#AND THEN THE SECOND WAS AN IMAGE THAT WAS GLADLY CUT OFF SO YOU COULD ONLY SEE THE SMUG ASS EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE (and his shoulders to ig

[eugism]

MATCH UP TRADE!!

for: @imjustabeanie

I match you with...

JADE LEECH

☆ Now this was kind of to tricky, It was hard to decide between the Leech twins but I ended up with Jade.

☆ Honestly I don't think he'd care much about you at first, he doesn't care about anybody at first. How you got him interested in you might differ, he's unpredictable.

☆ Now, in a relationship, Jade wouldn't be too different. Like at all. He's not one to show affection most of the time, and that might lead to some disagreements. But overall he literally doesn't care. We all know he's sketchy and very much a red flag, so don't expect a dull moment.

☆ He likes watching you call out others with no filter. It's entertaining and watching the other party stammer for a response is even funnier. He himself is very blunt but he's way more discreet about it. You don't even realize he's insulting you because he's so subtle about it.

☆ But just because he's subtle about it doesn't mean he's any better. He's very blunt and does not give two shits about others' feelings or opinions. He's also incredibly honest, you just have to get him to talk because he won't tell unless you ask.

☆ He's not one to pry. Yes, he'd be interested in why you're so guarded all the time and why you don't talk about yourself for a change, and yes he'd annoy the hell out of you with passive but irking comments, but he'd get pretty bored of trying if you don't give him an answer. But if you're in a playful mood and just nudge his curiosity with tiny facts without context and he's at quare one again. Sometimes he says stuff about you that you're sure you didn't tell him, but it's Jade Leech, he'll find out one way or the other.

☆ Now the fun part is the discussions and conversations you have with him on the daily, an overhearing grandma could have an heart attack because of them! He'd very much indulge in your dubious experiments, hell if you let him use mushrooms in some of them he's willing to ditch Azul for a day and encourage whatever twisted fantasy you came up with that day.

☆ Jade is very smart. He's the type to not care about grades yet get a good one every. damn. time. He's cunning, he can and will destroy someone's self-image just because they annoyed him once. Talking to him is sort of a trade, you let him talk about what he likes and he'll happily listen to yours. If you cut him off? He's not communicating with you unless you bribe him somehow.

☆ He's a huge, huge tease. He's way subtler about it than Floyd is, but he's also way wittier. If you end up bickering and teasing each other, he's say something so outrageous and unexpected that you'll just stare at him for a while. If you manage to come up with something equally outrageous? It's practically a challenge for him now.

☆ When you happen to isolate yourself he'll just talk shit about anything and anyone until he finds the thing that angered you and let you join in on the shit-talking train. Be careful of what you say though, he probably will use it against you in the future.

☆ He likes all the stuff you give him and all the videos you send him. He'll occasionally give you (non-poisonous?) mushrooms that look horrible and send you disturbing videos. He knows you won't be fazed but he tries to spook you anyway.

☆ Contrary to popular belief this man cannot cook to save his life. Even Floyd cooks better. The main reason for this is he adds weird stuff that shouldn't be added into recipes. He experimented on Mostro Lounge customers once and Azul was not happy. But he'll gladly eat your food! I firmly believe he doesn't have tastebuds.

☆ Jade loves watching you argue with other people, he'll just stumble upon an argument you're having and stand their ominously behind you until the person you're arguing with notices him. They immediately leave. He lets you believe it's because of you.

☆ You are not allowed to be in the Mostro Lounge at times where Jade is there. Jade's productivity plummets to the ground the second he spots you and Azul can't get him to stop talking to you.

☆ He can also be very jealous if you ignore him for a long period of time. He doesn't look the type, but what makes whatever you're talking about with that Heartslabyul student more interesting than him? He knows he isn't exactly average, and he likes it that way. He knows you like it that way. So why are you talking with someone so bland when he's right here? He doesn't get it.

☆ He's not entirely sure why, but he finds your passiveness towards things that others find disturbing, like crime scenes, to be a very attractive trait. He's a freak like that. You can go freak4freak.

Your dorm is...

DIASOMNIA

☆ A lot of people in Diasomnia are quite mischevious, which I think fits you. They are mostly open and blunt, and they can come off as rude. They're not afraid to speak their mind even if others don't agree.

☆ People in Diasomnia value privacy and are often misjudged as intimidating even though they can be quite sweet and open when you get to know them.

☆ Diasomnians don't conform to the norms even though they may be trying to. They stand out no matter where they go. They come off as arrogant sometimes, but it's just how they are.

Thanks for trading with me :) Have a good day or night!

[popculturebuffet]

Transformers Cyberverse: Megatron is My Hero Review (Patreon Review for Brotoman.exe)

Hello all you happy autobots. If you've been missing my look at more than meets the eye, don't worry as we're back with some robots in disguise. Transformers ONE is here and it is incredible and while i'll gladly review it next week for now we're looking at something related, another look at Megatron as he broke bad, the Transformers Cyberverse episode, Megatron is My Hero.

Transformers Cyberverse is a series I tried but could not get into. I loved animated, tried prime but fell behind on it, and fresh off getting into MTMTE I very much wanted more Transformers. I tried the first ep.. but it's just bumblbee using the radio gimmick and Windblade being the straight man.

Cyberse's problems, as I expected and tv tropes helpfully confirmed come from executive mandates: exceutive swanted Bumblbeee to have his car gimmick from the movies, which dosen't work nearly as well when you can't lisence songs or car commericals for it, the heavy flashbacks. These were ditched with season 2 and apparently the show picke dup from there so i'm more than happy to give it a full look at some point, as it does seem to get genuinely better and has an arc focusing on my boy hot rod. That alone is enough.

For now we're looking at an early episode under the cut as Bumblbee makes friends, gets throat crushed and otherwise is kind of an accesory in his own memories

We begein with Bumblebee is in his mind palace , which I suspect was a way to let bee talk normally before doing away with the voice box gimmick the second they could in season 2. He's reliving his past memories of Megatron and opens with Bee in the past chilling with Shockwave of all bots as they watch Megatron easily win as a gladiator.

Megatron as a gladiator happens in way more continuties than I realized which I found out thanks to reddit, starting wtih the UK G1 comics and continuing into both IDW continuties , the alligned continuity and more. I mostly associate it with IDW where he went from miner to gladiator hero. It's a backstory I like, that he was a hero of the people.. but in a way that still kept him down as like gladiators of old he has little choice

Here it's santized slightly being more like pro wrestling, though Megatron still beats the crap out of his opponent, gladly working the crowd. Bumblbee also high fives Shockwave, an image I will never forget and will treasure forever.

So Bumblebee declares Megaton is his Hero and this annoys his mind palace roomate Windblade. Windblade is a recent addition to the franchise, being added in the idw comics but quickly appearing in cyberverse and elsewhere. She's a cityspeaker, who can talk to city sized transformers and is generally pretty goo din the comics. In this season she's more an overprotective big sister and gets mad at an amnesiac for not remembering his greatest foe sucks dirty ass in thunderstorms. So she gestures him to a ... memory of Megatron holding a rally.

Rather than talking about his good friend hanniballectertron, Megatron is a good politican with an actual point: that cybertron needs to be better and optimus and co are all behind him.. literally and figuratively.

So to help the next memory... abrubtly skips to Megatron being awful.

Yeah this is what happen when you DEMAND the writers make every episode self contained yet also part of a larger story.. in 11 minutes. Hasbro.. thought none of this through and as such the crew kinda had to speed run his origin, which means the key pieces that make Megatrons origins in IDW and One so intresting.. are missing. We don't know WHY he went from a beloved politican to having his minons torture people and a tense conversation with optimus. Marc Thompson does a good job as Megs, easily.. but he dosen't really get filled out. He just goes from seeming genuine and helpful to

He COULD have been faking, true.. but we never get that. Or any sense at least in this episode WHY he's like this. I get it's from Bee's perspective, but we know Bee looked up to him, genuinely idolzied him and we could've gotten some insight into who megs is and why he became the monster he did thorugh how he handled bumblbee's disllusionment. Instead by the time we catch up Bee's already mildly scared of the guy. We miss a whole chapter of Megs life that explains why shit is this bad for him just in his villian later chilling and vaugely threatning optimus and bee.

That said the crew still did their best and the final scene.. is genuinely chilling. It's also one Windblade is TRYING to keep from Bee, wanting him to stop digging as she apparently just realized "Shit he'll probably relive the worst moment of his life" as it involves megatron.. and thus Bee directly looks for it.l

Bee was on a mission for the autobots early in the war when , despite his best efforts he was captured and taken directly to Megatron. Megatron is at his best all episode here: he offers bee a choice, making a case for how the strong must rule and all that jazz. Well okay maybe not that Jazz he's on the Autobots but Megatron is working on him. Bee refuses.. and Megatron shifts, revealing his evil plan and i'ts chilling: to make EVERY cybertronian a decepticon wether they want it or not. Peace through Tyranny. It works well.. and it makes what he does next chilling.. so Bee dosen't tell anyone.. he crushes his throat. And while we don't SEE most of it, we hear it and it.. is chilling

Bee takes it in stride, restored in who megatron was.. and okay with it. He can talk in his brain at least.. and talk and talk and.. maybe shut up now please?

