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Headcanon: I guess post-BPS, Eddy would be really depressed and in a indetity crisis for at very least two weeks (it's too much of a drastic change to him), Edd would do his best to be a sensitive, empathetic friend and help him out while struggling with his own flaws and his bitchy side (I figure they would stop bickering SO THAT MUCH after BPS, at least for a while). tbh I guess Ed would be too happy making friends with the kids or rebulting a sibling relationship with Sarah to notice for some while (He always had been somewhat oblivious to the others' problems, and I figure him being the most popular, beloved, accepted one post-BPS).
What do you think?
Oh yes let’s talk about it! I could see quite a lot of what you’ve mentioned happening for sure. I’m just gonna go into more detail because I can’t help myself and you asked so…
BPS obviously is meant to be THE groundbreaking moment for Eddy’s character. So let’s get into it.
Eddy is a survivor of abuse. And a fighter. He’s got a little of that Childhood Trauma™️ and it does in fact “build [his] character”. See what I did there? Anyway, the point is that just because Eddy has this major turning point, his trauma isn’t going anywhere overnight.
Rachel Connor, one of the writers of the movie who worked specifically on the scenes with Bro, wrote a post where she described Eddy as the Great Pretender which… BIG OOF! As the show progresses Eddy loses sight of who he is more and more as he digs himself deeper into the Bro hole: emulating him more, wanting to impress him more, lying about him more (or perpetuating lies. Who knows!). The whole Great Pretender act isn’t exactly fulfilling. It’s putting more stress on his actual friendships with his pals. His depression in the 5th season (@book-o-scams has written about this) feels like a result of all this.
So when Eddy’s scam goes so horribly wrong that he and his friends are run out of PC, he almost loses Edd’s friendship, only to get publicly abused by his big bro, Eddy is faced with the reality of the person he could become. And that’s when he knows it has to end. This epiphany should be liberating for him in some ways but also sets off a whole self discovery journey. Of course he’d feel a little lost at the start, trying out lots of different versions of himself, before ultimately embracing his multifaceted self into adulthood. Aren’t we all a little lost in our teen years?
After all he’s been through with his brother, the guy has major trust issues. It's clear that Eddy is anxious to belong and be popular, but attempting to fleece the other kids for quarters at every turn isn’t exactly the best way of making friends (except that it’s a bonding activity with the other Eds). And that feels intentional whether he’s conscious of it or not, that what he’s really after is status instead of acceptance. Because if he doesn’t get too close with others he can’t get hurt. Trust issues are really hard to shake. That’s always going to impact his relationships and specifically his interactions with the other kids immediately following the events of BPS. It’s going to take him years to work through that. And I think he will, with time, get better at trusting and getting close to others.
My interpretation is that Eddy would be pretty bummed and depressed for a while despite all the new acceptance from his other peers, just because he’s having to analyze his own behavior more, question his relationship with his bro, with his family at large, with his best friends, with everyone else around him. I often add a layer of him struggling with the realization he might be gay during the year or two following the events of BPS, and that's not the easiest pill for him to swallow either. I think he’d still put up walls to protect himself and try to find ways to be liked and accepted, to be entertaining or prove himself. I don’t see him immediately being as outgoing with the other cul-se-sac kids as he is within the Eds, but I think at his core he is actually a cool and interesting guy and that comes through. On the flip side, I think he’d mostly work on being more honest and vulnerable with Edd and Ed in the months and years following which just strengthens their bonds more and together they learn to be better people to each other! Woohoo!
We’re moving on: Edd. BPS is a trial of his friendship with Eddy and they came out the other side much more sympathetic to one another. The tension that grows between them during the series run is as much a result of Eddy’s desperation as it is a result of Edd’s anxiety getting way worse. So yes, where I do see Edd helping Eddy through some of his depression following BPS, I also see Eddy helping ground Edd with some of his own issues that are percolating to the surface more. Just two little emo outcasts being there for eachother. Couldn’t be a recipe for a little gay awakening. No chance. (I’m being sarcastic, y’all. You know my schtick). I still think they’d bicker, though. Like a lot. It’s just core to their personalities. Fights just wouldn’t come to blows in the same way. It’s a lot harder to stay mad when you can see the clearly labeled buttons you’re pushing, you know?
Outside of his relationship to Eddy, Edd also seems to be shifting away from being blindly obedient towards authority like in the series. Nothing like seeing a man-child beat on an actual child to really wreck your world view. Up until that point, Edd is a textbook rule follower. I think there is an interesting perspective shift, seeing the world as Eddy has, that will shake his idealism and optimism ever so slightly. Thus starting a tiny little rebellious streak. Again, can’t reiterate enough that turning 13 is such a bitch. The mental toil.
Ed. Oh, Ed. Ed kinda has his whole thing figured out already. I sometimes describe Ed’s heroic act in BPS as him getting his brain back a bit after the school season episodes. I think the kid just dissociates especially hard when he is at school which makes him seem extra random in these episodes. We all gotta cope somehow. Anyway, I do also weirdly think Ed would get on with the other cul-de-sac kids pretty well on his own: he already has decent rapport with the likes of Jonny and Rolf so it would be interesting to see these relationships explored more. In the show he already seems the floater type. Maybe Ed becomes Jonny’s only friend when he becomes the new “outcast” of the cul-de-sac.
I think his consistency is really going to help Edd and Eddy through whatever ups and downs they go through. He’s the type to lighten the mood or give a sympathetic ear or listen to a rant without judgment. He has and always will accept them just as they are, and himself just as he is, and that does wonders for the group’s morale. Also, with Eddy dialing back on the Bro act I can see Ed also being kinder (he’s often feeding off the bad examples) and really embracing the surrogate big brother role for Eddy. I’d love for that relationship to be strengthened more too, and Ed to come to his defense and protection more readily in the way he does with Sarah. At first it would probably annoy Eddy to no end but he’d reluctantly get over it because deep down it feels good to be cared for. Soft like mashed potatoes indeed.
More than Ed rebuilding the relationship with Sarah is Sarah sticking up for her brother to her parents. I think she’d definitely come around to recognizing she’s abused her privileges as the favorite child and also grateful that her brother didn’t turn out That Bad considering. While she’s mending things with Ed I think she’d still take out her younger sibling rage on Eddy (I like to think she sees him as a bonus brother she never asked for). I don’t think they necessarily hate each other or anything, they just have that energy of two scrappy alley cats who have to hiss and swat before parting ways.
#I feel like I both answered the question and only scratched the surface#lots to chew on#yap yap dribble dribble
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can I ask 4 moee fetchen thoughrs
YES OFC I LOVE FETCHEN they're so so so soft. softest ship i've ever witnessed
i once read a hc where they said that karen's first language isn't english but it's actually telugu or hindi (i think i forgot which oneee) and so i can imagine that when people talk bad abt karen being not the brightest person, gretchen would berate them and defend her while saying that shes actually v smart in her native language :( gretch actually took the time when they were kids to pick up a few words and phrases just to surprise karen sometimes.
and karen is very very gentle w gretchen whenever she has panic or anxiety attacks. she stays w gretch thru it all and helps her calm down. most of the time when theyre alone, karen sings for her to make gretch's worries go away. like gretchen, karen also picked up spanish for gretchen and shes actually good at it :( (gretchen mentioned once about a song her abuela used to sing for her when she was little and karen made it her mission to memorize that song so she could sing it for gretchen)
#fetchen#im on brainrot mode im so sorry if im yapping#i hope it makes sense???#gretchen wieners#karen shetty#mean girls 2024#mean girls#dribble drabble
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Could I request Lando and y/n are yappers. Never shut the hell up. Much to the annoyance of the rest of the paddock.
i've been sitting on this one for ages lol
Max regretted letting them ride in his private jet. He regretted extending the invitation to the McLaren drivers, having them chat away in front of him.
The paddock knew that they were annoying. They knew that Lando and his teammate, his girlfriend, were maybe the most irritating people going. The talked. And then they talked. And then they kept on talking. It was never ending, mindless yapping.
Nobody else on the grid could understand what they were talking about. Nobody else on the grid could understand how they kept on yapping for so long.
By this point in the season, it was mindless dribble.
Everybody on the grid had been a victim.
Oscar, first. When she was their reserve driver. They'd be in the garage, standing with Lando, trying to have a conversation between the three of them. But Oscar hadn't gotten a word in for the last five minutes. They kept going. And going. And going. Never shutting up. By the time Oscar had moved to Mercedes and she and Lando were teammates, the entire team had become a victim.
Carlos used to find peace in golf. He still did, when it was himself, his father and Lando. But then he invited her along. Ha, big mistake. It was impossible to concentrate on his golf swing as she and Lando spoke and spoke and spoke. Carlos couldn't help but turn towards them, raising his eyebrows. Even that didn't shut them up.
Carlos learnt to tune them out.
The rest of the grid weren't so lucky.
At first Daniel thought it was funny. He could ask one simple question and off they'd go for the next hour. The topic would change a couple of times and it wouldn't end; Daniel would just slip away unnoticed.
They yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped. And yapped.
#lando norris#lando norris imaigne#lando norris x reader#lando norris fluff#lando norris smut#lando norris x you#lando norris x reader smut#ln4#ln4 imagine#ln4 x reader#f1#formula one#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula 1#formula one imagine#formula one x reader#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine
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fuck about it - older bf!toji x fem!reader [drabble]
a/n: title from the waterparks song of the same name !!
cw: 18+ content, p in v, pet names, very mild degradation, creampie, mating press, brief nipple play
Toji likes his girlfriend a lot. Seriously, he does. You're sweet - a lot cuter than his normal type. He tends to like them sexier, with long legs and dolled up faces, but you? You drive him crazy with your doe-eyes and bubbly personality.
He's surprised that such a cute girl can pack an attitude like you can. 'Cause you're seriously adorable, but your incessant whining drives him up the wall. You really are lucky you have that puppy-dog look about you because he'd feel a lot less guilty about going so rough on you if you didn't look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.
When you come home from college yapping about this issue, and that - talking his damn ear off, he's had enough. The only thing that ever manages to shut you up seems to be pumping you full of his cum, and he'd gladly provide his cock whenever you got bitchy enough for it. He's tried talking it out before, but it never seems to work. You want him to fuck the argument out of you? Fine. He'd do it gladly.
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He's got you bent in half on the bed, knees pressed to your chest as he presses his thumb down against his tip, slowly pushing it into your drippy cunt with a groan. His hand slips away from his cock as he presses forward, sliding up your body to grope at your tits. You let out the prettiest whine as he pinches and tugs at one of your nipples, watching as all the annoyance drains from your face.
"Such a pretty little slut. Takin' my cock so well, ain't ya princess?" He grunts, instantly picking up the pace until he's bullying his length against your cervix with every thrust, his hips slapping against the fat of your ass.
"Always givin' me so much back talk, but ya get so soaked f'me..." He adds, his brows furrowing as he thrusts his cock into you, both of his hands moving to the backs of your thighs, pressing your knees more firmly against your chest. You're moaning his name, a sound that's got him gritting his teeth as he tries not to blow his load early.
"Bratty slut... so easy to fuck that attitude right out 'f ya." He forces out past his gritted teeth, sucking in a sharp breath as he feels your walls clenching down on his cock, sucking him in. Feels like you're trying to milk him with the way your pussy is gripping onto him. His hand slips down between your legs, rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. Your back arches, a breathy moan spilling past your lips as you cum, clenching oh-so deliciously around him.
"Fuck, bunny. That's a good fuckin' girl." He groans, sloppily thrusting into you, forcing your release to dribble down your thighs and his balls as slick sounds fill the bedroom. One, two, three more thrusts, and he's burying himself to the hilt, pressing his body weight against you as he goes limp on the back of your thighs, grunting your name as he coats your insides in his cum.
After a few moments, he lets out a sigh and pulls out, flopping onto the bed next to you. He throws an arm over his eyes, going limp against the mattress. "You gonna stop bitchin' at me now?"
#nyx drabbles☆#toji♡#toji x reader#jjk x reader#jjk toji#toji x you#toji x y/n#toji smut#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x you
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“so, what was it this time?”
“osamu!” you shriek, nearly jumping out of your skin when you round corner and find the grey-haired miya leaning against your kitchen counter.
eating your chips.
“i thought i locked the door,” you mumble, throwing the fridge open with a huff. your eyes land on a bottle of wine from a week ago, one you got after your last date.
“i have a key,” he says, mouth full of chips. “besides, ya texted me to come over, remember?”
you’re drinking straight out of the bottle, rolling your eyes at both his attitude and the dribble of wine that falls down your chin and onto your pajama shirt. he’s right, you texted him the second your date dropped you off. it was awful, and who better to complain about it to than your best friend.
