Summary/Request: "“Did I just say that out loud?” some fluffy Eddie please 🥺"
Groupie:
Summary/Request: "Rockstar!Eddie x reader?"
Little Old Me:
Summary/Request: "hello my love!! can i submit a request please? numbers 16 and 21 for jimmy darling please (and if you aren’t feeling jimmy, could you write it for eddie or negan?)"
Bad Guy:
Summary/Request: "Eddie Munson and 'Just cuz I’m the bad guy doesn’t mean I’m a bad guy.’"
Both:
Summary/Request: "Maybe a cute simple request would be coming home to Eddie after a long day and kinda just collapsing on the couch and he's sweet to you and babies you a little."
NSFW Alphabet
SFW Alphabet
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finally making a pinned post
hey my existence is proven, as i now have social media being a record of pretty much everything i decide to share with the masses of humanity on this hellsite :)
i now have to deal with the mortifying ordeal of being perceived by people i will probably never meet
im also here though i only post once in a blue moon, and art posts are pretty much nonexistent, twitter is scary af you cant blame me-
oh and i have a yt channel where i make playlists just don't expect me to upload anything there. if you would like to see how bad the paper chase brainrot has gotten, go check it out!!
info about the blog:
i am a minor, so don't be parasocial with me unless you know me.
here's my pronouns: any (including neo or xenopronouns btw)
im agender (maybe pomogender) i do not care what you call me, at the end of the day i am none <3
things i like:
- The Magnus Archives
- IHNMAIMS
- The Dolls of New Albion/Shaperaverse
- CCCC/Chonny Jash
- TSP/TSPUD
- UCV (john doe game & house hunted)
- RTC/legoland
- UKSRT
- Awful Hospital: Seriously The Worst Ever (i started reading this and it's bringing back UKSRT)
- STP (slay the princess)
i am also the worst paper chase fan ever-
those are all the ones i have the energy to list. though there's a lot more i know of, i'm not really in them. i don't make fanart of it though, and if i do it's very rare. i'm more of an oc person. this is the oc blog-
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MERA MERA HI I WANNA SHARE THIS BRAINROT I HAD
So basically its Scaramouche and Kitsune Darling and so okay Darling was never supposed to interact with the puppet. It was something Yae told her not to do but she cant help but be curious! And its asleep anyways so its not like... its not like coming over to look at it would be bad! And the Raiden Shogun didnt give a damn when she asked if she could go look at the puppet so she just. Went. Traveled all the way over and stared at the pretty doll and enraptured by his beauty. She would collect pretty clothes and knicknacks and gift it to the doll and sing songs and recite poetry and rant about her day near it. It was pretty relaxing. Also, even tho Kuni was asleep he could hear her and became enchanted with the songs she sangs and eventually he somehow gained the willpower to forcibly awaken. Darling is ofc shaken bc uh oh but Kuni manages to comfort her that its fine so long as she doesnt tell anyone since he's just interested in listening to ehr songs and stories. They spend a lot of time together that way. They later also gain a wandering samurai for a friend, and theyre quite the happy little trio. Kuni ofc wants to travel but he knows hes not supposed to even exist, much less be awake, as he is the Failed Puppet (he has vague memories of Ei or smth) but the wanderlust is strong. He gets the samurai and Darling to agree to take him out for at least short walks so he can see the world. He practically falls in love and the duo are happy to teach their homebound friend all they know!
Unfortunately, they begin to drift apart as Darling has to refocus her time and energy to her duties as a Kitsune Shrine Maiden and the samurai seeks the world outside more. Kuni takes to wandering out on his own and he meets awful people who negatively influence him. When his samurai friend is killed, he's devastated. Then he's enraged when Darling tells him not to seek revenge bc how could she not be angry at their friend's demise? Now, Darling's a kitsune, somewhat old at that so she's seen the passage of human lives and while they are dear to her its not something she argues with. This is "fate"- humans die, and those who pick up a sword tend to die on one as well. Its not something she argues with. But Kuni, having learned emotions from humans and being poorly influenced lashes out and Darling cuts their relations bc of that. Kuni disappears and Darling suffers in silence throughout her grief.
Cut to several centuries later when Darling is going to Watatsumi on Yae's orders to try and negotiate a peace deal or safe return of some Narukami soldiers as a favor to the Tenryouu Commission when she catches sight of the Fatui. Curious and dreading she follows them until she ends up in their delusion factory, and she quickly susses out that theyre using Orobashi's remains to do smth awful so she uses her kitsune magic to disguise herself to gather evidence then hightail it outta there when she feels cool, porcelain hands wrap around her and pin her down.
When she looks up she's greeted with familiar amethyst eyes on an ageless, perfectly sculpted boyish face she once adored long ago.
She never returns to the shrine, but the fatui left behind in Inazuma whisper of the Lord Balladeer acquiring a beautiful fox for a pet that wears a collar adorned with electro crystals that lays tensely on his lap or in his arms at all times. Possessiveness? Perhaps. The fatui know the few times anyone dared to approach it they were struck down by their Lord's electro, and the one rare time the little fox wandered too far from Lord Scaramouche they could hear the pitiful yips of pain when the collar shocked them to immobolize them.
AAAAA that’s so good!!!!
Scaramouche would absolutely treat kitsune!darling like a pet. The collar he forces you to wear hurts and is both a means of keeping you in check while also showing that you belong to him—that he owns you—but at the very least it’s fashionable. Only the finest of materials for Scaramouche’s most beloved pet. He’ll train you well, and if you don’t learn the first few times that electric shock will certainly teach you.
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omg vampire simmons??? 👀👀👀 i wanna hear the infodump please i am SO intrigued
(if you want to share of course! :3)
HI. YES. OKAY.
so credit actually goes to @franklindonuts it's his au and i'm just oh so autistic about it.
Anywho.
basically he gets turned sometime in like. basics. he almost fucking dies because he understands the whole vampire concept but he just does not want to attack anyone but EVENTUALLY he gives in and drags florida to the caves and feeds on him but then grif finds them and hes like What the fuck.
so then grif has to deal with the fact his fucking newfound teammate is a fucking vampire and. simmons feeds on him once. total accident. (grif was provoking him.) and grif has AB type blood so it's real fucking good and simmons fucking loves it like. it could not even compare to florida's
at some point, ~6 weeks after simmons feeds for the first time, he comes up to grif and is like "Hey man i need a favor" and he asks if he can feed off grif like once a month and in exchange simmons like? doesnt rat him out to sarge when hes slacking. that typa stuff.
it's like that. for years. and they hide it from everyone else and ALSO simmons sucks at being a vampire. like genuinely he is the worst. comedically terrible. so he cant really control the thrall thing so when he bites grif and accidentally messes with his fucking hormones (turning him on) and simmons is just fucking terrified of it he always backs off immediately and grif is like Can you please stop doing that. and simmons says Ok. and then it happens again. usually the way this would happen would to be to convey the way the vampire wants their victim to feel about the bite and such but simmons is just so bad at controlling it he fucks up alllll the time.
he doesn't really get better at it ever so grif just sucks it up. no one out of the rnbs know that simmons is a vampire aside from the freelancers and caboose (lucky guess).
also, season fifteen. while they're separated, simmons is practically starving because he hasnt fed off of anyone else in years so hes just. suffering. mentally and physically. he has to attack a fucking zealot when hes with the bnrs because hes so hungry but the blood tastes godawful he can barely get it down. simmons can quite literally only survive with grif. they keep each other alive. temple also outs him as a vampire while theyre in the cells (he know because of access to freelancer files) right before grif comes in and it pisses him off so fucking much hes so fucking angry he is rattling the bars and Hissing n shit its cray.
also, simmons gets to fucking murder gene! which is fan-fucking-tastic! hes just so fucking angry at gene and he hates him so goddamn much after grif shoots him simmons instead pins him to the floor and actually rips out his fucking throat. its the only time hes ever attacked someone for violent intent and grif, for once, is actually fucking scared of him. grif has to literally drag him off of gene to get him to calm down AND he has to cut himself to simmons can smell his blood and snap back to his senses.
even after the bnrs incident grif keeps a little distance from simmons (he doesnt want to) only because of the way simmons attacked gene and grif is just a little. shaken up. he still doesnt let simmons feed off of him for days/weeks because he just needs to get used to being with him again in general so its just. Eugh.
also simmons is very considerate . after every time he bites grif he makes sure to keep him comfortable and get him food and drinks after so he doesnt pass out from blood loss or something.
this is just. some of it. thanks for coming to my ted talk
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My Old Nick hc's, interpretation, analysis, and other odd bits PT.1
Part 2
This is long overdue but I feel I oughta get something out of the way. I've had a incredibly aggressive special interest in him for like 3-5ish years and at some point in writing hc's I just started making shit up(I mean isn't that just hc's are?) because I really just took a guy with a whopping 14 lines of dialogue and just started sprinting.
