#it’s just funny that they picked the worst possible person for him to play off of
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Achilles' Heel
pairing: (aged up) pro hero!Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader
word count: 10.2k
synopsis: You and Bakugo aren't dating, so you can't be really mad when he's toying with you. What you can be, though, is miserable. Especially when you get laid off from work. And to whose else's arms can you run into other than the person who's hurting you the most.
tags: 18+, adult content, fem!reader, fem gendered pronouns and pet names, angst, so much fucking angst, baby trapping, unprotected sex, dumbification, masturbation, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talking, oral sex (male and female receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, impact play, unrequited love, reader and other people smoke, reader has crippling mommy issues and self-isolates, the worst possible decisions ever made at all times, toxicity contest between reader and Bakugo i guess
an: crossposted on ao3. reader makes decisions so bad i wanted to smack her head against concrete all the time. if you're reading this for the smut i suggest you skip this one, it's not centered around it. it was pain in the ass to write bakugo’s direct speech but if it doesn’t make sense from an accent standpoint i’m begging you let me know and i’ll adjust it. and as always, english is my second language so if you spot any mistakes or even typos pls let me know.
“I get that he was like… busy, and probably exhausted after, but he could’ve sent me a message at least, you know?”
“Yeah, I’ve been telling you he’s a dick.”
Your best friend inhaled the cold autumn air through the tobacco and filter in their cigarette, filling their lungs with smoke before exhaling it, letting it mix with the breeze.
“He’s not a dick… there’s just a lot on his plate.” You tried defending him, but even to your own ears, the words that had left your mouth sounded pathetic and feeble. “God knows how I would’ve acted if I had his job.”
You were looking down at your own hands, playing with the handle of the mug that was now empty, the coffee in it long gone. You didn’t even have to look up to know that your friend was giving you a dirty look.
To be fair, they weren't completely wrong. You still couldn’t get behind their words – a dick – but you more or less agreed with their general idea: he wasn’t treating you right and you deserved better.
Knowing and realising all that, you still couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.
“You would’ve been honest and communicated.” They took another drag through their cigarette. “And he should be too. If he wants to keep a relationship.”
The truth was, he had a demanding job. Being a pro hero and saving people’s lives almost every single day was taxing. Not only physically, but also mentally. You understood that. You had let him know that you understood.
Still, as your friend said, and even as your own head was telling you, wanting him to communicate his needs and intentions beforehand was the bare minimum. Not even letting a problem arise and preventing it. Because he should have cared.
The thing that hurt you the most was that it hadn’t always been like that.
At the start, when you two met, he was attentive. Funny. Kind. Charming. You were sure he was still the same person, only not towards you. Not anymore, at least.
You entertained your friend and they tried to distract you from your own thoughts for about another hour before you both got up and went separate ways, counting on seeing each other sometime in the next two weeks again. Not that any of you could make it longer without seeing each other.
You decided to take the longer walk home, hop to a small market on your way and buy some necessities you needed. Maybe pick up something small to treat yourself.
Your heels were clapping on the sidewalk loudly, your tempo moderate. Your feet hurt after spending the entire day in your heels and once again you cursed yourself for choosing this type of footwear when you had known you would have to spend an entire day in them. There was a huge blister forming on your right Achilles, you were sure.
You fished your phone from your purse without even thinking about it, your thumbs moving on the screen as if they’d had a mind of their own. Or maybe it was a muscle memory at this point.
You opened the messages app on your phone and stared at the screen. Maybe hoping that if you stared long and hard enough, you would somehow manifest his response. Or maybe he would even open and read the message instead of leaving you on delivered.
I’m sorry to hear that! You really should take a few days off, you deserve it :(
Pathetic.
Scoffing at yourself you put your phone back into your purse and entered the small market. After greeting the lady who owned the shop you grabbed a basket and started browsing the isles.
You liked this market. The owner was aloof, she never asked you personal questions. You had been going here for long enough for the lady to remember you, you were one of the regular customers, yet she treated you like a stranger every time.
You appreciated that. This kind of curtness.
You began your usual route around the small store – a route you’d walked so many times you would be able to walk it with a scarf around your eyes without bumping into a single thing.
You idly strolled through the shop, picking up the stuff you needed.
Toast bread.
A premade sandwich with cheese, ham, and cucumber.
Spam ham.
Canned fish.
A few packets of instant ramen.
Cheap coffee.
Two single rolls of toilet paper.
Two bottles of soju.
Your feet stopped once you were in front of the register. You put the basket on the counter with a tiny smile and waited for the owner to scan the items.
Your eyes slid from the small woman to the stand next to the register, where the magazines were, all kinds together. The serious ones and the ones that just wrote about celebrity gossip. Living and lifestyle ones. Ones for teenagers. Weekly sudokus and crossword puzzles.
You weren’t the same scared, shy, uncertain intern as you were a few years ago. You’ve earned your place in the publishing company; you were a proper columnist at that point. So when your boss had assigned you the interview with the pro hero that would be the main feature of the next issue, you had been elated and had readily accepted the task. You had been sure this would help further your career. Maybe help you get a raise.
As you had soon learned, you might have been a good columnist, but you were still very much naive. You hadn’t gotten a raise. Nor had the feature helped the career.
What you’ve gotten out of the interview, however, was your phone number in Dynamight’s phone.
“Thanks for the interview, it was great.” You smiled and closed your laptop right after saving the file.
“No, ya were great.”
You laughed a little, bashful, a quiet ‘thank you’ leaving your lips as you put your laptop into its case and into your faux leather bag that was resting against the chair you were sitting in.
“I mean it,” he leaned back in his luxurious office chair, his elbows resting on the arms of the seat. “Most of the interviews I do are real uncomfortable. People love bein�� nosy and invadin’ my fuckin’ privacy.”
“You can’t blame them,” you grinned. “Of course, they wanna know everything about one of the most popular heroes.”
“And ya?” He asked after a slight pause and butted his chin in your direction.
“Me?”
“D’ya wanna know everythin’ ‘bout the most popular hero?”
You didn’t miss the way he changed ‘one of the most popular’ to ‘most popular’. Shameless.
“Uhm,” you bit your lower lip, not really sure what to answer.
“Lemme take ya out.”
You couldn’t deny his attractiveness. His cockiness and the roughness around the edges were more alluring than you would like to admit.
“Okay.” You breathed out and gave him a nervous smile.
Were you ready to go on a date with a pro hero though?
“Sorry?” You apologised to the woman when you realised she had said something.
She repeated the total price to you.
Oh, right.
You fumbled with your purse a little and fished out your wallet.
“Could you please add a bag to that?”
The woman grabbed one plastic bag from under the counter and put it on top of the things you purchased, not bothering to bag them.
“Actually… I would also like some cigarettes. And a lighter.” You put your wallet on the counter and started bagging the groceries yourself.
“What kind?” Was all she said, but you didn’t miss the judgy look she gave you.
“Gold Marlboro.”
She turned around to retrieve the cigarette box and basic, plastic lighter in a bright blue colour and handed them to you.
You finished bagging your stuff quickly, paid for it and with a goodbye exited the market.
A silent groan left your lips when you felt the rocky cement underneath your feet again, the back of your shoe digging into your Achilles more than before. The blister was going to be a big one.
The rest of the route to your home was uneventful. Thankfully. Once you opened the front door of the crappy building where you lived, you stood in front of the elevator.
It was old, unreliable, and just barely held together. This is why you usually took the stairs, but the painful cushion filled with fluid made you reconsider your actions. You looked from the elevator to your feet. It was either the stairs which would abuse your blister even more, or the risky elevator.
You sighed as you carefully stepped out of the heels.
“Shit.”
The blister that formed on your Achilles during the day must have popped and was now bleeding. Your entire heel and the inside of your shoe were stained with red that was slowly turning brown; the edges were crusty and flaking.
“Great.”
You bent down to pick up the bloody shoes in your free hand and started walking up the stairs. The stone and occasional tiles of the floor were just a tad too cool on your soles but you didn’t necessarily mind the sensation. It felt nice on your slightly swollen feet after the entire day.
Once you made it to the seventh floor – your floor – you stopped in front of the door to your apartment, and with a loud bang let the shoes fall from your hand to the floor. The bag with your groceries followed suit and soon you were trying to fish out your keys from your faux leather shoulder bag.
Your phone started vibrating, set on silent mode. Scrambling to quickly pick it up, you found your phone in record time and checked the caller’s ID, hoping to find a certain hero’s name on the display.
Your eyebrows furrowed a little when you found out it was your mother calling you. Inhaling deeply and breathing out through your nose, you slid your finger over the screen and put the phone against your ear.
“Hi, mom!” Your voice was too high-pitched as you greeted her. You leaned your head heavily to the side and squished the phone between your ear and your shoulder to keep your hand empty.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
You pulled a face at the pet name. You hated loving it.
“Mom, I’m sorry, but I’m really busy right now. Is it important?” You slightly fumbled with your bag as you kept trying to find your keys.
“Oh, no, I just wanted to call and ask how you’re doing,” you could hear the smile in her voice.
“I’m doing fine! Listen, would it be alright if I call you tomorrow? I’ve got a lot of things I still gotta do today.” You were lying through your teeth.
It took only a few more seconds of conversation with her, and you both agreed on a call the next day when you ‘have more time’. You tossed the phone in your bag and rummaged through all the things once again before you found your keys in the bottom corner of your bag and unlocked the door.
First, you walked into the small and cramped hall of your apartment and put down your purse, then just halfway stepped out of your flat to retrieve your shoes and finally the bag with groceries.
Eventually, you closed and locked the door behind you, the grocery bag in your arms as you stepped into the apartment that was way too small to even fit a single person. Not even two steps later you were in your living room and bedroom and after three more steps and turning the corner twice you were standing in the ‘kitchen’. ‘Kitchen’ with quotation marks, because the very few cabinets with a sink and without a proper oven could hardly count as a regular kitchen.
The apartment was horrible. It was in a worse part of town – not necessarily the worst, but bad enough. The prefabricated block of flats was old and in desperate need of renovation; the plaster on the outside of the building was slowly crumbling, the insolation was thinner than the walls between apartments, the pipes were rusty, and you heard that several neighbours of yours from lower levels had complained about mould.
Most of the people here, except for a few old grandmas and young women around your age, were unfriendly. The neighbours, with whom you shared one of the living room walls, were too loud.
Oftentimes, there were strange smells, ones you could not identify or describe. Whether they were lingering in the hall of the building or, for some godforsaken reason, in your own flat, they always lasted only a couple of hours.
During your walks up and down the stairs to get to or from work, you’d meet people who’d make you cross the street if you met them in the city at night. They were mostly younger men with pronounced eyebags and a strut that was either overconfident or not confident enough.
The only reason you stayed there was because it was cheap and the commute to your work from here was alright. Even with a salary that was too low for the job you did, you were able to afford it and even save a little bit of money on the side for any possible emergencies.
You set the grocery bag on the counter and went back into the hall to take your probably ruined shoes, bringing them to your minuscule bathroom and setting them on the floor in your shower, deciding on trying to salvage them later.
On your way back to the living room you took your work bag with you. Opening the window first and letting the cold autumn breeze in, you sat down on the couch and fished around in your bag once again, looking for the cigarettes and lighter that you put separately into your purse. Once you found it, you chucked the bag without any care on the floor and leaned back on the couch, putting your bare feet up on the coffee table.
You hissed as the raw meat on the back of your heel came into contact with the old glass top of the table that needed some proper cleaning, but ultimately did nothing to alleviate the pain. Instead, you took a single cigarette out of the package and rested it between your lips, inhaling at the same time as your fingers brought the fire from the lighter to life.
You left the cigarette hung from your mouth, held by your dry lips, and leaned your head back, your hands splayed on the sides of your body.
The fact was, you were exhausted.
And you didn’t even have a good reason for it.
Sure, work sucked. You worked like a dog only to be constantly overlooked and not earn enough. You were lying to your own mother every time you talked, pretending you were much more successful than you actually were, trying to get on her good side and receive any bit of praise. You hated living in your apartment. You were seeing a man who probably didn’t feel the same about you as you did about him.
The only good thing was your high school friend, always by your side and ready to lend a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen.
Maybe you should go see a therapist.
You closed your eyes and deeply breathed in the stale air that refused to move even with the window opened through the tobacco and filter. You wondered what Bakugo was doing right now. Maybe he was working on the paperwork in his office, sitting behind the big, wooden table that you’d once seen. Or maybe he was out, patrolling with one of his sidekicks, walking in the streets. Maybe he was covered with fake sweat, flexing his muscles for a shoot for another men's magazine.
Your mind lingered on the image of that.
His healthily tanned skin taut over his herculean muscles, the drops of water rolling down and creating a web of moisture, leaving goosebumps behind.
You pressed your thighs together, putting a small amount of pressure on the nether part of your body.
You thought back to all the passionate moments you’d spent with the pro hero. Bakugo might have been getting on your nerves lately due to his behaviour but he was an exceptional lover. He was the best you’d ever had, not that you would admit it out loud. That fiery personality of his projected itself well in the bedroom.
You brought your hand to the cigarette between your lips, took it away from the dry skin and shook off the stack of ash that was growing bigger and bigger at the end of the tobacco. Even though the hot ash landed on the floor covered by very cheap linoleum that was slowly peeling in some corners, you didn’t care.
“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight, princess,” Bakugo was panting above you, the drops of sweat rolling down his forehead, neck, and chest and occasionally landing on your damp skin.
Your pussy was drooling on his dick, your juices wet on your inner thighs as well as his entire crotch and lower abdomen. He was bullying your body with his cock, repeatedly slamming it in and out of you at a fast pace.
“Katsuki,” you pleaded. You didn’t even know what you were asking him — to slow down? To change the angle? To fuck you harder? Your brain was a mush at that point and all you could think about was him, him, him.
“Not my name, sweetheart,” he grinned and slapped the top of your cunt with his hand, successfully hitting your clit.
You winced and tried to comprehend what he just said to you. Once the words registered, you corrected your mistake.
“Dyna- Dynamight!” His hero name on your lips was cut in half by your gasp.
“There we go.” He praised you. He didn’t move his hands from your hips when he angled them more, making your back arch and your pussy more open for him. “Your pussy fits me like a fuckin’ glove.”
Your head was swimming from all the sensations. Bakugo’s dirty talking, his hot breath hitting your calves while your legs were propped up on his shoulders, the blunt nails on his fingers digging into the skin of your hips, the tip of his dick dragging along your warm walls while he made sure you could feel him for several days to come.
