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myballsyourballs · 26 days

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OKAY IVE BEEN IMAGINING A HAWKS X BAKUGOUS OLDER BROTHER READER?? okay but here me out bro, reader has been dating hawks for a while now, occasional family dinners at readers house with his parents, not brother, due to the fact that he’s training.

reader never brought up the fact that his younger brother goes to ua, and hawks never said anything about teaching 1a gym time-to-time, one day, reader goes to pick up katsuki early from school, and he realizes hawks is teaching, basically how everyone would react to one, finding out bakugou has a brother, and two he’s dating hawks??

(ps, hawks knew of readers last name, but never thought anything of it,)

big bro

keigo takami x male! older bakugou brother! reader

genre: fluff and slight crack oneshot (1,300ish words)

notes: i’m not a massive fan of how i wrote this (i don’t think it’s very good) but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here you go

synopsis: reader is katsuki's older brother who is dating hawks -- katsuki doesn't know reader is dating hawks, and hawks doesn't know katsuki is reader's brother. it stays that way until reader has to pick up katsuki from school early while hawks is teaching.

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Principal Nezu is shorter than you expect.

You expected him to be a man-sized rat, not a rat-sized man; though you suppose that isn’t an apt description either, given that he’s at least 2 feet tall and most rats aren’t 2 feet tall.

Regardless, he's still pretty intimidating when you run into him in the hall and he starts to ask you what you're doing.

"I'm looking for Bakugou Katsuki -- uh, my little brother. My parents wanted me to pick him up early since we're leaving today to go on a trip." Nezu seriously makes you nervous.

“Bakugou Katsuki is in Hero Training as of right now. You’ll be able to find him in the gym!” He smiles at you, teeth surprisingly white for a rodent. “Make sure to alert his teacher before you leave,” Nezu continues, an unnerving glint in his abyss-like eyes. You decide not to ask why he knows Katsuki’s timetable by heart.

“Sure. Thanks, Principal Nezu,” you smile, offering him a handshake kindly.

“Anytime, Bakugou-san.”

As you step into the gym, the first thing you notice is the smell of sweat. That, and the temperature. Despite the amount of heat emanating from the fire quirks of a select few and the body heat of everyone in the gym, it’s — surprisingly — rather cool. UA's unflinching ability to invest copious amounts of money into air conditioning was impressive. Your eyes trail across the sweeping ceilings and expensive equipment, whistling lowly. I should come here more often.

1-A looks to be split into pairs — sparring, maybe? — each student difficult to view clearly under the thin blanket of steam and smoke that surrounds them. Katsuki, however, is easy to spot among them. His explosions light up the room, the sound of the loud booms only rivalled by his rage-fuelled yelling. You watch, amused. Glad he’s… letting that out.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt class (the idea of 20 different teenagers having their undivided attention on you was a terrifying thought), the teacher was nowhere in sight and you were running out of time. “Katsuki!” you call, waving at the angry red glare that lands on you. The boy, in response, rolls his eyes snidely and stays rooted on the spot.

You sigh. Little brothers are so goddamn annoying. “Let’s go, dude,” you urge, emphasising your words with a vague ‘hurry up’ gesture. He scowls, but obliges nonetheless, walking slowly over with his hands shoved into his pockets. Once he's in front of you, he stops.

“My teacher isn’t here. I can’t leave yet.”

“Isn’t it their job to, you know, teach? Where the fuck did they go?” You furrow your brows.

“Fuck if I know,” Katsuki responds, matching your curses with equal indifference. “He went with Deku to go and get something.”

“Izuku’s here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be, dumbass? He’s in my class.”

And that’s when you notice the rest of 1-A. 18 pairs of eyes stare at you in utter shock and confusion, burning with questions. Your body stills, awkward under their gazes.

“Is that… your brother?” a red-haired boy with sharp teeth asks, looking between you and Katsuki slowly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replies nonchalantly.

You take in the other boy's appearance: the insane amount of gel in his weirdly-styled hair, pointed teeth and the fact that he was sparring with Katsuki. Close friend, bad hair?

“You must be Shitty Hair.” you say, prompting half of the class to erupt into giggles. Vaguely, you recall his name is Kirishima, but Katsuki says it so rarely that you barely even associate it with him. ‘Shitty Hair’ blushes at the attention, nodding bashfully with an awkward smile. He rubs the nape of his neck, glancing once again between Katsuki and you.

“I can see how you’re related,” he laughs uncertainly.

“I can see who got the good genes,” a pink-haired girl with horns calls, “clearly not Bakugou.”

“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGA—”

The doors slam open. You first see Izuku, who pauses at the commotion, and behind him you see… your boyfriend? What the fuck?

“Keigo?”

“[Y/N]?”

“[Y/N]-nii?” Izuku adds.

“Nii?” someone whispers in confusion.

“Hey, Izuku,” you respond weakly.

Silence falls. You take a moment to appreciate Keigo in his hero costume before the dots connect and you turn to Katsuki accusingly.

“He’s your teacher!?”

“He’s your brother!?” Keigo counters.

You turn to your boyfriend. “I told you I have a brother. You know my last name. You’ve literally met my mother and she’s the carbon-copy of Katsuki. Keigo, what even?”

“Er, well, in hindsight, maybe you’re right— but... you’re so nice,” he says, disbelief evident in his wide eyes and confused brows. “And he’s so… not—”

“The fuck did you just say—!?”

“Young man, I will give you a detention if you swear at me again,” Keigo says sternly, schooling his face into something unnaturally serious and crossing his toned arms over his chest. You can see the humour dancing his eyes, prompting you to chuckle quietly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, Hawks-sensei,” he mutters, face contorted into a scowl. He angrily taps his shoe on the ground.

“Stop being a shit,” you chide, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulder roughly and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. The rest of 1-A watches on in absolute disbelief. (Except Izuku. He’s used to this.)

Katsuki groans exasperatedly, “You stop being a shit.”

“Hey!” Hawks gasps dramatically, “don’t call my boyfriend a shit!”

Silence.

You rub a hand over your temple in an attempt to ease your oncoming headache.

“YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!”

“Katsuki—”

The rest of 1-A is left in shock. (Including Izuku, this time). Some start yelling, some look like they’ve turned to stone, the usual. You’re too busy trying to hold back your feral little brother from attacking Keigo — you know he won’t actually, you’re just hoping Keigo knows that too.

“Wait, you’re gay?” A boy who you can recall as Kaminari splutters. Your face crinkles into confusion, nose scrunching like you’ve smelt a bad odour. You can see why Katsuki calls him Dunce Face.

“It runs in the family,” you say, with a pointed look to Katsuki.

His exhaustion must’ve caught up to him since he only offers a middle finger in response. Kaminari bursts into startled and slightly scared laughter.

A warm arm makes its way around your waist and it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for you to suppress a smile. You don’t even have to look at Keigo to know that he’s grinning.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but the urge to hug him right now is particularly strong; especially since he’s right there, but there’s also 20 kids right there which sucks and you have to go—

Right. You and Katsuki need to go. That was the point of this whole ordeal.

“Keigo,” you murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. The rest of the class has ignored the two of you in favour of chatting amongst themselves or questioning Katsuki. Keigo hums, meeting your eyes. He smiles, his golden irises pooling with affection and his arm squeezing gently around your waist, seemingly in a trance. You chuckle, “I need to go.”

He startles. “Right! Right,” he says, clearing his throat. You pretend not to notice the faint tinge of red high on his cheekbones.

“Okay, 1-A. I’m gonna go sort this out quickly,” Keigo says to the class, his voice raised slightly in order to drown out the talking. “So please continue sparring — without quirks — until I’m back. I won’t be long.”

The class answers an affirmative, and then the two of you (plus Katsuki) are out the door. You turn to face Keigo, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I thought I just needed to tell you Katsuki was leaving and then you’d sort it?”

“That’s true… but I missed you,” Keigo sighs wearily, acting like he hadn’t seen you in years. (You spent the night with him literally yesterday.)

“Stop before I tear my fucking eyes out,” Katsuki interrupts. Keigo lifts his head to glare unhappily at him.

“Piss off, Katsuki,” you grumble, placing a slightly longer kiss on Keigo’s lips. You pull away at the realisation that you’re probably late, which means you’ll probably have to face the wrath of Mitsuki Bakugo. “I should— we should go. I’ve stayed way longer than I needed to.”

“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, occupying himself with his phone. Teenagers.

Keigo groans dejectedly but lets you go nonetheless. He watches you walk away, waving. “Bye, honeybear!”

“Don’t call me that!”

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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helloooo, i have a request if its possible♡

since we got figure skater! Sirius..... Do you think we could get hockey player! James x figure skater! reader? Maybe they go to the same place but the place where they practice its kinda shitty so its literally kinda like an across the hallway situation where the hockey practice happens on one ice rink and when you leave you can walk thru the ice rink of the figure skaters that its on another section of the place IDK I'M NOT AN ARCHITECT SORRY

BUT THE POINT ITS, that one day James leaves practice later than usual and he's walking to get out but he heards his favorite song playing and he goes to see whats up because its his favorite song ever! and goes to the other ice rink and sees the reader practicing and inmediatly he has the biggest crush ever and its almost dreaming about a house and three kids with that cute girl

idk i think i explained myself like sht but hope you like the idea! cause i think it would be soo cute

Hi lovely, you explained yourself perfectly! Thanks for being so patient with me, I hope this is alright <3

hockey player!James x figure skater!reader ♡ 718 words

James’ entire body is pleasantly sore, and he’s very much looking forward to going home to a nice, hot shower.

“Do you and Moony want to go get breakfast tomorrow morning?” he asks Sirius as they leave the locker room. The two of them had taken longer than usual changing out of their gear, Sirius filling him in on the absolute hell week Remus had at his new job. To hear Sirius talk about it, all the other professors are simply jealous of Remus. James is sure that’s partly true, but he’d bet they need less reason than that. Somehow, James had thought leaving school would mean emerging into a more mature world, but adults seem just as petty as teenagers. Maybe pancakes and a good, uplifting chat would do something to take the sting out of Remus’ first week and help prepare him for the next.

Sirius cuts James a sideways look, gray eyes narrowed. “Breakfast at what time?”

“I was thinking six, six thirty.” Sirius scoffs, and James grins. “Only joking. How’s eleven?”

“Still too early,” Sirius grumbles, “but we’ll go.”

James bobs his head, pleased to have a course of action for helping his friend. “Ask Moons where he feels like going, and just…” He hears a faint, familiar melody. “...just let me know.”

“Sounds good.” Sirius pushes open the door, but James has stopped. He’s looking back towards the rink, intrigued. “Coming?”

James waves him off. “In a bit. See you tomorrow.”

Sirius makes an amused sound, not unused to James’ diversions, and goes.

James follows the sound of his favorite song, unabashed about bopping his head to the beat as he approaches the rink. He knows figure skaters sometimes use the rink after his hockey practice has wrapped up, and he absolutely has to see who’s choreographed a routine to this. He comes to a stop near the edge of the bleachers, and watches through the tempered glass as one lone skater launches into a turn.

This wouldn’t be the track James would have thought of for a figure skating routine, but frankly, you’re doing it justice. Your movements are springy and nimble as you glance across the ice, one complicated-looking move to the next to the next. It seems like both skates are never touching the ground for more than half a second. There’s a lot to be said, probably, about your skill, your technique, but James is a philistine. All he can think about is how pretty you look.

You’re gorgeous. Stunning. Graceful in your movements and seraphim in your countenance. A wisp of hair has freed itself from the confines of the rest and whips about your face, but you don’t seem to notice it, your gaze steady and lips just slightly pursed in concentration.

James would never tell his friends because they’d mock him to hell and back, but he does believe in love at first sight. Only under particular circumstances, though. The sight has to be good enough—meaning, he has to see some aspect of who that person is behind a pretty face. You certainly do have a pretty face, and you’re dancing to his favorite song, and James doesn’t understand how he could ever be expected to not be totally enamored with you after this one spectacular look. He worries that if you glance over, you’ll see him with giant cartoon hearts boinging out of his eyes on springs.

The song ends, and you spin to a stop. James’ breathing stops, too, as your gaze lands on a point not ten feet to his right. He wonders if he’s being creepy. It’s not like this is a private rink, and James wouldn’t be weirded out if he spotted someone watching him running drills or something (actually, if it were you he’d be over the moon about it), but he’s been told not everyone feels like he does about that stuff. And though he hardly thinks of himself as intimidating, James is also a big guy. He wants to woo you, not spook you.

You skate to the edge of the rink to restart your music, and James slips out. He hears it blaring softly behind him, and he probably looks like a total idiot when he grins and dances out the front door. An idiot in love.

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chocsra · 9 months

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"Gentleman, you say?"

15! Chuuya x reader

Reader is implied to be fem!, could still be gn!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Contents: your mafioso roomate being annoying, fifteen era, mafia! reader, pre-relationship, idiots in love, teen romance, fluff, ooc? chuuya (idk)

Sorry for grammar! Not proofread!

Working in the Port Mafia wasn't so hard.

You were granted a new family, money and status. There were a select few members who were noteably young, as young as teenagers. This was mainly because of the gifted, limiting manpower into making criminal organizations choose children as their subordinates.

You didn't really mind it--being a kid in the mafia. It had it's ups and downs, yes, you did murder; but what would you have been really doing if you tried to live as a civilian as a gifted?

One thing you didn't like though--even hated, was the Port Mafia dormitory.