“yeah, i do.” you put the bottle down, sliding it across the counter to osamu who slides it back and shakes his head.
“well, let’s hear it then.” osamu picks a couple more chips out of the bag, gesturing toward you. only then do you realize he’s still in his work clothes, black t shirt and onigiri miya, even his apron is loosely wrapped around his hips.
“it was awful, worst one yet. he didn’t even pick me up. sent an uber to get me,” osamu interjects with a snicker. you continue. “i get to the restaurant, and he didn’t even acknowledge me when i sat down! just nodded at like like some dog while he talked on the phone to who knows who for at least 10 minutes.”
osamu nods, seemingly unamused.
“then he spent the entire dinner telling me about how much money he makes, the cars he owns and his latest vacation.”
“business man?”
“actor.”
osamu laughs out loud. “in anything good? anything i’ve seen?”
“well if it’s good, we all know you haven’t seen it,” you hoist yourself onto the counter across from osamu as he shakes his head. “but no, commercials mostly. he said he was really hoping to get on that one soap opera, the-“
“so he was a self absorbed asshole?”
“pretty much,” you nod, picking at your nails. “such a waste of my time! i couldn’t believe it. by the time i finished my food his was untouched! he was yapping the entire time.”
you continue on, gesturing wildly about yet another guy who took up your friday night. and it ended the same as all the others: you, sitting in your pajamas while osamu listens, eating your snack. usually, after an hour or so, you let your feelings out and head to bed, leaving osamu to head back to his own place.
tonight though, he doesn’t want that outcome.
truthfully he’s had it. he’s sick of these guys, tired of hearing about how you’re getting treated when he’s fully capable of doing it himself.
“stop spending your nights with these losers, let a real man take ya out.”
you exhale. “i’ve been trying! not my fault i keep getting set up with them.”
osamu groans while he chews the remainder of the chips, tossing the once full bag into the trash.
“i have someone to set ya up with,” he returns to his spot, directly in front of you and crosses his arms.
“please, who is it? after all this time you finally have someone?”
he nods. “he’s tall, dark hair, has a good job. his own business, actually.”
you hum, kicking your feet back lazily off the counter. he takes a step closer.
“he loves his momma, a real mommas boy type. he’s on time, respectful, and knows how to treat ya like a real woman.”
you raise an eyebrow. “and just who would that be?”
he places his arms on either side of your thighs, trapping you on the counter.
“yer lookin’ at him, sweetheart.”
#osamu x reader#osamu miya x reader#osamu x reader fluff#miya osamu x reader#osamu fluff#osamu x you#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff
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TAEHYUN’S VEINS AAAAA IMAGINE HIM CHOKING READER WHEN FUCKING HER AND THEY SUCK ON HIS THUMB 😭😭😭😭
good ideaaaa (sorry this is so late!!)
dom!taehyun, sub!reader, afab reader, choking, slight mention of spit and idk what else :)
Scenario 1:
Taehyun fucking you from behind while you whine into the sheets as he grips at your pretty waist. “Tyunnie too m-much” you whined but Taehyun just told you to shut your pretty mouth before he fucks it but of course you dont listen! You’re a brat ffs so you just whine and moan louder at how its too much, too big, fuck ‘m gonna cum! Please let me cum tyunnie. He gets so pissed off with you being loud he decides to just wrap his hand around your dainty throat and shoves his thumb into your mouth and presses his thumb on your tongue making spit dribble onto the sheets below you
scenario 2:
Taehyun has you on your back while he drills into your dripping pussy so so so good that you cant help but throw your head back into the sheets and taehyun takes this opportunity like hes never gonna have it again (ofc he is) and his hand flys to your throat for the first time and your eyes look up at confused on why hes choking you. But then all the memories of you two yapping when you were high about your kinks come back and you remember him asking you “do you like being choked?” And now you knew why he was doing it.. next thing you knew he was making you suck on his thumb but the most you could do was stare at his veins popping out of his arm and his head being tipped back as he jackhammered into you. “Fucking suck on my thumb you pathetic brat” that made you comply quickly
im so sorry this is rushed but i hope you like it❤️❤️
#idk what to put#yuri✨inbox#yuri writes!!#txt taehyun smut#kang taehyun#txt smut#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#taehyun hard hours#taehyun hard thoughts#taehyun#taehyun smut#taehyun x reader#txt taehyun
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౨ৎ rain bird
pairing maknae line x fem reader genre fluff , established relationship warnings cursing , food mentions, english isnt my first language
? school life w/ ur enha bf
kim sunoo
somehow u two manage to make the uniforms a tad cuter than anyone else
never getting ur work done in any class fs (but u still pass? its the dawg in u) u two sit in the back of the room and have a whole station just for cute instagram posts
"aww babe u look so pretty today" "really? i should say that to u, love :3" cue the deadpanning from anyone in a mile radius of u
LITERAL GODS OF PHYSICAL TOUCH AND EVERYONE HATES IT. on the way to lunch? holding hands. dodgeball in pe? holding on to each other like ur lives depend on it. the weather a little chilly? "let me warm u up schnookums :>"
half of ur friendgroup think of u two as an ideal couple while the other half is done w ur shit (dw they love u)
when exams are coming up, u two hang out at each others houses to help each other with whatever u guys are struggling with
he has full faith in u passing the exams but still offers to calm u down by singing a song, giving u a massage, ordering ur favourite takeout, or anything that eases ur nerves :(
"don't be scared, y/n. ure the smartest girl i know, so theres absolutely zero chances of u failing this test, believe me!"
yang jungwon
ur boyfriend being a former class president and u being the current class president is either a blessing or karma for something u did in ur past life
"oh my gosh there's so many papers to send off, wonnie can you help me?" "nope, i stopped doing this type of work 3 years ago" before getting up and carrying all the stacks himself
when u mess up during a speech, be prepared for endless teasing while being reassured that u still deserve a spot in the council (thank u for fake tears and ur bf's soft heart)
if u have to stay after school to work on council duties, jungwon stays behind w u and uses the excuse that he needs help on his hw to be by ur side
he still takes the chance to lovingly bully ur ass
"u know, if u just refused the offer of being class prez we could be in my room rn watching the mlb movie" "babe be quiet before i actually lose it and start crying"
however, the longer he's with u, the more concerned he gets when he realizes that u leave school (alone) around 7 pm when the sky is getting dark and all sorts of creeps are walking around
he knows ure capable of protecting urself but his 'spiderman' bf instincts tell him to walk u home everyday no matter how late it is and tune out the fact that he'll get spanked by his mama for returning so late at night
"u forgot something, love. i need 10 kisses minimum for walking u this late, uberjungwon needs his payment!"
nishimura riki
fully believing in the 'hates almost everyone at school but has a soft spot for u' + the rest of enha trope for u two
yes he acts nonchalant to anyone's attempts at flirting w him but the moment u compliment his skills in soccer bro startings twirling his hair and encourages u to say more
"ki u did so good! ure like blue lock fr" "really? i did so good guarding right? and making that goal? and dribbling? right?" yappa yappa yapping /j
during free period, he drags u to the court and has u play a 1v1 with him
uses the excuse of 'fixing ur form' to get as close to u as possible and hes not ashamed of it
"yeah so u just position ur arm right here and-" "ok but can u loosen ur grip on my hips please, focus on the training babe " "shhhh"
OMFG i imagine him asking u out after winning a really important game with enha cheering him on at the back (big bros)
it'll be when u congratulate the team outside of the locker rooms when he just grabs u by the shoulders and professes a whole shakespeare typa love confession
his fangirls drop down sobbing the next day when u two walk in holding hands and he's carrying ur bag for u with the dopiest smile on his face
@ wonyrs 2023
a/n me when i dissappear for a month after my first post, come back with the trashiest post ever and a new layout LESGOOO anyways i hope u guys enjoy this and REMEMBER my requests are open so feel free to ask anything :> divider creds to v6que !!
read before requesting !
#wonyrs#enhypen#enhypen x reader#kpop x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen maknae line x reader#enhypen maknae line#female reader#nishimura riki#enhypen niki x reader#yang jungwon#enhypen jungwon x reader#kim sunoo#enhypen sunoo x reader#enhypen fluff#enha x reader#enhypen reactions#love tropes#enha imagines#jungwon x reader#niki x reader#sunoo x reader#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x you#niki x you#jungwon x you#sunoo x you#enhypen established relationship
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Summary: Mike Wheeler had no idea why Y/N was allowed to be in Hellfire. She just took up all the time he could've been using to talk about, you know, what he wanted to. Maybe she was let in because of Eddie's very obvious soft spot for her? Or maybe it's because the other members genuinely like her? Who knows? But one thing is for sure, her not talking to him, drives Eddie insane.
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Mike wheeler is a little bitch sometimes
Song Recommendation: Let's Hear It For The Boy by Deniece Williams
Thank you @fanikares for the suggestion. :))))
Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mike had heard it before. So many times in fact. Literally so many. Y/N had been yapping away about how excited she was for the next Hellfire session for ages, well, since the last one.
Mike had lost count of how many times he'd had to block her out. It was just over and over again. Word after word. Nothing but endless monologues of how cool she thought the direction Eddie was taking the campaign in was.
Or she'd talk about whatever movie she'd just seen. Or something interesting she'd read in an article. It seemed as if she'd just talk about whatever was on her mind, and if the other person showed enthusiasm or interest, they'd make it a full blown conversation. (You know, how two way interactions tend to go.)
And he had been left wondering why the hell Eddie even bothered to let her into the party. She was insufferable.
Nobody else seemed to mind it. It's just that Mike seemed to be under the impression that Y/N was talking up valuable speaking time. Speaking time that he could've been using to talk about El. Or Will. Or how weird it was that Lucas couldn't hang out after school today because he had basketball practice. Or...you get the gist.
Anyone else could and should be speaking about what he wanted to hear, not whatever fucking dribble Y/N was spouting.
The current 'dribble' was Y/N excitedly gushing to Dustin about the upcoming Billy Joel album that was supposed to come out sometime in July. Mike sat quietly, resting his elbows on the lunch table, flicking between half listening to Y/N and dramatically eye rolling at Gareth, who was paying the younger boy very little attention.
Billy Joel wasn't something that the members of Corroded Coffin were interested in, but Y/N and Dustin liked him so they'd be courteous. Plus, seeing the two geek out about music was nice.
Yet, as most know, Mike isn't overly courteous. For some reason, he felt the need to keep interrupting it. That need only grew with every interruption.
"Jesus, Y/N, do you ever pause for breath?" Mike asked, half laughing and half irritated. "I don't think you've taken a break in the past twenty minutes."
Y/N let out a nervous laugh and immediately apologised in a quiet voice, "Sorry, guys. How was your weekends?" as she deflected the conversation onto them now and swallowed the new sense of shame that Mike had stirred up.
Immediately, Mike jumped at the chance to talk about what El had told him in one of her letters. Now this was a topic he liked. This was a worthwhile topic.
That little snide comment never would've made it out of Wheeler's mouth if Eddie had been there. He was currently preoccupied with a drug deal so anything was free game. Munson had a tendency to let Y/N drone on and on because of that tiny (actually huge and obvious) crush he had on her.
All members of Hellfire knew of their leader's infatuation with little miss chatterbox, well, except Y/N. It was so plain for everyone else to see. He'd listen so intently, always resting his head on his hand as he gazed at her with longing. He'd ask her endless questions about whatever, even if he had no idea what she was on about.
Any chance to get her to speak more, he took.
So when he arrived mid-way through lunch and greeted, "Hey, Lady Folksworth," and she didn't immediately respond with 'Just Alais is fine,' he knew something was up.
It was something she always said. In and out of game. Lady Folksworth, her highborn ranger, hated being called Lady Folksworth.
Y/N just gave him a small wave and continued with her food, listening and encouragingly nodding every now and again, but not another sound from her was heard.
Weird.
That was weird.
From that moment on, Eddie noticed how little Y/N had said for the rest of the day. Maybe she was on an off day. Tomorrow would be fine. She'd be back to normal tomorrow.
Tomorrow was a smidge louder. Y/N seemed to engage in the conversation at lunch. Then Mike rolled his eyes at something she said.
Apologetically, she asked, "Sorry, did I speak over you, Wheeler?"
"Not the first time. Don't worry, Y/N. We're used to it."
Somehow he managed to play it off as if it was a friendly jab, but they both knew he meant it. Y/N laughed it off originally. She soon decided to shut up once more.
