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sapphirerubycreates · 7 months

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Septictober Day 16: Hostage

Part of my Missed Messages AU

Content warning: torture, electrocution, gore?, stabbing/knives, violence

Author's Note: Yeah, I think I got kinda dark in this one. Sorry it's late too. Only got it last night, and just got finished editing.

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Not even ten seconds after he’d slapped them awake, and they were already screaming and struggling uselessly. At least the duct tape made the noise bearable. “Scream all you want.” Anti sharpened a knife in his hand. “We’re in an abandoned building with nothing around for miles. And I will cut out your tongue if you annoy me too much.” He made a point of making another pass to sharpen the blade, trying to really drag out that metallic noise. At least that seemed to quiet them for now.

Anti walked round to his chair-bound hostage, a twisted smile on his face. They struggled against the ties, tried to plead through the tape, begged with their eyes to be let go. But Anti wasn’t having that at all.

“You know,” he flipped his small knife about on his hand, playing as he mulled over his plan, “I’ve been learning some anatomy, and I think you’re the perfect person to help me test my knowledge. And I promise, if you stay still, it’ll only hurt a little.” He casually sauntered to the back of the chair, whistling all the while. Lifted up the guy’s shirt to expose their back.

“Let’s see...” Anti trailed the knife in an S shape down their spine to the sacral vertebrae. “This section...” he sent a shock through the metal that was hopefully targeted enough for his goal. His subject jumped at the electrocution, but he was just getting started. “... I believe that was supposed to make you impotent.” Anti peaked his head to the side and looked at the man in the chair. “Does it feel any different?”

His hostage gave incoherent, muffled pleas, but Anti just went back to his work. “Up here...” he tried to be a bit more precise with his guess, but the curves of the spine weren’t so exact with someone writhing against him. Another jolt, another cry. “Your lower legs should be paralyzed.”

Anti dragged the knife tip slowly up the spine, sending small electric impulses the entire time. Then they shifted too far underneath him, making his blade brush off the spine and hit another section of the lower back. He stopped shocking the man, but not before he’d hit something inside that wasn’t in the spinal column. Anti growled at that annoyance.

Why did they always misbehave? He had to go around front to address him. Tears on the man’s face didn’t garner any kind of sympathy. “When I ask you to stay still...” Anti swiftly plunged the knife into their right thigh, all the way down to the handle. Didn’t think he hit an artery, and even if he didn’t, he wasn’t ready to take the dagger out yet. “Stay still. Or do you have a death wish?” The man shook his head, struggling less now. “Good.”

Anti went back around, having to resort to using his fingertips now. “Now where was I... Ah. Here.” Upper legs gone. It was easier to feel the vertebrae, but he didn’t leave those pretty burn marks. The whimpering was getting to be a bit much. “C’mon. You can’t even feel it now.” He was sure about that at this point.

“But that’s just a warm up. Paralyzing you isn’t enough. Let’s see. If I go up here... That should be your stomach. You feel that pit in your gut? Or actually...” Anti walked his fingers down the spine, “Maybe intestines? Yeah, she said intestines were where the pain was. And actually, I know you don’t have ovaries, but kidneys are close to the same area, right?” Another shock to mess with their function. “Sorry if I got that wrong. This is all new to me.”

“Oh, also, is it pain, or just a numbness? Because I don’t think it’d be fair if you aren’t feeling a fraction of the pain you’ve caused. Actually. Hmmmmm. I usually do this from the front, but hey, we’re trying new things today.” Anti tried to find the T2 and T3 vertebrae. This one had to be careful and controlled. Didn’t want full cardiac arrest, just distress. But the brat just kept squirming and trying to move Anti’s hand out of position. Anti sighed, having to teach them another lesson.

Another knife plucked from the table, but no theatrics this time– just straight into their hand (and wooden chair arm) without hesitation or prelude. “Be glad I didn’t stab you in your left, since that’s the one you write with it.” His hostage just looked at Anti with such shock and horror. “Oh, I’m not a stalker. She noticed. And it’s such a small thing to notice. But she did. So what kind of blind man do you have to be to not see how you made her suffer day in and day out. Actually, that gives me an idea.” Anti looked at the open book on his table. “Hmmmm. You know what, I’ll chance the deafness.”

The jerk struggled against the restraints after that. And of course he would. Nothing about this kind of thing was ever that easy. No one ever took punishment well. “Seems we’re doing this the hard way.” Anti pressed his hands on either shoulder and sent a pulse all the way through both arms. The squirming finally stopped. “And I had so wanted to see if I could do that from the spinal column.” Anti sulked. “Do you know how useful that knowledge would have been?”

Anti laid a hand on the back of his subject’s neck, but the ass just kept thrashing about so Anti couldn’t be precise with his shock. See no other choice, Anti clamped his other hand around the front of their neck. Leaned close to the dick’s ear. “I’d rather not kill you,” he hissed, “but I have no problem doing it. So just sit back and relax. This will all be over soon.” He felt the gulp, but the man tried to pin his captor’s hand with his chin of all things. Another small jolt through his spine, and the struggling stopped. Finally Anti let out a sigh of relief.

“Was that so hard now?” And Anti was going to reposition himself to try again, but then there was gasping. Wheezing. He put two fingers on their jugular, and it wasn’t pulsating. Anti growled in frustration at this, because this wasn’t the plan. “You stupid prick.” Anti tore the tape off, trying to give them a larger airway, but that didn’t help. Wanted the bastard to suffer, not die. He came round to work on their chest, knowing at least how to restart a heart without a pulse.

“Just a little blindness.” He placed a hand over top their heart. “Was that really too much to ask?” A shock to the muscle. Nothing so far. “It’s not like you didn’t have it coming.” Pressed in and gave another shock. “Would you have preferred I break your back?” A third one and it still wasn’t enough.

“Jeez!” Anti went around to his back, a little more frantic now. “Cause that would be too easy, you know?” Tried to spike the T2 and T3 nerves, but he still wasn’t breathing. “You work her to death, so you deserve a little death too.” Maybe his C-spine again? “Not actual death.” A big shock down the entire spinal column to try and get everything working again.

It was almost a relief to hear that gasp for air. Almost. “Goddamn bastard,” Anti breathed out. “Making this harder than it has to be.”

“You’re. Insane,” his hostage coughed out, still barely getting a handle on his restarted lungs.

“I’m insane. Really?” Anti walked in front, wanting to see the liar’s eyes. “You beat her spirit down to a pulp and spat on it. Sure it’s not physical abuse, gold star! but it’s hell nonetheless.”

“What–” he hacked up a lung trying to catch his breath. “Are– talking?”

“Oh, you don’t remember me do you?” Anti questioned playfully. “You’re such a self-important egomaniac, why would you? Let me sum it up then. You met me the other night. I stopped my brother from punching you in the face. And spoilers, I didn’t do that cause I’m that nice.” Anti laid out an unsettling grin, waiting for his victim to remember. And it was amazing to watch the eyes grow wide at realization.

“You??”

“Mmhm!” He was so proud of himself. “Neither of them know what proper revenge is.”

“Revenge? It’s just a project. You’re insane!”

“Maybe a little.” Anti put the tape back over his mouth, not interested in his excuses right now. He went back to his table of knives, thinking about going with one of his old, reliable methods of pain instead of trying out this new stuff. He picked up a knife and started turning it over in his hands, thinking about where to go first. “But mainly cause I actually let you torture her for the whole semester instead of beating you to a pulp after that first stunt you pulled.” He stopped musing and pointed the knife at him. “And I do mean that literally.” He paused a moment, thinking about carving up that flawless face of his.“But Robin convinced us that she couldn’t do that entire project on her own; that she needed you. And it turns out?” He made a little laugh for emphasis at this crazy situation, wanting to see the man’s pathetic face. “She did it all on her own anyway! And you were never punished for any of it! Just took credit for her hardwork and peddled it like you were the brains of the operation. Well, even if I didn’t do this soon enough to prevent her from breaking down...” Anti twisted and dug the edge of his blade into the worm’s left shoulder blade. Boy was he a screamer, even with the tape. “... I can at least make you feel some of the pain she did. Too little too late, but we’re gonna try and make up for it, yeah?”

#septictober #jse anti #oc robin #tw torture #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #sapphirerubywrites #missed messages au

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hannuhbee · 2 years

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HIII, hope you’re having an amazing day!! <3

I WAS WATCHING 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AND MY USUALLY EMPTY HEAD THOUGHT OF SOMETHING AND NOW I HAVE A REQUEST 🤭

Reader can be like Chrissy’s sister and Jason wants to take Chrissy to prom but he can’t bc reader has to go with a date so Jason gets desperate and like pays Eddie to take reader since he’s like the only person that wouldn’t be scared away by reader. Basically like the whole plot of ttihay. Like fluff in the beginning and some angst when reader finds out about Eddie and Jason’s deal but it ultimately ending with fluff🫶🏽😩

PLEASE!!! AND IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR BUT I COULDNT HELP BUT THINK IT WAS REALLY CUTE😭

anon i love you for giving an excuse to watch ttihay for the thousandth time again mwah! rewrote this a bunch but it came out too long so it’s basically just a retelling with short little flashbacks (italics). sorry this is so bad and got so long i am a mess | wc; 4.4k (what!!!!) [not edited btw]

you fell in love with eddie munson. it happened little by little, day by day.

it happened when he found you at a record store, a new van halen cassette tightly clutched in your hands.

“whatcha got there?” he asks, sliding in to lean on your car door.

“jesus christ! why do you do that?”

eddie smiles innocently. “do what? charm you with my looks and… charm?”

you snort. “no, freak me out by just appearing out of thin air.”

“yeah whatever, whatcha got?” he repeats.

“1984.”

“you like van halen? y’know, i’ve got the same name as eddie van halen.” he brags, pushing his hair out of his f ace.

you shake your head. “i do like halen. sucks you aren’t in a band like eddie can halen though.” you pout.

he gets this crazy look on his face, like he’s been waiting for you to say that. “i am in a band. not van halen-esque, but a band.”

“no you aren’t.” you gape. he nods. “oh my god! what kind of music do you play? metal? rock? that awful pop i hear on the radio? please don’t tell me you play pop music.”

eddie laughs loudly, his head hanging back and everything. he decides to tease you. “we do actually, can’t believe you’re calling my music shitty.” he mimes a tear falling down his cheek.

you want to reach out and hit his shoulder for joking with you, but you don’t. you stand there and laugh and shake your head.

eddie feels weird, having a girl laugh with him and not at him. “are you afraid of me?”

“afraid? why would i be afraid of metalhead eddie munson?” you say in a teasing tone.

he catches on. “okay, so you aren’t afraid, but i can bet you’ve thought about me naked.”

you play along. “you’ve caught me, i’m always thinking about what tattoos you have under there.” you gesture to his shirt. his face turns a bright pink color and before he can say anything in response, a loud engine cuts him off.

jason carver.

he parks directly behind your car and turns off the engine, getting out with a smug look on his face.

“good luck with that.” eddie says, finding the courage to wink. he walks off.

“god, what is it, asshole day?” you say, directed sort of towards jason as he walks by, chewing his stupid gum and spinning his stupid keys on his stupid finger.

you sigh. you were impulsive, a flaw you could admit. a flaw that made you climb into your car, switch to reverse, turn around and…

“what the fuck?!” jason cries. hit jason carver’s stupid car.

you’ve left a sizeable dent in the driver’s side. you’re impressed with your work, and it seems like eddie is too, as he came back just to laugh and nod to you.

it’s what jason deserves after being weird around your sister. it’s like ever since she got on the cheerleading team and became chrissy cunningham, ‘queen of hawkins high’, he beelined to her and won’t leave her alone. she didn’t mind him though, he was a jock and jocks date cheerleaders.

it happened a little bit when you actually saw him perform in his band, that one fateful night at the hideout.

“you’re in corroded coffin?” you shout over the radio music. not as good as eddie’s.

“that’s me. you like it?”

you nod. “it was great! usually not the biggest fan of metallica but, y’know, i liked it.”

“not the biggest- okay, i need to show you their good stuff later.” he says, stern and serious, but he’s smiling.

you nod and laugh. “looking forward to it.”

“so uh, why’re you here? you don’t look like a drinker.”

you shake your head and hold up a coke can. “i’m not, can’t stand drinking. i just know carol and wanted to catch up.” carol was the owner of the hideout and a long time family friend.

a beat passes before eddie speaks up.

“there’s party soon. i’m sure you’ve heard.” he clear his throat.

“what, because i’m obviously such a party-goer?” you joke. “i have. i’m definitely not going.”

“what if you went with me?” he asked. it was a little tempting. eddie was fun, parties were not fun. eddie would make parties fun.

you shake your head. “no can do. look, i gotta help out my mom with some stuff so i uh, gotta go.”

eddie nods. “wait, so what do you say?” he pouts, trying again.

you laugh and shake your head. “you never give up do you?”

“was that a yes?” he calls as you’ve already slipped away.

“no!”

eddie laughs. “was that a no?” he’s even louder than before.

if he had been closer, he would’ve heard you giggle before responding. “no!”

“9:30!” he shouts one last time, just loud enough so that you can barely hear it.

it happened a little bit when eddie took you to that party, then took care of you when you got too drunk.

