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Free my man he did all of that but I need to fuck him nasty style

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man loves gold

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weird coffeeshop au

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First step to courting: get them flower

… but you’re Dream of The Endless and you don’t do things normally.

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You know that big masculine clearly overcompensating man?

The one with the Daddy issues, mhhhm yeah the one who whether knowingly or not ties their entire identity to whether their distant father would approve of them or not. Mhhhmmm yeah the one who shys away from any form of emotional communication. The one who "looks just like his mother."

Yeah that's the one. So look yeah he's a bottom.

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Hi Evie, may I have a blurb about Teacher!Reader's students being nosy little gremlins about her and Janitor!Eddie's love life. Thank you!

it would take them a while to pick up on it, honestly, but I think one day they see them walking out from lunch, maybe even riding to school together and they’re floored. they’re so giggly in class, and one of the more mischievous kids ‘accidentally’ breaks the pencil sharpener so mr. munson has to come in and fix it.

you’re professional, polite when he comes in. telling your student to finish silent reading while you show eddie what you think is wrong with it. there’s a brief moment where you forget yourself, helping him and you’re both whispering back and forth.

“I think something got jammed in it. I tried to see but I didn’t have a light.”

“hmm, this is weird. it looks like the eraser? did they seriously try to sharpen the eraser? what genius did that-“

“ed, stop they’re fourth grade. they wouldn’t do that they know better.”

“well, babe, I’m looking right here and I’m telling you right now that is the bottom of the pencil. someone tried to sharpen it backwards.”

you hear gasps and giggles, cheeks heating when you turned around, shooting your students a stern glare. “let’s focus on our books please.” you eyed them, watching the way they shrunk behind their assigned readings. “you might want to finish your chapter like you’re supposed to before lunch. there might be a pop quiz on it after.” you raised a brow challenging and they scurried back to their books, frightened enough by your threat.

eddie blushed back at you, busying himself with the sharpener. “sorry.” she muttered quietly. “I-I forgot-“

“it’s alright.” you whispered back with a smile. “wasn’t anything bad.”

it wasn’t until a few days later, when you were teaching a lesson on the reading, charlotte’s web. “does anyone have any questions?” you asked, scanning the room.

the reluctant hand of one of your students went up, small smile on his face. you called on him. “do you have love for anyone?” he asked, muffled giggles flooding the classroom.

you grinned. “of course I do.” you shook your head. “for my family, friends. just like you do too.”

he paused, grinning, eyes cutting with his friends. “what about… mr. munson?”

the class erupted in frantic giggles, jumping and throwing excited questions and exclamations at you. you blushed deeply, standing to try and quiet them down.

“alright, that’s enough. settle down.” you pointed at them. they quieted, eager and awaiting your response.

you raised a brow, lips pressing together to contain your grin. “I love all my friends. you all are my friends, right?” they nodded eagerly. “and so is mr. harrington, and mrs. la rue, and even mr. munson. they’re all very close to me.” you said, trying to pivot the conversation away from your love life. you hoped the blush that came to your cheeks when you thought of eddie wasn’t noticeable.

it satisfied them for the rest of the day, giving you until monday for some relief. or so you thought.

you and eddie had went to the grocery, hand in hand down the aisles, picking out various items for his upcoming dnd night that you were helping him host. you insisted on them having plenty of snacks.

you heard a gasp from behind you, childlike and pure shock. “ms. l/n?” you turned, seeing one of your students. standing next to their parents, wide eyed and mouth dropped.

you smiled sweetly at her. “hi! it’s so good to see you!” you grinned excitedly.

her eyes flickered over to eddie. “are you here with mr. munson?” she asked. her parents laughed, pulling her toward their cart. you smiled, introducing yourself and chit chatting softly, but you felt your heart beat rise in dread. you knew this would be the talk of your classroom come monday.

“secrets out, huh?” eddie laughed, wrapping his inked arm around you.

you laughed. “we’re gonna be the talk of recess.” eddie laughed with you. “the fourth grade rumor mill is going to go crazy.”