Mike managed to do that every day that week. He'd make some offhanded comment about how talkative she was, essentially shaming her into silence and switching so he could be the one who was talking. And she let him.
Why not? He was just a kid. A kid who clearly needs attention. Just give it to him, and he'll start being nice to her. Right?
Wrong.
The next session was when Y/N gave up trying to reel back her natural mouthy-ness by becoming a borderline mute at lunch.
Eddie had let the party into the Hellfire room early so they could come up with a battle strategy. Y/N had been a little late and heard from the other side of the door as Mike exclaimed to the other members, "...and honestly, sometimes I wish I could cast an eternal silence on Y/N so she'd just let someone else get a word in for once and..."
She stood in the doorway, just listening in for a moment. It was technically eavesdropping, but still, she was supposed to already be in the room and she wasn't. If anything it was Mike's fault for talking about someone he knew was going to arrive soon.
From the little window, she saw as the other boys unpacked their bags and sat down, mostly paying Mike's little ramble no attention, which was comforting.
Yet, he continued, "She's probably talking the ears off some unlucky guy that has to hear her drone on and on about... about whatever it is she talks about. I don't even listen anymore. Cause, it's like, is it interesting? No. Do we care? No. Not at all. Would this party be better without her?" He paused. "Who's to say?"
Better off without her? The boys wanted the session to just be that, the boys. That's fine. She'd let them do that. It's not as if Hellfire was the best part of her week or anything.
Unsurprisingly, Y/N turned and walked away, making a beeline towards the car park. She didn't want to listen to any more, which also meant that she didn't hear as the other boys disagreed with what Mike said.
Dustin actually smacked Mike around the back of his head and reminded his buddy, "You're doing the exact same thing with Y/N as you did to Max. Just because El isn't here, doesn't mean another girl can't be cool and interesting."
"Yeah, Y/N's cool. She bought my lunch today since Daniel Oliver stole my money," Gareth admitted, giving Mike a disapproving look.
"Oh, she did that for me last week," Jeff added. "Then she almost got her ass kicked when she tried to steal it back off Danny-boy."
Since her feet were carrying her faster than her brain could comprehend, Y/N managed to bump into someone as she hurried to her car.
"Hellfire is the other way, Lady Folksworth."
Eddie held his arms out to steady her, but she was in no mood to be soothed. She huffed out, "I know where Hellfire is, thank you very much. I'll-"
"Hey, hey, what's up?" She didn't want to talk. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be quiet, so she didn't answer him for a moment. The silence was broken as she heard him say, "Y/N, what's wrong?" with genuine concern laced in his voice.
"My grandpa just died," she blurted out, not even knowing why she said it. The words were simply leaving her mouth as she felt her lie fall flat.
He knew her better than that. "Which one? The one that's already dead or the other one that's already dead?" He countered, crossing his arms, not believing her lie in the slightest.
Shit. He'd caught her. There were two options in her mind. Go further or change course.
"Well, he was like an old guy who was a family friend... you know, he was a non-grandpa," she furthered, walking away from him towards her car. "And I have a headache."
"I'm pretty sure I have an aspirin. Not my usual supply, but I'm bound to have one."
"No...no. I'm fine. Not fine enough to stay. Not that fine, but... I should go."
But there was no way in hell that was going to happen: she wasn't going to get away with these awful fibs. Without having to try too hard, he took a few long strides, making it in front of her in no time and placing his hands on her shoulders to gently push her in the opposite direction.
"Y/N."
"Eddie?"
"Tell me the truth."
Okay. It was time to change course. She used an ancient female tactic that has a tendency to get you out of doing things. Gym. Sex. Chores. All types of shit.
"I'm on my period."
It wasn't exactly a lie either. Maybe that's why Mike's words got to her so much this week? Huh, crazy.
"Ohh," he replied sympathetically, "The offer of painkillers still stands," and just like that, he was being so nice about it. "Name anything and I'll get it for you. I'll go to the store down the street and be back in no time."
Her heart fluttered. It wasn't every day a boy was so understanding. He didn't even act grossed out by it like they usually did. He actually didn't make a big deal out of it. So, she couldn't help herself, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to give him the biggest, warmest hug she could manage. He hugged her back, closing his eyes to savour the moment.
"You're a good egg," she whispered, squeezing him a smidge. His face was bright red, but that's fine. She wouldn't be able to see it if he buried his face in her hair. "Ed, you can let go now if you want to."
"I don't want to," he chuckled, pulling her tighter to him and refusing to budge. He even started to shift his weight from left to right so they'd begin swaying slowly side to side, making her giggle, which entirely was his intention.
There was something about her giggle that just filled him with an immense sense of joy. It always turned his day around: he felt lighter, happier, more energetic. It didn't even matter what he was doing. He couldn't understand it. One moment he was feeling listless and miserable. The next, she would start laughing, then he'd be good and giddy. It was like magic.
Unknowingly, she had been playing with the strand of hair at the nape of his neck and the moment she realised, she stopped and reminded him, "Hellfire is waiting for their handsome and charismatic Dungeon Master to arrive."
Oh shit. He'd forgotten about that. He'd been so focused on her, he'd forgotten to do his job. It was a serious breach of protocol. But, in this moment, he didn't care. Leaning back so he could see in her face if she lied, he shyly inquired, "You think I'm handsome?"
"Yeah, Ed, I do," she answered seriously, without even the smallest hint of a smirk. It was like she really meant it and, boy, was he relieved. She really did think he was handsome.
Well shit, his fucking face was heating up again. How the hell did she have this kind of effect on him? And, he'd never have guessed that it would've got worse as he complimented her back, "Oh, cool. Yeah, that's nice. You're, uh, you're handsome too - I mean pretty. Girls are pretty. I know you're not supposed to call a girl handsome. You're really pretty, Y/N."
Really. Not only was she both handsome and pretty, but she was also 'really pretty'. That last part made him wince a little as he admitted it, but it was worth it for the look on her face. It was the happiest he'd seen her in a while, which made his own face even brighter. It almost made her forget about what Mike had said.
Almost.
She looked away, her lips upturned in a coy grin, but didn't internalise what he'd said. That could wait till later. That could wait until she was in the privacy of her car so she could let out a really unflattering squeal. The urge to do so was increasing every second that she was still in his grasp, so she slowly backed up, innocently letting her hands trail down his shoulders and chest as she moved away.
Bashfully, she tucked some hair behind her ear as she let out, "You can call me handsome if you want to. I don't mind it. Honestly, I was going to say that your hair looked pretty when I saw you this morning but I didn't want to, I don't know, freak you out or anything."
"You were worried about freaking out the freak?"
"Something like that." She looked down at her shoes for a moment. "Anyway, I better go. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, uh... yeah, see you, Y/N."
He watched as she started to walk away, only to turn around and hurry back, claiming, "Oh, I forgot to do this," and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for being so sweet."
Blushing, he nervously beamed, "Yeah, oh, yeah, you're welcome. Totally welcome," and couldn't help but distracted himself from the fact that his cheek felt like it was burning and his head was spinning over the mere contact of her lips on his skin by focusing on her figure as she made it out of his field of vision and towards the parking lot.
Okay. Okay, he needed to calm down before he arrived in Hellfire. The boys would surely tease him if he turned up looking like a freshly picked tomato. It's always a good idea to make an entrance and that definitely would throw them off long enough that he could return his focus to his second true love, D&D.
Opening the door wide and announcing, "My dear boys, we may be one maiden down, and while Alais's absence will render the dynamic a little askew, she will be sorely missed until the next session, but we must press on. So, boys, it's time," Eddie immediately sauntered to his chair and waited for his disciples to ready themselves. He always tried to make his entrances as elaborate as possible. The more attention to where he wanted it to be directed, the better.
Dustin piped up to ask, "Wait, Y/N's not here? I swear she said she was coming earlier."
"She felt ill."
Maybe it was just his imagination, but Eddie swore he heard Mike whisper to himself, "Thank God."
"Anyway, we must press on, gentlemen, without interruption," Eddie said, putting a finger to his lips to still Mike's rising protests.
Despite being one member down, the boys got on with it. Although, they could all tell that the party was a little disjointed without their beloved Lady Folksworth. It wasn't that she was the most experienced member, though she might have been the most enthusiastic, but she was the one who kept them on their toes. It wasn't everyday that the Archduke Zariel of Avernus visited the mortal realm. There wasn't a whole lot to prepare for, but somehow, when Y/N was around, it felt like there were a million things to do.
Ultimately, it was a difficult battle (that may have been a slight bit easier if had seven pc's like Eddie had planned), but the boys (Dustin) managed to come up with an ingenious plan to kill the fallen angel and prevent her from returning for now.
The next day, when Gareth and Jeff had walked up to Eddie while he was at his locker, the older boy remarked, "Hellfire last night was quieter, don't you think? It wasn't as high energy as usual."
"That's because Alais was missing," Gareth pointed out, knowing full well that Eddie had been missing Y/N's presence. Even in the session, he seemed a bit preoccupied, a bit concerned if she was okay.
He'd even planned to buy a bunch of stuff he knew she liked and show up unannounced at her house to be like, "Hey! I know I'm a gross, stinky boy and I don't get this period thing, but I hope this helps," but what if her dad were there and just assumed Eddie was making moves on his daughter. Which wouldn't have been completely incorrect. Yet, this was a move out of worry, not lust.
Plus, as soon as the other boys heard, he'd never get away from the teasing. Showing up to Y/N's house with a period care package? That would prove he was totally whipped. Totally. They weren't even dating and he was completely and utterly wrapped around her finger.
Jeff decided to tease, "I'm sure Eddie was fully aware that Y/N wasn't there to play footsie under the table with him."
"I don't know what you're implying, Jeffrey," Eddie responded dryly. He one hundred percent knew what was being implied. That girl was his favourite thing in the world, and he would have done anything to be with her.
"Well, I'm sure we won't catch you gazing so lovingly at her at lunch again," Gareth said, resting his head on his fist and staring wistfully into the distance as he did his best impression of Eddie.
"Why, fair Y/N, why won't you accept my love? Is it the hair? Should I change it?" Jeff said in an exaggerated disappointed voice.
Eddie was used to this at this point. He just usually just went along with it, but today he had an update. "I highly doubt it's the hair: she told me she thinks it looks pretty."
"Oooh, did you hear that, Jeff? She said his hair looks pretty."
"I wonder how long we'll be hearing about that one for."
"Remember when she said she liked the shirt he was wearing and he didn't take it off for almost a week."
Gareth and Jeff burst out laughing. Eddie shrugged it off and turned the conversation back onto Hellfire. What he didn't realise was that Y/N was just about to walk up to him as he declared, "Even though she has a charisma mod of minus two, Alais is a complete chatterbox. That's probably why we could hear ourselves think last night," but she walked away, not wanting to hear if he pulled a Mike.
Mike getting annoyed at her voice was fine. It hurt a little, but she'd get over it. Eddie, on the other hand, that stung. He usually was nice and kind and pretty and sweet and chivalrous and totally cool and out of her league and was great at guitar and had the cutest eyes she'd ever seen, so the thought that she could be annoying him caused her to double down on the quietness thing.
Frankly, if Eddie had said anything actually mean, she would probably start crying and never stop. He was the sweetest guy she knew, and sometimes she felt that there was something going on between them when he would look at her for a second too long, or the amount of times he would force her into hugging him and they would stay like that for what felt like an eternity, just as he'd done the night before.
Or, if she'd ask for advantage when they were playing, she'd say "Eddie, if you wanted to be a good, no, a great Dungeon Master, you'd give me advantage right now," in the softest voice she could and he'd give her that look of 'you know this isn't one of your characters abilities' but would say yes anyway.
As a result, Y/N kept mostly to herself that day. In any of the classes she had with her friends, she said hello then made it seem like she was intensely interested in whatever the teacher was saying, which wasn't true. Eddie couldn't help but notice how she didn't even say anything other than "Hey" to him the entire day.
Tomorrow came and it was the same. And the day after that. And after that. And then the whole week. He had no idea how long periods lasted, but this was hell. Two weeks went by and she barely said a word to him.
Actually, he was kind of offended.
It's not like he was planning on asking her to the movies, which they'd done so many times before but he was going to make it obvious that there was going to be nothing platonic about this invitation. Well, that's what he thought last time they went, yet didn't manage to follow through.
The moment they had before Hellfire had given him enough of an idea that she could like him. It was a possibility. She'd fucking kissed him, after all. Although it was on the cheek and she could've just been overly friendly and emotional because of, you know, the monthly blood monster. But, maybe she liked him? That was a definite possibility.