“Look at ya,” he continued. “My dick feels so good’ya can’t even think, huh? Did I fuck ya dumb, princess?” There was a mocking tone to his voice while he talked.
In a normal situation, if you were having sex with anybody else, you would’ve been embarrassed. Both about the mocking and also about the fact that he was right. To be fair, none of your exes were able to fuck you good enough to get you into this state. But with Bakugo you couldn’t even manage to form thoughts coherent enough to feel the embarrassment at the moment.
“Dynamight,” was all you managed to let slip from your lips.
With the cigarette still between your lips, you unbuttoned your trousers and pushed your dominant hand under the fabric of your panties, the tight cotton sandwiching your fingers between the textile and your cunt.
You circled your entrance to gather some moisture, your pussy just starting to get wet. With the now slick pad of your finger, you moved it upward, tucking it a little underneath the hood to touch your clit directly.
Breathing out cigarette smoke from your nostrils, you leaned your head back, resting it against the headrest of your couch. With your eyes closed and a gentle sigh leaving your lips, you started moving the finger in circular motions.
“That’s right, princess.”
Your eyes were watering as you tried to swallow around the thickness of his cock in your throat.
“Fuck yeah, just like that.” His grip on your hair tightened. You were running out of air and fighting your gag reflex when you put your palms on his strong thighs, ready to tap out at the last second in case you needed to. “Choke on my dick.”
Your nose scrunched up against the neatly trimmed pubes as you gagged hard and you quickly tapped his thigh. Bakugo didn’t release your hair, instead, he tugged your head backwards so you would get him out of your mouth quickly. Your lips were red and swollen, covered in your own spit and as well as his precum, parted as you panted for air. Two tears rolled down both of your cheeks as you looked up at the man standing in front of you.
“Good girl,” he sadistically grunted through his gritted teeth. “You’re such a good slut for me, aren’t ya?”
You closed your eyes as he gently, almost affectionately, slapped your cheek a few times.
“Open,” was all he said as he pushed two fingers into your mouth, reaching so far into your throat it made you gag again.
You grabbed the butt of the cigarette with your hand that wasn’t down your pants and leaned over to your coffee table to put it out against the glass. Leaving the butt there, you reclined against the couch once again, moving your finger from your clit back to your entrance, adding a second one to cover them both in your wetness and pushing them inside of you, immediately targeting your g-spot.
“Don’t stop.”
Bakugo’s hand on your hip helped with guiding your movements, effectively pushing you up and down on his cock as you rode him. You were so close to him your nipples were rubbing against his chest with every motion and you were practically breathing each other’s air. The tip of him was deep inside of you and rubbed against your g-spot each time you moved. Your arms were resting on his shoulders. One hand was leaning your weight against his trapezius and the other one against the god-awfully expensive leather sofa of his which you were probably staining now.
“Fuck,” he groaned so quietly you were only able to hear him thanks to the proximity. “You’re mine, do you understand?” His other hand, which wasn’t holding your hip but was snaked around your waist and pushing in between your shoulder blades so that you would be close to him, moved upwards and firmly, but not forcefully, squeezed the back of your neck. The gesture only made you feel that much closer to him. You nodded your head as fast as you could, but that was not enough of an answer for him.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.”
There was a certain desperation in his voice. Desperation that you heard for the first time with him.
“I’m yours.”
The words silently left your lips with a puff of air following suit. Bakugo wasted no time and kissed your lips passionately, seemingly putting all his feelings into it.
But you knew better.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
The buzz of your phone vibrating in your bag next to the sofa disrupted you.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” You let out an angry grunt.
You debated not picking it up and calling whoever it was that interrupted you later, but decided against it when you felt a considerable amount of guilt in your throat. What if it was important?
You quickly pulled your hand out of your trousers and wiped your wet fingers on your blouse, leaving shiny, sticky splotches behind. Fumbling with the bag a little, you managed to find your phone just in time, not even looking at the caller ID as you swiped your finger against the screen and put it against your ear.
“Hey.”
Your body froze a little at the sound of the unusually cheery voice on the other end. He must have had a pretty good day, judging by his tone.
“Uh, hi.”
“Ya busy?”
You straightened on the sofa and tried to clear your throat as discreetly as possible.
“No, I was just cooking, sorry.” Lie.
“Cool. Listen, we haven’t seen each other for a while so I wanted to call ya.”
“That’s nice of you.” Bare. Fucking. Minimum.
“Yeah. I can’t really talk now, I’m ‘bout to go grab a few beers with my mates. I’ll call ya later, so we can talk properly, yeah?”
“Oh, sure.” You turned your head to look at the clock on the wall in your kitchen. It was already nearing eight o’clock, just how late did he mean to call?
“Alright. I’ll talk to ya later.”
He ended the call sooner than you could say goodbye.
Your hand that was holding the phone to your ear fell limply against the couch with the device still between your fingers. You didn’t know if his call made you feel happy or even more pathetic.
It was good that he called you, right? He obviously wanted to check up on you. And also promised to call you again later.
So why were you feeling like this? Where did this feeling come from?
You gulped the saliva that gathered between your teeth and the flesh of your cheek, accidentally swallowing a bit of air as well.
No, you thought to yourself. He was trying. That was good enough for you. For now.
You raised your hand with your phone again and unlocked it, opening a food delivery app. You debated between classic pizza and maybe something healthier, but your finger ultimately landed on the pizza picture on your screen, successfully tapping it into the cart. You chose the address for delivery and type of payment and locked your phone.
Releasing a deep breath, you stood up and with your phone still in your hand walked the few steps to your bed. The pizza was supposed to be delivered in 30-60 minutes. Might as well masturbate properly with your vibrator in the meantime.
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After giving yourself two orgasms, eating the entire pizza and drinking several shots of soju, you fell asleep on your sofa just a few minutes after midnight. Bakugo didn’t call.
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It was several days later that you heard from him again. This time, he didn’t even bother with calling you; he decided that two texts would suffice.
hey, sorry for not calling you the other day, i got wasted
you wanna see each other sometime again? ;)
‘That’s not a proper apology. Send him to hell.’ your friend replied when you sent them a screenshot of said messages.
You were sitting behind the desk you were assigned at work, your hands idly resting on the keyboard of your computer, but your eyes were glued to your phone that lay locked next to your cup of coffee. You should send him a reply.
“Do you have a minute?”
You jerked in your seat involuntarily, the sudden proximity of the voice effectively scaring you. Your blood rushed to your cheeks, heating your face, when you realised you were caught slacking off.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You replied to your boss, not exactly enthusiastically.
“Great.” He gave you a fake smile that didn’t reach his eyes and quickly left his lips and tapped the side of your cubicle a few times before he turned around and started walking towards his office, obviously expecting you to follow.
You cleared your throat and got up from your seat, tugged your pencil skirt down a little and followed him as quickly as you could in the garment that was sexy and elegant, but also restrictive.
You closed the door once you stepped into the personal office that was separated by glass walls from the rest of the cubicles where you and your colleagues worked.
“Sit down.” Your boss moved his hand in the general direction of the seat that was positioned in front of his desk.
The table was made of a grey and white particle board, as well as all the desks you and others worked on. The carpet in his office was originally the same shade of dark blue as the rest of the entire floor, but was less walked on and therefore managed to retain its colour better than the carpet in the rest of the space.
The window behind his back that you were facing and that he liked to stare out of so often was as bleak as it always is this time of the year. The strange shift between autumn and winter when the weather gets even colder and the days even shorter, when you usually reach for your second-hand wool coat before leaving your apartment.
“We need to talk.”
You were fucked.
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Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you held the phone in your hand.
When are you free? We need to talk.
A small part of you wished Bakugo cared about you enough to actually get stressed after reading your message. But the more rational part of you knew that that wasn’t the case. The pro-hero with a super-inflated ego wouldn’t get anxious due to a mildly threatening message from an average journalist who had had his balls in her mouth not so long ago.
Unemployed journalist.
You debated calling your mother but ultimately decided against it. You weren’t in the headspace to deal with that kind of phone call.
You also considered calling your friend.
You didn’t, though.
You knew they would pity you. You didn’t want people to pity you. You just needed somebody to listen. And maybe a hug. But none of the people you were in contact with or that were in your life would ever just listen.
So you were left all alone with all these feelings that felt just too heavy on your chest. A lead that made it hard to breathe, a lead that your muscles had to actively fight against to fill your lungs with much-needed air. A lead that made you drag your feet against the pavement.
Your phone buzzed in your hand.
this thursday at 5pm, come to my apartment
You didn’t even open the message to properly read it, your eyes just skimmed over the message in the notification on your lock screen before you stuffed the electronic device in your bag once again.
Good, you thought for yourself. You had three days to somewhat get your shit together before visiting him. As much as you had feelings for a certain pro-hero, you were not about to let him see you like this.
Especially not since you were determined to end whatever the weird situationship between the two of you was.
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You rested the back of your head against the cool mirror behind you. The extra thick layer of concealer underneath your eyes to hide the dark circles was slowly creasing even though you’d used enough powder to set it… you could almost feel it.
The Visine in your eyes to make them appear whiter and not like you cried just this morning felt unnatural – too watery and a tiny bit stingy when you closed your eyes for long enough.
Your thought process? Don’t let him see your weakness. Don’t look like you actually care about this ‘relationship’. Could you even call it that? Could you call this situationship a relationship when he kept you secret from the public and his friends as well? When all he ever wanted to do with you lately was to fuck you?
The odd smell of the hairspray that you had used deliberately to keep your hair bouncy was almost palpable in the air, even though you used quite a lot of perfume. Those two smells as well as the lingering stench of a cigarette you smoked earlier combined were almost suffocating you, pressing down on your person, making you feel smaller and smaller.
The supposedly calming music that was playing in the elevator was paradoxically making you even more nervous.
The trousers you decided to wear that day made your ass look extra good, but cut into your stomach every time you sat down – a decision you, again, made on purpose. To get it over with quicker. You can’t even really sit down with these on. Plus, obviously, it wouldn’t be bad to remind him what he was going to lose, right? One last look at your ass was all you were going to grant him.
Saying that you were uncomfortable was an understatement.
You lost your job just a few days ago. It was clear to you you’d have to consider moving soon; the shitty apartment you lived in was cheap, but not cheap enough to keep while unemployed. And now, on top of your job and an apartment, you were about to lose him.
Maybe it was a good thing, though. Even though he made you feel like you were on cloud nine in the beginning, showering you with affection and spending most of his free time with you, lately all you’d been getting from whatever was happening between you two was stress and anxiety. Self-doubt. More insecurities.
Besides, were you really going to lose him? Could a person lose something they’ve never had in the first place?
Your mind wandered on its own to your favourite memory with him. It was still quite fresh, you could remember it as if it had happened a few days ago, even though in reality it had been weeks.
Your head resting on Bakugo’s thigh, the sound of the television and the feeling of his fingers playing with your hair inevitably lulling you to sleep. Your belly was comfortably full thanks to the amazing dinner Bakugo had cooked for you.
“You’re sleepin’.”
“Am not.” You replied, but you could hear it in your own voice, the tiredness and how you slightly slurred your words, your eyes still closed. His smell and proximity was just making you feel so, so safe.
A sigh left your lips as your hand moved on its own and started rummaging in the small purse that you’d brought with you. The fluorescent light in the elevator did nothing to flatter your appearance, quite the opposite, actually. You found the lip gloss you were wearing that day in the depths of your bag and reapplied it generously. You gave yourself another look in the mirror as you stuffed the small thing back into the bag.
God, it looked like you’d tried too hard.
Quickly, with only a few stories left, you tried to card your fingers through your hair to make them messier and ruin your appearance a little. Your hand flew to your lips to wipe off all the gloss you’d just put on as the door of the elevator opened to Bakugo’s floor.
You hesitantly stepped inside of the apartment and took off your shoes, the elevator door closing behind you. Leaving your coat and scarf on the hanger that was situated in the dead end of the hallway, you then stepped in the other direction to actually get further into the flat.
Your feet were quiet on the overpriced Persian runner rug, so you called his name to announce your arrival.
“Hey.”
You were looking directly at his back as you walked into the more open space and the centre of the floor. With his back to you and broad shoulders covered by a simple oversized black hoodie, he was standing right in front of a kitchen counter, probably mixing something judging by the sound of it.
“Hi.” You replied, your voice lacking the usual enthusiasm that laced it whenever you were with him. You put your purse on the couch in the living area and walked closer to where Bakugo was standing.
“Hope you’re hungry.” He said without raising his head or really looking at you.
When you came close enough, you were actually able to see what he was cooking – tamagoyaki.
“Not really.” You’d kill for some tamagoyaki at that moment, to be honest. “I'm not planning on staying long, actually.” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned your weight against the kitchen counter, resting your hip against it.
“Hm.” Was all he said.
You watched as he poured another part of the egg mixture into the pan, helping it spread by tilting the metal and sort of pushing the liquid with chopsticks.
Bakugo was an amazing chef. You’d asked him about it when you were eating curry rice during one of the occasions that you’d visited his flat and his response was a grunt and cookin’s not that hard.
“You know why I’m here, right?” You asked.
You hoped that he would say it first. Yer leavin’ me. You had prayed that he would say it, make it easier for you. Spare you from having to force air over your vocal cords and formulate the sounds with your tongue and lips.
He didn’t.
The silence stretched on as he seemingly minded his business, rolling the tamagoyaki into a perfect little roll and adding more egg mixture.
“I can’t…” You started but cut yourself off. You gave it another thought before you started again. “This has to end.”
Bakugo didn’t move a single muscle to indicate any sort of reaction he might’ve had. You watched him finally move as he took two bowls out of his kitchen cabinet and nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen aisle.
“Siddown, food’s almost ready.”
He started filling the bowls with steaming rice straight from the rice cooker while the egg was frying on the pan.
“I said I’m not hungry. I’m not here to eat.”
“And I didn’ ask.”
“Stop treating me like a child.” Anger was gathering in the pit of your stomach, twisting it more than it already was.
“Then stop actin’ like one.”
A moment of silence.
You were speechless.
A lump formed in your throat, successfully gagging you and preventing you from defending yourself. You could feel them, the tears forming in your eyes, threatening to fall over your lower lash line and roll down your cheeks.
“Please, siddown so ya can eat your food.”
You swallowed around the tightness in your throat and just nodded your head, not trusting your voice to keep steady. Without another word, you walked around the kitchen aisle and sat down on one of the tall bar stools, resting your forearms on the cold granite countertop. The stone was cold enough to sting your already cold skin, goosebumps forming on your arms.