I'm choosing to actually leave a few things out as I wish to explore those ideas more in This isn't over Jack, Ill probably swing back around to this after I wrap that up. In the mean time if you wanna swap ideas I'm down(please please please pleaseplea)
Turns out I hit text limit with this oh my lord, ill post pt2 tomorrow, i'm sorry
Can't think of anything particularly triggering in this but i'll warn it gets just kinda bleak
Human turned Fae- I will not elaborate, this will be explained later...
would actually break your legs if you called him a fairy
I've never actually pinned down any specific powers for him for some reason? like i just cant think of like any that i could write/ illustrate that wouldn't feel too gauche... So I just kinda nebulously imaged so weird fae-fuckery type of magic- though I think the most compelling interpretation of his powers was in Scouts Australian Christmas (pls go read it, its a really good fic)
Gay, but I cant imagine he's like particularly out about it; like its a iykyk sorta think because I definitely feel there probably some shame or internalized homophobia there (smth smth homophobic senator caught in a gay bar joke)
Autistic, but most definitely not diagnosed- he would become absolute incensed if you suggested it, like "There is nothing wrong with me, I am normal" but you can tell that he knows there's something "wrong with him" but he has no idea what and is incredibly afraid of even attempting to confront that
Can't imagine there's a moment where he's not masking, he doesn't understand his own limits and will keep doing things until he quite literally can't anymore
Probably has some ~effeminate~ interest he's deeply embarrassed by, but like in all reality its very normal and even if it was thats not a bad thing, he just makes it a big deal for no reason
STRADDLING the line between infodumping and mansplaining
Could be genuinely into a topic but he's just so condescending about it
High functioning alcoholic, kinda in that 50s/ rich way but it's very obvious he has a problem but everyone always brushes it off as "thats just how he is/ things are"
Nick could honestly just be summed up in his impact as a *a systematic bad thing happens again and again* "thats just how things are, get over it" sorta thing or a "Heart warming: student raises funds to prevent orphans from being sent to orphan grinder" and then no-one questions why the orphan grinder exists in the first place
He has been meticulously constructing his public image/ brand as "Old Nick"/ "The Spirit of Australian Christmas"
He is a liar, but he's a very good liar
His accent is fake, his laugh is fake, his public lore is fake and he's not even Australian he's British! (Which is arguably worst thing he has done)
He's basically been voice training to keep up a modern australian accent for years now, but his real accent is more of that 1700s british (which actually sounds different from modern a modern britsh accent) but sometimes he's has moments and his accent slips (mostly when he's yelling)
Has practiced his evil villain laugh so hard, like its a good villain laugh but if you listen hard you can tell its not real
Genuinely so fucking embarrassed by his actual laugh which i can only describe as if a goose that has been smoking a pack a day was being strangled to death
I kinda go back an forth on Nicks upbringing sometimes, because I kinda feel I went the kinda overplayed sorta tragic backstory; but also growing up in 1700s England was probably not fun if you weren't rich and also have you ever met a miserable boomer who does the whole "kids these days are too damn soft back when I was a kid *recounts an incredibly traumatizing event*!" Thing? Yeah he probably does that a lot and it makes everyone kinda uncomfortable
Maybe orphaned? Probably had brothers because he has strong younger brother "your oppressing me by giving me a task" energy (btw this relates to a super stupid hc that im not gonna share because its incredibly dumb)
Expressed a lot of attention seeking behavior from a young age, would purposefully get into trouble so someone would notice him
This behavior followed him into adult life and it would just keep getting worst and worst, like getting into bar fights that he would definitely lose and petty crime
Eventually he just kept ramping up the severity of his crimes till he actually had a warrant/ bounty placed for his arrest
To avoid getting arrested he became a sailor in his late 20s and jumped between ships and trades up until his 50s/60s
Eventually he was arrested and then get shipped off to Australia
After a few months he stuck there he was like "actually, fuck this" and started plotting an escape
He stole a boat and with his previous knowledge from being a sailor he was so full of himself he thought he did single-handedly sail and navigate back Britain or a British sympathetic colony and then lay low for the rest of his life
Of course he didn't happen and due to the fact he is stupid he got stranded in antarctic and the rest is history
If you wanna know how we got from "random crusty criminal" to "Spirit of Australian Christmas" you have to stick around for my shit ass comic and videos fucker
anyway where was i, Nick proceeded to twists that into "Yeah i totally meant to do discover antarctic, even though i was a 1780s peasant who would have not have even known that antarctic was even thing" he kinda sorta dropped the rest of it and made up more shit Homelander style
I don't believe that Nick was like well off in anyway when he was still mortal, and despite being just bludgeoned over the head with the effects of classism and a nightmare capitalist hell society he developed this horrible idolization of the rich and developed this almost "by your bootstraps" mentality but with like the brutality rich bushiness owners would treat there workers, where he though if he became horrible and ruthless he could trample and climb on the backs of his fellow men till he made it to that oh so coveted high society life.
probably doesn't help he would do absolutely anything for money either
and the thing is he made it, he's just unfathomably rich(that is till all those gambling debts catch up to him...) he got what he wanted, he got he's gotten all the money and attention he could have wanted... and yet he's miserable, nothing will ever be enough for him.
Throw back motif that's still my favorite- "decaying luxury". Nick is like obviously rich as fuck and yet just refuses to fix anything, like his sweater has so many little holes in it he just stopped bothering to fix, he's patched his pants so many times, stairs worn down to the point the rug is thread bear and the wood is dented, intricate arsenic and lead laced wallpaper that's now water damaged and peeling, his favorite chair's seams are ripped, and the stuffing and springs are just compressed and flat to the point its not even comfortable to sit in anymore. Like he can fix it, he has the money, and yet he just won't for some reason.
Oh speaking of arsenic and lead- mans is just absolutely FULL of lead, arsenic, asbestos, any other harmful thing the Victorians where just absolutely HUFFING
tangent on a tangent, i really associate him with the Victorian era despite him being born in the 1700s, maybe its the child labor, maybe its the stupid chops, he just looks like he should be in super tall neck-line and doing coke for a headache
Nick is just both incredibly self absorbed but also so fucking insecure, like very big insecure man makes his problems everyone else's problem and take his out on other people to feel better about himself energy
He's just so vain too, like i image he's just obsessed with himself and his image, probably doesn't help he's quite literately has been decomposing for like the last two centuries (IT WILL BE EXPLAINED WHY LATER I PROMMY) so he just has this like incredibly extensive Patrick Bateman ass self-care routine so he doesn't get moldy
#hey have you ever wanted to listen to the ramblings of a fucking mad man? here you go bc god does writing this out make me sound crazy#i did not expect to hit char limit with this dear god...#and for a guy that hasn't been relevant since 2011#im genuinely so nervous to post this bc this is just so much but this is what its like in my head 24/7 i have to live like this#tf2#tf2 headcanons#tf2 old nick#from the mouth of madness#old nick tf2
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Wait. Hang on. Can I get an elaboration on Persona 5 betraying its own theme of freedom from restrictive societal roles? Not disagreeing, I just wanna hear more about this. (And yeah, IIRC Kanji and Naoto were handled pretty terribly. They did NOT have to backtrack so hard on them being queer after they became party members.)
ohh its been a bit since i've played p5, so i cant give as elaborate an explanation as i want, But. isnt it weird that in the very first dungeon, when Ann gains her persona, despite her whole deal of having to constantly deal with being sexualized by those around her, including being taken advantage of by one of her teachers, her costume is a very revealing skintight latex catgirl suit? isnt it weird that the Phantom Thieves, symbols of freedom from the oppressive systems that make up their lives, literally work with cops at some points to get things done?
isnt weird that their efforts ultimately make no societal change and all they do is beat up whatever bad guys are around them with no effort to get to the bottom of why things are the way they are. just pinning all the blame on one guy to beat up instead of the series of guys that have helped to reinforce this society they detest. its a little weird is all
#makotalk#Anonymous#im so sure there are more instances of this but these are all i can recall. feel free to add on#just talking abt og persona 5 btw i never played royal. it was weird how they worked with cops again in strikers tho
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i know that the gays all love their little reclaimed slurs and its a lot of fun BUT heres a thought: maybe be wary of other gays who may not be comfortable with them in any form? ooh yeah i know big controversial opinion. but also whats the deal with hating on people IN THE COMMUNITY that dont enjoy getting called that stuff, cuz ive known too many people who got mad when lightly confronted abt it.
sorry that i dont wanna go to school to just talk to one of my friends and then have a baby gay come over to say that i smell like a f*g just bc they saw me wearing a little pride pin and then later keep saying horrible shit about “people who dont like the f slur”(true story)
i dont say the f and t slurs, but i understand reclaiming and im like normally completely fine with seeing people just say it in passing and on posts and whatnot but the audacity to get mad at a person for being like “hey im uncomfortable hearing/being called the f slur can you please not say it (or at least not as much)
when i met my irl friends who were 100% definitely also neurodivergent theyd from time to time say the r slur and i was just like “hey can you not say that it makes me really uncomfortable since im autistic, always feels targeted towards me no matter who or the context” and you know what they did? EASILY stopped saying it, at least around me.
meanwhile anyone in the lgbt asks “hey can you guys not say the f or t slurs around me” and its something bad?? only arguments ive seen against it have basically just been “let me say slurs” no ones stopping you from saying it??? some people just simply dont wanna hear slurs and theres so many possible reasons why so why does it become an argument when someone just. wants normal boundaries. like its insane
oh nooo not the most commonly taught childhood lesson: be mindful of other people?? i cant believe that other people in a marginalized community maybe WOULDNT like to be called a slur historically used against people in our group!! i cant believe that other people would have different experiences with things from me that could cause them to not like the same things as me!!!
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Edge x christian
Summary- Ever since Rated RKO was created Randy & Adam have gotten very close and frankly it has made Jay quite jealous and lonely. To be completely honest Jay wants Adam all to himself but of course that cant happen because Adam is as straight as a stick (so he thinks)
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Ever since Rated RKO was created Randy & Adam have gotten very close and frankly it has made Jay quite jealous and lonely. He didn't want to confront Adam about it or anything but they're just friends so it shouldn't be that big of a deal. But to him it is, Like whenever he tried to talk to his best friend before a match Randy shows up and distracts Adam and leaves jay standing awkwardly, alone and ignored. He knows its not Randy nor Adam's fault but he cant help but be upset.
To be completely honest Jay wants Adam all to himself but of course that cant happen because Adam is as straight as a stick (so he thinks ). He knows that sounds pretty weird and self centered but he doesn't mean it that way, Jay has recently come to terms with his sexuality and feelings for Adam, He doesn't know why he feels like this and feels pretty ashamed that he does so he's trying to now hide his feelings for as long as he can and to distance himself away from Adam to try and make them go away.
"I'm so stupid! How i let this happen! Why do you make me feel this way Adam. Why. Its not like you'll ever care anyways you're always off with your little randy" Jay rants to himself while sobbing.
Hes currently in his change room getting ready to have a match with- you guess who- yup Randy, and who's accompanying him to ring- yup Adam. OF COURSE. All he wants is edge and christian to be back together. No more rated rko, he just wants his best friend back.
While hes finished getting dressed he wipes his tears and puts on a happy face and walks out to the gorilla.
"Hey Jaybird you ready for your match with Randy" Adam greets Jay
"Yeah i am, Honestly cant wait for it to be over though i just wanna get back to bed" Jay answers
"Hey Adam Come here" Randy asks while Adam walks back over
he felt his heart drop to his stomach and just like that jay was forgotten about. Once again.
He heard his music hit and walked out and did his usual entrance. After his was finished rated rko's song started playing and Randy and Edge started walking out. Without realizing it Christian was glaring pretty harshly at Randy.
During the match Christian was doing pretty good until he felt Randy throw an extra hard punch, he doesn't know if it was by accident or not but he felt that it was on purpose. All he knew was that it was going to leave a black eye in the morning.