Megatron is my hero is .. okay. That last scene does most of the lifting, but i'ts a hint at what the show COULD be and apparently is after this point. It's very much a one sccene an done high five episode but at 11 minutes it wasn't painful either. It was just kinda there. Still it does have me curious about the rest of the series at least so that's.. something. Thanks for reading

[hotvinimon]

Sure Cas~

Yandere gym bro x reader

Plot : Saying yes to a hangout unexpected future

Author’s note : The images are not mine. I don not support this kind of behaviour and highly condemn these activities. This kind of behaviour is not tolerated in actual life. Reader is portrayed as pick me girl who is asking for it.

Warnings : MDNI. The images are not mine. Credits to the owner

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“I’m Casper, and that’s great tho. How about a coffee down the street ?” He offered.

“Sure Cas! I would love to “ you chimed happily. Cas, he loved the sound of it. Seeing you happy and smiling at him makes him all giddy and mushy. He is a strong guy, who is usually stoic and cold, who minds his own business, who doesn’t spare a glance to anyone, who is not feeling all the dark things, who now wants to keep you under his skin, who wants to sweep you off your feet and fly to his home, who wants to keep you with him forever, who feels so overwhelmed and dizzy by all this, Cas~ Cas~ Cas~, only your voice is ringing in his head, who wants to hear that every moment of his life.

“CAS !!! Are you listening ??” a loud voice brings him back to Earth. He sees you eyeing him carefully and leaning dangerously close to his face.

“Oh yes sweetheart, I’m alright. Let’s go” he replied.

At the cafe

The cafe was small and cute, with no souls except a cute barista making drinks.

“Welcome to HahaBoba, what can I get you guys ?” The cute boy chirped. “We would take an iced black coffee and..“ Casper looked over to you for your response “I would like a caramel macchiato” you replied. “ One iced black and one caramel macchiato coming right up”.

You guys Casper paid for your drinks spotted an empty table in the cafe and went there. “So, what do you do y/n ?” Casper asked with a sickeningly sweet smile that you couldn’t help but melt in. “Ohh, I’m fashion designer. What about you ?” You asked. “That’s so cool. I own and operate gym chains in the area.” he replied. “You mean the one where we were working out ? Aren’t there like..some…35 locations where that gym operates ??? O my god!!! That’s so cool!!!” you were totally shocked. “Haha.. yeah that’s not a big thing tho.” he replied with a shy smile and pink pixie dust settling on his cheeks.

“Are you kidding me ?? That’s really so coo-” “Here is your order guys. i hope you like it” you were cut off by the barista who may or may not have received a very sharp death like glare from Casper. “Our orders are here. Let me get those.” dished and dashed without waiting for Casper to reply, with your voluminous and jiggling bouncy assets, which may or may not have caught his eye… may or may not saving the boy’s life.

“here is your iced coffee Cas.” you handed him his drinks and sipped yours making another melodious moan out of your glossy cherry lips. “O my god !! this is so good Cas~. you have to try it.” with that you offered him your drink from which he gladly sipped tasting every bit of your remains drink.

“It’s actually good.” he told you. “Right ??? I told you” you suggested. He couldn’t ignore that flirty tone of yours.

A sharp tune ringed from your phone earning your attention. “Excuse me for a second Cas” you picked up your phone and started talking animatedly. O\And the only thing Casper could focus on was your juicy lips parting and closing, some time sucking sipping the drink, imagining all the evil things they could do to him, maybe ruin his whole life, maybe make him nothing but an obedient pet, maybe…

After good 10 minutes you ended and focused back on your Cas. “I’m so sorry Cas. It was one of my clients. I had really good time with you. But I have to go now. Thanks for the drinks again.” you apologized with a pout on those glossy & juicy lips. And once again Casper was out of his dreams but this time, with a very prominent bulge.

Were you really gonna leave him after causing so much trouble ?? Alas, this is 2024 and not 1918 or something where he could keep you and not a single soul would question.

“That’s alright. I had a really good time as well. How about you give me your number ?? I could help you with everything workout ?? He suggested.

“Really ?? Thank you so much Cas~. That’s so sweet of you” you squealed like a pick me high school girl, handing him your phone and sliding next to him .

"That sounds fantastic," he said, feeling a rush as he entered your number, watching your assets teasingly close to him. You were truly unaware of your effect, weren't you? He wondered.

Not really. And you knew that.

Next

V-Chan’s Dilly Dally

Here is the first case scenario to the poll. I guess this would be the option that would be chosen as a majority. If may make an alternative ending to the other option. And I'm never maybe not never doing poll again. It breaks my heart to say no.

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[wrestlezaynia]

Not sure if you're taking requests of these prompts, if you are this would be nice please, if not, that's okay, just ignore this

"Accidentally" walking in on someone naked prompts.

Embarrassed:

"I'm sorry, I-" *your sentence cut short as your eyes wander*

"About Last Night."

Kevin grumbles as the sun seeps into the room, turning on his side to avoid the blinding light when he notices Sami isn't laying beside him. Did he leave without saying goodbye? No, Sami wouldn't do that. Would he? The mere concept making his heart sink as he pries himself out of bed to use the bathroom, wearing only a pair of boxers.

Upon entering the bathroom, he's met with a titillating sight: Sami, fresh out of the shower, with a towel hugging his hips. "I'm sorry, I..." Kevin trails off, losing his train of thought as he excuses himself from the room, images of their steamy encounter flooding his brain.

Sami emerges from the bathroom moments later still wearing a towel, his face flushed. An awkward silence befalls them, so quiet you can hear a pin drop. "Are we going to talk about last night or pretend it never happened?" Sami asks nervously, butterflies in his stomach.

Kevin can feel his stomach churn as the question escapes Sami's lips. He remembers last night vividly. Every kiss, every touch, permanently etched in his memory. "What's there to talk about?" Kevin counters, maintaining his composure despite his insides shaking. "We had sex."

Sami shakes his head in response, his emotions beginning to stir. "That wasn't "just sex," Kev." He retorts, his voice wavering slightly. "I felt something last night, something I never felt with anyone." Sami confesses softly, his heart beating fast. "I know you felt it too."

He did feel it. He'll never forget the look Sami gave him when he was thrusting inside him. So pure, so full of love as he made sweet, passionate love to him. Their bodies moving perfectly in sync. "You're making too big a deal of this Sami, it was just sex." Kevin replies, averting his gaze, knowing Sami could see right through his façade.

Sami knows Kevin and knows when he's lying. "Kevin, look at me." He coaxes, tilting his chin forcing him to make eye contact. "It's okay to be scared, I'm scared too but I can't keep fighting my feelings for you."

Sami has him backed into a corner, there is no escape. On the verge of surrender, the wall he built around his heart starting to crumble as he slaps Sami's hand away in desperation. "I'm not scared, Sami."

"You are scared Kevin, you're terrified!" Sami interjects, growing weary of his stubbornness. "Look at you, you're shaking." He adds, touching Kevin's arm. "Kev, it's okay." Sami soothes, skimming over Kevin's skin with his fingertips. "You're my best friend, you can tell me anything."

By now Kevin's emotions are spiraling out of control. He wanted, no, needed to tell Sami but, unfortunately, expressing his feelings isn't Kevin's forte so he settles on pulling Sami into his arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Finding solace in his warm embrace.

A soft smile adorns Sami's face as he gladly returns the hug, holding him close with no intention of letting go. "I'm here, Kev." He whispers softly, caressing the small of Kevin's back. "And I always will be."

A sense of comfort washes over Kevin as he clings to Sami tightly. Between Sami gently stroking his back and their bare chests pressed flush together, he's beginning to feel a little too relaxed.

Sami's arms are like a second home to Kevin and when he's holding him all of his problems melt away. "Looks like someone's feeling better." Sami quips, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as his gaze drifts from the bulge jutting from Kevin's boxers to back on Kevin.

And just like that, Kevin's struck with another wave of emotion. The way Sami's looking at him gives him butterflies and the longer Kevin stares into his warm honey eyes, the braver he becomes. "Sami, I-"

"I know Kev, you don't have to say it." Sami soothes, reaching down to cup Kevin's cheek. "I can see it in your eyes."

Kevin leans into Sami's touch, sending shivers up his spine. "I want to say it." Kevin insists, releasing the breath he didn't realize he's holding. "Sami..." Kevin's voice is soft, barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with you." His heart pounding as the confession slips past his lips, tears brimming his eyes. A sense of fear and excitement washing over him.

Hearing Kevin whisper those five little words fills Sami's heart with joy. His own eyes welling with tears when he notices Kevin's, beaming with pride that he has finally built up the courage to tell him how he feels. "I'm so in love with you." Sami whispers back, his voice trembling as their lips connect in a tender kiss, excited for what the future holds.

Tagging: @loki69zowens, @wrestlingdespairings, @eleanor24, @go-beatrizaf-blog and @wrestlingprincess80. My sincerest apologies if you wanted to be tagged, Tumblr still isn't tagging properly! 🙄 Regardless, thank you for reading and my requests are open! 😊💖

[creptolli]

Distance

Gaz x Reader oneshot with a GN!Reader :3

Word Count: 989 Words.

Warnings: None!! Just fluff :DD

Messaging your boyfriend felt like the only way you two communicated lately, only ever getting to see half photos of him before he has to put his phone down and continue his day like you don't exist. Sometimes, just sometimes, it makes you feel like shit. Not bullshit, but dogshit at the least. 

You are well aware that it is far from his choice, which makes you feel even worse. It's not like you can tell him, he can't do anything about it. So instead, you put up with it. Like always.