“i’ve been looking for yo- woah wait. i think you need to sit down.” his eyes are wide at your expression, smiling dopily and eyes halfway closed.

“you’re pretty.” you say, words slurring.

“how much did you drink tonight?” he asks, holding you up. from your perspective, you’re standing perfectly fine.

you wave him off. “dunno, maybe,” hiccup. “four.”

“for what? shots?”

“beers. bottles.”

eddie sighs, closing his eyes for a second. “okay, we have to leave before you hurt yourself or something.”

you want to protest, but that’s when you can feel a headache coming on. you nod. “‘kay.”

eddie takes you to a nearby swingset, away from the noise of the party and the smell of cheap alcohol.

“wanna tell me why you’re drinking? thought you didn’t like that.”

“my dad’s a major asshole. he’s like, awful about dating. did you know that,” hiccup. “chrissy wants to date jason, and vice versa, but since my dad’s weird she can’t.”

eddie already knows. “why’s that?”

“if i don’t date, neither does she. i don’t wanna, but i feel so guilty.” your words are slurring again, your thoughts not completely coherent.

the bills are weighing down eddie’s pockets like bricks. “sounds shitty.”

you nod. “i’m also just being a high schooler.”

eddie laughs, though it’s strained, nearly choking on guilt. “i think i should get you home.”

you jump up and shout. “no! i can’t have some drunk guy,” hiccup. “driving my car!”

eddie laughs and helps you to steady yourself. “‘m not drunk, didn’t just in case you needed help.”

that’s when you felt it, that foreign feeling creeping throughout your body, hitting your heart.

eddie took you to your car and helped you inside, a hand placed on your head to protect it. he buckled you in, because he needed you safe.

he drove you home, driving the speed limit and glancing at you whenever he could, just to make sure you were okay.

he turned on the radio and smiled when it was van halen's girl gone bad from that same album you had bought earlier. it was perfect. eddie felt happy.

the volume low. loud enough to be heard, but not enough to hurt your head. "i should do this." you mention.

"what? start a band?"

you nod and hum. "i think i'd be good at it."

"y'know, i'm in a band. i could recruit you as a new member."

you burst out into laughter, although it wasn't funny. "what metal songs use a tambourine?"

eddie shrugs. he's parked at your house. "you play the tambourine?"

you shake your head and laugh, eyes scrunched up. "no, but i bet you i could. my father would love that, being in a band."

eddie turns the radio off, not wanting you to get distracted. he's never been good with words. "you don't strike me as the type that would ask your father for permission."

you shake your head. "so now you think you know me?"

"i'm getting there." eddie says. he's so happy inside, getting to know you.

"the only thing people know about me is that i'm a big reader with no friends. that i like jane austen a little bit too much. that i've read the dune books like fifteen hundred times."

"so you're a nerd like me?"

you nod, then backtrack. "i'm not a dungeons and dragons and tolkien nerd, but basically."

you stare at eddie for a second, and he stares back. you have this look of fondness on your face, but eddie just chalks it up to your influenced state.

he clears his throat. "so uh, what's up with your dad? he's a pain in the ass."

you nod, clearing your throat as well. "not a pain in the ass, just wants me to be someone i'm not."

"like chrissy?"

you laugh hard, nodding. "like chrissy." you repeat.

"look, i know everyone's all wrapped up in chrissy right now, but uh," he pauses, rubbing his eyes. "she's without."

now it's his turn to have this look of fondness on his face. you don't say anything, just stare, a smile creeping onto your face. "you're not as weird as i thought you were."

eddie laughs, knowing you're still really drunk. it's a breathy laugh, weird and stuck almost.

you close your eyes and lean in, your drunk brain thinking it's the best idea.

as much as eddie wants to, he knows it's not the right time. he clears his throat after what seems like an eternity. "maybe we should uh, do this another time." he hurts saying it, and he knows that he's hurt you too, just from the look on your face.

you scoff, leaning back. you climb out of the car, your car, and leave him to be alone.

it happened a little bit when he surprised you by reciting parts of the love letter wentworth wrote to anne in persuasion.

you were at the new library, the one that opened up recently. it just so happened to carry every jane austen novel, your favorites. you were browsing through, looking for anything that struck your fancy when you see a head a wild hair from the other side.

eddie notices you noticing him, and he runs around to the other side where you are. he puts on his best performance. "i can listen no longer in silence. i must speak to you by such means as are within my reach."

"what are you doing here?" you ask, eyes narrowed.

he continues. "you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope."

"god you are so," you start.

he cuts you off, smiling wide. "charming." you give him a sour look and walk away. "wholesome!" he tries again.

"unwelcome. you can't just, fucking, read off a love letter and expect everything to be okay." you try to make yourself sound as confident as you can.

"you're not as different as you think you, you know that?" eddie knew because he was different. you and he were much the same.

"you're not as badass as you think you are." you spit back. eddie wants to protest, to tell you he doesn't think he's badass, far from it. but you push a used copy of pride and prejudice to his chest and walk away.

it even happened when he sang house of pain in the cafeteria after everything, still persistent.

you were sitting in the cafeteria alone, your friends all ditching or with other people you didn't know. you were pushed around the food on your tray before you heard a heavy thump, causing you to look up.

eddie munson, hawkins very own metalhead, was standing on a cafeteria table with a mic. he was staring directly at you. he raises the mic to his mouth, and the music starts.

he laughs into the mic and winks, something silly, even for him.

he dances wildly, nearly stepping on everyone's food.

"say you're gonna leave me, 'cause i only tie you up"

you want to scowl, to walk out and leave him to embarrass himself, just like he did to you in your car. but you don't. it's stupid and awful but you smile and laugh.

teachers have come to the commotion and were running around trying to catch him. he's running this way and that, avoiding the teacher's hands and grabs.

"i always loved you tender, but you only like it rough." he laughs before continuing, tripping up on some lunch trays. "woman bound for glory, why you're leavin' me again?"

you want the song to continue, but a teacher jumps up and grabs the mic from him and speaks into it. "munson, detention." the mic was really the nail in the coffin.

he looks to you and shrugs, smiling like an idiot.

you can't control your laughter, shaking your head.

even when you snuck him out of detention.

you pulled your shirt down, enough to allow a little bit of skin to show. it was after school, detention in mr. andes room.

you blew out a large breath, then walked in. or waltz in really.

"hi mr. andes." you say in a sweet tone.

eddie looks up, knowing your voice. it's high and sweet but it's you.

"oh hi there, what can i do for you?" he asked, leaning back onto his desk.

you tuck hair behind your ear, smiling. "i just had some uh," your voice cracked. "i'm so sorry. i was just thinking about some things we could do to make the school library better."

he nods and chuckles. "you do like reading."

you nod. "i do." you move and try to steer him away from the window, his back fully faced towards it.

you glance at eddie, then at the window. he gets the hint, gathering his stuff quietly.

"so, i came up with - oh my! your bicep!" you hold his arm, squeezing to really sell it. "you don't - you don't take steroids do you? 'cause i heard they can really disintegrate your uh, package."

"uh-" the teacher starts, then is distracted by a thud behind him. eddie was not good at climbing through windows. eddie finally gets out, exactly when you pull back mr. andes attention to you.

"sorry about that, let's talk about this later, yeah? the library and... stuff... yeah." you walk back to the door, mr. andes trying to call you back. you run out to find eddie as soon as you've left the room.

he was looking for you too, finding you quickly.

"oh my god! i can't believe you did that with your..."

"my charm? my wits?" you tease, knowing he was talking about your appearance.

"seriously, i can't thank you enough. do you uh... sorry if this is weird, do you smoke?"

"cigarettes? no, can't stand the smell."

he shakes his head. "weed."

you think about it, you don't smoke. but you could. "i guess i could rewind."

eddie smiles wide. "okay i have some stuff in my van if you wanna?"

"i think i'd like that."

you felt it a little when you got high with him.

"this is nice, why haven't i done this before?" you giggle. you were sitting in eddie's van, him on one side, you on the other.

"you haven't known me." he laughs.

your eyes are droopy. "does it always make you feel happy every time?"

eddie nods. "i guess. at least for me."

maybe it was the weed or his hand on your ankle. but something made you scoot closer to him, take his face in your hands, and lean in. this time he leaned in too, connecting your lips.

again, maybe it was the weed, but it was the best kiss you've ever had.

he smiled against your mouth, making you smile too.

"go to prom with me." it's not a question.

you're still smiling when you pull back, but it's faint. "no."

"c'mon, why not?"

"because i don't want to. because it's a stupid tradition."

"it'll be fun, you might surprise some people."

you suddenly felt extremely sober, leaning back fully. "why are you pushing this?" eddie just looks at you, staring, like he doesn't have words. "what's in it for you?"

shit, he thinks. he's been caught. you've found out about his deal with jason. he was paid to take you out, just because jason wanted chrissy. "nothing. can i not want to be with you? i gotta have some ulterior motive?" he asks.

you laugh, bitter. "you tell me."

eddie doesn't like that. he doesn't like hurting you, but ultimately, he did. he did when he took jason carver's stupid fifty dollars. "i don't think you should smoke anymore." he tries to joke, he tries to lighten the situation, he tries to make you laugh.

you don't though. you shake your head. "i think i need to leave." so you do.

after that, it went downhill. everything did.

"chrissy?"

"come in." she says. she's laying on her bed, watching a movie.

you sigh. "i'm sorry for prom. sorry i'm not like you, queen of hawkins high."

"you don't care," she whispers.

"i do. i do care."

chrissy sits up, glaring at you. "you don't! i don't get to go to prom because you don't feel like it! its... it's not fair."

you didn't know how to go about this. you decide to talk about jason. "jason never told you we had history, did he?" she shakes her head. "before he was the jason carver of hawkins high, we were friends."

"yeah, okay." she sneers like she doesn't believe you. you can admit it does sound weird.

"we were friends, but he tried to make a move on me and after that, i realized he was shitty and full of himself and someone i wouldn't want to be friends with."

chrissy's expression changes. "why didn't you tell me?" she knew he was a dick and full of himself. all he talked about at that party was his modeling career. a part of her hoped it wouldn't work out.

"i wanted to let you make up your mind about him."

chrissy stands up, glaring at you again. "so you let dad hold me hostage." she says it more like a statement. "i am not stupid enough to repeat your mistakes."

you stammer. "uh, i guess i thought i was protecting you."

"not letting me experience anything for myself is not protecting me." she closes her eyes before she gets too heated. "leave."

"what?"

"i want you to leave me alone." she opens her door, gesturing for you to leave her room.

when you finally went to prom, everything was okay. until it wasn't.

eddie met you at your house. he wanted to hug and kiss you and tell you sorry over and over again until you believed it. he settled for holding your hand over the center console.

"you're staring," he says, smiling from the driver's seat.

"you're in a suit."

he nods. "i am, something i had laying around. i'm handsome, right?"

he doesn't expect you to laugh and sincerely say, "yeah. you are."

eddie's nearly shaking by the time you get to the hawkins high gym. he had a plan, a plan to get you to trust him again.

"why're you shaking?" you ask, feeling his hand.

he shakes his head. "dunno, prom's scary."

you laugh because prom is scary. "i'm sorry."

"for what?"

he's leading you into the gym, the music getting louder and louder. "for like, questioning you and stuff. i don't believe you'd do anything bad."

eddie tries his best to smile, to make himself look innocent. "it's alright."

once inside, you dance and eddie spins you and laughs. it's just you and him right then, and it feels amazing.

the song ends and eddie lets go of you. "i have to go, i'm not leaving, but i sort of am? you'll see." and he's gone. next thing you know, he's on stage with a guitar in hand, members of his band surrounding him.

a familiar song starts. "you didn't." you mouth.

"i did." he mouths back, his eyes on you.

it's parallel to the event in the cafeteria, eddie on the tables, singing house of pain by van halen. people around you look confused, because why is eddie munson, metalhead and freak, singing for someone?

his eyes on you make you feel like the only girl in the whole wide world.

you forget time, like it's just whirling around you.

"gonna fix it so you never leave. this house of pain." he sings. the song's ended and eddie's already making his way through the crowd to you.

he kisses you like it's the first time again, only you're both sober. lovesick maybe, but sober.

"i can't believe you." you whisper, only for him to hear.

he's smiling like an idiot, a smile you've grown to love.

"hey! why the fuck is chrissy with someone who's not me?" jason appears from behind you. he's directed his harsh words towards eddie, who's eyes are wide. "i didn't pay you to take out y/n just for chrissy to ditch me!"

eddie doesn't respond, his eyes are on you. you're hurt, broken beyond belief. your eyes are watering, blurring eddie to an outline.

"nothing in it for you, huh?" you say. it's quieter than you want, but he hears it. he hears it because he's tuned to you.

you clench your jaw, trying to hold in the tears and sobs and hurt. you walk past, hitting his shoulder.

if you had stayed, you would've seen chrissy walk up to jason, smiling sweetly and innocently. her expression changes dramatically, and quickly. she punches him in the face, his nose.

"what the fuck?!"

she punches him again. "that's for my sister!" she knees him in between his legs. "and that's for me."

jason falls to the floor, hands clutching his nose and crotch. it's a sight to everyone around him.

you felt stupid, falling in love with eddie munson.

"wait!"

"no, eddie."