Yet, now she was ignoring him. You don't ignore somebody you're into. Or do you? Was she playing the hard to get move? No. Y/N wouldn't pull that. Would she?
Maybe she knew he liked her and didn't want to upset him when he found out she was going after someone else. That was his exact thought when he 'bumped' into her on the weekend at Family Video and saw her joyfully talking to Steve like she used to with him. She'd looked so happy then, so carefree as she gestured wildly as she spoke about the movie Clue.
Apparently, Harrington hadn't seen it so Y/N was giving him a run down about the Tim Curry flick, telling him all about how Eddie had taken her to go and see it in the cinema the year before. Her laugh was music to his ears, even if it wasn't caused by him.
Very animatedly, she waved the VHS around as she explained, "Yeah, we went back three times because they're was different endings depending on what screening you went to. It was really cool. Each ending had a different killer or killers, I guess because there tended to be multiple, which is kind of genius." Then she put the video down as she almost threw it, which would've been funny but she'd have to pay for it if it broke.
"Wait, so it's based on the board game?" Steve inquired, resting his hand under his chin as he gazed up at her. "The whole Miss Scarlet in the dining room with the rusty spoon or whatever game?"
Rusty spoon. That definitely should be one of the weapons.
Y/N guffawed, confirming, "Yeah, that's the one. In the movie, Miss Scarlet is, well, she's basically a pimp."
"Now I have to see this movie." He leant forward and tried to flirt, "Do you want to -"
No way. Was Harrington flirting with Y/N? That was not happening. Not on Eddie's watch. Sliding in next to her, Eddie wrapped his arm around Y/N's shoulders and squeezed lightly, cheerfully interrupting Steve and greeting, "Funny seeing you here, Lady Folksworth."
Steve immediately stood up straighter, thinking he'd accidentally tried it on with a 'taken' girl. That wasn't his intention. Still....?
"Munson, how are you? How's high school treating you still?"
"It's going swell, Harrington," Eddie retorted, biting back the tone that he wanted to use.
"Think you're going to graduate this year?"
"They do say the third time's a charm."
Staring between the two, Y/N didn't really know what to do or say. She was lost, unsure of how to react to this situation. It was so awkward. She waited for a break in their exchange before lying, "My dad is probably waiting for me in the car. I'll see you two later," and unhooking herself from Eddie's arm. As soon as she was free, she gave them both a wave and began to leave.
Eddie called after her, "You forgot something."
Oh. Was he referring to what she'd forgotten before? He must've, so she made her way back to him and kissed his cheek, expecting that that was the thing he was talking about. Nope. In his hand was the VHS of Clue that she'd left on the counter. He handed it to her with a smug grin.
"Hey, do I get one of those?" Steve joked, earning a swift punch in the arm from Eddie.
"Bye, Steve. Bye, Eddie."
And she was off.
"Why did you get a kiss and I didn't?"
"Why did she say goodbye to you first?"
Actually, what the fuck had he done? He could've sworn he saw her car and not her dad's in the parking lot as he entered. Then again, he hadn't looked hard enough to be sure. Eddie was pretty sure he hadn't done anything to upset her.
What if he had? Oh shit, that would suck. That would actually be the worst.
The worst would be if he'd actually upset her and she didn't want to talk to him anymore. If that happened, he would be so royally screwed. But, no. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them. If anything they'd got closer. Yet, Steve still asked, "Have you guys fallen out?"
"Me and Y/N? No. I don't think so."
"Are you sure? She left in a hurry as soon as you showed up."
Oh, he thought that too. Fuck, Eddie wished that Steve hadn't pointed it out because now it was out in the open. The words had been said out loud. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Steve raised his eyebrows, "Are you two... together?"
They weren't but, "Why do you want to know that?" It was obvious why Steve wanted to know. Eddie's reaction made it clear enough what his true feelings were since he stared at Steve blankly for a few moments before awkwardly shrugging and nervously scratching the back of his neck. The moment he put it together, he whined, "Dude, no."
"What? I haven't even done anything."
"Yet. You haven't done anything yet. Literally any other girl, ask any other girl. Please. I'm begging you. Don't."
God, he felt like such a fucking pussy. He was literally begging Steve Harrington to not ask out the girl he likes. That was how low he was willing to stoop for Y/N.
"But..."
"Just don't."
Harrington hesitated and then, "Fine." After a moment of silence passed between them, Steve asked, "What are you doing here anyway?"
Robin butted in with "Y/N always comes in at lunch time on a Saturday and he knows that," and bumped Steve out of the way so she could serve a customer that had been waiting, having been completely ignored by the two boys. "Harrington, are you even going to attempt to do some work?"
With that, Eddie tapped the counter in thought for a moment, his mind swimming with all the possibilities of why Y/N was acting in such a way. She'd claimed it was because of period pain, and not that he knew much about that, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it was something else. She'd been almost mute for two weeks now. Did periods last that long?
Then he said something that he'd never ever expected to come out of his mouth.
"Right. I'm off to the library." That wasn't it. He went to the library often because books are fucking expensive. The surprise came when he followed that up with "I've got some biology homework to do."
So that's what he did. He went past the fantasy section, his heart panging as he did so, and straight to the non-fiction area, finding one that was named 'The Female Species' in no time. When he opened it, his eyes immediately went to the illustrations.
Yep. That was a pussy.
Fucking hell, the things he'd do for Y/N. She better appreciate his research.
At the end of their shift, Eddie re-entered Family Video and went straight up to Robin. "I read in a book that periods usually last five days, is it normal for the girl to be really reserved at that time? The book was very factual about organs and tubes and shit, but didn't have anything about behaviour."
Robin blinked at him, her eyes wide. Steve heard and beelined for the back office.
Obviously, she was just confused why she was being bombarded with girl talk, so Eddie continued, "Y/N hasn't been herself lately, you know. I think something's up."
"Just ask her."
"She's avoiding me like that time that I didn't shower for a week and she didn't want to be rude." Robin looked absolutely disgusted, as she should. "Don't look at me like that. Our plumbing broke."
"Alright, alright." She placed all of the cashing up shit down and called for Steve to do it. He wasn't as quick as her (she's got some mad quick addition skills, I know it), but it would have to do for today. "I will ask on Monday."
"What about tomorrow?"
Standing her ground, Robin repeated, "No. I will ask on Monday."
Eddie continued to whine for five minutes straight, hoping that if he threw a tantrum Robin would give in and, maybe, even immediately go to Y/N's house and find out as soon as she possibly could. But no, Robin was tired and had barely sat down her entire shift. Plus, she had to work tomorrow too, so Monday was the best and only option that she was willing to do.
Monday couldn't come soon enough.
At lunch that day, Robin decided to ask Y/N to sit with her instead of with the Hellfire lot, which was a little weird at first, but she quickly grew comfortable with it. Y/N seemed as talkative as ever as she interacted with Robin and the other members of the marching band. What the hell was Eddie talking about?
From his position at his lunch table, Eddie watched with eagle eyes at the band table to see if there was any possibility of Y/N changing her mind and going back to the Hellfire camp. He caught Robin's gaze and she just shrugged as if to say 'you're over-reacting'. Was he? Was he just reading into it too deeply?
Nope. No way. He knew her better than that. He knew her better than Robin did. He was sure of it.
They shared the same fifth period lesson and the moment she went to hurry to the next class, he easily lifted her off the ground and made his way to the janitor's closet with her squirming in his arms. They got a few weird looks from the other students but mostly they were too busy with their own schedules to give too much of a shit.
"Put me down! Edward Anthony Munson, fucking put me down!" She exclaimed, slapping his arm in the hopes he'd stop manhandling her. He did once they were inside. He also made sure that he stood directly in front of the door so she wouldn't be able to leave.
Well, he intended to stay posted up by the door like a German Shepherd but he quickly noticed that the janitor had a Santana poster and moved to take a closer look with a "Sick. He's got a Shango album poster. You know, it's not my usual type of music but my uncle loves it," so she took the opportunity to try to weave past him.
Still, she had no chance. He quickly whipped his arm out and managed to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her up against him.
"Hey!" She protested. Looking up at him, her anger faded as she saw his face, but she still tried to be stern as she asked, "What are you doing?"
It was moments like this that Y/N became fully aware of how much taller than her he was. She was used to it, but it still kind of threw her. If he'd been any other man, she would've been intimidated, but with him she just found herself drawn to his beauty.
"Eddie, what the hell?" she asked, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. Damn, he loved the way she looked when she was blushing. It made her eyes go all soft and dreamy. He didn't answer. He just looked at her beautiful face, and his heart melted into a puddle of mush behind his sternum. He was staring at her lips so hard that he was barely able to muster up a response.
But he did. Eventually. Eventually, he blurted out, "Do you not like hanging out with me anymore?" His voice came out quiet and unsure, almost as if it took all of his courage to get the words out - that's because it had. It somehow got even quieter as he said, "Do you not like me anymore, Y/N?"
The soft, pretty pink on her cheeks deepened and her eyes shone like diamonds. All traces of uncertainty were gone, and in its place was shock. She studied his face for a moment, looking for any kind of signs of joking or teasing in his eyes. When she couldn't find anything, she sighed and said, "Of course I like you. What made you think that...that I didn't?"
"Wha- what? Uh, the fact that you haven't said more than two sentences to me all week." He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He didn't know what had come over him. One minute he was fine, and then the next - boom! Out came the sass. He'd never been good at holding in his feelings, especially when he was really into someone.
Not even giving her time to explain, he proclaimed, "And don't give me that crap about being on your period because I read up about that shit and it sounds fucking awful, I will admit, but it doesn't last two fucking weeks, Y/N. You're killing me here, sweetheart."
She couldn't help it. At his words, she let out a boisterous laugh that made his heart skip a beat. He hadn't heard her laugh like that in forever and it just felt so goddamn good. Cackling, she said, "You read up on periods?"
"I was worried about you and I don't exactly have a mother to ask about it. Uncle Wayne would've never let me live it down if I asked him."
Lightly, she dropped her forehead to rest on his chest as she tittered. His heart was about to burst out of his chest and into the open air. She lifted her head up off of his chest and looked him dead in the eyes, smiling as she claimed, "You're very sweet, Eds."
Sweet? She called him sweet? Everything in his body felt like it had turned to jelly. It took all of his willpower to keep himself from kissing the hell out of her. She still hadn't told him the actual reason, so he continued on his path of questioning. Putting on his best 'I'm a tough negotiator' face, he declared, "I'm serious, though. What the fuck is going on with you?"
"Is that face supposed to intimidate me into telling you what's wrong?"
Whoops. She gave it away.
"So there is something wrong!" He dramatically took his hands off her and flailed them in the air. "I knew it! I fucking knew it! Robin can fucking suck it."
Like usual, she found his little tantrums humorous and she just gazed at him with a grin on her face as he continued to wave his arms in the air, swearing his fuzzy head off. It was like he was an overgrown toddler, trying his best to get a reaction out of her, and his efforts were successful as she laughed at him. How are you supposed to not laugh at a fully grown man hysterically jumping around in a confined space, accidently knocking over a mop on his war path? He stopped for a moment, put it back in its place then started whining again.
"Why won't you talk to me? This is bullshit. I've only had Dustin to annoy this entire week, which is fun, but I'd prefer to annoy you. I even stooped low enough to try and fuck with Wheeler."
"No, not Mike. How did you survive?"
Slowly, he got closer to her with a smug smile on his face, his eyes narrowing as he raised his hand to accusingly point at her as he began to facetiously complain, "You're laughing at my concern! Honestly, Y/N, I don't know why I do it. I had to look the librarian in the eyes and say, 'hi, where's the section about pussies? Yeah, my friend has one and I want to know why its making her act all stupid and shit. Oh, and where's the erotica while we're at it. Might as well add that to my collection too. That will give me something to do while I wait for her to even breathe in my direction!' Well, actually, no I didn't say that, but I could've. I could've done that. I would've done that."
Swallowing down all her anticipation and nerves, she teased, "Aw, you would've checked out erotica for me?"
"Shut up," he joked, then immediately backtracked, "No, don't shut up. That's the whole thing. Don't shut - you know what? Fuck it, I'm just going to -"
Instead of continuing to ramble, he didn't know what came over him, but he knew it wasn't rational. Maybe it had something to do with the way her lips looked so full and soft. His hand grabbed her by the waist and yanked her forwards, pressing their lips together with a hunger he couldn't explain. He didn't remember moving, or if he had, he forgot. One moment he was speaking and the next, well, the next all of his senses were focused on her.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, which caused him to smile against her mouth. He couldn't help himself; he couldn't stop smiling at the perfection of it all. Her body was pressed up against his; she was pressed into his chest. All he wanted to do was kiss her for hours. Her lips felt so soft, so sweet, and he couldn't stop touching them, tasting them. Every single part of his body was in tune with hers, and it was an amazing feeling.