This entire thought process is swiftly cut off by ringing. You let out a sigh of relief to distinctly see the name 'LOML <333'.

"Love! Look!" Kyle cheerily whisper-yelled at his brightly lit phone illuminating the mildly dark room he was sat in, flipping it to reveal a very neatly presented barrack. "It took me so bloody long, but I finally got it perfectly cleaned up." He said exasperated, clearly proud of his work. You couldn't help but chuckle at his adorable behaviour, gladly assuring him that he did a good job. "You do realise you're going to mess that very tightly done bed up when you sleep in like, what, twenty minutes?" You said playfully.

"..." Radio silence. 

"Okay so while you're technically right-" He began rambling, only causing you to laugh once again. Despite the distance and blank spots between talking, sometimes going even weeks without seeing anything from each other, it was worth it. For this, for him, it was worth it.

After noticing a good thirty, maybe forty seconds of silence on his end, you spoke up. "You okay-?" Before being quickly cut off by a yell and a blurred screen. You could barely see or hear what was happening, just the occasional inaudible "Oi give it back-!"  that you could obviously tell was your beloved boyfriends voice. "Kyle.. You good..?" You trailed, doubting he would hear. It was only when a new face - well, somewhat familiar face - popped onto the still mostly blurred screen bobbing up and down that you fully grasped what was happening.

"Hi?" You awkwardly asked the man who you could barely recognise to be Johnny with a smile. Kyle had mentioned him before as well as a small image from a distance that he clearly sniped. "Oh hello! You look good, you 'is partner?" The harshly Scottish man asked while slightly out of breath, undoubtedly running from your boyfriend. "Yeah, he didn't mention you were Scottish." You said with a chuckle, experiencing what you can only imagine to be whiplash from the sudden accent shock. "Oh so 'e mentioned me?" Probably not what you meant for him to focus on in that sentence, but it was funny nonetheless. "Once or, well once." You filled the sound of his hard breathing and footsteps with mindless babbles, introducing yourself as you could see his eyes dart behind and in front of him.

"OH SHITE-" You hear him yell as he crashes into something, or someone. From your end, it was hilarious. From his, probably not so much. 

"Finally caught you, you bloody weasel." You recognise Kyle say to him as he attempts to snatch the phone back. Which is only prevented by someone else - the person Johnny crashed into - picking up the phone instead.

"What the fuck - who the fuck is this?" You hear a deep English accent ask as he moves his eyes from you to the men in front of him. At this point, your camera was angled to the roof, feeling the need to hide yourself away from this part of the conversation. Yet your curiosity and need for drama kept you closely listening.

"It's nobody, give me my phone back Simon-" Kyle pleaded, reaching for his phone as you now saw the man, Simon. He wore a black balaclava with a skull mask on it, which only made you wonder if he always wore it. Obviously it was late at night in the barracks, was he just... always wearing it? Kyle hadn't mentioned him before, so your interest was piqued. 

"It's 'is partner~" You heard Johnny tease in a sing-songy tone before getting slapped on the back of the head by Kyle. "Jesus, you just gotta let everyone know?" He said, evidently annoyed by the invasion of privacy. You found it funny, but you probably weren't going to let your boyfriend know that until later.

"So this is what all that bloody commotion was about?" Simon asked referring to the running all across the barracks, sounding somewhat frustrated. "Um. Maybe." Kyle awkwardly answered, glaring down at Johnny. "Be quieter next time, Jesus." Simon muttered with a disapproving tone. "Sorry L.T." Johnny said reaching back up for the phone, which was quickly recoiled back. "Uh uh, this is mine now. Someone's gotta teach ya to be bloody quiet, it's like fuckin' 10:30PM." Simon scolded, your face partially being visible on the screen held above his head. "Wha', got a bed time L.T?" Johnny mockingly asked, only to be responded with a pestering reminder of the training they have to start tomorrow.

"That's unfair, I didn't choose for my bloody phone to be stolen!" Kyle protested, gesturing to Johnny who was brushing himself off after the tumble he took. "Oi, no' my fault. I' was so easy, you were practically askin' for it!" Johnny said, chuckling as he saw half of your face curiously stalking the conversation safely from your room back home. "Aight, enough bickering you dumbasses. See you in the mornin'" Simon said as he walked off from the two whisper arguing.

"Night love!" Kyle called out in a hushed shout as he slapped Johnny on the back of the head, annoyed by the whole fiasco. 

Just as speedily as the call began, it ended. The large man - Simon - hung it up the moment he made space between your boyfriend and him.

Hm. That was... normal..

[paliancock]

in true nature to valentine’s day, here’s some nsfw nellis headcanons and rambles hehe ❤️‍🔥

they’re pretty freaky with each other ngl. in the beginning when they were still getting used to each other and exploring things were awkward and simple you know? but as time went on, they realized most importantly how comfortable they were and after that began delving deeper into it, trying existing kinks out, new ones, and even extreme ones

nick mainly tops and is the one who has the more extreme kinks; however, they do switch and ellis ends up being just as freaky as nicky. it takes him a second to get the hang of things but i feel like once he did, he totally indulges

speaking of kinks and turns on and whatnot, there’s a lot i feel they would be into.. some specific ones would be: oral fixation, ass worship, bondage/bdsm, water sports, and heavy on the dom/sub aspect of things

ellis is the one who has the oral fixation kink. he loves to have his mouth fucked, to be used and abused. i feel like ellis would be a masochist overall, so he’d be the one getting slapped around and roughed up, tied up, whipped, peed on, etc. he’s an adrenaline junkie and everything about sleeping with nick checks the thrill list; doing crazy sexual things he never thought he would with another guy no less, who is a criminal and sexy??? its like a movie lol, also think ellis would have an exhibition kink

i think nick would definitely be a sadist; power, control, and inflicting pain, what more could he ask for? he also is an ass man and would be the one with the ass worship kink for sure, and it makes it so much better that ellis has such a tight cute butt lol. anyways he loves it when ellis sits on his face and smothers him, loves to use toys on him, and will even make him wear plugs in public every now and again. ellis’ exhibition kink works perfect because nick is a dirty perv and will gladly sit and watch and admire him

nick sits down and orders ellis to undress, which he gladly does, and then proceeds to tell him all the things he wants the kid to do to himself. touch his chest, pinch at his nipples, rub his cock and fondle his sack, shove a finger in his mouth and slowly take it out, then tease his ass and shove it in— (that one fucking master chief meme audio where he’s like i need you to take a picture with your ass out And your back bent in with your pussy barely peeking through from a low angle with your face in it winking with your tongue out and— that’s nick i’m in tears lmao)

ellis is Loud. like, sometime too loud. nick absolutely loves it tho and actually actively encourages it, but on more than one occasion they have had noise complaints lol

not so nsfw, but anyways idk if i could see them fully cross dressing but if they did partake it would be simple, but man the image of nick and ellis in fancy alluring lingerie is so artsy, especially nick lol it totally fits his aesthetic

they’re both smokers, nick more so than ellis but ellis still does it. anyways you will always catch them smoking cigarettes together naked after every session, hell rs even during the session

tbh i can see them partaking in knife play but like, in a specific scenario. they’re fighting, nick ends up pushing ellis against the wall and whips out a knife and holds it against his neck, but ellis eggs him on. “you ain’t shit nick,” “you won’t fuckin do a goddamn thing” “you’re so big and tough, fuckin do it then, cut me motherfucker“ and uh nick actually does, but not on his neck. he swiftly brings the blade up to ellis’ cheekbone and slices fast. he doesn’t get him that deep, but enough to draw blood and catch ellis off guard; but that’s what he asked for, right? what happens next hmm.. they make out? ellis wrestles nick for the knife? is he successful and overpowers nick, giving him a taste of his own medicine, or is nick able to prevail, deciding to punish ellis for his behavior?

[finn89342]

Hey it’s me, so do you think you can explained how The Matron got her scars. Sorry if it’s too much it’s just your the second person I found who does stuff about her. Thank you.

OMG OMG OMG YESS, IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!! I will use ANY opportunity to talk about her more. Don’t EVER apologize for asking stuff like this, it means the world to me that you are interested! I’m glad to give you (or really anyone for that matter) more content about her. She needs so much more love, and I’ll gladly be the person to give her that.

Anyway, let me actually answer the question instead of geeking out about The Matron (except I’ll probably end up doing exactly that). Fair warning, this might be a bit of a long post. Some of the scars on her body are simply from tussles and fights from the other major demons, as well as some slip-ups with her buzzsaws. But I’ll go into more detail.

For example:

The one shown here (on her right hand) are from her accidentally slicing herself with her buzzsaws while trying to keep them maintained (cleaning/sharpening/replacing them).

These three (first is her right thigh, second is her left hand, third is left under underarm) were caused by fights she got into with the other major demons (“bosses”). Who exactly? I don’t really have a good answer atm, so you can interpret it to be whoever you want it to be.

The rest of the scaring (except for one that I’ll get to in a second) was due to the ‘incident’ with Doug and the ambulance chase (AKA, her boss fight). The exact scarring placement for most of those was taken off of this specific sprite of her in one of the SDD Chapter 2 teasers made a while ago (forgot the exact date it was released, sorry)

And for the other two that I’ll mention here.