While he was distracted feeling his face Randy did a rko on him and ended the match. Jay just felt like he wanted to cry.
Adam was watching the match between Jay and Randy until he saw Randy throw a really hard punch that actually made Jay blind sighted and actually take a step back while covering his face. It actually made Adam quite worried and told himself to check up on Jay later. Recently hes felt that Jay hasn't been as talkative as he usually is and its made Adam a bit upset because he doesn't know whats wrong. He tries to talk to Jay but Randy always shows up and forces Adam to listen to him.
Adam watched Randy hit an rko on Jay and pin him for the three count. Adam acted very happy for randy and hugged him while walking back up the ramp but frankly all he wanted to do was go see Jay, he knew he wasn't badly hurt or anything but he just felt that he had to- no needed to see Jay, Adam's been ignoring him lately and it hasn't even been on purpose and he feels really bad because he doesn't mean to ignore him.
Jay walks backstage into his dressing and locks door and starts to undress himself. Once hes done changing his pants but keeps his shirt off he looks in the mirror and starts to cry. Nobody could ever love someone like him, especially Adam that's why he probably always ignores him, because he doesn't want to be seen with him. No one does.
Adam walks through the hallways trying to find Jay locker room. When he finally does he goes to knock but hears muffled sobs.
"Jay..? Are you alright" Adam asks Softly while knocking on the door.
When Jay doesn't answer but keeps sobbing Adam checks if the door is unlocked and opens it softly.
When he does, his heart nearly breaks. He catches Jay looking at himself topless in the mirror sobbing while touching his stomach.
"Jaybird whats wrong?" Adam asks him softly while slowly walking towards him.
Jay jumps a bit startled when he hears his voice and Adam instantly feels bad for frightening him.
"A-Adam what are doing here? Why aren't you with Randy" Jay exclaims while wiping his tears
"Jay i came to come see you. Are you okay?" Adams asks Jay
"Yeah i'm fine, Whats up?" Jay exclaims nonchalantly with his lip trembling.
"Jason you're not okay, You can talk to me you know what right? We're best friends" Adam reassures him.
"Are we though Adam because he rarely come and see me anymore to talk or anything and we never hang out how we used to, you're always off with Randy" Jay tells him quite coldly
"what? Jay-" Adam starts
"Do you not want to be seen with me? Am i too ugly and boring to be seen with edge anymore because you've changed quite a bit. What happened to the Adam i love" Jay exclaims sadly
he almost starts to cry again before he realizes what hes said and instantly freezes
"T-the Adam you what? Wait you're gay?" He starts
"Adam i'm so sorry i-"
"Wait so is that why you're always glaring daggers at Randy? You're jealous? Jay i'm so sorry i never meant to ignore you i didn't even realize it was happening. I love you to alright, its been so hard to come to terms with and i didn't know how to react" Adam explains softly
"Wait you're gay to?" Jay asks in the most confused tone ever and a straight face
"yeah" Adam laughs slightly
"And what the hell do you mean are you 'quote on quote' to ugly and boring to be around me? Jay you are the most beautiful man I've ever my laid eyes on, and your laugh is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard and i could listen to it all day. Jason Reso you make me the happiest man when i'm with you. Nobody can make me laugh like you, you make everyday entertaining Jay. I love spending my time with you Jaybird" Adam explains
"Adam stop lying there's not way i'm the most beautiful man you've ever laid your eyes on" Jay whispers sarcastically while almost starting to cry again
Adam hugs him and starts to rub his bareback and his other hand slowly reaches down and lightly squeezes his ass
"How about i show you how beautiful you are" He whispers
"A-Adam!" Jay blushes profusely
"I-i'm sorry" Adam laughs
"i'm serious though i will seriously show you if you want me too because trust me Jay i ain't lying."
"Please show me" Jay mutters just below a whisper
"what was that darling?" Adam asks while grinning
"Please show me how beautiful i am Adam, because maybe then ill believe you" Jay asks cheekily while also slightly embarrassed while still blushing majorly
"Of course i will Jay, Remember all you gotta do is ask"
"But please seriously remember you are worth so much jaybird and anybody would be lucky to have you. I love you"
'I love you to Addy"
~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~
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Im ready to talk about what happened on sunday. Long post under cut, and to save time, its mostly copy pasted from a convo with a friend, so the tone is a lot more upset than i am now. i added extra thoughts in italics, and fixed typos.
Tldr, i fell into a boat, sustaining minor (but worrying) injuries, and had a big argument with my brother. Everything's fine now.
My brother has a boat, we know friends of the family who has access to a river we can boat on. Hes my brother, i like spending time with him, and he enjoys fishing. Hes super excited about this boat, man. He doesn't have anyone else to hang out with but me, so regardless im kinda pressured to go with him. I want him to be happy, ya know?
And today, we went out, second time ive ever been in a boat, and the truck gets stuck getting the boat in. Not a big deal, we can call my dad later. I have a hard time getting in, but i get in and we have a fun time.
I have severe psoriasis, and the patches on my arms started getting sunburned, so i say we should head back.
Tides low. Man.
He wanted me to get out of the boat. Im fat, man, im short, im not strong. He kept saying i can do it, that i can get out of the boat myself, and that there wasn't any other way, but when i tried, i fell back into the boat, scratching my back and leg enough to draw blood. I landed on my brother, i feel guilty about that cause we were both pinned and i hurt him because of the fall. I barely manage to roll around and get up.
Editing me coming in: i only had his foot pinned. He made it clear when we talked about it that night i didn't hurt him. He was tense at that moment cause we almost capsized, and he was focused on holding the paddle in the water to keep the boat in place, and because of me he couldn't move.
We loose the paddles we needed to push the boat to shore, he uses a fishing rod to reel us towards the paddle, we make it back to a place we could get out, but he still insists i get out first.
I cant, man. Im tired, im still not strong enough, and im scared now, and pissed, and sad, cause falling is one of my biggest fears and it already happened once.
We were actually close to the ramp with the trailer for the boat, so since i couldn't climp up and balance to get on land the hard way, i decided to wade through near waist high water to get to the slope, cause it was easier for me to get out.
Hes pissed. I learned later he heard a gater was in the area, he didn't tell me this info before i jumped in, cause he didn't want me to panic (it would have liked to know that, bro)
Editing again: unrelated but apparently discord has a word limit. Ive never reached it before this point.
I get out, im tired, were both pissed at each other. He wont let me get in the truck to sit down ( i decided to respect this, actually. I coulda said screw you and got in anyways, but i know that woulda been too far)
I sit on the bench, he calls dad to come get me (dad later called me, i gave him more info, and told him the truck was stuck and we needed help) im cold, wet, lost one of my crocs (i have both back, they're fine. Crocs can float, apparently)
We wait for about half an hour or so getting eat up by bugs in the sun and Florida heat.
Dad comes, i get in his truck, dad pulls the truck (and boat, by this point my brother got the boat onto the trailer) out of the water. My brother hands me my stuff, and dad and i leave.
I feel guilty leaving my brother to himself to wrap all that up, but he wasn't too far behind us, i guess, cause he was home by the time i had finished a shower.
Edit: he told me later he needed the time alone, and i shouldn't feel bad.
I washed the scratches as best i could, and put antiseptic on them, but im still worried about whether its gonna be ok. I don't have insurance, actually, and us healthcare is notoriously expensive, so if i get sick from this, i might be screwed. Dad seems to think its fine, i wanna trust him, but i was sitting in wet pants filled with who knows what kinda river germs for almost an hour so. Ya know.
Edit: im probably fine. Nothing looks infected, its been a couple days and i feel alright, and im being careful to make sure i know if anything develops. I have anxiety, so im always gonna worry about it, but i think ill be fine. Also, my favorite pair of pants is kinda ruined. Bummer.
Its been hours since we've all been home, we've ate dinner, ive calmed down, aside from worries about my health, and i know my brothers tired and still a bit upset about it. I think hes calmed down enough that it'll be ok, but im still anxious to really address it. He doesn't like talking about arguments and stuff after they happen, so its hard for me to get closure from events, and it leaves me feeling guilty for a long time. I have issues letting go.
Im tired, im anxious, im sad, im worried about my brother, and i think i don't ever wanna get on a boat again, but im gonna have to, i just know it, if i want him to be happy.
At this point i had a message from my brother, asking me to get him something. Didn't make a bit deal about it, (didn't even mention to my friend what the message was about) but man, im actually a bit miffed, even now. Like,??? He knew what i went through, i was tired sore, and hashtag done?? We talked about everything later, and we're ok now, i vented and we're putting this behind us, but man, he can be annoying. My friend said some reassuring stuff, mentioned it sounded like my brother was pretty rude, and i added this next part on.
Ya know, the worst part?
My brother mainly kept insisting i get out cause he thought i was only holding back because of fear. I kept telling him i couldn't, i physically cant, cause im weak and i have bad balance. He kept giving me the "believe in yourself, you can do it" advice. He didn't believe me when i said it wasn't psychological.
He was rude, but its cause he really loves me, ya know? He cares about me a lot, and he had a lot of faith in me. He's there for me when it counts. He's also just. A bit bossy, and doesn't explain things well, and he thinks he knows best all the time, and gets mad when people don't listen to him.
Im not much better, im kinda a bit of a bitch when im angry, too, but he was clearly a lot more stressed than i was, but he absolutely thought i was panicking when i wasn't.
My brother can be a bit hard to reason with, especially in stressful moments. He kinda gets locked in a mindset, and its usually easier to just let him go through his own motions and let him make mistakes. It usually means i get bossed around. Ive been trying to make it clear to everyone i don't like being treated like a child, but its still something i keep experiencing. When it bothers me a lot, i go and talk about it when everything settles.
He tries to be respectful of me and listen, which is why i tolerate it. We have a good relationship, i swear, its just. Difficult. When hes good, hes great, hes a good person, but hes also got some genuine problems, and so do i, and we need to communicate.
I was really rattled yesterday, basic stuff was thrown off, and i had minor difficulty focusing, and i was really sore. I found a bruise i didn't know i had, and i don't bruise easily. Ive been keeping the antiseptic on everything that needs it, and they're healing well.
He says it'll be a while before we go in that boat again. He does still want to go fishing, but hes gonna take me to various ponds and stuff instead. I just wanna go to the beach. He joked about how we can fish on the beach too. He laughed at the dirty look i gave him. I know hes not that serious.
