#you know doing this halfway I was like oh fuck i forgot I am an ice douma blog HAHAHA so uh well have douma technically the same person
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@eyes-like-obsidian thank you for the tag on the dash game!
#watch me disappear again#I sometimes feel bad that I'm slow with drawing#for his appearance I don't think I can fit the whole text FDSFGH too long compare to everything else....#I kinda associate douma with incense sticks because temples do be burning that stuff like no tomorrow#you know doing this halfway I was like oh fuck i forgot I am an ice douma blog HAHAHA so uh well have douma technically the same person#douma#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#dash games#kny#remon talks#shinobu kochou#inosuke hashibira#shinobu#inosuke
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national bf day on twitter that means i get legal rights to finish my cringe masadai fic where daigo meets masato's dad(s)
#masadai#snap chats#casually trying to ignore the casual transphobia i overheard today hi guys <3#no my day was so nice. before that. there was a nerf archery event and im really surprised my wrist wasnt being a fool#i actually forgot my wrist was fucked up when i went there but when i went to shoot I Immediately Remembered#but over the course of the like. two hours i didnt even notice anymore and i was shooting like how i did back then#sooo Unwarranted Wrist Update we're SOOOO back... had so much fun it was crazy LOL#oh yeah. the post. let me cook hang on put the tomato down#i AM writing a sequel to that cringe masadai fic i did last year and i was writing it this morning. i didnt even know it was bf day#its a sign i oughta finish it...... im like halfway through it maybe i can actually finish something for once#idk it depends on the vibe im trying to go for im still fighting myself on it but we'll get there. i hope#i have like two hours before class but we always do fuck all there SOOOOOOOO <- is insane#ok bye <3 reminder to be happy for your trans friends when they transition <3 if you dont you oughta fall down some stairs <3
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Alright, y'all, here's the plan: you're not quite aware of what Toji does for work, yet you keep quiet. But one night, the man comes home bleeding, and you can't keep your worries to yourself anymore. However, for your protection, Toji isn't ready to reveal his assassin business to you. And, in the heat of the moment, ends up saying something that hurts you instead...
A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn) This prompt was picked from a poll to celebrate the 300+ followers milestone (pssst tysm for 450+ you lovelies :D) two weeks back. Truthfully, I don't think this is my best work after proofreading, but I did my best. Probably bc 1) it's longer than I intended, and 2) I procrastinated waaaaay too much with this. I don't even think I made sense halfway through, lol, but fuck it, we ball. Anyways, like last time, there is art drawn by me (@hoshigaby) but it'll be found deep in the fic :33
I hope you enjoy the ride and reblogs + replies are much appreciated!! Also, don't be alarmed that Y/n in the drawing looks of a dark complexion, feel free to use your imagination if it doesn't suit you. But do not edit it; be an adult and ignore it if it's not your taste.
Cw: Toji x fem!reader - arguing/yelling - fingering (fem! receiving) - mating press - Daddy kink - first Toji is sour, then he's sweet bc he's whipped for you :) - clitoral play (pressing down and a pinch) - praise - breast fondling + nipple play - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', honey, kid, mama/ma, princess, sweetheart/sweetie) - Megumi mean-mugging his father while Tsumiki and Shiu Kong tell him to do better lol - mentions of blood and stab wound; isn't fully healed so reopens.
Wc: 5.8k
"Uhh, are you sleeping on the couch?"
"Yes. Yes, I am."
"...Why??"
You scrunch your brow at your phone, looking at the two people you're talking to through the screen. "I know you're not about to get on my case over where I'm sleeping."
On the L-shaped couch lay you, cuddled up with a fluffy blanket and memory foam pillow, one hand holding your phone while another wrapped around a stuffed plushy. You were on a video call with your best friends: Utahime and Mei Mei.
Utahime, lying on her bed with a face mask, replied to you. "Oh, I'm definitely getting on your case because it's supposed to be the other way around!"
"True, but I like the couch anyways." You puff at the woman who's not satisfied with your answer. "Plus, I'm on the L-part of the couch, so it's practically like a bed!"
Your other friend, Mei Mei, chuckles at her screen. Icy blue hair pulled up in a bun with reading glasses positioned atop her forehead, probably counting her tips on her desk like she always does before bed. "My my, this is the fourth night this week. What did your man say to make you this upset?"
Memories of what happened before come back to you, and so does the exhausting irritation you've been trying to keep at bay.
It was a quiet night like this one as the rain fell hard on the silent streets. You've just put Tsumiki and Megumi to sleep and waited in the living room, watching a movie to pass the time. It was pretty late into the night when you heard the door open as drowsiness settled in. Nevertheless, you got up to greet the man you'd been waiting for coming from the entrance, but you weren't prepared for the sight that instantly woke you up.
Toji Fushiguro, groaning and leaning against the wall with his black jean jacket drenched from the rain. A hand was clenched on the left side of his torso, deep red tarnishing his plain white shirt. He was heaving in an attempt to even his breathing, but when he caught a glimpse of you standing before him, he was quick to try and play it off with a worn-out grin. "Hey, baby." His familiar deep voice was strained in subtle agony.
Worry bubbles within, and you rush towards him. "Oh my God, Toji, what happened!?" You remind yourself to not be too loud as the children are still asleep, so you rely on whisper yellings while walking him up to your shared bedroom.
Even in the room, Toji doesn't explain himself. Just silent hushes and cajoles that he's alright. "I'm fine, honey. Just tell me where's the first aid box." Pointing at the bathroom cabinet, you watch him leave your side to grab the kit. The crimson spilling from him is caused by a stab wound he reveals when he sits on the bathtub, lifting his shirt. You can feel your eyes water, imagining the pain he's going through when he hisses from putting on rubbing alcohol on the gash.
The words you want to say feel so forbidden. Your fingers fidget amongst themselves with the irregular beat of your chest. Don't say it, Y/n. Keep your mouth shut. Don't—
"Is this from work?"
Green eyes shoot back in your direction, and you immediately feel yourself sinking into a pool of regret.
Talk of Toji's occupation wasn't something you brought up much. Even at the beginning of your relationship, he didn't indulge in any insights about what he does, so you eventually quit after a few failed attempts. However, with all the nights he's come home while you sleep or the new scars you point out yet are brushed off, your anxiousness for him keeps festering. And seeing him with his own blood on his hands made you wonder how many nights he has pulled off doing such without your knowledge.
Toji's eyes go back to his wound. "Don't worry 'bout it." The stern tone of his voice has your blood turn cold. He didn't want to entertain this, especially in the wee hours of the night.
And yet you still persist. "No, Toji, I'm serious." You can see him glare at you through the raven bangs shading his forehead. A warning. But it doesn't stop you. "I'm getting worried about you."
From there was when the argument came. Every point you've made to him was shut down at once. His cold responses pierced you. Usually, you'd do what you can to avoid this type of confrontation. But now, it hurts even more when he doesn't cooperate with you, your concerns disregarded like rubbish.
"Damn it, Y/n!" Toji barks at you, seething through the physical pain as a fist bangs hard on the bathroom cabinet. "Why's it so hard for you to stay out of this?"
"Well, if you would tell me things instead of pushing me out the way, then maybe I wouldn't have to!" At this point, you're fighting the tears from falling. Your face hot with frustration, but you still speak. "Toji, I've done so much for you and the kids, and I—"
"No one told you to do—"
"Yet I STILL do!" It's your turn to yell. "I care about you deeply, same with Tsumiki and Megumi. I don't ask for much, Toji. But I want you to open your life to me just a little, even when you're hurt like this!"
His emerald eyes remain rigid despite your pleas to him. And what he said next had you still to the core. You can recall the beat of your heart corrupting your senses while the tears stride down.
"If you were goin' to be a thorn on my side like this, I wouldn't have let you be in it in the first place."
"He said WHAT!!??" Utahime shrieks after you retell the situation to your friends.
You nod your head. "I just looked at him, and he looked at me. Then I turned, picked my pillow up, and headed downstairs to this couch."
To say the dark-haired woman was livid was an understatement. "And tell me WHY this fucker isn't the one sleeping on this couch, again??"
"Even if I did tell him to sleep on the couch, he probably would say something like, 'Tch, why should I? I pay bills for this damn house,' and yadda, yadda." This is true, apart from the man being injured, so having him move would've been immoral. "Plus, I just really wanted to get outta the room, so I went ahead and moved myself out."
"So? You pay bills too, what the hell!? Good God, Y/n," Utahime shakes her head. "You sure we can't pummel this dude?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I'm getting used to ignoring him when I see him around the house. But, oh my God, guys, his kids," the phone panned down to the plush toy and the pink, fluffy blanket. "Miki saw me sleeping here the other morning and gave me this blanket. And Gumi — he's such a sweetie. He gave me his favorite froggy toy to sleep with to scare off his dad from 'bothering me in my dreams.' "
"Hmm, how adorable." Mei Mei comments. "Funny how such darlings can come from a guy like that."
Utahime nods rapidly and throws in her opinion. "Listen, Y/n, you shouldn't think you outta be in every part of that man's life. Even so, he should at least know how to compromise. I mean, come on, you take care of him, the kids, the house, and go to work with us. All of that just for you to sleep on a couch!?"
"You're not gonna let this couch thing go, aren't you?" The pale blue-haired woman chuckles again, and Utahime sighs. "But she's right, Y/n. It takes a certain kind of person to have the patience to do what you do in a relationship with a single father and two children. I'm sure Utahime would've left with all her hair out."
The dark-haired one gets up from her bed and takes her device with her, heading to the bathroom to finish her skin care. "Now, why am I the one used as an example?"
"Because you're the most vocal about a relationship that isn't yours." A sly smile is painted on Mei Mei's face after she hears a 'hmph!' from the other as Utahime removes the mask and washes her face. "My point is that you like this man — love him even. But that love shouldn't cost you to be so emotionally drained. Perhaps he understands this, except it wasn't the perfect moment for you two to express yourselves. Maybe talk to him when you two stop the silent treatment."
All you do is hum aimlessly, too wrapped in what your friend said to give a proper response. Then you yawn, your body signaling you to finally rest. "I'll sleep on that thought. Night, girlies~~" You wave and send kisses to the other two. They do the same as you leave the video call, placing the phone on the coffee table and snuggling up with the blanket and plush toy.
You try to distract yourself by thinking of what you'll do tomorrow. You gotta get up and make breakfast for Tsumiki and Megumi before waking them up, then head to the station and take the bus to work. Maybe you can finally try that new café close by with Mei Mei and Utahime for lunch. And when you return home, you should whip up something fun for the kids to eat.
Perhaps, make something for Toji since he sometimes forgets to feed himself when you're not around. Or if he's leaving for work, wish him a safe trip back home like always. And...if he's down for it...you can find the right time......to talk...about......
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The moment you closed your eyes, it felt as though you were sleeping on your own bed again. When you turn to your side, your body descends into the feeling of cold sheets beneath you. It was pretty comfy! Plus, the blanket—
Wait...Sheets?
Your eyes slowly open to the sight of bedsheets underneath you. Navigating out of the sleepy stupor, you make out parts of your surroundings to know that you're not in the living room anymore. You slowly rise up to face the door of the bedroom. Your shared bedroom.
A sudden cough alerts you, forced as if to grab your attention. A chill crawls up your spine. Oh God, no. You turn to the side to see the man accompanying his side of the bed. And there he was, Toji, lying on his side with his head resting on a hand, looking dead at you. His raven hair looked damp from a recent shower, sporting only a grey wifebeater and dark sweatpants.
"Hey," is all he says to you. No smirk and no nickname followed with the greeting. Just a simple address to you with his green eyes softly watching yours. You almost fall into their inviting spell the more you look at them.
Nonetheless, it's not compelling enough since you remember he's the man you fought with four days ago — the same man you weren't prepared to see right now. You quickly turn away from him and lift the comforter to exit the room. However, Toji grabbed your wrist before your feet could touch the floor, his grip too strong for you to pull away from him.
You avoid eye contact with him, your back facing him. "Toji, let me go. I'm going to sleep."
"Then sleep."
"On the couch, Toji." You try and pull again. Nothing.
"Fuck that, just sleep here. I didn't carry you up here for nothin'."
You shake your head as you exhale through your nose. Of course, he carried me here. "Whatever happened to you not wanting me to be a part of your life?"
The words that left your lips surprised you and the grip around your wrist tightens. You didn't mean to say them, but it was the truth because they were his own words. Or did you?
Still facing away from Toji, you're unable to see his reaction. Oh shit, is he angry? Is he going to let me go after that?
"Darlin', please..." His deep voice hushed for only you to hear. "I just really need you with me here. Just for tonight...." His hold lessens, leaving you to decide whether you should stay.
The silence is uncomfortable for both of you — especially for Toji, who has you where he wants you to be, where you're supposed to be. As seconds pass when he doesn't hear from you, the nervousness that used to exist before your relationship rises back into the pit of his stomach. And his soul drops down when you remove your wrist from his hand.
Though, to his surprise, your hand lifts the comforter up while your legs move back on top of the mattress. You lay back down with a sigh, your back still facing Toji. "Did you give Miki back her blanket?"
Toji exhales quietly, situating himself back on his side of the bed. "Yeah, and Megumi with his toy."
You hum, and the silence fills the room once more.
Toji looks at nothing but your figure next to him, watching the rise and fall of your shoulder as you breathe silently, your face nestled comfortably on the pillow. To think it's been half a week since he last saw you in this room is hard to believe.
That night when you left him really stuck with him. The image of your face covered in tears was all he envisioned, the same with you grabbing your pillow and exiting the room. After tending his stab wound, he went down to talk it out. Yet when Toji saw you sleeping soundly on the couch with dried tears painting your pretty face, he didn't dare wake you up and just went to bed.
And it was worse the following days. Not only did he have you avoiding him at every chance, but he had to deal with the judgmental looks of his children. Never in his life has he seen Megumi give him glares that meant business. If looks could kill, Toji would be finished. And Tsumiki, his sweet little girl, now pesters him about being nice to Y/n, saying he should think about their feelings and apologize.
But what about his feelings? Does no one understand that he was just trying to keep you out of business that you didn't need to fret over? He's very aware that his job is not a normal one. It's dangerous, and anyone around him can get hurt or worse. Hence, keeping you away from this part of his life keeps you and his family safe. If not knowing he's an assassin keeps you from harm's way, why change that.
At least...that's what he thought, not what he said.
Even Shiu Kong, his handler, had something to say after telling him what had happened during lunch today. "Wow. I knew you were trash, but I didn't know you were that dumb, too." The man snickers when Toji shoves a middle finger his way. Shiu lights another cigarette after discarding the one he finishes. "Well, how were they supposed to know you were watching out for them? If someone you love comes to your front door bloody and sick, whose safety are you worrying about?"
Toji says nothing to that, letting the other man resume speaking some sense into him after taking a long sig from his cigarette.
"Look. I can't promise that this angel of yours wants to stay with you after what you said. That's all up to them. But until they decide that, I hope your dumbass realizes when someone sticks with you literally through blood and pain, that's someone who cares for you to the Moon and back. Not saying you should tell them what you do, but a nice word or two of comfort is all they need. If you're not that big of an idiot, reconcile and let them know you care about them."
"...Reconcile and let them know you care about them..."
If there's one thing that Toji has trouble with, it's knowing how to use his words. It was a tiny problem in the earlier stages of your relationship, but as time flew, you could guess how much the tall man cherishes you by his actions rather than words.
The older man knows that you know he loves you. But now, when he's pushed into a position where words are necessary to portray his real feelings for you, he feels stumped.
"If you were goin' to be a thorn on my side like this, I wouldn't have let you be in it in the first place."
Toji grimaces at his own words replaying in his head. Why the fuck did I say that?
"Whatever happened to you not wanting me to be a part of your life?"
Your words ring in his mind. Why did I fuckin' say that for? What the hell is wrong with me? What did—
"Toji?"