"it wasn't like that, i swear." he reaches you, holding your shoulder. you pull away.

you scoff. "what was it, like a down payment now and a bonus for kissing me?"

"i didn't care about the money!" he didn't, he was holding onto all the money for you, to do something nice for you once he's fixed everything. everything won't get fixed, he thinks. "i cared about... i cared about you."

"you are everything i thought about you from the beginning," you say, as calm as you can.

you start to walk away and eddie panics. he doesn't know what else to do other than kiss you. you push him away and run out of there. he's messed up. he really has.

in the present, you're in english class, ready to present a poem you had written for an assignment, one that was assigned however long ago. you felt weird, you didn't have eddie anymore. your father apologized for being weird and allowed you to go to an out-of-state college.

unfortunately for you, eddie was actually in the class, something that rarely ever happened. he had his head down and was bouncing his leg up and down.

"okay class, who wants to present their poem first?"

no one steps up, so you do. "i do."

eddie looks up, glancing at you. you aren't looking at him. once you're in front of the class, he notices your hands shaking. he hates that.

you take a deep breath before starting.

"i hate the way you talk to me and i hate the way you cut your hair, i hate the way you drive your van, i hate it when you stare. i hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. i hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme."

you laugh to make it seem like you're not tearing up. it doesn't work.

"i hate it... i hate the way you're always right i hate it when you lie. i hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry."

eddie's looking at you now, studying your expression.

"i hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you don't call. but mostly, i hate the way i don't hate you, not even close not even a little bit not even at all."

eddie's bouncing both legs and wringing his hands. he feels weird, an emotion he can't name. it's not bad, it's nice. like you didn't forget about him.

"sorry." you whisper, wiping your tears before gathering your stuff and leaving.

the day didn't get much easier after that, classes going by like you were walking in molasses. too slow.

when the final bell rang, you wasted no time in getting to your car. you didn't want to face eddie.

in your car, you saw something shiny. a brand new tambourine sitting on the seat. "you're shitting me." you say to yourself.

eddie's there suddenly, right by your side. "do you like it?"

"it's for me?"

eddie laughs. "of course, for when you join my band."

you shake your head laughing. "how'd you-?"

"eh, had a little extra cash." he jokes. "some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl."

you smile, hiking your shoulders up. "is that right?"

"didn't really work though, not sure falling for her was a part of the deal."

you get this look on your face, a mixture of fondness and love and pure admiration. "really?" you know the answer.

he nods. "yeah, i mean it's not every day i find a girl that makes me want to break out into some van halen song."

you laugh, hard. you think about the cafeteria song, and the prom song, all for you. all for you by eddie munson.

he pushes your hair back and kisses you. it's not like the other times, it's sober, unlike the first. it wasn't mean to fix anything, unlike the third. it was real and nice and you wanted it.

you break away to talk. "you can't just buy me a tambourine whenever you screw up."

"i know, but there's always spoons, or maracas, or-" he begins listing off.

you cut him off with another kiss. you were fine with a tambourine, as long as it meant you could be with eddie.

#ask #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader

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sharpth1ng · 1 year

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I love love so much when Stu's sociopathy is actually explored. I feel like there's so much potential there and it's one of my favorite things to do. So I wanted to ask if there's specific things with his sociopathy that you think affect him yadda yadda

This is going to be annoying and pedantic (I’m sorry 🫣), but sociopath isn’t actually a clinical term- it used to be but there isn’t much evidence that it’s different from psychopathy, so psychopath is the clinical term that’s used.

Stu has many of the features of a psychopath, but I don’t think his empathy is quite that messed up, it’s just selective. I also think if he was a psychopath he wouldn’t be as submissive to Billy, they don’t tend to do that, they want total control and they DO NOT work well with others. I think Stu is best understood as having ADHD, as well as sadomasochistic tendencies and deep codependency with Billy.

He has impulse control issues and for sure and is a hybristophiliac, meaning he’s attracted to people who commit crimes. Aside from that being attached to Billy the way he is means he gets approval for the messed up things he does, which he already wants to do but having approval for it means he doesn’t need to process any pain he does cause. I don’t think he would have killed Tatum for example, but that became acceptable to him because Billy wanted it.

I think Stu likes power but not so much for it’s own sake like Billy does, I think he likes power because it lets him do what he wants without considering consequences. He likes to fight, likes the physical sensations of violence and being able to destroy something as he does when he hunts.

Hunting as well has made him desensitized to a certain level of pain and to the consequences of hurting something else, so he can be casual and uncaring about it like he is when he talks about Casey at the fountain.

I think he also just enjoys taboo things/things you aren’t supposed to do just because he likes breaking rules.

I hope this was interesting!

Edit: wanting to be clear here, I’m saying Stu isn’t a psychopath, he’s got other shit going on

#my messed up boy #Stu Macher #scream headcanons #ask

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finitefall · 1 year

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Hi! Love all your takes. Sorry to bother you, but I saw that allegedly George responded “this guy gets it” to a 2013 blog post about Dany becoming the Mad Queen? Have you heard of it? I admit I’m a bit worried.

Hi nonnie! I’m glad you find my posts interesting, and you're not bothering me at all :)

GRRM referred to the Meereen storyline in A Dance with Dragons as "the Meereenese knot" because of how complex it was to write. He talked about it in an interview:

Now that we know how the "Meereenese knot" played out, what was the problem with this? For example, was it the order in which Dany met various characters, or who, when, and how someone would try to take the dragons? Now I can explain things. It was a confluence of many, many factors: lets start with the offer from Xaro to give Dany ships, the refusal of which then leads to Qarth's declaration of war. Then there's the marriage of Daenerys to pacify the city. Then there's the arrival of the Yunkish army at the gates of Meereen, there's the order of arrival of various people going her way (Tyrion, Quentyn, Victarion, Aegon, Marwyn, etc.), and then there's Daario, this dangerous sellsword and the question of whether Dany really wants him or not, there's the plague, there's Drogon's return to Meereen… All of these things were balls I had thrown up into the air, and they're all linked and chronologically entwined. The return of Drogon to the city was something I explored as happening at different times. For example, I wrote three different versions of Quentyn's arrival at Meereen: one where he arrived long before Dany's marriage, one where he arrived much later, and one where he arrived just the day before the marriage (which is how it ended up being in the novel). And I had to write all three versions to be able to compare and see how these different arrival points affected the stories of the other characters. Including the story of a character who actually hasn't arrived yet. (source)

Someone wrote a series of essays called "The Meereenese Blot", which is also the name of his blog. They were written in 2013 (ADWD was published in 2011), and the thing is that many people thought the Meereen storyline was a mess, while the author of those essays made some good points about its relevance, the major storylines within the whole Meereen's storyline, the themes GRRM explored. Now, it’s been a very long time since I’ve read all of this, and I don’t remember it very well, but Adam begins his "Untangling the Meereenese Knot" with:

Meereen. The mere word probably makes you groan. It’s considered to be the weakest, most frustrating plotline in ADWD, and perhaps in in the whole series. It’s thought to be where GRRM lost the plot and spent endless chapters on pointless filler. The solutions seem so obvious, the villains seem obviously evil one-dimensional caricatures. And many fans see it as the plotline that ruined Dany’s character, revealing her to be a naive, incompetent, lovesick girl.

Because that's how people saw it, even some Dany fans were frustrated. And I can't find the link, but yes, GRRM did say "this guy gets it". However, is he approving literally everything Adam said? I don’t think so, I’m not sure he’s read all of it. He could have been saying that this guy understood the importance of the plotline. Without reading the whole thing again, it’s clear the peace wasn't real and that Dany chosing Fire and Blood in the end only means she understood the peace she tried to make in Meereen wasn't working. She will be darker in The Winds of Winter, like literally every character, but saying it’s her giving in to her selfish and darker impulses? No. So I have very mixed feelings about The Meereenese Blot, because making good points and getting people interested in the storyline isn’t a bad thing, but there are more accurate metas that have been written and aren’t used by antis for their Dark!Dany foreshadowing.

Edit: I’m adding the comments from nonnies on this post as I believe they’re relevant to your question:

GRRM complimenting The Meereenese Blot was so obviously him being happy someone wasn’t dismissing the subplot outright, not a full scale endorsement of a fan theory. People are so desperate to have Dany go mad that they will just ignore logic. Like yeah GRRM is gonna go out of his way to confirm 1 (one) single major fan theory as absolute fact despite him never doing that before or ever again. He even later denied parts of that theory outright (Dany burning the water gardens)

My understanding was that GRRM didn't even read Feldman's essay, he just heard about it from Linda, and who knows how she described it to him 😭 I'd be very surprised if he agreed with those essays because Feldman seriously mischaracterizes Arianne and Melisandre as well. On the whole, it's a bunch of misogynistic crap. Brideoffires has a really good, in-depth debunking of the whole thing.

#ASOIAF #Daenerys Targaryen #George R.R. Martin #answered

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juneviews · 2 years

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[Re: ask about the Krist thread]

Nooo I didn't mean you who ‘blindly joined the hate train’. I'm so sorry that my wording caused the misunderstanding. I only meant to say the thread was made to those who did, to at least offer other perspectives into the issues.

I did see your views on Krist and this pairing, which you have your own reasons for and are definitely entitled to. I only wish to say that while you do know more about him than many others and have seen him irl on stage too, I still don't think it's justified to use personal views to interprete or predict so surely how he'll act towards anyone in any given situation. The same applies to me as a fan of Krist (i.e. biased), I have expectations but can't say with certainty how the interactions between the two will be like, since I don’t know Gawin that well and it's a new environment I've never seen Krist in: a less familiar and also younger male co-lead, while having more experience compared to sotus era and an already established cp fandom. All of us don’t even know how the casting/recasting went, or if they’d met or talked before that. My point is, Krist should be criticised/educated for his wrong actions, and can be disliked for how he appears, but it doesn’t seem right for him to be judged or made fun of(?) by something people don't know the full context of (e.g. the casting decision, his teary eyes in G’s igs), or for something he just may or may not do in the future.

I mean yeah I can see your point anon. but tbh in almost every comment I've left about this situation, I've talked about the option of the show positively surprising me, even though I have very low expectations for it. but I also know from experience, from having seen krist in bl roles & straight roles, that he just seems more comfortable with a female co-star than a male one. can he surprise me with be my favorite? sure. I've also acknowledged the fact that gawin was likely chosen after krist did multiple screentests with other actors to find his best match, so who knows, maybe they're gonna have the best chemistry in the world. and if they do, I'll admit it. just like I've said that I think krist is talented before. but yeah at this point I am trolling about this project bc it's such a fucking mess & it brings me joy, so yeah. I really don't think it's that deep but I definitely won't tag krist's name in any of my posts about the series from now on.

edit: this anon sent me a second ask

[from Krist's fan anon]

I thought about it and realised it was rather impolite for a stranger to send anon ask on a topic not very relevant to you and your blog. I probably acted on a protective impulse sending the first ask, and I'm sorry that I've bothered you.. You don't need to reply to my second ask if you don't want to, I genuinely only needed to clarify that I didn't mean you who did that 🙏

I’m glad you realized this anon, and it’s okay. in fact I’m glad that we were able to have a polite & eloquent conversation on this topic bc I understand that it must be hard to be a fan of someone that people constantly shit on (though imo it is most of the time justified to a certain extent.) so it’s all good! I’ll probably continue memeing be my favorite bc once again that shit is too funny to me, but I don’t go around talking about krist every day of my life either. thanks for this third ask clarifying the situation!

xxx

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missrandomdreamer · 2 years

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Body Positivity ~ Heisenberg x Hope Snippet

In which Heisenberg is a little shit but sweet and Hope is an emotional mess. It's a bit spicy/steamy (but was spicier before I grew tooembarrassed about it and changed things lol) So if people dont like um romantic mushy scenes? This might not be your cup of tea. Im not the best judge of how spicy this is so people who like the spice tell me what you think lol

Also its probably not the best edited just had the urge to write something and i just threw this up so :T sorry for errors and things and also hope it gets a positive message across ><

Body Positivity:

Heisenberg and Hope had known each other for a while now; the two growing quite close to being more than just friends. They had picked up on each other's mannerisms, knew each other's boundaries and all together grew comfortable with one another. They respected each other and altogether trusted one another. However, there were times when they would each hear the other say something and disagreed with as comes a time with any relationship. Heisenberg had noticed Hope’s voice and attitude towards herself wasn’t always positive. Sometimes she didn't even need to say anything for him to tell she didn't like herself by a look she gave the mirror when she glanced there or a comment made to her by someone: all positive comments but there was a disbelief in her eyes. She didn’t believe it herself. Heisenberg had watched her reactions till he decided he was going to do something about it. He had always thrown in a word to encourage her when she did say something but there was a point that wasn’t gonna work anymore and he knew she wasn’t believing him so now he had to step it up a notch.

“What’s that?” His arms were full of boxes for donations while Hope was putting the last article of clothing into the last box. She had looked rather sad putting in but at Heisenberg’s voice she threw it in the box quickly, slapping the lid closed. Her face was red when she looked at him,

“Ah nothing! Nothing-just something I impulse bought and never wore. “ She stood up now holding the box looking up at him with a feeble smile. When she spoke, she stuttered, “‘I’m done, thanks for helping me with the boxes. We can head down to the car now and-

“What was it?” He watched her face fall. Heisenberg gave her a look over while he adjusted the boxes in his arms. He saw her face go pale then red in a matter of moments then watched her practically fold into herself like an origami crane.