Constant parties, the overwhelming scent of alcohol and cigarettes in hallways, and don't start on the drama. Your only source of peace was the empty unit next to yours--at least that gave some sort of silence in the dreadful nights of Yokohama. Cramped in the tight apartment that secretly held mafioso teenagers, ones which the other residents thought of as school delinquents.

Until that asshole took it; the short ginger boy with a permanent scowl on his face, the boy who had the best style you had ever seen. And you hated it. Ever since you were fifteen, he and his smelly bandaged friend would storm into his apartment; have the loudest arguments--no, fights in the middle of the night.

Before, if you couldn't sleep, a nice cup of hot milk and basking in the night's breeze would do the trick. Now, there was a 50/50 chance he was there smoking on the balcony next to you, alone or with that annoying mummy boy.

It's been a few months since then, and you were sure that he hasn't even recognized you once as his neighbour; and it pissed you off, considering the amount of sleepless nights he caused you. It was safe to say you had one-sided-beef with the boy who used screaming as his fight or flight response.

And because finding someone absolutely insufferable meant asking numerous people about them, you asked a few of your subordinates who were into drama about said boy, eager to learn more information about him. Because he pissed you off, is why.

"Oh, you mean Chuuya? He like, used to be the King of the Sheep before he joined the mafia, I'm pretty sure." Your friend chided, you and a few other girls were standing in front the doorframe of Kouyou's office, all surrounded in a circle. "Really? That's wild." You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest. "Yeah, and the guy who recruited him is that emo guy; he's supposed to be Bosses successor, right?" She asks, twirling a strand of her hair. "His name is Dazai, and yeah. They're called 'Double Black' or something." Your other friend joined in.

Just as you were talking, a tall woman with ginger hair and pale skin stepped out of her office; her elegent hands clasped together under her pink kimono.

"What are you girls talking about?" The woman questioned, her hair tightly held up by long gold pins. "[Y/N] was just asking about Chuuya, sis." Your friend replied, you scoffed in response. "I was just asking because he's an annoying neighbour!" The other girls laughed. "Oh, Chuuya, I was recently requested to take him under my wing." Kouyou responded, revealing more information. "Actually? What do you think of him?" One of the quieter girls asked enthusiastically, the woman only chuckled in response.

"He's quite the gentleman, I'll say."

Kouyou's words only echoed in your ears as you lay in bed, a pillow ontop of your chest. "Gentleman.." You repeat, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. "Gentleman my ass!" You kick the wall next to your bed to no avail, tightly wrapping your arms around the pillow. "If he was, he would've seen how tired my eyes are from not sleeping.. and finally shut the fuck up.." You mutter with heavy eyelids. It was around 2 am. And it was one of those quiet nights, thankfully; but you still had trouble falling asleep.

As you were about to finally drift off to sleep, cradling your pillow in your arms; a loud strum of a guitar sprung you awake. It sounded like a electric guitar, and the person playing it had a shit ton of energy. A sultry voice sang melodically as loud waves of music crashed from his guitar. You had an idea of who it was.

Storming out of your cramped apartment, only in a thin t-shirt along with loose shorts, you scrammed over to Chuuya's apartment door angerly. "I swear to God.." You curse under your breath, the damn guitar still audible. Closing your fist, you firmly knock on the boy's door.

Knock, knock

The fast-paced strum of a rock song quickly stopped, light footsteps could be heard behind the steel shaft, before he finally unlocks it.

"Yeah?" The boy cracks the door open, he had his short ginger hair down; and he wasn't wearing the black fedora and choker like he usually did. A red and white electric base guitar slung lightly over his shoulder and stomach, the cord connected to the bottom, leading to what you assumed was his bedroom. Chuuya was wearing loose black sweatpants along with an oversized white t-shirt. Even though the boy was small and lean, you couldn't help but notice the exposed muscles on his forearms. 'Shit.' You cursed at yourself, before meeting his stormy blue eyes once more.

"You're so damn loud all the time, can't you play that at another time of day?" You huffed, crossing your arms. "There are people trying to sleep." It wasn't the safest option to yell at a criminal who had possible connections you had no idea of, but you were also a criminal, and would definitely kick his ass if he tried anything, right?

Chuuya looked at you with a slight frown, but you were right in the end, so he sighed and ran his lithe fingers through his ginger locks. "My bad." He mutters, feeling a bit embarrassed. "That's all you can say?" You murmur, you felt a little bad, but he was the waking cause of your terrible eyebags. "You could be a little more quiet next time." You add on, looking off to the side.

"Yeah, I know. My fault." The redhead said, apologizing begrudgingly. You only sighed and assured it's okay now before you soon left. Knowingly storming off into your apartment as the boy watched you with guilt yet irritation on his face.

Although the next morning, you rubbed your eyes and opened the door to take out the trash. Only noticing a small box infront of your doorstep with a yellow sticky note on it, you crouched down to properly read it.

'Sorry we had to meet that way, neigbour. Take this as a peace offering.

- Chuuya N.'

As you opened the box curiously, it was homemade packaged bento, along with a small corgi made out of rice on the side. The stupidity of it made you laugh a little. Even though his handwriting made you question if he knew how to write at all before this; a smile still crept on your face as you took the box and note inside.

"Quite the gentleman, huh?"

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sunniskyies · 17 days

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Here !! 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: More than a year after your unexplained disappearance, Percy finds you again on a rainy Christmas night. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: book!Percy Jackson x Calliope!fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of grief? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Fluff, Reunion trope, kind of established relationship 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k 𝐀/𝐍: IT’S BEEN OVER THREE MONTHS SINCE I GOT THIS REQUEST I'M SORRY— SCHOOL. I’ve ended up changing this rec quite a bit, but I hope those reading still enjoy it <3

It’s not that Percy didn’t like the rain, it’s just there was so much of it. Fat droplets hung from his skin and hair, Manhattan lighting him up like a disco ball. His jacket and shirt were saturated, and his fingers were so frigid they struggled to remain clutched around his skateboard and the brown paper bag. Percy Jackson, Son of the Sea God, thwarted by winter weather.

He should have been back at home half an hour ago, well before the Christmas rain had come. But his route home from the skate shop passed by a bakery, and the smell of fresh madeleines had stopped him in his tracks. A ripple of emotion sank through his body at the familiar scent, one he hadn’t smelt in well over a year. His neighbourhood didn’t have any proper pâtisseries, so he’d never had to smell the baked good, as they were never made. This batch must be some kind of Christmas special.

He slowly turned to look in the window, the warm light cutting through the twilight and sinking into his tan skin. He took a deep breath and pushed inside to the toasty interior.

The bakery was contentedly full; a mother grinning as her two young children excitedly pointed at items in the cabinet, a businessman buying holiday treats for his family, two teenage girls hip-to-hip sipping hot cocoas and kissing chocolate mustaches off eachother. Percy’s green gaze drifted behind the counter where a young baker held a tray of sugar-encrusted madeleines.

The picture of a girl his age slipped uninvited into his mind, as the memories always did. She was curled up in a nest of duvet and quilt, nibbling a madeleine with a book propped up on her knees. Percy’s nose was buried in the hair around her neck, reading lazily over her shoulder with sleep-heavy eyes.

“They’re the best! They’re hand-sized and not messy, so you can eat them while reading!” The sweet-toothed girl had told him once. Ever since then, Percy had made the effort to ask for the little cakes from the camp kitchen and sneak the contraband back to her. He was rewarded with kisses that tasted like brown sugar and lemon, and gooey eyes that left the pages for a moment.

The haze of remembrance cleared, and Percy Jackson was standing in a hole-in-the-wall Manhattan bakery once more. The room was oven-warmed, but he now was cold from the inside out, a hunger that couldn’t be satiated even if he ate every baked treat in the shop.

The mother and her sons passed by him, their laughs disappearing back into the evening, the open door cooling the space a fraction. Percy took another steadying breath and approached the counter.

“Four madeleines, please.” For old-time’s sake.

The detour had cost him his dry clothes. The rain had started coming down pretty much as soon as he left the bakery, and here he was, soaked and clutching a brown paper bag of sponge cakes he wasn’t even sure he would be able to choke down.

He held the parcel beneath his damp jacket, not wanting to lose the precious smell. Most shops in this neighbourhood had shut for Christmas, so he was surprised when he turned a corner to find the dark street bearing a pool of warm light.

The light belonged to an old, second-hand bookstore. He’d never seen it here before. Similarly to the bakery, its glow was enticing. Percy’s jaw clenched, and he looked up to the sky, thinking. The raindrops seemed fatter still. He was almost home, but this weather was miserable. Surely he could step inside for a moment, dry off and then walk the rest of the way? Something about the shop was drawing him in inexplicably.

He really hoped this shop wasn’t a trap, and that he’d just simply never noticed it before. He didn’t feel like fending of monsters tonight, but his fingers still danced over his pocket where Riptide was nestled as he jogged up the door and walked through the door with a cheery ‘ting’ of the bell.

It smelled like old paper and that scent you find when you press your face into a woollen garment and inhale. Like home and libraries and textbooks. The air was chilly, only a rattling little heater sat in the corner trying to warm the space. A space that seemed… bigger on the inside than it had from the street. Percy drifted over to one of the towering shelves, lined with old tomes. His dark eyebrows furrowed as he ran a calloused finger along a bevelled spine. It read:

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡; 𝐀 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Except the title was written in Ancient Greek.

Percy could read it fine, the question was what was it doing here? As he looked at the rest of the shelf, he realised every single one was written in Greek. They had classics like Homer, but also creative pieces and essays and thesis’ and novels. It was identical to a normal indie bookstore, just in Ancient Greek.

Percy was so absorbed in examining the spines that he didn’t notice someone coming up beside him.

“How can I help you?” A girl's voice spoke. “Oo! Are those madeleines? I adore madeleines!” Percy jumped and whipped around to see a young girl with a sparkly smile and warm, sugary eyes. When their eyes met, however, both faces slackened. Who recognised who first one couldn’t say, but both felt that familiar ache erupt alongside a chariot-full of unidentifiable feelings.

Her hair was different, and she wasn’t wearing that too-big orange shirt, but he’d recognise that girl anywhere. In a heartbeat. For the rest of time. Undoubtably, wholly, you.

You.

A squeak slipped from your lips, your e/c eyes as wide as the moon. Distantly, Percy heard the thud as the skateboard and paper bag slipped from his hand, but all he could comprehend was the sight of you standing in front of him. For the first time in his life, it felt like his ADHD brain shut off, everything around him dimming into a blurry vignette, your face in stark clarity. You were saying something, he knew that. Your lips were moving fast, eyes flickering. An explanation, maybe. An apology for running away without a word. But Percy couldn’t care less at that moment, only thinking about how you’re alive, you’re alive, you're alive.

He could feel his feet taking him closer to you, and yours carrying you backwards.

“Please, Percy! Say something!” He heard you plead, your fingers twisted together painfully. “I’m sorry I did it, but you understand right? You have to un—”

Rain-cooled fingers slipped amongst your hair, flushed lips crashing into yours. One arm cradled the small of your back, battle-strong and intent on holding you close to him.

Explanations can wait. Apologies can wait, the arguments can wait. All that mattered was that the ache was over, Percy thought giddily. That grief that had stained every inch of him was washed off with one glance of you.

Even without the madeleines, you still taste sweet. Like citrus and sugar. Your skin smelt like parchment and enchanted Greek ink, a scent lingering from hours pouring over a typewriter. His face pressed so close into yours, he could almost smell every word you had written.

What were you thinking? Is this okay? His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure you could feel it, but your arms were around his neck and your breath was pooling together, damp clothes pressed against dry. Twin flames flickering together.

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lamentofabramo · 3 days

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Can I get an NSFW alphabet for Tobias Rogers (ticci toby) 🫶

I've been doing a bigger piece, so I might as well do something smaller like this since it's been a good while since I've posted now. (oops)

I'm basing this less on the fandom vers of him, hopefully.

Didn't proofread this much. (edit: I feel bad that I didn't acknowledge the heart, so <3 of course you can doll)

MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Toby obviously is one of the more caring of the creepypasta's, of course that's a low bar, but he is considerably more human than some of them. He's still gruff and fairly untalkative after the deed, yet he'd offer some water before leaving if you were just a one-off/ casual fuck.

If you were his partner however, I'd imagine he'd be more caring, still untalkative and unaffectionate, but maybe he'd hold you or hold your hand in this. Of course, he'd blame this on being unable to properly feel what he's holding, but the slow decrease in his twitches as he holds you speaks a lot more than he ever will. He's not comfortable, but he feels slightly less stress in your presence, at least until he has to leave, his mind penetrated by the voice of the foreboding presence of the ever-taller man.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His own favourite body part would probably be his arms, he was a scrawny kid for most of his life, but you sure would start gaining muscle if you swung your axe at people who you considered worthy of it. There's probably also some scars across his arms that remind him of his life before. Of course, he'd hate that idea, but he still has some attachment to his sister, his mother, no matter how hard he may try to push it out of his head.

For his favourite part of his partners, I feel like it'd most likely be your waist. It's something for him to grab, to hold onto to remember you're real, that you're still alive against his better judgement.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) If you asked for it in a specific place, sure he'd do it if he was in a good mood. On your chest, ass, inside even. He'd risk it, he had nothing to truly lose anyway. But his favourite place would most likely be on your stomach, just the wet streaks across your stomach would do things for him. He's not sure why either, he wouldn't register that he does that almost every time unless you pointed it out to him.