After not even two minutes the meal appeared in front of you – a bowl of rice, another bowl of miso soup with tofu, a plate filled with cut tamagoyaki and a small bowl of steamed spinach with garlic.
“Eat up,” Bakugo said as he put his own bowls and plate on the countertop, sitting next to you.
The food was warm, filling your tummy with a nice feeling.
“It’s delicious.” You complimented after a few careful bites. You meant it.
“It’s alright.”
Ever the critic. Even when it comes to himself.
The two of you were eating in silence, only the sounds of chewing and slurping filling the air.
Bakugo raised his eyes from his meal when he noticed your reluctance to continue eating about halfway through the meal.
“Why aren’ ya eatin’?”
You could hear the disapproval in his voice. Not worry, not even concern. Just disapproval.
“Uhm,” you started, but couldn’t finish your sentence.
The godforsaken jeans you’d decided to wear were digging into your stomach painfully, to a point where a sharp pain was shooting up your chest. And you filling your belly more wasn’t helping it.
“D’ya not like it?”
“No! No, that’s not it.” You moved a piece of the omelette with your chopsticks around on the plate. “It really is delicious.”
Hmph.
You chewed on your lower lip. Bakugo was obviously unhappy with your answer. He was still staring you down.
“I’m wearing my standing jeans.” You admitted after a few seconds.
“Standin’ jeans.” He repeated, obviously not understanding the term.
“Yeah. Standing jeans. Jeans that look great when you stand up, but you can't really sit down in them because they’re too tight.”
Your laughable reason was met with silence, he was obviously letting you stew in the ridiculousness of it all.
“They’re too tight when I sit down, they dig into my stomach.”
Bakugo blinked at you once before he rolled his eyes and without a word got up and left the kitchen, disappearing in the direction of his bedroom.
You heard some sounds coming from the other side of the flat before he reappeared with grey sweatpants in his hand, handing them to you.
“Change.”
“I’m not going to change into your sweatpants.” You protested, looking at the fabric in his extended hand. “I didn’t even want to stay here. Nor eat your food. Can we just get this over with?”
You were this close to begging him. This close. Begging him to say the final words, those ones you had no guts to really say. Even though they were long overdue.
“Ya look like shit.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ya heard me. Ya look like a’mess. Change'nto those damn sweatpants and finish your food.”
You looked from his face to the sweatpants he was still holding out for you. Reluctantly, you took them and stood up, immediately feeling the relief in your midsection. You walked back into the hallway where you came from and disappeared in the door on the left – Bakugo’s bathroom.
You peeked a look at yourself in the mirror immediately after closing the door behind you. He was right. You looked like shit. The concealer was cakey under your eyes; the foundation was sitting on your skin almost unnaturally, making you look like you were wearing some sort of a mask. The mascara formed spider legs on your lower lash line – where some stray tears had gathered. The Visine you had used obviously wasn’t working.
You could just leave the apartment. Just leave and not look back. Obviously, he would get the hint, right?
Leave and not say a word. Save yourself from the uncomfortable conversation, the uncomfortable feelings that would inevitably bubble up your chest and settle in your throat.
You sighed and put some liquid hand soap in your palm, turning on the water with your other hand. Smearing the soap across your face, you rubbed hard enough to get the mask off your face, so you could feel the inevitable tears on your skin without any barrier between the two. The soap was slightly stinging as it got into your eyes, but it didn’t stop you from rubbing your face with your nails until your skin was all red and the makeup was now underneath your fingernails.
It didn’t matter if you wore your mask or not. Not anymore. He had seen right through it. Might as well bare yourself to him.
Looking up at yourself in the mirror, you saw the black streaks of mascara all over your face, which made you dunk your face into the watery, soapy concoction for longer, until it was running down your forearms and to your elbows, dripping down onto the grey rug on the floor. It didn’t bother you at this point.
You only opened your eyes again when you ran out of breath, now looking at beet-red skin with two bloodshot eyes that were staring back at you in the mirror.
That would do for now.
Opening the drawer underneath the bathroom sink, you knew exactly where to look to find the hair accessories Bakugo kept for all his hookups. Grabbing the ones you needed, you pinned your slightly damp hair out of your face. Stripping off your standing jeans, you folded them neatly into a nice square before you put on the grey sweatpants that were ill-fitting on you.
It didn’t matter now.
Didn’t matter what you looked like.
You sniffled a little and opened the door, emerging into the hallway and letting only the slight taps of your feet announce your entry to the kitchen.
Bakugo looked up from his meal, unphased, and nodded his head to himself.
“Thanks for the sweats.” You put your jeans on the counter to your right, where there was empty space.
“No problem.”
That was actually kind of nice of him.
Your brain whined in your head.
He wasn’t supposed to be nice to you. Not now. Not when you needed a final push to end this. Like a coward.
“Is al’this just ‘cause of me, or did somethin’ else happen?”
You stayed silent for a while, instead putting in your mouth a spoonful of miso soup with a piece of tofu.
Should you be honest with him, or lie?
…It didn’t matter anymore, did it?
“I got fired.”
You stuffed your face with the fried egg.
It was really nice to eat a warm meal after some time. Only now that you were wearing his sweatpants and your entire stomach wasn’t hurting from those damn jeans did you realise how much you actually relished the feeling of warmth filling you up.
“Sorry t’hear that.”
All you replied was a low hum from the back of your throat, continuing to fill the dark, empty space inside of you with the home-cooked meal.
“Ya wanna talk ‘bout it?” He asked after a minute.
You could see in your peripheral that he was looking at you now, pausing his eating.
“Not really.”
After that, the two of you finished eating in silence. Once you accepted that Bakugo knew you weren’t alright, the silence actually turned comfortable.
You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking things over while the two of you were eating. Was this really the last time you’d ever see him? He deserved to get dumped for how badly he had treated you, right?
Maybe he had his reasons. Maybe something in his life happened the same way you got fired just recently?
You shook your head from side to side discreetly as you swallowed down another mouthful. It was too late. You came here for a reason, and that reason was exactly what you were mulling over now.
Don’t be a fucking coward.
It was the right thing to do.
Bakugo treated you as disposable. If that was what you were to him, there was no reason for you to stay.
Were you ready to prove to yourself that you truly were disposable to him, though?
You realised you had been staring at now empty plates and bowls in front of you only when Bakugo’s hand appeared in the picture to collect the dishes.
“Thank you for the food, it was really nice.”
“Hm.”
You stayed seated at the kitchen island as you watched him neatly put the bowls and plates into the dishwasher. It was obvious that he followed a certain system. You didn’t even consider getting up and offering any help. You knew him well enough to know that he would scold you and tell you to sit down again.
Your eyes drifted over his body while he was bending down to put the porcelain away. The way his back muscles moved underneath the fabric, the way the dirty blonde hair at the nape of his neck brushed against the skin.
You could almost feel it. Feel his muscles move under your fingers, taste his skin on the tip of your tongue.
Your eyes followed his movement as he finally turned around once he was done, resting his backside against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes met and your look didn’t falter. It didn’t.
“So ya wanna break up?”
You let him win and looked down at your lap. All you saw was the grey fabric that belonged to him.
“Is it really a break-up if we haven’t even properly dated?” You dared to raise your eyes again.
“Fair enough.”
It was him now that looked down. You won this round.
You were sitting on the bar stool in silence while he was just standing there, in the kitchen, the kitchen island creating sort of a safe barrier between you two. Your fingers were fidgeting in your lap, trying to make your mind focus on anything else than what was really going on in your head.
Don’t say it.
Don’t.
“What happened?”
You winced. You said it.
“Whaddya mean?”
This was a mistake.
You abruptly got up and grabbed your jeans from the countertop. You were leaving in his sweatpants. You’ll send them back to him sometime later.
“Wait.”
You could hear his hurried footsteps following you to the living room area where you collected your purse from the couch.
“Wait, god dammit,” he grabbed your arm and spun you around so you could face him. “What didya mean by that?”
You were staring at the neckline of his hoodie, tears smudging your vision. There was not enough of them to roll over the notional barrier, but enough of them for you to fear that they would.
“What didya mean by that?” He repeated the question. Now that he was so close to you, his voice got much softer. Much quieter.
That along with the smell of his cologne and deodorant made you realise just how much you’d missed him. The emotion filled your body with a strange feeling of sorrow and grief.
His hand left your arm and you craved for his touch to return.
“What happened?” Your voice sounded broken. It felt like it was another person talking rather than you, you couldn’t recognise it. “It was so nice at the start.”
You dared to look up at him, which turned out to be a mistake. The movement sent the drops of salty water over the edge of your waterline. You felt them rolling down your cheeks to your chin where they connected into one and dripped down.
Bakugo’s vermillion eyes followed the movement of the liquid on your face. He almost looked guilty.
“I don’ know whaddya want me t’say.”
“The truth.”
He looked away from you for a few seconds while he put his hands in his pockets. It was clear he was debating it. Whether or not he should really be honest with you.
“You owe me that much.” You encouraged him to talk even though you didn’t want to hear it. You wanted to be anywhere else with anybody else than in his apartment with him. Maybe you were a masochist.
“I used ya.”
Fresh tears started streaming down your face as soon as his words registered in your brain. His saying it out loud made it all too real. If he hadn’t admitted it, you could still pretend it was something else. You could pretend and make yourself feel better about it. When he admitted it you lost the possibility and comfort of gaslighting yourself into thinking he had a good reason.
He had enough sense to look at the floor almost shamefully when he carried on.
“I had a lottov things goin’ on ada time. Ya distracted me from it.”
You blinked harshly to force the water from your eyes out. The gentle gasp for air left your lips even though you tried to fight it, to conceal it from him.
“’M sorry. I thought I could give ya more, ‘cause you’re really nice.”
“Yeah, well… really nice doesn’t seem to cut it, does it?”
You both stood there in silence for a few more beats before you felt his hand on your cheek, his thumb smearing the tear away from underneath your eye.
“Don’t.”
It was a quiet plea, a quiet plea that sounded too much like a whimper, leaving your lips parted after rolling off them.
“I meant what I said.” He pulled his hand away from your cheek, moving it to the other and wiping your tears there as well with the upper side of his index finger. “Ya are nice.”
“Whatever.” You removed your face from his touch, eyes glued to the floor.
“Spend the night.”
Was it an order, or a request? You didn’t know, but the sentence froze your feet to the floor before you could turn and make your exit.
“What?”
“Listen, listen. No funny business. Just, spend the night. Ya can sleep inda guest room.” He added the last sentence almost as an afterthought.
Your eyebrows were furrowed above your eyes that were moving from right to left, going from one red eye to the other, trying to gauge the sincerity of his statement.
“Spend the night.” He repeated once more, his voice just barely above a whisper.
Your mind was screaming at you to get the hell out of that apartment, but you felt yourself nod.
A masochist.
“Yeah?” He was making sure.
“Yeah,” you whispered, not even looking him in the eye. The lump in your throat was making you feel like you could choke on it and you already felt bad for betraying yourself like this and agreeing to his outrageous request. You couldn’t bear the way he was definitely looking at you on top of all of that.
Bakugo gently put his hand on your shoulder and guided you back into the heart of his apartment.
“D’ya wanna watch some movie?” He led you to the couch so you sat down on it without any protest.
“Sure.”
He sat down next to you, not really close, but not far away from you either, turning the TV on and switching to the streaming service on it immediately.
You kept biting the inside of your cheek and looking everywhere else than at the TV or him. Hearing the opening of a movie, you raised your eyes to the big screen mounted on the wall. Your throat went dry as soon as you realised what was playing.
“No, something else.” You demanded quickly. “I wanna watch something new.”
Bakugo looked at you for a few seconds and then nodded his head, taking the TV remote in his hand once again and switching the movie to a different one.
The movie that he initially pressed play on was a movie you talked about with him. You could still remember how you gushed about it, mentioning how it was your favourite movie growing up and saying the words we should watch it together sometime. Of course, that 'sometime' never really came. So, now you wouldn’t let him do this. You wouldn’t let him taint your movie. This was yours. He had no right to claim this thing as well.
You wouldn’t let him have this because that would mean that at some point he actually listened to you. It would mean that at some point he might’ve tried if he cared enough.
The sound of a different movie playing commanded your attention then and so you tried to tune in as much as possible. Just from the music, you could tell that it was an action movie.
“Real’ like this one.”
You wished he didn’t say those words.
»»————- ————-««
You were probably in the middle of the movie and lucky for you, you were already able to say that you hated it. Loud explosions, ridiculous situations, plot with holes. Surprisingly, Bakugo liked a Hollywood action movie with too big of a budget.
Your eyes drifted from the TV screen to the window. Living this high up definitely had its perks. The view being one of the main ones. You remembered how naïve you had been when this situationship started. How you had thought maybe if this goes well, I’ll be looking at the same view every morning.
“Ya don’t like it?”
Ever the observant.
You turned your head to the other side, looking at Bakugo who was looking right back at you. You bit your lip and shrugged your shoulders.
“It’s fine.”
You didn’t want to be mean but you also didn’t want to lie about liking it.
“Fine?”
Wrong answer, apparently.
“I guess I just wasn’t in the mood for an action movie.” You tried to calm him down a little. Lying it was then.
“Shoulda told me that hour and a'half ago. Dammit.”
You watched him as he grabbed the remote and exited the movie.
“What are ya inda mood for, then?”
You watched his profile illuminated by the light from the TV screen for a few seconds. He was so beautiful it almost pained you. The constantly furrowed brows you almost couldn’t see because of his hair covering his entire forehead, his perfect nose, the shape of his lips. His skin without blemishes, apart from a few small scars, even though he didn’t really have a skincare routine.
You remembered how you imagined what your possible babies would look like. They’d be perfect.
“So?” He asked impatiently when you hadn’t answered immediately.
His eyes met yours when you decided what to do.
Moving closer to him, you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Just as you remembered. He still tasted the same. It was Bakugo who leaned back, looking at you. Making sure you knew what you were doing. You leaned in more, kissing him again. Gently, almost tenderly. What if this was the last time you ever got to taste him? You relished the feeling, trying to commit to your memory as much as you could. His taste, his smell, the way his lips felt against you. The kiss got interrupted when he pressed his forehead against yours.
“Are ya sure ya can handle it?”
You knew what he meant. Are you sure you can handle that, emotionally? Are you sure it won’t ruin you even more?