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I like my men how I like my wine: full-bodied and with fruity undertones

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apparently i lost followers for speaking up, so i'm gonna say it again.

racists are not welcome on my blog. anyone discriminating other human beings for their race, gender, disability or sexuality is not welcome. anyone thinking they are superior to other humans are not welcome.

thanks for unfollowing.

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together

prompt: saved their life / having each other's back word count: 638 read on ao3

A swift slash could be heard from behind him, followed by the resounding thud of an enormous mass hitting the ground. Yoo Joonghyuk turned around to be greeted by the sight of a heaving Kim Dokja. By the other man's feet, the corpse of a beast whose claws were undoubtedly targeting Yoo Joonghyuk's skull just a heartbeat ago was still twitching gruesomely. Kim Dokja stabbed it one last time, not taking chances until it finally went limp. Dead. 

Yoo Joonghyuk despised this long, arduous scenario filled with mindless gutting designed to drain them. No statuses, no skills, no stigmas. The old fashioned survival of the fittest situation, monsters formed by nature vs. enduring humans — and that was them now, humans , on square one. And, looking at the blood streaks decorating Kim Dokja's front that crawled up to his pale chin, it seemed especially damning to him.

Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't afford anymore mistakes. It was by a miracle that it was him with Kim Dokja here. The bastard grumbled and huffed at the situation, generally being the nuisance that he was, but it was them . Together. As usual, as always. 

"Losing your touch, eh? Getting tired already? What is this, your 150 years old bones catching up to you?" The grin Kim Dokja gave him was his trademark infuriating one, but Yoo Joonghyuk had trained himself to notice the tiredness seeping there. Kim Dokja could fool most people, but rarely him. He had to give in more effort. The effort he certainly couldn't afford at the moment.

Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. "Kim Dokja."

"Is the Supreme King becoming an old man? Worry not, I'll still love you all the same," he sing-songed.

"Kim Dokja. Shut up."

Yoo Joonghyuk knew the bastard. He knew Kim Dokja would open his mouth again, always finding delight in being contrary to whatever Yoo Joonghyuk told him to do, so he grabbed him by the lapels. Yoo Joonghyuk pulled him to his space, firm and sure, until cracked but warm – oh so very warm – lips met his own. 

It was just a brief touch. Something more akin to a whispered 'Are you okay?', maybe even a 'Thank you'. All the words Yoo Joonghyuk rarely said, but wanted to convey. He kissed the tip of Kim Dokja's nose next, then his fluttering eyelids. They all meant to say: 'Stop being an idiot, especially because you're my idiot'.

Kim Dokja first went still before gradually relaxing into the gripping hold. Yoo Joonghyuk could feel his warm breath nuzzling his own skin, a soft caress. 

"I'm fine," he said softly. 

"Good."

"So stop frowning already, your forehead's all wrinkly."

"I'm not," Yoo Joonghyuk said, not frowning.

"Yes, you are." He wasn't even looking at Yoo Joonghyuk. "You're also totally the one whose head was about to be swiped by giant clawed fingers, aren't you."

He wasn't wrong. Yoo Joonghyuk looked down at the unruly mess of black hair, now frowning. Kim Dokja in turn looked up, sticking his tongue out like a little child.

"You're very welcome, by the way," the aforementioned little child continued. "Don't worry, I'll always have your back–"

Yoo Joonghyuk moved his arm to encircle Kim Dokja's waist while his other one swung in a wide, powerful arc. The monster's main body was dead, unmoving, but its tail, akin to a scorpions, had still moved to aim at Kim Dokja's heart. His sword cut it off cleanly. That heart was Yoo Joonghyuk's to care, to cherish, to love. As long as it kept on beating, it'd be Yoo Joonghyuk's to protect.

And by God, he'd also make sure to protect the precious thing from the idiot owner himself if it came to it.

Yoo Joonghyuk's sigh morphed into another small kiss atop Kim Dokja's head.

"I know," he vowed in reply. "Let's finish this."