Also, we saw manatees! I have some video, but it doesn't show em well. Its sad how that was by far not the highlight of the day.
#espy talks#kinda annoying you cant insert a read more on mobile#they should add that#but editing on desktop meant i fixed a lot more typos lol
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MY SWEETSWEET CORABEAR I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF TLOU'S 1ST EP (without any spoilers of course cuz I haven't seen it asdfghjkl BUT I WILL TONIGHT). Tell me all & don't spare any detaaailllsssssssss!!!!!!!!!
SWEET NONNIE!!! THE EPISODE WAS FANTASTICCCCCC. Its been a few days since you sent this so i assumed you watched it? (im adding this line in hindsight cuz i already wrote most of the stuff below and lol i spoiled stuff...)
first of all not like this was the main deal but like... maybe it was but pedro looked so fucking good???????????!?!??! He would be giving some serious scene or just casually standing and I was constantly thinking this is the best he's ever looked. As soon as I heard his voice I was SOLD.
I have not finished the game - i honestly did not make it very far.... (prob after episode 2 i wont know whats coming) the scenes i did know were ridiculously spot on!!!! During one scene I could pin point when I died while playing. Also the plane crash was insane!!! love that hbo good money.
I SOBBBBED during the sarah scene... I knew it was coming i was anticipating the moments but the tears still hurt as bad as the first time watching it. I was itching to see how pedro would perform during the scene, both he & nico killed it!! (also not to like side track but.... pedros arm....... okay :eyes:)
Then we got to the 20 year cut and THE GREYSSS. silver fox 10000% god. Then he had to go and walk in the rain & SLICK BACK his perfect hair...... [redacted] [redacted] There were little moments like when he leaned his arm against a shelf - pedro knew he looked good.
Bella was also spectacular! When Ellie & Joel met for the first time - well one i cackled when he yeeted her into a wall. But the little glances they gave each other- like when ellie reached for the knife and joel/pedro raised his eyebrow like "is this kid serious rn" perfection i cant wait to see more of their chemistry later on!!!
A fantastic fantastic premiere! I'm coming in really as an outsider to this series and I can already understand why its so so loved. I'm counting the minutes until episode 2!!!!!! I hope you had similar reaction to it too!
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i don't wanna leave you .
frank castle x reader / matthew murdock ?
okay i love matt but half the time he really be pissing me off. no hate to matt - but slight hate to matt. honestly i don't really know what this is but go with it. once again no dialogue.
warnings : unrequited love, angst.
frank castle and matthew murdock who are constantly bickering. matt cant help but pick a fight with him because both your hearts speed up when you see each other. matt can't help but be upset because his heart beats quicker when he sees you - and yours does not when you see him.
but what could he do except try to stop you both from realizing you felt the same way. he did feel slightly bad, but he outweighed it in his head with the fact that he was trying to ‘protect’ you. after all, frank castle is a mass-murderer, right? so yes, he’d tell little white lies to keep you both apart - especially if frank had some idea of hanging out with you alone, what the hell could sweet lil’ ole you and a psycho-murderer do together.
but soon enough - those little white lies were catching up to matt. and he could tell - he wasn't sure why you nor frank were addressing it - but he was thankful he had more time to come up with yet another lie. but neither of you ever addressed it. instead just created distance. and with the more distance you both created from him - the closer you got to each other.
at that point he was just hurt you were barely on a greeting basis. not that he wasnt disgusted that he could smell castle radiating off you - he was just waiting for him to fuck up. he knew once frank did eventually fuck up, and fuck up bad youd be back. and sure frank did fuck up, but he never took too long to patch it back up.
frank could never really leave you, he tried once or twice and failed miserably. he came back way before you'd sulked enough to go to matt. and you both just came back together even stronger than before.
but soon enough, you and frank find yourselves somewhat forgiving matt. and matt still cant help his scheming ways. but franks catching on, taking notes on every sly comment matt makes - actually just everything matt does honestly. frank isnt dumb he knows matt’s plotting - hell he probaly would be too if he was in his shoes. but no, frank isn't gonna let him take you from him. not then, not now, not ever. he's made up his mind, he's here to stay and matts gonna have to deal with that.
soon enough franks had enough of the taking notes bullshit, and he's pinning matty to a wall. telling him off, telling him how he's not going anywhere. but matts argues that all frank is, is destruction. and for a moment finds himself believing him, he snaps out of it quick though. no, no. he’d never hurt you, at least not again. but he’d for damn sure destroy the world to make sure you're safe, and in his arms. fuck what matt thinks, but he cant have matt thinking he can destroy all that he has left.
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Hey beautiful!! If you have the time/ inspo could you pls do a full Kit fic based on that nipple clamp scenario you described?? It would be greatly appreciated but no pressure if you cant! Thanks and love you!!
Mr Walker’s Treat, Your Punishment
Yes queen, I’m sorry it’s been literally 6 years since you sent this request, I hope you love it. I chose to use clothes pins instead of nipple clamps, and decided against a daddy kink since y’all brought up a lot of good points. Mr Walker is it.
Summary- After losing a bet with Kit, his dark kinky side comes out and he punishes you with the one thing he’s dreamt of since the day he met you.
Words- 2k. I’ve been writing too many headcannons, need to stop being lazy and start writing longer fics for y’all😤
Another request that was a similar was- “Hi! I don’t really know how to work tumblr so if this is bad or something, sorry but can i get a smut about Kit Walker having a boob kink? I loved your Kai one with the mommy kink and all that but if you don’t wanna write it ofc you don’t have to. thanks <3″, I hope you’re here! I hope you enjoy!
No cap this might be the hottest thing I’ve written, enjoy! 🥵
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“This isn’t like you, I kind of like it”, you giggle, as Kit ties your hands to the bed frame with the only two ties he has. He smiles down at you, straddling your stomach, fumbling with the ties before he finishes, and looks around the room.
“Hm?”, you ask.
“I need something to cover your eyes”, he says, before getting off the bed and looking at the pile of dirty clothes by the wall.
“Ooo, kinky”, you can’t help but giggle at how unusual it was for Kit to be this adventurous. Not only a few days ago did he propose a 69, but he also was willing to make it a game. Whoever came first lost, and the winner could do whatever they pleased with the loser. The second the proposal left your lips, a certain dominant twinkle sparkled in his eye and activated the horny young man he had inside of him. You pulled out all the tricks you had, but no matter how deep you took him in your mouth, and how much you choked on him trying to make him let go, nothing seemed to work. He was so focused on slurping you up and licking you raw that he barely realised your mouth was on him. All he had in his mind was the sight of you, tied up, and your kitchen timer set for him to do with you as he pleases.
You could’ve never expected what was to come, since Kit never showed a particular interest in anything kinky. But your body was ready to be at his mercy.
“How about these?”, Kit asks holding up a pair of dirty underwear to cover your eyes with. You scrunch up your nose in disgust and shake your head.
“Absolutely not, do you not have any more ties?”. Kit throws the pants back on the dirty pile and takes some sweatpants out of his drawer.
“How fancy do you think I am, doll?”
You chuckle at the way his accent proved his point, before looking up at him in awe when he returned to his position on your crotch. He shuffled around as he straddled you, before putting the legs of the sweatpants around your eyes, poking his tongue out slightly as he tries to tie a knot. After a minute of struggling, Kit becomes impatient and takes the makeshift knot off your face, and puts your face inside of the pants where his butt would go, making you both laugh at how unsexy your homemade blindfold is.
“Hey, it works”, Kit laughs before reaching over to the kitchen timer on your bedside table. He twists it to an hour and sets it down, then proceeds to get off you and leave the room. You wriggle around the bed as you hear Kit walk out.
“Is this what you wanted? To tie me up and leave me for an hour?”, you whine loudly so Kit can hear. He collects his desired (and prepared earlier) items before shouting back to you from the kitchen, “More whining like that and I’ll leave my naughty girl tied up for two”.
You become visibly aroused at the new dirty nickname and bite your lip at what Kit has in store for you. Just as your mind is about to wander to the filthy things you ache for, Kit comes back and puts, what sounds like quite a few, things on the bedstand.
He kneels at the end of the bed and crawls over to you slowly, admiring the sight of you bare chested and rubbing his body against yours. He presses his lips to your neck and kisses you slowly, the quiet sounds right against your ear making you open your mouth. Admittedly, not being able to see heightens the pleasure, and makes even the simple activity of being kissed down to your chest even more erotic than before. You’re both very touchy and affectionate to one another, so you quickly feel the effects of being tied to the bed, when you tug slightly against your restrains wanting to run your fingers through Kit’s hair as he softly sucks on your collarbone. Kit closes his eyes and breathes against your skin as he moves down to attach his lips to the sensitive skin around your nipple, teasing you before he gets to it. He uses his other hand to wrap around your other boob, not wanting to waste a minute of the hour he has with your girls. You rub your thighs together slightly, aroused from the feeling of Kit’s mouth inching closer to nipple, but Kit stops you when he presses down, putting his body weight on you, only propping himself up on his elbows to be face level with your naked chest. The extra restrain of not being able to move frustrates you; Kit’s chest pressed down on your still clothed crotch stops you from creating any friction.
Kit never makes it to your nipple, after kissing around it for the longest minute of your life, he grazes his lips against it, before sitting up slightly and reaching over to the bedstand. The teasing lack of contact makes you huff.
“Don’t be impatient, you lost, deal with the consequences”, Kit says, now completely sat up fumbling with something in his hands, squishing your lower torso, stopping you from moving.
“Yes, Mr Walker”, you mockingly say like a child. But the term of endearment shows you respect Kit’s new dominant authority, and he swallows it up.
“Mr Walka’s got you, just sit back and relax”. Kit flicks open a cap and drizzles some liquid on your chest, making you gasp. He shushes you softly, and puts his large hand on the edge of your boob, to ensure it doesn’t drip down to the mattress. He places the bottle down and runs his fingers around in the pool of cool oil and slides them around your tits, soaking in the sight of the trails he leaves glistening. He purposely still avoids your nipples, instead circling his fingers around them. Even when he finally places his hands on either breast, kneading them and rubbing in the oil into them, though distracted by the gorgeous sight, he doesn’t give attention to the one place you yearn for it most.
“Please…”
“Please what?”. You open your eyes under the cover, not even realising when a whimpering please left your lips. Although you wanted Kit to do anything he wanted to you, your body was tingling and tired of being teased.