If you did, he'd probably consider why for a second, his eyes widening in realization before shrugging. "Any better ideas?" he'd mumble, absently listening as he stroked himself. Toby would listen if you told him anywhere else, but… his eyes focused on that smooth surface.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He secretly wants to push the boundaries of his condition. He wants your hands around his neck, trying to choke him until it hurt. It was strange really, he had a high pain tolerance, yet he craved this pain. Maybe it was because he wanted to be normal, maybe not. He didn't want to think too hard on it, like many other things he just shrugged at the idea and continued with his life.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Toby was definitely not an experienced guy, even before the accident where he finally became 'free' (If you could say being slenderman's lackey was free) the most he'd done was hold hands with a girl in primary school.

He wouldn't be insecure with it however, he never viewed himself as a sexual being, the most he'd ever fucked was his fist on particularly rough nights. Sure, he'd had crushes on women, but when you become a serial killer you go one of two ways. A sex maniac or a complete recluse. Unfortunately, Toby became the latter.

However, since he had a less than regular childhood, he was never able to go through the same sexual awakenings as many of his peers. Instead, that most likely came later, so when he met you he was awkward, like a teenage boy. Most of his language is through grumbles and grunts anyway.

When he realized you were stuck in his head it all changed though, his sex drive increased massively. His poor hand.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying) Cowgirl probably rocks his world, he loves that intense eye contact that comes with it. The way he looks up at you through his fringe, his mouth slightly open as he pants and grunts, is a reward in itself. However, he would get impatient, his hips thrusting up to meet yours or his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down further on his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) If something was funny to him, then he'd smirk, like if you hid your body from him even though he was about to be deep inside of you.

When he gets further into the activity, he'd let out breathless laughs, sometimes blaming that on his tics. He couldn't help it, though, he loved the way you responded to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Toby probably doesn't care much about how groomed he is, sometimes he'll shave, but other than that he's got whatever going on.

He has a small happy-trail up to his belly button though, it shows when he raises his axe too high. It's a dark brown colour, just like his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) He's probably not particularly intimate, maybe some words here or there if he feels like it, but don't overestimate him too much. He probably came inside you before he kissed you.

His cheeks pinken slightly whenever you suggest kissing, but he quickly slouches and looks away with an almost childish pout to pretend as though he doesn't care.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Like I said in the earlier one, sure he jacked off every now and again, but it was more so a way to pass the time, to get some serotonin in his ever-pleasant life. But when he gets fixated on something, or rather in your case, someone, his sex drive spikes. He wants you in his hands, in his vice, it frustrates him, so he takes this frustration out on himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He's probably degrading, mixed with praise. He's basically up for anything. He's killed someone, I'm sure a weird kink won't kill him.

However, if he does think your kinks are unusual he will take the piss out of you for it, teasing, but he still takes part in it. Its fun.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do) Wherever you want, he's not arsed, really. Against a tree sounds the most fun.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) As cheesy as this sounds, you. Maybe some aggression on your side would get him going too, that mouth of yours was lethal sometimes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Like I said before, he's practically up for anything. He might not be physically aggressive for you too much, though, it'd remind him of his past.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He's a munch, if he's in the mood enough, he could probably cum from giving you head. He'd deny that though, God that'd be embarrassing.

Not only that, but he'd receive too, no doubt, Toby would find it fun to just gently tug your head up and down on his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Toby would probably be slow but deep if he's teasing you. But if he's just fucking you, then it'd be fast, his hands pulling you down on his cock with faster speed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Hell yeah brother. Just give him the words, he might tease you for it, but he'd never say no (unless he's in a more depressive mood).

He'd love to fuck you in the back of his car too, or masky's car. Just for the hell of it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) He's a risky guy, but surprisingly, he wouldn't do anything that could get him potentially caught by the law. He's on the run for a reason, he's not willing to risk his freedom for a good fuck (sometimes).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) He'd probably like to overstimulate slightly, 2/3 rounds before he's clocked out and completely dry. He'd last an average enough time, 20 minutes normally.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Seeing your body twitch with something that isn't him would make him jealous. However, a little vibrator never hurt anyone. He'd tease you if you had any dildos or anything, though, asking pettily if he "wasn't enough" or that you were "stretching yourself out" for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Big tease, but he always fulfils your wants. It may take a while, though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) The only noise he really makes is grunting and whispers on how dirty you are. He's loud enough that you can hear him, but not loud enough for it to be a full-blown moan.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He does want to see how you'd look crying for him all bloodied up, most likely someone else's blood, but he's not picky. Maybe fucking you on top of a recently deceased.

But he'd never admit that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) An average to slightly bigger man, About 6.4 inches. Probably measured it one time when he was bored, and he hung onto the .4 for his ego.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Not too high unless you exist, then…as much as he can get his hands on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He doesn't sleep much after it, doesn't feel comfortable sleeping in front of others, even someone like you. His nightmares don't help.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #tobias erin rogers #tobias rogers #smut alphabet #x reader #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers

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peachsayshi · 3 months

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If you feel up to it could you pretty please do 68. Character A kissing the Character B and then pulling away because Character B’s too shocked to respond, but then Character B’s pulling them back in and kissing them hard with Nanamin?

➳ minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

⥽ notes: hi anon! I hope you enjoy this little drabble. thank you for being so patient regarding your request! I know I take a long time to fulfill them >.< tension; nanami and reader are best friends & nanami has a big fat crush on her; unrequited (ish); shy nanamin; jealous nanami

"what do you think?" you chirp, twirling in front of the mirror.

nanami swallows the lump in his throat, his cheeks burning like the surface of the sun as he takes in the slope of your curves hidden underneath the sinful black dress you are wearing which clings to your body like a second skin.

he sighs quietly and immediately drops his gaze towards the ground as he presses his thumb nervously into the palm of his hand.

"you look..." he answers but quickly clears his throat to even out the shakiness in his voice. he taps his foot anxiously, fidgeting in place as he remains seated on the edge of the bed. "you look beautiful..."

he tries to catch your reaction from underneath his golden eyelashes, but you are busy nitpicking at the straps clinging over your shoulders, and readjusting the fabric so it doesn't bunch up in odd places.

"you sure it isn't too..." you inquire, mindlessly running your hands along the outline of your figure which only makes your best friend twitch in his pants. "revealing?"

the blonde scratches the back of his head, unsure what to do with his hands since he can't keep still. he stands up from his seat to approach you, maintaining a friendly distance but is now taking you in fully as he meets your reflection in the mirror.

"you look great," he admits with a hint of frustration, "and you looked great in the last three dresses that you wore as well..."

he reads every thought that crosses your mind through the adorable expressions you make. but is it good enough? he catches, when you purse your lips to contemplate the dress again.

it's good enough for me, he replies in his head. you're perfect to me.

"I don't get why you're trying so hard," he mumbles with a hint of indignation,

"because you know long how I've waited for this..."

his stomach churns at the thought.

you've had a crush on that white haired idiot since high school. it was bad enough that nanami had to spend most of his teenage years listening to you "oh" and "ah" over him, but your interactions with satoru gojo were always few and far between. he didn't think he would have to worry about anything ever happening but recently you have both been working on missions together, and over the last couple of weeks nanami started noticing a little spark between you both.

it scared him.

your best friend has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. all his previous relationships ended after they met you (a fact he consciously kept a secret), because all his partners used to point out his extremely obvious feelings to his face.

he's tried to confess his feelings for you multiple times over the years, but circumstances got in his way.

nanami and you have a history. a history of ups and downs, of weaving your lives into each other as easily as the air your breathe. he's sat through conversations like this with you before, held back his tongue as he watched you casually date one person after the other, and was the shoulder you cried on when you went through your first real heartbreak.

but he's never felt threatened by the others before - at least, not in this way.

you didn't harbor feelings for them the way you did satoru gojo.

you quirk your brow at nanami through the reflection, "I'm putting myself out there," you remark teasingly, "who knows, I might even get lucky!"

the thought of his superior's hands all over you, picturing that smug mouth capturing your own makes nanami wince in disgust.

"you know I can't fucking stand the guy, right?" he pouts, the front of his brows furrowing with disappointment. "I thought we agreed that we would only see people that the other would approve of. unless my opinion no longer carries any weight..."

you spin on your heel to face him and chuckle adorably in a way that makes his chest tighten, and forcing a blush to kiss the tips of his cheekbones

"kento, you know I care about what you think, but you've never approved of any of the men that I've been interested in..." you retort, while casually placing your hand on his shoulder and giving him a squeeze.

"of course I didn't approve - none of them were good enough for you," he insists seriously, the tone of his voice puzzling you.

"oh?" you question with intrigue, taking a small step closer into his frame. "and who is suppose to be good enough for me then?"

his heart rapidly beats, making his chest rise and fall as he holds your stare. "I..." he mumbles, the heat on his face unbearable now, "I don't know...but it sure as hell wasn't them...and it especially isn't gojo..."

"lighten up," you reply, dropping your hand from his shoulder to playfully poke his rib. "you're getting all worked up for no reason..."

"you've had a thing for this guy for eight years..."

"and?"

"so," he panics, "it's a big fucking deal to me."

your eyes widen in surprise. "but...why, it's...it's just a date-"

he shakes his head, tilting his chin down as he runs his fingers through the strands of his blonde locks.

"ken," you whisper under your breath, your face falling into concern. "what's going on? why are you so upset?"

when he doesn't reply you seal the gap of space, bringing both your hands to the fabric of his soft grey tee and squeezing the material.

"c'mon, talk to me," you nudge, "you know you can tell me anything."

he shakes his head again, bringing one hand to circle around your wrist as he seeks out comfort by tracing his finger on the back of your palm.

"I can't," he confesses, the depth of his voice sending a tremor down your spine.

"okay, now you're actually worrying me," you profess, tucking two fingers underneath his chin to tilt his face towards you.

nanami closes his eyes, "I don't..." he murmurs, "I don't want to ruin anything..."

"ruin?" you puff out in shock, even smiling uncomfortably at his odd statement. "ruin what exactly-"

he leans in then, submitting to his will to find your lips. he presses his mouth firmly but gently against your own, his hands searching for your waist as you melt into his touch. his heart sings when he tastes how sweet you truly are, sliding his tongue greedily along your own when he feels you part your lips. the kiss is so soft, it makes him spiral into a lustful haze but he pulls away hastily once he realizes that he's succumbed to his impulses.

nanami loosens his grip.

"shit," he hoarsley groans, "I'm...I'm so sorry..."

he glances back up to your shocked response, your body frozen in place.

"It's just...it's just that I saw how you pined for him," he mumbles, fighting with his mind to unravel his jumbled thoughts. "I saw how you pined for him, while....I was pining for you. "

the silence lingers uncomfortably.

"this...this isn't easy for me. telling you this...is hard because we are so close..." nanami exhales to steady his breath, "I don't want to screw us up," he acknowledges. "you mean so much to me, but...but I'm worried that loving you the way that I do is going to fuck things up between us, and I don't want to ruin what we have..."

your fingers lightly pull at his shirt - an indication that you are hanging on to every last vulnerable word.

"I love you. I always have, and I'm asking you, just this once, to please...reconsider..."

you simply blink, contemplating his words thoughtfully but to nanami's dismay you remain tight lipped.

"I know this seems out of the blue. I don't expect you to reciprocate and I don't want you to assume that I consider myself the right guy for you either. You deserve to be with someone who dotes on you, who returns your love tenfold..." the corner of his mouth pulls into a sad grin, as if he's accepted defeat. "I know he's the guy you always wanted, but...I'm just asking for one chance..."

he tries to inch away to give you some room, but you maintain your hold on his shirt as you tug him back in.

"I think," you dreamily sigh, "I think I need a little more convincing..."

you kiss him hard, with a feverish desire that you didn't even know existed until it was ignited by his own lips. nanami accepts the kiss eagerly, his arms locking around your waist, while your own circle his neck. you hold each other in a tight embrace, refusing to let the other go.

nanami stumbles back when you step forward, until the back of his calves hit the the frame of your bed and he finds himself collapsing onto the plush mattress. your body sinks on top of his, your legs straddling over his strong muscles as you continue to draw out the long, heated kiss. years of desperation manifesting through nibbles and gasps, with you both swallowing the sounds of your mutual desire.

when you finally pause to catch your breath, your bodies are intimately intertwined, your lips lingering over the other as your eyes finally meet.

so familiar.

so safe.

so very warm.

(requests are closed)

#nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #peach queues.🧡

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 days

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AITA for pretending to be sick in order to skip school even though I'm making my parents worried?

(I'm submitting this on a Monday. fuck Mondays btw.)