This one (the one going down her chest/stomach, but it reaches slightly past the navel) was also from the ‘Doug ambulance chase’ incident, where (this doesn’t happen canonically of course, but it’s more of a more gruesome version of it ig?) would be from her landing directly onto on of the saws, cutting her open (won’t go into too much detail, but I think you get the idea). Her nurses helped to stitch her back together, but that wound is still relatively fresh. That’s why she still has her stitches. Somehow, she survived that, along side the many other injuries she got from that ambulance chase. I guess even demons can have miracles happen to them too (thank goodness).

The last one I’ll mention for now is this one here (on her left thigh). This was a self-inflicted injury. I don’t have a good (or exact) story for it, but this would be her ‘most recent’ scar. As of ‘now’, she’s a bit more mentally stable than she was after regaining her consciousness after the whole ‘ambulance chase’ happened. She’s still recovering (mentally and physically) from it, and she has a long way to go. But, that outcome will most likely change depending on what happens in the ‘true’ ending in Chapter 5. Looks like we will have to wait and see.

She has quite a few more scars, but they aren’t shown in any of the images I have posted previously. I guess there are some I forgot to mention too, so I apologize for that.

I know this is quite a long post, and I’m not sure if this will all make sense, but I hope this was what you were looking for. I would love to make more stuff in the near future like this. I’m so thankful you asked since I get to autisticly rant (I’m allowed to say that) about The Matron. I love her so much, I could literally talk about her for days without stopping. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask! I would love to answer them.

[sl-vega]

✧Sticking to the Script✧-09

⋆｡°✩ 09-i swear i'm not a gold digger guys

You and Xingqiu were walking together in a park, hand-in-hand, fingers interlocked. To any passerby, you looked like any other young couple. Xingqiu had brought you to this park before, you had grown accustomed to listening to his rambles about literature, while the two of you walked together, you had found it rather endearing.

"My apologies, I was rambling again, wasn't I?" he said as his face flushed. He had such a formal way of speaking. You didn't know why, but you always observed his mannerisms.

"It's not fair for me to just go on and on. How's the play going?" he asked, trying to switch the subject back to you.

So polite too, you had thought. Chaoxi never acted like that when the two of you were together. Wait, you said to yourself, that's not fair to Xingqiu. Even if the two of you weren't actually together, it still wasn't right to constantly compare him to your ex.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Xingqiu's asked, his grip on your hand tightening. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff." you replied, feeling guilty about your previous thoughts. "Production hasn't started yet." you said, answering his previous question.

He muttered a quiet "Oh." before the two of you continued walking in silence. "How long have you been acting?" he asked, attempting to hold the conversation.

"Since I was five."

"What was your first speaking role?"

"Tinkerbell, it was for a school play in first grade."

The conversation continued back and forth, he asked the questions and you gladly answered them.

"Why do you like acting?" he asked. It took you a second to think of an answer. "I like it for a lot of reasons. I love being on stage, I love making people feel things. I love becoming someone completely different, even if it's only for a brief moment." you had caught yourself going on and on this time.

"Sorry, I'm rambling-"

"I don't mind." Xingqiu had cut you off. "Sorry, I mean, I like hearing you talk." he continued, his face flushed. You smiled "Aww, you're so sweet Xingqiu." you looked at the sky, the sun was setting. TIme seemed to go by faster whenever the two of you were together.

"It's getting late, I should probably get going." you said, trying to hide your disappointment. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" he nodded as you walked away.

"Wait!" he called out. You turned around as he walked to you, getting something out of his pocket. He pulled out a small box. "I got you something, think of it as a congratulations gift." he said as he opened the small container, inside, was a ring.

A very gorgeous ring at that.

Holy shit are those diamonds?!

He placed the ring on your right ring finger. "Xingqiu-thank you really-but I can't accept this. How much did this cost you?" Xingqiu paused, thinking for a second. "$30,000?" he said, not even sure with himself.

"30K?!" you exclaimed. Sure, you knew he was rich but you didn't think he was rich-rich. "Keep it. I mentioned you to my father and he insisted on getting you something." he told you as he held your hand, preventing you from taking the ring off.

"Do you like it?" he asked. You stared at the ring, moving your hand around so the jewel could catch the fading sunlight. "I love it, I really do. Thanks Xingqiu." you said looking back up at him.

"I should probably get going now." you said with a chuckle. You gently pecked his cheek before saying goodbye and walking away.

You stared at the ring as you walked, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You smiled, a big, dumb, genuine grin.

It's been a while since someone made you smile like that

additional notes:

-filler b4 production starts

-daily updates guys :3

-SO PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER

-as per usual time stamps don't matter

-the ring image is not meant to represent the reader's skin tone, it's just there to show you how the ring looks like

-that blue heart gif represents a time skip btw

-y/n rich boyfriend era

-ty again for all the love guys

masterlist

<prev ll next>

✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

(OPEN) Taglist: @freyao7, @thatoneswordgirl, @sn1perz, @latay7, @esmetrees, @nmriki0, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @httpsrenren, @cupid-spams, @aixaingela, @kaitfae, @luvkvni, @danhenglovebot

[anystalker707]

From the heart to the blade

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Pairing: Jeff The Killer x [gender neutral] Reader

Special fic request by @eyed-knife [exception bc he is my brother that loser]

Word count: ~ 1 100 Summary: You're simply obsessed with Jeff, but maybe he doesn't share the same feelings. Kind of content: Explicit violence / Obsession / Gore A/N: Not proofread. (Art Credit)

MASTERLIST

          The image of him never left your mind, really. He wanted to kill you—that’s a clear fact—, but he didn’t count on the red and blue lights shining into the room through the gaps of the curtains seconds before he could sink his shiny knife into that perfect little neck of yours. As much as he wanted to kill you, it wasn’t like it would be worth anything if he were just to make a quick swing at your neck and not even spend any time observing the beautiful blood spill on the floor. After all, he wasn’t a cheap killer.

What he didn’t count on, however, was the way it would just fucking earn him such an inconvenience. You were everywhere. Weren’t you traumatized or something that he had just killed some people that you knew right in front of you? Spilled their intestines on the ground so carelessly? Hell, you weren’t normal from the very start.

Maybe a trap would work?

The night was illuminated by the full moon, casting light all over the place. Jeff knew you would be there just like every other single time because, now, he made sure to leave behind gentle little tips that he was looking forward to seeing you again.

A sigh escaped his lips, transforming into steam in the cold night air. Jeff tried to polish his knife at least a little bit with the sleeve of his hoodie as he sat on that cold stone bench, making sure it was shiny enough. It’d been sharpened just days before. Perfect for use.

Not a lot of people would show up in such a monotonous part of the city—a park over the desert, troublesome neighborhoods—, so Jeff was sure that the distant sounds he heard were of you approaching. There was no surprise when his doubts were confirmed. He could feel a warm breath fanning over the side of his neck, suddenly sensing that presence right next to him, gaze burning into the side of his head. It was repugnant, but he didn’t think he would have it any other way, with such a precious and careful fan just like you, following every step, admitting all you did for him. How perfect could it be? And also so damn gross.

The corner of Jeff’s lips twitched. Wouldn’t you ever move? Announce yourself? For fuck’s sake.

“So you came,” his raspy voice cut through the silence, hoping you would finally say something.

“Of course,” you scoffed, taking a seat right next to him, grinning wide. Your heart beat in anticipation, the thrill of being so close to him by now. “Who do you think I am? Do you have any victims for tonight? Or are you just finally accepting my invitations to go out with me?”

Jeff scoffed. “Um, a little bit of both, really.”

“And what do you—”

The words died on your tongue the moment that your back met the ground, making you hiss at the pain, your air knocked out of you with the impact. What the fuck was that? Trying to sit up, however, the sharp pain against your neck made you freeze, widening your eyes and finally processing Jeff right there, over you. There’s an arm across your chest along with a knee over your thigh to keep you down along with the knife pressed to your neck. He didn’t even need that, really. You’d just gladly be pinned down by him.

“Give a good reason not to kill you right now.” His voice was low, breath fanning over your face, but the sight of such sleepless eyes gazing at you from so close made your heart skip beats.

“I love you?” You offered your best grin.

Jeff’s face didn’t change, eyebrows furrowed and lips still pursed, even if they were a little off, tugging at some points according to the irregular scars. “A valid reason.”

“Come on!” You sighed, groaning as you rolled your eyes. “You can just— I don’t know, teach me your art of killing... I would do anything to be by your side.”

“Sounds more like a pain in the ass.” He rolled his eyes as well, but it was in a distressed manner. A sharp sigh escaped his nose before he looked again at you. He ran his tongue over the pretty scars gracing the corners of his lips, looking impossibly good the way he delved in thoughts. “I hate you.”

“You hate me?” You chuckled, heart fluttering. “Oh, Jeff, I—”

Jeff’s hand that rested over your chest took a hold of your face instead, digging into your cheeks and pressing them together so your mouth would be open when he kissed you. It was messy, as if to just fill some sort of purpose without caring about its means; he managed to snatch a sound from you when his tongue poked into your mouth, exploring it messily and leaving behind a metallic taste. He didn’t care about you kissing him back either. Not like he made it easy, in the first place, pressing your cheeks together like that. His grip practically hurt.

You gasped for air once Jeff pulled away, a little disoriented after all the kissing. It was way too fucking good, leaving your body all tingly. Before you know it, he is doing it again, nibbling on your lips maybe with a little more force than needed, sending the pain sparkling through your lips now and then, but it all didn’t do anything better than making this sensation stir in your lower stomach.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as Jeff was once more replaced by the cold night air, leaving you there breathlessly.