You couldn't help yourself. Bakugo was like a scab you couldn't stop picking at. An open wound that just wouldn't heal. He was your weak spot.
“No.” You said with your voice all breathy, kissing him once again, this time more passionately. Bakugo reciprocated without missing a beat, one of his hands grabbing the side of your face and the other one going straight to your waist. Not even a few seconds in, you swung one of your legs over his thighs, straddling him without breaking the kiss.
You were eager.
And Bakugo was just as eager as you.
Part of your brain hated this. Hated how good his touch felt, hated how familiar all of this was. How safe you felt right in that moment and just how vulnerable and exposed it was all at the same time. You felt weak.
Bakugo’s hand that was on your waist moved to your hip and gripped it tightly, pushing you back and forth, guiding your movements so you would grind against him. There was impatience in the movements from both of you. You knew where it was coming from on your end but the implications of it coming from him made your heart drop in your chest.
“Need you.” You half whined against his lips before you quickly stood up and took off the sweatpants he had lent you. Bakugo followed suit – he took off his trousers hastily and welcomed you back in his lap with open arms, immediately grabbing at your flesh and squeezing what he could.
“Couldn’t leave ‘thout one last fuck, could ya?” He growled against your skin when he moved his lips to your neck and started kissing and nibbling it.
You let out a quiet moan and grabbed his growing bulge through his boxers, the thin fabric the only thing separating you from him. He was almost fully hard already, huffing against your neck as you stroked him.
“Fuck, okay, lemme go grab a condom.” The hero parted from your neck momentarily and was about to get you off of him and get up when you stopped him.
“No!”
You surprised yourself with how quickly you objected to that. Bakugo stopped himself and gave you a look.
“No,” you said calmer this time. “I wanna feel you.”
You deserved it. You deserved this. You deserved at least one good thing in your life. And he would be the one to give it to you. You didn't need his love or affection. All you needed was a piece of him.
You pushed his underwear down just enough so his balls and dick, now fully hard, were free and stroked it, eliciting an almost painfully sounding groan from the man.
“I wanna feel you tonight.” You repeated, pushing your own panties to the side and lining him up with your entrance.
You definitely needed more prep than this, you knew that it would be an uncomfortable stretch and that you weren’t wet nearly enough to help with it, but you couldn’t wait any longer.
You groaned from the slight sting, it was a bit worse than you expected it to be.
“Shit, easy.” Bakugo put his hand on your hip to slow you down a bit. “No need’da hurry. We got all night, princess.”
»»————- ————-««
You sat on the bathroom floor in your mother’s flat, having to temporarily move in with her due to your unemployment. The phone you kept pressed against your ear kept ringing and ringing. To be honest, you were expecting it to go straight to a voicemail right away.
“Yeah?” He picked it up probably at the last possible ring.
“Hey.” You greeted him. “Listen, could we talk?” You bit your lip as you looked at the positive pregnancy test in your hand.
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Top Gun: Maverick hcs that live in my head rent free (based off of imos and me and my life) Pt 4
you heard it here and now folks, it’s part 4! I have more commitment to this series than to my homework. yall are lucky af
- mav can and will flirt with anyone in any given situation; he will give petnames out the more the other reacts (cyclone getting pressed being called honey)
- maverick has a favourite spoon he always uses to eat breakfast with. it is patterned, and is from the last set he received from his parents before they passed. it means a lot to him, so if you use it, he’ll state: ‘that’s my spoon’ and then proceed to stare at you for the rest of the day.
only ice knows this.
everyone else just comments on not to use that spoon or else.
- the spoon has made him superstitious, so if he cannot use it for breakfast (when he does have breakfast...) it instantly means that he will have a shit day.
- maverick is usually a black coffee guy. straight black coffee. most mornings? just that. sometimes a proper meal if ice or roos nags enough, but mainly just coffee.
ice has either an iced coffee (wow aren’t i original) or a latte.
- maverick, after showers, uses his towel to do his hair up to dry it quicker. his hair is too short for that, but he’s been doing to long enough that it’s too awkward to tell him that it won’t work
it’s also just funny to see him walk out of a door with a towel wrapped around his head like if he had just come from a salon
- phoenix is everyone's best friend. if you don’t like her; you’re a walking target and that one is on you. she’s a fucking queen and y’all can’t tell me different.
- phoenix is also a great therapist friend, though, sometimes you gotta just give her a hug so she’s reminded that you’re just as there for her as she is you.
- hangman has dyslexia, but is too good at masking it until it comes to writing reports on paper. it’s his worst nightmare, so he usually gets help from rooster by saying what he is thinking and rooster helps write down the important parts for hangman to write on his own
- iceman is a sucker for romance novels and picks up random quotes in them to write on a piece of paper for mav to find, read and collect (based off of a hc @justmiilo made with our ocs)
- mav loves animals; he will be at a party and only hang out with the pet there; he will be dragged around by ice or goose to meet people, before departing back to the pet
- loves dogs frfr
- ice is a cat person
ice has said: “honestly i am more of a cat boy”
the rest of the juniors trying not to cackle: youre a cat boy??
- rooster got mav high once and gave him a flipping heart attack (not actually)
mav: bradley is this how im supposed to be feeling i dont know if ive hit right
rooster: chill man just relax, youre gonna give yourself a heart attack
mav, now really panicking: im gonna have a heart attack????
rooster: no thats not what i-
mav: UN-HIGH ME RIGHT NOW BRADLEY PLEA-
- Mav is banned from most public spaces
especially train stations. very specific, but he’s made it a thing that he has to get banned from as many stations as possible
- ice and mav cuddling includes mav squaring up to be the big spoon but then melting in ice’s arms when he gets to be little spoon
- mav loves captain jack harkness from doctor who/ torchwood
- hangman complains about when he kisses rooster, his moustache gets in the way, but secretly, he doesnt mind it
- ice took mav to a wine couple art class (based off of the idea that ice can draw from my other hcs) and mav drank the wine while ice did the art
- mav helped bob get out of his comfort zone, to start not wearing a shirt around the beach (based off of the trans!mav and trans!bob hcs) so now they go visit the beach together sometimes to help grow each others confidence (like if mav needs anymore). theyve both had top surgery so
- goose has had a soccer phase, and would make the crew go into teams of two after volleyball to kick the ball around. he loved playing attack, so he could be in the front seat of the action for once.
- mav joined in, but was soon told to just stay in his teams box, because he would run all the way across the field to tackle the ball off of someone
yes, soccer doesn’t allow tackling, but mav never got the message in his head, so they just added it to their games. mav then proceeded to become the most tackled person there.
- slider and ice are the biggest supporters of one anothers careers; they see each other like brothers so much it is crazy.
- mav and slider ride their bikes together (slider has a harley)
- ice usually goes out collecting either a drunk slider or a drunk mav off the side of the road
- THIS IS A POPULAR ONE BUT HC THAT ICE RARELY EVER GETS SICK, SO WHEN HE DOES IT TAKES EVERYONE BY SURPRISE
- MAV ALSO GETS SICK OFTEN, BUT ITS NEVER THAT BIG. WHEN ITS MORE SERIOUS, EVERYONE IS ONTO HIM TO TRY LOOKING AFTER HIMSELF
- mav teaches the team MA fighting. he dared cyclone to go into a match with him; ends up cyclone is a secret MA fighting genius and mav got his ass beat.
the whole team watched.
- cyclone and mav are close from just having to deal with each other. mav giving cyclone headaches, while cyclone gives mavs lectures brought them together. they share a beer here and there at a local bar when they can
- mav hates the city. like, really hates it. over stimulates from it hard.
- mav has ocd; those instrusive thoughts can sometimes be hard for him to control, which can sometimes explain why he does some erratic moves. he never got diagnosed about it till later in life.
- mav and commitment issues follow him everywhere for everything
- when hangman and rooster are exploring areas to carve their initials into around the base, they find mavs and ices old ones (yes, multiple) hidden behind a few desks
- ice dyes his hair to be bleach blonde; it’s actually a golden blonde but he hates it, so he makes it bleach blonde. mav likes his hair either way, but makes fun of ice when he dyes his hair. ice doesnt take kindly to this
one day, mav was asleep and woke up with bleached highlights to his hair from ice. he wore a cap everywhere for months
(Part 4/?)
hope you enjoyed these head cannons! i want to do some more when i have the time, but for now, i might try drawing some of these out :)
got any suggestions? leave them down in the comments below! thank you for supporting the series so far!
start here at part 1!: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/692152151697473536?source=share
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It is quite funny that they got mad at that anon's message of a prompt depicting Marinette in a negative light... despite running an entire blog full of prompts depicting Adrien in a negative light
my philosophy regarding these things is that you have to be able to take as much as you dish out. it is probably reasonable to get a bit annoyed about being messaged off-topic things on a blog with a dedicated topic (unless this was on a separate blog of theirs, idk. this already feels like I'm involving myself quite deep into this drama and digging up old dirt), but having your reasons behind hating a character be based on such an immature view of things probably correlates to a lack of ability to gracefully take other viewpoints.
like, there are good reasons to dislike adrien as a character. some salt on him extends from grains of truth about his portrayal, just as salt on marinette extends from grains of truth about her portrayal as well; we all pick and choose these and exaggerate or flanderize them and essentially change the character to our dis/liking as we see fit. the best way to go about this is, imo, to play with tropes and conceptions of these characters and see where things go and how that reflects on the world and how that character, in turn, can affect people's views on things. media can be divorced from the real world, and often is, but it doesn't exist in a vacuum and never will. part of the fun of salt is picking apart the characters and poking out how their traits aren't given the scrutiny and care they might deserve.
...the bad way to go is not examining why this character ticks you off, and instead framing them in the worst light possible without avenue for playing around with it. you'd be treating everything this fake person does with extreme scrutiny, exaggerating not for the fun of playing with the character, but to show everyone that this blorbino sucks ass and nobody should ever like them.
.....A troubling amount of salt is the latter way. Not all (most hangs in the middle), but enough.
^^ This does not apply to the mlb writers btw, especially The-Ass-In-Charge. They are real people whose writing choices are deliberate and not at all 'divorced' from the real world in the way a character's choices are. In fact, for every salt post about a character, there should be twenty pointing out that the writers were wack for choosing to make the character be that way. (This tends to be something Marisalters do better, in my experience, but that's not to say the problem isn't there)
...god, what was i talking about again? adrisalt? imo it's confusing but my own adrien is so different from canon that i'm not particularly bothered.
when we get an eddisalter/tweos!adrisalter, however. that will change. I might even make an annoying effort to get close to them because the best way to improve is to seek out criticism.
the first claudrien hater will get their post printed out and hung on my wall with a kiss mark in the corner. if rjwhatever would love to be that guy for me, send him my way.
#wissym rant#metadiscourse?#miraculous fanfic#miraculous fandom#god you guys have so much drama actually#I always thought the marinette streaking in new york comic was the bottom of the barrel#ass in charge should be on a watchlist for thinking of such a thing; much less putting it to paper
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Could I request a fic with m reader and Eddie being frenemies... like they constantly low key bully each other but it's because they're comfortable enough with eachother to know not to take it to heart... like they tease each other and are being competitive with EVERYTHING all the time... just being menaces lol (tysm!!)
I think I can cook this up for you! It's a tad short, but I didn't want to over do it.
Requests will be closing Monday, November 28th at 11:00 PM EST. You can submit yours here!
Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).
The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”
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If someone were to ask you when this started, you're not sure you could give them a date. You're not sure you could even give them a guess as to when it become second nature to antagonize each other. Sure to the outside, you were sure that it looked strange. If they didn't know like you did, you'd think it was a deep seated hatred too. But in reality this is just how you and Eddie are. If you pushed, he pulled. It's just how it works.
Like currently, you thump Eddie on the back of the head, crouching down over his shoulder. "You think you can just conveniently drive past me on the walk up here in a puddle and get away with it? I think not."
Eddie laughs, under his breath mostly and all through his nostrils. "You were well prepared in your boots," he tease, pointing down to the item.
The puddle was swallow and Eddie did slow down a lot as to not completely soak you, but your sock around your ankles are still wet from the morning.
"Fuck off," you huff, shoving his shoulder.
"I promise I can make it up to you," he states, a smile grazing his lips as he looks up to you. You move down two seats to his left.
"Please spare me the details," you huff, digging into the pile of peas on your tray. "Because you make a joke about a blowjob or getting you an A on a project, I think I'll cut my own ears off."
"Oh, c'mon, I think I'm pretty funny."
"You'd be the only one." The retort is all to easy and the table erupts into poorly withheld giggles. Eddie flips you the bird before the group resumes the conversation they were having before you approached.
And this--the bickering--is just the way it goes. So you're not shocked that later in the evening while you're sitting outside of Eddie's trailer, both of you with cigarettes between your lips, you huff at Eddie's confession.
"Just ask the person out. Don't be such a pussy," you retort.
"Easy for you to say."
"That is an age old excuse and honestly, I expect something more clever out of the likes of you, Munson." Your words are coated in the smoke you exhale, fingers holding the cigarette down at your side. "How about this--tomorrow during P.E if you score more baskets than me, you don't ask your crush out. But if I score more baskets than you, you have to ask them out in front of me."
It's a stupid bet--Eddie knows it as he stares down at your waiting hand. Eddie is not athletic not in the means that he could even fathom outscoring you in a game of basketball. Hell, Eddie did his best to literally never have to play the game during P.E at all. Lots of excuses about rolled ankles, literally ditching when at all possible, attempting to be the worst so that no one picks him.
But here you are, chest puffed out with a sly grin as you hold out your hand. Eddie knows that even you know it's a losing bet. That if Eddie really is chicken shit, he should just avoid it all right now. But he slips his palm into yours, the shake is firm and curt, sealing the coffin Eddie had stepped in just by mentioning the crush for good.
The floor comes up fast for Eddie, but he refuses to let himself be bested so he springs up fast, hearing the whistle of the teacher shrilling against the stale gym air. "Watch it," comes the shout followed by your last name.
You grin, watching Eddie come back to guard you. "Forgot what game I was playing for a second. Forgive me," you tease.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just put it back into play."
Eddie's a little shocked when he manages to swat the ball you had intended to pass to a teammate from its intended path. But he doesn't let the let the shock keep him from taking a shot. It hits the backboard, rims the basket and then falls through the net. Five. He's proud.
"Only need 7 more to catch up," you tease, walking behind him.
Not the reminder he needed and when he spins, he's met with your shirtless sweaty chest. "Oh, sweetheart, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're flirting with me."