“Touch them, Mr Walker”
Kit smiles at your eagerness and how easy it is for him to dominate you and have you begging, and holds back from the urge to rip your clothes off now and pound you into oblivion, knowing that if he can have you begging already, there’s more to come. He cups your tits and rubs his thumb over your hard nipples. The slightest touch makes you bite your lip, feeling overwhelmed by how such simple affection can send a rush of arousal through your whole body, making you resist the need to arch your back.
Unexpectedly, Kit takes his hands off your chest and takes a few seconds to look at them, making you even needier than before. He flicks your right nipple with his finger, making you flinch at the feeling. The minimal pain it brings subsides quickly, but the lingering touch stays and is only reset when Kit does it again, and again, and again. He takes it in turns to flick each nipple, biting his lip hard at the sight of you flinching every single time. When he stops and puts his hands on his thighs, you relax your body, savouring the slight sting from the consistent flicking.
Kit puts his hands above your shoulders and leans down, not touching you but admiring how pink your nipples turn, satisfied knowing that they will be sensitive and ready for the next activity planned. Kit leans over to the night stand, and messes around with the multiple things he has, leaving you motionless and completely submissive to whatever else he wants to do to you.
Kit sits back up and clears his throat, making you nervous slightly. He cups one boob, and you feel a sudden harsh squeeze on your nipple, making you wince. He takes it off and puts it on further, the uncomfortable nipping turning into a constant pinching of your nipple. The sensation feels weirdly sexual, and leaves you holding back a moan at first, but letting it out when Kit puts a clothes peg on the other nipple, too. Though the sight of you being used is enough for Kit’s bulge to protrude through his white underwear, desperate for attention, Kit’s intention is only to tease you, not to hurt you.
“Is this okay?”, Kit says awkwardly. You can hear the quick slurp Kit has to do as whatever is filling his mouth almost escapes.
“It’s… amazing”, you breathe out.
“Who woulda thought you’d be so naughty, hm?”. You furrow your eyebrows at what he could possibly be eating right now, but quickly melt under the weight of his lewd description of you.
Kit steps off you and stands up, chuckling darkly at the helpless view of you trying not to wriggle from the intense feeling at your sensitive buds. He takes off his shirt and drops it by the bed, not being able to rip his eyes off you laying there, wondering what he’s doing and when he’ll be back and close to you again. He slides his underwear off as silently as he can, before stepping closer to the bed, his hand wandering to his crotch, stroking himself looking at you.
When he kneels back on the bed and flicks the clothes peg, you whimper out at the endurance needed to take the uncomfortable pinch for so long. Kit moans quietly at you whimpering, before quickly slapping away the clothes peg, letting them rip off your nipples and fly across the room. You hiss at the painful turnout, making Kit instantly soothe your pain with an ice cube he holds to your nipple. You cry out at the action, and Kit smiles, before latching his mouth to your other nipple, settling the pain he induced with his freezing cold mouth and lips, swirling his tongue around your pink nipple. Tears escape your eyes at the unexpected pleasure, and a shiver breaks through your body when the ice cube between Kit’s warm fingers begins to melt and run down your side, giving you goosebumps.
Your breaths become hitched as swaps his hands and mouth, softly suckling on you with his cold lips, humming at the way you moan when he suckles harder. Your thighs can barely stay still on the mattress, moving around hoping to feel something and release the pool of pressure you feel between them. But Mr Walker doesn’t accept that, immediately sliding his hand between your legs and squeezing your inner thigh, not letting them touch and not giving you any more release than necessary. You completely let go and quickly become a whimpering and moaning mess when his hands and mouth work wonders on your body, squeezing and licking everywhere but where you need it.
“Mr Walker”, you whimper out, not being able to handle the punishment any longer.
Kit rubs his fingers against your freezing nipple as the last of the ice melts away, and removes his mouth off you with a sucking pop. He slides the sweatpants off your face, revealing the tears filling your eyes and running down your cheek. Alarm bells ring in Kit’s mind and he leans down close to you and wipes your tears away.
“I’m so sorry doll, did I go to hard on you? You shoulda said something”
“No, Kit, I need more… please”
Kit smirks at you begging once again, but sits up cockily and looks down at you.
“Sorry darling, but this was your punishment, you lost, remember? Besides…”
Kit stops in his sentence and you furrow your eyebrow in question, before, as if on cue, the kitchen timer dings.
“Sorry doll, we’re outta time”
You whine in annoyance and look up at Kit, who stands up and twists the timer again. He sets it back down before walking towards the bedroom door to exit.
“Are you not even gonna untie me?”, you whine loudly. Kit stands in the door frame with his hand on the door handle, ready to leave.
“Why? So, you can touch yourself the second you’re free? I told ya darling, if you’re whiny and naughty, imma just leave you here”
You look up at Kit in disbelief before pulling at the secure ties on your hands.
“Have fun”, Kit says, before winking at you and leaving.
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Seasons.
originally was supposed to be "Wilted" but fuck it
second angst lessgo ;D middle pics are always the best (｡ì_í｡)
clowns/note: ppl like my angst more than my fluff so uh yuh- gimme follow to support tankiew (´▽`) btw i just got my taito 2021 sakura miku figure in the mail today so this boosts my motivation >:)
Genre: Angst (with a really dumb plot twist (ノ-ㅅ-)ノ)
Pairings: Kōzume Kenma x gn!reader
!reminder [ALL genders (including males) are allowed to read my fics <3]
I DID NOT PROOF READ SO CRI
The petals of the cherry blossom trees around you sway slowly onto the pavement. The pavements now that are covered with wilting petals to start a new season that were once walked along with him. Him, being your "boyfriend", your "partner", your... "significant other". Frankly, he used to be actually. But you were now walking with someone else. Someone who might actually make your life better. Well lets cut the bullshit and move into the story that will most likely make no sense whatsoever.
.......
"14.08"
He should be here by now. It's been 2 hours. The park was beautiful as it was spring, your favourite season. You did'nt get why he was so against going on a date that day when //obviously// you were both dating and he hardly spends time with you. You managed to convince him to meet you there. You had a whole day planned; arcades, figure shopping and lunch. But he was still late. "I really cant stay for long, I'll text you later tho, babe.", you heard a familiar voice. Almost too familiar. (Mmm i love overrated drama scenes </3) "Kenma?", you stood infront of the dark-haired girl and your.. boyfriend..? If you can still call him that Holding hands and sharing an ice cream (🚗🍦👩🏼) at a bench. "So this.. this is why you couldnt spend time with me anymore?" You were livid. Livid the fact you were cheated on. "I-I kitten wai-" "Kitten?", the dark haired girl cut him off. "Yes, I'm his girlfriend.", you glared. "You've been two-timing me??", she got up pointing at him. "What? But he's been two-timing me tho??", both looking at him with cold eyes and bitter expressions equally wanting an explanation. "I.. uh.. well-", looking at the ground then the both of you being cut off by "Save it, motherfucker." and a slap from the girl before dragging you with her.
"Hey! Whats the big deal??"
"How long have you been dating... h i m..?", refusing to say his name like its a disease whilst letting go of your hand. "Not sure why I have to tell you but.. 3 years.", shrugging and looking at the grass. "Well, I've been dating him for 5 years. I dont think you knew though so I dont really blame you honestly.", she said fiddling with the ends of her skirt. "Huh? Arent you.. mad?", with furrowed brows when she laughed. "I kinda saw the signs so it felt good to slap him in the face. I mean, the pixie-dick had it coming right?", grinning at you when you laughed at her remark. "Actually, I'm G/N (Girl's/Name). Courtesy of the one who once belonged to 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' and a professional crackhead", giving a gentleman-like bow. "Well I, am Y/N (Your/Name) of the lowly ex who is now cursed as a stray cat who's eating his ice cream alone as he should.", taking her hand and curtsy-ing with an oh-so sarcastic smug expression. "I think this is gonna be one fucking interesting, if you can call it, 'friendship' dont you think", she implied with air quotes. Laughing, the flowers of spring wilts to express that a new season is starting. One filled with interesting discoveries to be made with your new friend.
.......
Maybe. Maybe life isnt so bad after all.
This has 0 fuckin shit that had any context but oh well, if you wanna request angst or fluff dont be shy, im socially awkward too (*˙︶˙*)☆*° i kinda had no idea on what to post :^) anyways check my pinned post for cool shit ;) pls stay hydrated, healthy and safe!! you are LOVEDD <33
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Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s Younger Sibling
Peter Parker x sibling!reader
warnings: bullying mention, blood mention
a/n: a fuckin reach, its been a WHILE since ive seen tasm
prompt: y/n is peter’s sibling
peter and you were playful kids
you were just a year and some months younger than him, so you had a harder time remembering your parents than him
but he always told you stories about them that made you miss them a little more
peter was a genius, we all know it
he was the one helping you with your homework most nights
“peter i cant do it!”
“that’s okay, y/n. look, start with two times four, that’s eight, then four times six, twenty-four, right?”
“can i say a cuss word?”
“sure”
“math is shit”
you would cry during homework a lot
you’d also pass out on his floor after talking for hours
and you’d either wake up facedown on the floor or in your room since uncle ben would pick you up and put you to bed
peter took it upon himself to take you back to your room, but he usually dragged you by the arm, sooooo
you’d play action figures together
he was batman, you were robin always
“can i be batman?”
“oldest gets to be batman so im batman”
“but i wanna be batman!”
peter walked you to your school before taking off on his skateboard
and he’d pick you up on his way home
on half-days your brother taught you how to skate
you fell a lot
aunt may had to patch you up
“how many times do i have to tell you those skateboards are dangerous?!”
peter got you your own skateboard so that you could practice without him
you would text him after you did a trick and he’d always say hell yes! show me when i get home!
being his photography assistant
really you were his assistant constantly
science fair was the most boring day of the year
“y/n, stand right here, i need to get something from my locker”
*judges walk up while youre left unattended and in a state of PANIC*
you were bullied in middle school, same as peter, he’d always stick up for you and get beat up instead
it made you very mad but it was scary, too
“how’d you get into this fight, peter?”
“oh, you know, just happened”
“peter was sticking up for me, uncle ben”
“was he now? you’re a good brother, peter”
lonely when he moved onto high school :/
but you got there soon enough
you guys were kind of loners, just ate lunch together, lugged around your skateboards, you were an artist, he was a photographer
just spectating the chaos of high school, rolling your eyes at the drama
“i have two bucks, do you want anything from the vending machine?”