Jeff huffed, raising his eyebrows as he shook his head. “Sorry.”

“What?”

“You could be a good plaything,” he mumbled as he leant in close, his breath fanning over your face, “but you’re not even that kissable.”

Your eyes widened. “Jeff, I—”

Jeff didn’t care what you would say, but still, the first thing he aimed for was your shoulder, sinking the knife into the flesh with a pleasing sound. He knew that, for you, it would be nothing but an honor to have a slow death in his hands, so he let it happen, making sure he aimed for the less vital parts first in the right place and in the right control; after all, it would be no fun if you passed out in the middle of it, right?

He bit on his lip as his knife pierced through your clothes. Your screams and groans of pain turned weaker each time, but always with that whiny edge that he enjoyed so much and also tugged onto your words whenever you pleaded for him to spare mercy, making that nice adrenaline run through his veins while he positioned the knife right above your chest. The cut was deep enough so he could reach his hand into your torso, soaking his hand with your sticky, warm blood that wrapped itself around your heart just in time to catch it’s last beats.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

[blackwatercowboy]

Another Video.

[The camera is seemingly sitting inside a cave, showing a still raging snowstorm. One of the men from before is creeping into the cave, holding out one hand with a firearm, the other hiding an old-fashioned oil-lantern behind him. He is creeping inside, raises the lantern and looks over the place. When he finds no people, he stows the firearm, and makes a beckoning motion.

"Bring him in here." Signal given, the people from the caravan start walking inside, bringing with them a limp man on a stretcher, as well as a child clinging to his mother's skirts. The man named Arthur helps setting the stretcher down, grunting slightly.

"Miss Gaskill..." One of the women of the group looks towards another. "Get that fire lit, quick. Miss Jones, bring in whatever blankets we have. Mr. Pearson, see what we got in terms of food."

"Davey's dead." The voice of another woman breaks through the uneasy lull inside the cave. A mournful silence, before the man that had jumped off the caravan speaks quietly.

"There was nothing more you could have done." In a motion that seems far too practiced, he places two coins on the deceased man's eyes.

"What are we gonna do? We need supplies."

"Well, first of all you're gonna stay here," Dutch starts, looking around the cave. The lighting of the lantern his friend holds makes his face appear sallow and unwell. "And you are gonna get yourself warm. Now, I sent John and Micah scouting out ahead." He looks at Arthur. "Arthur and I, we're gonna ride out and see if we can find one of 'em."

"In this?" Arthur gestures at the howling weather right outside the cave entrance.

"Just for a short bit... I don't see what other choice we have." Dutch turns to the entire group. "Listen... Listen to me, all of you, for a moment. Now, we had... well, a bad couple of days. I loved Davey... Jenny... Sean, Mac... They may be okay, we don't know. but we lost some folks. Now, if I could throw myself into the ground in their stead, I'd do it... gladly. But... we're gonna ride out, and we're gonna find some food. Everybody, we're safe now. There ain't nobody following us through a storm like this one. And by the time they get here, well, we're gonna be... we're gonna be long gone." He looks over the assembled people, still huddling for warmth. "We've been through worse than this before. Mr. Pearson, Miss Grimshaw, I need you to turn this place into a camp. We may be here for a few days. Now all of you... all of you... Get yourselves warm. Stay strong. Stay with me. We ain't done yet."

His piece said, he turns, gesturing for Arthur to follow. Arthur lingers for a second, eyes narrowing, then he follows.

"Well, we ain't run into them yet, so they both must've headed down the hill." Dutch raises a lantern high, bracing against the snow.

"Sure." Arthur hesitates, then leans in. "Hey. I ain't had the time to ask... What really went down back there on that boat?"

"We missed you. That's what happened. Come on." The nickering of horses interrupts the talk.

"Hey. You need horses?"

"Oh yeah. And you, Mr. Smith, get yourself indoors, you need to rest that hand."

"I'll live."

"Get indoors, son." The video cuts off to the image of Dutch and Arthur riding off into the snow.]

[agirlandherquill]

the calendar project - day 8

this one was super fun, if it weren't for the constraint of time i'd have gladly written more

daily page count: 4

time spent: 1.5 hours

here are today's pages,

She couldn’t speak, she could hardly breathe, everything rested on him, his reaction, his face - his infuriatingly impossible to decipher face, he could ruin her there, he could end her altogether with a single look. 

But the clapping. The clapping eased some of her fears.

Then the cold smile on his face.

“I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Have what?” He won’t tell on me, what was I thinking? But assaulting one of the court isn’t the bestest of secrets for him to have over me. It isn’t the best for him to have anything over me. 

“A spine.” His eyes roved over her, and his head cocked to one side. “How’s the hand.”

“Fine.” 

Isolde breezed past him and out of the study before anything else could be said. I will not let him get under my skin, all he saw was a lady defending herself, nothing more. She adjusted her bodice and kept up a furious pace, slowing only when she was close enough to the ballroom to feel some of her panic die away. At least in the crowds she could hide. And hopefully, hide from Reid.

~ ~ ~

Reid couldn’t get the image out of his head. Isolde dislocating the man’s fingers. It sent a chill through him. That was too quick of a move, too precise - I’ve seen defence, but nothing to that scale. That was too good. Too good that it was bad, bad for her, bad for him, and bad for the man whose coattails Reid was stalking after. 

I’m glad that she stood up for herself. Even if I know it shouldn’t have had to happen. Reid was so angry with himself that his jaw cracked under the pressure. A broken nose and a few dislocated fingers is far kinder than what I have planned for him. Reid honoured a deal, and he had agreed to watch out for her, so he saw this as him holding up his end of the deal. 

Danvers had fled into a bathroom, cutting ahead of a lengthy queue, Reid followed suit, pausing only to ask the gentleman at the front to step back whilst he dealt with “Plumbing issues.”

Once the entrance to the bathroom was clear, Reid raised his boot and kicked the door in, entering before the hinges had fully swung back, he slammed the door shut and fixed his eyes upon the man cowering over the sink.

“What-What do you-” Danvers spluttered, watching him from the mirror, handkerchief stuffed up his nose, and fingers stupidly smearing blood over the porcelain beneath him. Reid let him stumble over his words, stooping to withdraw a dagger from his boot which he wedged into the doorframe, sealing the only exit Danvers had. Now no-one is going to be interrupting us. 

“What do you want?” Danvers managed a pitiful sentence at last, and Reid responded with an elbow to his back, pressing his face into the porcelain. His shout turned into a garbled scream under the faucet, Reid watched the water flood into his face and held him there for a few seconds before shutting it off. Why tell him what I want when showing him is so much better?

A knock at the door stilled Reid from speaking. “Is everything all right in there sir?”

“Just a clogged sink, nothing to worry about.” His reply seemed to satisfy those outside and Reid was certain of no further interruptions. Good, it means the real torture can begin. He heaved Danvers up by the collar. “You and I, we’re going to have a little chat.”

“P-Please-” He sputtered, water trickling into his eyes, it was a pathetic sight seeing a man shiver the way he did. He shook him roughly, Danvers’ eyes almost popped out of his head.

“If you don’t listen to politeness, why should I listen to your pathetic whining?”

His eyes lit up. “This is about her, isn’t it? Oh, she enjoys this, she loves to play games, she pretends but she enjoys it all, you know it too, and one of these nights she’s going to open her door to me-”

Reid shattered his wrist, ending his sentence with a howl, all it took was one angry jerk and agony crumbled him to pieces. The man blubbered while Reid held his hand against the edge of the sink, reaching for a vase that held wilting white flowers, tipping them out with an impatient sigh. Once Danvers realised what Reid was about to do, his senses seemed to return, “No-No, please, I’ll give you anything you want-”

His spineless plea gave Reid an idea. I need someone to distract Isolde with, an alterior target - who better than him? While she’s focused on Danvers I’ll be free to dispatch of the Queen. Two problems solved at once. 

“Anything?”

“I want an invite, to everything in the season.” 

“Yes-Yes-”

“I’ll collect them when I will, but you will never approach me, understood?”

“Under-”

Reid heard nothing else, he ripped his dagger from the door and let it shut behind him. 

I came here to kill him, now I’ve solved a problem. This is the third surprise I’ve had tonight. First - a noble here who isn’t dimwitted. The second - a deal of a lifetime. And the third - a solution to my trickiest problem of all. 

His night really was turning out all right, and it would be better, once he found Isolde.

~ ~ ~

“What do you think, Miss Isolde?”

Isolde had forgotten the topic at hand. Hats or shoes? Shoes or hats? Her tongue betrayed her by ceasing to function, her heart started to flutter, panicking for an answer.

“I for one find top-hats to be the worst thing to befall mankind, wouldn’t you agree Miss Mirenna?”

Reid. The way he said her name made her start. It wasn’t a dig, an insult, it was polite. She turned her head to find him standing just behind her. Reid Eldrich was the man to save her from embarrassing herself, and the first to say her name without shame attached. It was a shock.

“I completely agree.” She steadied herself, finding a glass being pressed into her hand by him, she took a large sip, noting it was only water. He paid more attention than I thought he would. “They suit absolutely no-one.”

“Precisely.” Reid shifted to address the three women who were staring at him with a dumbfounded look. “Pardon me ladies, but I must steal her away.” 

Isolde followed without a second thought, downing the rest of her glass to set it on a small table just outside of the ballroom arch. “You saved me more than you know in there. I expect that’s something else I owe you.”