You only shrug, face falling a bit neutral, but the glint in your eyes says otherwise. "Who's to say I'm not already?"
After the retort you carry on up court, back towards the action of the game and Eddie wonders just how much he really cares about catching up.
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munso fluff#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x male reader#h writes#stranger things
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The Worst Possible Run of Until Dawn as Scientifically Calculated by Me
Sequel to this post aka Best Run(TM) can be found here
Many people have jokingly done “worst runs” of Until Dawn. Usually these are standard “everybody dies” runs where you kill every character as soon as possible, or you’re just trying to pick all the seemingly funny options. However, these runs are typically done without the absurd amount of game knowledge a loser like me possesses.
Armed with my awareness of Until Dawn’s intricacies, I sought something deeper than a simple all deaths run. My mission was to not only kill these characters in the most tragic way possible, but make them the worst possible versions of themselves while doing it. Fair warning, this guide will contain spoilers for the entirety of Until Dawn since it is best experienced after playing through the game at least once. You get to see a lot of dialogue exchanges that I haven’t been able to find documented anywhere on YouTube, so it’s very worth while if you are interested in that kind of thing. Here’s how I did it.
For this run we are only getting clues/interactables that are either mandatory, or give you the opportunity to lower a relationship with another character. The only exception to this is the hand you can touch as Mike in the asylum because it makes him look stupid. The characters have a tendency to discuss things they find and piece together clues, but not finding any change the cutscenes to make them look like confused and bumbling idiots completely oblivious to what’s going on.
Another thing that will make sense later is that you actually need to play some sections of the game correctly as to set up worse fates for the characters later down the line. Missing QTE’s for the most part only serves to slow the game down, but if you feel like doing so in the earlier sections of the game where the threat of danger is minimal then who am I to stop you?
Dr. Hill is kind of an odd ball and you can get kind of creative with these parts since they are mostly subjective. I personally recommend picking options that hate on animals, crowds, fearing women, etc. Pick the more selfish moral options, I recommend honesty since too much honesty can be seen as cruel. Just don’t pick charity, we hate giving to others here. When picking characters, pick Josh as your favorite since we wanna be a narcissist and Sam as your least favorite since she’s the most difficult to make a terrible person. The absolute must though is being completely unrepentant about the prank and suffering of the characters. Play it like Josh genuinely thinks they are getting what they deserve.
Anything labeled a “bonus” is something that doesn’t really effect anything, but add just that little extra flavor of awfulness. They aren’t mandatory and can be skipped if you feel they are a waste of time.
Last thing is anything marked with a * is just additional information
PROLOGUE
- Drop Hannah
Bonus: miss all QTE’s, take safe route, pick follow footprints, pick follow noise
CHAPTER 1
* You have to feed the squirrel or else you can’t progress
- Snoop in Chris’s bag as Sam to lower their relationship
- Shoot the squirrel as Chris to lower his relationship with Sam
- Explain as Jessica
* This will lower her relationship with Sam slightly while raising it with Chris, (vice versa if you pick demand) but between the two options I think explain comes off as sassier
- Threaten Mike as Matt to lower their relationship
- Protest Emily’s request to go back for her bag
* Despite it seeming sweet Matt is worried about his GF, threatening Mike actually raises his relationship with Emily so protesting will immediately put it back down
- Encourage Matt to look in the telescope as Ashley
* Snowball fight is mostly irrelevant except for this next step, deck Mike to your hearts content
- Hit the bird during the snowball fight
- Shove a snowball in Mike’s face
* The ice sickle QTE afterwards doesn’t matter as Mike will save Jess if she doesn’t push them out of the way first
Bonus: mislead Matt when he initially asks to look through the telescope before conceding afterwards, this basically lets Matt know that Ashley at least momentarily tried to deceive him and then proceeded to be a complete pushover after a little prodding
CHAPTER 2
- Gossip with Josh as Chris as worry raises their relationship
- Be unsettled when talking to Ashley as Chris since confident raises their relationship
- This is a bit hard to miss, but if you walk down (basically opposite of where Ashley is sitting) you can talk to Matt. Ask him how he Emily are doing. This will upset him since he looked through the telescope earlier.
- Basically keep telling Josh to stop being a creep when he talks to Chris about Ashley since agreeing with him raises their relationship
* Talking with Sam doesn’t have any dialogue choices
- Fight Mike as Matt (pick warn followed by attack) this will set Matt’s relationship with every character except Emily to almost zero
Now for a section I like to call Being a Horrible Boyfriend starring Michael Munroe: Part 1
- Jessica will ask Mike about Matt, I forgot what the exact option is called but you want to downplay what happened instead of being openly mad at Matt so Jessica can call bullshit on you
- Ask Jess what she remembers about the prank to be insensitive and lower their relationship
- When Jessica falls into the mineshaft, be as unhelpful and unheroic as possible, do not willingly jump down (Mike will eventually do so on his own after Jessica complains enough) to lower their relationship
- Be grumpy about the bird to lower their relationship
Back to our regularly scheduled programming
- Be mocking about Chris and Ashley as Sam to lower her relationship with Josh
- Tell Josh that “it’s weird to be back” when he tells Sam he’s glad she came
- Pick up the baseball bat while Josh is doing Josh things
- Select humorous, this causes Sam to bring up Josh’s daddy issues and lower their relationship
- Do not high five him. This doesn’t effect stats or anything but it’s about the disrespect.
* Choosing to prank him or not does not affect their relationship
- Choose to investigate the noise together since picking heroic raises their relationship
Bonus: intentionally fuck up the selfie as Mike with Jess
CHAPTER 3
- Be flippant about the spirit board as Ashley to lower her relationship with Josh
* Pick any options you want during the seance, just be sure you don’t apologize since we are unrepentant bitches
Being a Horrible Boyfriend starring Michael Munroe: Part 2
- Be angry about getting pranked
- Do not cross the bridge, instead walk down towards the camera until you discover a tree with E+M surrounded by a heart
- Interact with it, and then make Mike deny it was him and blame it on Emily in a display of toxic masculinity and lower his relationship with Jess
- Kill the deer as Mike because animal cruelty
- Go into the old shed and pick up the mask inside
- Choose scare to be an asshole (and lower their relationship)
- During the chase sequence, pick all the safe options (or let time run out prompting Jess to take the lead), and make sure not to help Jess and unlock the door instead
- Pick up the rifle near the front door and select scare to lower their relationship and be an even BIGGER asshole
- Dismiss Jessica’s insecurities, pick seduce to further ignore her emotional vulnerability, and just generally use your intuition to be an uncaring dick to lower their relationship
This ends our series of Being a Horrible Boyfriend starring Michael Munroe
- Show Ashley the letter as Chris, as being protective implies we care
CHAPTER 4
- For once we wanna be a good boyfriend as Mike and save Jessica during the chase (pick all the risky options, jump instead of shimmy, and get through the QTE’s)
* This is a setup so we can give her a sadder death with Matt in the caves
- Choose to save Ashley as Chris, this lowers his relationship with Josh and makes him bitter later on
CHAPTER 5
- Touch the waving hand. Let the intrusive thoughts win.
- Choose to pry free twice, before cutting off your fingers with the newly dulled blade to cause Mike more suffering
- Kick the dog :(
- Do not feed the dog :(
- Tell Emily to squeeze through the window as Matt, she will deny him since our relationship is low and choosing this lowers it further
- Disagree when Emily says to go to the radio tower to lower their relationship
- When Emily falls off the ledge you’re shimmying on, do nothing to help her (she’ll pull herself up on her own but be pissed)
- Get caught by the Psycho as Sam (literally just stand there)
CHAPTER 6
- Rebuke Emily as Matt to lower their relationship
- Kill the elk as Matt, but don’t let him fall off the cliff since we need him alive for now
* You cannot miss any quick time event as he’s climbing back up or he will fall to his death so be extra careful
- Do not give the flare gun to Matt as Emily to lower their relationship
- Immediately fire the flare gun so that we guarantee Emily gets bitten later (having the unused flare gun lets you avoid this)
- Be completely un-compliant with the man on the radio and do the opposite of what he tells you
- Confront Emily about her and Mike as Matt on the tower and be generally unhelpful
- Choose jump to safety both times and by this point Emily should despise Matt
- Insist you saw the ghost as Ashley to Chris to lower their relationship
- Look at the catalogue of lightbulbs in the basement to have Ashley pick up the scissors
- Have Ashley be dismissive towards the prank when talking to Chris to lower their relationship
- Be reluctant at continuing on because we hate our friends
- Enter the door which I believe is in the room with the hitlist, you’ll find a projector inside. Be sure to interact with it
- Be unrepentant about the prank when Chris comments on it to Ashley to lower their relationship
- Don’t follow Chris because splitting up is stupid and thus you want to do it
- Stab the psycho as Ashley, this makes Chris punch Josh later
- Aim the gun at Ashley first to distress her cause we’re evil
- Shoot her as Chris to lower their relationship to 0
CHAPTER 7
- Do not show concern for Mike or Jessica as Sam after getting rescued as this will raise her relationship with them, focus on factual choices like asking how he got there and such
- Play through Emily’s section normally, just be sure to continue not getting unnecessary clues
- Dismiss Josh as Chris to lower their relationship
- Be angry with Josh as Chris to lower their relationship
* Because we chose to save Ashley over Josh, he will antagonize Chris here and further lower their relationship
- Hit Josh and Chris with the plywood to lower his relationship with Josh and lose Mike’s respect
CHAPTER 8
- Survive the encounter with the wendigo as Emily so we can give her a more tragic death later on (just don’t fail too many QTE’s)
- Be confused as Chris when talking to Emily and do not show any concern for her or Matt
- As Chris, demand to have the pistol from Mike, he will deny you because you hit Josh earlier in the shed
- Survive the encounter with the wendigo as Chris all the way through, Ashley will refuse to let him in once he makes it to the house, letting the wendigo kill him
- Shoot Emily as Mike in the basement which puts his relationship with every character present at 0
- Hide the truth as Ashley from Sam since Sam will immediately figure out she is lying and their relationship will drop to zero
CHAPTER 9
- Once the action sequence as Mike starts, put your controller down and enjoy some relaxation as him (and the doggy :( ) get pummeled
- Investigate voice as Ashley
- Open the thumping trap door to get Ashley killed as you won’t have the opportunity to do so later
CHAPTER 10
- Let Matt get smacked by Jessica because funny
- Do not ask Jessica if she is alright as Matt since we do not want to show empathy
- Choose hide during the chase scene, make sure to catch Jessica before she falls
- Afterwards, choose abandon Jessica
* Running ahead could be seen as accidental where as abandoning Jessica implies Matt is knowingly leaving her to die which is much worse
- Fail to close the door in time to get Matt killed
- “Come on shake your body, baby, do the conga!“ AKA fail all the don’t moves
You did it! You made all these characters into the worst versions of themselves they could possibly be.
#until dawn#guide#spoilers#samantha giddings#joshua washington#hannah washington#beth washington#chris hartley#ashley brown#emily davis#matthew taylor#jessica riley#michael munroe
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i saw that you don't have any eddie munson fics on your master list, so i decided to request something :D
could i request a gn! reader x eddie where reader has anger issues and nearly picks up a fight with jason (because he was being a dick to eddie), but eddie is the only person that can calm the reader down (and so he calms them down) snd calls them 'cute' when they're angry? there's nothing angsty, just pure fluff and whipped eddie :>
I genuinely hate this I feel like I couldn’t do this prompt justice but anyways vampire! Eddie had had I choke hold on me recently so I’m thinking of writing a few of those fics.
Calm down e.m x gn!reader
Warnings - cursing, shouting, angry people lol, one suicide joke at the end, Fluffy
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I leaned my head against Eddie’s shoulder as he ranted about some article in a magazine about dnd. I didn’t really care much I just silently ate my lunch.
“Dungeons and dragons. at first regarded as a harmless game of make believe now has both parents and psychologists concerned studies have linked violent behavior to the game” Eddie read out in an obnoxious deep voice. I rolled my eyes and continued to take a bite out of an apple I had in my hand.
“Saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice sadomy, suicide, and even murder!” Eddie read out dramatically and loudly before placing in front of the rest of the hellfire club members. Jeff and Gareth began to laugh. I wasn’t too close any of the hellfire club member only the three freshman, Mike, dustin, and Lucas (because I used to babysit them)
I watched as dustin and Mike anxiously walked over and sat down. Both boys sent a bright smile towards me before sitting down. “Society had to blame something we’re an easy target” randy? Maybe jarad I honestly dont know his name. No one ever said It.
“Exactly” Eddie replied.
“We’re the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game..but!” Eddie then stood up up and stepped on the table making me sit straight up. “Eddie!” I warned tugging onto his arm. He was going to piss someone of who would probably insult him a few time which would most likely piss me off. And I had no off switch once I was mad I was mad.
“Sorry sweetheart” he mumbled winking. Normally that would fluster me but I knew he’d probably piss Jason carver off today. And he’s probably spew a few slurs from his stupid mouth and then piss me off. Jason and I have had a bunch of confrontation?..fights? Whatever you want to call them. Jason and I have never got along for example in the third grade i broke his arm because he was making fun of eddie. I pushed him off the swings, He landed on his right arm, he was tooken to the hospital then after two days he came back with a cast. No one really liked me because I told the truth the brutal honestly truth.
“But as long as you’re into band…or science…” he began to walk down the lunch table not even listening to my pleas for him to stop.
“Or parties” he sneered. “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” Eddie shouted. God Eddie loved to rile up Jason I swear he thought it was funny. But Jason was cruel and he’s said the worst things about Eddie but it always seemed to bounce right off of him. But me..it didn’t it always pissed me off.
A bunch of students shouted “loser!”
“You want something freak!” Jason shouted as he stood up. I also stood up ready to defend eddie with all my might. “Awe..you gonna have your little (girlfriend/boyfriend/partner) protect you?” Jason laughed making everyone else in the cafeteria laugh. I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms. “You’re such a pussy you’ve gotta have y/n protect you” I was fuming if it was possible for smoke to be coming out of my ears it would. Oh it definitely.
I stomped my way over to Jason “y/n! Shit!” I heard Eddie mutter before he hopped off of the table following after me. “You’re an asshole!” I said pushing Jason. He stumbled back, his eyebrows knitting up but I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or confusion. He then chuckled “Whatcha gonna do about it?” His friend group of jocks giggled and taunted me before a grabbed his arm twisting it around.