He returns to reality, eyes moving back to your still silhouette.
"I know you're still awake, so I'm gonna ask this." Toji braces himself for whatever your soft voice muttered. "Whatever job you're doing, is it a dangerous one?"
Shit. The dreaded talk is here, and Toji cannot escape it.
"Yeah."
"Are you good at your job?"
"It's the only thing I'm good at."
You nod your head aimlessly to his answer. Then you turn around to face the anxious older man. The moonlight peaking through the window blinds illuminates your face beautifully while Toji's breathing slows.
"I don't think that's true," you continue to answer. "You're good at being a father to Tsumiki and Megumi. Not the best, but a decent one nonetheless. You're also good at caring for me; letting me live with you and your family proves that. And lastly," Toji gulps with a dry throat.
"You're good at loving. You say you're lousy at it, but there's love in everything you do for me. It's there when you look at me whenever you think I'm unaware. Or when you silently grab my hand when in crowded areas. Or," a small chuckle exits from you. "When you carry me up from downstairs to the bedroom."
Toji's jade eyes lock in with yours, waiting for you to avert your gaze away from him. But you don't. You keep looking at him. You keep spoiling him. This type of recognition is something Toji never thought he deserved, so you giving it to him so effortlessly makes his growing guilt eat him alive.
"I care about you so much, Toji." You shift closer to Toji and bring a hand to his cheek, causing the man to lift his brows. Your face is only a few inches away from his. "What happened yesterday really scared me. All I could think about was the wound and all the scars you have. Where they all came from and how deep they are. Or......you never coming back."
"Baby..." Toji absently refers to you with a sweet name, placing his big hand on top of yours on his cheek. He lets you finish.
"I know you can't guarantee coming back to me unscathed, but I just want you to promise me something: please let me know you'll be okay. When you're gone, I can only hope you make it back home safely. So, just promise to not get yourself killed." A sheepish smile is used to ease the serious tone. "Even if I'm not in your life, I'm sure Tsumiki and Megumi would be pretty upset to not have you around."
Toji scoffs. "Trust me, I'm sure they'd leave me the moment you step out the door." That makes you laugh, and it has the man swooning hearing it. His hand moves to your cheek, and you allow him to stroke it with a thumb. "And I wouldn't blame 'em. Havin' such a beautiful and loving angel slip through my fingers?"
"Toji..."
"I'm sorry for what I said and scarin' you like that. If you aren't here with me, as part of my life and all, then I don't think I can't make a promise like that. You're too good fr' me, and I'm sorry if I didn't seem to appreciate you until now."
And you know he's genuine with his plea, his green eyes gauging your reaction to see if he's worth another chance. All you do is sigh and lift yourself up, wipe his wet bangs from his forehead, and kiss it. "Not the best apology, but I accept it."
He drones, relishing the feeling of your lips on him again. "So, are we cool, kid?"
"Yeah," you peer down at him with a smile, and he does the same. "We're cool. However, if you ever yell at me again, don't be surprised when I pack my bags."
"Oh yeah?" Toji raises a brow. "I'll be careful, then."
"You better." Hushed chuckles are shared to comfort the silence, enjoying the closeness between you two that felt like forever to have again. Just the two of you with you giggling above him and the light from the window cascading an ethereal glow to your features. Your teeth shied behind pretty lips, lips he wanted to kiss.
And you catch him looking. You notice him wanting you, needing you. Just as much as you need him. You slowly lean down to his face, planting your soft lips on his rigid pair.
Toji's surprised by the action for a moment, but he moans into your mouth and pulls you into him closer. The kiss starts off nice and slow yet quickly changes to one filled with passion and desire. Teeth clashing, tongues exchanging, sweet moans paired with aroused groans.
As you two are lost in each other's lips, Toji carefully maneuvers you on your back with him on top of you. Your legs find purchase around his waist as he rocks into your core, rocking your hips together in a steady rhythm by the second.
His hand snakes down to your lower region, fingers brushing past your pajamas and onto your panty-covered vulva. The intrusion has you breaking the kiss with heavy breaths filling the silent, moonlit room. He busses your chin down to your neck as shaky mewls slip out your mouth.
"Haaah, Toji, we shouldn't. It's late—Hmmm..." Your whimpers don't stop him from pulling your pajamas and undergarments off.
"It's okay, sweetheart, lemme make it up to you." He says in-between kisses on your clavicle, pulling up your shirt to reveal your bare chest. His free hand fondles a breast before his mouth goes for the other. "Let Daddy take care of you..."
The sudden combination of his thick fingers intruding between your nether folds and his mouth sucking and licking your sensitive nipple has you whining in bliss, your hand gripping his wet raven hair resulting in a satisfied groan from the older man. Toji missed this — missed you — close to him, under him on this bed.
One finger plays with your wet chasm for a few moments before it's inserted inside. A shriek is let out as your cunt adjusts to the digit. "Mmmph! Oh God, Daddy, your fingers...Ahhh!"
A soft 'pop' leaves from Toji's mouth when pulled back from sucking on your nipple, his tongue lapping around the sensitive nob. "What's that, mama? My fingers feelin' good?" You nod rapidly, but that's not the answer Toji's looking for, so he bites on your nipple gingerly yet hard enough for you to jolt. "Daddy wants your words, angel."
"Yesss, yes, your fingers feel soo good," You mewl to him, and Toji chuckles dangerously low while rewarding you with another digit in your slick-coated hole. His abrupt middle finger joins his forefinger in attacking your velvety walls, and your voice shifts higher in ecstasy.
The sounds of Toji's tongue licking around your nipple coincide with the squelches between his fingers and your gushy slit. Your brain starts to short-circuit.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Daddy, I can feel—I'm gonna," Toji's fingers pick up the pace. You're so close to release, you can feel it.
"Gonna be good and cum on Daddy's fingers, right, baby?"
"Mhmmm, I wanna co—Oh, Jesus, I wanna come. Hoooooh..."
"Then go ahead, princess. Mess 'em up." Toji comes up to kiss your forehead as his fingers go irrationally fast, and a thumb sneaks to press down on your unattended clit. With a choked cry, you spasm and cream on his thick digits. He watches you finish, loving the image of your head pushed back on pillows and your body arching towards him.
He dismisses himself from you once you're done, licking his fingers of your essence and taking off his wifebeater and pants. The image of his free cock has you biting your lower lip in anticipation as you discard your shirt to the bedroom floor as well. When you look at Toji, you notice the bandaged patch on his left side. He sees you glimpsing, quick to ease your concerns. "I'll be fine, darlin'. Won't go too crazy." Looking at his scarred body in a new light, you nod and follow his lead.
Toji carries your legs up to move to the right of his shoulder, situating you two into a mating press. His dick aligns with your glossy cunt. Precum meets slick and lubricates the two sexes pushing into each other. Toji coaxes you. "Too tense, ma. Relax fr' me." You prepare yourself with even breaths, and the man pushes into you with each exhale.
The head of his cock enters, a cry departs from your lips, and Toji hisses with the tightness of your slit. His hips go slow, making sure your walls accommodate every vein and dent of his dick as it ventures deep within you. Hits to your G-spot have you babbling incoherent prayers, gripping the sheets under you.
When his cockhead finally meets your cervix, you sob his name in rapture. Toji smirks, dialing the pace of his thrusts up. "Mmmm, Christ, yr' tight pussy. So fuckin' perfect fr' me."
Every stroke prompts a euphoric moan from you, drool escaping your lips as your mind turns into putty. The noises of his pelvis smacking on your ass feel so wrong to hear, yet you can't help but grip around Toji's girthy length. It gets worse when he presses his entire body weight on you, forcing you to take his cock and abusing your tender cervix with every deep rut.
As for Toji, he's enjoying seeing you writhe and pant under his bow. The corner of your eyes sprinkled with tears, your mouth wailing in euphoric chants, the way your cunt clamps around his dick when he grinds his hips deep onto your come-covered folds. He can never get enough of this, enough of you, driving him so fucking crazy.
"Daddyyy, I'm gonna—Ahhaaaa!!" Toji's now going at an erratic cadence, his cock churning your insides as his heavy balls slapping your folds being the only things you can listen to. Your whines get higher and higher while chasing your climax. "Cu-cumming, I'm gonna cumm—Ohhh!!"
"Hnngh! Oh, shit, fuck, fuck. Me too, kid, me too," Toji groans into your ear. God, his deep voice makes your brain mush. "Oooooh, want me to fill you up, mama?"
Your head nods frantically, tears now staining your face. "Yessss, please, Daddy!! I want it!" Toji hears your pleas and smashes his mouth into yours, moans swapped between lips with tongues daubed in saliva. A hand is moved down to your clit, pinching the spot between Toji's forefinger and thumb. And your pussy tightens around his cock one last time before you peak onto him.
The fluttery spasms of your walls clenching around Toji have him finish in three deep strokes, spurting his seed inside you before he relaxes his heaving body on yours. The kiss breaks with you two huffing and panting, the final moments of your high finally depleting out of your nude bodies.
His green eyes take in your dazed expression, calloused fingers wiping your tears away. "How's that for an apology?"
"You pervy old man," You chuckle to yourself, so out of breath. "You're more of a man of action anyway, so you pulled through. "
"Hehe, I'll take it." He cups your jaw with his big hand, your eyes locked in with his. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby. Sorry for ever making you think otherwise."
You blink once. Twice. Your hands come up to his face, and a finger swipes away black bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. "I love you too, Toji. I would've left your ass if you weren't."
Toji smiles and leans in to kiss your swollen lips with his scared ones; however, a sharp pain stops him, prompting the big man to yell out. Worried, you try to assess what's wrong. Then you see it: the blood-stained bandage on his left side.
A gasp catches his attention, and Toji turns to what you're gawking at. His body freezes, seeing the trail of blood exit from his reopened wound.
"Ahhhh shit..."
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"Well, well, well," Utahime smirks at you through the screen. "I see you're not on the couch anymore."
You smile sheepishly as you lie on the pillows and headboard of your shared bed. Tsumiki and Megumi huddle beside you, napping blissfully around your presence under Tsumiki's pink blanket.
"Yeah, we made up last night." To avoid disturbing the children, you reply in whispers.
Mei Mei hums. "I see that. I assume you two had a nice talk about it?" You open your mouth, but no words come out. The two women quirk up a brow.
"Oh? I take it that there was more than just talking." Utahime chimes in, her smile going ear to ear while your eyes avoid the screen. "No wonder we didn't see you at work today. The dick so good it saved your relationship, huh?" She laughs at you hushing her up for using crude language while the children sleep. "Well, happy you two figured it out. But don't think I won't come over there and beat his ass the next time I see you on that couch."
"I second that," Mei Mei agrees. "But Uta can do the beatdown; I'm more interested in what he has in his wallet."
"Not much, I'll tell you that." you correct your friend. "I'm the one who takes care of his finances for safe-keeping."
"Well, that makes things easier for me."
The three of you laugh through your devices. Then you hear heavy footsteps drawing closer from the stairs. "Oop, he's back now. I'll talk to you guys later!" You hurriedly wave and kiss your friends goodbye before ending the video call. The bedroom door opens, and there he is.
Toji flashes a quick smile at you before it vanishes once he sees his kids nestled around you. "I was hopin' to get some alone time with you."
You giggle as you brush Tsumik's hair away from her pretty face. "You're back early. Is your wound okay now?"
"Hmph, yeah, thanks to you pushin' me out the way and grabbin' for the first aid kit." Toji pokes fun at you for the event from last night, where you immediately pushed the brawny man off of you and ran for the tools necessary to treat his open injury the moment you saw blood. You chuckle and watch the tall man climb into bed. "Doc said it should fully heal within a week or two. Why the squirts here?"
"They were happy to find me back in the room for a nap, so they joined me and kept me company." Megumi snuggles close to you for warmth, and you pick him up to your chest.
"Well, they're takin' my spot."
"I don't think they care."
Toji pinches your nose for your snarky remark, and you wriggle out of his fingers with quiet chuckles. His hand then cups your face and pulls you to face him, his emerald eyes softly gazing into you.
"You know I love the hell outta you, right?" His deep voice sounds sweet to the ears. You purr into his hand. "And I hope you know I'm the same for you." He nods. You smile.
He hesitates for a split second, but Toji leans close to kiss your tender lips. Only for a tiny hand to come smacking him in the face, halting him from further movement. To the shock of you both, Megumi was back awake, sending a mean look at his father.
Toji groans in annoyance. "What was that for, brat?"
"For making Y/n sad." Megumi keeps his hold on you secure as he and Toji mean-mug each other. Queuing Tsumiki from her slumber, defending you from her father. "Apologize or stay away!" The little girl warns the older man.
You're quick to break up the mini-fight amongst the Fushiguros. "Alright, kids, no need to worry about me. Your dad already apologized to me by promising to take us out for dinner tonight." Childish faces beam in delight while Toji shifts to instant puzzlement. "Now go get ready and put on your shoes!" Tsumiki and Megumi do just that, rushing out of your shared room and to their own.
When you can't hear the pitter-patter of little feet anymore, you feel big strong arms haul you into Toji's embrace, attacking you with tickles. You try to squirm your way out, but it's no use when he uses his body to cage you in. "Who told you to make promises on my name, huh? You tryna be bratty with me, kid?" He grins at your ticklish suffering.
"Then don't you—Oh God, stop!" It's difficult finishing your statement while fighting back laughter and screams. "Don't you ever yell at me again!"
He stops tickling you, thank God. You catch your breath as Toji looks at you under him with a proud smile. "I don't plan on it, sweetie. Now c'mere."
Toji finally has his lips placed on your soft ones, and you happily return the favor by wrapping your arms around his neck to pepper him with delicate kisses. But the romantic atmosphere vanishes when the children come and dogpile on Toji after hearing your ticklish screams, forcing the older Fushiguro off of you to deal with his kids with tickles of their own.
Observing the children laugh and squirm under Toji's merciless fingers, a soft smile adorns your face watching the domestic display before you and thinking how lucky you are to witness such a thing. Well, that's before all three of them turn to you and bring you another ticklish horror.
And despite the torture, your screams and giggles are filled with pure joy and contentment, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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don't go away mad |dom!eddie x brat!reader|
prompt: your built up frustrations mixed with eddie cancelling date night leads to an issue- for the both of you.
contains: language, drinking, reader is a little mean and hateful, brat tamer! eddie, everything they do is pre-consented promise, little bit of angst/fighting, spanking with hand, fingering, hair pulling, mean!dom!eddie, rough mean sex, squirting, a little cum play maybe??? aftercare!!! MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
You huffed, slamming the phone down on the receiver. You know it wasn't fair, that you should've tried to hear him out at least, but you were furious, fuming.
Eddie hated to not be doing something at any and all times. He was hyper, had been since he was a child, and had yet to slow down. Days where the two of you took it slow were rare, and even then, it usually ended with you tied to his bed while he fucked you relentlessly.
Eddie hated to not be doing something at any and all times. He was hyper, had been since he was a child, and had yet to slow down. Days where the two of you took it slow were rare, and even then, it usually ended with you tied to his bed while he fucked you relentlessly.
You had never minded, especially at the beginning of your relationship. Eddie was always taking you places, doing things with you, content to be by your side twenty-four-seven. Now, since you and Eddie had been together a little over two years, it felt like more of a fight for his attention. If you didn't get to him first, he was gone doing a million other things- band practice with Jeff and Gareth, going to this slasher film with Robin, helping Steve with his broken window.
There was always an invitation for you. Eddie wasn't mean, he always wanted you with him still, but sometimes you just wanted him- just him.
You'd had plans to go out, some bar in the next town over was playing a show. A new 90's type grunge, metal that you thought Eddie would enjoy. Plus, it would be just the two of you.
Until he called.
You knew instantly, from the lilt in his voice, soft and careful like he was approaching a roaring beast. He was cancelling.