Reid laughed, slowing his pace only slightly so that she could keep up with him. She surpassed him quickly, driven by a flare of anger. “Where were you?”

“You were doing fine for the most part from what I saw.” Is he being genuine or sarcastic? I really can’t tell. She blocked his path, taking him in. His gaze was steady, his face calm, his clothes as strangely befitting as before, except for something, a small difference, that her eyes latched on to immediately. “Your sleeves are soaked, why?”

“Mishap with a glass.”

“You voluntarily drink that filth?”

“Like you I tend to stick to water. Though you’ve had something else, haven’t you? I can smell it.”

That’s not me. It’s Danvers. She recoiled. He’s left his arrogant wine-soaked stench on me. Isolde was taken back by Reid’s observation, and assumption. Not only is it unnecessary, it’s rude. 

“If I’m forced to put up with their presence and yours, I will take whatever measures I see fit to hold up my nerve, thank you very much.”

Reid watched her silently, then burst out laughing. “There’s that spine again. I knew you were an interesting character.”

“Character?”

“You play many parts, you have so many layers and I’ve got a feeling that I’ve barely scratched the surface of the mystery that is Miss Isolde Mirenna.” Her name was nothing polite that time. “Am I right?”

He’s known me for all of an hour and he thinks he can make judgements about me?  Oh no, no, no, no. I don’t think so. “You’d be wrong in thinking I want anything to do with you, Mister Eldrich, you who are just as plain and boring as all the others. I may be a character as you claim, but you are nothing. I see through you.”

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“Ah,” He smirked. “You don’t like what you see? Then it’s just as well I was about go and change.” 

Reid gestured further down the corridor, she watched him, frowning. “What?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll simplify. I am going to go change, which happens to occur at my home, which means I’ll be leaving - and you, who have been given royal orders to watch over me, you’d better come along, yes?”

[eastons-creations]

Joyeux anniversaire étoile brillante. Part 3/5

A/N - all French is translated after in the |bars|. NOTE- I don’t speak French, let me know if I got anything wrong. This is a part 3! (Can be read on its own)

November 3 1976 “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” the room around him finishes singing as Sirius rolls his eyes, but his shit eating grin remains on his face. “Thanks mates, can I get down from the table now?” A laugh erupted from the small crowd that they had gathered in the room or requirement, and separated so Sirius could jump down. “Now will someone please turn the music back on? The real music James!” he says before James even has the chance to start another round of the birthday song. “Fine, Fine, but first….” James waved his wand at the record player in the corner of the room, and a familiar new tune started to play, “Come here big brother!” Sirius pushed back the warm feeling in his chest at being called brother, and rushed over to James where he had cleared an area of the dance floor. With a flourish James handed him a fake muggle microphone, stood next to him and started it as soon as the music cued him. “Ooh…Youuu can dance. You can Jiveeee!” “Haaaaving the timmmee of youuuurrr lifeeee.” Sirius joined in, with the voice, and the practised movements that they had worked on for 2 months. When the song finished everyone had joined in singing, the other marauders had joined in the cordinated dancing, and everyone was laughing. Sirius was out of breath at the end and collapsed into a large hug with his fellow marauders. “Thank you guys…” he said quietly, meant only for the group. “Happy birthday Pads. “Happy birthday, love.” “Happy birthday, mate.”

The warm feeling in his chest spread and shoved the boys away in favour of dancing widely at the continued music. A while later Remus gestured for him to follow him out the door. Sirius gladly followed, slipping out the doors, alcohol running through his brain, and a desperate need to kiss his boyfriend. Remus leaned against the wall, looking at Sirius with a small grin. “Hey….” Sirius said, walking towards him, and getting in his space, “Thank you for dancing with me.” Remus chuckled, “anything for the birthday king.” Remus winked and leaned forward to catch the others' lips. A loud clearing of a throat stopped them before their lips could touch. Sirius looked to his right and caught sight of his younger image. “Reggi- Uh, Regulus. Uh, hi. Hi. How–I mean,” Sirius gave a desperate look at Remus who looked just as shocked as he did, “um, What…I mean…” “Sirius,” Regulus cut Sirius off before he could form a sentence. “Uh…Pouvons-nous parler? Seul?“ |Um, can we talk? Alone?|  Regulus glanced at Remus, then back at Sirius, his eyes cold, but pleading. Sirius stood for a second in hesitation but quickly moved, taking any chance to have a moment with his younger brother, “Oui, Oui. Uh, Re, can you give us a minute please?” Remus seemed hesitant, unsure if he should leave him alone. “I’ll come back in a few minutes. Okay?” Remus nodded hesitantly, then walked to the doors with a final look at Sirius. The boys stood in silence for a few moments. “How are yo-” “Sirius-” They both spoke at the same time, Sirius taking a step forward. Regulus let out a breath through his nose, “joyeux anniversaire.” |Happy Birthday.| “Merci, petite étoile.” |Thank you, little star.|

Silence rang through the hall, “Comment vas-tu? Comment va la maison?” |How are you? How’s home?| “C'est bon. Écoute, Sirius. Je ne suis pas censé te parler.” |It’s fine. Listen, Sirius. I’m not supposed to be talking to you.” “Je sais. Mais vous êtes.” |I know. But you are.| “Oui, je suis.” |Yeah, I am.| Regulus stared at the ground, and Sirius saw tears forming in his eyes. “Oh Reggie.” Sirius stepped forward and enveloped the small frame into him. “Je ne suis pas désolé d'être parti. Je suis désolé de t'avoir quitté. Mais l'invitation est toujours ouverte.” |I'm not sorry I left. I am sorry I left you. But the invitation is still open. | Regulus extracted himself from the hug and shook his head. “Non non. Je dois rester à la maison. Je viens de… tu… tu as laissé ça là.”  |No no. I need to stay at home. I just - you- you left this there.| Regulus reached into his sweatshirt pocket (in which he only wears at Hogwarts and at night) and pulled out a ratted old dog stuffed animal. “Snuffles,” Sirius gasped. Regulus nodded. “Ouais. Je dois y aller. Mais joyeux anniversaire Siri.” |Yeah. I have to go. But- happy birthday Siri.| Sirius felt a tear fall down his cheek as his younger brother walked away. “Reggie, Avez-vous encore le chatte?” |Reggie, do you still have the cat?| Regulus looked back at him and nodded slightly, then he was gone.

[eshithepetty]

LISTEN. I KNOWWW that the polls haven't even started, but I'm impatient, ok, I'm just putting this out there now cause I can't take it..... anyways - I've seen people do powerpoints as a way to campaign for their blorbos in the various polls that have been going on, so!! I thought I'd do one of my own for the @autismswagsummit ^^ as I simply can't pass on any chance to be brainrotted over this series, it seems...

ID under cut, as it's very long!

[ID: a powerpoint presentation campaigning for Mob from Mob Psycho 100. It's formatted in dark purples and pinks.

The first slide is the titlecard, differing from the main slides by having a pink holographic aura, like the ones from the show, as the background. The text says:

"#MOBSWEEP 2023

Aka why you should vote for Mob in the upcoming autistic swag summit. Please

(JK follow your own heart ^^ but for your consideration:)"

The second slide is titled: "Who is Mob, aka Kageyama Shigeo?" and below the text lists:

"Source: Mob Psycho 100, which is also where Reigen comes from;

The protagonist! Only with background character syndrome (which is why he’s named ‘Mob’ – it’s kinda like naming your protag ‘John Doe’ lol);

A 14 year old with the psychic strength to destroy the world. Which he’s not very happy about actually;

Cause really, he’s just a nice, gentle boy who simply wants to improve and impress his crush by getting swole :) Oh, and he also experiences the horrors. Btw."

On the right of this text, there are two images: One is a zoomed in screenshot of Mob, his face blank and confused, and the other is an official art of the show, depicting Mob in the center, aura glowing, with many of the show's other characters around him, with the show's title at the bottom of the image.

The third slide's title is "Ok but tell me more about the autism", and below, the text says:

"Gladly ^^

Ok, first off – symptoms:

Bad at reading social cues, detecting sarcasm, lies, etc.;

Struggles with recognizing/expressing emotions. Has what could be called psychic meltdowns;

Very honest and blunt, sometimes appearing ‘ruthless’ as a result;

Explicitly low empathy, in that he can’t feel what others are feeling;

Actually very compassionate, and follows a really strict moral code;"

There are no images in this or the next slide.

The fourth slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:

"Abnormal reaction to sensations, but instead of overreacting, he underreacts, rarely responding to physical touch and disturbing imagery. Has shown to be at times sensitive to loud sounds, however;

Prefers following a routine. One of his biggest conflicts with Reigen literally arise from the man often calling him out of the blue and making him suddenly adapt, which Mob finds really annoying/upsetting;

Struggles in school. Explicitly bad at math, japanese and PE (really passionate about the latter tho), which could be for a variety of reasons, autism related conditions (like dyscalculia/dyslexia/dyspraxia) being one of them;

Has felt like an outcast for most of his life. Even if he grew up in a pretty loving environment, he recognizes that he is different to others, and people sometimes treat him as such (in a /neg way);

His main arc is about overcoming trauma and… just masking (and how to stop doing it), pretty much, lol."

The fifth slide, in contrast, is mostly just images, placed upon a white background. The title for this one is "Alternatively, just look at him:"

The images, from top to down, and then left to right, are:

Three cropped subtitles out of screenshots of the show, which say:

"I'm sure I just got the wrong idea again. How embarrassing."