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i see fandom having adopted “duck” as hob’s One True Endearment and meanwhile i’m like, when are we going to hear such classics from him as myne owne hertis rote (“you who are at the very centre of my heart”) ??? also can’t go wrong with my peerless paramour

hob “middle english survives in me” gadling can get it, okay

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “I’m yours, I’m not going anywhere.”

Jealousy. Eddie wasn’t sure if he had felt such extreme jealousy like this before in his life. But he knew it was burning white hot right now as he watched you talk animatedly with another student by your locker.

Eddie trusted you. Of course he did. That had nothing to do with it. He just didn’t feel good enough for you and was worried that one day you would realize it too and leave him for someone better. So now here he was jealous and afraid just because you were talking to another guy. The metalhead steeled himself for a moment before making his way over to you.

Once he got to your side, Eddie snaked an arm around your waist and placed a possessive kiss to your head. “Hey babe.” He said, trying to sound casual.

“Hey!” You beamed at him. “Eddie, this is James, he’s my partner for a physics project. James, this is my boyfriend Eddie.” You said cheerfully. Eddie felt a little silly for his feelings now seeing the way you looked up at him with such love.

“Hey, nice to meet you.” James said, barely looking up at Eddie, his eyes seemed to be locked on to you like a magnet. The way this guy was looking at you made the flame of emotion in Eddie’s chest, that had been getting smaller from your sweet look, burst aflame again. How many people looked at you the way this guy did? He wasn’t bad looking, in fact he was one of the more popular students and had the looks for it. And if a popular guy like this one had his eyes set on you, why would you continue to be with the freak of the school?

Eddie was lost in his thoughts as the bell for class rang, not even registering it until you nudged him with your elbow. “Ready for class?” You asked sweetly.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He responded quietly, leading you to your shared classroom, missing the concerned look you had as you gazed at him while you walked.

The day went by like this, Eddie seemingly in a dejected and sad mood. You tried to ask him what was wrong when you got a chance but he just shrugged it off. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, his mood worrying you. You grabbed his hand after school was over and dragged him all the way across campus to the bench in the woods behind the school.

“What’s going on Eddie?” You asked as you took a seat next to him on the bench.

“Nothing babe, don’t worry about it okay?” He sighed, fidgeting with the rings on his left hand.

“Bullshit!”

Eddie turned at your outburst, looking at your face fully for the first time since this morning. You seemed hurt and worried. Now he felt like a jerk.

“Eddie, something’s wrong, please talk to me. What did I do?” You questioned, hurt lacing your words.

“You didn’t do- it’s nothing like that.” He stuttered out.

“Then please tell me. I’m freaking out over here.” You pleaded.

Eddie sighed again and looked at you, “I just- I’m afraid you’re going to leave me. I know I’m a freak and just being with me makes life hard at this stupid school. You can do better than me.” He confessed sadly. “You should be with someone better.” He finished with a hurt look of his own directed at the table in front of him.

“I’m yours, I’m not going anywhere.” You said confidently, your boyfriends head snapped to your face. “I don’t need, or want, anyone else, Eddie.” You smiled, grabbing one of his hands as you turned on the seat to face him. “You’re everything I’ve wanted and I’d be stupid to let you go.” You lifted his hand to your mouth, and left a chaste kiss there as you looked at him like he hung the moon and stars for you.

Eddie felt the heat rise to his face, maybe he was worth a damn.

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TW; smoking (not reader), talks of marriage hypothetically.

"That kid in there loves you, you know," Wayne tilts his head up as he exhales; not wanting the smoke to blow in your face.

You're sat side by side on the steps to the trailer, staring up at the night sky. You can hear Metallica blasting through the open window and it's just loud enough that you can feel slight vibrations across the ground underneath your feet.

"Give him time to open up," Wayne glances at you from the corner of his eye and then turns to face you fully when he sees you looking at him. "Most don't; most leave before he even decides to open up to 'em."

Please don't give up on my boy is what you hear, and you melt, very tentatively leaning over to rest your head briefly on Wayne's upper arm. "He's..." You gesture vaguely, trying to find the words, embarrassment and frustration making your face heat up.