"Baby, I got a gig at the Hideout." Eddie said softly. "Can't we go another night to see the band? You know how rare it is for us to get the Saturday night slot. Joey isn't even making us pay more, he just needs someone to fill in."
You were clenching the phone receiver, halfway through your hair for the night. Your lips pressed together, fuming. "Sweetheart, please? I'll make it up to you. Don't be mad at me, please?" Eddie's tone was pleading, nearly pitiful. It would've won you over if you weren't so angry.
It was when he said the phrase, "You can come too, if you want." that sent you over the edge.
You slammed your hand down on the coffee table where your phone rested. "Oh no, I don't want to crash your night, Eddie." You snapped, sarcastically.
Eddie sighed. "Babe-"
"No, Eddie. I forgot it's always what you want to fuckin' do." You hissed. "Don't worry about me. I'll figure tonight out on my own."
You slammed the phone before you could hear his response, livid. Your blood was boiling, not only at the cancellation, but so close to when you were supposed to leave. You bristled, thinking for a moment before picking up your phone, dialing your friend's number.
You ignored the busy signal, knowing it was Eddie trying to get through. "Hey," You greeted, as lightly and kind as you could when she answered. "Wanna go out tonight?"
***
You stumbled back into your apartment close to four am. Your dress was slipping off your shoulders, shoes in hand, and hair and makeup messed from the sweat of dancing all night.
You struggled to put your key in the door, swaying and fumbling until you finally turned the lock, practically falling into your entryway. "Whoopsies." You mumbled, drunk and giggly.
You crawled towards the door, shutting it and locking it, before leaning your head against the cool wood, trying to stop your spinning head.
"Are you fuckin' serious?" The voice behind you made you jump, stomach lurching in fear until you turned.
Eddie stood over you, forehead creased and angry, eyes wild and bulged. The light from the hallway illuminated his frizzy curls, finally drying from the sweat of the show.
You giggled, nasally and low. "Well, hello there, stranger." You winked, still leaning against the door. Your head lolled to the side, drunkenly, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy.
Eddie didn't smile back, eyes rolling down your figure and hardening. "You're serious?" He growled. You blinked. "You wore that fuckin' dress out? Without me around?"
You looked down at your outfit, a tight leather dress that was a bit too short and hugged every curve and slope just right. It drove Eddie wild when you wore it, but not tonight.
You shrugged, blowing air out of your lips dramatically. "I was gonna wear it with you around." You slurred, mocking him. "I wore this dress for you, but-but you didn't even show up, Eddie." You pouted at him, brows creasing comically.
Eddie's jaw grit. "Yeah, I had a show, baby, I told you." He snapped. "You coulda came tonight too instead of going and seeing some other band. Or at least called and let me know you went."
You smirked, lazy. "Yeah? Why would I do that, huh?" You snipped, teeth baring. You'd had bourbon, he could tell. Anytime you drank dark liquor, you got a touch too sloppy, too mean.
"Who'd you go with tonight?" Eddie asked, arms crossing. You shrugged dramatically, giggling when he crouched in front of you. "Hey, 'm not kidding' around with you anymore, alright? Who'd you go with?"
You smirked, giggling as you leaned in towards him, your lips practically brushing. "Just my friends." You purred, swaying so your nose bumped into his. "You know I have my own friends, right? I never get to see them 'cause-hic!-'cause I'm always doin' whatever you want. Isn't that right?" You glared at him, challenging even through your starry eyes. "Always what you fuckin' want."
Eddie felt his chest squeeze with guilt, mixing with the anger and the fear he'd felt through the night. He'd played like shit when he didn't see you in the crowd, head swirling with 'what ifs' and horrible scenarios. It only worsened when he left the Hideout, immediately after the set, not even bothering for the usually after set drink with the guys. He'd sped through the backroads of Hawkins towards your apartment, body vibrating. His heart sunk when he got to your apartment and you weren't there. Your car was, but you were nowhere to be found.
"That's not true." Eddie said defensively, your snarl and angry eyes starting to make him fluster.
"Oh?" You challenged. Even on the brink of a blackout you were quick, witty- like a lurking predator about to strike. "When was the last time we did something I wanted? Not with your little friends. When's the last time we had a date? A real date and not just a night where you order food and fuck me, huh?"
Weeks of pent up frustration was spilling out with the help of the countless Old Fashioned's you drank tonight. Eddie felt his chest constrict, trying to steel himself. You were drunk, and apart of him knew you were telling the truth, no matter how harsh the delivery.
"I ask for one night, and you can't give that to me." You snapped. "So I went out, and I had fun on my own. Me and all my friends. Just like old times."
"Hey, that's enough." Eddie snapped, pointing a finger at you. His heart was hammering, hands shaking and itching for his Camels. His head was swimming with the worst possibilities of what you did tonight.
You raised your brows, snickering at him. "Oh, tough guy, huh?" You cackled. "What're you gonna do to me, huh? Spank me and tell me I'm a bad girl." You purred, leaning forward to bite at his lip.
Eddie moved back, hands on your shoulder lightly to keep you in place. He wasn't in the mood, and he'd never play or do anything with you drunk like this. "I think you'd like that too much." Eddie muttered, standing and hoisting you up.
He helped you into your bedroom, laying you on your bed while you giggled, fighting him while he tried to get you changed, wipe your makeup off. Eddie came back from the shower, finding you asleep, on your stomach like he'd left you, out cold. You looked angelic, lips puffed out and snoring, cheeks flushed. It made Eddie's heart ache.
Eddie slid his boxers on, climbing in behind you. He knew you'd be sick in the morning. He ran a hand down your back, watching as you squirmed slightly into his touch, before turning towards the wall. Normally, he'd be clinging to you, spooning you until he was practically covering you to be so close. But not tonight.
***
You woke with a lurch, flinging the duvet and scampering clumsily towards the bathroom. You heaved into the porcelain, eyes swimming with tears and throat burning. Your head spun, pounded, and eyes blinked blearily into the mirror, cupping cool water from the faucet to rinse your mouth out.
You gripped the counter, squinting in the light of the morning- or well, afternoon. Your hair was sticky with sweat and hairspray, but your makeup had been taken off- Eddie had been there.
You had a brief, hazy memory of seeing Eddie last night, but you were too far gone to really register it. You opened your mirror, finding your Tylenol and downing two, desperate to stop the ringing in your head.
You shuffled into the living room, the sound of MTV filling the apartment. Eddie sat on the couch, remote in hand, watching the screen. He looked at you, hesitant. "Mornin'." He muttered. No 'how'd you sleep, baby?' or giggly good morning kisses.
You felt your irritation with him from the night before creep back into your bones. "Morning." You grumbled, shuffling towards the coffee pot.
Eddie watched you like he was studying you. Your little grunts, the way your brows furrowed, your lips pursed and downturned even after you drank from your steaming cup. The way you looked at him. The way you didn't look at him.
You sat in your arm chair by the window, legs curled underneath you, hand massaging your temples. Eddie's heart sank. You always sat next to him. Sometimes right next to him, head on his chest. Other times on the other end, back against the arm of the chair, toes in his lap wiggling and tracing over him.
"Um, you feel ok?" Eddie asked, fingers tapping nervously on the remote.
You looked at him with an unamused glare. "Wonderful." You said, sarcastically, eyes rolling so hard you winced. "When did you come over?" You muttered.
Eddie's jaw tightened. "Last night." He said, eyes looking at the TV and avoiding you. "You didn't answer my calls."
"Didn't want to talk to you." You snapped.
Eddie huffed. "Yeah? How 'bout now?" He asked, eyes flicking to yours. "Wanna talk to me now? Because we need to talk."
You rolled your eyes, again. Eddie ground his jaw. Normally he'd give you a look of warning and you'd straighten up, the lingering threat of what would happen if you didn't between you two. Not now.
"About what?" You sighed, annoyed.
Eddie blinked at you. "You can't just..." He shook his head. "Baby, you can't just ignore me all night and not tell me where you're going or-"
"You knew where I was going." You snapped, venom dripping in your tone. "You're just mad I didn't cancel my plans for you. I don't do that, Eddie. When I say I'm going to do something, I actually do it."
"Oh?" Eddie's eyes shot up in feigned surprise. "Really? Because I remember you saying you would always call me before you went somewhere, so I would know where you were if something happened, right?" Eddie challenged. You shrunk slightly under his gaze, cheeks flaming. "Told me that... what? Almost two years ago?"
Your chest bubbled in anger, setting your coffee mug down so hard you were surprised it didn't shatter. "Like I said," You snarled. "You knew where I was going, when I was going, because you were supposed to go." You bit, watching his face fall slightly. "Before you got a better offer." You added.
Eddie's knee bounced. "Baby, I told you I was sorry-"
"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes again. "You always say you're sorry, and you'll make it up to me. Guess what, Eddie? Sex isn't always making it up to me. Sometimes I want to go out and just be us."
Eddie sighed. "Why haven't you said anything?" He asked, throwing his hands out.
"Why do I have to?" You shrilled, ignoring the throbbing in your head. "Why do I have to tell you I want to spend time with you?"
"I thought we were spending time together-"
"No, Eddie, God-" You huff, irritated. "All you ever do is hang out with your friends, and I have to tag along."
"What?" Eddie asked, defensively. "You don't like my friends? I thought you liked them!"
You gaped at him, blinking in disbelief. "You're such a fuckin' idiot, sometimes." You snapped, standing and stomping towards your room.
Eddie winced, heart sinking at your words. You were never mean like this, ever. Especially not to him.
"Hey," Eddie called, following you down the hall. You slammed the door in his face, satisfied with the way it rattled the walls. Eddie took a deep breath through his nose, opening the door. "You can't just walk away-"
"The fuck I can't." You hissed.
"Can you just talk to me like a normal person for a second?" Eddie huffed.
"I don't wanna talk to you." You spat, though it came out more petulant and pouty than you meant it to.
"Real mature." Eddie's eyes narrowed. "I'm trying to fix this, babydoll, and you actin' like a child isn't helping it."
"'M not actin' like a child." You muttered, blushing furiously down at your duvet.
You were so overwhelmed, angry, hurt from the night before. You didn't want to talk, especially when Eddie was talking to you like that. Chastising you like a baby, you hated it. You hated how it made you throb even more.
"You're not?" Eddie challenged, stepping closer to you. You shook your head, refusing to look at him. "Really? Because adults don't pout and throw a fit when they don't get their way. They talk and are civil."
"Oh, fuck off." You huffed, pushing his hand that was moving to grab your chin away. "You're such an asshole."
Eddie looked at you, scoffing slightly. "Fine, you know what, I can tell you're not gonna cooperate." He huffed, sitting on the bed beside you. "You don't want to talk like adults? Tell me your feelings without being mean and bratty? Fine." His large hands wrapped over your wrists.
Your eyes widened for a second, pulling back just slightly. "Wait-"
Eddie pulled you in one swift movement, face first over his lap, legs trapping yours. You gasped, your nose brushing with the duvet. "You wanna act like a child? I'll treat you like one." He pushed your t-shirt up, revealing your panties you'd slept in. Cheeky and high cut, pink cotton that had him drooling.
"Eddie, wait-"
You felt his palm crack down on your left cheek, stinging and hard. You yelped, back arching up, and hands pushing against the mattress when the second one hit.
"Don't you dare." Eddie growled, pulling you by your waist back onto his lap. He landed each searing swat onto your wriggling bottom, eyes trained on the way the flesh reddened, jiggling even as you clenched.
"Stop," You cried through grit teeth. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of making you cry so easily. You wiggled against his lap, his legs trapping yours, and you knew if you reached back he'd find something to tie your hands with.
"Eddie, stop!" You huffed, face pinching as the burn on your backside built, hotter and hotter, more uncomfortable. You could feel yourself getting wetter, too, and you hoped he wouldn't see.
Then again, his erection had been building on your tummy since the first spank.
"You ready to talk now, huh?" Eddie snapped, two thundering swats to the curve of your ass making you cry out. "Ready to stop being such a little brat? Stop being so mean?"
"Yes." You whined, hips wiggling when he hit close to your center. Your thighs clenched, cry strangled in your throat. He hit the same spot two more times, tears beginning to leak out of your eyes.
"You've been awfully mean today." Eddie tutted, yanking your panties up to expose your cheeks more. He saw the wet patch in your center. "Mean to me yesterday. And I still took care of you. Didn't I?"
Your lip wobbled, sniffling. Eddie pushed your arch of your back down, making your ass raise. He alternated his hand in quick successions that left you gasping, tears running down you cheeks.
"Ungrateful, little brat. Spoiled brat." Eddie snapped. You cried out, lurching forward, propped on your forearms on the duvet. "So spoiled, aren't you? Just a little spoiled brat."
You sobbed, face falling into your arms, rubbing your nose against them to soothe the burn. Eddie smirked, he got you where he wanted now. Now that you were crying and releasing your emotions in a way that wasn't hurling insults at him.
Eddie resorted to softer and softer smacks while you cried, deep sobs that left you limp across his lap. He stopped when you calmed, your hand lifting to meet his soft smacks against your ass, wiggling your hips so they were directed towards your center.
"Feel better now, don't you baby?" Eddie cooed mockingly. "Now that you've gotten it all out, aw."
You wanted to snap at him, but you were too far gone to care, grinding down onto his zipper for friction.
Eddie tsked, finger hooking around your panties and pulling them to the side. "Now, look at this." He hummed in feigned disappointment. His fingers ran through your sopping folds, little clicks filling the room. "I don't think you learned your lesson, baby."
You sniffled, eyes still watery, but you tilted your head back when he worked through your folds, fingertips barely grazing your clit. "I did..." You said breathlessly, voice high and whiny. "I promise."
"Hm," Eddie hummed, calloused fingers, still rough from playing the night before, sinking into your sopping hole. You moaned, arching in his lap. "I hope so." His hand soothed the hot skin of your abused ass, relishing in the little bruises and handprint marks that were raised.
"Otherwise, I'll have to do this," He smacked your ass hard, sharp, leaving you gasping. "Again."
You whimpered, hips grinding into his hand. Eddie smirked. "But I don't think that'll stop you, will it?" He asked, leaning towards your ear. "Think you like it too much, don't ya?"
You nodded, eyes fluttering shut at his pace. He could feel you clench, mewls and whines getting louder until you were clamping around him, shaking and gasping.
Eddie didn't give you time to recover, pushing you off his lap. He pulled down his jeans furiously, tossing his shirt over his head. "All fours, now." Eddie barked.
You scrambled in front of him, easing onto your hands and knees on shaky limbs. Eddie slapped your ass hard, reigniting the fire on your skin. "Ass up, baby, you know how I like it."
You dropped, presenting yourself to him the way he liked, back curving and arching in just the right way that made him crazy.
Eddie didn't warn you, pushing himself in all at once. You gasped, clawing the sheets at the stretch. Eddie didn't't give you time to adjust, pulling out and slamming into you, making you gasp, lurching forward into the sheets.
Eddie fucked you with an animalistic vigor, hands gripping your waist so hard you knew he'd leave bruises. Your breath was caught in your throat, every harsh stroke of him inside you was painfully pleasurable. He was abusing your g-spot, the squelches from your pussy mixed with the smacking of his balls against you filled the room.
"This all you needed, huh, brat?" Eddie grit, teeth ground as he drilled into you at the same punishing pace. "Needed me to- ah shit- fuck you to get you to be a good girl?"
You groaned, breathlessly and stuttering, eyes rolling back and legs shaking. You felt the pressure build deep in your belly, so close from your first orgasm.
Eddie thrusted in particularly hard, upwards in an angle that had you crying out, gripping the sheets. If he wouldn't have been holding you, you were sure you would've fallen over, legs wobbly and weak.