"He's detached from urban legends, fads, and other hot topics among people."

"You just can't lie, can you?"

The fourth is a cropped screenshot of Mob's explosion meter. Both in Japanese and English. Specifically, it says: "Progress towards Mob's explosion: 92%". Additionally, there is an annotation above this image, saying: "Literally has a meltdown meter ksfdks"

In-between these and the next column of images, there is also a transparent image of Mob, him standing stiffly, faced towards the camera, his standard, blank expression with a small smile on his face.

The next column of images goes like this:

A screenshot from the show, done in paint on glass, of various kids towering over Mob, who's standing in the middle of the image, small. Their expressions wary, from sneering, to frowning, to looking disgusted. The subtitles at the bottom say, with one part blocked out due to spoilers: "[spoilers] didn't treat me any differently even though I could use psychic powers."

Next two are cropped dialogues as well. They say:

"This version of him was created from being suppressed and locked away."

"Social skills like that are beyond you."

And on the right of the slide is one vertical image, showing one of Mob's books, with the subtitles translating the Japanese title of the book as "The Proper Way of Reading the Room". Next to this one, there is also an annotation, saying: "He has a book on learning social cues :’)" That's all for this slide.

The sixth slide is titled "Is he good rep though?" Text below is:

"Well, to answer the first thing relevant to this question… no, he’s not actually confirmed canon autistic. But c’mon.. it’s so obvious. This kid is not fucking allistic like c’monnnn

Of course, what people consider good and bad rep is gonna vary from person to person. But to explain why a lot of people see him as very positive rep:

"1) He’s the main character, so he gets the most spotlight, and the narrative is formed around his pov, in that we only see things that are relevant to Mob, and visually things are often represented in the way Mob sees them as well (take the body improvement club or Tsubomi, for example), which puts all viewers soundly in his shoes and makes him easy to relate to and sympathize with, and makes it clear how important his emotions and view of things really are;"

On the right of this are 3 images against a white background. The first one is a screenshot of the Body Improvement Club - 5 very buff and large dudes - standing against an explosively red and yellow background, with all of them enthusiastically flexing. The caption below that is "The body improvement club! ...they're supposed to be middle schoolers lol".

The next two, below the first one, are two screenshots of Tsubomi. The one on the left has her smiling, her eyes wide and bright, the background being pastel pinks and yellows. The one on the right, however, has her frowning, the background turned black, her eyes dark and disinterested. The caption below says: "Tsubomi :) And how her design subtly changes alongside Mob’s view of her".

The seventh slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:

"2) He’s a very well rounded character, with well thought out strengths, flaws, motives, and his overall story is very cohesive and satisfying; 3) His autistic traits are portrayed neutrally – in both where they help, and where they can cause conflict. It balances between him learning what things he would benefit to address and deal with, and what things he shouldn’t be trying to change at all, and as the whole message of the show emphasizes – he is no more or less special than anyone, no more or less of a person – he is simply human, and his autistic traits are just part of what makes him himself."

This one has images next to it as well. The first one is a screenshot of Reigen looking towards the camera (at an off-screen Mob), hand to his chin, eyebrow raised and smiling, some food crumbs still stuck to his face, as he says: "Today you happened to save some people that only you could have saved." Next to it is the annotation: "Reigen reassuring Mob about how his inability to read the room and feel empathy actually can be a huge benefit sometimes :)"

The next image below is a zoom in of Mob's face, his eyes shadowed by his hair, the scene's lighting dark, as he says: "I'm not being mocked, nor am I easily taken advantage of." The annotation next to this one says "Mob learning to recognize his emotions and assert himself better as the story goes on!"

And the last two images is a screenshotted dialogue, saying "You don't think changing yourself for someone you love is natural?" "I don't. At least, not when we're talking about [spoilers]" (The last bit is blocked out again).

The eight slide is also a continuation. The text says:

"4) He is loved. Loved by his friends, his family, his allies… even most villains come to take a liking to him. In fact, he’s something I haven’t seen many autistic characters be – he’s admired! So many characters, and even viewers of the show I’ve found, really admire him and want to be more like him. And not because he’s a perfect person, or super smart or anything, but because he sincerely tries his best. And I just really appreciate that, personally,, 5) And more than just loved, he is accepted – the whole main arc and the resolution of his story centers around that, around how important it is to feel accepted by the people around you, in all your entirety, no matter how strange or destructive you may feel yourself to be. And how you need to come to accept yourself in the same way as well. I just think that’s a really sweet in a story centering around a neurodivergent person :’)"

And the images next to it are as follows:

A screenshot of dialogue from the show, saying: "At first glance, Mob may seem unreliable, but his strength is undeniable." The annotation clarifies with: "The ‘strength’ in question, in this case, being Mob’s ability to reach out to people ^^";

A screenshot of Teru placed against a blindingly white background, him grinning widely, looking down, eyes shining, as he says: "I knew it, you really are amazing!". Next to him, there is a small caption of "Lol gayass /pos";

And a screenshot of Mob, in the bottom center of the image, small, as he is surrounded by various characters. Most of them are smiling encouragingly, with the ones closest to him, like Reigen, Ritsu, Dimple, Teru and Tsubomi, being bigger and placed in the front. A small caption at the top says: "He has so many friends and allies ueueeueueue.."

The ninth slide is titled "Additionally:" and the text lists:

"Psychic powers as a metaphor for being nd/othered, if that suits your fancy;

His design is iconic and versatile;

The boy has. Issues;;

There are many other characters in mp100 who can be read as autistic. Not a single neurotypical in this show /hj

Mob has more than just autism swag. I’ve seen people with bipolar disorder, ADHD, anxiety and those who are plural (etc.) also relate to him :)

He is simply the Boy ever"

Next to the last line is a small, low quality image of Mob smiling from the manga. The rest of the images, on the right, are:

The meme "I can be your angle....or yuour devil", with images of Mob instead - on the left, him smiling brightly and blushing, placed upon a colorful magenta background, and on the right, a panel from the manga: Mob in one of his explosion states, surrounded by fire, face shadowed, hair pushed back by his powers and waving in the air, and his eyes, wide and eerie, being the only features on his face that are visible.

On the right of these images, there is a smaller one, of Mob in another one of his explosion states (the one from episode 3, season 1 of the anime). He is facing to the side, aura surrounding him, hair pushed back by his powers and his eyes a glower. His pupils are red.

Below these, there are three images of, in order, Serizawa, Tome and Ritsu. Serizawa is sweating, nervous, Tome is sweating even more and yelling into a phone, and Ritsu is simply glaring towards the camera. The annotation pointing to them says: "A few of the other autistic blorbos in question :] (as I personally see them at least)".

And the last is a panel from the manga, of Mob sobbing, tears and drool dripping messily down his face, his hair waving in the air. His expression is somewhat blank despite the clear distress, and the text boxes next to him read: "His tears won't stop. It's an emotion he has never experienced before."

And the tenth, final slide, is formatted the same as the titlecard with the pink aura background, and says:

"Thank you if you got this far <3

Have good days everyones, and remember, the true win for autism is the fun we had along the way :]

Buh bye!! ^_^"

Around this text, there are various images of Mob. Counter clockwise, starting at the left corner:

A low quality screenshot of Mob flying in the air;

Mob, in his puppy hoodie, sweating in distress as he points at a vase;

Mob caught mid smear frame, his leg kicked high in the air as he jumps, his school bag swinging to the side, his expression comically flustered.

A panel from the manga. Mob's eyes are shadowed, chopsticks held to his face, as he stares to the side and says "Tch... Shut up and eat.";

A Mob in an alleyway from the anime, smiling, pointing and looking up and to the left (the center of the slide);

A photo of a Mob plushie tucked into bed;

A low quality screenshot of Mob, standing against a wire fence, facing forwards, his eyes appearing a bit angry due to his hair cowering them.

End ID.]

[wh0re4women]

A Jealous Moment. (Larissa Weems x Reader.) SFW.

Part 1. Part 2.

Summary: Larissa gets jealous watching the barista flirt with you.

Warnings: Jealousy.

A sweet melodic chime rung through the building as Larissa held open the door to the Weathervane, the warmth engulfing your shivering body.

“After you, darling,” the blonde beamed with joy as you smiled up at her, gladly taking the offer up as you rushed into the Café, kindly thanking Larissa for the gesture.

The comforting smell of Coffee beans welcomed you inside and you eagerly began strolling towards the counter, the principal following closely behind. You both took your time scanning your eyes over the menu, not concerned with rushing as it was a Saturday afternoon and there was plenty of free time to use up.

“Good afternoon. What can I get for you today, gorgeous?” Your focus was pulled away from the scatter of letters on chalkboards as you scanned your eyes down, meeting an unfamiliar face behind the counter.

“Uh, hi,” you awkwardly spoke, slightly taken-aback by the comment, “A latte please, and a croissant if you have any.”

“You’re in luck, I just made some ‘specially for you,” the barista joked, smiling toothily at you as you forced a small laugh.

Larissa began to boil inside. Her body temperature must’ve doubled in the few seconds that the interaction had taken. The barista was very clearly flirting. And you were hers! Of course, he couldn’t know that — your relationship wasn’t a secret but it was definitely not the talk of the town, that was for sure. Larissa was professional and she couldn’t risk the chance of any PDA sabotaging her strong image. But goddamnit was she being tested right now.