“uhh, a coke?”
you saw peter get bullied by flash and lost your shitttt
you actually started a food fight after throwing mashed potatoes in his eyes
“what the hell, parker?!”
“sit down and eat your goddamn food, flash, or next time it wont be potatoes”
peter was half-proud, half-embarrassed
trying to see how long you could skate through the halls before any authority figures stopped you
sometimes......you guys got sent to the office together :)
*phone ringing* “hello, is this ben parker?”
“which one of them is it this time?”
the principal’s office was a trip sometimes
you and peter exchange your glances and wait to get scolded
“ah, the parkers, come in, lets have a chat...why do you two always feel the need to get in trouble together?”
“we just happen to get along really well for siblings”
no you fuckin dont lmaoooo
it was always something with you two
like always
*banging on peter’s door* “I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BROWNIES, PETER, GIVE THEM BACK”
*peter through a mouthful of brownies* “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT, YOURE CRAZY”
“is that my jacket?” -peter
“you mean my jacket?”
“y/n, i swear to god if you steal any more of my clothes it’s over for you”
“well, aunt may keeps giving me your clothes, so take it up with her”
and then there was just the little annoying things
“peter, can you stop clicking your pen?”
*clicks pen faster*
“you’re the worst”
and my personal favorite
“peter, open the door”
“why?”
“emergency”
*opens bedroom door* “what?”
“aunt may is making meatloaf”
“shit, uh...get your board, we’ll skate to mcdonalds and tell her we already ate”
peter and you RARELY ever brought your parents up until he found your dad’s briefcase, you didn’t have much to say
soon he was flooding his room with conspiracies and pulling you in to explain them
he began acting REALLY weird, but he was pretty open with you, he told you he went to oscorp
“YOU SNUCK IN??”
“your standards for me are way too high, y/n”
soon you started to feel not-so-good and weird things started to happen
“peter??”
“yeah? whats up?”
“this is gonna sound really weird...my hand is stuck to the door”
“it happened to you, too??”
“happening, pete. wait—this happened to you?? what is this???????”
yall done fucked up and got bit by spiders peter had so carelessly brought back into the house
it was an adjustment to say the least
and this adjustment got a whole lot harder that one night...you can remember peter just...so upset
you tried to chase him out to make sure he was okay, but uncle ben told you to stay with your aunt
maybe if you’d have been there...it would’ve been different, but when the cops got to your house you were at a loss for words
peter was covered in his blood still
“hey, hey, just breathe, okay? it’s not your fault, peter. just hop in the shower, yeah? i’ll take care of your clothes”
when peter took your advice and you were left alone, you just cried, you cried until he finally found you curled up in a ball in your room
then he cried, you just hugged each other sobbing your eyes out
peter got distant for a while, which was rough since the two of your were mourning for your uncle and dealing with these newfound powers
sooner or later he came around and helped you out, designing webshooters and a suit for you
“we match?”
*sigh* “yeah...yeah, we match”
ah yes, spider-team
you really tripped out new york at first, they thought spider-man was a teleporter
peter was still talking about your dad, but you really didn’t care, uncle ben was always going to be who raised you
you and peter would be covered in bruises after going out
“uh—peter punched me”
“y/n???!!!”
“I PANICKED”
just being dumb scared teens that cant function to save their lives until they get a little bit lucky
seriously like, every big villain you guys fought was just the worst
peter didn’t help all the time, he was good at provoking them sometimes
“hey, spider-man, you mind shutting up for a minute? for my sake?”
“sorry, sorry, just couldn’t help myself!”
he gushed to you about gwen stacy, he actually dragged you to her apartment to be patched up by her SEVERAL TIMES
yadda yadda yadda peter graduated high school! how cool is that? but he was late (what a surprise) even though you put off spidering today just for this
but he made it and you clapped the loudest for him
“thats my brotherrrr!!!”
cute family picture! (aunt may printed a bunch of them and gave them to you two and peter pinned them to his wall)
you and peter actually have a lot of pictures of the two of you just goofing off
he has one of you stuck in a trash can that cracks him up every time
seeing harry osborn again after YEARS
“wow, y/n, last time i saw you i just thought you were peter’s annoying little sibling”
“aww, it’s good to see you, too”
electrooooo
this guy really worried you bc like, bzzzz shock
you and peter weren’t equipped for that
it took a while, but you were finally able to deal with that
and several other problems
including peter’s breakup, which was a whole ordeal of its own
*peter laying upside down on your bed* “i dont know, y/n, you know? i wanna be with her so bad, i love her...but her dad is haunting me”
*you, drawing on your notepad with your legs propped up on his* “yeah, makes sense”
you actually had to tap out during the end of electro, you were hurt pretty bad
“y/n, hey? yeah, you’re okay. stay here, just stay right there, i’m gonna be back for you”
*thumbs up to show youre still alive*
but when peter came back for you there was bad news, he’d lost gwen
he ripped his mask off and fell to his knees, you could barely move but you powered through it, giving him a hug while he cried
“we...we better get home before aunt may starts to worry”
she was at work, so you two had the place to yourselves to clean up and mourn before the official news was revealed
“i should have listened to her dad, y/n, this is all my fault”
he was a mess, you couldn’t bare seeing him like this. it’s been so long since you’d seen him like this
the funeral was rough, peter was grasping onto your shoulder the whole time
he insisted that he was going to stick behind and stay with gwen for a while
“okay, i’ll see you at home...love you”
“love you too”
you gave him a hug and left him to his business, the next few months you were the only spider-person operating in new york...until rhino popped up
“im coming with you”
“you’re sure?”
“yeah, im sure”
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Can you do 60 for indruck, NSFW? Thank you so much! Love your work!
Here it is! I set it in the same world as this sternclay fill. Credit to @bellafarallones for playing in this space on discord. Apollo is from my Super hero AU
“All I’m sayin is it seems mighty unfair to me that one fella gets a handler-assistant type deal and the rest of us don’t.” Duck crosses his arms as Ned fiddles with the pen on his desk.
“You’re not wrong, dear boy, but Apollo was in high demand from the higher ups-”
“Because he’s a shallow dipshit with a mean streak who’ll be good for ratings?”
“Precisely. He demanded in his contract that we allow his twin to continue his work as his photographer and assistant. He has over a million followers on Instagram, so those photos will be a boost to the show. Just try to get along for the camera’s?”
“His brother ain’t even on camera.” Duck mutters.
“I meant with Apollo.”
Duck shrugs, defeated, “sure thing, Ned.”
As he walks back to the main house, he mulls over the fact that the twin (Indrid, he thinks that’s the guys name) bugs him more than Apollo does. Apollo is vain, mean, and selfish, but at least that gets him things, even makes sense for the kind of show they’re on. Indrid gains nothing by helping him out here. Except protection from the bully, which Duck finds to be the worst kind of cowardice. Hopefully Vincent, this season’s bachelor, will see through the “influencer” and send him packing ASAP.
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Four weeks in, and this is exactly what Duck was worried about. Not only is Indrid hovering around his brother like a nervous moth (excet when cameras are near, at which point he ducks out of frame), he’s doing fucking nothing to reign him in.
A few frontrunners are starting to emerge, and with that claws are coming out. Barclay, a chef and all around nice guy, is the target of choice. Nico and Josh both took bites out of him this morning. But Apollo sunk his teeth in like a dog on a fox, calling him, among other things, a pathetic, six-foot puppy dog who no man would ever want. The cook left noticeably teary eyed. Duck was about to block the cameras from following when Joseph beat him to it. Which is weird, because he thought Joe couldn’t stand Barclay. Apollo flounces off, but Duck corners Indrid where he’s been stoically watching his brother be a raging asshole.
“What the fuck man?”
‘Wrong twin.” Indrid says flatly, indicating his silver hair, tied back in a half-bun. His dark roots are showing and his eyebrows are black, unlike Apollo’s immaculate blonde dye job and bleached brows.
“Nope, right one. You’re his handler, cant’ you fuckin intervene when he’s doin’ shit like that? Or are you just here to let him hurt whoever he feels like?”
Indrid fixes him with a bitter smile, “If there were a way to make my brother be kind or, indeed, see others as people, don’t you think I’d have found it and used it everyday since?”
“I-”
“You people have no idea how much I’m already doing. I kept him from going after you yesterday by reminding him he looks ugly when he yells on camera. And if nothing else console yourself with the fact you all have only to deal with him for a few months. Some of us have endured twenty-eight years of it.”
With that, he turns and stalks from the room. As he leaves, Duck can’t shake the thought that his black denim jacket and worn jeans fit him better than Apollo’s designer ones ever could.
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Indrid understands why there’s so much alcohol on set, but he can’t partake (too bitter) and it makes Apollo even harder to handle than usual. Which is why Indrid is out on the grounds at ten p.m, intending to hide from his brother until dawn.
At six weeks in, fan favorites are getting more established and Indrid, needing to predict Apollo’s mood in order to do his job, is keeping a close eye on them. His twin is well-liked for being snarky and hot, though he suspects the large number of contestants means there have been limited chances for his unpleasant side to be showcased. Joseph is another, because of course he is, movie-star handsome with an interesting past. Barclay is beloved for the very things that the other contestants torment him for. And Duck? Duck is quickly becoming the one people think Vincent will choose.
Indrid thinks they’re right. He’s charming in an understated way, funny, and while Apollo needles him for his “dad bod,” Indrid and Vincent have both noticed the muscles in his arms. Who gives a damn about flat abs? Indrid would much rather have something soft to rest his head on while those green eyes look lovingly down at him. His crush on Duck is useless, persistent, and must be hidden from Apollo at all costs.
His foot catches something solid and he tumbles over the obstacle to land ass-first on the lawn.
“Ow.” He glares at the object. The object turns out to be Duck Newton, who's obviously drunk as he sits up.
“Sorry man, thought no one’d come out here. Oh it’s you, it's, uh, fuck, fuck c'mon” he snaps his fingers as he searches his thoughts, “It's cute Apollo!”
“Indrid.” Surely Duck didn’t mean to use that adjective. Right?
“No, I’m Duck?”
He snickers, “No, I meant I’m Indrid.”
“Ohhh, right. You're Indrid. I'm Duck. That's the big dipper” He points at the sky. Indrid follows the line and grins, delighted.”
“It is!”