"You gonna cum?" Eddie asked, wrapping his hand around your hair. You moaned out in response. Eddie yanked your hair up, pulling you so you were flat against his chest, arm wrapping around your torso to keep you in place. "I asked you a question."
"Please, 'm gonna- oh!- 'm gonna cum..." You rambled, eyes rolling back as you teetered closer and closer.
Eddie snaked his hand down, thumb pressing into your throbbing clit. You cried out, legs shaking and giving out as you clenched around him, leaving a puddle underneath you.
Eddie sucked a deep breath in, jagged and controlled as you came down, letting you go so you fell into the soaked sheets. He put a hand on your back, other fisting himself furiously. "Stay right there," He groaned, head rolling back. "Fuck, gonna paint your little ass with my load. Fuck."
Hot spurts fell onto your abused ass, long ropes of cum landing on the two globes, even some shooting onto your lower back. Eddie groaned, muttering non-sense to himself while he released, toes curling and skin slapping with pleasure.
You could feel his labored breathing behind you, still trying to catch your own breath, thighs trebling and shaking. Eddie's chest heaved, reaching over to smear his cum into your reddened ass, delivering a final slap that had you yelping when he connected with the sensitive skin.
You could feel the wetness of the sheets under you, but you couldn't move, too far gone to care. Eddie ran a hand down your back, your hair, comforting even after such a rough scene. You heard him pad away to the bathroom, your face half in the duvet, mind a million miles away.
You weren't sure how long Eddie was gone before he returned, pulling you up gently, walking against him towards the bathroom, one hand protectively on your hip, the other rubbing your shoulder lightly.
He got into the bath first, helping you in after him. You hisses when the warm water touched your flaming ass, Eddie whispering apologies when you sank down in front of him. He pulled you into his chest, gently rubbing your muscles until you were more aware, eyes less glazed and distant.
"Hi, pretty baby," Eddie muttered into your sweat soaked hair, feeling you melt into his touch.
"Hi," You croaked, eyes closing when you nuzzled back into him, head on his shoulder.
He tilted your chin so you'd look back at him, wet hands stroking your cheek. Then he kissed you, long and deep and loving. The kind of kiss that left you feeling gooey and warm, heart spilling over.
"You feelin' ok?" Eddie asked, stroking a hand down your arm. "I didn't... I didn't go to hard did I?"
You shook your head. "No, baby, I promise." You muttered, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck. There was a moment, a pause that passed between the two of you. Guilt from this morning and last night flooded back into your chest. "'M really sorry." You muttered, eyes rounding when you looked up at him.
Eddie looked down at you. "For what?" He pressed.
You pouted slightly, nervously trailing your hands down his inked chest, tracing the tattoo on his pec with your finger. "For... For throwin' a fit last night and today." You admitted. "For being mean and-and not telling you how I felt."
Eddie's arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him in the tiny bath tub. "I just was worried about you, baby." Eddie admitted. "I don't want you to feel like I don't care about you or I don't want to spend time with you. I would be with you all the time if I could." He pressed his nose to yours, a small giggle falling from your lips.
You stayed close to him, looking up at him through half lidded eyes, hearing his heart beat in your ear, his hands on your waist. "Next time, just tell me, baby." Eddie said. "Tell me if you just want it to be us." He paused. "And I am sorry for cancelling on you. I-I should've-"
"Eddie, you couldn't turn that down. That was a big deal." You said softly. "I was just... I was frustrated and upset." You sighed. "I went with Nadia and Jordie anyways last night. They took care of me, but I should've let you know. I'm really sorry."
Eddie pressed a kiss into you, wet hand cupping the back of your head, you could feel water droplets falling down your back. "We're good, sweet girl, we're alright." Eddie said, and you felt yourself melt against him. "We'll do both better. I know we will."
You smiled, pressing soft, sweet kisses into his neck, nuzzling into his flushed skin. "And I'm gonna take you out tomorrow." Eddie muttered into your hair. "A real date. Me and you."
You hummed. "That'd be nice."
"Not just ordering food and fucking." Eddie smirked, looking down at you.
You cringed slightly, laughing against him. "I mean, I just said that in the moment." You grinned. "I would still like to go out, but... we should definitely fuck afterwards. I won't be opposed to that. If you wine and dine me properly beforehand. That's the only way I'll give it up." You teased with a little wink.
Eddie blushed, twisting his lips dramatically. "Hm, so I'll take you to the arcade and get you pizza there, and you'll let me fuck you in the van?" He said playfully. You laughed, vibrating against his chest making him grin. "Sounds like a date."
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Birthday
In which Harry has to have the last word... and a better present.
"There's my girl," he sings, a wide smile expeditiously appearing on his face, "my birthday girl."
Her smile is shy, which is ironic considering her outfit is lathered so dramatically in bright colors it could singlehandedly blind anyone within a 5 mile radius. Nonetheless though she skips over to Harry, wrapping her arms around his leg best she can.
Despite the animosity between the two of you and the not-so-subtle hard feelings, there's no fighting the smirk that creeps up on you when she squeals in amusement. Harry's got her in a cradle now, swinging her back and forth before sitting her on his hip. Their bond is so special and he's so effortlessly good with her. You almost forget how you were fighting the urge to throw a handful of plastic spoons at him under a minute ago.
"Can't believe you're turning fifty seven," he teases, "you're a little old lady!"
"M'turning five," she giggles, "still a baby!"
"What!" his dramatized gasp pulls a belly laugh right out of her, "mumma, is this th'tallest baby you've ever seen?!"
Your nod in agreement is emphatic as you pair it with a pretend shocked gasp, which only makes her laugh harder. She's squealing once Harry starts tickling under her chin; writhing sporadically in her spot on his hip as she's got nowhere to run to seek refuge. But eventually he relinquishes his grip after she begs for mercy, setting her back down on the floor before sending her off to check if any guests had began to trickle in.
On the counter he's placed two bags; both generously filled and near overflowing. His grip was so tight on the handles earlier he may have even lost feeling in his knuckles halfway on the walk to the front of the house.
"Did you get the candles?"
Now he's definitely lost feeling in his knuckles but not from carrying cheap plastic, but more-so because he's barely been 10 minutes in the house and you're already needling him.
"Candles?" his words come out in an annoyed exhale, "Y'never asked me about candles, (Y/N). If y'asked, I would've got them."
If he wasn't so well accustomed to the sound of it, he'd almost miss your exasperated groan as he started unpacking the shopping bags onto the kitchen counter.
It's obvious you're in a mood. He can tell by the tenseness in your stature and how frenetic you're moving around the kitchen island. Had you greeted him with a little more cordiality, he'd have complimented your over-achieving decoration execution. The house, inside and out, really looked beautiful.
"I did," you huff before undoing a package of paper napkins, "I asked you twice. Don't do that, Harry."
"Do what?"
"Berate me," you snap, "or tell me I didn't do something I know I did."
He throws his head back and lets out a long breath, "Y'don't even talk t'me on a good day, and now you're telling me y'asked me for candles? Like I'd forget candles for m'daughters birthday."
"Wouldn't be the first time you forgot something important."
"Oh fuck you f'that, really," you've managed to get him riled up in record time - a whopping 3 and a half minutes, "bloody unbelievable, you are, y'know?"
"Oh I am? Me - unbelievable?"
"I walk in and immediately it's th'bitching and the-"
Honestly he could drag on and on if time permitted. Once he gets going he finds it hard to bring it to a full stop. And usually, these arguments tend to get drawn out for that exact reason. He's promptly interrupted though when he hears a soft clicking of shoes and a familiar little voice roam in from the kitchen archway.
There's no need for him to turn around to see who it is. And she knows better by now than to say anything. Since the fighting initially became a household staple she's gotten pretty skilled in hallway loitering and incognito eavesdropping. How much she's already heard is unclear, but he's gonna table the conversation for now and act like it never happened. So are you.
"My friends are here!"
Sometimes it feels kind of like having an entirely separate identity. You often find yourself wondering if Harry ever feels the same way. When angel baby is around, it's kind of like switching off a light or getting caught doing something you shouldn't be. Because when she spawns in the room mid-argument, the energy shifts and you find yourself smiling a little too hard and over-compensating a bit too much.
And when she leaves, it's right back to the regular scheduled programming. You don't remember exactly when the turning point was that resulted in this; neither of you being able to stomach looking at the other, constantly arguing, going jab for jab, saying the worst thing that comes to mind out of spite or with the goal of tearing each other down.
"Not done talking about this," it's just like Harry to try and have the last word as he follows angel baby out of the room, "can y'table it for her birthday? Can y'manage that?"
It was an intentionally halfway-out-of-the-room delivered line, largely so you'd have no time to quip back at him with a snide comment or off-color remark. Because as soon as you follow him out to say something in rebuttal, you're stepping into an influx of people holding different-sized gifts in the middle of the front entrance.
It's almost like he's challenging you. Of course you can table it.
At least, you thought you could table it.
It's so irritating how easy it is for him to compartmentalize. It doesn't phase him at all that you were at each other's throats earlier. At least that's how it comes across in the way he seamlessly works the room; all cool and convivial with the inviting hugs and enthusiastic small talk. More likely than not, he's carved out 5 minutes for each guest tenfold. Whether it's an act or not, it really gets under your skin.
"Here petal," Harry encourages eagerly, handing an oversized professionally wrapped gift, "s'from me."
She's sat in an awkwardly shaped circle alongside a couple friends from school, giggling as Harry places the box in front of her. Her eyes light up merely at the size of it. The box itself is almost as tall as she is, and what 5 year old wouldn't gawk at a lavish gift that towers over them when sitting down. It was arguably the most predictable move right out of the 'separated parents' playbook.
"Had to get the biggest one, right?"
Beside you he stands, phone up to record as he watches angel baby rip the once perfect wrapping paper completely to pieces. For a second you think he doesn't hear you. In fact, he doesn't even bat an eye at the remark you just made beneath your breath.
"S'a birthday gift... fo' her birthday," and he says it through gritted teeth and a pompous smile, "but g'on and make it about you, if you'd like."
"Think you've got that bit covered," you nod slowly in rhetoric in attempt to depict this conversation as passive, "you know, trying to outdo me with a splashy gift and all."
Unbeknownst to you, angel baby's eyes are training your lips with every word that falls from them. Stood in a box in front of her is the set outdoor doll house she'd been pining for as of late. And she doesn't seem to care. She pays no attention to it at all, even when the chorus of ooing and ahhing erupts from her intimate circle of friends and their parents. The facade of casual conversation between you and Harry has completely vacated, it's obvious in how the bickering has become more hushed and the vein on Harry's forehead begun peeking out.
You're fighting on her birthday and she's noticed. The topic that's gotten you both so hot is a mystery to her, but that doesn't keep her from trying to conjure up an answer. Even right now she's thinking about it, as Anne places a beautifully decorated sheet cake down in front of her at the patio table. The number 5 stands firmly in the middle, romantically adorned by sporadically placed individual flames dancing all around it as everyone sings happy birthday off key.
"Ok lovie," Harry cheers, "g'head 'n make a big wish!"
Both of her hands press flatly on the table, propping her up a good amount as she teeters on her chair so that she's appropriately hovering over the cake. Leaning in to grab a photo, she smiles sweetly before closing her eyes. If she's gonna make a birthday wish, she wants it to be good. She wants it to actually come true.
"I wish," and she pauses to adjust the flower crown that's lopsided on her head, "that mommy and daddy didn't hate each other."
When the words spill from her lips before she leans in to blow out her candles, your complexion goes ghost-white. And Harry thinks he might be sick.
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écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | part two.
kylian mbappé x f! reader.
saw this edit on tiktok by strkvoid!!! they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.
y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.
read part one first.
read finale.
“and then, he says he’ll call me in the morning. like what?”
y/n got home later that night and the first thing she did was call her friend to tell her of the events that went down.
“y/n, relax. i don’t know why you’re thinking so hard when it’s crystal clear.” y/n friend says.
“what’s crystal clear?” y/n asks.
y/n hears a deep sigh over the phone.
“you are such a idiot. it’s clear that he likes you, y/n! he’s interested in you.”
“but, i am his personal assistant. that can’t happen, he can’t be interested in me. do you want me to lose my job? i know i don’t.” y/n whines.
“i don’t know about you, but no regular boss does that to someone he only sees as a worker. an assistant… i’m just saying, if i were in your position, i’d be thinking of things to do when i become a wag.”
“shut up! i am not going to be a wag, i cannot stand you. plus, he literally hates me.” y/n rebuttals.
“again y/n, let’s use our brains. didn’t he say he had a reason. he was flirting with you and you think it’s nothing! you better go to his house tomorrow to find the answer.”
“okay, mom. you better be right about this.” y/n accepts in defeat because her friend is making a great point.
“mhm. i’m so tired, go to sleep y/n.”
“goodnight.” y/n says before hanging up.
you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s 8am.
‘who’s calling me at this time.’ you think to yourself.
still halfway asleep, you answer groggily.
“hello, who’s this?”
“waouh, j'ai mal. pourquoi mon numéro n'est pas enregistré? (wow, i am hurt. why is my number not saved?)”
fuck.
hearing the voice of the caller, you fully wake up immediately.
“no, no, kylian. i do have your number saved, i just, you just woke me up and i was still asleep, so i, i just answered the phone without lookin-“
“relax, i’m just joking. bonjour, y/n.”
even if it was way too early, kylian’s voice being the first thing you heard after waking up; it had to be the best thing ever.
“bonjour kylian, comment vas-tu? quelque chose est arrivé? (hello kylian, how are you? did something happen?)” you greet him back.
“no, nothing happened. i told you i would call you in the morning. i wanted to inform you that i decided to take a day off. so, you also have a day off.” he says.
“oh okay, is that all?” you ask.
“yes, that’s all. i’m outside of your building, get dressed and come down.”
you immediately sit up, removing the sheet off of yourself.
“what?! how are you? why are you…? you know what. didn’t you say today was my day off?” you question, confused.
“who said you’d be working? just come downstairs.” he says before hanging up the phone.
you calmly set your phone aside, before picking up a pillow, holding it up to your face and screaming in frustration.
you didn’t know what you were expecting, it sure as hell wasn’t that.
you hop in the shower and get dressed, wearing a black crop top, with black oversized cargo pants and panda nike dunks. you do a quick hairstyle and no-makeup makeup look before rushing downstairs.
it was a bit chilly in paris today, and you forgot to grab your coat before leaving the house.
you got downstairs but didn’t see the usual all-black van with extra dark tinted windows. it’s the car most celebrities drive in.
‘i thought he said he was outside…?’ you wonder, the wind making you shiver a bit.
you were about to pull out your phone to call him, when a red ferrari 488 pista pulls into the driveway.
the windows were tinted so you couldn’t tell who it was.
till the driver stepped out the car.
it was kylian. and, kylian looked so good.
he was wearing black airforce ones, cargo pants that cuffed at the ankles, a black shirt, with a light brown leather jacket.
you saw him outside of his practice uniform, it was usually athletic clothing, like a nike tech.
but, this?
he was all dressed up, and looked so nice.
“hello, y/n. over here! i knew you’d take a little while so i decided to get us something hot to drink in the meantime.” he said waving.
you walk up to kylian.
“this is yours? you’re so fancy.” you say in a teasing tone, running your index finger along the shiny exterior.
“yeah and rich.” he says confidently. he had his elbow propped up against the car door.
“whatever, you’re just kylian the crybaby in my eyes.” you scoff jokingly.
“don’t get too comfortable, miss y/l/n. i’m still your boss.” he says in a warning tone, of course, joking.
“you’re right. i don’t wanna go back to getting mean mugged all day for no reason.” you say, leaning against the car, crossing your arms.
“you know, you still have to explain to me why i deserved that.” you continue.
kylian just looks at you, up and down.
“where’s your coat? didn’t you know it’d be a bit chilly today? you look like you’re freezing.” he asks.