“I’ll break it again, you want me too?” I smiled as he began to whimper “stop okay! Okay!” I let go of his arm and he sighed in relief. “You’re a crazy bitch!” He shouted. Just as I was about to land a punch on his cheek I was grabbed up. “Let go!” I muttered, I was placed back on the ground and Eddie’s hand was wrapped around my wrist.
“Let me beat his ass!” I said trying to pull Eddie off of me as Eddie dragged me away. “He’s such an ass I just want to kill him” Eddie rolled his eyes “no you don’t” he said as he pulled me outside. “Come on honey cool down..calm down” i grimaced. My facial expression still scrunched up, still angry. Angry at Jason for being a total dick, and angry at Eddie for not letting me to murder Jason. We both sat down on a bench near the main entrance. “Calm down cutie” i huffed. He pressed his lips to my cheek. “why didn’t you let me beat his ass?” I mumbled. Eddie shook his head.
“He was being a total dick he shouldn’t be able to treat you like that!” I shouted. He shook his head again “I know but you’ve gotta calm down. Even though I think you’re so fucking cute when you’re mad” he giggled. I rolled my eyes and leaned myself against Eddie. “I feel like a toddler” I did it wasn’t a lie. I felt like one of those toddlers who had to get taken out of a play date because they were hitting. “You’ve gotta stop trying to beat the shit out of Jason..I love you for it but I don’t want you hurt he’s a basket-laundrybasket player” he said smiling down at me. “He’s half your size.”
I shrugged my shoulders and said “I broke his arm when I was like eight” he laughed “you’re adorable..but he was like four foot what? five? at the time?” I laughed and nodded. “I love you” he said staring down at me love filled eyes. “Love you too” I mumbled as I pressed my lips to his. “Okay are you calm now?” I nodded slowly, “you don’t gotta protect me anymore baby” i grumbled and muttered “but he just pisses me off so much” he laughed. “I know he does honey but you’ve gotta have some self control.”
I rolled my eyes and muttered “you barely have any.”
He giggled and pressed his lips to mine once again. “I love you so much you don’t understand” he muttered against my lips. I did understand though because I loved him just as much. I wouldn’t be anyone without eddie, He was the only one who could calm me down in shit like this. Eddie was my rock he kept me going. If Eddie wasn’t alive I think I’d kill myself.
#fanfics#x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#gn!reader#stranger things season 4#stranger things#jason carver#hellfire club
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For the ship ask game: Worf/Bashir; Deanna/K'Ehleyr; The O'Brien's/Data; Kasidy Yates/Ro Laren!
Ooooh thanks for all these interesting picks!! (What I'm learning is, either you guys are just extremely good at coming up with ships, or I am a chaotic multishipper who will ship literally anything fhjdskhjfs)
Worf/Julian Bashir- ship it
What made you ship it?
That dart board scene from Way of the Warrior. I didn't even particularly want to ship it, I just have eyes😂
What are your favorite things about the ship?
Yes, Worf's canonical opinion of Julian is "He is a child who plays with toys", but I actually think- if the right situations arose and he got to see Julian as more than just "arrogant chatterbox" and "guy who still has feelings for Jadzia"- Worf would realise to his horror that Julian has a LOT of qualities he's consistently been shown to admire, even some he wishes he could exhibit so readily, like the fearless opposition of authority figures (remember the TNG s4 finale when the Klingon High Council asked Worf to kill that kid saying it was "the Klingon way" and he said "but it is not MY way"? Julian does this kind of thing all the time lol! And with little to no hesitation. Worf is rarely around to witness it, but it's so funny to imagine him being caught off-guard like 👀... girl that honour tho👀 👀)
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Idk if it's unpopular necessarily, but I love putting Worf in polycules and I disagree that he's too monogamous to make it work! I think Worf gets jealous and possessive when someone he's agreed to a monogamous relationship with starts flirting with other people, but if these were always the terms right from the beginning, he'd honour them. Anyway I enjoy a LOT of Worf polycules haha, but the ones that involve Julian are Worf/Dax/Bashir, Worf/Dax/Sisko/Bashir, and (my new personal favourite) Worf/Martok/Garak/Bashir. (Mutual who infected me with that last one, thank you, you know who you are😂)
Deanna Troi/K'Ehleyr- ship it
What made you ship it?
TROI: I didn't know it was possible for a human and a Klingon to produce a child.
K'EHLEYR: Actually, the DNA is compatible, with a fair amount of help. Rather like my parents.
TROI: I know exactly what you mean. My father was human and my mother is a Betazoid.
K'EHLEYR: Really? It was the other way around for me. My mother was human. You must've grown up like I did, trapped between cultures.
TROI: I never felt trapped. I tried to experience the richness and diversity of the two worlds.
K'EHLEYR: Perhaps you got the best of each. Myself, I think I got the worst of each.
TROI: Oh, I doubt that.
The first time I watched this, I took Deanna's comment at face value- but, both earlier and later episodes explicitly state that Deanna often felt out of place on Betazed, & her sheer discomfort every time Lwaxana comes on board (especially with the way she talks telepathically, which Deanna considers "rude") suggests that she isn't being completely honest here. Which is fascinating! (Truly, having 90s Trek women blorbos is taking inconsistencies and building elaborate webs of explanatory insecurities lmaoo)
What are your favorite things about the ship?
I am a sucker for alien cultures and worldbuilding and the internal worlds of characters who inhabit and oscillate between those worlds, & I've noticed most of the ships I think about a lot are either human/alien or alien/alien (I can project way more easily onto those haha). So Deanna/K'Ehleyr is a goldmine in that regard
(Also, I just love dynamics where a "tough" character has a surprising amount of respect for a softer, more empathetic character)
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
I don't know the prevailing opinions on this ship, so I shall once again invoke the Worf Polycule Rule and say K'Ehleyr should have lived and been a recurring character and Deanna's "we hook up every time you're on board the Enterprise" and she and Worf would still have needed Deanna's help raising Alexander S5 onwards so this eventually would've led to Worf/Troi/K'Ehleyr
Miles O'Brien/Keiko Ishikawa/Data- ship it
What made you ship it?
I'm gonna be honest- I had never even thought about this before today, so it was in fact this ask that made me ship it. Thanks!😂
What are your favorite things about the ship?
Well, it allows me to reinterpret a lot of the early Miles/Keiko content in a less "traditional married couple" way, which- as presented on the show, always felt a bit dated for the 24th century lol.
Okay, I'm thinking... We know Keiko was Data's friend first, and it was him who introduced her to Miles, right? So what if she and him originally met because Data was experimenting with having a love life and Keiko saw his profile on Enterprise-D Tinder or whatever and thought "hey, that sweet android man from the arboretum! Why not?" And they ended up making dinner in each other's quarters, infodumping about plants, having sex a few times, no strings attached (I genuinely feel like Keiko would be one of the least weird people about Data's whole No Emotions thing). Meanwhile Miles is grumbling in Ten Forward after a music recital that his life is sort of at a standstill, and he's a bit lonely, he just wants someone to come home to- and Data (the only person listening, naturally, which leads to a one night stand lol) suddenly has the thought- why not set him up with Keiko? And thus- the iconic, infamous, two-show-spanning O'Brien polycule begins.😂 (Jokes aside, Data probably steps out of this arrangement after a bit, once he realises they are deeply in love and headed towards an eventual marriage-with-children situation, and that's how he ends up giving Keiko away at the wedding)
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Are there even... opinions on this one? I guess I could voice what is perhaps an unpopular opinion about Data, which is- I don't actually think he and Geordi ever slept together at any point during TNG. To me, they are one of those "they've never kissed but they are married" situations- like they are way too dependant on each other to risk their friendship like that! I do think Data could've been hooking up with more people than shown in canon, but it was always arrangements like this- ones he could end at any point with minimum damage and no hurt feelings. Geordi is much too close to him for this; but being the O'Briens' third from time to time? Definitely could happen
Kasidy Yates/Ro Laren- ship it
What made you ship it?
Writing a fic about them! (It is one of the many, many Fully Written Fics I Cannot Post, and I am so annoyed with myself hahaha)
What are your favorite things about the ship?
[spoilers for DS9: For The Cause and TNG: Preemptive Strike below]
They are both so unapologetic about their Maquis collaborations it makes me insane! Like, when Ben finds out, Kasidy is sorry about the lying to him part- but the show never makes her realise she was wrong to help those people, or even apologise to him. Same with Ro- when she betrays the crew, Riker just sort of understands (and doesn't even seem that surprised when she turns her phaser on him!) She regrets having to let them down, but not what she felt she had to do for the Maquis (and the Bajorans in it). It's really fun to imagine their paths crossing at some point- maybe Ro was captured by Starfleet and they end up in the same prison after 'FTC'; maybe Kasidy and Ben just never fully rekindle their relationship (not even necessarily because of her betrayal, there's also her clear disapproval of his actions in 'Rapture' and 'TDDUP' to consider) and she finds a much freer existence in the Maquis with Ro? (Breaks my Sisko/Kasidy heart a little, but still. It's interesting🥲) Of course, if we want a less messy more wholesome alternative, she and Ro only meet post-canon - Ro's lost her Maquis family and wants to help deliver aid to the Bajoran diaspora & victims of the Dominion War, Kasidy's trying to pick her life back up after Ben left her. They go on to have many adventures together in their freighter🥰
(The freedom they could give each other to be unrepentant about their criminal behaviour, basically! Literal #BeGayDoCrime ship)
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Despite everything I said above, I think they would actually have their fair share of disagreements. They're both in so much pain! Maybe Kasidy wants to deliver supplies to the civilians suffering on Cardassia Prime, and Ro isn't happy about it. Maybe Ro tries to comfort her with the idea that Ben's still around as a borhya, and it massively backfires. Maybe Kasidy finds Ro's guilt over letting Picard down grating, maybe she projects some of her anger at Ben onto Ro. They'd probably have a lot of weirdly cutting guilt-trippy arguments and passive aggressive makeup sex. But they would still give each other the space to talk, and cry, and like, be angry
#ask game#thanks again for sending in such interesting choices!#none of these are OTPs that I like *actively* ship exactly#more 'they are fun/interesting to rotate in my brain from time to time'#so I really had fun thinking up these answers :D#(also yes the d4ta/obriens theory doesn't really mesh perfectly continuity-wise since this is long before 'in theory' but shhh)
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If your twst ocs ended up in the event with Stitch and Gantu, how would they act towards the little blue alien? Hope they won't piss him off like Ace did... Stitch likes to bite his butt from what I've seen 🤣
Well, I think ALL of them would have the same basic reaction. That basic reaction being an immediate gut response of thinking Stitch is adorable...aaand then realizing he's a little troublemaking gremlin. XD
Now, the difference is in how all of them EXHIBIT this reaction.
Nakoda would instantly see Stitch as a food source. Naturally, he's going to regret that, since I'm 99.9% certain him attempting to hunt Stitch will result in him getting his tail tied into knots. From that point on, he's going to be a big ol' sourpuss of a serpent; at best he'll be annoyed by Stitch with every waking moment, at worst he'll be plotting to devour him again as soon as he finds an opportunity...or so he says in-between nursing his poor, aching coils.
Billy would just wanna snuggle Stitch sooooo freaking much. XD Like...he just thinks he's the cutest little thing EVER, he just wants to pick him up and squeeze him and nuzzle him and cuddle him and d'awww. Of course, snuggling Stitch will probably lead to him getting bitten or punched in the gut or something...but Billy won't be TOO angry. Either he'll pout and scold his "little friend" for "not being very nice," or he'll whimper and sniffle because that really hurt! Eventually, though, I think Stitch might learn to put up with him, and Billy would at least TRY to give him personal space. Keyword being "try": personal space and Billy do not mix.
Elias would find Stitch funny, I think. He's honestly most likely to get along with him, since I think he'd be the sort to know when to play and when to step back, so to speak. Eli isn't against doing a bit of mischief himself (he's the Phantom Blot, after all), and he doesn't particularly care for water, either. Plus, two "dogs" have to stick together, don't they? ;) I think Grit would be similarly casual, albeit for different reasons: in his case, I think he'd see Stitch as a possible valuable asset, so he'd do his best to stay on the little creature's good side. Over time, that might translate to more real feelings.
Reno, Maelstrom, and Theodore I think would all have the same immediate response to Stitch, which is to be bored by and act dryly toward the adorable little monster...uuuntil Stitch does something naughty to one of the others, at which point, each of them would snigger and smirk, and decide right then and there the little rascal isn't so bad. >:)
I am 100% convinced James will be the one Stitch bites in the booty, if not Nakoda. Smitty will have to be the one who pries Stitch off. XD To make a long story short, Smitty and Stitch would probably get along okay - not too dissimilarly to Billy - but James would be somewhere between fear and loathing when it comes to the tiny blue monster. Perhaps Matthew Satyr won't be his only nemesis anymore. :P
#ask#answer#q&a#disney#twisted wonderland#oc ask#silliness#headcanon#lilo and stitch#stitch#experiment 626#ocs#james#james killian#smitty#smitty mccarthy#reno#reno rovar#theo#theodore#theodore hamilton#maelstrom#maelstrom baleno#eli#elias#elias inque#grit#grit gravelle#billy#billy geant
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Concealed identity incest is definitely my fave, I love when they have the realization while they're orgasming
That's a very good time to have the realization. The other side, realizing it's your brother just as he's nutting in you, is also very good. >:3c
Anon number two, you really had to put it in the worst possible way but ok. :'I I've got the noncon variety here:
One is Dirk, drugged so out of his mind he doesn't remember where he was and what he was doing before finding himself tied to a bed in spread eagle and tightly blindfolded. Not an ideal position in any way, but he's a bit too out of it to get properly scared. At least not yet. Someone is in the room with him, not speaking a word, but while blinded his senses are way heightened, so when the bed dips under the other person's weight he's ready to gather as much identifying info as he can. Definitely a man, his body feels lean but heavy, so he's likely tall. Big and warm hands, timid yet curious touch. He has a stubble and probably has bangs. His scent is familiar somehow, Dirk is sure he knows this person, but from where...? Trying to get him to talk isn't working, but the little sighs of pleasure he lets out when touching him are better than nothing. And when the man grabs Dirk's jaw and kisses him, a tongue piercing clinks against his teeth. All the subtle little clues come together and Dirk gets the worst, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Dave." he states, rather than asks and the man on top of him freezes.