“Ah well it was just some sleepwear I thought looked cute for a second but then got home and thought about it and felt a little self-conscious about it. It’s really nothing-

“Put it on.”

“Wh-what?!”

He saw Hope’s life flash before her eyes in a moment. She just stood there clutching the box, eyes wide and mouth fallen open in shock. Heisenberg was already putting down the boxes and sitting himself down at one of the kitchen chairs. He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged.

“I want to see it: I bet it looks really good on you, maybe you just need another set of eyes to change your opinion on it.” With that he just smirked and lowered his glasses.

“Karl, really it doesn't look that great, who knows if it even fits anymore. I have gained weight and-” She looked at him to see him now: elbows on the table, chin in the palms of his hands blinking those spring green eyes at her with a little pout on his lips,

“Pretty please, Little Violet? Just two seconds of seeing you in that’s all I ask.” Hope made a noise of displeasure and looked at him again, frowning while he just blinked his eyes at her. She didn’t move or say anything until he started to whine like a hurt dog. That in turn started her own dog to whine and bark sadly. Hope war frowning at the two of them until she finally just shook her head,

“All right! I'm going to do it but only for two seconds and you can’t say anything or just ah!” Hope just trailed off in quiet cursing while she dropped the box back onto the floor, ripped out the article of clothing (before Karl could get a good peek at it) and stomped off to the bathroom. Heisenberg stopped whining and chuckled leaning back in his chair now, arms returning to being crossed over his chest. The General barked happily and went over to Karl, laying his head on Heisenberg’s thigh looking up at him happily.

“Good job, pup, really helped out the cause, remind me to give you a treat later.” Karl scratched the dog’s head while the old dog gave another little woof of approval. They could still hear Hope cursing in the bathroom until finally it went silent. Karl stopped petting the dog and looked up at the sound of the door creaking open, he saw Hope’s round face peek out still frowning.

“You better be looking cause its only gonna be two seconds and then Im going to go change so we can go donate all this stuff all right?”

Karl immediately sat up right, took off his glasses and had that laid back little smile. He gave a bow of his head, “You have my full attention, Buttercup.”

Hope was glaring at him. She didnt move from her hidden position behind the door, “You can’t laugh either, don’t even breathe a comment, promise?”

Karl snorted and gave her a look, eyebrows cocked, “Why would I laugh at you, I would never-

“Promise Karl!”

Karl put up his hands in defense ,”All right I promise, I swear won't laugh at you.”

Hope was still looking upset but finally sighed once more before timidly taking a careful step out from behind the door. Hope hadn’t even taken a step away from the bathroom. She literally closed the door behind her and was glued to the outside of it, eyes looking downward, wringing her hands in front of her nervously. Hope was too afraid to meet his eyes though she could feel his intense gaze. She was too embarrassed and a part of her felt shame for even wearing this even though there was nothing to feel shame about. The outfit was a dark purple baby doll style nightie with black lace trimming. It was pretty low cut and short for Hope’s standards though at the time, when she first put it on, it made her feel good about herself though now she felt like she wanted to crawl into a hole. Karl had said nothing and the two seconds ticked by before Hope spoke, voice shaking,

“All right, it’s been two seconds Im going to change back now- AH!”

She hadn’t been staring at him and her mind had been too loud yelling at her in shame to have heard Heisenberg stand up. In one stride, Karl closed the gap between the two of them. He didn’t touch her but his arms were outstretched bracing the door behind her making it nearly impossible for her to move. Hope fearfully looked up into his eyes to see them staring right down at her. There was a look there she rarely saw but it was a hungry one of frustration there too, sad even?

“Why don’t you like yourself in this?” His voice shook with a low rumble, she could practically feel it in his chest by how close they were. Hope gulped something down and looked away, she couldn’t take looking into his eyes.

“I-I I just dont.” she stuttered. “It was a stupid purchase out of impulse.”

“Why, Hope? There has to be a reason why you bought it, you just dont impulse buy something you don’t like.” his voice was practically trembling, she could see his body shiver slightly too. “So tell me…why.”

Hope shivered and now covered her chest with her arms, looking downward still. Her voice still shook with that embarrassment and shame,

“At the time when I tried it on at the store, I felt…good but when I got home…. I realized how stupid that was. I shouldn’t wear something like this it’s not me, I’m too big, and it’s so short and-” She was cut off by a wolf like huff from Karl,

“I’m sorry, what?” He growled, “Who told you were too big to wear something like this? Who told you what you can and cannot wear huh? Do you not realize how- fucking-" she could hear the waver in his voice and he had to pause to keep himself from snapping. His hands turned into fists, “Fuck, Hope, “ He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

Hope felt her face burning and she couldn’t look at him. She knew who put those words into her head even though she felt it was her own voice really…maybe..She didnt want to think about it too much. However those old voices came back, whispering in her mind like venomous snakes.

“You used to be able to wear that size you were younger! You were so small and thin then.”

“You used to be so cute, Hopie, what happened?”

“All you do is eat sweets and carbs, that’s why you keep gaining all that weight. I would go on a diet if I were you. Take this stuff it will help you lose weight.”

“You can’t help that you gained weight its all the medicine and depression, Hopie. You’ll just have to try to exercise more, maybe that will help it.”

The violet haired woman shook her head, the voices of her mother, her father and brother disappearing. When she spoke again her voice cracked but it was louder than before,

“I'm not- I'm not built to wear something like this though! I'm not “sexy” or 'hot' enough or even confident enough Karl! I'm chubby, my face is round, my thighs are huge and my shoulders are bulky, awkward and I'm either fat in some places and muscling in others I'm- I'm all wrong!" She felt tears start to escape her eyes. She covered her face, "Please just let me change I already feel embarrassed about this as it is."

"No," then with that Heisenberg pushed himself away and in one easy motion he picked up Hope like she was nothing. She let out a short scream and out of reflex clung to him tightly.

"Karl Heisenberg, what are you doing?!! Put me down!" She threw her fists into his shoulders like a small child but he didn't even flinch. Karl was quiet as he crossed the small apartment before dumping her onto her bed, arms on either side of her, trapping her once again. She was blushing mad now and looked up at him with wide tearful eyes.

Karl stared down at her and huffed. He was shaking and his lips were pressed in a thin line, she even saw how tight he was gripping the bedspread she sat on. He looked pissed. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes before letting it out slowly. Hope said nothing but her bottom lip was trembling and she felt tears streaming down her cheeks but was too scared to wipe them away. What was he thinking? She couldn't tell and that made her even more nervous. Finally he opened his eyes and spoke,

"Hope Ann Joyce I have been hearing you talk shit about your body for too long and I'm about to put an end to it."

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Karl Heisenberg was a strong man. He felt he had pretty good self-control… for the most part, but damn if it wasn't being tested now. He was not expecting Hope to come out wearing that, but fuck he loved it. That little sleep thing was very short. It also really accented her curves and was very low cut making her show off a bit more cleavage than he was used to her sharing. Was that mesh too? Heisenberg swallowed something he really didn't want to think about his hormones at the moment and what was going on in his nether regions. Damn them! Now was not the time!

He saw the tears in her eyes and that's what really broke him out of his own thoughts. He hadn't wanted to make her cry or scared either. Damn it! Yet he had meant what he said he didn't want to hear her talk shit about herself any more. He hated how she talked so down about herself, she was beautiful and he was frustrated she couldn’t see that too. Heisenberg breathed out through his nose again and finally knelt down to her level. Though he still made it hard for her to move. " Buttercup, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you upset, I just want to know who started putting those voices in your head to think about all these things.”

Hope looked down at her hands, lips unmoving aside from the little tremble from the tears. He knew she knew but she wasn’t going to say anything. However, from the silence he had a feeling who it might be. He knew they had to be the culprits. “ From your reaction I think I might know who it is. They have put enough garbage in her head and you know they can just fuck right off. Dont you dare listen to a fucking thing they say because their damn liars, Hope, you know that right?” His eyebrows furrowed. She sniffled and couldn't look at him, arms still crossed over her chest, she was gripping her arms so tight her knuckles were turning white.

Karl sighed and took off his gloves then covered her hands with his own, gently removing them from strangling her forearms. " Don't do that hun." He brought one hand up and wiped her tears away causing her to sniffle more allowing more tears to fall. " Now Violet, Im gonna keep saying this till I’m blew in the face: but damn it Hope you are a fucking goddess you know that right?” Hope folded into herself more, her face turning red again, she didn't answer. Heisenberg huffed and shook his head, “All right, let me ask you something. Do you remember what you said about my scars?"

He saw Hope swallow something and nodded. " Yeah."

" Remind me what you told me."

"That-that they were beautiful..and you looked handsome." She hiccuped softly. Karl smiled and put an escaped strand of hair behind her ear,

"Right, and damn right too. Though hearing it from you makes me feel a lot better. Now what have I told you about how you look?"

Hope blushed again and let her eyes cast downward. " That…that I'm cute…and…other stuff," she said so quietly he could hardly hear her words though he could hear enough to sense the disbelief there. Damn. Karl bit his lower lip before a spark of something lighted his eyes.

"Hm, more than that…but perhaps I should remind you?” He moves to be leaning close to her, his head gently bumping her own. “Can I tell you why I love you and your body and perhaps why you should love it too?” He gestured to her thighs first. “These thighs, where do I begin?" He bent down and peppered them with kisses causing Hope's whole body to freeze and her eyes widened. His beard tickled her skin, making her squeak a little." I would never tell you what I would like these thighs to do to me.” He thought briefly before clearing his throat, “You could probably kill me with these and I wouldn’t even care but you know why else I love these, why you have these gorgeous pillars? Because you work out and you skate, and you walk your dog. Things you love, you should be proud of these gorgeous thighs Buttercup!"

Hope just blushed and tried to look into his face. His eyes were bright and his face had that warm expression that always brought her comfort. She didn't speak but nodded timidly. He was right; she did love to do all those things.

He moved closer now, bracing his knee against the bed frame on the other side of her body, again blocking her from trying to move away but forcing her to back up into the bed and lay down. She looked up at him with those doe eyes and he just looked at her as his hand traveled up, pulling the fabric of her nightie up to show her stomach and love handles. " Now this part is even more beautiful." He bent down and kissed from the top of her stomach all the way down, again his beard tickling her skin. Her body twitched slightly but she didn’t try to get away. He turned his head up to her face with a hum, "Your stomach is perfect, and a perfect place for my hands to rest when I’m holding you right? Not to mention its filled will love, love of your baking. Making you incredibly sweet. Who wouldn't want that hm? " His eyes wandered up to her chest causing Hope immediately to feel self conscious. He saw her arms twitch and move to block his gaze but he laid gentle hands on both of them, stilling her. He again much like the previous parts of her body, decorated her breasts with kisses even going to her neck and tops of her shoulders. When he pulled back to look at her reddening face, there was a brief look of hunger before it disappeared with a blink of his pale green eyes.

"You wonder why your shoulders are so strong? Aside from lifting everything in that damn bag of yours and everything at your damn job it’s because you're carrying these beauties all the time and it’s hard work. But I think you know the perks of having big boobs, right? You use mine all the time as pillows,” He said this using a hand to motion to his own broad thick chest, “I bet yours would be nice ones too."

Hope was blushing madly now and made a little strangled noise, " That-that seems more to your benefit." She squeaked. Heisenberg chuckled,

"It doesn't have to be." His eyes showed mischief ." I know how I could change that."

"Karl!" She stammered, her face near the color of a strawberry. It was a wonder she hadn't fainted yet. He let out a rumble of a chuckle and moved his hands away allowing her to cover her chest once more. Cheeky devil. Heisenberg looked down at her trying to search her face but she wasn’t looking up at him again. He sighed and cupped her face again, his thumb gently stroking her cheek before moving to caress her lips. She finally turned to look up at him, eyes wavering, did she still not believe him? He bent low, close to her face until his nose gently bumped hers and lips brushing her own, ever so slightly. She made a little noise before she moved her head up so their lips could meet , taking her own hand and cupping his own. Her own thumb going over one of his scars. The kiss was slow and deep but telling easily of how they both felt about each other. She brought him closer to her and he obliged. His hand went to free her violet hair from its ponytail so he could run his fingers through it freely. She mimicked and let her fingers comb through his hair letting a small groan escape his lips. They remained like this for a short while more before they broke away, breathless. Heisenberg pulled away to look down at her with his prehnite eyes into her emerald ones; his filled with that love and longing.

"I would kiss every inch of your body telling you it's praises. I could tell you how I wouldn't want any other woman in my life. But it wouldn't mean a damn thing if you don't believe it yourself, Hope." His voice was soft and wispy as he stroked her face. She leaned into his touch, face warm until she moved to kiss the palm of his hand.

Hope let out a breath and her eyes wavered again, “I believe you and I want to accept myself more but it’s going to take time to get rid of those other voices but at least I’ll have yours to quiet them.” Heisenberg eyes crinkled with a small smile,

“All I ask is that you try and I would be more than happy to have some daily reminders for you.”