“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.” y/n says, a little disappointed.
kylian’s pov:
“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.”
there she goes with the unintentional pouting again, she just doesn’t know how cute she is.
on top of that, she had the nerve to dress so simple yet look so stunning.
he began to take off his jacket.
“what are you doing?” the woman in front of him questions.
“what does it look like i’m doing, cher?” he says trying to hand over the jacket to her.
y/n looked at the jacket, then looked at kylian.
‘please don’t be difficult.’ he hopes to himself
“i’m not wearing it.” y/n says before turning around, making her way the the passenger side.
he follows behind.
“yes, you are. you’re going to wear it.”
she reached to open the door, kylian quickly maneuvered in front and opened it for her.
“i’m going to make sure you won’t have to touch any door when with me.” he says to her, he didn’t realize how close they were to each other.
y/n’s pov:
he always does this. these small moments where they’re saying so much, yet so little.
her heart was beating, fast. abnormally fast.
after an intense stare down, y/n complies.
“fine, give me your stinky jacket.”
“stinky? you’re childish. i could never stink and you know that.” kylian says smirking as y/n slides on the jacket.
“he swears he’s all that and a bag of chips.” mumbles to herself.
“huh, what was that?” he says.
“nothing, what’s the plan for today?” you question, entering the car, kylian made sure you were properly seated, before closing the door for her and jogging to the driver’s seat.
“put your seatbelt on and here, this is for you. i got you some ginger-lemon tea. it tastes amazing.” he says pointing to the cup holder.
you thank him as he starts the car.
you sip on the tea, as you look out the window. you still didn’t know what the plan was today, but, obviously you weren’t gonna ask anymore questions because he wasn’t going to answer anyway.
it’s quiet, extremely quiet. but, it isn’t awkward, it’s quite nice.
why does the world suddenly slow down when i’m with my boss?
it’s ten minutes into the drive and kylian break the silence.
“earlier, you asked me what’s the plan. today’s plan is i’m taking you shopping.”
you choke on your drink.
“no.” you say after clearing your throat.
“no?” kylian questions, taking his eye off the road for a second to analyze your face.
“but, why?”
“why? just because.” kylian answers.
“you’re lying.” you shoot at him.
“yes, i am.” he shoots back.
kylian’s pov:
“what’s your deal?” she questions him.
“i can’t treat my assistant out to some shopping?” he says.
obviously, this isn’t normal. but, he likes y/n. he’s accepted that.
he still feels bad about the way he treated her.
he wants her.
“you’re not fooling anyone. i see right through you, mr. mbappé.” she scoffs.
“it’s kylian.” he replies, smirking.
they spent most of the day together at an extremely fancy mall in the heart of paris. places where only the elite shop: athletes, models, actors. so, the two didn’t need any security or had to worry about running into fans and paparazzi. it was just the two of them.
or at least they thought.
it was around 12 o’clock when they finished going through every store.
kylian bought y/n too many things.
when they first made it there, y/n refused to even set her eyes on anything in the shops because they were insanely expensive.
“we aren’t leaving here till you buy at least three items, please, i wanna do this for you. buy whatever you please.” kylian says to y/n.
y/n sighs before accepting it, she was grateful but she didn’t wanna use his money.
a few stores later, she lets kylian purchase exactly three things for her: christian louboutin so kate red bottoms, jacquemus asymmetric draped midi dress, and the chanel classic double flap bag.
the whole time kylian couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. he felt so happy, seeing y/n wear his leather jacket and him paying for anything that grabbed her attention.
they were making their way back to the car. kylian holding the bags.
“11.9K, not bad.” kylian says humorously.
“stop it, i will literally turn us back around and go return everything.” y/n says, still feeling a little bad for letting him spend that much.
he laughs.
“seriously, thank you, kylian. i’ll make sure to work over time to pay you back.” y/n says observing his face. if y/n had to choose her favorite part of kylian, it’d probably be his eyes. they were beautiful. big and clear. or his personality, he said so much, even when saying little. he had amazing comedic timing.
“pay me back? i offered to do this for you. i wanted to do it. i don’t expect to receive anything back.”
okay. she couldn’t deny it anymore. since day one, y/n was attracted to kylian. no doubt. he’s smart, he’s talented, he’s strong minded, with a strong heart. he’s an inspiration.
she smiled big, opening her arms to engulf kylian into a hug.
it obviously took him by surprise as he stumbled back. but, tried his best to hug her back with the bags in his hands.
they hug for a lengthy time. taking in each other’s warmth, shuffling from side to side. kylian smelled amazing, like a smoky, deep aroma.
y/n backed up, still at a close proximity with both hands on his shoulders.
“thank you, a million times. are you hungry? let’s go to your house. i’ll make you something very good to eat. c’mon.” you say, intertwining your hands with kylian’s sorta dragging him to the car.
you felt like you were in primary school again, having a stupid little crush and being all excited over it.
you two arrived to his penthouse. even if you were here the day before, you were still amazed at the beauty of his apartment.
you handed kylian back his coat, thanking him once more for letting you hold onto it this morning.
“i’ll set these down over here for you.” kylian says, referring to the shopping bag.
you hummed in response. making your way to the kitchen. looking through the fridge and cabinets to see what you’d be able to make.
kylian made his way to the kitchen island and took a seat there, watching you.
you turn around, “how does oven baked chicken and rice sound?”
“good. is there any way i can help?” he asks.
“mmm… no. just sit there and look pretty.”
“you think i’m pretty?”
“go to your room, kylian.”
“you said it, can’t take it back.”
“leave the kitchen, right now. go watch tv or something. the food won’t take long.” you say, shoo-ing him away. he laughs before getting up, plopping himself on the couch and turning on some tv.
he’s always laughing, loud and goofy.
you like it.
it was now 1 o’clock.
the food was ready. this time, two plates and two empty glass cups were set on the island.
“kylian, the food is ready, come eat!” you call out.
he gets up immediately and makes his way to to kitchen.
you see him approach with wide eyes, each second he gets closer, he gets even more amazed at the food.
“you don’t know how hungry i was, smelling the food didn’t help me much either. seeing it up close, is even better. how can you cook so well? i could kiss you right now.” he says enthusiastically, sitting down on the stool chair.
what did he say???
“ok, kiss me, what’s stopping you?” you chuckle, you were joking, but, serious. there was some seriousness in that sentence.
kylian looked up from the food fast, you could tell by his expression he wasn’t expecting you to say that.
“i’m just kidding. oh my gosh. you look like you were about to catch a heart attack, kissing me wouldn’t be that bad, you know.” you say playfully.
“anyways, what would you like to drink? water or orange juice. those are literally the only drinks you have in your fridge.” you ask, changing the subject.
“water would be fine, thank you.” you pour water into the two glass cups. you put the water back into the fridge and make your way around the island to sit next to kylian.
you two eat, sometimes occasionally staring at one another, and laughing when eye contact is made.
again, it’s nice.
you set your utensil down, sipping on some of the water before starting conversation.
“oh yeah, you told me you’d tell me why you treated me that way. i feel like now is the perfect time.”
he looks up, chewing the remaining food—wiping his mouth with some paper before sighing.
“yea i did tell you i would, it’s a long story but i’ll shorten it for you.”
it’s quiet, he looks to be deep in his thoughts. he looks hurt?
he begins, “i had a personal assistant before you. i got along with him very well. i thought we were buddies, we hung out like friends. multiple articles began coming out, stuff like ‘people close to young football prodigy reveals his terrible attitude and large ego.’ my manager and i thought it was just press doing their thing for some clicks and views. till more personal information of mine began to spread.”
he stops, sighing hard again.
“i just don’t know what i did for him to do that… we found out it was my assistant spreading rumors about me. things that were untrue, he got paid to fabricate stories. it really ruined my reputation. and it messed with me, i thought i had a genuine friendship with the guy.”
you pat and rub kylian on the back.
“oh, kylian. i’m so sorry.”
he looks you in the eye.
“no, y/n. i’m sorry. when i got the news of me getting a new personal assistant, i didn’t like the idea of it at all. i didn’t wanna have to deal with something like that again. so to make sure history wouldn’t repeat itself, i was awful to you. to see if you’d ‘rat me out’ to those gossip blogs. and i feel terrible, because you’re so sweet.”
you take his hands into yours.
“i forgive you.” you say, smiling sweetly at the man next to you.
he smiled, radiantly.
“thank you, y/n.”
“no problem, now, if you’re done, let me put your dish in the sink and go sit on the couch. i’ll cheer you up.” y/n says, gently removing her hand from kylian’s while getting up.
he listens, making his way to the couch.
kylian’s pov:
‘she’s perfect. she’s the one for me and she just doesn’t know it yet. i don’t care if she’s my personal assistant, i don’t want to be her friend. i want her.’ kylian thinks to himself while sitting on the couch. the only thing making noise is his mind and the water running as y/n clean the dishes.
y/n’s so patient and polite with him. he wants to build a healthy relationship with her.
his mind was making so much noise that he didn’t register that the girl on his mind, was seated next to him. staring at him.
“are you alright, mbappé?”
“hm? yes, yes i’m fine, y/l/n. so, how are you gonna cheer me up?” he responds.
“i’m gonna put on the dress you got for me, for you.”
‘i have got to be the luckiest man on earth.’ he thinks.
he’s rendered speechless. he didn’t know what to say so he just nods.
he watches y/n grab the bag and make her way to the bathroom.
for some reason, he’s nervous.
‘you’re acting like a virgin right now, loosen up.
you bastard, i am not acting like a virgin.
you sure are.
no i’m not. i am kylian mbappé. virgin who-‘ he says arguing with his consciousness.
he sees her walk out the bathroom.
y/n is the most beautiful person kylian has ever set his eyes on.
he sees she’s shy, kinda reserved as she walks towards him with a small smile on her lips.
“so, do you like it?
‘what sort of question is that?’ he wonders.
“do i like it, y/n? i love it. it hugs you in all the right places.”
he sees her blush.
“you’re cute, y/n. behind all that fiesta girl act you put up, you’re a little sweetheart.” he says, trying to get her to blush more.
it works as her smile beams.
he quickly grabs the remote, going on youtube and typing in a song.
he clicks on the video and the song begins, lyrics filling up the room.
‘j’ai pas fait semblant, j’te jure.’
he makes eye contact with her, smirking.
“it’s our song.” y/n says.
“yes, our song. come here, let’s dance. you look gorgeous.” he says, getting up.
they slowly close in on each other, shy giggles being shared. soft touches being placed.
‘partir, venir, mourir, courir.’
kylian has his hands wrapped around y/n’s waist, y/n’s arm around kylian’s neck. they weren’t making eye contact, but, they were pressed up against each other. in a tight hug as they swayed to the beat.
‘je te dirai que je t’aime.’
kylian lifts his face from the curve in your neck.
“you smell so good.” he whispers in your ear.
a feeling in your stomach began to tumble in at the breathlessness of his voice.
at that time, nothing mattered to the neither of you. forgetting that kylian’s your boss and you’re his personal assistant.
you look at him.
eyes connecting, like always.
“mhm?” you say, looking back into his eyes.
“oui.”
you two just look into each other’s eyes, then at each other’s lips, before the eyes again. their song playing in the back.
at the same time, you two lean in.
‘tais toi, écoute chérie. j’ai pas le temps.’
your lips meet.
one word to describe it: euphoric.
it was intense, but, soft and short. like the feelings they started growing for each other in such a short time.
they pulled back at once, they’re always connected, in sync with each other.
‘courir, partir, venir, mourir.’
kylian is the first to dive back into the kiss with more passion. y/n reciprocated it back. it’s like craving a sweet caramel candy, knowing you shouldn’t eat it because of cavities.
it feels so right, though.
his hands went lower, lightly gripping your bottom before caressing it.
“wait, kylian.” you say backing up from the kiss.
“is everything ok?” he asks concerned, backing up from you to give you space.
“c'était parfait. (it was perfect.)” you answer.
“but, this isn’t right. i’m your personal assistant, kylian.” you continue.
“so? i don’t care about that, obviously. i know this is a drastic change, but i want there to be an us. i’ve been attracted to you since the day i saw you in the psg office. i really wish we could’ve met under better circumstances, but, i still wanna get to know you. we can move at your pace.” he explains, getting closer to you, placing his hand around your waist again.
y/n thinks about it.
‘écoute chérie, c’est maintenant.’
she looks into the eyes of the boy who’s on her mind, all the time.
“i do have a tiny crush on you, sir. we’ll work this out, right?”
“yes, we will.” kylian says, landing his lips onto y/n’s.
a/n (author’s note):
y’all the clutch for this was insaneee, i was so motivated thanks to the kindness i received from dropping écoute chérie part one. i hopeeee y’all enjoy this, it was so fun to write. it’s not completely revised as of rn so if u see any mistakes, it should be fixed in short time. as the saying goes… it’s calm before the storm. ecouté chérie part three is on the way! thank u for reading <333
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suspenders: on ao3 here.
2011.
A wolf whistle stopped Carlisle mid-step as he walked down the second-floor hallway.
“Someone’s getting lucky,” Emmett sang, his signature heavy footsteps coming up quickly behind Carlisle.
“That is the hope,” Carlisle said quietly, eyes fixed on his freshly shined shoes, mindlessly twisting his wedding band.
“I’d fuck you,” Emmett chuckled, his strong hand briefly landing on Carlisle’s shoulder as he used the leverage to push himself forward.
Carlisle’s brows furrowed as he looked over at the young man. “If you were a woman and my wife, of course?”
“Don’t be weird. I’d do it as me,” Emmett frowned as if Carlisle was broaching the confines of their relationship with his suggestion.
“Oh, thank you?”
“Anytime, Buddy,” Emmett elbowed Carlisle’s arm as the two began to resume their walk down the hall. “She’s been gone what, a month right?”
“Two months, three weeks, and six days,” Carlisle responded a second too quickly to seem normal.
His wife had been offered the opportunity of a lifetime, lead designer and contractor of a historic restoration project. The original architect had been one she had admired for nearly a century, and the chance to fully restore his work had been one she under no circumstances could refuse, even if the project required her to live on-site.
“Not that you’ve been counting,” Emmett chuckled.
“Of course not. I support my wife in all her endeavors, even the ones that require her to live in a different country for two months, three weeks, six days, and seventeen hours.” “That was almost believable,” Emmet said as they reached the staircase.
“Good, I’ve been practicing.”
“Have fun,” Emmett grinned, punching Carlisle’s arm one last time, before jumping over the railing onto the first floor — an act he was strictly prohibited from doing while Esme was home — and bounding out the front door.
Carlisle made his way down the stairs in a dignified manner, futzing with the drape of his sweater as he walked. He stopped in the first-floor foyer, examining his reflection in the entryway mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair once, twice, a third time. The lock at the front of his hair refused to stay gelled back, stubbornly falling on his forehead. His wife once remarked it made him look like ‘Clark Kent’s’ alter ego, he thought it made him look like a bum.
“Someone’s dressed up,” Rosalie said from the living room.
“Do I look alright?” Carlisle asked, turning to face her, holding his arms out at either side.
“Better than you usually do, but that’s not saying much,” she said from her spot on the couch. A disassembled speaker lay on the coffee table in front of her. A soldering iron in her hand as she pieced two parts back together.
“You know some people do find me half-decent looking.”
“I am painfully aware. You forget Esme and I are friends,” she sighed, turning her attention back to her project.
Carlisle took the move as a sign the conversation was over and turned back to the entryway mirror. His focus was fixed on his tie this time. It was light blue floral silk. Esme had bought it on one of their first trips to Paris, remarking it complimented his eyes.
“Speaking of Esme,” Rosalie said, dropping her voice so the rest of the house could not hear her unless listening intently, “did you know she enjoys a high-waisted pant?”
“Does she? I feel as if most of her pants have a reasonable - Oh, you are referring to my trousers.”