“Uhhuh. C'mere, can show you more.” Duck pats the spot beside him and lays back. Indrid scoots closer and reclines as well, making appreciative sounds each time Duck shows him a constellation.
As they’re studying the sky, the other man whispers, “Can I tell you a secret? I, I think Joe’n Barclay are into each other now."
“The way they look at each other is not exactly subtle.”
‘“Heh, yeah.” he links his hands across his belly, “I think they're in love. You ever been in love?”
“No.” He sighs, not wanting to dwell on that pile of baggage, “You?”
“Nope. And, uh, don’t, don’t tell anyone but I don't think I am with Vincent. Maybe I could be? Does that make me a bad person? He's nice, think he likes me a lot but, I, I dunno.”
“Not being in love with someone doesn’t make you a bad person. No more than loving someone does.”
Indrid is hard to surprise; years of getting out ahead of his brother and father taught him how to see things coming. But nothing could prepare him for Duck rolling to hide his face against Indrid’s chest. Not knowing what else to do, he pats his back, notices a woodsy scent tingling his nose.
“You smell good.” He winces; that was too creepy, now Duck will pull the comforting bulk of his body away.
“Thanks. I bought a bunch of cologne when I realized I was actually going to be a contestant. News clothes too. Thought it would give me an edge but...I dunno, can't compete with a guy like your brother.”
“Join the club.” Indrid reaches up to toy with a lock of Duck’s black hair, expecting Duck to bat him away. Instead, he sighs and turns his head to give Indrid better access.
“You could compete with ‘im. You're cuter. Nicer too.”
“Oh. Ah. Thank you.”
Duck’s fidgets with the mothman pin on Indrid’s jacket, “You wanna cuddle?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“No one cuddles with me. And we ain’t allowed to cuddle Vincent yet.” He looks up, lips pouting just enough to be charming.
Indrid let’s a purr enter his voice, “That’s a shame. I’m happy to cuddle.”
Duck rolls more of his body onto Indrid, resolutely nestling his head under his chin and tangling their legs together. His hands stay on Indrid’s chest and shoulders, though he’s now drunkenly petting Indrid’s collarbone, making him shiver. He expends four months worth of daring in a second, wrapping his arms around the curves of Duck’s torso. When Duck’s fingers brush skin instead of shirt, Indrid whimpers, then bites his lip and prays it went unnoticed.
“You don’t get cuddled much either, do you?” Duck murmurs thoughtfully.
“No.”
“Damn shame, you’re real good at it. Can cuddle me any time.”
Indrid “mmhmms” knowing the promise is like the stars; bright and comforting in the darkness, but ultimately beyond his reach.
Three day later, he drops his guard; Apollo’s been on his good behavior since Vincent’s been spending more time with him. You’d think Indrid would learn by now that all his venom has to go somewhere.
He’s huddled down in the rec room trying not to cry; it’s pathetic enough that he let such childish insults get to him, but to cry over them would confirm everything his brother said.
“Indrid? You, uh, you okay?” Duck’s reflection in the darkened T.V approaches his own.
“I'm fine.” It’s the same inflection he’s used hundreds of times, but Duck sits down on the couch all the same.
“Do you, uh, need a hug?’
“No.” He replies a hair too quickly.
“Do you want one?”
“......Badly.”
Duck opens his arms and Indrid shifts on the cushions, doing his best to curl his long limbs so they’ll fit in his embrace. The shorter man notices, concern flashing on his face.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Not particularly.”
“Okay. You, uh, wanna hear the most exciting news of the day?” He waits for Indrid to nod, “there was a cougar sightin’ in the foothills near here!”
“That is both very exciting and alarming.”
“Doubt it’d go after folks, they try to steer clear of people. We don’t have ‘em back home, but you learn what to do when you’re also learnin how to deal with bears.”
“How does one deal with a bear? Other than buying them a drink.”
Duck snorts, relaxes further into the couch, “Depends on how soon you see ‘em…”
They emerge two hours later, and Indrid is so engrossed in their conversation about hiking incidents that he runs smack into a camera man. While he’s apologizing profusely, Duck guffaws, steadies him, and leads him off in search of somewhere to watch the sunset.
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“Oooh, ooh, look, sea lions!” Indrid points to the distant wharf.
“Good eye. Man, those fuckers are big. Glad none of ‘em were in the water when we did that fuckin cliff dive.”
“I for one would pay good money to see my brother chased by a sea lion.”
Duck chuckles, pops the tab on his WhiteClaw. They’re having dinner on the beach, a gourmet spread meant to encourage them to show off their pallets. Indrid took Barclay’s recommendation and ordered the whole, grilled snapper, which he assumed he’d be eating alone; Vincent’s attention has been on Duck ever since he went swimming this morning. Duck seems to be enjoying it, but come dinner time he demurred (“gotta let some of the other fellas have a chance”) and brought his basket of fried oysters over to join Indrid on the sand.
“Speakin of your brother, kinda surprised he didn't make any digs at this whole, uh, situation.” Duck gestures to the torso Indrid is currently aching to lick droplets of saltwater from. To subdue the craving, he licks salt from his fingers before replying.
“I, ah, the last time he tried to, I reminded him of all the pictures I have of him eating. He hates to be seen eating. Most of the time.” He tilts his head towards his twin, who’s chowing down next to Vincent without a care for the cameras. Indrid sets his hand on the warm sand, “I’ve been trying to, well, reign him in as you suggested. Or at least make him think twice about his choices.”
(Indrid omits the part where he’s most likely to risk it if Duck is the one with the target on his back).
Duck sets his hand down beside Indrid’s, brushes sand from the side of it with a calloused thumb, “Mighty good of you. But, uh, think I mighta read things wrong that day. You gotta handle him how you think best. Just, uh, just promise me you won’t sacrifice your own well-bein’ for my sake, or anyone else’s. We’re all grown-ass men; we can handle it.”
“I promise.” He lies.
The other man leans back on his hands, green eyes drifting across the waves. Indrid would gladly sit in silence the rest of the night, it’s so easy to be comfortable in the lull when it’s Duck filling the space beside him.
Eventually, the ranger murmurs, “It’s so fuckin breathtaking. The ocean, I mean. Maybe if you live on a coast you get used to it but man, it is somethin;.”
“More so than the forest?”
Duck smiles, “It’s like apples and oranges. Monongahela got its own charms; you’d have a blast takin pictures and drawin there, believe me. If, uh, if Apollo and I both make it to the final four, uh, maybe we could take a few hours durin’ my hometown visit and I could show you my favorite spot.
Indrid imagines the two of them beneath the trees, walking hand in hand.
“I’d like that.”
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“You know you’re just a distraction, right?”
Indrid doesn’t look at his brother, just flips the page in his book, “I doubt that. You’ve said, often, that I’m too off-putting to be interesting.”
“Not when there’s competition for someone superior; Duck knows he might not win. You’re his back-up if he doesn’t, and a way to kill time until the end. Once Vincent sends him home, which he most definitely will, he’ll keep you around until something better comes along.”
“Don’t act like you know him.” Indrid hisses, looking up just in time to see something scurrying behind the triumph on Apollo’s face: fear.
So, his brother has a new weakness. He’ll tuck that away for later; this is shaping up to be an unpleasant conversation, but not one requiring quite that degree of weapon.
“You should thank me. If I weren’t so captivating, Vincent would spend all his time with Duck. Then you’d be without any attention at all. Even Duck’s taste isn’t that abysmal.” He grins his several thousand dollar smile, “he and Vincent are probably laughing about it right now.”
Indrid stands, crosses the tiny room, “Shut up, Apollo.”
Then he slams the door. There’s a yelp, followed by “you hit my nose, you pathetic excuse for a man, ow, open this door this instant I’m not done with you!”
He flicks the lock and sits back on the bed. There’s a tin of sensory putty on his nightstand and he opens it, playing with it between his fingers. Duck brought it for him after a museum date with Vincent. The image of him not only thinking of Indrid when he saw something, but then buying it for him just to see him smile makes him want to grin and hide his face in a pillow like a teenager who just got asked to prom.
But maybe this date is going differently.
Indrid squeezes the putty, repeats the mantra he’s had since he was a child, “Apollo always lies. Apollo always lies.”
Eventually, he’s calm enough to work on some tattoo commissions, is coloring away when there’s a knock on the door. A secret knock Duck invented as a goof. Throwing open the door reveals the shorter man wearing a suit jacket and an exhausted expression. Indrid gestures to the bed, shuts and locks the door as Duck slumps on the mattress and sets his head in his hands.
“Whelp, that was a shit-show.”
“What happened?” Indrid sits cross-legged beside him.
“Vincent went in for a kiss and I, uh, I turned him down. I mean, he took it well because he’s a sweet guy but I, I feel like shit.”
“There’s no shame in not wanting to kiss just yet.”
“That ain’t the problem. I, I wanna kiss someone on this set, but it ain’t him. Indrid” he looks up, green eyes watery, “Indrid, I think I’m fallin in love with you.”
“Oh. I, are you sure-”
“The whole night, and I mean the whole fuckin night, I was thinkin about you. Thought how nice the trip to the botanical gardens would be with you there to point out color combos and get excited about butterflies. Wanted to hold your hand over dinner. Fuck, when they brought out the dessert menu all I could think was how fun it’d be to order one of each thing to surprise you so you’d do that thing you do with your hands when you’re real excited.” Duck turns, sets his hands on Indrid’s shoulders, “‘Drid, if you don’t want this, I’ll back off but-”
Indrid cuts him off with a kiss, let’s strong arms pull him down to the bed and presses as close to Duck as he can, as if any space between them might be a way for the universe to push them apart.
“Than fuck” Duck pants, cupping his face, “wait, fuck, what do we do now? I can’t string poor Vincent on.”
“We’ll get them to let you out of your contract. It can’t be that hard, right?”
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“Absolutely not” Ned shakes his head, “dropping out of the show is out of the question.”
“But that ain’t fair to any of us. Can we at least tell Vincent the truth?”
“No, it needs to look as if he naturally decided not to choose you. If not, we could be accused of manipulating results; the last time that happened, the ratings tanked for that season and the next. And my predecessor was fired.”
Duck looks at Indrid, “Guess I’ll just...pull back? That way Vincent won’t have a reason to choose me and’ll let me go soon.”
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“Droppin out is outta the question, huh?” Duck mutters to Indrid as they watch Barclay and Joseph walk off holding hands, the host eagerly asking them questions as they go.