Depending on whichever way you want to play it, Dave could lose his cool and blurt out something, or keep Dirk guessing if the freezing was just confusion about being called by someone else's name while committing a serious crime. The rest of the scenario has Dirk much more vocal and distressed, trying to appeal to his brother's empathy. :3
...It would definitely be pretty funny if it wasn't Dave but some random dude who just happened to use the same cologne, have the same smoking habits and have somewhat the same features. Like, "...Your home life must be pretty fucked up if you thought I was your brother, I'm so sorry dude. I actually don't want to do this anymore, take care. :("
The other scenario I've been turning around in my head like a microwave plate is the Dirkette out on a riverside trail in the evening, I drew couple of pictures of it a while back. The Striders are out somewhere remote in a nice cottage to spend the summer and Dirkette likes to take walks by herself, the area is safe and there aren't many other people around. Dave obviously knows where she goes and when, so it's easy for him to cook up a plan to fulfill his assault fantasies. He can easily get ahead of his sister by car and enter the trail at some other point and lie in wait, properly disguised. And when he does show himself Dirkette knows better than to stand around when a guy in all black and his face concealed appears on a remote nature trail. Despite Dirkette being fit, Dave's got longer legs and he eventually catches her, easily having his way with her and escaping the scene just as fast. He drives his car a bit further away, changes his clothes and freshens up the best he can. Just in time to recieve a call from badly shaken Dirkette to come pick her up.
Dave plays easily the worried big brother, he's still jittery from what he's done, but like this it seems like protective fury. She's an awful sight, white dress muddy and bruises forming on her arms, hair messy and expression distraught, but relieved to see her brother. Seeing his sister cry like this tears him in two opposite directions at the same time, but he's more than ready to comfort her, have her in his arms, take her home and care for her. She doesn't resist when Dave tells her to take a shower (get all that pesky DNA evidence off while Dave hides his clothes to get disposed of later). He offers to call the police, but Dirkette has already decided that it wouldn't do anything, who would believe a guy in all black and wearing a balaclava suddenly appears out of nowhere and rapes her? She'd rather go to sleep now, worry about all of it later... Dave gets her a plan b and anything she wants.
A day or two later Dirkette needs something from Dave's room, opens his closet and a bag falls on her. Out flops something black and a pair of sunglasses in a style Dave doesn't use. She picks up the black thing and holds it out in front of her. It's a balaclava. Her blood might as well be battery acid as she puts the two and two together, the shades fit right on the face of her attacker and there's other clothes in the bag and...
"...I was going to throw that out today." Dave says, standing by the door uncharacteristically serious. He pushes the door closed behind himself and turns the lock, never taking his eyes off his sister. Now that she knows, might as well take another round or two. Dirkette drops all she's holding and can only take steps back deeper into the room, panic clouding her mind. She tries to bolt and jump across the bed, but that only leads to Dave pinning her down right where he wants her. Dave, in his usual style, starts monologuing, apologizing, pleading her to play along because he doesn't want to hurt her, telling how much easier it would be if she just let this happen, how much he loves her and how it breaks his heart to eventually lose her to someone else, how he could take care of everything for her if she let him, how good he can be, how desperate he's to have her and how sorry he's for fucking everything up just for this.
It could go either way, Dave just raping his sister there again while she either lies motionless or tries to scream and scratch him the best she can, or Dirkette convincing him to give her time to come to him (kind of) willingly and be incredibly gentle with her. The last option also allows for some lovely lingerie or something sheer to please her brother. :3
#KM answers#Stridercest#Straightdercest#Alphacest#Dirk Strider#Dirkette Strider#Alpha Dave#n/c#KM writes#it's long okay?
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CoD Notes: BO2 Beat
Got this game done start to finish in record time so it’s all a bit of a blur, but I’ll jot down my overall impressions before going level by level.
Overall, I like this game a lot. I think it’s not a hot take to say it is mechanically stronger than Black Ops, but narratively weaker. Finally getting hit markers and class customization in the campaign is a godsend, and I’d rank them at the top of the list of new features. Somewhere in the middle would be the “branching paths” story decisions, and towards the bottom would be the strike force missions. Oh, also I do like the campaign mission challenges too.
Now, the class loadout system did just turn into me using a threat finder scope on an LMG towards the end, but I appreciate that I got to choose that for myself. And I like certain gear being unlocked from challenges to encourage replaying. If I had played this on the 360 where I got games much less frequently, I likely would’ve replayed this campaign tons, but I got this on PC after becoming a PC gamer and having a zillion games to play.
To elaborate on the Strike Force missions, I simply do not like them. I only did the tutorial one and I barely survived. I had a lot more patience for these as a kid but I just wasn’t feeling it. Maybe it’s just because I’m in a rush to get to the next game, but I just want an objective and some guys to kill. I also think this would’ve made more sense as a take on MW3’s Survival mode, with the option to purchase troops between waves and using each multiplayer map.
The split narrative of this game is another “new feature” I suppose, and it’s just…fine. I like having an entire second set of weapons to play with, but this felt very unnecessary. It makes me wonder if they already had some of these levels or story bests designed before deciding to go futuristic. I don’t think anything they said about Mason/Woods really needed to be said, and I may have preferred to have kept the action focused in either 2025 or 1985.
For that matter, a lot of the “high tech” sci fi stuff like the wing suit, grippy globes, spider drone, etc. feel a little shoe horned and unnecessary.
I wanna say this is also the first of these games to just start making up entirely fictional weaponry, which makes sense given the setting but still kind of contributed to the franchise’s identity going forward.
Raul Menendez is just an okay villain. In theory, he’s more complex than previous villains because of his dead sister, but that doesn’t really connect to his weird cult or dark knight joker antics, it just feels like they needed a reason for him to hate Woods. He comes across as a kind of…wannabe villain. Sure, the Black Ops 1 villains are just standard evil Russians, but somehow that felt more believable than “a cartel guy from the 80’s becomes the leader of a billion person cult in 2025 just to really screw with one singular guy”. They never even really explore the implication of his cult having 1-2 billion members. Also I’m already misremembering some of the details of Raul with some of the details of Hades from Advanced Warfare.
This is already starting to take up a bit of time to write out so I’ll just rattle off some mission thoughts from memory rather than pull up the list of every mission.
The hotel resort mission - kind of a cool concept and decent in execution.
Driving a car that one time - I really fumbled with it, and weird that it lets you pick whether to do the car or the drone.
Opening mission - seems weird to open with basically a Black Ops 1 epilogue but it’s fine enough.
President saving/Final mission - a little toasty in terms of difficulty, but fine.
Also it’s so funny to me any time they transition to Woods by saying “hey remember that one time my uncle told us about a story?”
Oh btw I got the worst ending possible.
The mission where you play as Raul is so silly to me because he has a ton of health and a melee attack but I died anyways so my version of events is Raul huffing and puffing and being very mad about his sister dying but still carefully popping out of cover with a scoped rifle.
I wanna say this is kind of the beginning of a lot of grey hallways being a go to for the series.
I do really like that the HUD is different between the 80s and 2020s even down to the hit marker visual.
Oh, and I did really enjoy the one 80s sniping mission.
And the scene where Woods is tricked into shooting Mason is a lot of fun! …but it’s no Black Ops 1.
Finally, I did play a singular match of Town on zombies. Managed to find a guy online! He didn’t know English well but we still managed to interact a small bit and got to round 18 or so before I blew it and brought us both down. Got a ray gun on my first try at the box! Well, my third try, but the first try where all I wanted was a ray gun. Okay, fourth try because I had gotten monkeys on my actual first try.
Also couldn’t find a match in game so I hopped on Plutonium (fan server add on) and played one match. I mean, it’s not bad, but I don’t think I feel the urge to revisit the multiplayer of this era as badly as I thought I would. It is hilarious seeing just how much I used the pump shotgun in this game online and nothing else nearly as much in my career record.
In the rankings, hmm…probably below BO1/MW2 but above MW1/3
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June 24, 2023
The Drop (2014)
Bob Saginowski, a barman, becomes entangled in an investigation after the mafia-run bar where he works is robbed.
JayBell: This was an almost blind pick on our part. I had never heard of this movie at all, but Tom Hardy is in it, so why not give it a shot. Plus, a crime drama is right up our alley.
First of all, Tom Hardy’s accent takes a bit to get used to. Aside from that, the persona of his character in the first part of the movie is like likable idiot? Disheveled himbo? Oblivious bystander? Whatever you want to call it, he really plays up this personality to make the ending more dramatic and shocking. It’s actually a pretty good move because it does work. Although the “big” twist at the end is heavily hinted throughout the movie, so I’m not sure how many people were actually surprised by it. With that said, it’s fun to see the change in his character at the end after seeing him bumbling along in the beginning.
The plot is solid and enjoyable, but I did think the pacing was slightly slower than I would like. Maybe that’s because we figured out the twist so soon and I was ready for “it” to be revealed and everything.
I did get frustrated with our romance in this movie. Well actually I don’t know if I would really call it a romance. It’s more like the potential of a romance. I like that they give our two characters a lot of interactions to build up a sort of friendship without going straight to the romance. Yet, in the end, I did want to smack our leading lady upside the head and ask her if she was serious. After all that happens, I honestly think maybe it would be a good idea for her to move on. Bob isn’t like the worst she could pick (especially compared to her ex), but I think she needs to get a new type.
Obviously the puppy is my favorite character.
Rating: 6/10 cats 🐈
Anzie: Soooo this weekend was suppose to be a comedic reprieve from all the heartache we’ve endured. And last second having to find a new movie since The Princess had to be unavailable after we’ve talked about the possibility of watching it for months, would usually end in disaster for our unable-to- make-a-decision-selves. But heyyy, drama is close enough to comedy right? When it has Tom Hardy in it, riggght?? HBO also had it listed as a romance- which I get I guessssss. If I found a man in the wild that looked like Tom Hardy I could consider putting up with quite a bit, not this muuuch but some. Plus it was James Gandolfini’s last movie, and we all love a good crime movie.
So. This movie. I really liked it- the plot twists were amazing. And the actors were so good with how they made their characters behave and something ALWAY feels just off so you’re on the edge of your seat- it is for sure not boring. I have to say too even tho you pick up those weird vibes and think this is going to happen or this or that- it’s still fun watching it play out and very entertaining and very suspenseful. And can we talk about how cutttttteeeeee the pupper is?!?? Bc honestly I think he gives this movie at least 3 of its points just on his own.
That being said- even though I enjoyed it - there were moments I felt like that nervous laughter meme of Julia Louis-Dreyfus bc I was constantly like what is with Tom Hardy’s character- it was like unintentionally funny to me how he kept going on about this puppy when this huge deal about the Chechen’s money is going on. It’s golden.
My one complaint, wait make it two- first the weird ex- I know he had to be a part of it - but I don’t have to like it. And second- HOW COULD COUSIN MARV?? The movies definitely worth a watch and there’s a lot of good detail and great acting - I always have that problem of separating actors and the characters like that’s Tom Hardy or James Gandolfini playing someone - but this movie sucked me in and I was able to really just enjoy the story and the shocking twists.
Rating: 7/10 Pups 🐶
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fe17 thoughts (part 1)
first round of engage thoughts... i just beat chapter 17 but this is mostly about the firene gang so probably only spoilers for the early game
probably the worst FE in terms of line writing; ppl rag on fates for bad writing but mainly for plot holes/concept but i didn’t mind fe14 on a line level. there have certainly been more times during engage where the actual lines characters were given felt very amateurish.
in terms of characterization, i feel this game is probably the weakest as well. the character gimmicks are fine to me (none feel very egregious at this point) but i think the characters are hurt by how short the supports are. i think these are the shortest supports in an FE game? generally i feel like in FE, supports generally each contain a full story beat so a support chain will consist of 3 separate encounters, usually with at 1 or 2 reversals in there, but fe17 supports sometimes take all 3 levels to cover just one story beat (i.e. the b support picks up directly where the c support conversation left off, rather than being a new conversation resulting from the characters getting to know each other better). that gives the impression the characterization is much shallower than in other FE games. but i’m not convinced it... needed to be this way? there are moments where i feel like some characters DO have other things going on for them other than the 1 gimmick/character trait from their c-support.. i’ll revisit this when i’ve unlocked more a-supports i guess
like many people, i was taken aback by Alear’s design but I’ve mostly come around to it. I played M!Alear because he has less hair to look at. ppl have criticized the divine dragon thing being an excuse for protagonist worship but I don’t mind it; the game plays with how being worshipped is actually something uncomfortable for Alear and there’s a minor recurring theme about the nature of worship in Elyos which is a little juicy
mixed feelings on framme/clanne (i always want to write framme/cramme lol). probably least fav christmas cavs, which is a feat when alan/lance exist. i actually do think the Divine Dragon Fan Club is very funny... but i don’t like either of their designs and i feel like.... they’re annoying??
alfred is a wannabe himbo and i love that for him. it’s an interesting choice to give him that personality but make him look like That. i liked most of his supports; he is very funny.
reserving judgment of celine until i’ve gotten her later supports. she does talk about tea a lot but i sense she does have more going on; i like that she’s more canny and mature than a lot of kind younger sister types. i feel like a lot of the character supports are padded by polite pleasantries but celine sometimes cuts through the niceties in a way that suggests there’s more going on with her?? i will return to this point after i get more supports. i do like her design; she is cute and her big poofy dress is funny.
chloe is pretty. i think her thing with eating weird foods is funny as well, but the writers (possibly localizers, could be in the original jp context as well) missed the mark with calling the food “folk food.” it would be one thing if what she was eating was actually established in lore to be what commoners or regional peasants eat as a fact of the world. we do have a lot of noble characters who could be aghast by that. but we also have characters from poorer backgrounds and nobody eats what chloe is shown to be eating, so it doesn’t feel like honest world building when chloe lectures other characters about the authenticity of weird regional delicacies
(but it could have been funny if chloe could only cook weird things that no one else likes in the cafe)
louis’s thing with watching ppl is a little uncomfy for me but i could change my mind at some point. i do like his green eyes when he opens them, and i like that they do have him open them at times; that endears the character to me. i like that he’s a pushy big brother to zelkov
limited thoughts on boucheron; i do like his reactions to alfred and etie harassing him and he makes a good straight man to them. “those are my abs” from the etie support was great. his model does make it abundantly clear that the shoulders on the adult male model are too broad, so that’s distracting.
i actually like most of the firene gang on their own... but as a group they are too nice lol and it makes most of the conversations/supports in the early game feel kind of bland and samey.