There was a break in the kiss as he pulled back slightly to look at her, his hands resting on her hips as he tried to apologise, "Tell me whatever I did wrong and I'll make it up to you. I'll do what-"
"I'm not paid enough to care about this shit."
The pair broke apart, and their heads whipped to look at the newcomer. It was silent for a while as they just stared at the janitor in the hopes that he might magically vanish. "Get out," the janitor said. "Get out before I make sure you two end up in detention."
Detention was not on the cards as Y/N grabbed Eddie's hand and dragged him into the corridor as he still seemed a little dazed. Addressing the janitor, he complimented, "Cool Carlos Santana poster by the way. That's actually what we went in there to see. Crazy. We heard about it through the grapevine, you know," so she pulled him away before he could say anything else.
"I swear to God, that was so fucking awkward," Y/N laughed, trying to suppress her giggles.
The moment they made it around the first corner they saw, he scanned if any teachers were around and then began to kiss her cheek, gradually making his way down from her cheekbone to her neck, manoeuvring her so her back was against the cold wall and his front was against hers. He nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her scent, absorbing it through his skin. Teasingly, he reared back and came to a compromise, "If you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours, I won't leave the biggest hickey I possibly can on your neck. Just imagine how long you'll be grounded for when your parents see that."
"You're not serious."
"Watch me." He lowered his head once again, his lips finding her skin just above her collarbone before she tugged on his hair to pull him back up. "Start talking."
Taking a breath, she finally explained, "So, I'm trying this thing where I let other people get a word in. We all know that I have a habit of talking a bit too much, and you're probably sick of my voice at thi-"
"What the fuck are you on about?"
His blunt statement made her jump.
She was just about to speak again when a junior, who obviously had a hall pass to use the bathroom, gave them a funny look and walked by without saying a word. Jokingly, she pointed out, "Why did we choose to do this in a public corridor?"
"And she begins avoiding my question once again," he taunted, moving his mouth under her jaw to plant a kiss there. He grinned, smug and self-assured, and Y/N felt a swell of pride at his confidence. She considered her answer for a few moments, and in that time, his hand slipped from her hip to her lower back, sliding beneath her t-shirt to graze over her bare skin. She loved the way he was so comfortable in their little game.
"Stop," she laughed, but he kept his lips there, pressing against her neck and making her shiver. "Somebody mentioned that I'm a bit of a motor mouth so I decided to reel it back, okay?"
He craned his head back in surprise. "Who?"
"I'm no snitch, Munson."
"Uh, I'd like to know who fucked with my girl. I'm planning on kicking their ass."
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she coquetted, "Your girl? Is that what I am now?" and to be super effective, she softly brushed some of his hair behind his ear.
There was no mistaking the pleased grin that curved his lips. He gave her the goofiest, most lovestruck grin possible, declaring that, "Oh yeah, didn't you hear? You have been for a while. Did I forget to mention it?"
"You may have forgotten, yeah. Maybe you did and I was too busy chatting to notice," she joked, and he chuckled. Her hand moved to his chest, and she felt his heart pound against her palm, his breath quicken, and his body tense. Her smile faltered for a moment as she apologised, "I'm sorry for practically ignoring you for a while."
At her words, his answer was low and sincere, "Yeah, it sucked." He tilted her chin up as she'd moved her focus away from his face, suggesting, "You could always make it up to me by hanging out with me after school and rambling to me about every single thought that pops into your head."
"Eddie, I'm sure you don't really want -"
"You don't get to tell me what I want," he said, and the serious expression returned to his face. He shook his head and kissed her again, this time briefly but with a lot of affection. It was an answer in itself. Against her lips, he mumbled, "Your voice is my favourite sound in the world, don't deprive me of it again or I'll probably go insane."
That made her laugh. When they finally broke apart, Y/N was left breathless.
"Just so you know," he said, "You could read anything to me and I'd be enthralled. You could read the fucking Bible to me and I'd convert in no time."
Despite the casualness of his statement, it made her realise how truly into her he was; how much he thought she was worth listening to. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the only girl in the world, the way he thought she was so special. He didn't see her as just another member of Hellfire; he saw her as his girl.
Putting his favourite things together, she offered, "Why don't you come over, we'll smoke and I'll read The Hobbit to you? My parents are out, so it's up to you."
Fuck. He'd never heard something so perfect for him in his life. The smile that stretched across his face was absolutely, unarguably perfect. She waited until he'd composed himself before she copied his actions from before and kissed from his cheekbone down, which caused him to shiver slightly and unconsciously put his hand on the back of her head. Trying to play it cool despite how his body was reacting, he retorted, "What about your cat? Is she in?"
"You'll have to come over to find out."
So he did. He was practically vibrating with anticipation as he pulled his van onto her drive. He didn't even wait for her to get her keys in the front door before he hurried up behind her and grabbed onto her waist, tugging her against him so he could kiss the back of her neck. "Couldn't wait until we got inside, huh?" she murmured.
"I've waited long enough. You're going to have to get used to my affection," he said reverently, pressing his lips just below her ear, his stubble tickling her sensitive skin.
She shivered as a million tingles spread over her body. "I can get used to that," she said, smiling.
The moment she opened the door and pulled him inside, he noticed her cat and beelined towards her. "Hey, stinky," he said, holding the cat in his hands. He looked at Y/N, and back to the cat. The theory that all pets look like their owners seemed to be correct as Y/N's kitten was as cute as she was.
"Don't call my baby stinky," Y/N playfully warned, stroking the cat and leaning down to bump their noses together, causing the cat to lovingly nip at the tip of her nose.
"I can't help it," Eddie replied, holding the cat by the armpits and holding her above his head, wiggling her from side to side, falsely insulting, "Licorice is just such a gross, ugly cat."
Faking offence, Y/N grabbed the kitten from his hands and cradled it as she began walking to her bedroom, cooing, "Don't listen to the rip-off Van Halen looking boy, baby. He failed ninth grade English too many times for his opinion to be valid."
Eddie, of course, was hot on her heels as he followed her. "I'm not a boy, I'm a man."
"Whatever you say."
When they made it up to her room, Eddie immediately made himself at home, kicking his shoes off and jumping face first onto her bed. Y/N rolled her eyes and dropped the cat onto her pillow before sitting on the bed to beam as Eddie turned on to his side and pouted, urging her to "Kiss me?"
How could she not? She obliged, leaning in and pressing her lips to his. His reaction was immediate. He eagerly responded to her kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, tongue eagerly exploring hers. Y/N was the first to pull back as she felt Licorice pawing at her arm. "Oh sorry, you jealous thing," she joked, giving the cat an equal amount of attention by scratching her belly. She instructed Eddie, "Take over while I find the book."
Licorice had always liked Eddie, which was weird as she rarely liked anyone. Especially men. But it was as if she saw how kind he was and just went with it when he started to gently run his hands through her fur, purring as he did so.
Reading aloud, "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat..." Y/N had found the book and made her way back to her bed, leaning against the headboard as Eddie manoeuvred to sit between her legs, bringing Licorice to sit in his lap.
Together they both said, "It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort." Of course he knew that bit off by heart.
Slithering her arms around him, she placed her chin on his shoulder, occasionally giving him a peck on the cheek between paragraphs as she continued reading. He leant back, listening intently as he lit his spliff, taking a few drags before placing it between her lips and dreamily gazing at her as she let the smoke out of her nose like a sexy dragon. A sexy Smaug.
Never had he felt so comfortable. In a relationship or just in general. No matter how many people he'd been with before, there'd never been a moment when he'd ever truly felt like this.
Almost the second before she finished the final paragraph of the first chapter, Licorice was spooked by a sound from outside and decided that she didn't want any more attention. Y/N called after her, "Do not start a fight with the dog next door," and all the cat seemed to do was narrow her eyes and saunter out of the room.
Finishing the last bit, Y/N declared, "Bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears, and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams. It was long after the break of day, when he woke up."
Now that he no longer had a cat on his lap to worry about, Eddie took the book from her hands and set it on her bedside table, turning around to face her as he flirted, "Honestly, whoever told you to shut up must not have taste because I've read that so many times and it never sounded that good before."
The compliment was not lost on her as Y/N giggled, "I swore you fell asleep halfway."
"I was resting my eyes." He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, only to pull back, looking into her eyes. "You're seriously not going to tell me who?"
"Nope." Fine. That'll do. He let out a huff but it was quickly forgotten as she placed her hand on the side of his face, gently ghosting her thumb over his skin as she pressed her lips against his. And that's how they spent most of the evening. Just smooching with the occasional playful bout of taunting.
Over time, it wasn't rare for Eddie to spend all of his free time in the warm comfort of Y/N's bedroom. Him laying on his side, leaning over her slightly as she used their intertwined hands to gesture, soaking in all of his focus.
It wasn't long before Eddie pieced together who had made her feel that way. Mike had made some off handed insult about how long she had been talking and Y/N looked at Eddie like 'this fucking guy, amiright?', accidently giving it away. Due to Eddie's words, she no longer let Wheeler's words affect her so much as why would she care that one weird sophomore didn't like her voice when her super hot rocker boyfriend literally begged her to spill her guts to him at every chance they got?
Hellfire came. Mike was very surprised when his PC died only thirty minutes into the session. Strangely, it seemed as if the DM was personally targeting him. Who knows why?
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summary: kakucho is shy around you, and has a very dramatic inner monologue. ft. izana, ran, rindou, and shion.
word count: 1.8k
genre: fluff. crack/comedy?
warnings: f! reader, kaku is very nervous, he refers to his scar, but it isn’t really talked about, this is really my first fic ever so let me know if i missed anything!
“everybody shut up.” izana stares intensely into the corner of the banquet hall with a hand held out to silence ran, rindou, and shion. the trio pause mid conversation to follow their leader’s gaze.
“oh! they put out more punch. ima go get—”
izana swings an arm across shion’s chest, catapulting the blond back to where he was standing before, alongside rindou. “if you ruin this, i’ll put rindou in charge of ruining your joints.”
the three of them exchange a confused look, brows furrowed, then turn back to izana curiously.
“ruin what, exactly?” ran questions.
izana snaps his head toward the three of them, “kakucho’s moment. don’t you see who he’s speaking to?”
with the way kakucho is carrying himself right now, if izana hadn’t pointed him out, they never would’ve spotted him. kakucho, usually headstrong and self-assured, standing tall and intimidating on a normal day, is currently fidgeting with his jewelry and looking everywhere except at the girl in front of him. it makes rindou cringe, and ran huffs out a laugh at his brother’s expression.
“and how exactly is this his…moment?”
“he looks like he’d rather be doing anything than talking to that person.”
“seriously. dude looks miserable. what’s his deal?”
izana sighs, exasperated, “can you three shut up? i’m trying to read their lips and i can’t concentrate with your yapping.”
“...doesn’t look like he’s saying much.” rindou notes.
“not with his mouth at least. man is screaming internally, by the looks of him, though.”
kakucho senses eyes on him from afar, and takes that as an opportunity to once again avert his eyes from yours. the sight of izana and the three idiots watching him with amusement is the last thing he needs right now. if he keeps fumbling this hard, he’ll never hear the end of it from them.
“kaku-chan? you good?” your voice snaps him back to reality.
“huh? me? yeah. yeah, i’m…” his eyes flicker back over to where his friends are standing, and shion is giving him an obnoxious double thumbs up as izana slaps both his arms down to his sides. he sighs, and looks back to you, “i’m fine. great, even,” he chuckles nervously and downs his entire cup of punch to alleviate the dryness in his mouth. except, he doesn’t swallow soon enough, and the last bits of punch dribble down his chin onto his dress shirt. you’re blowing it, kakucho, he thinks to himself.
you try to hide a giggle behind your hand, but he clocks it, and wishes he could just crawl into a hole and never emerge again. i guess it’s time to pull a haitani and completely change my hairstyle. i wonder what color would make me unrecognizable. maybe i even go bald. and i also leave japan. and i’ll bulk up so big, i’ll have to buy a whole new wardrobe. yeah, this could work…
his thoughts are interrupted when he feels your hand on his chest, dabbing the liquid away with a napkin. he freezes, and slowly looks down to see your face twisted in concentration, with that small little smile that never really leaves your lips. you’re so pretty up close. he wants to brush away the strands of hair that are sticking to your lipgloss, but he thinks if he moves even an inch, he might wake up in a cold sweat. this is a dream, right? yeah. yeah, must be. that’s why i’m so warm i feel like i could pass out, and that’s why i can’t hear her, even though her lips are moving.