“Is that everything, beautiful?”

“No. It’s not,” Larissa cleared her throat, her hand possessively sitting on your shoulder, grip like steel. “We’d also like a hot chocolate and add another croissant while you’re at it.”

“S-Sure,” the confused employee’s cheeks began glowing a deep shade of pink as he finally tore his eyes away from you, flustered from the realisation that Larissa had been standing there all along and she was not impressed in the slightest. “Are you eating in or taking out?” The barista asked, looking to you with a small, unsure smile.

You politely smiled back. “Eati—“

“Taking out.” Larissa cut you off. You looked up at her confused. This was supposed to be a lunch date.

The Principal didn’t pay you much mind, too annoyed with the situation to think about anything else. You gave the guy your names and Larissa pulled out her card as the total came up on the register.

You eyed the blonde, “I’d like to pa—“”

“I’ve got it,” Larissa snapped before looking at you apologetically, “I’ve got it, darling. Don’t worry about a thing.”

You hesitantly nodded, smiling up at her gently to let her know that you weren’t upset with her. She seemed in such a good mood this morning, you weren’t sure why she was all of a sudden acting this way, but you figured you’d ask in the privacy of her car.

You stepped aside, waiting for your order.

“How terribly ridiculous!” Larissa retorted a few minutes later, sliding into the drivers seat.

Maybe you wouldn’t have to ask after all.

“The way he was looking at you— and right in front of me?!”

You sighed in relief, weakly giggling as the realisation hit you. Larissa was jealous.

“I don’t think it’s funny, darling. I think that was poor service,” the blonde continued as you both shut your doors at the same time, Larissa soon starting the car. “He should be fired.”

“Fired? Love, I’m sure he was just being friendly,” you tried, making Larissa scoff as she began driving back to the school.

“He wrote his number on your coffee cup!”

You paused. Larissa was insistent on collecting the order from the barista, so you hadn’t seen anything yet. A small blush of embarrassment formed on your cheeks, “I’m so sorry about this. It must’ve been so awkward for you. I could go back and tell him about us, if that would ease your mind?”

“Oh, darling. I already told him plenty.”

You flashed Larissa a wide-eyed look as she kept her eyes on the road. She reached over and placed her one free hand on your thigh, giving it a possessive squeeze.

“W-What did you tell him?”

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little mind about,” Larissa smiled, finally giving you a short glance, “Just know, you won’t be seeing him any time soon.”

And with that, the tall blonde switched on the radio, turning up the music loud enough so that you wouldn’t be able to ask any more questions.

[sagau-my-beloved]

Oh i'd be pissed royally if anyone had the audacity to hurt or even look slightly wrong at Venti 💀💀 could i get some headcanons about a very protective and posessive but also affectionate creator reader who's not afraid to off anyone (including the archons. Especially the archons) for venti?

Sagau Venti with protective reader headcanons:

Warnings: general sagau, manipulative behavior, obsession

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• It's no secret that you hold a lot of power in Teyvat

• Your word is law, anything that you want will be obtained, no matter the means

• You're given ample space to be as cruel or merciful as you please, they would gladly take either

• Of course, that doesn't stop the very obvious feelings of jealousy, the intense desire to have your attention

• Anyone you show excess favor to will become a target of that, it's inevitable

• So a particular bard has to try very hard to ignore the intense stares of all your devoted acolytes as you dote on him yet again

• Running your fingers through his hair as he feels his body and mind give into your touch

• Venti is over the moon happy to be in your good graces, he would give up anything for it

• For you to not only acknowledge his existence, but actively seek him out?

• The euphoria he feels every second your hands are on him, every time you display some form of praise in his direction, when you giggle at how he can't help but fall to his knees to show his overwhelming devotion

• That's not to say he wasn't surprised at how all this seemed to play out

• Venti was so prepared from the beginning to lay his life down in order to protect you from anything, and it turns out you are actually protecting him more often than not—

• It's not as if your other followers scare him, as if any of them would ever deter him from basking in every second of your attention that you so graciously provide

• But he can't deny how they seem to provoke certain negative thoughts, lingering feelings of inadequacy

• Being called worthless so often, internalize how despised his nonchalant behavior has made him, how he can see it in everyone's eyes, the same judgment and desire for his fall from grace

• So when you just happened to walk in on Zhongli berating the poor guy for taking up all your time, for acting 'immature' and 'disrespectful' in your presence...

• Well, let's just say, you were quick to resolve the dispute

• "I'm not sure who I choose to spend my time with is any of your business." You spoke up, alerting both of them to your presence

• Fear and shame immediately flashed across Zhongli's face, unable to even stutter out an apology as he took a step back

• "In fact," you continued, taking a step forward as if to match him, "If anything, Venti really helps lighten the otherwise completely stifling atmosphere."

• That was obviously meant as a direct jab towards him, and Venti looked on at the scene with a mixture of complete shock and adoration

• As soon as Zhongli's dismissed, Venti's running into your arms, thanking you over and over for the praise, the divine intervention

• You might want to be careful though, Venti getting wind of the fact that he can pretty much do anything under your protection could lead to some less than desirable instances

• He's always perfect for you however, never a negative expression or word of anything but praise dancing across his lips as you continue to treat him so kindly

• But you better not start showing signs of favoritism towards anyone else

• Venti was never one for competition, and as much as he would hate to ruin the perfect image he has in your eyes, some sacrifices are necessary for the greater good

• The greater good being you continuing to touch him so sweetly, using the same gentle tone when referring to him, quick to verbally cut down anyone who has any sort of grudge against him

• Would you continue to praise him if you found more people insulting him? Would you come to his defence when the general townsfolk complain about what a nuisance he's being?

• He would take the disdain from a thousand people if it meant your love

• Venti's reputation already meant little to him, and what would be a more worthy sacrifice to his God?

[luvfae]

MY FAVOURITE

HENDERSON

PART FIVE

summary: you finally beat eddie at his own game.

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f henderson reader

warnings: swearing, dirty talk

masterlist

After another long afternoon at cheer practice all you wanted to do was go home, have a shower and lay in your bed. But alas, it could never be that simple, not when Eddie Munson was at your house.

“Are you ever at your own house?” You asked as you walked through the front door, dumping your school bag on the kitchen bench.

“Why would I want to be at my house when I could be here, annoying you?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes, opening the fridge and grabbing out a cold drink. “I’m not in the mood for any of your antics today, Munson,” you warned, walking straight past him and into your room, where he followed you.

“What’s wrong, princess? Tough afternoon of dancing in that short dress that fits you so well?” He asked.

“Go play with Dustin,” you replied.

“Dustin is currently in the shower, I think it’d be a bit inappropriate to play him right now,” Eddie said. “You on the other hand, i’d gladly play with you in the shower.”

You froze, eyes widening, you felt his breath fan across your neck. It made goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Don’t pretend that you haven’t thought about it before,” Eddie said.

“Thought about what?” You played dumb, wanting to hear him say exactly what he meant. His hands snaked around your waist, pushing your back flush against his chest.

“Me and you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Care to elaborate?”

Eddie laughed, spinning you around so you were facing him. “If you want me to talk dirty to you all you have to do is ask, kitten,” Eddie said.

You shivered at the nickname, he had called you many things before. Princess, sweetheart, babe, but kitten was new.

“You’re disgusting,” you said, acting as if your core wasn’t aching right now.

Eddie smirked, tapping your nose. “Says the one who asked for me to elaborate when she knew damn well what I was talking about,” Eddie said, his hands moving from the small of your back, resting comfortably on your butt. “I could list off all the dirty things i’d do to you but unfortunately we’d be here for hours.”

“I have nothing but time, Munson,” you replied, hands resting firmly on his chest. “Try me.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at you, his smirk not once faltering at your words. “i’d bend you over-“

“Bend me over what?” You cut him off. You wanted to make him fidget, wanted to make him stutter and stumble over his words like he did so easily to you.

“Anything,” Eddie replied quickly, without even thinking about it. “I’d fuck you so hard it’d be painful for you to walk for the next week.”

You gulped, imaging him drilling into you, you pushed your thighs together trying to relieve some tension and of course he noticed.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

And for once, instead of backing down, instead of telling him some lie, you mustered up the courage to talk back.

“You’re making me so wet,” you whispered. And just like that, Eddie Munson froze. You had finally caught him off guard, beat him at his own game. “Cat got your tongue, babe?” You asked, mocking his words from a few nights ago.

“You… I- what?” He stuttered, eyes wide as he stared at you. Trying to comprehend what the hell you had just said to him.

“Do you need me to repeat myself?” You asked, looking up at him. “I said you’re making me so wet!” You practically yelled.

Eddie’s mouth opened slightly, in shock at the words you had just spoken to him for a second time.

“Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck!” Dustin’s voice rang through your ears and all the colour drained from your face. “What is wrong with you guys?!” Dustin yelled, walking away from your bedroom. “I hate you both. So damn disgusting, I can’t, I can’t handle this!” You could hear him yelling from outside of your bedroom, his voice becoming muffled as he closed his door.

“Fuck…” You whispered, pushing Eddie off of you. “Piss off, Munson,” you ordered, pointing to the door.

Eddie blinked at you, slowly turning on his heel and leaving you alone in your bedroom. He was still in shock for the remainder of the night, your words replaying in his head over and over and over. He couldn’t even hear a word of Dustin’s almost hour long lecture, to focused on the thought of you being wet.

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