Hope’s lips turned into a light smile, “I will, I promise, Karl.” She searched his face, she honestly didn’t deserve him. How the hell did she end up with him? Never in a billion years did she think she would feel this comfortable, this safe with anyone but here she was. She reached up to him, to pull him close, “Come here,” she whispered . He hummed a reply and the two of them moved further onto the bed, kicking off their shoes so they could cuddle and hold each other. Heisenberg moved to lay on top of her, resting his head on her chest, arms hugging her like she was a large stuffed animal. She had let one hand travel down his shoulder blades, making small circles with her fingers while her other hand brushed his hair back. Karl made a little rumble of approval while his eyes slowly closed like a content house cat. Outside their little room rain started to fall, and thunder rumbled. The once bright room grew dark with that gray light from the sky. The rainy weather suddenly cast a spell of sleepiness over the room and the occupants inside it.

“This mean you're keeping the nightie?” Karl murmured, eyes peeking open briefly before closing again with a hum as her fingers trailed from his scalp down to the ends of his hair slowly. .

Hope huffed a laugh, “Mhmm, at least for a while. I think the donation place is closed now anyway and its raining. I would rather be at home when it rains.”

“Hm… guess that leaves the day open?”

“I suppose so, want to take a nap maybe bake later?”

“Mmm, sounds good.” He purred before situating himself more. His ear to her chest, he could hear her heart beating a bit fast, it was calming though. “I was right, you know.”

“Hm?”

“Your boobs make great pillows.” Hope fingers stopped moving through his hair and she snorted.

“You’re a little devil.” Despite her comment she didn't move him off of her but continued to comb his hair, and massage his back. He laid there peacefully until a soft snore came from him. She shook her head at his little snoring but was smiling. He was something else but damn did she love the silly old metal man. Hope hummed a tune along to the rain until she too fell asleep, holding Karl in her arms. As the rain continued its own lullaby for them the two found peaceful sleep in the arms of one another.

#rusted cages violet dreams #bodypositity #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x oc #Hope (oc)#snippets #little drabble #writing #resident evil village #re village

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lesbianrobin · 1 year

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It’s not that people necessarily lack a conscience or are so lacking in self awareness, it’s that the most natural human reaction is to punch back blindly. When we are hurt we want to cause hurt back, because it is the easiest course of action. And once we’ve committed to this action, it’s very difficult to run it back and admit our wrongs, so most people just double down and play the victim.

In my own drafts there are several editions of a post replying to you, because once long ago I made a mistake, and you rightfully called me out, and my first instinct was to lash out and say that you weren’t understanding me. And in fairness, there may’ve been a hint of that, but my own mistakes were far greater, and even any misunderstandings there might be did not excuse my initial comments. So I wrote and wrote furiously to defend myself. And I saved them and never published them and instead took the time to reflect on your words and my own and where I had gone wrong. And I read and learned and did my best to form new understandings.

But I was only a single button press away from being one of those other people. It’s really just a single second of flawed judgement that can separate us. Not everyone has that moment of clarity where they know that anger is just instinctive self defence. Some of them are good people who just are a little too impulsive.

All my best to you. And my respect to you. You speak your mind even when you know it won’t endear you to others, and that’s a kind of bravery of its own. Too many people only say what they know others will want to hear. I don’t always agree with your opinions, but I respect you for saying them.

thank you for sending this ask, and whoever you are i hope you're well! i've certainly had moments myself where i lashed out because i got overly defensive, and i do think you're right, it's far less a matter of conscience and more a matter of being able to recognize and control that instinctive response.

i think what separates "lapse of judgment" from "poor moral character" is repetition. i've personally known some people both irl and online who simply Always double down and never admit when they've done wrong, or who recognize their fault but refuse to change their behavior, and i do think that at a certain point that "instinctive response" defense loses its credibility.

anyway thank you for this ask!! this is gonna sound maybe like. self-absorbed? and i apologize for that. but i've never thought of myself as a brave person despite many people in my life telling me as such, and while i do appreciate the compliment, i don't think it's rly brave of me just to like. post opinions on tumblr. i certainly don't always take a step back and think irl the way i can on here, and you've correctly pointed out that we're all kinda the same human animal at the end of the day. i think one of the greatest acts of bravery can be really examining yourself and confronting your mistakes, and it takes a lot more courage than just saying shit online.

sorry i swear i'm almost done i just wanna share something my dad taught me dkvjdjd he's always had this little mantra when i messed up where he would say "what do we do when we make a mistake?" and i'd respond "acknowledge it, do your best to fix it, and never do it again." and i think that's like one of the most helpful little tools i have in my brain for accepting and addressing my own faults. we all mess up! it's just a matter of knowing where to go from there.

#asks #sorry this sounds so pretentious i tried to be normal but i suck at being normal #em talks

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i would LOVE a directors cut on An Incident at the Dorchester Hotel, London

hey cool thank you @incalculablepower ! this is the only specific director's cut ask i got so i'm doing it first.

i'm putting this under a cut. warning for some vague references to sexual violence/exploitation

this was one of my more chaotically-written stories. it started as some backstory in chapter 4 of The Last Mission (one of the most fun chapters of that story, for me):

"There's something I need you to understand too," Remus said. Tonks could faintly see his pained expression reflected on the window glass. "You are a brave, clever, immensely talented Auror. But your impulsivity and recklessness -"

"Okay, steady on, Mad-Eye." She rolled her eyes but he kept going, his pitch rising and speech quickening:

"- and your apparently insatiable desire to amuse yourself by sowing chaos - well, this is hardly the first time it's gotten us into a bind, is it?"

It was true. Once they'd been stationed on a terrace outside the sixth floor of the Dorchester Hotel, swaddled in disillusionment and silencing charms, spying on a clandestine meeting between Lucius Malfoy and the muggle Home Secretary. They'd waited hours, apparently misinformed of the meeting time, and Tonks had gotten so bored she'd changed the Union flag flying above the hotel entrance into the Dead Kennedys logo just to see if anyone would notice. Of course someone had noticed immediately and a crowd had gathered around the front doors to puzzle over it. Remus and Tonks had then watched the Home Secretary walk up Park Lane, register the swarm of people outside, pull up the hood of his anorak and smoothly turn and walk the other way. Malfoy had waited in the room for two hours, pacing the floor with increasingly evident fury, before storming out. Tonks was sure Remus was more amused than angry, but he'd lectured her for ten minutes on the value of discretion before being startled quiet by Malfoy re-entering the room with a chambermaid who (having been either seduced, paid or imperiused) started taking her kit off. Tonks had just managed to fish one of the Weasley twins' dungbombs out of her pocket and throw it in the suite's window before Remus had side-alonged her out of there, blushing.

(And that night was the first time he'd ever given her a real kiss, somehow hungry and hesitant at the same time, with tongue and everything. It made Tonks's insides seem to float when she remembered it, until she also remembered his lips a few minutes ago forming the word sorry.)

the Dorchester Hotel setting came from this song from the 2000s i still get stuck in my head sometimes:

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after it was posted, a commenter mentioned they'd like to see it fleshed out into a larger story. i was having one of those need-to-work-on-something-but-not-the-thing-i-should-be-working-on times and banged the whole thing out in one day. on reread it's kind of a mess and probably could have used another edit but it was a joy to write.

the DK logo/Union Jack prank came to me pretty early in my initial Remadora-fic-planning before i ever started The Last Mission - the geometric similarities between the logo and the flag are obvious - and i had kind of filed it away to use whenever. i haven't gotten a ton of opportunities to write about this in detail, but i headcanon Tonks as like a 90s punk/riot grrrl, and i love it when i get a chance to hint at her music taste and aesthetic because i was into that stuff (a bit late to the party) as a teenager in the early 2000s. I always envision her in like a Bikini Kill shirt. anyway, this prank idea ended up working pretty well to illustrate Tonks's impulsivity and sense of humor, and also to the theme of just-missed-connections that runs through a lot of my Remadora stories - that she might assume this is some common ground for them because the band is Of His Time but he kind of only vaguely knows what she's talking about.

in the original scene above, Remus and Tonks witness and disrupt an ambiguous encounter ("seduced, paid or imperiused") between Lucius Malfoy and a hotel maid. in my inital draft of this fic i had started writing it that way, but I ended up backtracking and rewriting it as an encounter between Lucius and Narcissa. the original scene was suppposed to be a bit edgy, and i definitely think of Lucius/Death Eaters in general as being capable of sexual violence, but in the end i didn't feel like it was appropriate to go that dark for this fic. i even had this very uncomfortable exchange written between Remus and Tonks about whether to intervene, with her all gung-ho to do something and him more cautious and just wanting to get out of there because they couldn't really be sure what was going on and he didn't want to fuck the maid over if she was consenting or just doing sex work or whatever (i've put some thought into whether Lupin, being poor and marginalized and on his own for a long time, ever engaged in sex work or survival sex or at least existed in circles where that happened, and i guess my headcanon is "maybe?" and i kind of imagine him being sympathetic to that).

i kind of liked developing the characters' ideas about this in dialogue (her being young, black-and-white, and moralistic vs him being more indecisive and having some life experience that made him a little more sensitive to the potential complexities of that situation)... but it put both characters (especially Remus) in a situation that was ethically icky and hard to resolve in a satisfying way (plus unpleasant and potentially triggering with the implication that it might be nonconsensual) so i just scrapped it in favor of something less problematic. i ended up really liking the Malfoys being all married-people-horny for each other anyway, so i'm glad it worked out that way.

the ending didn't come to me until the last minute, and i'd really like to develop the idea of it more in a fic sometime: that part of the weakness Remus has for Tonks is that she's a troublemaker and gets him into these scary, fun, chaotic situations he might be too cautious or reserved to get into by himself - similar to the good times he had with his friends at school. i thought Sirius clueing Tonks into that was kind of perfect; i imagine young Sirius as having a recklessness and appetite for trouble borne of his privilege and the rigid expectations of his family and just being a total shit-starter in his school days. (and the sub-subtextual idea behind Sirius mentioning all this to Tonks in this story is that maybe Remus was drawn to him in the same way - you can draw your own conclusions).

i think that's all i have to say about this story! thanks for reading! specific asks are much easier than general ones, so i'd be thrilled to do another director's cut on a specific scene if anybody has any other requests.

#remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

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ao3commentoftheday · 3 years

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Hey! Long time fan of your blog, first time sending in an ask. I got myself into a bit of a pickle recently. Someone I didn't know needed a beta. I agreed without seeing if our styles meshed. Very impulsive decision on my part and I'm now kicking myself for not doing a bit of research first. Turns out, they're a newbie. They make a lot of rookie mistakes and while I find the premise of their fic interesting, their execution needs work. I get that we're all entering the fandom at different skill levels. It's a beautiful thing. It's not bad that they're a newbie, I've worked with newbies before. The problem I'm facing is that I don't know how deep into my critique I should go. I asked them of course (as should any beta worth their salt because communication is key) and all they mentioned was that they struggle with grammar, spelling, and punctuation. This writer then talked about how negative feedback from anyone makes them cry. They also said they have traumatic past experiences with betas. Which of course made me wary of giving complicated concrit. In my experience, people like that benefit from light edits but mainly cheerleading. I don't want them to have another sour experience, I want to be helpful. A source of positivity and support. Unfortunately, they flat out asked me after I read the fic if I disliked anything, which has left me feeling confused. Surely they wouldn't want negative feedback from me if it'll make them cry? They have said multiple times if people dislike or hate their stories that they cry. They've even called themselves sensitive. I really don't want to hurt them. But idk. If they post this fic and get flamed for it, I'd feel guilty and responsible. And also like a liar because yeah there were things I could have pointed out that could have maybe spared them harassment. I guess I'm catastrophizing the situation? And heck, for all I know, I'm completely wrong and maybe my criticism is unfounded and I'm just biased. I guess I'm second guessing myself in every aspect here. I even had a panic attack over it, which seems not good? I don't know what to do. Sorry my ask is a jumbled mess but that makes sense I suppose because I feel like a mess, too.

*hugs you lots*

You're 100% correct that communication is key in the writer/beta relationship, and it seems like right now the communication is only going one way. You know what that writer wants, but they don't know how they're making you feel.

If that writer truly does have that degree of sensitivity to critique, they should also have ways of dealing with it. It's unfortunate, but they can't expect everyone else to be able to manage their emotional state. They have to do that themselves.

They asked for spelling and grammar help and you gave it to them. If they want critique on other aspects of their writing or story, that should start the conversation over again. How detailed do you want me to be? How should I phrase my opinions? Do you want suggestions for improvement or just my impressions? Should I look at plot? Characterization? Canon compliance? In-story timelines? Should I point out any stereotyping I might have noticed or anything that might be considered racist, homophobic, ableist etc.?

If they're not ready or not willing or not able to receive feedback about those things, then you're not able to provide it. If they do want that feedback, then you can work together to figure out how to get that feedback across. They probably also need to know that any criticism you're giving them is about the story, not about them.

All that said, this is taking a heavy emotional toll on you and I think it's perfectly reasonable of you to say that you don't want to go any further with your feedback because the idea that you might accidentally upset them is upsetting you. Your feelings matter in this situation too.

That's my thoughts on this situation, but I've never had to beta for someone this sensitive before. Have any of the rest of you? And if you're an author who takes feedback to heart like this, what can a beta do to make it easier to hear?