…wait. “huh?”
you giggle again, and repeat louder, “i said, it’s a good thing your shirt is red. the punch is the same exact color,” after careful consideration, you add, “your eye, too.”
“my… my eye?”
“yeah. your shirt and your eye are the same color.” his cheeks are now, too, but you think you might finally be getting some words out of him, so you decide to keep that to yourself. “did you do that on purpose? I didn’t know you were so detail-oriented, kaku-chan.”
he laughs nervously at the nickname you give him. you overheard takemichi calling him that one day, and you haven’t called him anything else since. he makes a mental note to thank takemichi for that next time he sees him.
“uh, yeah! totally.” he’s lying through his teeth. he knows damn well kokonoi helped him put his outfit together, but he’s not giving that asshole any credit right now. he’ll thank him later. this is his moment.
you don’t buy it for a second. he’s a terrible liar, and it’s kind of endearing. you play along anyway. “well, you clean up real nice. it’s nice to see you dressed up for a change. classy. and i’m a fan of the grown out hair.” he really wasn’t expecting you to go from making a simple observation to complimenting his entire appearance, and he feels like he could faint again. play it cool, kakucho.
“oh. i really just grew it out to kinda…,” he motions to his scar, “cover this up a little bit.” he has no idea why he even pointed out the one thing he doesn’t like to bring attention to. in his head, he is chasing around a little kakucho with a mallet, calling him stupid and spouting various threats.
you furrow your brows and tilt your head, and his heart melts a little. “why, though?” you question.
he doesn’t know what you mean, or what kind of answer you’re expecting. but ran told him once that girls don’t like sob stories, and rindou told him once that girls like honest guys.
so he shrugs. “‘cause i know it’s not the easiest on the eyes.”
you frown a bit, and then smile sweetly. “well…i like it on you. it makes you look unique. in a good way.”
he blinks a few times, and his eyes grow ten times in size, seemingly in slow motion.
“i’m sorry, did i upset you?” your eyes flicker between his, unsure if you had crossed a boundary.
“n-no!” he clears his throat, and deepens his voice a bit, “no. i just…i was just shocked, is all.”
“oh. well, don’t be. a handsome guy like you shouldn't be shocked to receive a compliment,” you laugh.
you’re trying to kill him, he thinks. before he can even begin to think of how to respond to that, you’re walking away to the table your friends are at. he sighs. well, consider her fumbled. can’t wait to hear what spectacular advice izana has for me this time. he turns around, prepared for the walk of shame back to his own table, but when he meets their eyes, izana is wearing a knowing smile, the haitanis are mouthing words he can’t recognize from this far and shaking their heads side to side, and shion is peeking his eyes out from between his fingers. kakucho has no idea what to make from those reactions, until he feels a light tap on his shoulder, and he spins around to see you.
“trying to get away from me already?” you raise an eyebrow at him, who’s looking at you like you grew another head.
“wha- no! you– i…uh, i thought–” he cuts himself off when he hears your laugh again, and his body goes tense for the millionth time tonight when you reach up to pat your hand against his chest.
“i’m just messing with you. talk to me more later, yeah?”
“yeah…for sure.” it comes out more breathily than he would’ve liked, but really, he feels lucky to still be standing right now. you take your hand off his chest and start to turn to walk back to your table.
he blurts out your name, with no plan of what he’s going to say next. you look at him expectantly, “yeah?” shit. please, for the love of god, don’t fuck this up right now.
“by the way, you know, uh, for the record…you look pretty tonight…also.” he doesn't dare make eye contact with you until a few seconds after he finishes his sentence. to his relief, the look on your face isn’t one of unease or disgust. in fact, you look…bashful. happy, even.
“thank you, kaku. you’re too sweet.” you flash him another sweet smile before you part ways with him.
he stands there for a few seconds, unmoving, trying to process what just happened. he doesn’t have a lot of time to think about it before he hears his name being called from the opposite direction, and his boys are waving him over with proud smiles on their faces. fuck. he cringes a bit remembering that they were watching the whole ordeal.
on his return to the table, he gets four sturdy slaps on the back and about a million rapid fire questions coming from the haitanis and shion.
“soooo? when’s the wedding? or the restraining order. i couldn’t really tell what was going on.” izana smacks shion on the back of the head. “ow– what the hell was that for?!”
that night, walking back to their respective homes, shion flings an arm around kakucho’s shoulder, much to his dismay. “I’m proud of you, man, i honestly thought you had, like, no rizz, and you kinda looked like a virgin out there–”
ran and rindou speak amongst themselves, “i know madarame is not talking about looking like a rizzless virgin right now.” “dude’s taken one too many hits to the cranium, brother.”
“–eh?? what’s in your pocket?”
kakucho furrows his brow and he digs around in the pocket of his suit jacket, not recalling putting anything in there before he left. suddenly, he remembers the way your hand lingered over his chest, and he pulls out a napkin with a few blotches of red punch on the corner, unfolding it to see your name and number scribbled on it, followed by a messy little heart and a smiley face. a smirk stretches across his lips, and he turns the napkin around to the trio without a word.
“mannnn, wipe that stupid smirk off your face, kakucho. you got no game, you just met a girl who’s charmed by losers.”
izana whips his head around. “shion. what did i tell you earlier? about rindou? hm?”
shion’s arms flail around helplessly. “i’m not ruining shit!”
the haitanis roll their eyes and swat at him. “shut the fuck up shion!” “yeah man, at least he got her number, you’re still bitchless.” madarame mumbles something under his breath with a pout.
kakucho can’t even pretend to care. the bickering goes right over his head as he’s typing your number into his phone with a soft smile, fully ready to redeem himself with the second chance you’ve so graciously given him.
dividers by @bunnysrph <3
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What do you think of Edd's ''innocence'' moments? Just like him repeteadly believing so easily in Eddy's best intentions in ''Here's mud in your Ed'', ''Truth or Ed'', or ''Tinker Ed''? Or him actually believing the kids will thanks him for sending their parents home in ''Stop, Look, Ed''? Or his gullibilty in believing in Eddy's pranks like ''A Case of Ed'', or multiple times on the movie?
I just find very funny (and kind of adorable) how Edd can be so smart and SO gullible at the same time. His innocence and naivety betrays a lot his intellect.
Oh I love this question! Off the top of my head I have three thoughts that relate to this.
1. It’s just funny
You said it yourself! The plots are a lot more interesting when Edd doesn’t stop the action prematurely because he’s smart enough to know something might backfire or go badly. A lot of episodes would have screeched to a very boring halt if that was the case. He does get a little more cantankerous as the show progresses. He’s much more lax in the earlier seasons and way more of a killjoy in later which results in growing tension with Eddy who can’t seem to pull one over on him as easily as he could before. I also think Edd’s gullibility or naivety is a reminder that even though he is smart and relatively more responsible and mature he is still a kid after all. He wants to trust his friends. He wants to be involved. Eddy is his friend after all.
2. Edd is somewhat idealistic
To contrast Eddy’s cynicism (or realism as he’d probably see it), Edd tends to be more idealistic and optimistic. He sees the value and virtues in learning, in moral conduct, in being attuned to the emotional needs of others. And he seeks to ameliorate things that go wrong. He fixes things. Edd is all rules whereas Eddy is anarchy. He’s the “book smarts” to Eddy’s “street smarts”, which I touch on a bit more in my third point. He absolutely seems more innocent than Eddy who is a “man of the world” as much as possible for a 12 year old in a US suburb lol
3. Dude is not the best at reading social cues
@gettingfrilly might have to edit this take haha I’m not qualified at all to make this assessment but I usually headcanon Edd as having autism and OCD. Some folks with ASD describe taking things very literally and can assume more than not they are being told the truth. Jokes might go over their heads or they don’t really understand the humor in pranks. I’ll be candid and say i have no official diagnosis for ASD myself but boy do I RELATE to this aspect of Edd’s character 😂 From my experience and from others with ASD this can lead to over compensation - from learned experience, if you frequently misinterpret cues or sarcasm and jokes, you can sometimes default to a degree of skepticism around what people mean vs what they say (Are they lying? Are they speaking in couched terms? Are they softening what they really mean to say?). IDK this could all just be anxiety too 🤷
Sorry that got a little personal but I felt giving some personal context and bias would help explain how I interpret this character trait. Just to say that also just because he is gullible that doesn’t undercut his intellect!
I’m really curious what others think about this!!
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day twenty - mind control
pairing: max phillips x f!reader
word count: 859
warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n; vampires, dubcon, mind control, degradation & praise, office sex, blowjob/deepthroat
• kinktober 2023 masterlist •
She should have heeded the warnings of her coworkers. Never be alone with Max Phillips and never look him in the eyes for too long.
Something had always been off about him, but she didn’t think that the rumours about him being a vampire were true.
Vampires? No way.
That was some Twilight shit, but not reality.
But now? His smooth voice commanded her down to kneel in front of him, his legs spread wide, hard cock resting against his soft stomach. But she didn’t actually hear him, at least that was what she realized, the voice was in her head, her mind blank except for it.
Down on the floor. Come closer.
She did, guided by an invisible force, shuffling forward, her empty eyes on him.
“Just like that, toots. What a good girl you are.”
There was some form of fear inside of her, but the wetness between her legs betrayed her, hands moving to his thick thighs, head ducking forward.
Like she was a puppet on a string and Max was the puppeteer, the grin on his face wide, sharp teeth showing as her mouth was guided to his cock.
The salty taste spreading on her tongue when her lips wrapped around him, gently sucking.
His laugh rang out above her, dark and oh so smooth, one of his large hands threading into her hair, pushing her further down, his hips canting upwards in time with the movements he controlled.
It was scary, how good it felt. To be controlled like this, her pussy aching to be filled.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it, toots?” Max asked, chipper and sweet as always, mocking. “Looking so damn pretty with some thick cock in your mouth, always knew that yapping mouth was good for more.”
She whined, the sound cut off as she took him all the way, the fat head nudging at the back of her throat and making her gag.
All the way down, just stay there.
Her throat burned, trying to take deep breaths, her own hand suddenly moved in between her thighs, legs spreading wider to allow her to touch herself.
“I know you’re dripping wet under that slutty skirt of yours, toots, don’t be so surprised.”
Max groaned when a moan escaped her, muffled around his cock, her fingers playing with her clit, all guided by him, her head delightfully empty. Rocking back and forth as her head finally moved up again, letting her take big gulps of air, tears in the corners of her eyes.
Fingers still moving as he gave her a pause, Max took in her parted lips and half-lidded eyes, her shallow breaths which hitched as her fingers dipped deeper and plunged into her dripping hole.
“Please, Max, please.”
Was that her own voice? Was he making her say these things? She couldn’t tell, but she wanted to yell out his name, have him fuck her over his office desk.
Desperate for him.
“Don’t worry, sugartits, you’ll have more of me.” He chuckled, his hand moving her down again as the command in her head aided her.
Gagging on him, nose pressed against his abdomen, over and over again as spit dribbled down her chin.
His voice grew darker, into a growl and clearly close. Her fingers moved faster in turn, guided by the invisible strings he held, way beyond how she would usually fuck herself, her sounds louder but muffled around him.
“I should’ve fucked your mouth sooner, toots.” He groaned, head tipped back while her movements sped up, trying to concentrate on the commands he gave her. “Gotta give you a promotion for being such an amazing secretary!”
Down.
She whined loudly, her own fingers pushing her over the edge, and she knew her movements would have faltered if they hadn’t been in his control, quickly turning the pleasure into pain as she struggled to breathe around his thick cock.
Her throat constricted around him, tongue working him to completion when he spilled himself, right down her throat with a growl that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
“That’s it, toots, you’re such a talented slut!”
Finally letting her go, her fingers stopping, her body limper than before as she felt the invisible strings fall away, breathing hard.
She looked up at him with a dazed expression, still not entirely sure what just happened, but knowing that she enjoyed it.
Max looked dishevelled, so unlike she had seen him before, his short hair clinging to his forehead, sweat dripping down his temples and his tie askew.
Still with that wide grin on his face, his fangs peeking out and making her shiver.
What it would be like for him to bite her? Would she become a vampire too? Could he still control her mind if she was like him?
“Someone’s excited, toots.” He laughed, his grin turning cruel. Eyes piercing, leaving her unsure if her thoughts were entirely her own or if he was still controlling her. “You’ll find out soon enough, you pretty, eager thing.”
She swallowed hard, fear and excitement mixing in her stomach.
Oh, how she would love to find out.