Wayne nods. He gets it. These two are gonna last.

The two of you sit in silence, long enough for Wayne's cigarette to burn down to the filter. He stomps it out then bends to grab the butt and shove it in the ashtray stuffed between his side and the rail.

"What about you?" You blurt out.

Wayne frowns, shakes his head in contemplation as he traces the conversation back, trying to find the stray thread you're picking at. "I'm sat out here with you, aren't I?"

The words aren't spoken unkindly; there's affection in his tone, a softness in his blue eyes, and you lean back into his side as lightly as possible. Wayne sighs, shuffles closer, welcomes the strange style of hug you've decided to give him.

An arm slung over your shoulder tucks you into his side. He's not a man of many words and he's as tactile as Eddie is once he gets the chance to relax. If nothing else, he knows you appreciate it.

Whether that boy in there puts a ring on your finger someday or not, kid, you're gonna be a Munson. Give us time.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “Napping is absolutely a date”

A/N: very very very very slight mentions of spicy content at the end

You yawned deeply as you checked your reflection in your mirror. It was Friday night and you were at your house getting ready for your date with Eddie. He had a Hellfire campaign tonight so you were going to meet him at his place and head out to get dinner and a movie. You checked your face, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the bags you had under your eyes. You were exhausted but you needed this date, you had a stressful week that had ended with you pulling an all-nighter last night for a test you had today, so you wanted some fun with your boyfriend.

Once you were ready you got in your car and drove over to the trailer park, noticing Eddie getting out of the van just as you pulled up next to him.

“Hey babe!” He called out, walking over to open your door for you, a big smile on his face. He took your hand and helped you out, pulling you to him to lay a quick kiss to your lips. “I missed you.” He said against them.

“It’s only been like 4 hours.” You teased, returning a large smile while Eddie dragged you along to his front door.

“Yeah, well, it was too long. And all I could think about during the game was seeing you again.” He said, bowing a little as he gestured for you to enter through the door he was holding open.

You laughed lightly as you made your way down the hall to Eddie’s room with him following close behind you. “I’m sure they all loved that.”

“Oh totally, no one was making fun of me at all.” He said sarcastically as you sat on his bed. “But, I do stink, it was really hot in the drama room tonight, so I’m going to take a quick shower before we go, okay sweetness?” He asked as he grabbed what you assumed was a clean shirt off of the bed next to you.

“Sounds good, Eds. I’ll be here.” You said, picking up one of his music magazines to occupy the time.

“Great.” He grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek before heading to the bathroom.

You leaned back against his pillows as you read, getting comfortable while you waited. Before you could even notice your eyelids drooping though, you were fast asleep.

Eddie came in 15 minutes later, hair dripping water onto his shirt as he ran a towel over it. “Almost ready ba-“ He started before noticing your sleeping form. He smiled softly as he watched you sleep peacefully. He knew you had been up all night and had been exhausted all day, but you had insisted on still going out, wanting to spend time with him. He could wake you up, but he knew you needed the sleep more than you needed to see that new movie. You both could go tomorrow.

He threw the towel on the back of a chair and then gently got into bed next to you, trying not to disturb you. You were on your side, facing away from him as he slotted himself behind you, spooning you. He leaned over to leave a soft kiss on your cheek again before wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling into you, breathing the lavender scent of your shampoo as he buried his head in your hair. “I love you baby.” He whispered before he closed his eyes contentedly and soon fell asleep as well.

You woke up a little groggy, confused momentarily as to where you were. You looked around Eddie’s room, realizing you must have fallen asleep. You looked at the clock on his end table and saw that it read 10:30pm, you had been asleep for about 3 hours. You shot up suddenly in a panic, not noticing the arm around your waist and causing Eddie to startle awake.

“Hmm, what’s going on?” He said sleepily, blinking at the light that was slightly blinding him as he woke up.

“Eddie! We were sleeping! Why didn’t you wake me up?” You scolded.