#asks and answers

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Newly Added Fics 5/16

Hello everyone, sorry again for the slight hiatus! I’ve replied to all the messages in my inbox (at least the ones that were sent to me before this past friday), so if you asked me something before that, be sure to check out my replies!

As usual, I’ve emboldened the fics I really liked and italicized the ones that are incomplete.

Looks Like Love by luvkurai [words: 5,987] — (AU)

After his sister's wedding, Will kisses his childhood housekeeper (and first love).

Betrothed by slashyrogue [words: 3,932] — (AU)

In one month he would marry a total stranger.

Titan Arum by ProxyOne [words: 64,614] — (AU)

Will is a botanist, working in the greenhouse of the local Botanical Gardens. He is getting his life back on track after his divorce, but he can't help but notice someone who keeps coming back to his greenhouse to draw, day after day. A man who seems to have been paying very close attention to him...

Find Me In The Dark by Rising_Phoenix [words: 40,131] — (AU)

After a fateful accident, the marriage of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter has reached its end. Grief and the inability to stop them from falling apart has brought an irreconcilable distance between the formerly deeply devoted couple. While Hannibal is apathetic towards his husband, ignores him, and is withdrawn, Will has started an affair with fellow teacher Francis and drowns his desperation in more and more alcohol.

Light of All Lights by whiskeyandspite [words: 20,377] — (AU)

Dracula-like fic without any of the vampires

The Stage Just For You by CarnivalMirai [words: 6,494] — (AU + Age Gap)

Will has landed himself the role of Odette for world-famous choreographer Hannibal Lecter's rendition of The Swan Lake.

There Will Be Bells by Entropyrose [words: 36,639] — (A/B/O)

In Georgian England, male omegas are very rare diamonds. Baron and Baroness Graham have a plan to build their wealth and social status by offering their son Will's hand in marriage to a mysterious older Duke, an Alpha named Lord Hannibal Lecter. Will's personal feelings need not apply.

Alpha Mart by slashyrogue [words: 63,164] — (A/B/O)

Will needs an alpha. After years of fake knots, half-assed suppressants, and his own damn hand during heats he’s reached the end of his rope. He doesn’t do dating so he decides to waste his life savings and hype with the current trend. Alpha Mart.

Enchanted By Your Name by CarnivalMirai [words: 9,207] — (A/B/O + PWP)

“Now, my husband would prefer it if I got the job done quickly.” He says, slashing down the back of each gag as he passes each man, watching as the silk falls gracefully to the floor. “However, I want to have some fun. Considering you’ve troubled my husband so much… it’s only fair, right?” One of the men whimpered fearfully. Or: The name "Will Graham" is a name you'll only ever hear once.

I've Been Building Black Ships by cloudsarefluffy [words: 8,116] — (A/B/O + AU)

Alpha Hannibal moves to the States with his sister Mischa after being overtly done with the fancy life of a count, and his blind omega neighbor gives him an insight into love that he never quite expected.

A Rare Find by hit_the_books [words: 5,379] — (A/B/O + AU)

Life as an omega bookseller can be quite lonely. However, as the owner of Graham’s Books, Will Graham is reasonably content. That is until he meets—long-time customer and crush—Doctor Hannibal Lecter in person for the first time. Attraction blossoming between them both, Will agrees to a dinner date with the good doctor.

We All Have a Hunger by 1ntothew1ld [words: 12,260] — (A/B/O + Age Gap)

Hannibal will ensure a properly slow and painful death for an alpha who allowed a beautiful young omega to go to waste as this one has. Too skinny for his own good, a stuttering and humble mess. The likes of the omega in front of him belonged at Opera houses and in million-dollar mansions, not scrounging for his next meal. Meek and afraid in some disheveled row house. When he finally looked back up the alpha had to conceal the utter punch to the stomach that meager glance was, blue eyes full of innocence but also hunger.

The Doctor Is In by Kummerspeck7 — (A/B/O + PWP)

Will nearly scoffed. "You can't expect me to believe you'd want anything other than a delicate flower to adorn your side, keep your ostentatious home, bare you the exact number of children you want--No more, no less-- all while being available at your whims." "Not at all." Hannibal disagreed. "I would no more put a wilting flower in my home than in a bouquet given as a gift. Tell me, Will, is that how you are treated? Forbidden from work, cloistered inside and used at Mr Brown's discretion?" "My Alpha's discretion." Hannibal looked pointedly at the curve of Will's neck, free from a single scar. "Not yet he isn't."

Teenage Wildlife by writtenbyizzy [words: 10,163] — (Age Gap + Sugar Daddy)

While reluctantly prowling Grindr for a sugar daddy to pay for his dog Bean's vet bills Will comes across Hannibal, and gets far more than he bargained for.

Just As Poised As I Remember by CarnivalMirai [words: 5,721] — (Age Gap + School)

When Will was in high school he had an incredibly handsome psychology teacher-- tall and sharp with a thick European accent. And now, a decade later, said psychology teacher-turned psychiatrist... just swiped right on him.

We Can Chase the Dark Together by K_R_Closson [words: 16,615] — (Fantasy)

Will tips him and Hannibal off the cliff. Instead of hitting the water, he wakes up in his bed, several years in the past. His first, and only, priority is to find Hannibal again.

We Killed a Dragon Last Night by inameitlater [words: 88,150] — (Fantasy)

Will remembers falling. He wakes up months before Jack got him to work for him. Months before he met Hannibal for the first time. Free from his past he decides to change events and meet Hannibal again.

My Only Constant Is You by TheSilverQueen [words: 25,369] — (Fantasy)

Hannibal Lecter is an immortal who can never die. Will Graham is a time traveler who can never stay in one place. Perhaps that is why they are perfect for each other.

Motinos Kalba by Lyla_Joy [words: 6,040] — (Fluff)

Five times Hannibal Lecter spoke Lithuanian on accident and one time he meant too.

You Make Me Feel (Good) by sourweather [words: 7,190] — (Fluff)

Will Graham has sensory issues. The world gets too loud, he gets overstimulated easily, but most of all he hates being touched. He never expected someone to work so hard to make him comfortable, to be so patient with him.

Pick Me Up by sourweather [words: 6,053] — (Fluff)

Will doesn't go to bars much. He doesn't end up needing a ride home much. But when he does get drunk, he always wants to ask Hannibal to pick him up.

Hard to Get by JSinister32 [words: 5,561] — (Jealousy)

Will and Hannibal had been broken up for six months. When confessions are made during a work function, can they find it within themselves to forgive?

Polar Opposites by Lyla_Joy [words: 19,513] — (Kidnapping)

“Says the cannibalistic serial killer who knocked me out and is now holding me hostage,” sassed Will. The Ripper didn’t smile but his eyes crinkled in the corner. “Please call me Hannibal.”

Fate Is A Keen-Eyed Hound by LydiaFearing [words: 5,890] — (Mischa)

Hannibal may be a successful, charming psychiatrist but Mischa worries that her brother is lonely so she gifts him a puppy. Hannibal reluctantly falls for his little dog but wants to get involved with time-consuming FBI work and not just anyone can be allowed to look after his pet. Luckily, Alana can recommend a boarding kennel in Wolf Trap.

The Significant Other: The Will and Hannibal Edition by house_of_lantis [words: 18,431] — (Murder Husbands)

After their terrible and abrupt break up, Will and Hannibal attempt to maneuver through their social circles, side step ongoing gossip, and deal with the fact that Will knows the truth of Hannibal. Through impossible odds, Will and Hannibal do find their way to each other again.

Dancing with the Beast by proser [words: 86,347] — (Murder Husbands)

In order to catch a mediocre serial killer, Will must pose as Hannibal's date for a series of pretentious social events. Hannibal is dramatic and jealous as ever, and Will is having a great time without the encephalitis. Of course, it's a love story.

Arriving at the Crossroads by HigherMagic [words: 7,558] — (Mpreg)

"You haven't been my psychiatrist for a long time," Will echoes. "But you've been my friend. You've helped me. With…" He gestures vaguely to his head. "When my brain was on fire. On consults. When it's dark and I need a guiding light." "It pleases me very greatly to be a source of comfort and reassurance for you, Will," Hannibal says. "I have wanted to be that for you, for a long time."

The Hanged Man by justhavesex [words: 13,076] — (Mpreg)

Will Graham had never wanted children before, but he had never considered it to be a consequence of his omegan brain not finding anyone worthy, but the moment he had met Hannibal Lecter he had been filled with want. In which a dinner party one-night stand results in a pregnancy that changes Will's entire life.

I Don't Even Like Lana Del Rey by perpetuallycaffeinated [words: 4,328] — (PWP)

The tension and low thrum of arousal were making Will speak impulsively. He knew this, but he’d just finished his drink. There was nothing he could use to stop the question, blunt and presumptuous and rude. “So, what, you’re my daddy?”

A Bad Combination In The Dark by perpetuallycaffeinated [words: 1,957] — (PWP)

When a nerve wracked Will Graham accidentally cuts his hand on Dr. Lecter's letter opener, things quickly get out of control.

The Best Bait by sourweather [words: 3,327] — (PWP)

Will is a good fisherman, he knows which bait to use for his catch. Will seduces Hannibal at a party by being sexy.

Whimsy by justheretoreadhannibalfics [words: 3,001] — (School)

Doctor Hannibal Lecter is standing in as a teacher while Professor Graham is out of town on a case. The students start to kind of like him, and become very invested in his love life.

Callipygian by ProxyOne [words: 2,260] — (Season 1)

Hannibal has a lot of sketches of Will, which he normally keeps safely away. One day though, Will shows up unexpectedly and Hannibal is caught unawares, and unprepared.

L'appel Du Vide by sourweather [words: 5,413] — (Season 1)

Will is hiding things from his coworkers. From himself. But Doctor Lecter knows.

Friends Don't Frame Friends: A Lesson for a Clueless Cannibal by LadyFelixTristis [words: 5,041] — (Season 1)

Ear? What ear? Will Graham doesn’t try to thwart Hannibal Lecter’s plans for him. He just does. By accident. And then on purpose.

For All My Pride, You Were the Fall of Me by nobetterlove [words: 13,212] — (Season 2)

After being released from the BSHCI, Will grabs the dogs he can't live without and leaves without a trace

Letters to God by CarnivalMirai [words: 4,698] — (Season 3+)

Will writes letters to Hannibal every day after his incarceration. But they never make it.

Blankets, Coffee Cups, and Christmas Morning by sourweather [words: 6,352] — (Season 3+)

Hannibal wants to enjoy the domesticity. The love, the closeness, the being Known. But something about his life with Will makes him want to lash out.

All These Fictionary Tales by ProxyOne [words: 18,492] — (Season 3+)

After the fall, Hannibal is presumed dead. Will has been declared dead. But Will isn't willing to believe that Hannibal would just abandon him like that

Seduction by BloodunderMoonlight [words: 7,086] — (Season 3+)

“For fuck’s sake, Hannibal.” Will glared at him, brimming with wrath he had only seen behind Will’s gun. He had no doubt Will would draw out a knife from beneath the duvet or pillows, but clearly words were enough to make him gobsmacked—“Are you a fucking virgin or monk? If all these can’t get you to bed then I don’t know what can.” Hannibal stood gaping at Will.

Blood, Cedar and Dog Hair by sourweather [words: 3,351] — (Season 3+)

Something terrible happens while Hannibal is in prison. Something he never prepared for.

Hidden Potential by sourweather [words: 20,789] — (Soulmates)

The first time you make eye contact with your soul mate, you see a vision of their greatest accomplishment. They call it your Peak. Unfortunately for Will Graham, his soul mate's Peak is a vision of blood and horror. Fortunately for Hannibal Lecter, his soul mate's is too.

Karoliai by slashyrogue [words: 4,577] — (Sugar Daddy)

Will works at a jewelry store. He has worked there for three months and sold less than any other person there. His boss tells him to sell something by the end of the day or he may not have a job tomorrow. If there was one thing Will hated more than having to talk people into buying jewelry they didn’t need, it was trying to do it two days before Valentine’s Day.

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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Transport Van

Sorry for the inactivity recently! I am going to try and get back writing. To start that, here is something whumpy with a bit of comfort (or atleast hope for comfort)

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Warnings: painful wound cleaning, borderline torture, beaten, unconsciousness, arrow wound, concussion, broken ribs, implied pursuit

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Villain laid unconscious in the transport van, his arms bound and strung up above his head that flopped uselessly around. His legs were sprawled out, toes angling outwards. His face, a mess of bruises and grazes, barely flinched when the vehicle ran over bumps in the road.

An arrow pierced his thigh, right above his knee. It ran inwards, half of the metal rod imbedded deep into the muscle. Still wet blood dripped lazily down his leg, pooling at the slightly grated floor below.

Hero breathed heavily as she watched him from the driver's seat. A barred window separated them, though with the limitless way the heroes treated their captives, it was hardly necessary.

The captured man was beaten senseless after being cruelly shot with an arrow. He would need surgery on that- not that he would receive such liberty, and if he did it would be done while he was conscious and alert, fully aware of pain.

Hero leaned her cheek against the bars, noting how the villain struggled to breathe. Ribs were broken, most likely snapped. It brought a feeling of nausea up Hero's throat.