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SHIT SORRY... I PROMISE I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE AFTER THIS ASK...
cherry... how do you feel about um... forced intoxication? like... toxic bf vendetta leon who gets you so wasted every time you have sex until you literally can not move bcs he likes you better when you're limp and pliant??? idk he's messed up he likes fucking limp girlies cause it makes him feel like he has control over SOMETHING in his life...
anyways gonna stop yip yapping your poor ear off </3
I LOVEEEEE LOVE LOVE FORCED INTOXICATION. think I talked ab . uncle leon getting you drunk on purpose once like dribbling shots into your mouth like baby bird style bc like yk hes a freak BUT I DIGRESS it’s not ab him
I think he also just likes. sloppy girls bc it makes him feel better ab himself .. acts like you sat there n chose to down every single one of those drinks when it was him coercing you! pokes fun at you when you wake up fucked the next morning. asks why you keep getting fucking hammered if you can’t hold your liquor well! at least he can hold his and he knows his limits, why don’t you know yours? circles it back to you being a stupid little girl like you can’t do anything without him of course he has to go with you to bars can’t let you get that drunk again. n it’s HIM!! making u drunk
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OKAY since requests r open.. i had a thought recently.. just the one. anyways.
eddie x fem!reader (cheerleader????) with the dialogue “you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up” “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid”
DOESNT MATTER WHO SAYS WHAT doesn’t matter what happens afterwards i would prefer some smut but i trust u with my vision <3 sorry it’s so vague lol
i gotchu babe <3 omitting the cheerleader trope just to fit the situation better but!!!!
tags: 18+ graphic smut, blowjob, exes with benefits?? just straight into the filth, mentions of drugs and dealing, aggressive!eddie, angry sexual tension
Eddie isn’t violent. He really isn’t. But you’ve been testing him tonight — you’re somehow bitchier than usual, somehow snarkier and there’s a cold bite in your words whenever you speak to him. You’ve been at each other’s throats the whole evening, working out the kinks between this weird drug deal you’ve fucked yourself over with. He’s helping you, yet you’re acting like some ungrateful snake and he supposes that’s the reason you never worked out in the first place.
Whatever.
He’s got his forearm over your sternum, pressing hard against your chest with a perfect view of your lace-clad tits spilling out of your tight camisole. You’re cornered against the poster-covered wall of his bedroom, tongue poking out from between your teeth as your hand squeezes around Eddie’s throat.
“You’re being extreme right now, you know that?” You breathe out slowly, nostrils flaring as he pushes you up against the surface harder.
You’re smiling, and Eddie hates how he finds himself enjoying this just as much as you are. He can’t lie his way out of this one. Not when he’s almost rock-hard at the image of you panting in front of him, straining against his arm.
“You’re the one coming to me for help, Y/N. I’m doin’ you a favor, smartass.”
“And you’re the one pinning me to a wall. Not very knight-in-shining-armor behavior, is it?” You quirk your brow, challenging him as you run your foot up his calf. “My hero, my savior. Always coming to your ex-girlfriend’s aid whenever she needs you, huh? You wanna fuck me so bad again, it makes you look stupid.”
He hums under his breath, eyes boring holes into the side of your face before he lets go of you with one hard push. “God, this was our fucking problem, Y/N. You yap, and you yap, until you piss me the heck off and — shit, if only you were addicted to shutting the fuck up, I think I’d like you a hundred times more than I do now.”
“So you admit it? You like me?” You grin, pulling on his arm before he’s glaring at you with that fucking look. “Should’ve known when you agreed to helping me with my little problem. Doesn’t even concern you yet you’re all worried about ol’ me.”
A beat. Silence. Tension. Then you’re reaching out to stroke his cheek with a gentle thumb and he thinks that he’s finally had enough of this aimless dancing around.
“Just get on your knees so we can end this night on a good note, sweetheart.”
Eddie doesn’t waste one second as soon as he watches you sink to the carpet, hands flying around his belt-buckle expertly and popping the button of his jeans like clockwork while you blink up at him expectantly.
He likes this version of you. Patient. Quiet.
But he loves your fire more. Your don’t-take-shit-from-nobody personality. Your loud, dirty mouth and those sinful eyes that you’ve managed to mask with feigned innocence as his boxers pool around his ankles and your hands immediately reach out for his cock.
“You better help me fix this, Munson.” You whimper, licking a stripe over the side of his length before you’re popping the swollen tip of him between your lips and sucking gently. “Oh, I’m so helpless without you, and you love it.”
You fucking tease.
“Oh, don’t you worry, baby. I got you, you know I do. Hate you, b-but I care about you. I care about my little slut, don’t I?” He strokes the back of your head, holding your glazed-over expression as spit dribbles from the corners of your mouth. “Atta girl. No one treats me the way you do. Fucking… god, no one can compare. Ever. Take that shit, that’s all yours.”
You pull off of him and replace your throat with your hand, jerking him off against the flat surface of your tongue as he rests his palms on either side of your head. “Such a pretty cock for such a mean, rude boy…”
“Oh, I’ll show y-you mean. Goddamnit, Y/N. You fuckin’ cockslut… Christ, baby…” He glances up at the ceiling, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as you moan excitedly against him. “If I knew this was the only way to get you to shut up… mmm, oh… fucking… fuck… words are… oh, god…”
“Seems like I’ve shut you up too, Eds.”
He scoffs in irritation, taking you by great surprise when he cruelly thrusts himself into your mouth and stuffs you full of his cock.
“You know what? I jus’ can’t wait to fuck you over this bed, p-push your face into the mattress till you can’t breathe… yeah, that’s it. You won’t be talking then… can’t be s-smart with me, hm? Fuckin’ s-slut…”
Yeah.
He knows how to shut a girl up, alright.
#fic requests#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction
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real magic - teaser (explicit)
❆ genre: smut, fluff, bangin’ your boss, m attempts kidfic
❆ pairing: namjoon x reader
❆ summary: the holiday season has never meant anything to you beyond suffering long hours for minimum wage and awaiting the collapse of capitalism— but this year, you’d be willing to add making out with your DILF coffee shop boss to the list.
❆ teaser word count: 1.4k
❆ teaser contains: the good ol' "moving back to your hometown" hallmark trope, the bittersweet nostalgia of the holidays when you're not a kid anymore, moni being a little shit, sweaty namjoon (YES that's a warning 😩), namjoon in a protect trans kids shirt (oop i told you it was coming!!!!), all wrapped up in a nice lil meet-cute bow 🎁
❆ part of a hyung holiday collab - dropping december 2022!
❆ A/N: ahhhhh i am SO EXCITED about this collab y'all 🫠 hope you're ready for some hot dad namjooooooon~ and i'm beyond stoked for the hyung goodness @nabiolive @gimmethatagustd and @haliiimede are gonna bless us with like we're not WORTHY 😭 be sure to go check out their teasers and show them some love!!! 🤍
With several hours to kill before your job interview and a growing desire to avoid the weird nostalgia of your childhood that seems to lurk in every corner of your parents’ house, you decide to take a walk.
The sky is bright blue and cloudless, and though the air is brisk, it isn’t terribly windy. You tuck in your earbuds as you shut the front door behind you and pick a direction, aimless, letting your mind wander to the soundtrack of your “seasonal depression” playlist.
A whole new crop of families must have moved into your parents’ neighborhood in the years since you moved out, because the streets are more alive with kids than you can ever remember them being, even when you were a kid yourself. Bikes and scooters lay abandoned on the sidewalks between homes, and you can hear the repeated echo of a basketball dribbling on a driveway, punctuated by distant, playful screaming.
Even in the daytime, you can tell these families have spared no expense when it comes to Christmas decor: some homes have every eave outlined in string lights, some have candy cane stakes dug into the perimeter of their perfectly manicured lawns, and some have been seemingly invaded by small armies of inflatable reindeer and snowmen. You can’t help but giggle a little at the inflatable decorations that have been set to turn off during the day, the way the airless material lays limp in the grass, giving the impression of a yard strewn with dead bodies.
But you remember what it looked like when you drove in last night, everything lit up and brought to life.
Your parents definitely didn’t have inflatable lawn decorations when you were a kid, but you’d get so excited every year when your dad would drag the ladder out and spend the day stringing up the simple rainbow lights you did have. You still remember the little spark of joy you’d feel in your chest when the colors would click on after dark, the way you would run outside every night just to see them twinkle, your breath puffing steam clouds in the air, your bare feet freezing on the ice-cold driveway.
It felt like magic then. But somewhere along the way you grew up. And now that feeling’s gone. Even at night, the lights just look like… lights.
Distracted as you are by the music in your ears and thoughts of your childhood that have brought you to a standstill on the sidewalk, you don’t notice what’s happening until it’s too late.
A blur of red and white is suddenly circling around and between your legs, and you feel something twining over your ankles, then tugging with a force that threatens to knock you off balance. As you lean forward in an attempt to right yourself, the chaos in question slows enough for you to realize it’s a fluffy white dog in a red sweater, who has excitedly tangled you up in his leash.
You manage to find the looped end of the leash and slowly get yourself unwrapped while the dog continues to pant and jump and occasionally yap at you. With your legs freed, you squat down for a proper greeting, laughing to yourself as he lifts up on his hind legs, balancing his paws on your knee to lick an enthusiastic greeting across your cheek.
“Hi, puppy,” you murmur, trying to get him to hold still long enough to read the name on his tag. A voice beats you to it.
“Moni!”
When you glance up to find Moni’s owner jogging up the sidewalk, you have to make a conscious effort to keep your own tongue in your mouth, because good lord, he is fine.
He’s tall, towering over you even once you bring yourself back up to standing, and the black workout tank and athletic shorts he’s wearing do absolutely nothing to hide the thick, well-defined muscles of his arms, chest, and thighs.
Despite his lack of clothing in the cool winter air, you can see his face and neck are slick with sweat, his white-blonde hair damp with it too. There’s even a dark patch that’s soaked his shirt at his sternum, making the firm swell of his pecs that much more apparent. It takes you an extra second to break eye contact with them, but when you do finally manage to drag your gaze up to meet his, you realize his face is just as nice of a view: honey-tan skin, full lips, and cute dimples that pop as he gives a sheepish, appreciative laugh.
“Thank you,” he says, a little breathless; his voice is deep and slightly husky in a way that makes your face grow hot. You blink stupidly at him for a few moments, your mind reeling, and then it occurs to you that you still have his dog’s leash in your hand.
“No problem,” you manage, handing the looped end back over and double-checking to make sure your ankles are still free from their entanglement. Though now that this man is holding the leash, you kind of wish they weren’t.
“Moni’s usually good about not taking off when I stop to do a circuit,” he explains, like you’re the dog owner police. It makes you wonder what kind of Karens must have moved into this neighborhood since you left it. “I don’t know why he ran, maybe he saw a squirrel or something.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure him with a smile, admiring Moni as he stretches and settles into a polite seated pose. “I like his sweater.”
“Thanks,” he laughs again. “C’mon Mon.”
You can’t help focusing on how big this guy’s hands are as he slips his fingers through the end of Moni’s leash, tugging slightly as if to encourage the dog back in the direction he came from.
Moni blinks and stays right where he is.
“You little shit,” his owner huffs under his breath, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from laughing. You distantly realize you should probably leave them to it and continue on your walk, but this is too entertaining to turn away from now. Your hot neighbor tries one more futile attempt to get Moni to move, then seems to give up entirely.
He stoops down with a low grunt of effort that makes your core flutter as he grabs the fluffy dog and hoists him up in his arms. You try to force yourself to stop noticing the way his biceps flex, the fact that the muscles of his arms are nearly bigger than your head.
“Thanks again,” he says with a final grateful smile, and your only response is to swallow hard and stand there like an idiot as he turns and carries his spoiled dog back home.
When you arrive for your interview, you’re delighted to discover that Indigo Coffee is nothing like your last job. It’s warm and bright, with large picture windows that flood the space in sunlight, and there’s a cozy personal touch to it, the likes of which you’d certainly never see in your former corporate shell of a workplace. The sitting area is dotted with live edge wood tables and mismatched chairs. There are an array of framed paintings on the walls that look handmade in a good way, simple yet bold brush-stroke lines in a deep blue color scheme. And, you realize as your eyes linger, the shop is absolutely overflowing with plants: in simple clay pots lined up along the windows, free-standing between tables, and tucked into bookshelves placed artfully throughout the space.
You step closer to inspect one as you wait on your interviewer and are pleased to see that it’s real, that they all are— no waxy fake leaves jammed into a thick block of cement, but real greenery sprouted in real dirt, deep brown soil gone soft from what must have been a recent watering. These are plants someone cares for, coaxed and kept alive by someone’s time and patience and love. The thought makes you smile a little despite yourself.