I (15M) am the only child of both of my parents (42F, 44M) and even though I love them and they love me, I feel like they don't really get me. since I was like 12 or so I started getting bullied by my classmates bc, essentially, I have "childish" interests (I like Adventure Time and video-games. my classmates need to realize we're technically still kids, but nooo they're not teenagers they're "Young Adults" and "Too Cool" to like anything remotely childish) and whenever I've tried to tell my parents that I'm experiencing bullying, they somehow end up thinking that I just don't want to go to school bc I'm lazy. I know being a parent is probably not easy but. what the fuck.

from my own experience I've noticed male and female bullies use different methods - guys hit me and use brute force against me while girls say hurtful things to me. one of the guys who bullies me, let's call him DH which stands for Dickhead (15M), is also extremely popular for some reason. he's very tall, very strong and he always uses that against me (I'm almost as tall as DH but I'm just lanky). he bullies anyone who is "beneath him" lol everybody bow down to the king of the fucking world.

today DH was making a scene at recess bc his girlfriend (15F) was wearing a skirt that was too short according to him. he was so mad at her that people were starting to form a circle around them. since DH is so popular people really respect his gf but they clearly respect him more bc today no one tried to help her. I don't respect DH, because he's a dickhead, so I stepped in and said something like "c'mon man what the hell, there's no need to humiliate your girlfriend like this, leave her alone". DH was pissed. he heatedly said that just because no girl will ever want to date me, that doesn't give me the right to tell other guys how to handle their relationships and their girlfriends. he got rlly mad and clearly he wanted to hit me so I ran like hell and proceeded to hide from him for the rest of recess. I felt like a little bitch tbh. DH always makes me feel like a little bitch.

before classes started again his gf found me and talked to me for like 5 minutes. she said I don't know DH like she does and that he's actually a really good boyfriend (HA, sure) and that I would be more liked and popular if I wanted to be, but it's "not normal" that I watch Adventure Time at 15. she also told me that DH intends to beat the shit out of me tomorrow. he said he'll "kill me" and ngl he has the physical strength to do so. this made me shit my fucking pants so today as soon as I got home I decided to pretend I was sick since I can be pretty good at acting. I told my parents I had a headache, I started fake-coughing, I said I felt really tired. I even managed to look pale on purpose by thinking of how fucking scared I was of DH and what he might do to me, and I raised the temperature of the thermometer by rubbing it against the fabric of my sweatshirt.

apparently I was so convincing that my parents agreed to let me skip class tomorrow and they even said I can skip it for the rest of the week if I don't improve (tbh I think I won't "improve" if you know what I mean) and I could see they were worried. this is the reason why I feel like an asshole. at the end of the day I'm making my parents worried, I'm lying about my health and I feel kinda guilty. but I'm too scared, and if I tell them the truth they'll just tell me to "man up" or they'll think once again that I'm just too lazy to want to attend school.

anyway. Adventure Time rocks 🤘🏻

#aita #am i the asshole

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c00kietin · 1 month

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It's the 17th of March, so y'know what that means-

Happy Saint Patrick's Day to you all! I know the majority of you probably don't celebrate, which is fair, BUT I decided I wanted to talk a little more about the country I was born and raised in- the Emerald Isles of Ireland!! :D

If you're just here for the art, well here ya go! However, if you want to learn more in a VERY long post:

Just to start off, here's the Irish flag and the Ivory Coast flag! Wanted to add this because they can get easily mixed up (I got them muddled up a LOT when I was younger-)

Since it is Saint Patrick's Day, I should probably elaborate what that's about- what I've been taught in school is that Saint Patrick preached the Gospel to the Irish, one method including the shamrock to represent the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Of course, and the whole "he drove the snakes out of Ireland" but don't worry. There are still snakes in Ireland. And I'm pretty sure "snakes" is a metaphor anyway. And, turns out, he wasn't even originally from Ireland- he was British! Oh yeah, and he was kidnapped by pirates to become a slave when he was a teenager for 6 year s -

Here are some stereotypes or the first things that pop into your mind when you think of "Ireland"- leprechauns, short gingers, "Top of the mornin' to ya" and our love for spuds and beer. And, to tell you some stuff about them too!

Leprechauns originally wore red! They pop up in fairy tales quite often too.

Ireland is second when it comes to having the highest percentage of gingers with 10%, with Scotland having 13%. As for being short, I reassure you, there are plenty of tall and/or lanky people around. (A lot of my teachers are like this-)

I've heard no one say this as a greeting. The only Irish person I can think of who does is Jacksepticeye. You might be more likely to hear "How's it going?" or "What's the crack?"

As for loving beer, we are one of the highest consumers for it, but there are many other higher consumers! Also, I don't know if this is a thing in America or not, but we tend to call them pubs. Bars are a bit more...fancy? I don't know how to describe the difference.

And for loving potatoes? Okay. This is probably true lol. Almost everyone I know likes potatoes (with some exceptions). And, of course, who can forget the Great Famine when blight destroyed the potato crop and killed around a million people- spuds were a huge source of food back then.

And now, for language! Here are some I'm used to hearing quite regularly (and use often, too!)

Another two that I want to add are more Cork exclusive, but saying "boy/girl" at the end of sentences and using "like" a lot is quite common (especially the like one- I say "like" all the time ;v;).

And now, Irish itself! Now, I'm not going to tell you anything major (I'm not a teacher) but I will try my best to explain a little!

Irish is not the main language of Ireland but in some particular areas (shown in the right image) there are regions called Gaeltacht districts which predominantly speak Irish. Their Irish would be a lot better than my school-knowledge based Irish :'D Another thing to add is that different provinces (the provinces shown in the middle image) have different versions, or pronunciations of some words. Being from the province of Munster, I've been taught the "Munster" pronunciations and words.

So..."Tá mé éan sásta" would mean "I am a happy bird" :D

I apologise for how messy my writing looks-

OKAY. ONE MORE THING I WANTED TO COVER IN THE IRISH LANGUAGE IS THE NAMES, because I've seen plenty of people online and in real life joking lightheartedly how hard Irish names are pronounced. So here are some Irish names!!

Saoirse - this one is brought up quite a bit- It can either be pronounced as "seer-sha" or "sair-sha"!

Róisín - "roh-sheen" !

Eoin - even I had a hard time pronouncing this when I was younger- it's pronounced as "owe-in" like "owing" but without the g!

Fódhla - I remember this appeared in the newspaper once and a family member was baffled by it- it's said as "foh-la" :]

Another I want to mention is Eilish- you probably know it thanks to Billie Eilish, which is pronounced as "eye-lish"- but it can also be pronounced as "eye-leesh"!

Last one, Sinéad- you may have seen this one once or twice as is pronounced "shin-aid" :D

And now, some more quick stuff!!

Musicians from Ireland!!

On the left you have Hozier (love his music!! :D) and the right is the Cranberries!!

Some other Irish artists you may be familiar with are U2, Thin Lizzy, Westlife and Sinéad O' Connor!

Some popular Irish snacks!!

crisps/chips!! (I love em both dearly)

of course, how can I not bring up Irish bread: soda bread and blaas :D

Hot chicken rolls!! (seriously how are these not more popular elsewhere-) and spice bags!! (chips with spices, peppers. maybe chicken)

Animal wise, we haven't got anything too crazy, but we do have one of the largest breeds of dog, the Irish greyhound and the now extinct largest deer, the elk.

I think I'm beginning to run low on space, so I'll end it there!! If you're also Irish, free to add on facts/words!!

I don't usually say this but I would kinda appreciate reblogs since I felt like I put a bit more effort into this ;v;

So uh, yeah- Happy Saint Patrick's Day!! :D

#my art #my ocs #oc art #saint patrick's day #ireland #long post #talking

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hawkinsbnbg · 7 months

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‪Steve was such an embodiment of a golden retriever that Eddie could hardly hate him even when his Munson Doctrine said otherwise.‬

‪Once Eddie got to know him better, he knew he was done for.‬

‪The guy wasn't only a pretty face and fine muscles, he was also kind and a goddamn sweetheart.‬

‪And Eddie? He was a sucker for Steve Harrington. ‬

‪Had been since high school and never thought he could fall any deeper until Dustin literally force introduced him to Steve who took one look at him and invited him to his house.‬

‪As if they were good friends and not two strangers who had just talked to each other for the first time.‬

‪"We actually talked once before all of this," said Steve absentmindedly as they were chilling out on the lounge chairs by the pool.

‪Sometimes, the night breeze would sail past them and Eddie would be able to smell Steve's citrus cologne mix with the chlorine that came from the pool. ‬

‪Also, he'd never admit that the sight of Steve in that white snug T and those stupid tiny green shorts made him a little bit dizzy.‬

‪"When?" Eddie was bewildered. Because if he had interacted with Steve, then he sure as hell he'd remember it for the rest of his life.‬

‪"On my first year," Steve gave him a meaningful look. "You seemed to hate me a lot the moment we met so I didn't try to approach you anymore."

‪Eddie remembered it now. That day, Steve had come to buy from him but since he didn't sell to underages, he decided to scare the younger boy away and then forgot all about it once he returned to his trailer.

‪Turned out, his tactic worked a little bit too well and now, Eddie finally understood why Steve never came to him and it was always Tommy or Carol's brother instead.‬

‪"Thanks for that anyway," said Steve quietly.‬

‪"For what?" Eddie frowned slightly in confusion.‬

‪"For denying me the weeds," Steve gave him a warm smile. "I had been goaded to buy them from you but now thinking back, I'm glad that I didn't get them. Because I knew the moment I went back with a bag of weeds, those people would encourage me to buy drugs next. It'd go on until they got me addicted and my life would be much more different if I was sent into rehab by my father."‬

‪Though Eddie knew this was what he hoped his little conscience would do to those teenagers, he still didn't expect Steve Harrington of all people to thank him for it.‬

‪And he didn't expect his heart to leap into Steve's hand without his consent, either.‬

‪"It's nothing," Eddie cleared his throat slightly and picked up his beer bottle so he'd have something to do instead of flailing his hands around like an idiot. "It's just one of my rules that I don't sell to underages."‬

‪"And thanks to you, many guys like me can have a better life," Steve raised his beer into the air. "Cheers for Eddie Munson."‬

‪Eddie though blushed at the lovely smile Steve sent him, still held up his bottle and clinked it with Steve's.‬

‪After that night, they started hanging out together more often. Sometimes, it'd be at Steve's place, and some other times, it'd be in Eddie's bedroom at the Munson trailer.

‪Steve even chatted with Wayne about basketball, on which Eddie would never in his wildest dream expect to walk in when he returned from a gig one late night.‬

‪Gradually, it became their thing to spend time together whenever they could.‬

‪Yet, Eddie didn't dare to consider them as anything but friends.‬

‪Sure, they hung out all the time in each other's bedroom, they shared forehead kisses and cuddles, they brushed each other's hair, and they even lived in each other's wardrobe.‬

‪But, clearly, Steve was as straight as a ruler and Eddie wouldn't ruin their friendship just because of his stupid feelings.‬

‪So Eddie did what he thought was the best. He tried to move on.‬

‪But he had failed the moment a random girl walked up to Steve and started flirting with him.‬

‪An ugly thing reared its head inside Eddie and caused him to see Red.‬

‪He just stormed over and pulled Steve away from that girl, out of the bar, and into the back of his van without much thought for the consequences.‬

‪Fuck the consequences. Because Steve was his and his alone. Anyone could fuck off.‬

‪"Eds? Did something happen? Are you okay?" Steve looked at him in concern.‬

‪That got an amused huff out of Eddie. Of course, his sweetheart would worry about everyone but himself.‬

‪"No, I'm okay," he took in a deep breath to calm down. Then, he met those hazel eyes and decided to be honest for once. "I was just jealous."‬

‪"Of who?" Steve’s brows pinched in bafflement.‬

‪"Of that girl," Eddie licked his dry lips and watched Steve's gaze flick down to them before meeting his eyes again.‬

‪"Why?"‬

‪"Why?" Eddie parroted back before giving out the answer that had been locked inside him for years. "Because I like you, Steve."‬

‪"Oh," Steve breathed out.‬

‪"Yeah," Eddie snorted bitterly and braced himself for the imminent heartbreak. ‬

‪He waited for Steve to either turn him down gently or punch him in the face for taking advantage of their friendship for his greed and selfishness.‬

‪He knew Steve would never do that. But it'd hurt far worse if Steve got upset enough with him to resort to pure violence.‬

‪Instead, all Steve did was ask with a raised eyebrow, "So are you gonna kiss me now or do I need to do it first?"‬

‪Eddie didn't need to be told twice to cup Steve's face and lock their lips together.‬

‪This could be another good dream for all he cared.‬

‪For now, Eddie didn't want to drown himself in yet another existential crisis until he was done making out with his darling.‬

‪Until they stumbled into Steve's bed, until Eddie was permitted to do everything to the other man, including blowing his back out that he knew it wasn't a dream. Because Eddie never made it this far in his dreams before.‬

‪"So are we boyfriends now?" Eddie asked again just to make sure as he cuddled and shared lazy kisses with an adorably sleepy Steve.‬

‪"Mhm," Steve hummed under his breath, all rosy cheeks and blissed out.‬

‪"Just so you know," Eddie traced his forefinger on the soft outline of Steve's chin. "You're gonna be stuck with me for a very long time and even if you try to kick me away, I'd find a way to get back to you."‬

‪"That sounds perfect to me," Steve yawned and snuggled up to him.‬

‪"Yeah?" Eddie tightened his arms around Steve.‬

‪"Uh-huh," Steve planted a small kiss on his jaw. "We're in this together now. And you're gonna see how clingy I am very soon. Just don't regret it, Munson."‬

‪"I'd never, sweetheart," Eddie whispered back and gave his lovely boyfriend another smooch on his forehead.‬

‪As Eddie slowly drifted off, he just knew he was the world's happiest and luckiest man to have Steve in his life.