She glanced over at the driver, Superhero. One of his hands aimlessly hung out of the window while the other steered the dark green van. He hummed a song under his breath, barely paying attention to the beaten figure in the back. Hero looked at him, slightly annoyed and very disgusted. Yes, she beat up villains for a living, but something was special about this one.

He was her personal nemesis, so in a feud driven way, she cared for him.

And boy did she hate seeing him in his current state.

"Superhero," Hero murmured, gently nudging her companion. He gave her a sideyed look before mumbling,

"What?"

"This is wrong," she said bluntly before she chickened out. Superhero narrowed his eyes and looked at Hero skeptically.

"What's wrong? We do this on the daily." Superhero gestured towards the knocked out villain. Hero looked backwards too. Gosh was he getting paler...

"He has an arrow up his leg."

"So?"

"So? It will get infected and he will die in the conditions we are planning on putting him in."

"Maybe he should have thought about that before he decided to rob that bank," Superhero retorted in a weak chuckle. Hero sneered and collapsed back into her seat, frowning.

Getting Villain into the prison wasn't hard whatsoever. He didn't even wake, head leaning against Superhero's shoulder as he was carried to an awaiting wheelchair. He was promptly strapped down into it, wrists and ankles bound by leather buckles. He grimaced slightly, face contorting into an expression of discomfort. But Superhero did not care- it infuriated Hero, who was watching the interaction from afar.

Villain was then pushed into the prison. Guards armed with guns watched them with grim faces as they played with the safety of their weapons. Hero hurried past them and followed her captured enemy.

Superhero wheeled him into a secluded cell. It made Hero's blood boil- Villain didn't even get to be around others. He locked the wheels of the chair in place before crouching in front of Villain. He took out a water bottle and spurted some across the bruised face of the villain.

Villain moaned as he blearily blinked his eyes open, revealing the haziness underneath those drooping lids. He struggled to look arounds, breaths quickening, before he slumped forward once again. His eyes drifted shut and-

Superhero slapped Villain hard across the face.

"Stay awake you idiot," he growled, teeth clenched. Hero tentatively took a step forward, ready to protect Villain as best she could.

Though what exactly could she do that wouldn't jeopardize him further? Superhero would overtake her and likely punish Villain for it.

So she stayed still, observing.

Villain groaned, head limply jerking backwards with the momentum of the strike. His eyes opened once again, however, they were rolling back.

He wouldn't stay conscious much longer.

Superhero smirked and walked away from the prisoner. He grabbed a bottle of listerine and a knife. Hero nearly threw up at the connotation. Superhero was going to remove the arrow with that.

She found herself drifting closer and closer to the villain.

"What did I say," Superhero yelled suddenly, grabbing Villain right under the chin. The villain's eyes flew open in shock as he struggled against the larger man's iron grasp.

Superhero's hands went to the sides of Villain's neck and he squeezed. It took only a few seconds for the bloodflow to cease flow into the villain's brain and he went limp.

"Why did you do that!" Hero shrieked, running to Villain's side.

Superhero let go, smiling faintly as the color rushed back into Villain's face. "Punishment, dearest Hero," he cooed, placing his index finger underneath Villain's chin and angling his face up. The villain was just waking up, eyes bloodshot and glazed.

"For what?" Hero asked, though she knew the answer. She caressed Villain's cheek with her hand and drew the practically lifeless head to her. Villain whimpered and leaned into her contact.

"He was passing out again," Superhero replied with a shrug.

"Because you gave him a concussion," Hero seethed, leaning Villain's head against the tall backrest of the wheelchair.

"What's with the sudden morals?" Superhero asked, sounding exasperated. He glared down at Hero. "You have nearly killed men and women before, you know, or have you forgotten?"

Hero let out a curt sigh. Superhero was right and this hypocrisy wasn't that heroic. She wasn't any better than her fellow heroes.

"We should change our ways," Hero tried a different approach. Superhero rolled his eyes, basically saying no, before he grabbed the metal arrow and tugged.

Any leftover grogginess escaped the villain as he screamed. Hero felt a sudden urge to cry, but she held herself together. She grabbed Villain's hand- the one that wasn't bloodied- and held onto it.

Superhero continued to pull until Villain's screams diminished to breathy pleas. His head rested back over his shoulder, face red with tears.

"That's not working," Hero pointed out, but it was morw than clear that Superhero knew exactly that.

"You're right," Superhero agreed innocently, amusement apparent in his tone. He grabbed the knife, a dull one, Hero noticed, and jammed it into Villain's thigh.

The villain tried to pull away, but the unrelenting restraints made that impossible. He gasped for breath instead.

Superhero hummed as he hacked at the wound. Hero nervously bit her lip. The wound was looking much worse than what it had to be...

On impulse, she sporadically grabbed Superhero's wrist and yanked him away. Her colleague stumbled back, face lit up in fury.

Hero quickly shoved the arrow deeper into Villain's thigh. The villain thrashed, beginning to scream again, but Hero continued to inflict the necessary agony.

The arrowhead made its appearance. Hero, with sticky fingers, grabbed it and pulled it out.

He wasn't awake for much longer after that.

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elfwoodfae · 3 years

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Writing’s On the Wall Harrison Eo Wells x reader.

Chapter 2- Specter.

Author’s note: I am so happy and excited for this new series. I hope sincerely that you all like it and let me know your thoughts, this new series will touch on darker themes up ahead in the future. Also tumblr is being annoying with the paragraphs that’s why they are so far apart.

I made this moodboard. I looked up and searched the photos and edited them. I don’t mind if you use it.

Part 1 (here)

A strange calmness falls over him; he turns around, opening his eyes for the first time in hours. He feels exhausted, having spend the majority of the night observing you. He chastises himself, he shouldn’t have done that, there was no other option, he reminds himself, he is desperate and frustrated. The sudden reminder of your presence this early in the morning angers him, a growl escaping his mouth as he sits up, the white linens of the bed pooling around his hips as he rubs his face with one hand, turning his head and doing a double take at the door, making sure is locked, he knows he locked it last night but the paranoia your presence has brought him makes him second guess himself.

His feet touch the floor first, he stretches his arms over his head, moaning at the relief it offers, his white shirt riding up enough to expose a gleam of milky skin; his hair is a mess of black curls, the expression looking back at him thorough the mirror is annoyed, tired, he splashes water on his face, he needs to wake up. The shadow of a beard is starting to appear on his chin, along his jaw and cheeks, he closes his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck and sighting before gripping the sink in a moment of fury where he wishes he could rip it out of the wall and throw it, shattering it into pieces.

How hard could it be to get rid of you? It wouldn’t be hard at all, it would be done before you could even draw your next breath, it would bring him more pleasure than beating Allen, but the consequences would be devastating, his rational side reminded him, there was not possible way to free himself from the torture of your existence without dooming his. Had Joe not met you things would have been different but he could see as clear as day the picture waiting back for him at the lab. Barry most likely knows about you by now, he knows there will be questions once he gets there, they will be innocent in nature but they will only serve to cement your presence into his mind.

He looks at himself in the mirror, admiring every detail of his clothes before he turns around, spotting his chair exactly where he had left it last night; he walks to it, looking at it so intently as if his gaze alone could burn it, hating the thing he punishes himself with. It’s for a greater good, he remembers. Wheeling into the main area of the house he notices all the lights are still off, he takes solace onto the fact that you are still sleeping, freeing him from your presence even if he knows it will only be for a few hours. He decides to leave, not wanting to take the chance of you deciding to appear and tag along, he doesn’t think of himself capable enough to not pull a Brutus a gut you in the middle of the day. This are also the only quiet moments he will get to think, to work on his suit, he sighs, there is so little time for him to use even when he is always alone.

The room is unfamiliar to your eyes, the bed linens are soft, warm, they smell of fresh cotton and clean clothes, it takes a moment for your memories to return, reminding you where you are. The room is dark, the curtains successfully blocking any sunlight from peaking in, there is no telling the time as you look around trying to get at least a sense of how rested you are. The clock reads sometime after 8, Harrison has more likely left by now and a slight disappointment settles over you, you wanted to see the labs, maybe he will want to take you tomorrow. The bathroom is spacious, glass doors decorating the shower as a black marble vanity rest on the wall, its too big for one person, it feels too luxurious for a guest room. Your mind reminds you of a forgotten fact, Harrison was never a showoff kind of person, he liked his house to feel welcoming and cozy, completely opposite to this place.

Walking out of the room is impossible not to notice the eerie silence that accompanies you, all the lights are off but the sun seems to illuminate the whole place through the skylight. A feeling of anxiety settles in your stomach as your eyes scan the expanse of the room, a corridor shielding doors you haven’t explored yet calls to you, maybe it would be best to wait for him to come back and show you around. You look around once again, scanning the walls and every available surface, your brows furrowing once a detail settles into you that you hadn’t taken into account the previous day; there is not even a single photo of Tess or himself anywhere. Maybe he has them in his room, or perhaps in his office, you think, the anxiety of walking into his space long forgotten, replaced with curiosity.

With fast steps you make it to the first door, its unlocked. The wood doesn’t creak when you open it and you wish it had, any sound would be better than this silence. Peaking your head inside, rows of shelfs of books welcome you, a dark desk sits in the middle, random papers and pieces discarded around it, nothing you would be able to recognize. A leather chair sits behind it and for a moment you wonder what could he need it for? Scanning the surface for any photos, any memories of Tess you could find but is empty, not even a photo of her in any of the walls.

Moving along you walk to the last room, the one on the end of the hall; opening the door, the room is dark, no light peaking into it, the bedsheets are a dark grey, almost black, nothing is out of order, a smell that could only be described as a freshly shaved man and clean clothes hits you, its pleasant, fresh. There is once again no photos to be seen, you should turn around, walk back and continue with your day but curiosity gets the best of you; the walking closet is big, rows of clothes hanging, color coordinated and perfectly ironed. A mirror from floor to ceiling adorning the wall in front of you. Walking closer to his clothes you grab the sleeve of one of his expensive white shirts, wanting to feel the softness of it, you don’t recall ever seeing him wearing one. Out of impulse you bring it to your nose, clothing your eyes as the smell of his cologne hits you, causing a blush to rise up your cheeks; he probable sprays it on himself here, impregnating everything around him.

Abandoning his room you walk into the kitchen, there is so many things about him you wish you knew, things that have probably changed and things that you don’t remember. He seems so distant, so cold, so unavailable to you, it made you wonder why he had allowed you to stay with him, perhaps it was not you, it was your attachment, the last piece of her memory he had, you were like an heirloom, one he refused to throw away, and that realization made you sad.

He didn’t seem happy, he seemed lonely, used to being by himself, making you question if he had any friends, if there was anyone caring for him. The man you remembered was always accompanied, always surrounded by people, always kind, always loving; where had that man disappear? You wondered, remembering how he hadn’t even known who you were once he picked up the phone that night, but what could you expected? You had never reached out, staying like a ghost, gone and hidden from his life.

Sighting you shake your head, forcing these thoughts to abandon you, having had enough of their torment for a day, there are things after all to be do today. Her face attacks your memory, you remember her from the times Tess and Harrison had brought her over, Christina is her name, she was close to Harrison and she had been very close to Tess, urging the obligation of a visit in you the moment you had decided to visit Central City, certain guilt at staying so out of touch to both of them fills you.

Perhaps you should have called her office before hand, you think, she is a busy woman after all, but after a few name drops from her past her assistant informs you that she will see you shortly. The door opens to the conference room she asked you to wait at, her face haven’t changed, a few wrinkles here and there, but the same determine eyes started back at you.

“Y/n” she says your name, surprise lace in her voice, she seems excited to see you. She hugs you, before commenting how much you have changed since she last saw you approximately fifteen years ago.

“I am so glad you could see me, I’m so sorry I never reached out, is just after the death of Tess so many things changed.” You begin, feeling the sting of tears coming to her at the emotion of relieving those memories, at being so close to someone that knew her.

“I’m surprise Harrison didn’t mention that I was visiting, I assumed you both were close friends.” You say nonchalantly, catching in the way her face contract, she seems uncomfortable at the mention of his name.

“Well yes we were.” She says, taking in a breath before continuing.

“You see, after the accident Harrison and I fell out of touch.” She says, seemingly leaving it at that, but curiosity is a powerful feeling, pulling its strings inside of you, forcing you to ask.

“Oh, but don’t you both keep any contact at all?” The question seems innocent, you genuinely want to know. She understands that, concern for you raising in her as she decides to open up more to you.

“I’ll be honest with you y/n, after the accident Harrison changed so much, that loving, caring man disappeared, he became cold, calculating, manipulative. I understand how grieve can change a person, but he, is like he is not even the same person anymore.” She tells you and you get the feeling she is not speaking in a metaphorical way.

You decide to confide her in your worries of him, in your confusion when he didn’t know who you were, when he didn’t even recognize your name. You can see the concern raising in her eyes, at you being alone with a man neither of you know any longer, but you assure her is fine, you will be fine, how bad could he be? He wouldn’t hurt you, this was Harrison you both are talking about, even if neither of you believe it completely.

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mxttellion · 3 years

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kicks you in the shins we need hcs for all the boys

or else you're getting shipped with matt realsworld /j

WOW OKAY ANON OKAY I'M SORRY I don't have much written down for the others but it's more about a general idea let's say djshs anyway. read under this for the hcs if there's something i dont mention it's because it's like canon, and it feels redundant.