“I did not say that,” Rosalie said but he could see in the mirror she was nodding her head. “I did not say she thinks a pant like you used to wear in the thirties are becoming or quote accentuates your hips.”
“Good to know,” Carlisle said, turning to walk back up the stairs, appearing to be nonchalant. “On other news, I believe I forgot something upstairs.”
He was halfway down the hall when Rosalie quietly called after him, “Suspenders.”
“Suspenders?”
“Yes, but wear something over them.”
“Thank you,” Carlisle said, resuming his walk toward his bedroom.
“I didn’t tell you that.”
“Of course not.”
Once in his bedroom he fetched a pair of dark brown high-waisted wool trousers from the very back of his closet and tried them on. He examined himself in the floor-length mirror, turning and posing. He supposed they did accentuate his hips. Was that a good thing? He clipped on a pair of suspenders and slipped a slate blue sweater over the ensemble. With one more glance in the mirror, he admitted he did look better.
He switched the pants he had previously neatly tucked in his duffel bag for two pairs of high-waisted trousers that he had not worn since 1974 when Alice broke the news they were dreadfully out of style. Another set of suspenders was thrown in the bag, just in case.
Truthfully he did not need to primp as if he was courting her again. His wife would surely arrive at the private airpark smelling of construction crews and latex-based paint, in a pair of dusty stained coveralls. Yet, there was something exhilarating about the preparation, a giddiness similar to the first time he asked her to accompany him on a hunt. As close to a date as they could manage back in those days. Hopefully she still found him as charming.
Two at a time he made his way back down the stairs. He looked over to the entryway mirror one last time, running his hands through his hair, brushing the lock of hair back, it promptly fell when he removed his hand. With a sigh, he turned away from his reflection.
Before leaving he popped his head into the living room doorway, Rosalie had been joined by Edward, Renesmee, Alice, and Bella. Bella and Edward were tucked into an armchair reading from the same book. Alice was scrolling on her laptop. Renesmee sitting on the couch next to Rosalie, picking up a piece of the speaker turning it over in her hands, and then putting them back in the wrong place on the table.
“I’m off to the airport,” Carlisle said. “We will be back soon. Do not burn down the house, please.”
“Can I go with you?” Renesmee pleaded in a manner that was not age-appropriate, but he suspected was a result of being raised by nine adults she had wrapped around her finger.
“Yet again, no you may not,” Carlisle said.
“Why not?”
“Because I said so.”
“Ugh,” Ness groaned, slumping in her seat. “I haven’t seen Grandma in months. I have so much to tell her.”
“I assure you she will want to hear every detail when we’re back in a week.”
“A whole week?” Edward asked quietly, looking up from the book he and Bella were reading.
’You have absolutely no room to talk. How many times I have served as a babysitter?’ Carlisle thought with a raised brow.
Edward nodded in concession, pressing his lips together as he returned his attention to the book in his wife’s hands.
“This outfit of yours is awful,” Alice complained. “Why do you never wear anything I buy you?”
“Your last purchase was a lobster-patterned three-piece suit,” Carlisle said.
“It was nautical.”
“I think he looks fine,” Rosalie said, glancing up briefly.
“That’s quite a compliment, coming from her,” Edward teased.
“Thank you, Rosalie,” Carlisle said, picking his keys up from the entryway rack, and opening the front door. “Goodbye, don’t cause any chaos, please. And if you do… I am begging you, don’t call.”
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bad day
eddie munson x f!y/n
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you thought you were getting over the anxiety, bad dreams, the panic attacks. but you find even just a bad day can let it all flood back.
contains: established relationship, soft!eddie, angst, vol2 spoilers/rewrite, living together
tw: ptsd, flashbacks, cursing, anger struggle, trauma, anxiety/panic attacks, mental health struggle, pet names
a/n: takes place not too long after the end of vol2, eddie is very much alive thanks to you but with significant impact to your mental well-being after what you went through to get him out.
disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online.
You mutter, hot and spat, under your breath as you fumble with your purse and keys and a book you’d brought to work, a few papers you had to bring home with you ruffling in the breeze. Your stride is swift and hurried as you cross the parking lot to your junked up vehicle, but halfway to it the book slips from its cover and falls to the ground. Without something to hold the papers against they flutter and get pulled from your hand by a particularly mischievous gust of wind, carried away by it. The keyring clatters to the pavement as well, and you’re left stunned in place as your bag hangs off your wrist.
Something, vile, rises in your chest. Something very feral and very anxious, something you haven’t felt in a while now, as you suddenly feel like control is being taken away from you.
I just dropped some stuff… it’s fine… why am I getting so angry..??
A long, soft inhale as you close your eyes and count — that’s what Eds had said, right? — close your eyes and count till you feel it shrink.
You get to thirty and it only grows a little, and with an impatient growl you roll your eyes and stoop to pick up the book and keys. The papers, you decide, are a lost cause. You physically cannot bring yourself to walk all across the lot to collect them, instead walking right over a page on your continued way to the car. You open the door, throw everything into the passenger seat, and drop into the driver’s with a huff.
You start the car…
You, try, starting the car…
The car chugs and chugs, sputtering as you grip the keys with ferocity and turn the car on…
The car does not turn on.
You throw your head back and scream.
You just want to go home.
This morning hadn’t been so bad — you’d spilled some coffee, sure, maybe forgot to get the usual goodbye kiss from a sleeping Eddie before rushing out the door. You’d stubbed a toe and bumped into a door on your way in, of course you did, you were rushing and twenty minutes late.
Why am I getting so angry..??
You find yourself back inside your place of work, from which you had been desperately trying to flee the entire day. You find yourself asking for a ride home from, that coworker.
“What,” he begins, and you slowly close your eyes and sag a bit. “Don’t know how to start a car??” He smacks a surface and busts into laughter at his own poor joke, before giving you a look of ‘what’s your problem?’ when you just stand there with your eyes closed.
“Jeff,” you say very softly, eyes open again but lidded and tired and unemotional. “Can you give me a ride or not?”
“Awww, c’mon,” he chortles and leans in.
Oh. You want to hurt his face so badly.
“Let’s hear the magic woooord~!”
There’s a beat, and then, it happens! He's done it! You grin! You laugh and chuckle and nod and toss your head back in hearty laughter before bringing your forehead forward with mighty purpose, grinning maniacally as you connect it with his nose, with a crack with a pop with a sob and blood begins gushing from Jeff’s nose all down his shirt as he cries and cries and—
“Weeeeell??” He coos, still sporting that stupid fucking smile.
You’re lifted from your daydream and just stare at him a moment, weighing the options in your head, you stare at him and he starts to get a little confused with your silence, before you turn quick on your heel and throw up a little two-fingered ‘peace-out.’
“Nevermind,” you say flatly. “I’ll walk.”
And you walk.
You could call someone, ask for a ride. But something in you seems to almost search for something new to be upset about, something you can let your frustration latch onto, for it to have a purpose.
It’s dark by the time you reach the trailer park, the streetlamps on and shedding their warm light over you as you breathe heavily and walk with fast steps, your things gathered in your arms from your car. You mutter and grumble and curse the whole way, pursing your lips as you speed up with purpose when you spot yours and Eddie’s trailer.
He must’ve been watching for you, because when you’re a few feet from the porch the door swings open and he rushes out, eyes wide and hands held up and open questioningly.
“There you are, wha— where’ve you been I’ve been calling your work and Nancy’s and—“
“Eds — please — don’t touch me right now,” are your first words to him, breathless, as you hold up hands as well, but they’re defensive and stop him in his tracks before he can come any closer. You avoid looking up, seeing his reaction to what you say, as you breeze past him and simply drop everything onto the counter in the kitchen inside. You clutch the edge of the surface and straighten your arms, leaning on them as you catch your breath from the long walk.
When you ask him not to touch you Eddie immediately goes quiet and lowers his hands a bit, watches you leave a foot of space between the two of you as you swerve around him and inside. He is anything but hurt, instead concern striking something in his heart as he turns and watches you for a second, closing the door slowly, quietly, behind him, as you try to settle and collect yourself. He can see you tremble, even though you hadn’t noticed it he could see the flyaway hairs practically vibrating even with the door closed and no airflow. The way your clothes seemed to buzz on you, following your arms down to the white-knuckle grip you had on the counter where your very muscles seemed to be unable to drop that strained tension.
“y/n?” He says very softly, tilting his head a little.
You let your head drop, hair falling around your face.
“Eddie. I just had a bad day. It’s fine,” your voice is flat and cool enough to make him shiver a little.
He’d seen you shut down before, it wasn’t anything new to him, but it had always been for good reason. And, the last reason had been… well. It had been more than reasonable at the time, but now it had him incredibly worried and confused.
It hadn’t been the first time you’d said that to him either, asking him not to touch you. He couldn’t drop that bit, couldn’t stop hearing it in his head. The way you’d said it the first time. Curled into yourself and backed against the wall, watching with weeping eyes, while he was grinning in his hospital bed trying to beckon you closer.
“y/n it’s okay, I’m okay — please just… Please come he—“
“Please, don’t touch me right now,” you’d managed to whimper out, brows knitting tighter and more tears falling as it visibly made him stutter a bit, hand hesitating in the air wanting to reach further for you but faltering at your request. He withdrew it back into his lap but kept watching you, grin since faded and replaced with that look he had now, in the trailer — that broken-hearted concern.
Eddie rubs the back of his neck as he keeps watching you in the kitchen, trying to physically remove those thoughts from his mind, trying not to crowd you but wanting to be near so he could make sure you were okay. He wanted to obey your request but he also wanted — so badly — to take those few steps to you and pull you tight into his arms.
“y/n,” he says again, still softly, but trying to get you to look at him, to look up, to let him see where it hurt so he could make it better, even though he knew there wasn’t much that would help right now.
“y/n, c’mon… please, talk to me,” he keeps his voice so gentle and level and it makes your shoulders slump a little.
When you don’t react he takes a step forward, “baby, please…” still no reaction, so he steps forward again, just outside the kitchen now. He could reach out and hold your hand, but he knows it won’t help unless you want him to.
“I’m- I’m here. You can talk to me. Just…” Eddie’s voice cracks a little, “just, please. Please don’t shut me out again…”
Your whole body is shivering, trembling as you keep your grounding death grip on the counter.
You feel like you’re back there again. Back in the upside down. You can't stop or block the whirlwind that carries your mind miles and miles away.
It’s so vivid it chokes you. You can feel it. You can feel the burning ferocity of your effort as you drag Eddie’s limp body back to the upside down version of Wayne’s trailer, back to the mini gate, Dustin wailing as he tries but can’t, tries so so hard to help but he’s sobbing desperately and it makes you so so deeply angry that he’s already mourning Eddie. Your throat is raw from screaming but you keep screaming anyway,
“DUSTIN PLEASE!!! PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!” You don’t cry, you can’t, but you scream and wail and shriek with the effort of it.
You feel powerless.
You have no control.
Your boyfriend is bleeding out and there’s nothing you can do about it but scream and pull.
Something feral and anxious in your chest.
Why am I getting so angry..??
Eddie has to physically pull you from yourself, pull you from that dark room in your head, ground and tether you to reality as he finally grabs your wrists with the tenderest of touches, pulls carefully, gently on your hands till they are removed from the counter.
“Hey hey hey hey,” he says quickly, anxiously. Why is he breathing so fast.
His big brown eyes are right in front of yours so they’re the only things you need to focus on, they’re wide — why are they so wide — and skipping between yours, searching in you to find the rest of your mind and bring it forth from where it dwelled in the depths.
“Okay, okay, slow deep-deep breaths. Deep in, 2 - 3 - 4, deep out 2 - 3 - 4 , just like that. In, 2 - 3 - 4, and out 2 - 3 - 4...”
As you attempt to follow his instructions you realize, it’s so hard to take a breath right now, you realize you’re shivering so hard your teeth chatter, you realize your throat is a little raw and you realize you have to keep blinking to see past the tears as you cry and cry and cry. You realize you’ve been screaming and Eddie is panicking trying to calm you down because he knows. He knows what just played in your head, he knows you’re not okay, and he knows that you had a very bad day today. He knows you need help, whether you ask for it or not.
“C’mon, y/n, you gotta breathe, baby, just breathe. Look at me, sweetheart, yeah? Look at me,” he lets go of your wrists and maneuvers you, lifts you up as you weep to sit you on the countertop, bringing you more to his eye-level. You feel distant from your body and your mouth feels weird, like your teeth are vibrating.
Eddie holds your shoulders and physically mimics steady breathing, slowly lifting them up and then lowering to encourage your breathing further, trying to help you find that pattern, that routine.
In, 2 - 3 - 4, out 2 - 3 - 4 . In, 2 - 3 - 4, out 2 - 3 - 4.
Eddie nods quickly as you start to find it, start focusing on him more, sees you coming to.
“Good girl, there you go. There you go... It’s alright... You’re okay, y/n, you’re okay... It’s alright... I got you... I promise... I got you, it’s alright... I’m here. I promise; I’m here...” He whispers his praises and reassurance, breathing with you, thumbs stroking your arms gently to keep you grounded and present and looking at him. Your eyes are hooded and dim, endlessly a waterfall of tears, but they manage to stay focused on his — bright and shining and acting as your beacon out of that dark, dark room.
When your sounds have settled to gentle heaves, stuttering breaths as you continue to weep quietly, Eddie pets damp hair away from your cheeks, forehead, looking you over and pampering you, wiping droplets from your jaw and chin and using the bottom of his shirt to softly, carefully pat away the damp streaks on your flushed cheeks. He keeps talking to you all the while, and his voice — his voice is what you latch onto. You feel the rumble of it, the tone easing your frayed nerves and settling that white-hot feeling, that idea, that you had no control.
You had control, Eddie made sure you did, looking at you every time he moved to see if you’d protest.
You were home, you were safe, you had Eddie. You were in control of yourself. You just had a bad day. It would be okay.
When you feel like you’re finally pieced back together, albeit still fragile, you just sink. Your muscles give out and you sink into Eddie who readily gathers you up in his arms and just holds you for a little bit. You’re still sat on the counter, with Eddie stood between your knees, curled into his chest as he wraps arms around you and rests his nose in your hair. He holds you there and closes his eyes, still murmuring to you and reassuring you — he was here, he was whole, he had you, it would be okay. He wasn’t going anywhere. You were both alive and breathing.
“Eds,” you squeak out, barely audible.
“Mm?”
“…thank you.”
He kisses your hair, your temple, and then lifts you up into his arms. You wrap yours around his neck and hide your face there too, letting him carry you to bed.
#eddie munson fic#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x f!reader#stranger things fanfic#stranger things#mine
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Can you please write a funny/smutty JQ with whiskey dick? Like you go out and he drinks too much so he can’t get it up, but the next morning he wakes up and thinks you guys did the deed 👀 and you need to break it to him like, honey no you passed out halfway through taking off my bra and I was trapped under you all night lol
he's such a fucking idiot, i love him (i kept this cute, hope thats ok!)
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The Best
The second you saw him, you knew it was a good thing that you'd remained sober that night. Walking up to the pub Joe was at, his laughs could be heard outside and you were met with loud cheers as Joe and his friends spotted you.
"There she is!" Joe reached both hands for you, even though he was holding a drink. You thought he was going to go in for a hug, but then he dipped down lower and you realised he was going to try to pick you up and lurch you over his shoulder. You planted both feet sturdily into the carpet and used both hands to push into Joe's shoulders to stop him.
"No, no, come here, normal hugs, they're fine," and you wrapped your arms under his, forcing him to straighten and give you a normal, sensible hug. Pulling back, he left an arm slung around your shoulder and you could feel how wobbly he was, legs almost providing no support. He leant into you heavily, and you had to use a lot of strength to push back in order to keep him upright.
Joe was drunk.
"We've been discussing this all night and we need you to confirm," one of Joe's friends started.
"Or deny," another added.