‪And that was a blessing he'd never take for granted.‬

#steddie #idiots in love #possessive eddie munson #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steddie fluff #ficlet #sionewrites

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kitashousewife · 1 year

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I don't know if this counts as a prompt but how about the "Only One Bed" trope with Hinata~?

nonnie this is perfect!! thank you sooooo much for the idea heehee i hope this turned out okay!

brazil!hinata, fluff, friends to lovers

hinata's bubbling with excitement all day long. through his morning shower, while he took out the garbage, during the practice games this afternoon, and the entirety of the evening, he's been giddy. riding the transit to the airport and dealing with the tense flow of travelers didn't phase him one bit.

now he stands in the airport holding a ridiculously large and vibrant sign with your name in massive letters, right above his head.

the two of you had planned this trip a little over three months ago. hinata had almost reached his two-year mark in brazil, and was getting ready to move home. he asked you to be his travel buddy, even offering to pay for your travel if you would be so kind to accompany him. you couldn't say no, of course, and made plans to fly to see your best friend.

you and hinata met when you were first years, both in the same elective classes. you've been inseparable ever since. you watched every game that you could, despite your own busy schedule. even while he's been gone, weekly facetimes and daily chats have kept you closer than ever.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous, though.

over the past two years, you've watched hinata grow from a bouncy, excited teenager into a confident and strong man. he's honed his skills to perfection and it shows. you've seen the streams. you thought he was incredible in high school, but he's got to be the best volleyball player you've ever seen. it's amazing, and you're so proud.

but this confidence has affected more than just his performance.

hinata carries himself in a way that exudes confidence and pride. he's tan, dusted with freckles, and toned muscles that prove the hours of volleyball he's endured. he smiles often, a bright and toothy grin whenever he speaks. hinata is sure of himself. he knows who he is, speaking with a clear voice and tone.

which is much more attractive than you had thought.

you've found yourself thinking about him more, lingering thoughts of his happy grin that follow you throughout the day. you think about his pretty hair and how it shines in the sun during your morning commute. you think about his cheery voice and the nicknames he calls you on your lunch break.

and as you step off of the plane, those thoughts come to a screeching halt.

once off the terminal and into the building, you're hit with the heat of brazil. that combined with the disorientation of it all, you are a little overwhelmed. until a near fluorescent pink sign held up by tan, strong arms and an orange mop of hair catch your eye.

"sho!"

you run, carry on dragging behind you until you meet your best friend. hinata picks you up, squeezing you as tight as he can before setting you down.

"god, i'm so glad to see you. was the flight okay? did i get you good seats? were you able to sleep?"

hinata tucks the sign under his arm, picks your bag up for you, and leads you to the exit. you follow behind him with a laugh.

"yes, yes, and a little bit," you answer while the two of you wait in the shade of the large sign, being put to good use in the evening sun. "did you wait long?"

he shakes his head. "less than twenty minutes. but you know that i would've stayed all day for you."

as the bus pulls and the two of you find a seat, hinata can't sit still. he's been feeling the same way that you have, but he's been able to distract himself until now. the way you say his name feels special, something that he looks forward to on every call. he counts down the hours until your weekly facetimes, heart pounding in anticipation everytime the call rings through.

"so, what's on the agenda shoyo?"

thankfully, that snaps him out of his thoughts and back to you as you rest your hand on his knee to get him from bouncing it.

"sorry," he stills. "well, i figured we could grab something to eat at my place. i don't have any practice until tomorrow, so we can relax tonight and head to the beach tomorrow. i figured you would want to rest after flying all day."

you can't help but smile. years of beach photos and now it's finally your turn to run into those waves he gushes about every day.

"sounds perfect to me. after the house tour i'll change and we can relax."

hinata snorts. "can't wait to show you everything, it will take a whole two minutes!"

you push into his side with your shoulder, rolling your eyes. the bus slows to a stop and hinata stands up, nodding his head towards a set of apartment buildings.

"this is our stop," he sighs, grabbing your hand to lead you off of the bus and across the street. as soon as you are en route for the building, he lets go of your hand. a small wave of tension washes over the two of you, but you're quick to move on. the excitement of seeing your best friend after two years outweighs the newfound feelings.

"okay, first part of the tour," hinata mumbles as his fingers fuss with the lock on his door. he cheers to himself as he finally gets it open, and runs into the middle of the room.

"ta-da!" he puts his arms out and waves his hands. "here's...everything!"

it is quite small, but it's just what he needed. a small kitchen with a couple of bar stools, a large window with an AC unit, and a few photos taped to the fridge. a couple volleyballs sit in what must be the living room, along with his goggles and extra water bottles. he walks to a door adjacent to the front door and laughs.

"so that's my kitchen, obviously. and then this was my living room, but i already sold my couch and chairs,"

you stop walking and give him a confused stare.

"wait, you got rid of your couch? what am i going to-"

"here's my room. that's the bathroom," he points towards another door which is next to a large map of japan taped to the wall. the other walls are decorated as well, with photos of friends and family and other photos he enjoyed. some scenery from home, photos he snapped at the beach, and some volleyball posters as well. hinata scratches his head. "i know it's pretty small, but i didn't need much. but, if you need towels they're in here, and-"

"shoyo."

"the AC unit is perfect, too. if you need it turned up just let me know-"

"shoyo."

he stops finally, hand reached towards his small closet door when he turns to you.

"what's up?"

"you got rid of your couch?"

he laughs, flopping onto his bed. "yeah! two days ago. it was a pain in the ass to get down the stairs," he shakes his head, remembering how ridiculous the whole thing was.

"why did you do that?"

now he returns your confused look. tilting his head to the side, he looks at you. your arms are folded across your chest, your boarding passes still in your hand from earlier. a habit you clearly haven't let go of.

"what do you mean? i'm moving home next week, and i can't take it with me."

"shoyo, i was going to sleep on the couch."

hinata's smile falters slightly as the realization sets in. you're right, he was going to sell it the day before the two of you left. the busyness of the past few days caused that to slip his mind, selling it to his downstairs neighbor.

he swallows. normally, this wouldn't be a huge deal. the two of you have had tons of sleepovers before. but something is different now. something that he doesn't want to ruin.

"you can take my bed. i can just sleep on the floor, i don't mind at all!"

you shake your head, shuffling to join him on the bed. "it's your bed, sho. i'm not going to do that to you!"

"you're my guest, what sort of host would i be to make you sleep on the floor? c'mon, it's my fault i sold the couch to begin with. you can take the bed, i promise."

you play with your fingers for a moment, deciding what you're going to say for a bit.

"we could share," you suggest, voice quiet. when you look up at him, hinata's cheeks are dusted pink. he clears his throat.

"i-if you're okay with it, of course."

you nod. "i don't mind. it would keep us both comfortable."

hinata nods, hoping you don't hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. honestly, he would like nothing more than to keep you close. many nights, especially over the last few months, he's awake with thoughts of holding you, keeping you tight to him as you count the stars.

"well, i'll start dinner. feel free to shower, change, whatever you want."

"is that your way of telling me that i stink?"

hinata laughs out loud, throwing his extra pillow toward you before heading to the kitchen. god, he missed you. he missed your wit, your laugh, and the way your nose scrunches when he tells a bad joke. he missed everything about you, but he can't find the words to tell you.

the two of you spend the night playing cards on his living room floor, sharing stories of silly things that occurred over the last few weeks. hinata showed you a few photos he took a couple days ago, and laughed as he retold the stories behind them. before you knew it, it was almost 2:30 am, which meant it was time to go to bed.

the two of you had been putting it off as long as possible. but, with the way you rest your head in your hands between games, hinata knows it's time.

"i have extra blankets in the closet if you need them," he points from the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his lips. you nod, moving your things out of your suitcase to keep busy. you're hoping to distract yourself as much as you can. "i'm going to shower really quick, but make yourself comfortable. i'll keep quiet," he closes the door all but a crack, the warm light escaping onto the bed like a spotlight.

you do as he says, getting comfortable underneath the blankets as far to the side as possible. as soon as your head hits the pillow, you begin to fall under. hinata's warm scent envelopes you and you feel safe, the hours of travel finally catching up to you as you shut your eyes.

you're not sure how long it's been before hinata joins you, sliding into bed as carefully as he can. he lies on his back for a while, trying to decide if he should hold you or keep his distance. the smell of his body wash causes you to stir a little, and without thinking hinata pulls your back to his chest.

you hum, very groggily as you feel the warmth of his bare skin on you. after a moment your eyes snap open as you realize the situation.

"i didn't mean to wake you, i'm sorry," he whispers, voice close to your ear in the position the two of you are in.

"it's okay," you breathe, scared if you move that he will push away.

a few minutes pass, the two of you unmoving and listening to the sounds of your rapid heartbeats, slowly beginning to beat as one.

"i'm sorry about the couch," hinata whispers once more, voice raspy with sleep. "but i like having you close."

your lips part slightly at the confession. your mind is swimming, shocked at the fact that he feels the same. you start to speak, but nothing comes out. instead, you reach for his hand with yours, softly pulling it wraps around you in wordless accord. hinata pulls you closer, a silent reassurance that he feels the same.

"goodnight, shoyo," you sigh, leaning back into his chest. shakily, he leans forward to place a kiss on the back of your head.

"goodnight," he says into the night. the two of you drift off to sleep, feelings pushed aside for the time being. for now, hinata finally holds you close, and falls asleep with a smile.

#hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata fluff #hinata shoyo #shoyo hinata x reader #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #shoyo hinata

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silverameco · 28 days

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Summer Camp AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - 839 words

Bullshit. That's what it fucking was. Utter fucking bullshit. He had a plan. A simple one too, with only two steps to follow.

1) Coming home from boarding school for the summer

2) Taking off to James' the next day

Except he didn't anticipate that his mother would send him to some stupid summer camp before James could pick him up. All that because "maybe they will teach you some manners, unlike that heathen friend of yours". Sure, he and James got in a lot of trouble at school, but still. That wasn't fair. And with no phone too !

Now here he was, stuck in the middle of the woods with a bunch of kids younger than 12, with no way to contact James, bored out of his mind. He was 16 ! He should have been able to spend his summer the way he wanted. And it was definitely not building shitty wood cabins with some mean instructors yelling at him. Apparently being the oldest meant he had to help the kids. He wasn't a damn carpenter, for god's sake.

The only one who seemed to be around his age was a broody looking boy whose weird name he didn't remember. He was always aside from the group, reading or even smoking, even though it wasn't allowed. Sirius was a little bit annoyed by that because he was never getting yelled at for it. He supposed the instructors were a little bit scared of him and didn't want to bother. He could look quite scary, with the scar running accross his face and his tall figure. Sirius must have been scared of him. Maybe that was why he didn't dare talk to him until the third day. Maybe that was why he couldn't hold his gaze everytime their eyes met.

But on the third day, Sirius had enough. That boy was only a teenage boy like him after all. So he managed to avoid the attention of the instructors and approached him as he was reading, sitting under a tree.

"So, are you a really useless instructor or do your parents hate you too ?" he said while he sat beside him.

To Sirius' surprise, the boy smiled as he met his eyes. Oh, he thought. He's not scary at all. He's adorable. He pushed the thought away.

"Well I suppose my dad wanted to get rid of me. I'm Remus, by the way."

"That's a weird name, Remus."

"Weirder than being named after a star ?"

Sirius' mind blanked.

"Wha- How did you- ?"

At that, Remus just laughed. And oh, he should stop laughing. Sirius couldn't bear such a pretty sound.

"Some of us actually remember the others' names, Sirius", he smiled.

Sirius ignored the flutter in his chest at hearing his name in that warm voice, and he smirked, "do you know everyone's name, then, Remus ?"

Remus blushed. "Nah, just yours."

For the first time since he arrived in this stupid camp, Sirius felt his lips stir in a genuine smile. Okay then, Remus seemed fun.

They stayed under the tree for almost an hour, mostly chatting about their shared misfortune being here, and sharing a smoke. Stealing glances the other's way too. Surprisingly, nobody disturbed them until the outdoor activity ended and they had to go back to the camp for dinner. They sat together while they ate some very untasty food. Sirius spent his dinner trying to convince Remus that his parents sent him to this camp because he was a true rebel. But Remus kept laughing and looking at him with something like fond disbelief. So Sirius kept insisting. Maybe because he was stubborn and proud. Maybe because he wanted to hear that laugh again.

Overall, Sirius went to bed with a smile, thinking he made a real friend. Maybe that camp wouldn't be so bad, after all. But an hour after bed time, as everyone was already asleep, he heard a whisper shaking him away from his thoughts.

"Sirius, are you sleeping ?"

"Remus ?! What are you doing ?"

"Shh, don't wake them up !"

He sat up in his bed. He could barely make out Remus' amber eyes in the dark. Everyone else was asleep in the big dormitory.

"Couldn't sleep. There's a lake, not far. Thought maybe you'd want to go for a swim."

"Right now ?!"

Remus moved a bit and his face was suddendly bathed in the moonlight seeping through the thin curtains. Sirius could see him better. Mostly, he could see his cheeky smile.

"Come on, Sirius, what happened to being a true rebel ?"

He was standing near Sirius' bed, extending a waiting palm towards him. His smile was equal parts sweet and teasing. Mesmerized, Sirius took the offered hand. He hoped the night was hiding his blushing cheeks. As they sneaked out of the building and into the night, they never let go of each other's hand. Sirius thought that maybe, this summer camp wasn't utter bullshit. Maybe it would be really fucking amazing.

#my first microfic omg #if someone can guess what it is loosely inspired from i'm gonna kiss you on the mouth #silv writes things #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #marauders #marauders era

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oddballwriter · 8 months

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The Moon Boys as Dads

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Warnings: The moon boys being girl dads and mentions of Jake teaching your kid how to fight a bitch

Author’s Snip: This would happen eventually. It's been bubbling in my mind since I've started writing for Moon Knight. It's inevitable, everyone in this fandom wants to have their babies.

Notes: I genuinely think that Jake's part is the only one that would be troubling but let's face it. If Jake had a kid, especially a daughter, he's going to teach her how to fight and send the to the ER or to the scale

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Okay. First thing I need to make straight. I understand that the idea of them having a son is deep. Have it that it heals some of that inner child in Marc and thus the rest of them. And I think that idea is lovely. Honestly can't get enough of it, gets me in the bullseye of my feels

But these men are such girl dads, all three of them

So we're gonna go slightly off of that

Steven Grant

Steven strikes me as the type of guy who just fits into the family man role so well

Absolute proud stay at home dad who has a million photos of all of his kids energy.