There’s still fucking Christmas music playing, but you figure that’s inescapable this time of year.
“Are you here for the interview?” someone asks over your shoulder. As you turn away from the plant, you wonder if you’re imagining that the voice in question sounds slightly familiar, and then you find yourself once again staring up at a fine-ass man with white-blonde hair and a sweet pair of dimples.
He’s clearly showered since your last encounter, and is now slightly more covered up in a pair of faded jeans and a gray-green flannel thrown over a black shirt emblazoned with bold white lettering: Protect Trans Kids.
“Oh.” Moni’s owner blinks back at you, and the shock on his face is so apparent that a giggle escapes your lips before you can stop it. “Uh, hi again.”
#namjoon smut#namjoon x reader#namjoon x y/n#bts smut#bts x reader#bts fanfic#bts collab#a hyung holiday
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Paperwork
"Would you stop houndin' me already! I'm already sparring with you so just shut up already!" Ichigo yapped at a red-headed Lieutenant who slashed at him with a bamboo blade "Just go ahead and admit It already, ya pansy!" Renji slashed at his pal one more time with a yell, their swords crossed between stubborn gazes "How're you supposed to survive on the battlefield if you can't even ask someone out on a daTE!" the taller of the two pushed the ginger away but quickly drew close for another wave of quick attacks, which Ichigo was able to dodge and block with a mild frown all while losing ground in small steps "That's got nothing to Do With IT!"
Ichigo swung his carved stick, and if Renji hadn't leaned back in that one specific second he would have a bloodied nose which is exactly what his brawling partner was aiming for, letting out a tsk Ichigo leaned the weapon on his shoulder for a moment, using the back of his free palm to swipe at the dribble of sweat coming from his chin.
The Kurosaki's eyes flattened as Renji gave him a comfortable smirk "Well I'll be, The Almighty Ichigo Kurosaki- scared of asking a certain special someone out to dinner" his grin grew like moss on a wall but this particular gardener hated moss and threw his shinai directly at the bastard, which hit said bastard square in the face "Just go ahead and shut up already, I can't handle anyone else knowing" Ichigo scratched at his orange spikes with a groan "And with a voice as loud as yours the whole Seireitei will hear about it at this point"
"How're nyou so dure they don't all nyow awready?" Renji pinched the bridge of his nose.
Ichigo narrowed his stare suspiciously and, despite his best efforts that fucking grin sat ever present through the streams of blood on the idiot's face, teeth showing with a peak of pink gums as if the Lutennant were holding back the loudest hardest laugh of his lifetime, if even a peep came outta that loudmouth who knows what Ichigo would do.. Arson? A warm crime? Peeeerhaps mmmMMurder? Hm, nah. Rukia would probably disapprove.
"There are still some people who don't know, I have it all perfectly under control" Ichigo waved his hands in assurance but still the redhead shrugged from the smooth floor, leaning back on his arms with legs sprawled around him "But soon, everyone will know"
Renji watched as his friend seemed to pause at this moment, mulling over what could happen if you were to figure it out in some way, through sharp sense or public knowledge oh Godit would all just be so embarrassing, especially since it takes every ounce of his spiritual energy to just not merely implode when your presents nearby. The male's eyes had drifted away to the blade he threw moments before as he continued to go over every chance meeting you both had and how those chances were beginning to grow few and far between. Though Ichigo had yet to formally meet you, this crush only seemed to grow with every glance he took and every fact he learned, for a while, he thought he could settle for this distant feeling of fondness but, Ichigo was also never one to leave unfinished business- though, in his eyes was there any business to begin with? He can barely say with confidence that he knew you deeply, no saving you from horrible flashbacks or an oddly calculated Villain to protect you from, you were just some squad member who's always come across as a cheerful hardworking individual and, for some strange unknowable reason, kept stuck in Ichigo's thoughts.
He wanted to know you, that was His unfinished business.
Turning with a backdraft flame in his gaze framed with furrowed brows "All right!" Ichigo proclaimed before picking up his lost weapon and pointing it at his advisory "First I'll defeat you, and then right after I'll ask 'em out!" the ginger huffed pompously with the blade resting on his shoulder "Piece of cake!"
Renji smirked as he held his weapon before him with a smirk "Don't think I'll go down that easy, and I'll bet you chicken out as soon as you See Them TOO!" the Lieutenant yelled and once again they clashed in the middle of the bare dojo.
Truly, this battle will be one of legends.
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You wandered down a bright hallway with flittering Reaper's heading in and out of various rooms or just straight up running down the narrowed space, but not you.
Though your task was one of importance you didn't think your dear Capitan would deem it necessary much like yourself, besides- the never ending windows gave a favouring scenery of your home along with the odd bird paired with a background of the bluest sky of the week.
Blinking down at the papers you noticed a few crumples from the mishap they were included in during their processing.
Passing colleges glanced at your from, of which you hadn't noticed stopped walking, and some giggled as they noticed steam rising and rosy red ear tips.
'He picked me up'
Your gaze followed the wrinkled valleys growing from of the top of the pages where Ichigo's large fingers nipped at the end of their trail.
You felt Ichigo's fingers slip under the white ribbon of your robe and the brush of his knuckles on foundation of your tail bone as he tightened his grip.
"Gah!" You finally recalled breathing, and how one should do so. Hands had slapped at your hot cheeks in order to bring you to some form of sense.
You remembered how his collarbone met at the base of his neck when he bent over to meet your invasive gaze.
It wasn't working.
"Get a hold of yourself, we're Sixth Seat now!" You held up clenched fists with a huff "Gotta be responsible!"
Glancing to the floor in a second of recalling responsibilities you gasped at the mistake "The paPERS NoooOOOOooo!"
Collapsing to the ground like a mudslide in the rain hands scattered for the fallen pages "Can't believe this" you murmured as they came together in a, further wrinkled pile and your shoulders followed in their limp state as you released a whiney sigh.
Leavening your sorry state behind you stood with arms crossing the papers in a protective hold.
"Hey There Sixth Seat!" a cheery voice came from behind and you paired it with a screech, short and to the point as you turned with a dip in your spine "H-hello there, Lieutenant Renji"
"Sorry, didn't mean to spook you there"
Spooked you were indeed, but not just by the red head's welcoming greetings. By the ever washing ocean of spiritual energy that spilled from the friend next to him, to whom Renji held a thumb out to "You remember this guy, right?"
Though Ichigo remained calm he very much did not like this introduction already.
You eyes must have been perfect circles from pure anxiety but there was no stopping the shine of admiration swooning in your gaze "I-Ichigo Kurosaki" never has there been a more tense breathless breath of a name from someone's lips, and hearing his name spoken by you for the first time made him think this might not have been such a bad idea.
"Oh! Good, you two uh... already know each other..?" Renji quirked a brow at the ginger next to him, Ichigo never mentioned giving his name to you at any point.
"No I-I..umm"
Are you really going to say this? Was today really going to be that day for a lowly Sixth seat. Your forearms tightened and sweat dripped to the corner of your jaw "I'm a.. huge.. fan, actually" you blinked up at him bashfully through your lashes.
You wished the sheets in your hold were big enough to cover your body, a wall to hide your blushing shame.
Renji was taken aback by your answer but he was quick to recover and watched from the corner of his sight as Ichigo's jaw clenched in preparation for it hanging low, he had worked so hard for the Cool Guy™ look, and now was the time to keep it cool!
The tallest of the three sighed at his nonresponsive Substitute and gave the limp dude a sharp elbow "WOOOOooooow that's super cool right? Ichigo? That's certainly something to talk about!" He wrapped an arm around the shoulders of his leading friend "Maaaaaybeee you two should hang out and talk about cool stuff like that"
"Huh?"
Hang? Out?
Ichigo's nervous stare met Renji's stern eyes and they both had a moment of wordless solace and the young Kurosaki raised from the never-ending pits of bombardment between what could go wrong right now and what could go right.
The man of Two Blades, destroyer of Law and defeater of the madman Aizen, grew weak at the knees as he watched the red hue grow from your cheeks to across your forehead, it was so hard to not reach out and drag the back if his finger across your warm skin and curl a hair behind your rosy ear shell.
Just two blushing idiots staring at each other in the middle of a quiet hall, as if Soul Society itself were listening in on the exchange, every single Reaper on standby just to see what came next.
All aside one who didn't get the memo as the sound of running slaps echoed in the alley sized hall coming closer and closer "Sixth Seat! There you are!" a young man with brown hair released few heavy breaths before giving a respectful bow "Apologies Sixth Seat but! I've been sent to locate some missing paperwork.."
"THE PAPERWORK!" you yelped, holding said work above you before disappearing from sight "Wow! Sixth Seat is as fast as ever!" Harunobu gasped, turning to meet the very cross stare of a red headed Lieutenant "Do you have any idea how long it took us to get to this moment?!"
"Gguwaaa!! I'm So Sorry!"
#bleach headcanons#bleach ichigo#fanfic writing#fanfiction#ichigo kurosaki#ichigo kurosaki x reader#fanfics#ichigo kurosaki x oc#bleach x reader#adult ichigo kurosaki x reader#bleach#BLEACH
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You know grief, don't you?
A uhhh WIP Wednesday-
It's something I've fixated on for years but only recently started putting together-
The lab was silent save for the clicking of Loid traveling between console to console, and Tagfer’s hooves pacing in a circle around his spot that he rarely left, his quiet labored breathing and sobs acting as the ambience.
“Grief, who else knows grief?” he muttered as he paced, suddenly coming to a halt to stare at Nyx who sat lifeless, “You do…”
He carefully crept closer to Nyx, eyeing the slumped frame to see if it’d move, “You can still remember, can’t you?” he whispered to it.
Loid watched carefully from the bridge above, the memory still repeating in his head- the way Nyx was dropped to the floor lifelessly, utterly empty and unwilling to move after their desires were fulfilled. No one died, they made sure of it.
“Tagfer…”
“Shh! Let us be.”
The four legged beast had no interest in hearing Loid’s concerns, he’d heard enough of everyone else’s yapping except for Nyx’s. They’d remained utterly silent and unspoken for years. He reached out and nudged their knee with one hoof, watching their faceless helmet for any sign of acknowledging him.
“Come on… you know grief, don’t you? Flament.”
Their head shot up as they became upright, grabbing Tager’s shoulder firmly- though their grip on his shoulder quickly released as they returned to being slumped. The memory never left, they merely silenced themselves.
“Does it change anything?”
Their voice cracked, sounding like the broken voice box in a toy. Despite their eyes being hidden, Tagfer could feel their eyes staring into his.
“It does, actually…” He tells them, sitting down in front of them, “I lost Minn, and now I’m all that’s left. You… you lost “Kitty”...”
He watched them carefully, looking down to the metal insignia that hung loosely around their neck. He didn’t know who it belonged to, but the last time Loid tried to remove it they nearly broke his arm.
“I… died so he could live.” Nyx muttered, running their hand over the insignia, “They all live now.”
“But at what cost?” he questioned, “Don’t you think Kitty misses you? Don’t you think he cries thinking you’re dead? Long gone and eaten up by those things you dragged into the Void?”
It all started to flood back- the gnashing jaws, dribbling with drool and blood, infectious. Hands mangled into artificial weapons, claws blunt and dull tearing into flesh. Yet Nyx was unmoving as those things climbed over each other to get to them, hands feverishly lashing out in a feeble attempt to get a grip on them.
“It is the only way…” they said to themselves as they watched the growing horde get closer.
In an instant their own blade tore through them, driven by their own hand. A rip in the sky above them appeared, a ghastly “singing” ringing in everyone’s ears. The deeper they drove the blade the larger the rip became and the louder the singing got- the infected quickly beginning to petrify, wild spirals of metal sprung from the bodies.
One remained unchanged amongst the mass of rapidly decaying bodies- Lion, he was trying to get to them over the heap of limbs and spirals. Though he was only ever close enough to grab hold of the blade’s handle as Nyx dropped it to their feet, letting the spiraling bodies get absorbed into the light before they themselves began to dissolve away.
He was yelling something, but they couldn’t understand him anymore. He reached for them but he found himself shoved away right before the tear sealed itself and left him alone amongst a pile of debris.
“Yeah… see you remember. You know grief.” Tagfer said, “You lost him as I lost Minn.”
“Don’t remind them of someone they can’t see.” Loid told Tagfer who returned the statement with a frustrated groan.
“If they don’t remember what would be the point in telling them that there’s a way to go back?”
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