Oh no. You looked at Joe, but it didn't seem like he was even fully aware of the conversation. He just grinned down at you, eyes nearly all the way shut.
"But Joe said,"
You felt your hands get clammy as Joe's friend paused to look at Joe, waiting maybe for Joe to interrupt and save himself from whatever was about to be said. But Joe just kept grinning at you.
"That he is the best... bedpartner you've ever had." You were surprised at how delicately polite they had put it.
Joe huffed a laugh through his nostrils into his drink and bent over slightly, nearly losing balance. You eyed him for a second, understanding the question, but not answering.
"Yea, Joe? Hanging with the lads? Talking about our sex life?" you challenged, unable to hide your own smile, even though you did think it wasn't the coolest thing for Joe to have said. Especially not if it was something that apparently had been the topic of a long discussion. You could just imagine how Joe would've boasted about himself to his friends, and how very clearly they hadn't believed a word of it.
"It's all good bants," Joe frowned and pushed his chin up, making his friends laugh.
You turned to face them.
"I guess I'll find out tonight, won't I?" you joked, knowing full well Joe was way too far gone to even try to think about getting his dick hard. If you didn't pay close attention, you could've mistaken him for being unconsicious right there, right now, in the middle of the pub.
"He's not,"
"You're definitely not,"
Both friends spoke in unison, making Joe scoff at them, and at you, and from the way Joe kept his eyes closed a little too long with each blink, you knew the smart and sensible thing to do was to take him home.
It was only a short walk to your apartment, and Joe was swaying with every step, using you to stay upright and guide him in the right direction. Half the time he forgot to pick up his feet properly, scraping his shoes against the pavement, something you knew he was going to regret later.
"I am, though, right?" Joe asked when you manouvered Joe to lean against the wall in your hallway before you turned to close the front door behind the two of you, locking it up securely.
"You are, what, baby?" you snuck your hands around his shoulders under his coat in order to take it off. Joe couldn't keep his eyes open and you softly giggled at the state of him. Here in the bright light of your own home, Joe really did look worse for wear, his curls wild and frizzy, eyes half the size they normally were.
"The best," Joe said it like he really believed it himself and flexed his bicep which he then tried to press a kiss onto, but he missed his own mouth, slamming his arm into his chin, making you giggle.
"Sure," you said, your sarcasm going unnoticed as you crouched down to take off his shoes for him.
"Come on," Joe bucked his hips forward, hitting you in the forehead with his crotch. "Jesus, Joe," you frowned, untangling his laces still.
"Come on," Joe did it again, making you lose your balance for a second and nearly falling over which made Joe laugh. He was too horny for his own good, too much alcohol turned him into a teenager.
"Bed," you said sternly, like you were telling off a child, holding your hands firmly on his shoes, making Joe step out of them as he listened to your command. It took some struggling, but after a few tries, Joe stumbled down the hall in his socks, sloppily pulling his T-shirt over his head as he stepped into the bedroom.
You predicted Joe to fall asleep upon the sight of the bed, but when you walked in, he had positioned himself seductively lying on his side, one knee propped up, waiting for you to join him in the bed. He looked ridiculously goofy.
"Are you ready for-" Joe hiccuped. "For the best night of your life?"
You raised your eyebrows questioningly as you undressed. "Of my life, Joey?"
"You haven’t seen half the things I could do to you," Joe couldn't even balance himself lying down, flopping over onto his front, making you laugh. "I'm intrigued," you tried not to think of how awful the next morning would be. Joe's hangovers could really go either way; or he'd be up for a run like he hadn't been having the most difficult time finding the bathroom in his own flat the night before, or he'd quite literally look and smell deceased.
Getting into bed, Joe was on you instantly, his torso heavy on top of yours, his head in crook of your neck, doing his very best to press kisses where you could feel them, but you knew he was getting mouthfuls of your hair from where he'd positioned himself. You just hugged him, and when you let your fingers slowly caress his back, you felt Joe sink into you more. He let out a deep sigh and his weight seemed to double on your frame as you felt his full body relax on top of yours. It took seconds for Joe's breath to even out near your ear, and you knew he'd fallen asleep. You pressed kisses to the side of Joe's head as you whispered "Best night of my life," into his hair and shifted slightly under him to get more comfortable. You treated Joe as you own personal weighted blanket and it didn't take long for you to drift off as well.
#the best#joe quinn#joseph quinn#joe quinn x reader#joseph quinn x reader#joe quinn fanfic#joseph quinn fanfic#rpf#request
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New tma mechs au
Or
The one where Jonah is bullied viscously
Mech chat minus Martin
Marius: This is Jonah Magnus, the man who currently halfway possesses Marius, who has asked me to aquaint myself with you guys since I am now a plus one mechanism.
Nastya changed Marius name to Dead guy
Dead guy: Ah, I see the humor you celebrate.
Jonny: you sound like a right prick
Tim: not to sound like Jonny but why the fuck do you want to live forever
Ashes: to be fair we all sound like Jonny when we ask that
Dead guy: Death would hinder my plans.
Naysta: What are your plans?
Ivy: Oh! I know that one. Jonah Magnus wants to bring all fear entities into the world, having his so-called God the Beholder to be the ruler to leave him the king of a broken world.
Jonny: dude that's lame
Tim: what's the point of ruling a world? I rather just blow it up.
Ashes: you rather blow up everything Tim
Tim: and? You want to set the world on fire
Ashes: I'm just saying
Tim: also I quite like baking and I'm getting better at knitting I'm gonna make myself a sleeping pod.
Jonny: I want one
Nastya: ask your boyfriend
Jonny: I will do that.
Dead guy: Well what's a better plan?
Brian: Mr. Magnus, you have to understand most of us have done it all. I've been left on a sun for over a 100 years.
Jonny: dramatic as always.
Tim: I blew up the moon
TS: I Made Friends.
Ashes: I burned my home planet to ashes
Jonny: killed my father, became king, got stuck underground for a bit, interrupted a civil war, and many other bullshit
Ivy: I collect books.
Brian: I was a prophet... still kind of...
Tim: Life gets boring, and I'm the youngest here.
Jonny: fuck me forgot that
Raphella: I want to separate you two
Dead man: You won't be able to.
Dead man: this is Marius don't take that as a challenge
Tim: too late Raphella is heading straight for you two.
Dead man: fuck
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Just thinking about Roy Harper meeting Kate Bishop in THEEEE stupidest ways possible like
Roy has successfully picked the lock on Jason's main safehouse but didn't have to bust through a deadbolt or chain, which is suspicious.
Also suspicious is the woman aiming a gun at his head.
"Who the fuck is stupid enough to break into the Red Hood's apartment?" She snaps at him.
"I could ask you the same thing!"
"I didn't break in, genius, I live here."
"You're not the Red Hood."
"No, I'm dating the Red Hood."
Stupidest lie ever, Roy thinks. "Joke's on you because Red Hood doesn't have a girlfriend, and if he did, he'd tell his best friend!"
"Well joke's on you because Red Hood doesn't have a best friend!"
They stare at each other. Roy feels like the silence is uncomfortable.
"That was kind of mean, wasn't it?" The woman asks, much quieter than before.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Roy admits. The woman has kept the gun aimed at him the entire time. He's almost impressed.
"Wait," her forehead wrinkles. "Arsenal?"
"Yeah, how did you--wait. Not Hawkeye?"
"Oh my god! Yeah! That's me!" She's gone from threatening to Ray of Sunshine in less than half a second, bouncing over and squeezing Roy into a hug. "It's so good to meet you!"
A few minutes later, Roy has a glass of water and is watching Hawkeye tape the gun back under the table. "I thought you didn't use guns?"
She heaves a massive sigh. "I don't like guns. Doesn't mean I don't use them."
"Ah."
The front door shatters and Hawkeye heaves another sigh just as the Red Hood rounds the corner, gun up. Roy stays leaning against the wall. "Hey, Jay."
"Roy? What are--" his head whips between looking at Roy and at the table Hawkeye is crawling out from under, roll of duct tape around her wrist like some tacky bracelet. "Kate--?"
"Oh, hey babe," Hawkeye says, apparently very unbothered by the Red Hood with a gun pointed in her general direction--Roy knows Jason and he knows he's not actually aiming it at her, seems she knows this too. "You didn't tell me Arsenal was coming into town."
"Because I didn't know--" Jason is cut off by Hawkeye using his shoulder to balance as she presses up to her toes and plants a kiss on the cheek of his helmet.
"I'll let you boys catch up," she says, breezing towards the bedroom. "Jason, I'm taking your patrol tonight."
"No, you're not," he protests, which is cute. Roy can already tell he's lost the argument.
"Yes, I am," she counters, turning so she can face them as she walks away. "I'm not fixing that door. You guys can do it while you have a bro-date. Or a real date, or whatever. I don't know your life."
"Kate," Jason says, a tinge of desperation in his voice that is the only reason Roy isn't laughing his ass off right now. "You live with me."
"Oh, yeah," her voice drifts from the room she disappeared into. "I do, don't I? I like that. Hm." She says it like she actually forgot for a moment it was true.
"I see," Roy says conversationally. "So she's insane."
Jason finally flips the release on his helmet, setting it down on the kitchen table with a sigh. "Just don't mention any of your trick arrow prototypes or--"
"Trick arrows?" Hawkeye practically falls out of the room, about, from what Roy can tell, halfway in uniform. "Oh my god, yes! Finally someone who will appreciate this! Arsenal," she says, locking eyes with him. "Boomerang. Arrow."
"Why would--" it takes Roy half a second to actually process what she's said. "Oh, shit! Yeah. Yeah, that's a genius idea! Jay, we're going to need to switch safehouses, we need a workshop."
Jason sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, acting like he's so put upon, which he undermines when he says, "the apartment under this one is already set up."
#kate bishop#hawkeye#roy harper#arsenal#jason todd#red hood#batfam#my stuff#dc brainrot#roy: what if i just....invited myself into your relationship#OR:#roy: week 5 of living with jason and kate: am i...dating you guys?#kate: oh i thought you knew#jason: so that's why you weren't putting out#kate: WOW JASON#roy: WHAT#i have read nothing with roy in it maybe like 5 pages total so this is probably ooc#literally anyone to jason after watching kate and roy do some dumbass destructive bullshit together: so you have a type#lmao i feel like roy would go out as hawkeye when kate has to go back to her universe for a while just to fuck with people#kate thinks this is hilarious and very deadpool coded of him#oliver hates everything about this btw
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Brownie Banishment{E.M.}
Warnings: high!reader, weed, food
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
Word Count: 752 words
A/N: May make a part 2, haven’t decided yet.
Eddie walked into your unlocked house and, upon hearing mumbling in your room, he slowly opened the door to your bedroom and yelped.
You were laying on the floor, face down, and talking to yourself. He couldn’t hear what you were saying nor did he want to. He was just worried for your safety at that point.
He leaned on your door and tapped you with his foot. You turned over slowly and pulled your head up to look at him.
“What are you doing on the floor?” He asked, once he saw you were okay.
You sat up and dusted the crumbs from your face. “I made brownies. Want any?” You asked innocently.
Eddie crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t answer my question my love.”
You laid back down, raised your arms, and waved them around wildly. “Brownies are the answer to every question in the universe. Especially in..” You paused for a moment. “I forgot...”
Eddie bent down next to you and put a hand to your forehead. “Are you... high?”
“Maybe...?” You squeaked, turning away from him. He turned you back over to face him. “Witch how?”
He rolled his eyes at your surprise. “Where’d you get weed?”
You put a hand to your forehead and thought hard for a bit. Eddie swore he could see the gears turning in your head. “... I don’t know.”
Eddie sighed and leaned back on the wall. “You know what? That’s on me. Don’t ask people questions when they’re high.” He said, reminding himself out loud.
You giggled at his statements and tried turning back over. Eddie pulled you back before you could and you whined at him. “Teddy!”
“Where’s the pan?” He asked, looking around the room.
You army crawled halfway under your bed and pulled it out as you got out from under there. You pushed the pan to Eddie and his eyes widened.
“You ate half a pan of pot brownies?” He asked, picking the pan up.
“Uh-huh. Delicious.” You said with a chef’s kiss. “Oh my god!” You shouted suddenly, sitting up as quick as you could.
Bad idea.
You’ve angered the brain cell.
“What?” Eddie asked, bending down next to you again.
“I need a grilled cheese, like, right now. I am... super starving...” You said spacily. “Also my brain is angy.
Eddie shook his head and got up, waving you to him. “What you need is water. Let’s get you-”
“I have some.” You interrupted. You pulled a fishbowl with a straw from behind your bed and took a sip.
It wasn’t fish water.
It was clean tap water.
“Where’d you get that?” Eddie asked. “You don’t have a fish nor have you in the past.
“... I don’t know.” You admitted.
Eddie sighed and laid next to you.
“Eddie?” You asked.
“Hm?” He hummed, turning to face you.
You puckered your lips and mumbled your request. “Can you make me a sandwich? Pretty please wife?” You asked.
Eddie smiled and helped you stand up. “Sure darling. Let’s get you to the kitchen.” He grabbed your fishbowl of water and your hand. He tries to keep you upright the whole time because of your Bambi walk.
“Teddy?”
“Hm?” He hummed once more.
“I don’t know if I like this. My brain hurts and the room is spinning.” You complained.
“I try to keep it away from you for a reason my love.” He told you, setting you in a chair in the dining room and putting your water on the counter.
“Mhm... I see that now.”
“How do you want your grilled cheese?” He asked, looking for a pan and the ingredients.
“Extra cheese-y with extra extra apples.” You requested tiredly, laying your head on your folded arms
“What?” He asked.
“No fuck!” You shouted, holding your arms out. “I’m atoms now. I’m gonna die quickly.” You said, tears starting to form.
“That’s not...” Eddie tried interrupting.
“I love you Teddy.” You said dramatically.
Eddie shook his head and sighed. “Drink your water.”
“Oh yeah! You’re a literal lifesaver babe.” You thanked as he took the fishbowl from the counter and directed the straw to your mouth.
“Welp. I came over here for homework now I’m here for babysitting.” He said to himself.
You looked at him like he had two heads. “Who’s baby are you sitting on?” You asked.
“You.”
“I have a baby? Where?” You asked. “Did I give birth in my sleep?”
“Right. This is gonna be harder than I thought.” He huffed.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie x reader#eddie x y/n#eddie x you#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x y/n#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x you#joseph x reader#joseph x you#joseph x y/n#tw food#tw high#tw weed#➴➵➶➴athena writes➶➴➵➶
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I saw u were asking for requests! can you write something for jason grace? maybe nico or percy is reader's brother and when they get together they're the biggest fan of them?
Jason Grace x Child of Poseidon!reader
Gender: Neutral
Warnings: none
Word count: 659
A/N ok so idk if i really like this(my writing is not slaying today) but i hope you enjoy!!
You were looking for Jason. Which wasn't uncommon as he was your…friend? Yeah sure. You liked Jason a lot but either he hit his head so many times that he couldn't tell if you were flirting or just being nice or he just didn't like you back. You were hoping for the first option.
As of now you were asking around camp for him. Maybe he was in the woods? You've already checked his cabin and other places he usually is.
You were still looking around when you saw Percy. You sped up and walked up to him. “Do you know where Jason is?” You asked.
“Wow no hello for your brother? Why should I even tell you? You locked me in the bathroom for an hour this morning” Percy raised his eyebrows at you. Well you did lock him in there but really it was Chiron's fault for putting a lock on the outside.
“That sounds like a personal problem Percy now do you know where Jason is or no?”
He wrinkled his nose but pointed behind you. “He's over there maybe if you had good eyes like me you could see him”
You rolled your eyes and slapped his head and left. “Hey!” He yelled out after you but you continued walking.
“Heyyy” You smiled as you finally made it to Jason.
He smiled back and said “Hey!”
“Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere i even had to ask…Percy”
He laughed and said “In the woods i was bored and Leo said he would be there yet he forgot to tell me that he decided to not go”
“Ohh”
“Anyway, why were you looking for me?” Jason tilted his head a little. Cute you thought but snapped out of the thought and replied.
“I was also bored and wanted to know if you wanted to watch a movie?” Not that camp had tvs but you did have a protector which could work.
“Sure! My cabin?” Jason suggested as you both went ahead and started to walk there. “Yep your cabin has the best walls for a projector”
You both made it there and started to set up. Jason laid out blankets while you set up a projector and pulled up a movie(also author here um how the fuck do projectors work? Im so dumb anyway let's pretend)
Finally you and Jason leaned back into the pillows he set up and the movie started. Jason turned to look at you halfway through so you also turned your head. “What?” You whispered even though you didn't have to.
Jason shook his head but still stared. After a few seconds he leaned in and kissed you. What!? Your thoughts scrambled but you kissed back.
You broke apart and Jason said “Ive liked you for a long time now”
“Finally! I've been flirting with you for months!” You said and threw your arms up.
“You have?”
“Yes!”
You both laughed and leaned back into the pillows. “Oh what am i gonna tell Percy?” You thought aloud.
“Maybe let him figure it out?”
“Yeah your right that seems smart”
The next day you and Jason spent even more time together which led Percy to get suspicious. Not that you and Jason knew but he was following you both the whole day and trying to see if something happened.
Percy eventually got tired and what about to leave from the bushes he was behind when you and Jason kissed.
“Finally!! I had so many bets placed on you! I win” Percy yelled as he jumped out of the bush.
You and Jason both jumped and turned around. “Percy!”
“What?! I did have many bets!” He shrugged.
You rolled your eyes and moved to go drag him back to your cabin when he said “Grace if you hurt them i will hurt you! But i'm also very happy for you both”
You laughed and continued to drag him back.
#jason grace x you#jason grace fluff#jason grace fanfiction#jason grace x reader#jason grace#heros of olympus x reader#heros of olympus fanfiction#percy jackson
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So Fucking Perfect~
Crossdressing!Sub!Dabi × GN!Dom!Reader
You come home early and he gets nervous and locks you out of the bedroom but forgets he only dose that when he's hurt so you panic a bit and get a very pretty surprise when he finally opens the door.
TW : Suggestive, Implied Sub & Dom dynamics, non-graphics mention of past injuries, Crossdressing, & Brief Implied Brat Taming.
😗 Once again on my ooc Dabi bullshit but he'd look so pretty in a skirt tho- 𖤐
Coming home to your bedroom door being locked with Dabi on the other side, he was trying out an idea for a surprise for you and you came home a little to early.
He had heard you mention liking crossdressing to his and your friends a few weeks ago and he couldn't get the idea out of his head sense, deciding halfway through the first week of hearing about it that he was gonna mess with you and wear something to tease you about the whole thing. It was only after he managed to order something online with a stolen credit card, have a package delivered to an address he knew he could easily swipe the package from and even put the damn thing on did the insecurities start to set in.
What if you didn't actually like it? You could have been joking when you mentioned it. Why have you never mentioned it to him if you did like it? Did you think he'd look bad in a skirt or dress or was it his scars or something else?
Before he could slink out of the mirrors view and redress himself in something that wouldn't humiliate him he heard the front door being opened and he frantically moved to lock the bedroom door, sighing with relief as he pressed his head against the door when he was able to do so quickly and quietly at that. Now all he needed to do wa- "You in there dabs? Whys the door locked you ok? Do I need to get the kit?" the worry in your voice almost put a hole through his chest, for a second he forgot the only time he ever locked the door on you is when he's injured and doesn't want you to see how bad it is, his eyebrows knit together as he looks down at himself. "I'm fine doll I really am I promise, just sorta dressed... wrong right now so just let me-" "can't be that bad, if you're not hurt than let me see" he should of known nothing was gonna deter you. You probably think he's lying with the way your voice cracks and he knows you're gonna worry until he lets you in, he always lets you in eventually- why's he fighting it so much again? Oh yeah... thigh highs...
"Doll just give me a minute please" he doesn't even fully finish that please before he hears you counter him with "Dabi so help me, if you make me go through the fire escape-" he snorts in short amusement as you threaten him. He doesn't doubt you'd do it being that you've done it before, you're the only person he's ever met who's stubbornness supersedes his own. "Fuckin' hell- Fine! Just... Promise you won't laugh." it goes quiet for a minute and for a moment he worried you were already going for the fire escape but then he hears the door handle giggle, not enough to indicate you were trying to open it again, it just sounded like you placed your hand on it.
"Ok?... Dabi are you alright?" you hear him let out a heavy sigh before he starts. "I'm fine I promise love, ended up sorta-" he paused, voice shaky as his hand reached to unlock the door while still holding it shut. "I sorta dressed up for you, seemed like a good idea when I thought of it but Im havin' doubts right now." he listens closely for your response as he readies himself to let go of the door handle, however regardless of however thinks he expects you to react he never thought he'd hear you giggle? Laugh maybe, he'd get it if you started making fun of him for something like this but there's no malice in your voice, it takes him aback for a moment. "You dressed up? For me? Oh love why would I ever laugh at that? Come on, let me in I wanna see my pretty boy" You almost did a complete 180°, sounding so excited by the prospect and it took him a minute to collect himself before he actually open the door. He tried to step back a little, both to get out of the way of the door and to hopefully delay the moment you see him by just a few more milliseconds.
It doesn't work- the second he gives you the go ahead to open the door you almost burst in with excitement, eyes immediately shooting to take in the gorgeous view your boyfriend had gifted you with. He really went all out and you were almost offended he hid it from you for so long but you were never one for patience when it came to him. Pretty boy was dressed so nicely in his mostly black attire, he'd obviously worked hard picking out something that would suit his usual style and fit right in with the rest of his wardrobe with a little extra jewelry than usual. You couldn't stop thinking about the easy accesses the skirt gave you or how his thigh highs frame his thighs so nicely and the baggy tucked in sweater made your hands itch as you imagined taking him apart without taking any of it off.
You don't know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn't...this...
"Fuck you're so perfect..." You breath out before you can even register what you're saying, making his blush deeper than he already was before, a feat considering he didn't have much healthy skin to hold the blood pooling in his cheeks but you're sure if they weren't scarred too his ears would be red as well just by they way he looked at you, too nervous to really say anything as you pull him closer to you by his hips, eyeing him as if you couldn't believe the sight before you wasn't some cruel illusion playing tricks on you- but it was real, and judging by how he both cowered away from and inched closer to your touch- it was all for you. "Would it be pushing it if I started buying you more outfits like this?" you ask in a cheeky tone, knowing just a little praise and attention would get your pretty boy to wear whatever you wanted "fucking... Yes- I'd kill you I swear" Just had to get past his more bratty side first but that was always the fun part anyway~
#This is as far as I felt like finishing this#maybe ill make a part 2 in the future#touya todoroki#dabi x reader#dabi x y/n#dabi is touya#touya todoroki x reader#soft dabi hc#touya x reader#bnha dabi#dabi bnha#dabi my hero academia#dabi todoroki#boyfriend dabi#dabi fluff#dabi fanfic#dabi imagine#dabi is a todoroki#dabi touya#dabi x yn#dabi x gender neutral reader#dabi x you#todoroki touya#touya fluff#touya todoroki x yn#touya x y/n#touya x you#soft touya todoroki#sub dabi#sub!dabi
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My friend is insane she crashed into a parked car while driving kids that she baby sat then drove away….. then the other day she factimed our other friend just to tell her that she’s been going on 6am walks with this other chick (who she invited into our group chat no warning not realising or remembering that i have had beef with this girl since um literally year 2.) then messaged her after saying oh i forgot to ask do you want to go for walks too? She’s going on a contiki tour with this bitch in november and she doesn’t even drink. She’s flying halfway across the world with this random blonde but wouldn’t even drive 10 hours up the coast with her ‘BESTIESSSSS!!!’ because she has homesickness from her family and sleeps in bed with her mother every night in bed and with her sisters too. They all have like … i don’t know what you call it…. relative anxiety like they all feed of off each others anxiety. I don’t even care like i’m not pressed or offended i am actually just astounded at how abysmally she acts in actually amazing how out of touch some people are and like i know im fucked up and stuff but that just makes me look up and thank god that i’m not like that
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does ravenstan have his tooth gap filled?!? he better not but i feel like kyle woulda totally noticed by now! ahhh and whats up with chapter 6 D: it was an absolute masterpiece to me!
unfortunately...that's affirmative, darling. :(
when you are a big hotshot celebrity boy and everyone is looking at you, you cannot afford ( ironically ) to have fucked up teeth, so he did have his tooth filled in. or rather, management had his tooth filled in.
& technically, he also is *Supposed* to wear an invisalign at night, but ravenstan forgets the lyrics to his own songs ( granted the recent ones C.D. has released haven't been written by him at all :/ -- that's why they're all shallow, vapid and gimmicky ) so idk how they expect him to remember to put that hunk of Plastic in his mouth like...like the closest thing that man has to mouthwash is a shot of jack smh.
i wrote...way too much in this ask meme. this was a wild ride, i'm sorry for being unhinged. i spiraled halfway through this, lmao. <3
edit: i forgot to bring up chapter six. i will bring it back, mayhaps. i had a Stannic Attack after posting it, also, felt weird about it. but i am glad you liked it. i also...liked it? but it was stressing me out, so just hang in there and i'll try to give you a more in depth answer later xx.
but riiiiip stan's beautiful chipped tooth!!!!! :((( a testament to his love for kyle broflovski via pint-sized homoerotic hockey puck heroism at stark's pond </333 i bet you when raven was getting his tooth fixed, somewhere in nyc, jersey kyle felt a sudden, sharp sting of pain and sorrow he couldn't place. the second he finds out u better believe my man will be screaming, crying, punching the air, trying to fight every dentist in the world. THAT WAS HIS TOOTH. HIS STANS TOOTH!!! :(
management....count your fucking days.
( i kind of want to tell you guys what the record labels name is, but it might say too much but also...;)))) i'll take a compliment bribe >.> )
also because it was RavenStan...it was probably pretty much the best orthodontist they could find and it looks really good. tbh i don't think you would be able to tell that his tooth was fucked up at all...sigh. :/
really, the only evidence of stan's tooth being fucked up is from photo albums ( a lot of them got burnt up ), the polaroids that kyle has, the pictures of him in the sp yearbooks ( which were the ones ran in the papers and one online article when news broke that he died...with his fucking dead name printed under them...choke and die, south park )
speaking of school pictures, fun fact! or actually not that fun...sixth grade was stan's last year of school. physically, at least. he had to do school from home/online because for obvious reasons, stan could not risk going to actual irl school after he disappeared. he was told it was 'way too risky and dangerous, bird' ( the person taking care of him called him that as a nickname c: )...stan did literally Beg tho :(
which is actually really sad bc stan complained abt actual school sm when he was actually allowed to go when he was 'alive' and then was forced to watch every other kid be able to do actual hs stuff while he sat at home, safe, robbed of having a normal adolescence. im so </3
i fucking love act two of the rm!prequel. i want to talk about it more, but it features a lot of stuff we don't know abt it yet/important chars.
not like that's gonna stop me, lmaoooo!!! again! i'll take a bribe! ;))))
anyways!!! back to school and stuff, kenny was constantly like dude i wish i could stay home!!! school sux! and stan was like at least u can GO to school, ken! u just choose not to!!! >:c ( like stan...stfu, do not pretend like u wouldn't be asleep or ditching ) kenny DID sneak him out a lot to go to high school parties and he got into a looooot of trouble for doing that oh my god smh. worth it...my boys, my boys.
not a lot of pictures of him from act two either, i'm afraid. definitely nothing digital. there are physical pictures, home videos, things like that. he wasn't really allowed to have any social media At All 4 safety.
but uh....if you want to hear something really fruity and pathetic...stan was specifically not supposed to use the internet to snoop on kyle. like he was Specifically Banned and Strictly Forbidden from looking up shit about kyle broflovski which...BOOOOO!!! COME ON!!!!!
...that did not stop him tho. he made a looooot of burner accounts to snoop. but like...no such luck, really. kyle had like no social media. he had an instagram, i think. but it was private and had...1 picture on it.
do u know how actualy Nutso Fucking Batshit Insane it made stan to not know what that ONE picture looked like? do you know how many times, he downloaded/redownloaded insta, how many fake accounts he tried to make to try and trick kyle into following him? smh gaywad.
so, dw team! while kyle was in/out of psych wards bc he was seeing stan everywhere, stan was perpetually grounded for being gay aka google searching kyle and looking pretty much everywhere for him.
but speaking of the internet, the cd boys did run a joint meme account while they were living together. no pictures of them just...low quality meme content. BUT SPEAKING!!!!! of low quality. THE ONLY DAMNING EVIDENCE OF TOOTH!STAN!!!! is a super old battle of the bands video that was taken of them at some piece of shit event like 3...4 years ago? the camera quality is really bad and shaky, the sound quality is even worse. also that video has like 57 views TOPS but it was before they got scouted and stans tooth is fucked up in it. ;)
not that u can see it, lmao. or know how to find it because they were not crimson dawn until they got signed. in LA they cycled between a lot of really bad, cringey band names so it would be really difficult to locate that video or pause it in the right place to like barely make out stans tooth bc the light was catching on it sm/it was out of focus.
BUT IDK!!! IF ANYONE IS CRAZY AND UNHINGED ENOUGH TO FIND THAT VIDEO, ITS KYLE BROFLOVSKI, BABEY! GO KYLE GO!
tldr: stan's tooth did get filled in and now our hearts are empty. but it Would be too easy to identify him; kyle would know that tiny fucked up tooth anywhere. tbh the tiny stan right eye beauty mark is also v damning, but stans hair is always in his eyes/his eyeliner is always so badly smudged that you can't see it all the time ( kyle also purposely tries Not to look at raven bc hes dummy Hot and doesnt want to admit it lmao like hes subconciously aware that he would simp lmao )
YOU ALSO REALLY CANT BE LIKE THAT CELEBRITY MAN ALSO HAS A BEAUTY MARK BY HIS EYE, THATS MY DEAD SBF!!!! i would not put it past kyle to try that, but i think regardless he would have gaslight himself into thinking that ravens stan beauty mark was an ugly mark and that he was having clozapine hallucinations again because stan....is....dead and is clearly not raven of c.d. clear...ly. <3
the way that kyles 'psychosis' is just him having really good intuition.
the world owes kyle broflovski an apology, istg. i see you, baby!!!!!
-uncle nina, cassandra complex kyle matthew broflovski apologist
#i talked abt stuff i wasnt supposed to again#what else is new guys#i hope this was thrilling tho i love talking abt the lore#words cnanot describe how much i want to talk abt act 2 and 3 stan before stan was cd raven#also ik that his life sounds kinda bad in 2 bc he was like stan banned from doing like everything#but he was actually...very well loved and taken care of#the person that took care of stan really loved stan a lot and was really just trying to protect him#theyre my favorite rm side char i always say that but i actually mean it they are my favorite one#anyways i tlaked too much but yall needed to know how down horrendous stan was when he was dead#he was googling kyle so much that he like actually got in trouble for it he was like NOT supposed to do that#and all im gonna say abt the tooth thing and kyle knowing#is that u can fix stans tooth and cover up his beauty mark#you can put him in the little pants and make him walk w confidence and teach him how to be cool n sexy#but all u really gotta do is put on terrance and phillip and listen to stan laugh uncontrollably for an entire thirty minutes#eyes emoji#anyways!#bring back stans fucked up tooth!!!#honestly he did get close someone did throw like a cellphone at him on stage once so they could get a selfie#he matrix dodged it it was very cool but we were robbed
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