Yep, that's right, kids, plural, he wants a bunch of them

He understands and respects if you want just one or two but... like...

He's so good with kids, come on, episode one where he was talking with the little girl??? You can't tell he's not great with kids. He can handle a gaggle of kids if you'd be okay with having a bunch with him.

"One for each of the us" is a joke he'd make

But let's go with the perspective that you have a daughter with him

Already he's just obsessed with her as soon as he gets to hold her

Kids are very chatty, which is great because Steven's chatty and also listens, so if your daughter is talking about her day at school then he listens and nods along.

He'd also do this with her as a baby when all she could do was babble. He'd just listen to it and say "And then what?"

Steven, although he can be quite sassy, is naturally very polite and I'm pretty sure that rubs off on your daughter. He teaches her proper manners like saying "please", "thank you", and "excuse me"

Teaches her about Egyptology because of course he does, you think he's not going to give her those kids books about Egypt? You think the egyptology nerd isn't going to make his kid an egyptology nerd?

If she takes on another interests that's fine too but you think you aren't going to have one more dork in your house?

He praises her all the time for being interested in so many things.

Not to make him sound like one of those dads but he's glad that his kid reads books

Marc Spector

I'll save you what you've heard before. Marc is unsure, Marc is worried that he's gonna fuck up, Gods have mercy on Marc, blah blah blah

And sure I'll go in on it a little bit too

Marc is of course worried about how well he'd do at parenting since he still has some emotional and mental scars that haven't fully been patched up or wounds he's too scared to lick

But hey, he knows what not to do, and that's at least something

He might helicopter parent a little, maybe even a lot, when your daughter is little, especially if she gets her adventurous side early and it's really strong

You and the boys might have to remind him that she's a kid, she's gonna want to navigate and explore what's around her and maybe she'll do something dumb and get hurt a bit

As long as she knows what's dangerous and what's gonna earn her a band-aid

Marc's good when she's a kid but I feel like he just feels more comfortable when she's older, like teenager age

I actually feel like he'd be one of those dads who gets it in his kids head that they can still be a teenager and do teenager things but don't get into any trouble or do something really bad

"Focus on school and stay away from those groups" type of dad that really just means "Don't get Fs in class and don't get arrested."

He's letting her make mistakes and grow from it but he's not gonna baby her either

Marc won't entirely be the "No boys allowed" type of dad either. But if she brings a boy home for any reason, even if the boy's just a classmate that she's doing a project with, then he's telling her that the door stays open till he leaves or they do the project and research in living room or whatever

He's so proud of her too. He makes sure she knows just how loved she is and that he will always be there

Marc actually wants to be the type of parent where whenever his daughter gets in trouble or make a mistake that she thinks "I need to call my dad." instead of "My dad's going to kill me."

Jake Lockley

Jake would have said he wanted a boy but that's a lie he wants a girl first

I can see both Marc and Jake not really being the types to keep their kid in gender roles, neither is Steven if his daughter wants to do things that are considered masculine or boyish then he won't stop her he just sort of defaults to thinking that she'd want to do girly things, but Jake is the type of dad that wouldn't care if he has a daughter he's gonna teach her how to stuff and to take shit from no one

She's going to be a spitfire if Jake's her daddy, that's for sure. A real Buttercup.

She once got in trouble for fighting a boy in her grade because he was making fun of her and he scolded her when you were around but he was secretly so proud

When she's older he teaches her how to fight people and defend herself, I mean he already told her to do that when she was younger but back then it was kick, bite, and scream. When she's a teen it's teaching her how to right and left hook and disorientate

Fuck, she's probably good with a knife too

Jake knows that your daughter can handle herself pretty well but he's still going to be protective over her

If she has a relationship and they put their hands on her that person's just straight up dead

She might know how to aim for the vitals and wash blood off her clothes but she's still his little princess

#moon knight #moonknight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader

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ilovechuuy4 · 3 months

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Can I request hcs and a small scenorio with fyodor and a rebellious daughter reader? Like always sneaks out, talks back, gets into fights and gets terrible grades?

Why try so hard, Malyshka? ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

୨୧ Dad!Fyodor x Platonic! Rebellious Daughter ୨୧

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m not sure how long this will take when it comes out since I’m not usually doing dad!characters with kids/teenagers, but I hope you like it since I worked pretty hard on this! I feel like this would have been so much easier if there was a bit more description on how you wanted this all to go in the end! But that’s all right hope you enjoy!

Headcanons ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

• Dad!Fyodor isn't the one of get mad for his kid acting rebellious

• Dad!Fyodor would talk to his kid about why and what is wrong and why they are acting this way

• Dad!Fyodor is calm and collective, he'll let his kid ramble about/to him all they want about what's wrong

• Dad!Fyodor isnt upset but he's disappointed

• Dad!Fyodor isn't the type to ground his kid for their grades but he would discipline

Scenario୨୧꙳ᕯ

It was a typical school day for you, walking through the halls of your school, nobody else there because you decided to skip once more. The halls empty as you make your way out the school entirely. You were aware that your grades were dropping drastically but it's not like your father was telling at you for it, that you knew of.

But once you step out the school premises, you receive a call, uh oh..your father. You hesitatly answer the call as the thick Russian voice of your father's fills your right ear. "I know you aren't at school, come home now." You felt your heart sink a bit, were you really in trouble now?

You decided to make your way home just incase you were actually in trouble. And once you arrive home, you're met with a disappointed Fyodor standing in front of the front door, arms crossed. "So you finally decided to come home, y/n?" His voice was thick with disappointment as he stared at you. "Well, uhm..yea." You didn't have much to say when he confronted you.

"We need to talk, I'm highly disappointed Y/N. I told you to get your grades up and yet you still choose to disobey me and continue with your rebellious acts?" His voice was sharp when he spoke, boy were you in trouble your father wasn't ever well, this disappointment in you. I mean yes you've snuck out and caused fights but when it came to your grades you assumed your father cared more.

"Well..I just..uhm well-" You couldn't put your thoughts into words yes you were being rebellious 'nd acting on impulse but there was a reason, right.? You sigh twiddling your thumbs as you think you a second. "Well, it's just some things in the classes are difficult and they are a bit none understandable." You mutter softly, that was an obvious lie and Fyodor knitted his eyebrows together.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. You aren't a good lier and it shows." Fyodor states, uncrossing his arms and letting them drop to his hips. "Well I thought if I did rebellious things you'd spend more time with me!" You blurt out, well it was more than the truth. Yes, you thought having the "cool" act was well, cool. But it was sorta just stupid.

"Oh Malyshka, what do you mean.?" His voice changed from disappointed to concern. "Spend more time with you? Sweetheart you know how busy I am with work but if you and just asked I would find a day I'm off." His voice was soft now, more concern than disappointment now.

"Well it's just you're always busy so I can't have the chance to talk to you. So I kinda just thought you know." You said, rubbing the back of his neck. But then you feel your father's slender frame wrapping around you in a welcoming hug.

"Why try so hard Malyshka? It's not necessary I still love you the same okay? Just be you, please quit the rebellious acts though?" He hums softly, putting a soft kiss on your hair.

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Loving Mr.Munson:

Hawkins High Reunion part 2

Dilf!Eddiexreader

🛑Mature Content- Smut Warning- 18+Minors DNI🛑

Tw: P in V ( wrap before you tap!) oral- male receiving and a wee bit of violence.

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One hour. One hour until Eddie's reunion. One hour until you see his old high school, his old classmates that harassed him and one hour until you saw the girl that Eddie secretly pined for throughout High School. Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham Carver to be exact. She was the picture perfect cheerleader, that dated the star athlete- captain of the basketball team and swim team, Hawkins high star Quarterback-Jason Carver, aka Eddie's arch nemesis. Jason Carver hated Eddie in high school, hated him because he had long hair, listened to metal, played Dungeons and Dragons and maybe sold a few drugs to party going teenagers, or teenagers looking to forget about life for a little while. And when the most popular kid in the school paints a target on your back, it isn't long before other kids follow suit and before you know it you are the town freak. It hurt your heart to hear Eddie recount his high school experiences, but he just shrugged it off. Despite all of the horrible things that happened, there were more good memories than bad, he had made life long friends that supported each other through thick and thin and that was what was important.

It was evident this morning that Eddie was nervous about seeing his classmates again, it wasn't until you met up with Eddie's Uncle Wayne at Benny's diner for breakfast that you started to see his nervousness dissipate.

" I'm going to tell you right now boy," Wayne said over a steamy cup of coffee," That not one of those judgmental assholes grew up to do anything spectacular with their lives. A majority of them stayed right here in this shitty little town. That asshole Carver kid,sells cars at a dealership just outside of Indianapolis , and his little dickhead friends- a lot of them work at the Plant that I retired from. The most successful people to ever come out of this town are all the kids you hung out with." Wayne stabbed at an egg while we watched Eddie shuffle around his pancakes on his plates. " Eddie, Son, I can't tell you how proud I am to have you as my boy. You weren't perfect, you did a lot of stupid shit , but you learned from it.You were a young single dad that barely had a pot to piss in, you worked hard, damn hard and raised that kid in a loving home. You started your own successful business, you got your son a college education, he's still a dumbass but he has a degree. "

Eddie chuckled. " I know I've got a lot going for me-"

" Because you worked your damn ass off! Walk into that school gymnasium with your head held high."

You smiled. " Damn Uncle Wayne, your good. You should have been a motivational speaker! I know who I am going to for my next pep talk!"

A smile spread across his weathered face. " Thanks Darlin, oh and please,call me Wayne." He sipped his coffee." It's because I'm old as hell and I've seen some shit in my day. You gotta make the most of what you've got." He snickered." Motivational speaker I am not, especially since the older I get the crankier and more opinionated I get. And I'm pretty sure I would get fired for calling someone a dumbass."

Both you and Eddie laughed.

" So Wayne, have you seen this Chrissy chick? Did she really let herself go after high school?"

It was Wayne's turn to laugh." You don't have anything to worry about Darlin. Your about as pretty as they come."

You turn to Eddie and raise your eyebrows, " What is it with you Munson men and your charm? You better watch out Eddie, it might be time for me to upgrade to Wayne."

Eddie just about choked on his juice and Wayne dropped his fork and laughed.

" You may look sweet but you got a lot of sass in you girlie, I knew it the first time I met ya."Wayne said through chuckles. " You two are meant to be together, two peas in a pod. Both full of piss and vinegar. " he pointed at you."I bet you're a real handful."

You watched Eddie wipe at his face with a napkin, smirking." Oh, you have no idea."

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You wanted to look your best for him, you wanted to feel worthy of walking in on the arm of the Sexiest man in Hawkins, in the world. The invitation had said semi-formal, so you had gone out and bought the classiest but sexiest dresses you could find. Your roommate had helped you narrow it down to a black strapless satin dress that flared at the waist or a form hugging red lace off the shoulder dress that showed off all of your best assets. You went with the latter. Eddie loved your body, worshipped your body, made you feel more confident in your own skin. You never would have worn a dress as sexy as this before, you would have been self conscious of your hips, your breasts,your ass, but you knew that Eddie loved those things about you, and seeing you in this dress was going to drive him crazy. And with sexy red lacy lingerie on underneath he was going to go even crazier seeing you out of it.

You had kicked him out of the bathroom after a steamy shower together, so that you could prepare. You blow dried and curled your long silky hair, fussed over your makeup and slid into your sexy red lace. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, ran your hands over the tight fitting dress and smiled. Yup, he was going to go crazy.

You slowly opened the door and peeked out and your breath caught in your throat. There he stood in a black fitted suit, with a black button down shirt on underneath, and a black tie that at first glance had what looked like little white flowers but upon further examination you realized they were really skull and crossbones. Typical Eddie. The way that his suit was tailored it emphasized his broad shoulders, his trim waist and his tight ass. The suit fit him like a dream. And to top it all off he had his wavy lock's pulled back into a messy bun at the nape of his neck. The sight of him alone made your heart pound , your body hum, you wanted him so badly. It was going to be a long night, him looking so absolutely delicious and you had to wait till the end of the night to touch him.

" Wow," was all you could manage to get out.

Eddie turned at the sound of your voice and his jaw dropped. " Holy Fuck."

He took a couple of long strides toward you, eyes slowly feasting on the sight of you." Goddamn Sweetheart, you look absolutely stunning. Just so fucking beautiful." He wrapped you up in his arms. " That dress, your hair, your body, it's just, your just-"

" Why Edward Munson, you seem a bit flustered." You smiled up at him, sliding your hands down past his waist and squeezing his ass.

" A bit flustered? Just a bit? " Eddie leaned forward and nipped at your lower lip, then kissed your jaw, your throat, you could feel goosebumps on your skin under his warm lips. " You shouldn't have worn this dress Sweetheart." He mumbled into your neck.

" And why is that?"

" Because I'm not going to be able to think about anything other than what I'm going to do to you when I take it off."

You felt your body get hot." It's going to be equally as painful for me not being able to put my hands all over you. You are, damn sexy Mr. Munson."

Eddie growled." Do we really have to go now? Why can't we just stay in and I can tie you up to the bed with my necktie and I can fuck you into oblivion." He grazed your shoulder with his teeth and lightly bit down and it made you shiver.

" That sounds absolutely amazing, but Baby, your friends are counting on us to be there. And look at you- you look so fucking gorgeous, I want everyone to see what a sexy motherfucker you are now."