“You looked so peaceful, and I know you needed the sleep so I let you. We can go see the movie tomorrow.” He said matter of factly as he stretched.

“I’m sorry we missed our date.” You sighed sadly.

“We didn’t.” Eddie smiled mischievously at you.

“What do you mean? We slept through dinner and the movie.” You reminded with a cocked brow.

“Napping is absolutely a date sweetheart.” He informed, a cheeky smile on his face. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the fond smile you had on your face. You went to retort a smart ass comment when your stomach growled loudly, pulling a chuckle from your boyfriend. “Let’s continue with the awake part of the date now, and I can make us some mac and cheese and we can watch that movie we rented the other day again, sound good?” He suggested sweetly.

“Yeah sounds good, honey.” You answered, helping him out of bed once you had gotten up. “Thank you Eddie.” You said softly as he took your hand to lead you to the kitchen.

“Anytime sweet thing, now how about I tell you about the dream I had while I make food? You were kissing my neck and down my chest, you did that thing with your tongue I like.” He started, a shit-eating grin on his face, pulling a shy groan from you as you flushed.

“Eddie!” You exclaimed as he laughed loudly.

“You sound just like my dream babe.”

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"...and whenever I use my new big dick, I will think of you and all you've done for me."

I just think a physical manifestation of Guillermo negging Nandor every time he touches his dick would have been sooooo funny. (I drew this right after ep 3 aired and the fact that it's canon Nandor has been basically avoiding Marwa ever since is...certainly something lmao)

(Click for quality! ID in alt and under cut)

[ID: 1a. Dark interior of a coffin. Close up Nandor's face laying over Marwa, her knees pulled up around his waist, grinning smugly into her shoulder. We can only see the back of Marwa's perfect head. He says, "What do you think, my sweet Marwa? Isn't it magnificent?" 1b. Reverse shot over Nandor's shoulder. Nandor pulls back to look at his wife and his eyes bug out of his head to see a naked Guillermo laying there instead, in the same position Marwa was in, smirking cooly up at him. Guillermo responds "Yep. You're welcome for that, by the way."

2. The scene brightens with candlelight as Nandor suddenly launches himself backwards out of the coffin and plasters himself to the ceiling, eyes the size of dinner plates and surrounded by question marks. Birds-eye view over his shoulder at Marwa, laying naked in the coffin as she has been the entire time. She sits up and reaches out to him in concern, saying "Nandor? Husband? Are you alright?"

3. Nandor, nude but for a blanket around his waist, launches himself down the stairs into his secret room at vampiric speed. He shouts, "Djinn! What have you done!!" Standing in the foreground, his back to Nandor, the djinn smirks to himself as he reads a book titled "1001 Nights of Passion".

4a. A different night. Nandor stands alone somewhere in the house, taking a moment to adjust himself in his pants - perhaps he does need new clothes for his new penis. 4b. Nandor jumps in shock as a vision of Guillermo suddenly appears at his shoulder with a mean smile, saying, "Remember when I saved your old penis from witches?" Nandor instinctively wraps his cape around himself as he exclaims "Fuck! Ing! Guy!"

5a. A different night. Shot from behind of Nandor peeking nervously around the corner toward the main entry of the house, where Marwa, wearing a green peasant dress from Target, is passing by calling out "Nandor, my love, where are you?" with a worried expression.

5b. Now that she has passed by, Nandor turns around to face the viewer and leans back against the wall with a sigh of relief. 5c. Repeat of 5b; Nandor opens his eyes and glances suspiciously to the side as his hand creeps beneath his tunic and into his trousers.

5d. Close up of Nandor in profile, looking nervous or maybe anticipatory, looking down towards his crotch offscreen. His lips are pursed cautiously as he undoes his pants with an audible zip. 5e. Repeat of 5d; a vision of Guillermo appears in the foreground, peering judgmentally over Nandor's shoulder toward his occupied penis. He says, "Don't mess up your pants - I dry clean them for you every week, you know." Nandor's expression crumples into an anxious pout, whining as he realizes the djinns consequences have prevailed. /end ID]