“I suppose he didn’t drop so much as sprint.” Indrid glances at the rose in Duck’s hand, “congratulations on making the final...well, final three now.”
“Thanks? Guess Apollo’s pretty happy about it too.”
“Yes, but his ego needs no stroking.” Indrid smiles, “maybe this means you’ll get to show me the woods?”
“I hope so. Huh. What are they gonna do with the rest of us when it’s not our turn for the hometown visit?”
The answer turns out to be: drag everyone to each hometown. Because they no longer have Joe’s trip to do, Ned decided they needed more scenes of the contestants exploring where their competitors came from.
Kepler is first, and tonight is the night Duck’s been dreading. His romantic, home-town date that everyone expects to end with at least some kissing. He manages to make it through dinner, even enjoys showing Vincent the down-town he spent years roaming. But as they start down the river walk for a romantic stroll, his heart is trying to smash its way out of his ribs.
“It’s alright, you know.” Vincent stops, guiding Duck to face him, “the fact you want to be with Indrid.”
“I, uh, fuck, I, I don’t not know, uh, fuck-” he closes his eyes, “how’d you know?”
“I’m more observant than I get credit for.” Vincent brushes his cheek, “I’ve had a hunch for weeks now, but I kept you around because I liked having you here, even if I suspected it wasn’t going to end with us together. I’m very fond of you, Duck. You deserve someone who makes you happy. I promise I’ll send you home this next rose ceremony”
“Christ” Duck chuckles, “you’re a hell of a guy too, Vince. I hope whoever you pick treats you right. I, uh, can I, should we…?”
Vincent plants a chaste kiss on his cheek, then smiles, “go get him.”
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“Any twos?”
“No. Go fish.”
Apollo grumbles as he takes another card. Given Duck and Vincent are on their date, neither he nor Indrid is having a good night. Before Indrid can make his ask, his twin says, “How do you get people to like you?”
“Why do you care? You’ve made it this far, so obviously Vincent likes you a great deal”
“I don’t just mean him. I, I mean, I want him to like me. To want me. But I suspect he’d like me better if other people did.”
Indrid idly taps his cards, “I suggest you stop acting like our father.”
“I’m nothing like him!” Apollo squawks.
“Oh, but you are. Everything he taught us you still hold as true; you’re just the newest version of men like him. Self-absorbed. Cruel. Shallow. I’m amazed you’ve gotten this far with Vincent, given that the age difference means you’d be caring for him in his old age.”
“I, I can care for him. I will!”
“Apollo, I wouldn’t trust you to care for a potted plant.” He sets his cards down.
“At least I’m not a-”
“Ambitionless deviant who has to ride his brother’s coattails to survive?”
“Wha--how-”
“Like I said; you’re just like him. Down to your insults.” Indrid stands, “I’m going to bed. I suggest you do the same.”
His brother remains speechless--a rare state for him--as he closes the door and heads for his room. He doubts Duck will do anything on the date (hell, the two of them have only been able to steal some kisses now and then), but the whole charade has him feeling low.
There are far more cameras in the rented house than there were a few hours ago. Which means the rest of the crew is back. Does that also mean…
“Hey, sugar. I was just lookin for you.”
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Duck’s glad his door is open, because otherwise Indrid would have smashed it to pieces dragging them both through it. He’d only gotten out the barest explanation before the taller man was kissing his face and tugging at his clothes, purring “mine” over and over again.
“Yep, all yours.” He shuts the door as Indrid mouths at his neck, “which also means you’re all mine.” He yanks Indrid’s black sweater up and over his head, sends the matching t-shirt after it a moment later. Indrid whines, fumbling with Duck’s dress shirt, and he gets an idea.
“Uh uh, only good boys who show me why they deserve it get to feel me up.”
Indrid groans into his shoulder, fisting the fabric of his jacket “What constitutes good behavior in this instance?”
“One sec, don’t go nowhere.” He starts to step past him, pauses to grips his chin and pull him into another kiss, “and no peekin.”
As he digs through his bag for the strap on he brought just in case, he keeps an eye on Indrid to be sure he’s following the directions. The taller man’s fingers twitch, but his head stays still. God, Duck is going to memorize the shape of each of the tattoos decorating his skin with his mouth.
“You did real good.” He slips around Indrid once more, resting his back on the wall. Indrid notices the new bulge in his pants and thuds to his knees.
“May I?”
“You better.”
Indrid undoes the button of his fly. Then he looks at Duck over the rim of his glasses as he takes the zipper between his teeth and pulls it down. When the black silicone of the strap breaks free, Indrid cocks his head as if unsure of his options. Duck doesn’t really have a plan--he just wants to be with him, to make him feel good and show him just what weeks of pent-up desire have done to him--but he’s starting to regret that choice.
Indrid flicks hair from his face and wraps his lips around the head of the cock experimentally. He hums, sucking on it a moment, then pulls back blushing, “This is going to sound strange but, ah, I, I really like that. It’s such a lovely texture on my tongue, it’s, it’s almost soothing to suck.”
“Guess you better keep suckin it then, huh?” Duck runs the fingers of his right hand through Indrid’s hair.
“Is that really alright? It can’t feel like much on your end.”
“Don’t mean it ain’t fun to watch. But, uh” he touches the edge of Indrid’s red glasses, “it okay if I take these off?”
Indrid nods and Duck slides them free, tucks them into his breast pocket for safekeeping as Indrid draws the cock into his mouth again. He focuses on the head at first, humming and moaning as it bumps his cheek. Then Duck sees him swallow and relax the muscles of his jaw as he presses closer. Little puffs of breath tickle Duck’s skin as Indrid gets most of the cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing and head bobbing as he sucks. Hungry noises burlbe up his throat, and the more he lets himself go the messier he becomes, spit coating his lips and eyes fluttering closed in bliss.
“Okay, I lied.”
Brown eyes shoot him a disbelieving look.
“This ain’t fun. This is one of the hottest fuckin things I’ve ever seen.”
Indrid wiggles happily on his knees, left hand dropping to rubs his own cock through his jeans.
“Needy little thing, gotta have somethin down your throat and around your dick at the same time.”
“MMMhhmmm” Indrid purrs, the picture of filthy perfection.
“If, if you swallow the whole thing, I’ll let you finger-fuck me.”
Both hands fly to his thighs with an excited moan. Indrid’s brow crinkles with determination as he slowly, carefully brings his lips to the base of the toy. Duck groans out “good boy” and shoves his pants down, Indrid helping to drag them to his ankles. Indrid keeps his left hand on Duck’s hip while the right hovers below his folds. Duck takes it, the toy making the angle a bit awkward, and guides it against him.
“Start with one.”
Indrid nods, moans reverently as he obeys. Duck curses, looks down to find Indrid watching him attentively. Duck is going to wreck him. Then he’s going to cuddle him to sleep and wonder at the fact he got this lucky.
“You’re doin’ great, sugar. Promise I’ll tell you if you need to adjustOH, ohyeah” he lets his head rest against the chipped white of the door, “that’s the spot. Fuck it, add one more, Ahfuck, yeah, those artists fingers are fuckin perfect for this.”
Another purr and then a sharp, choked noise. Duck looks down, realizing he rolled his hips without meaning to. Before he can apologize, Indrid grips his thigh and shakes his head.
“You like that?”
“Mmhhmmm” Indrid traces a heart on his belly.
“You’ll pull off you need to?”
“Mhmmmm.” Indrid curls his fingers as his stretched lips manage to grin.
“Fuck!” Duck giggles, “okay, if my darlin wants his face fucked, that’s what he’ll get.” He keeps a hand on Indrid’s shoulder as he lets loose, grunts and curses mingling with the increasingly wet moans of his cock claiming Indrid’s throat. Soon he’s out of words, too busy with the sight of himself forcing Indrid’s lips apart as he tightens around his fingers. Handjobs are a toss-up for him most days; sometimes they work, other times he can’t cum from them at all. It turns out what makes it very easy to do so is-
“‘Drid, fuck, fuck, sugar, yeah, right there, rightthererightthere ohfuckyeah.” He cums, jerking his hips hard enough to punch a new, high sound from Indrid’s throat. The other man pulls off, rests his cheek on Duck’s belly with shuddery, satisfied sighs.
“Y’know” Duck unbuttons his shirt from the bottom up so Indrid can more easily nuzzle the skin there, “I had this whole plan where I was gonna fuck you with this and then ride your face to cum.”
“I’m not opposed.” Indrid grins, bouncing a bit.
“Yeah, but I’ve only got one in me tonight. So” He tosses the shirt away, pulls off the harness as Indrid nibbles his hips, “if you wanna cum, you’re gonna have to do all the work.”
An edge enters his smile, “I can manage that.”
Duck hits the floor with a whump, Indrid trapping him on his back and climbing atop him, all the while kissing him with abandon.
“May I fuck you?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Condom?”
“Dop kit, bathroom, aw come back.”
“Patience, sweetheart” Indrid blows him a kiss, returns a few moments later doing an inelegant dance to kick his jeans and boxers away, “got one!”
“Good, now get back down here before I-AHfuck!” Indrid is on him and in him so fast it knocks his breath away.
“Before what? You’re not going anywhere, you’re mine, alllllll mine.” He drags kisses across Duck’s cheek, then bites his chapped lip as he looks down at him, “right?”
“You know it, nnng, fuck, that’s it sugar, be a good boy and cum for me. Fuck, darlin, wanted this so bad.” He locks his fingers into silver hair to keep Indrid in kissing distance as the other man whimpers, thrusts shallow and rabbity.
“Want you too, so much, I’ll be worth it, I swear, I’ll be good, I’ll, I’ll make you so happy.”
Duck rests their foreheads together, “You already do.”
There’s a high, gasping moan, almost like a chirp, and Indrid rides out his orgasm in drawn-out rolls of his hips. Then he collapses, laughing, on Duck’s chest.
“I, I’m sorry, I just never thought I’d get this. Someone wanting me. Choosing me.”
“I mean, I went on a T.V show to find love, so I know a little somethin about that fear. But I also know findin you is better than anythin I ever imagined.”
“Likewise.” Indrid nestles closer, one hand reaching out to hold Duck’s where it’s flopped on the rug.
“...You realize this means there’s a fifty-fifty chance your brother will win.”
Indrid shrugs, lifts his head to smile at Duck, “I leave that to Vincent. I already got my prize.”
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