Eddie sighed and kissed you one last time." Alright, but when we get back tonight Darling-"

" I will be ready with open arms and open legs."

Eddie chuckled. " I can't wait to collect my reward at the end of the night."

You squeezed his ass with both hands and he pressed himself against you. God, you wanted him. " Ok, ok, we really need to get going." You said more to yourself than Eddie. Sadly you let go of him and ran into the bathroom and looked yourself over one more time. Your skin was still flush from his kisses. You decided last minute to throw on some shiny red lip gloss , perfect finishing touch. You zipped it into your small wristlet for touch ups later and stepped into your heels.

" Will you stop already? Every fucking time you walk out of that room you continue to get hotter. Red fucking lipstick? Red heels?"

You smiled coquettishly." I need to look worthy of being on your arm Edward."

" No one is going to be looking at me Sweetheart. " Eddie smirked and pulled something out of his suit jacket pocket." I, uh got you a little something. I hope you like it. I knew that you were going to be dressing up-" he handed you a little velvet box. "Open it!"

You smile and flip the lid of the box open. Inside was a beautiful diamond pendant with matching earrings. "Baby, you didn't have to do this!"

Eddie smiled and took the box from your hand, gently taking out the necklace and clasping it around your neck. It was perfect. " I wanted to. I wanted to show you how much I care for you, love you and besides, it is our three month anniversary."

You ran the pendant along the thin sliver chain. " It's beautiful, I love it. I love you." You lightly pecked his lips mindful of the bright red gloss on your lips. " I don't have anything for you I didn't know we were celebrating month anniversaries -"

" Princess, you have already given me so much, you have given me your love,your affection, your touch. I don't need anything, just you." He smiled a special smile at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling, dimples deep in his cheeks.

" Eddie! Your going to make me cry! Your so incredibly sweet!"

" Don't cry babe, you'll ruin your makeup."

You smile and give him a hug. " I love you."

" I love you too angel. " he kissed the top of your head." Why don't you put those diamonds in your pretty little ears and we'll head out to see if Jason fucking Carver has any hair left on is big fucking head."

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You could feel the nervousness rolling off of Eddie as you sat in his car in the parking lot waiting for Steve, Nancy and Robin to show up.

" It's going to be fine baby." You reached over and rubbed his knee and watched as the bouncing subsided.

" I am so fucking nervous. Just looking at the school, so many fucking memories."

" Nancy told me about your lunch time rants." You smirked." I say if they are all a bunch of assholes you jump up on a table, flip them all off and say Adios Fuckers!"

Eddie laughed." That is definitely something I could do." He put his hand over yours and squeezed it. " Why am I so fucking nervous? Like we are adults now right?"

You both looked up as Steve Harrington pulled into a parking spot across from where the two of you were parked.

Eddie sighed," Here goes nothing."

You both got out of the car and walked over to Steve's SUV.

" Holy Shit Munson, look at you! I've got to say, you clean up real nice. I half expected you to show up in your ripped jeans and leather jacket." Steve joked.

" Yeah well the invite said semi- formal."

" Oh no,it can't be, I don't believe it, but is thee Eddie Munson conforming to society's rules?" Robin teased.

Eddie shook his head and smiled."Shut the fuck up Buckley."

Robin smiled and clapped her hands together. "And there he is, there's our boy!"

Nancy smiled at you."You guys make a very handsome couple."

" I mean we knew you would look great-" Steve nodded to you." But Munson here, is like a Cinderella transformation. Tattered, torn clothes to slick suit."

" Your all a pain in my ass." Eddie smirked.

" But you aren't as nervous now are ya?" Robin pat him on the back.

" No."

" Well let's go people! We aren't getting any younger!" Steve clapped his hands together then started towards the door.

Robin was jittering with excitement, and Eddie slid an arm protectively around your waist.

When you reached the double doors you stopped and turned to Eddie. " Are you ready Baby? "

Eddie drew in a deep breath." As ready as I'll ever be."

" Your amazing Baby, remember that. Your going to blow them away."

He took both your hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles." I'm glad your here, thank you for coming Princess."

" Of course! Now come on, I want to show you off. Those bitches are going to be so jealous."

Eddie chuckled and we walked through the doors.

Steve was already chatting away, the social butterfly of the group, and though he had graduated one year earlier he still knew everyone. Nancy pressed on her ' Nancy Wheeler- Harrington' name tag that also had her adorable senior picture on it. The woman had not changed one single bit over the years.

Robin checked in as well , her tag had a picture of her in her band uniform on it. She laughed, turning back to face you."Look at this nerd!"

" You were so cute in that hat!" You smiled.

When Eddie stepped up to the table the woman sitting behind blinked up at him.

" I'm, uh, Eddie-"

" Eddie Munson? Wow." She looked at him with a surprised look on her face. "I wasn't expecting to see you here, you've really changed."

" Yeah ,well, I grew up." He stood there patiently waiting for his name tag.

You watched as she ogled him for another minute then you cleared your throat." Oh look Eddie, I see your name tag!" You pointed to where it lay on the table before you." Heather? It's Heather, right? Can I just grab this?"

" Oh, yeah!" She blinked, then handed you the name tag. It had Eddie's senior picture on it and it was so freaking cute.

You peeled the backing off and lightly pressed it onto Eddie's chest. " There you go Edward Munson."

" Why thank you Sweetheart." He took your hand and the two of you followed the Harrington- Buckley group down the hall and into the gymnasium. The high school was small, smaller than the one that you had attended, and in a small town like Hawkins you could see how easily it could be for everyone to know everything about one another and how everyone would be in everyone else's business. Kids could be absolutely brutal.

" This place still looks and smells the same, like books, sweat and teenage tears."Eddie chuckled, eyes wondering the hall to the open double doors. You could see streamers and balloons and hear music faintly playing.

" Holy shit, they decorated it to look like it did for the Prom of 86!" Nancy smiled.

" I never would have known, because I wasn't cool enough to go to the Prom of 86." Eddie snickered as we walked in. The gymnasium was packed with people, hugging and looking at posters and catching up. You lightly ran your hand up and down Eddie's back as you watched those intense eyes scan the room.

Eddie pulled you close and whispered, pointing." He was an asshole, he was an asshole, she was an asshole- that kid there, he was cool- I used to sell him weed."

You smiled." But the real question is, do you see Carver?"

" I haven't seen him-"

" Eddie.Fucking. Munson. Is that you?"

Eddie whipped around to the sound of a male voice behind him. " Holy Shit!Jeff?" A smile slowly spreading across his face. " No fucking way!"

Jeff, this was Corroded Coffin and Hellfire Club Jeff.

" What the hell have you been up to man? It's been forever!"

" Ah you know, life. I have a son, Robbie, I'm a Mechanic- I own my own shop where I repair and restore foreign and vintage cars-"

" That's fucking cool man." Jeff shook his head." I can't believe your here."

" I can't believe I'm here. Harrington and Buckley told me about it, my girlfriend talked me into coming." Eddie gestured from you to Jeff."Sweetheart , Jeff, Jeff,Sweetheart."

Jeff shook my hand." Nice to meet you."

You smile." Nice to meet you too! Now you were in Hellfire and Corroded Coffin with Eddie right?"

" That's right. I grew up with this kid." Jeff pat Eddies shoulder.

" What have you been up to?"

" I'm married, unfortunately my wife couldn't make the trip, I have 2 kids, a boy and a girl, I work with computers, I'm just an old fuck with a dad bod now." He pat his stomach than pointed to Eddie. " This son of a bitch went the opposite way, dude your in better shape now than you were in high school, you bastard."

Eddie laughed." I was a scrawny little Fucker. Man, I'm so glad I ran into you here. I was kind of dreading it. Have you heard from the other Coffin guys?"

You turned and scoped the room while Eddie chatted with his friend, Eddie was one hundred percent the best looking man in the room, though you had to admit Steve wasn't bad to look at either. You watched as Nancy and Robin huddled close clearly whispering about former classmates. You decided to take a little stroll around the gymnasium, check out the photos and memory walls that were scattered about. You squeezed Eddies arm lightly and mouthed that you were going to wander about and he smiled and winked at you.

It was fun to look at the fashion, the hairstyles of the people in the photos, look around the room and see if you could match up any of the faces in the photos with the faces in the room. You got to a large picture and stopped. It was a picture of Eddie, in all his glory, playing his guitar in the talent show. His head was thrown back, foot up on his amp and it looked like his fingers were flying up the fretboard. He was so fine. You had yet to see him play his guitar in real life, but after seeing these pictures... You couldn't wait to show him this.

The next photograph was Prom king and queen 1986- Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham. You studied the picture. Chrissy was for sure a beautiful girl, small and petite,long blonde hair , and blue eyes, and if you hadn't known what an asshole Jason was you might have thought that he was cute too. Athletic build, again blonde hair and blue eyes. The picture perfect couple.

" Ahh, the good old days, it seems like it was a million years ago." You heard a quiet female voice behind you. You turned and there before you was Chrissy Carver. She looked the same, just older, slight crows feet at the corners of her eyes, body a little fuller but she was still in great shape. She smiled at you and extended her hand, "Hi, I'm Chrissy, Carver, and you are? First of all too young to be part of the class of 86." She chuckled.

You smiled and lightly shook her hand and introduced yourself. " Definitely not class of 86, but I'm here with my boyfriend, he was class of 86. I was just admiring his picture." You gestured to the picture of Eddie.

Her eyebrows furrowed." Your here with Eddie Munson? He's here?" Her eyes darted around the room.

" Yes he's here, in fact," you scanned the room and caught his eye, he smiled. You waved for him to come over." He is coming over as we speak. "

You watched her jaw drop, her eyes wander over him as he closed the distance between you.You could see his eyes widen as he realized who you were standing with.

" He was so nervous about coming, you know because of everything that happened in high school, sounds like he was treated like shit."

Chrissy shook her head." I'm afraid it's true, I never quite understood it. He was always so nice and kind to me, it was my husband-"

Eddie had finally reached us." Hello ladies, " he kissed your cheek and slid an arm around your waist. " Chrissy, nice to see you."

She stared at him eyes wide." Eddie, you look fantastic. I can't believe your here."

" I figured it was time to come back, the Harrington's persuaded me to come, and it was a good excuse to come visit my Uncle."

" I'm glad you came back. You just kind of disappeared after high school."

" No, I was here- everyone was just caught up in their own lives to notice. It's fine. I'm sure no one cared what happened to me, everyone hated me-"

" I didn't hate you Eddie, I thought you were sweet-"

" You were always nice to me, I appreciated that. " Eddie nodded. " Life got real complicated for me after graduation. I became a Father, like right after high school, had to work a lot to support my son, his mom left so I had to raise him on my own. Wayne, my friends, were amazing. It was hard, but I made it. For as much of a fuck up as I was in high school, I turned out alright . I own my own business, an auto restoration shop,put my kid through school, found myself an amazing woman, I've got a lot to be proud of. I wanted to come back and show everyone that they were wrong about me." He smirked and pulled you closer.

" Sounds like you did alright for yourself Eddie-"

" Holy shit it's the Freak."

You felt Eddie's body tense for a second then relax as you squeezed him.

Jason Carver walked through the crowd looking cocky and arrogant and to your amusement , old. He was no longer the Prom king that you had seen in the photo, with the perfect hair and athletic build. His hair was slightly thinning and he had a beer gut. You smirked to yourself. Time had not been as good to Jason Carver as it had been to Eddie. Karma is a bitch.

Chrissy's face turned red. " Jason, Honey," she started as if pretending that she hadn't heard him call Eddie a Freak." You remember Eddie Munson?"

Jason smirked." How could I forget the Freak of Hawkins High? "

Eddie just shook his head and smirked." I see some things haven't changed Carver , your still an Asshole. I was hoping you would grow out of it."

Chrissy, clearly embarrassed by her husband's actions tried to change the subject." Jason, Eddie works with cars too. He owns a shop-"

" Grease monkey? Seems fitting." Jason said smugly. What a fucking dick.

" And what is it you do?" You asked. Jason then turned his attention on you, looking you over a slow smile spreading across his face. " I run a car dealership just outside of Indianapolis, a big outfit, I've been salesman of the year last five years." He said , proud of himself.

You gave him an amused smile." Must be your sparkling personality. " You heard Eddie chuckle."I'm surprised that they don't see through your phony facade, see your inner douchebag. Good for you for keeping that shit hidden."

Jason's smile faded." Your a real class act Sweetheart."

You felt Eddie stir beside you, but you squeezed his hand." I'd say the same for you. You clearly peaked in high school, you still obviously think you're the shit. Your middle aged man that should know better and yet your still a fucking bully." You watched his face falter.

Jason took one step closer." You don't know shit. Your just going to stand there, Munson ,and let her fight your battles for you."

Eddie shook his head." I didn't come here for a fight Carver. Your the one that can't move on." Eddie looked down at you and smirked, " and to answer your question, no, I don't need her to fight my battles, but to be perfectly honest with you, she's doing one hell of a good job."

" Your a coward, always running away,"

" I'm an grown ass man that doesn't feel that it is necessary to fight, Jason."

Chrissy tugged on Jason's arm." Come on Honey, I want to show you this poster of us-"

" We are kind of in the middle of something here ."

Eddie glanced over at Chrissy. " We aren't in the middle of anything. As far as I am concerned this discussion is over."

You looked at Chrissy, who still looked mortified. " You are a Saint for putting up with his shit. You seem so sweet, I truly hope he treats you better than he treats everyone else."

Eddie drew you in close." Come on Doll, let's go for a walk."