- Edd

-oldest of the bunch, being 27

-bi? gay? I don't know, he doesn't care. He's trans, and made sure to get the biggest dick in su- also, he's the tallest of the group, 190 cm tall. He is a literal bear in more ways than one. He's also autistic because fuck you

-Of course he's the leader and of course he draws do I have to repost the theme song??? He's the artist, and as an artist he has artist issues (tm) (aka art blocks and stuff. He usually tries to do other stuff like playing with Ringo or going for a walk when that happens.) He has a freelance job.

-He is A MESS- His room is a mess and so is his work place. Probably owns 10 distinct sketchbooks and all of them have broken pages and stuff all over the place.

-Treasures his screen tablet. It's something he managed to buy with his commissions money

-Regrets opening commissions. The first one he has ever gotten was from Tord and it was about drawing his big tiddy anime oc. And probably got a bunch of fetish ones as well

PURE BASTARD BREED (TM) "oh no, Tom is fighting someone......... Anyway"...Yes he's the leader, yes he doesn't care about his friends wellbeing anymore at this point. Okay he cares, but at some point, he goes "then die lol"

-After the literal first attempt at stopping his friends he joins them. Well if he only wasn't the one starting the dumb stuff 80% of the time. He's the one who suggests his friends to do stuff. Guys, he isn't the rational one: he fully supports bullshit and is so extra at times (throws a sofa at people) That being said, He's incredibly strong even due to the radiations. He can use his twink friends and baseball bats(edited) and gives the best hugs!!

He is GENERALLY a nice guy, he's the shoulder of support for his friends, but like, that's human decency. He's definitely an hothead at times. Really really impulsive. It's not that he's angry or anything, he doesn't get upset easily, it takes a LOT to get him pissed. He's just a bastard. Basically, impulsive and sometimes angy

-Likes to friendly tease his friends, but this is pretty much everyone in the group. The thing gets very awkward when they step a bit too far. Kind of a trickster, but like his teasing, he means well. Most of the times. He especially love teasing Matt as he's the one who's gonna start complaining a lot about it

-Has borrowed and does borrow some of his friends stuff without asking. See Tom's bass Susan and how he broke it lol

-Honestly out of the four he's the more optimistic. Also over enthusiastic, and ready to just do fun stuff despite being extremely lazy. His energy management is so weird

-He's the one physically stopping his friends most of the time. Especially Matt.

- Tom

- 25, youngest and the shortest of the group, being 175 cm tall.

- agender and bi. Doesn't really care about pronouns

-yknow what? Fuck you divergents your neuro, tom

-Is he an alien? A cryptid? Who knows, he most definitely isn't human at all lmao -He purrs. Uhhh yeah. He also has purple blood. His monster form has both fur and scales he's so weird

-Eyes? Well they're,,,, uh,,,,,,,,, honestly I like the idea of them just being black aight

-He isn't depressed, he's just as chaotic and over enthusiastic as the others. He's just a bit of an edgelord, that's it. He's a punk ass bitch (literally) -Oh he also has no nose. And well, his ears are detachable. He can still smell and hear like anybody else -He bites with those chompers

-Awful anger management issues. Don't get him angry, he'll stay bitter for the entire day. Extremely XD LOL Random: Most definitely had a scene phase and probably still has, doesn't want to admit it. He listens to a Lot of ska punk. and punk itself. He doesn't really fit one subculture just takes some from everything

-Enjoys alcohol (particularly smirnoff / vodka) but doesn't ALWAYS drink it. He had an hard time controlling his alcohol moments when he was younger. Despite loving alcohol, he has little to no resistance. He gets drunk VERY easily

-He somehow holds less grudges than anyone in the house. Probably because he literally fights people to the point he doesn't have to hold grudges

-His hair barely goes down and people genuinely wonder if he was just born like that (yes). Hair so spiky he literally attaches to walls- His eyes are either empty hollows or just black. Sometimes they are, sometimes they aren't. just cryptid things. He ACTUALLY is the voice of reason. Kinda. Kinda. -Edd probably found him in his backyard one day and decided to keep him as his frien :) Tord

-third youngest but same age as Matt, 26. He's 180 cm tall, if not a little bit shorter, but taller than Tom anyway. Enough to punt him out of pure fun

-cishet /j

-Yknow the gist by now, none of them are neurotypical

-is kinda awkward,,,, he just stares at the void with a O_O face. He isn't very silent, he likes to talk, sometimes he talks way too much than he's supposed to. He has no filters and that's NOT a good thing. He probably spilled a few secrets he has with his friends unwillingly, and then paid the price. But at the same time he can be a smug ass bitch. a gremlin. a bastard. Even though he SEEMS like the chillest one of t- He probably hisses at people.

-The Redditor of the house. Bringer of bad takes. However he thinks he's actually right somehow. (he's not)

-Special interest? Mechanics and Technology, of course! He Won't shut up about robots and cyborgs. He loves them way too much. He has built some and he's trying to build some aswell. For now he has only managed to successfully build one, who he treasures almost like a pet. Ringo definitely tried to eat it once. And the garage is a goddamn mess because of him

-He probably owns a few gundams lying there and there, all built by himself and probably some he made himself. Still as much of an anime fan ofc

-Emo. Do I need to add anything else? His wardrobe is mostly red/black clothes. Don't ask him to change colors he WON'T.

-Despite being "stuck in 2007" he is aware of all the latest trends and memes. Watch him yelling amogus.

-He only shows his robot figurines but secretly has a lot of vocaloid and general anime ones. Catch him singing World is Mine at 3 am in the morning

-Gets along with Matt pretty well as they almost have the same music tastes. They're also prank buddies! ...especially on Tom -He's somehow the one who's extremely aware of his surroundings and "imbalanaces" for a lack of a better word. He feels when something around him is wrong or when there's a lot of tension in the house. Even though he doesn't really know how to act. Let's say that Tord CAN read you like a book when it comes to feelings. You can't hide it from him -He has considered leaving the house, but never did. He's way too attached. Even thought there are friends who are willing to give him an home (Pau and Pat lol) And that's all I have (FOR NOW) for the others shsdgsdjks

#long post #eddsworld #ew edd #ew tom #ew tord #ew headcanons #rxplies #txt post

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shootthemessenger · 3 years

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if the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece [b.d.h.]

billie dean howard x fem!reader

summary: idk this came to me while cooking ramen

disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature, smut

gif belongs to @onlysarah235678

Billie couldn’t keep herself from staring; between the swift way you floated around the room, and the dress that hugged your curves so deliciously. She recognized that dress - she had picked it up in a small shop in New York and made you promise you’d wear something nice underneath it for her.

She couldn’t tell if you remembered where the dress was from and deliberately wore it or if you were only wearing it because you knew how lovely you looked in it.

Either way, it was hard for her to deny that you radiated nothing but confidence and elegance as you made your rounds with the producers and actors and actresses; the cherry-red smile never once leaving the delicate curve of your lips.

And she hated you for it.

Specifically, she hated the way you clung to your girlfriend’s arm like a three-piece suit fitted to mold perfectly around her.

She hated the way you wouldn’t look her in the eyes with a soft bat those mesmerizing eyelashes the way you used to.

She hated that she was forced to watch you pad around with the woman that was taking up the other side of your bed; her side of your bed.

Ironically enough, she even hated that she hated you.

When you finally did meet her eyes - as you were escorted to your seat, which had conveniently been placed across the table from her - you sent nothing more than a soft glance which ended as soon as it had began.

She wondered, briefly, if she was imagining the thickness of the tension in the air and if her psycho-babbling with the producer next to her was enough to mask the fact that she was having trouble concentrating.

It only proved to be more difficult as your thumb reached to swipe a pool of chocolate syrup from your bottom lip.

Once again, your eyes met hers, and she wondered if she had imagined the way your pupils dilated as you sucked the mess from the pad of your thumb.

Her spine twitched as she blinked away her own thoughts, submerging herself back into the conversation she was now struggled to keep a hold of.

She could feel your heel bump against her shin underneath the table, “I’m so sorry,” you apologized, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

She almost forgot where she was as she basked to the smoothness in your voice, the soft tone dripping from your lips like honey.

Her eyes darted to your, distracted, girlfriend before landing on you again.

Now she was angry for an entirely different reason.

She was angry that the woman in front of her had the audacity to focus on anything other than you when you were all she could think about.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” She mumbled, hoping she could mask that sharpness in her voice as her eyes trailed down to your chest where she proceeded to stare at the curvature of your breasts.

It was getting harder for her to deny the urgency to bend you over the table and take you right there in front of everyone.

But she refrained, mostly because of the intrusiveness of the idea that maybe you weren’t still in love with her the way she was with you. Maybe you were only screwing with her because you knew the sight of you still make her weak in the knees, no matter how many months it had been since you had broken up.

The rattling in her brain was interrupted by your voice, excusing yourself from the table and sauntering towards the restroom. She watched your hips swing, blinking back the images of your naked ass pressed against her shower wall.

If this is how the night was going to be; she was absolutely fucked.

She waited a moment, glancing around the room before she impulsively pushed her way out of her seat and stumbled towards the bathroom.

She carefully swung the door open, examining the room for anyone. The bathroom was empty other than you standing at the sink with your hands under the runnng water.

She leaned against the wall, examining your face through the mirror before finding the courage to speak. “So, you’ve got a new girlfriend.” She spoke sternly.

You met her eyes in the mirror, almost missing the way the lock clicked behind her. “I wouldn’t call her my girlfriend, hell, she’s hardly my friend.” You let out a defeated laugh, turning off the water.

Billie moved closer to you, pressed her hand to your hip and pulling you flush against her. She couldn’t fight the urge to breathe you in, your scent clouding her senses.

You withered underneath her, shuddering at the feeling of her breath against your ear. She was silent for a moment as she looked you over, “Dress looks good on you.” She stated shortly, finally pressing her lips against your shoulder.

You fought a hum, nearly paralyzed under her as you watched her through the mirror. Her lips traveled past the strap of the dress, her teeth pulling it to snap back against your skin. You whimpered at the burning sensation left on your sensitive skin.

You could see Billie’s eyes visibly darken as her hand began dancing down the outside of your thigh, “Almost forgot what you looked like underneath me.” She watched you carefully, trying to pick up on any indication that you wanted her to stop.

But the gentle pressure of your ass pushing against her made her smile. She took the dress in her fist and pulled it up over your thighs. She would have been suprised at the black-colored lingerie underneath if she hadn’t known you better.

Her voice dropped to a whisper, “Did you wear this for her, hmm?” She was toying with you just as you had toyed with her early. And, man, were you paying for it.

Her fingers found the hem of your underwear and traced along the burning skin. Before you could even let out the breath you were holding, her hand dipped under the thin fabric to swipe a soft line between your folds.

You cried out softly, gripping the edge of the counter until the skin of your knuckles turned white. You could hear the sound of her humming just over the blood rushing in your ears. “So wet.” She praised with a smile.

“Stop teasing,” you begged through a ragged breath, watching her face break out into an evil smirk. She met your eyes, glancing down the mirror at the sight of her hand dissapeared underneath your underwear.

“Why should I?” She almost sounded proud of the desperation leaking from your voice.

You grit your teeth as her thumb pressed teasingly against your clit, “Because you’ve already proved that no one is going to fuck me as good as you can. Don’t make me wait any longer to cum than I already have.”

She rewarded you with a soft circular motion against your clit, holding you flush against her with her free hand as you attempted to buck your hips in a chase for the orgasm you so-desperately needed.

The moans that began to fall from your lips were much appreciated by Billie as she pushed her finger inside of you, “Look at you, moaning like a desperate little mess. Such a fucking slut trying to get off on my fingers.”

Her hand traveled up to pull the dress below your chest, taking a nipple between her fingers and rolling gently. “God,” she mumbled in approval, her eyes locked on your closed ones in the mirror.

She could feel your knees buckling underneath you as you held yourself up against the sink and tried your best to ride her fingers to orgasm.

“Look at me,” she demanded, wrapping her hand around your throat. When you made no effort to open your eyes, she continued, “I have half a mind to make you scream my name for everyone to hear how needy this cunt is for me. Don’t make me regret giving you what you want without making you work for it. Look. At. Me.” If there was one thing Billie knew how to do, it was excite you.

Your eyes immediately shot open, water pooling in them and face flushed of all color except the rosy-pink blush on your cheeks. God, she wanted to take a picture of you in the moment; completely at her mercy and open to her with no metaphorical barrier between the two of you.

“Billie, I’m going to cum!” You were nearly shouting as she clamped her hand over your mouth. Her fingers worked effortlessly faster against your clit.

“Then be a good girl and cum for mommy.” She finally gave you her blessing. As if a flood gate had opened up, your orgasm rocked through you. A symphony of cries and moans flooded Billie’s ear, such a sweet sound.

She pinned your hips against the skin as you shuttered until finally your legs began to still. “Thank you,” was all you had the energy to mumble out as you looked up at her once again.

Her face broke out into a maniacal smirk, “Oh sweetheart, don’t think I’m done with you yet. I’m going to fuck to until you forget your own name.”

This is not edited and terrible, oops 😅 but hey atleast I’m writing for the first time in so long... :)

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