ESPECIALLY QUEEN EVE; i feel like her design is very regal, proud, and borderline-could-be-a-bitch but then she just is a normal nice lady, so i was disappointed.
as a side note, to all the people (on reddit) who keep saying they wrote etie to be a buff bodybuilder but didn’t draw her as one... they didn’t write her to be a buff bodybuilder. they wrote her to aspire to be a buff bodybuilder, but she struggles to put on muscle like alfred does, read the words on the screen, i beg of you.
thought jean would be a stronger unit but he’s... not that good for me; i feel like... qi adepts aren’t good???? i don’t mind that he and anna are children but i have seen some criticism of their ages.
anna is cute. i have the same criticism of her as i do with all post-fe12 anna’s, which is that fe12 anna is best anna. the money thing is more toned down in engage, which i appreciate. she is so little. i think she has good growths but i haven’t noticed her being that good because mine is flimsy as paper.
gameplay-wise, the emblems are really fun. this is a new level of unit customization for Fire Emblem. class changing/skills were serviceable before but they required grinding and some level of commitment to them, whereas i’ve been swapping emblems on and off characters very liberally so the way i play each unit changes between battles. that is very neat.
edelgard/dimi/claude is my favorite emblem; fallen star is very good, atrocity is strong but less useful, raging storm is mostly not useful due to the cost but i’ve used it once. tiki is good as well as she’s strong; i’ve not noticed her increased growths having that much effect but could be because i swap her on and off people.
for base game emblems, i think probably... micaiah > lyn > sigurd > byleth > celica > eirika > corrin > ike > lucina > leif > marth > roy
i haven’t used leif and roy that much so they could be better than i recall.
unit-wise, i don’t think i’ve noticed many stand outs for me? everyone is roughly usable, and i’ve trained everyone but clanne and vander (i’m in desperate need of more master seals)
everyone is saying you need to promote at level 10. THERE’S NOT ENOUGH MASTER SEALS TO DO THAT. i promoted everyone at level 20 and i still have people sitting there waiting for master seals.
speaking of not having enough of a resource, i’m also very poor. i upgraded all countries to level 2 to get their regional clothes but the level 3 is TOO EXPENSIVE. i have a lot of gold skirmishes but they’re rough to do bc they’re pretty high level and if i use my high level guys, those guys will level up, and then the skirmish level will INCREASE MORE. this is... like a punishment for sisyphus
they buffed armors so much that mages are really indispensable. hammers and armorslayers... do not work lol
i appreciate that they gave us lots of shiny staves to use, and pretty early too. i have not used them.
i guess alear is my strongest unit??? they’re pretty dodgy but didnt stop marni from ONE SHOTTING ME.
i’ll do brodia gang next; i have lots of thoughts on them. i’m recording these for future me’s reference, but i’m happy to hear other people’s thoughts too!
#m#fe17#elyos#mine#i'm not finished w the game so could change my mind at some point#i wonder when the fe17 ao3 category will pop off#there's only 79 fics rn but i assume most ppl haven't gotten most of the content yet#my wager is it certainly won't get the readership 3h did but it should get several thousand like fe13 and fe14
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Hey all! So sorry for the lack of posting fic-wise. It's been a bit of a rough week and I haven't been able to write as much as I wanted to. A lot of the stuff I had coming is WIP (reqs, the revise + chapter 2 of 'I'll Get You Yet', and a couple other things) but I managed to find this thing I wrote a while back! It's an oc fic so not everyone might be into it, but for those who do read I hope you like it! This is just the intro, possibly more to come later
“So, what does this job entail again?”
Sharp blue eyes stared down her soon-to-be boss - they’d worked together in the past, she’d never had a problem with him and the same likely went for his attitude towards her. If that weren’t true then she wouldn’t have been called here in the first place. No matter how decent of a reputation a mercenary had regarding their work, a good rapport was always preferable when it came to more important jobs like this. Any ragtag group could rush a bandit camp or sway a fight over resources, but this particular task seemed a little more delicate than that. Knowing Doc, he had a reason for picking her specifically. Although…
Those same eyes flicked down towards the desk, looking over the two files open before her. Apparently these would be the people she’d be working with should she take the job. Frankly she was a little hesitant to accept solely because of that. It wasn’t an ego thing, she knew how crucial working in a group could be, but it was easier to rely on her own skills. That way no one else fucked you over, there was no chance of clashing with anyone else if you were the entire team. Sure, it could make things a little more difficult, but she’d pulled through bleaker scenarios and was still standing. “You know I’m not the best when it comes to working with others. Too messy.” Something akin to a chuckle left the masked man across from her. “Funny, that’s basically what both of them said when I paired them up initially.” It didn’t sound unlikely, plus he was never one to lie, but putting herself in either one’s shoes didn’t bring a picture with a happy ending. Best case scenario, they managed to get the job done with everyone alive. And the worst? Well, it wasn’t hard to picture various ways something could go wrong, but someone (if not all of them) would end up dead. “They’re reliable, Hel. Just play it cool and you’ll pull through. You all will.” For some reason that emphasis didn’t make her feel any better. Her lips pursed behind the thick red scarf pulled over the lower half of her face as she considered it.
If it were anyone else she would’ve shot down the job entirely, but considering their history it wasn’t as easy to do that. “I… I’m unsure. Wouldn’t it be less complicated to not throw another person in the mix? If they work so well together, then-” A raised hand cut her off, whatever argument she was going to pose dying on her tongue. Even from behind those goggles he wore it was easy to feel how stern his gaze was. That was more than enough to tell her that he meant business about this. “This needs to be a fast job. While they both work well together, getting too caught up fighting whatever the agency throws at them could end up ruining the mission entirely.” Reclining in his seat, the masked man folded his hands behind his head. “That’s where you come in. You’ve got a tendency to work through things quickly, so you’ll basically be clearing the way for them. Handling the ones that are easy to pick off and any stragglers that might come after them. Easy enough, right?” He did have a point there - if it was just clearing out any trouble that might hold them up then this mission would be a cakewalk. Hel gave a curt nod in response. “That sounds acceptable.” Even if she wasn’t fully comfortable with the idea it sounded like she’d mainly be working on her own anyways. Even if it sounded a little conceited or ‘stuck up’ as some might say, doing the job herself always yielded better results. Working with others was often too messy, she left the jobs that absolutely needed multiple to those already in established groups or the ones who were too dumb to jump in with others they hardly knew.
Something that she was kind of doing now, wasn’t she?
“You know, for someone who hides half their face, you’re surprisingly easy to read.” That comment snapped her out of it. With a sigh, Doc continued. “Look. I wouldn’t be asking this if it wasn’t serious, and I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t confident in your abilities. If you really want a motivator, just take this as the payback for that little favor I did for you a while ago.” Something in her eyes sharpened at that comment. She knew exactly what he was talking about - personally she didn’t think that a single request like this would ever repay what he’d dug up for her, but if he felt it was an adequate trade? Good enough for her.
“Very well.” Hel stood up from the seat across from him. “I’ll meet them inside, need to scope out the place a little. Getting a head start on clearing out any trouble might not hurt, either…” She thought aloud. It could all be figured out later, though. From the looks of things she’d have a day or two to prepare. Hel picked up a copy of the briefing, skimming it over before closing the folder and tucking it under her arm. “Just don’t be too hard on them, alright? Who knows, maybe they might grow on you.” For once she smiled, just a little hint of one. The thought was an amusing one, nice even, but she highly doubted that happening. “It’ll be a cold day in Nevada when that happens, Doc.” Giving a little wave over her shoulder, Hel walked through the door and shut it behind her. Even if the whole ‘working with people you barely know’ wasn’t the most appealing thing in the world, she’d get it done. If what he said back there was true then neither of them should be a problem. She hoped not, anyways…
What she hadn’t seen, though, was the spark of amusement behind those red-tinted goggles. He’d neglected to tell her that, while it hadn’t been said verbatim, had basically come out of the pair’s lips when regarding the other. At first they’d absolutely hated each other, the only reason why they hadn’t fought a handful of times was because they were too busy taking out who they were assigned to or they were too tired after the mission. Now things were different, of course, but seeing the parallels in how Hel reacted? He had a feeling that she was going to be wrong about that statement.
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OC ask meme lets go 16-20 and 31 & 32
YEEHAW let's do it... these are fun ones thank u
Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?
Best biologist would be Yarrow if he actually focused on it because organic sciences come more easily to him, but also he might not be the best because his focus would be everywhere. Roman is the secondmost likely to do well at it because he's a giant nerd who lives for school and knowledge and just always does that with all his classes.
Any OC OTPs?
oOO with my own guys not as much but me and my wife have a few... huge shoutout to the OGs Roman and Vince, still going strong quite literally 14 years now! (Of my own characters besides this I think I'm... forming an otp for two skyship captains... late-middle aged milf rivals is very tempting to me)
Any OC crackships?
fjfhd GOOD question. I think Yarrow smash or passing every character I have is very funny as an idea, and maybe the funniest possibility is like. the absolutely world-ending relationships between the primal gods of my setting (the giant 200 mile centipede has the hots for the unknowably huge primal god of earth, go girls!!!)
Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)
Okay choosing one is hard but I've been thinking abt him a lot so it's time to talk abt Yarrow!! Yarrow was the first developed OC that I made that wasn't either Just Me but slightly different (i.e. Roman) or tied/inspired by some sort of media (FR, other games I'd played) and like... idk!!! He's very important to me because of that but because he was the first character that I sat down and purposefully made a detailed background for, and is still one of the few characters I have that is intensely bold and has hard edges to him. He represents overcoming obstacles to me and becoming genuinely good person because you want it even if you're not perfect or 100% successful all the time, and then applying that same grace to others. Also he's fun to get clothes designed for and can be a goofy guy on the side which means I have fun with him in serious and silly situations.
Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?
Of my developed OCs that I can think of off the top of my head, Roman and Yarrow and Sgositova can for SURE sing and do so enough that others would know about it. Roman's a tenor with the best overall vocal skill of the bunch (he can get very loud if he wants to and still sounds pretty good!), Yarrow's a high baritone who has evolved to be a little more smooth jazz than his original voice claims (somewhere in the slider between Michael Buble and Frank Sinatra), and Tova's the worst singer technically with the most gusto and she's a husky-voiced alto (sea shanties will do that). OCs that can sing decently but don't do it often are Rho (higher alto than Tova, could sing lounge jazz if she wasn't shy) and Leynth (tenor as well, beautiful voice but has trouble with breath support and holding a note without accompaniment).
Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)
Gonna pick someone I haven't mentioned as much it's time for Grey because I think his blog would be objectively funny. Grey's blog is aesthetic black and white photos of modern architecture, grandiose party aesthetics, jewelry and suits (with links to buy them that were either there or he added on his own), and advertisements for his own business products (assuming they existed). He'd tag things with a three digit code depending on type and would have everything queued and genuinely it'd be hard to determine whether his account was a personal or company account until one day he posts something notably horny or extremely emotional and then quickly covers it up with about 80 reblogs.
Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?
Roman.............................................................. just because he'd be a miserable little bastard who's nearly crying and says "who's there????" at every noise. Special mention to Dehiscence for being the monster in a horror game tho they'd do well.
#ty so much for the ask!!! I'm gonna get to the rest of them tomorrow hehe#c: Roman#C: dehiscence#c: yarrow#c: sgositova#c: leynth#c: rho#c: grey
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Taylor Clark
- Character Stats -
Name: Taylor Clark
Age: 18
Traits: Nearly Blind Without Glasses
Role: Columtreal University Freshman
Role: Beta Lota Chi (BIX) Pledgue.
Relationship: Single
- Back Story -
Original Taylor
Taylor was a middle class boy from a small suburban town, but he was a slacker who always played games and was so-so in school. He didn’t have many friends and was often bullied for his small size and girlish face. He was a bit of a social shut in spending most of his time just watching anime or playing games. He could hardly talk to a girl.
Come time for college he only managed to get into Columtreal University, but it wasn’t local and it wasn’t in the best location. Wanting to go to school he was sent off to school and was excited for a fresh start hoping to get some friends and especially hoping to hook up with some hot college girls.
His first week of college was pretty uneventful going to class and keeping to himself. In the end he was still a shut-in in his dorm now instead of his parent’s basement. Until one day he saw a hot cheerleader forget their purse at a coffee shop! He thought this was his chance so he went and picked it up but was too shy to say anything and followed her home. Long story short she ended up thinking he was a stalker who stole her purse and broke into her apartment…(in an effort to return it) not to mention having found and picked up some of her panties at the worst possible moment sealing his fate as being mistaken as a pervert.
In exchange for not calling the cops and having him expelled she forced them to crossdress and took many photos to blackmail them with. Sending some money to her friends at a salon and sex shot they helped make Taylor over into a real cutie. She wasn’t expecting just how passable Taylor looked all done up with a wig and body forms.
Blackmail Photos
- Former Enhancements For Blackmail Pics-
Blond Wig
Glued on Breast Forms
Glued on Hip and Butt Forms
After seeing the end result they figured it would be funny to force them to pledge a sorority, and surprisingly they even managed to get accepted, complicating things. Having had her fun the cheerleader more or less forgot all about the boy, but held onto the photos for further blackmail. Unknown to her, her friends that helped make Taylor over got really into the idea of lying, manipulating, and blackmailing the boy more and more forcing them to live as a college girl.
Shortly after Taylor lost the wig and got their real hair styled into a cute short blonde dyed hair due. They also lost the body forms, but they have started going to the gym with a personal trainer as well as started to take some work out supplements. What Taylor doesn’t know is that those supplements are actually full of female hormones, and the routine their trainer has them on is all about helping build womanly legs and butt.
Crossdressing Taylor
- Current Cosmetic Enhancements -
Dyed Blond Hair
Full Make Up
Belly Button Ring
Pierced Ears
As time passes everyday Taylor is looking more and more like a real woman. The hormones are starting to make them look more womanly and even grew a small pair of breasts. They have also developed quite the gym grown booty. Their hair also is getting a bit longer.
Hormone Progress
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mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…
Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp
sfw
Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.
Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan.
Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up.
Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter.
No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.
Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning.
He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night.
He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off.
He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking.
If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you.
His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font.
Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit.
He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo
Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener.
Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven.
You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears.
Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too.
He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao.
Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with.
He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll.
Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it.
Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too.
He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method).
Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth.
He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking.
nsfw/suggestive
Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out.
Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy.
Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin.
Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.”
He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves.
Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.
Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape.
He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo
Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans.
Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you.
It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you.
Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him.
You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard.
#anonymous#sick and twisted and lovely and precious my boyfriend ladies and germs!!!!!#eren x reader#aot x reader#eren fluff#eren smut#eren jaeger x reader#eren.ask
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