You smile up at him." I'd love that."

You heard Jason mumbling under his breath as the two of you walked away.

" Hey, you guys aren't leaving yet are you?" Harrington asked as you walked past a table where he and Nancy and Robin sat.

" No, just had a little run in with fucking Carver, just need to get out of here for a few, going to give my girl the grand tour."

" I can't believe I missed it! You had it out with Jason, and I missed it?"

" You didn't miss much, but I'll tell you what, my sweet Princess here, she is a fucking sniper with words. She took Jason down a couple of notches in mere seconds." He kissed you on the top of the head.

" Just gave him a taste of his own medicine." You smiled.

" Shit, I would have loved to see that!" Steve shook his head.

" That's what you get for being so popular Harrington, Mr. Social butterfly." Robin smirked.

Eddie took my hand." We'll be back guys." He gave them a little wave then then pulled you out into the hallway.

" I'm going to show you my favorite hangouts in this god forsaken school." He wandered down the corridor, " There is the Cafeteria, where I sat with Hellfire and jumped on tables , ranting about whatever was on my mind. My friends loved it, the jocks hated it and the lunch ladies were sick of my shit and probably had a party the day I actually graduated because they knew they wouldn't have to deal with that again." Eddie smiled and we peeked inside. " Our table was over by that window there." He pointed then squeezed your hand." So moving on-". He pulled you further down the hallway then stopped." This was my locker. Mostly home to the homework I didn't do,doodles I drew in class and my lunchbox full of pot that I would sell to kid's after school in the woods behind the football fields."

You loved watching him reminisce, it made you smile. He showed you the library, the auditorium and last but not least, the drama room.

" This is where we would have all of our Hellfire meetings. I would put blood, sweat and tears into those campaigns. We spent so many hours in this room."Eddie reached for the doorknob, gave it a turn and to our surprise we heard a click and the door opened." No fucking way. I can't believe they left this door unlocked." He looked down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear than he stepped inside tugging me in. He flipped the light switch and closed the door. He chuckled." Holy shit, it looks the same! I can't fucking believe it," he jogged over to the corner of the room. This room must have been filled with props from the last 30 years worth of school plays. You watched as he moved a few fake boulders out of the way then dragged forward what appeared to be a throne.

" I sat in this chair at the head of a table for every single campaign. It was my "privilege " as Dungeon Master of Hellfire to sit on this throne." He sighed then slowly sank into it. A slow smile spread across his face." I had my folders and maps and guidebooks, and strategy guides all set up in front of me. Some of the best nights of my high school life were spent right here in this chair." He leaned back,legs spread apart, elbows resting on the arms of the chair. You gulped, Jesus Christ, did he look sexy.

" Sooo, some of the best moments of your life were spent here in this room, in that chair?" You smirked.

Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. "Chair? This is not simply a chair Sweetheart, it was my throne."

" Oh sorry." You turned and walked to the door, slowly turning the lock, trying to be as quiet as possible.

" What are you doing Princess?" Eddie smiled amused.

Your lips turned up into a mischievous smile, and you flipped off the light switch. The room went dark for a moment and then some dim emergency lighting came on." Oh Dungeon Master," You started ,walking slowly across the room, reaching behind you and lowering the zipper of your dress. "Would thou bestow upon me the honor, the privilege, of joining you on your throne and perching upon your lap?" You step out of your dress as soon as the lace hits the floor. You stood before Eddie in your red lace push up bra ,barely there red lace thong and your heels.

" Fuck. " He leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs." You have no idea what you are doing to me right now Sugar."

The lighting was dim but you could see exactly what you were doing to him. The look on his face, a look of pure, raw lust, his eyes fixed on you, your body.

" What am I doing to you Eddie?" You asked running your hand over your chest.

He sat back on the throne, running a hand slowly over his face." You called me fucking Dungeon Master, Sweetheart." He loosened the tie around his neck.

" I did." You took a couple steps closer, you could hear his breath hitch, then in an instant he reached out and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you onto his lap.

Eddie buried his face in your neck, began kissing and nibbling your skin. "Your driving me fucking insane." He whispered, biting your earlobe.

You gasped." I haven't even started yet baby."

He moaned. " Can you feel what you're doing to me right now? Can you feel how fucking hard I am?"

You most definitely could. You finished untying his necktie and threw it to the floor, unbuttoned his suit coat ,than you ran your hands up his chest to his broad shoulders and slid the jacket down behind his back." Your so fucking sexy." You breathed. You saw his breathing quicken as you slowly started to unbutton his shirt. When you finally reach the bottom you tug at it to release it from his trousers and open it wide revealing his inky , taut body beneath. God you wanted him so badly.

You lightly ran your perfectly manicured nails lightly down his chest, you saw him shiver and it made you smile. "What's the matter Baby?"

" Your fucking teasing me, I'm about to lose my goddamn mind." He reached out and cupped your face in his hand, slowly running his thumb over your full lips. You lightly bit it and drew it into your mouth and he groaned.

" Fuuck-" he threw his head back and you pounced. You kissed his neck, throat , chest , slithering your way down his body until you were between his legs, on your knees before him. You worked quickly at his belt, his pants, pulling and tugging until they were down on the floor and finally his cock was free. You locked eyes with him , licked the tip then slowly took him into your mouth.

" Jesus Christ Princess, f- fuck," he stuttered as you bobbed your head, back and forth , slowly taking him fully in,running your tongue along the underside of his penis,swirling then pulling off with a pop. You kitten licked the tip, lapping at him,then running your tongue along his shaft.The moans spilling from his mouth were making your panties wet.

" You look so fucking gorgeous with your pretty mouth around my cock. Fu- fuck."

You pulled back, switching to your hand , slowly stroking as you looked directly into his gorgeous eyes." Do you want more, my darling Mr.Munson? "

"Mmmmmm.-" he said , biting his lip.

" I need you to use your words baby," you teased." What do you want? What do you want me to do-"

" Fuck me, please-" he panted.

" Alright, my sweet boy." You got to your feet and stood above him.

He reached forward and unclasped your bra, watching it fall to the floor then leaning forward , sitting on the edge of his throne , he took your breast into his mouth.

It was your turn to groan as he licked and sucked, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses from your breast to your navel. It gave you goosebumps.

He hooked his thumbs around your panties and pulled them down. "Please," he mumbled into your tummy." I need to be inside you."

You tilted his chin up and leaned down to kiss his lips. When you pulled away you spun around, facing away from him, straddling him,slowly lowering yourself down onto his perfect cock. You gasped, he was so deep from this angle, you were so full.

" Oh god, Eddie. You feel incredible."

He pressed his chest into your back, you could feel his rapid heartbeat,his face nuzzled into your hair, one hand reaching around to fondle your breast, the other sliding between your slick folds and circling the bud inside.

" Your so wet for me." He whispered, his breath hot on your neck as he drove up into you. You both groaned.

" Feels so good Eddie, so fucking good." You rocked your hips and when that wasn't enough you bounced up and down at an unrelenting pace, you needed it, you needed that sweet release. You had wanted this, wanted him from the second you stepped out and saw him in that suit.

He bucked his hips wildly, slamming into that soft spot deep inside you , you fought to hold back your cry. You could feel the wave of ecstasy wash over you as you whimpered his name." Eddie, Eddie, oh Eddie,"

A low growl came out from deep within his chest, you could feel the vibration on your back. He dragged his teeth lightly across your skin and he gently bit your shoulder, a moan escaping your lips, sending him spiraling over the edge.

You pressed back against him , panting, your legs screaming from the workout you gave them, but the burn worth it as his arms wrapped around you. He brushed your hair aside and placed soft kisses along your neck and your back then snuggled in. " I love you so fucking much Sweetheart. " he nibbled on your ear ." Thank you for defending my honor, your fucking hot when your heated."

You giggled." Oh course Baby, I would do anything for you. I love you."

He pulled you close one last time." I suppose we should be getting back, people are going to wonder where we went."

" I suppose you are right." You sighed, exiting his lap. You searched the floor for your dress , bra and panties, dressing as you found each article of clothing. Once Eddie was sufficiently dressed you flipped on the light switch and gasped. " Oh no Baby!"

" What?" Eddie asked a look of concern on his face.

You smirked and pointed to his chest. There were red lip prints trailing from his neck all the way down to his belt. " I , uh , forgot about the lip gloss."

Eddie smiled as he looked down." I shall wear them as a badge of honor, 'tis a great privilege to wear the mark of a lady as beautiful and enchanting as you." He picked up your hand and kissed it, then winked and flashed you a devilish smile.

" Your incorrigible." You smiled back.

He bowed dramatically then took the band out of his hair and shook his head, his curls tumbling over his shoulders.

You wrapped a curl around your finger than gave it a little tug, winked back then started buttoning up his shirt with your nimble fingers. When you got two from the top he stopped you.

" I'm not putting that fucking tie back on. I was sophisticated Eddie Munson long enough." He tucked his shirt back into his pants.

" Still pretty fucking sexy if you ask me." You leaned in and kissed his full lips again. You chuckled as you pulled away ." I must look like a mess. I need to find a bathroom and make myself presentable."

" You look fucking fantastic," he grabbed your ass and pulled you against him again. He kissed the tip of your nose and leaned his forehead against yours."That was easily the best experience I have ever had in this room."

You smiled. " Your welcome Dungeon Master."

Eddie slapped your ass." Come on beautiful." He shoved his tie in his pocket, took your hand and draped his suit coat over your shoulders. When he got to the doorway he turned and looked at the room one last time then flipped the light switch off.

You cleaned yourself up in the nearest girls room, fixed your hair with a clip and reapplied your makeup, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face.

When you reached the gymnasium you made your way back over to the table where your friends were sitting.

" Jesus Christ Munson, did you get lost? This school isn't that big." Steve stared at Eddie a second." Wait a fucking minute. Weren't you wearing a tie? Wasn't your hair back?"

" Your so observant Harrington."Eddie smirked.

" Is that, lip stick on your chest? " Steve lowered his voice." Did you two have sex? Like here in the school? "

Nancy backhanded Steve." That's none of your business, nosey!"

" A true gentleman doesn't kiss and tell Harrington."

You could feel a blush warm your cheeks. You heard a slow song playing in the background, " Baby, will you dance with me?"

" Absolutely, Love." He slung an arm around your shoulder and walked you to the dance floor, Steve and Nancy following close behind.

You didn't speak as he wrapped his arms around you, you just moved around the floor in comfortable silence, again enjoying the closeness. You watched as Steve spun Nancy around,you watched her smile, then wave for Robin to come over and cut in.

You watched as eyebrows raised as people recognized Eddie, watched as women slowly looked him over then looked back back at their husbands. It made you giggle into his chest and it made him hold you closer.

The rest of the night was more dancing, and reminiscing, Eddie making casual conversation to people that came over, curious to see what he was up to these days, apologizing for their shitty behavior in their youth. At the end of the night the five of you walked out of the school and down to the parking lot, laughing,feet sore and totally exhausted but happy that you had attended.

" So Sweetheart," Eddie whispered in your ear," What do you say when we get back , we pop a bottle of wine and soak in that amazing tub-"

" Hey Freak!"

Eddie groaned and shook his head. "Fucking Carver, just has to get in the last fucking word-"

Jason stepped out from beside his car, Chrissy again looking absolutely mortified." Jason let's go!"

" Wait a minute Chrissy, I have unfinished business here with the fucking freak of Hawkins."

" Uh Eddie? " Steve walked up beside him. " Do you want me to take care of him?"

" No, I got it."

" I'll be your backup."

" Ok Harrington." Eddie stepped infront of you protectively." I already told you Carver, we have no unfinished business, I'm over it, I've moved on-"

" Oh look, he's going to be a man and not sic his little guard dog on me-"

You peeked around from behind Eddie, knowing full well that he was referring to you,but he held you back with his hand.

" What the fuck did you just say about my girl? " Eddie said through gritted teeth.

Jason smirked, knowing he had struck a nerve ." I said that I'm glad to see that you put your guard dog back in her cage-"

Before anyone could register what was happening Eddie hauled off and nailed Jason right in the nose. Chrissy screamed, Jason landed on the ground with an "Oof", and Steve hollered " Holy Shit!"

You held onto Eddie as he shook out his hand." Fuck! " he looked over at Chrissy who was knelt down beside Jason." I'm uh , sorry Chrissy."

She sighed and looked up at Eddie." It's been a long time coming. I'm surprised it took you this long to knock his fucking lights out." She took some tissues out of her purse and dabbed at his nose as he sat dazed for a moment. "You should probably get out of here."

" Do you need any help getting him to the car?"

" I got it slugger." Steve pat Eddie on the back." It's about damn time."

Nancy went over and stood with Chrissy while Steve helped Jason up and into his car. Jason glared at Eddie and started to say something when Robin leaned over." You just got knocked the fuck out Carver. I'd say if you were a smart man you would just let it go."

You looked up at Eddie and then waved goodbye to the others as you closed the gap to Eddie's car. " Thank you for defending my honor."

He smiled down at you" Of course, I would do anything for you baby. I love you." He kissed the top of your head then opened the door for you." Can I be totally straight with you?"

" Always." You sat down in your seat and he closed the door for you.

He walked around and climbed in. “ I have been dreaming of beating his ass for years, but honestly it was anti climatic, and it kinda hurt my hand, he’s got a fucking hard head.”

You laugh.” My poor baby.” You take his hand and kissed his knuckles.” I bet I know of a way I can make you forget all about your hand. And I PROMISE that you will get the climax you are hoping for.”

Eddie smiled and started the car and the engine purred.” Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

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