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kimmberleeex · 7 months

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Runaway

NSFW 18+, DNI if you are a minor! TW: smut content, sex, sexual content, depictions of gory situations.

Authors note: this was a suggested theme that I asked people in a FB group I’m in for writing prompts. My dear friend wanted to see the reader help Eddie hide from Jason and his buddies where…romance ensues. 🥰 if you’d like to see any ideas written, send me a DM. I love flexing my creative muscles.

The title is totally inspired by Bon Jovi’s “Runaway”, attached for your listening pleasure. Enjoy! 🥰

If someone told you a week ago, that you’d be helping hide Eddie “the Freak” Munson from your basketball friends, you would have laughed in their face. Asked them what kind of drugs they were taking. Maybe suggest that they stop buying them off of Eddie. You were a cheerleader, right hand girl to the late cheer captain, Chrissy Cunningham. Eddie was a freak, an outsider that no one understood.

The basketball team couldn’t stand him, he was vermin to them — something that needed to be squashed and he definitely always had a target on his back. A lot of the girls on the cheer squad would pretend to be scared of him, but you had heard some of the stories from a few that had slept with him. They had sworn you to secrecy, and at the time, the idea repulsed you — even if there was just a hint of curiosity in the back of your mind.

Within the halls of Hawkins High, Eddie would politely bow and smile at you, but being the cheerleader and popular mean girl that you were, you would turn your nose up at him. Sneer as a venomous insult would leave your lips while you shoved past him.

And then Chrissy died. The town was in absolute chaos and teenagers were winding up dead left and right it was starting to seem. When Jason suggested that it had to be Eddie and his devil worshipping cult, it seemed like he was the most obvious suspect at the time. So, being the good popular girl that you were, you joined in on the search — scratch that, the hunting party.

Unintentionally getting separated from your search group, you were alone in the woods. The sun was slowly setting and you were very lost. Before now, you had been confident that you knew the woods like the back of your hand because you used to explore them all the time when you were a child…with Eddie. Shaking that thought out of your mind, you mumble to yourself. “That was a long time ago. He wasn’t a freak back then.” Wrapping your arms tightly around you as the warmth of spring was disappearing with the sun. When you look around, you begin to realize that you really didn’t know where you were going.

*crack* The loud sound of a twig snapping causes you to jump, then the sound of crunching leaves approaching you quickly follows. When you turn around swiftly, you practically run into a dirty, denim brick wall. Your mouth agape as your eyes travel up to meet two chocolate pools, twinkling in what was left of the sunlight, and a mop of chestnut curls that had leaves and twigs tangled in them. Eddie’s arms are up, trying to seem less threatening to you, but it’s a useless feat.

Horror sets in, this is the accused ‘slayer of teens’ and you were alone with him in the woods. Your mouth falls open to let out a blood curdling scream, but it is quickly met with Eddie’s dirty ring-clad covered hand to silence you, his other on the back of your blonde head. An intense look set deep in his eyes as worry and fear were etched on his skin with wrinkles.

Breathing heavily through your nose as a look of sheer terror flashes through your eyes while tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. Eddie’s eyes soften, taking a deep breath as he looks at you sincerely. Making an effort to keep his tone soft, even, less threatening. “I’m gonna let go of your mouth. But please, please, please don’t scream. I know you think a lot of things about me. That’s fine. But I didn’t hurt her, please believe me. I would never hurt her, or anyone else.” His eyes search yours for some semblance of understanding. “I’m gonna let go, okay?”

A small whimper escapes your lips, a few tears slowly fall onto your cheeks as well, but you manage to nod your head very shakily. Eddie’s hand slowly falls away from your face but he keeps them raised to appear more docile. “Okay, good.” He offers a warm smile to you, and for some reason it makes you feel a lot safer than you did when you were alone.

“I-If you didn’t do it, why are you hiding?” You say carefully, still a little unsure of him.

Eddie takes a shaky breath, his hands rub down his face tiredly. “If you saw what I saw, you’d run too, because I promise you sweetheart— no one would believe you. Especially being in my shoes.” He gestures to himself, your eyebrows knit together as you process what he’s saying, but something in your gut believes him.

“Try me.” You steady your nerves, trying to appear more confident as you look up at him.

In the distance, you can hear twigs snapping, distant shouts of your name as the basketball squad is attempting to find you. “Shit, shit, shit…” Eddie mutters as he gives you a panicked look. “Listen, sweetheart. I’d love to sit here and chit chat, but I gotta go. You’re more than welcome to come with me and I’ll tell you what happened. But I would understand if you just want to wait for those laundry basket mouth breathers to come rescue you. After all, you’re a pretty cheerleader and I’m just a freak that’s being hunted.” The corner of his mouth turns up into a crooked grin, his dimple defined as he puts his hand on his chest.

Looking back and forth between him, and where the shouting is coming from. Debating on what you wanted to do, Eddie’s growing a little antsy as he starts to take off in the opposite direction of the noise. Watching him brush past you, you turn towards him. “Eddie, wait. I want to come with you.” Your voice is unsure, very meek, and barely above a whisper.

Offering a smirk to you, before holding out his hand to help guide you over a fallen tree stump. “Well, come on toots if you’re coming, I’m not sticking around to find out if they’re gonna be as sweet as you are.”

Jason and the rest of the squad’s shouting is rapidly approaching, this was a pivotal moment in your life where everything was going to change. You could feel it in your bones, but something in Eddie’s eyes was pulling you towards him. Taking his hand, you climb over the fallen tree and take off running. Much like you did when you two were kids.

Eddie navigates you two through the thick woods until you get to Skull Rock. Scoffing quietly, with a judgmental look on your face — that mean girl attitude still in full swing. Your arms cross over your Hawkins High Cheer jacket and tuck into your sides. Then your hip pops out with so much attitude, it almost made Eddie laugh. Pursing his lips together to compose himself for a moment before he leans back against the rock (and yes, it resembled a skull — hence the name). Crossing his arms over his chest in a mocking stance as he looks you up and down. “Have any better ideas, Princess?” There’s a teasing edge to his tone and you couldn’t stop the eye roll that you made at him if you tried.

“I’m just saying, freak, for someone on the run…this isn’t the best place to hide, ESPECIALLY from the basketball team.” Shaking your head, part of you still wonders why the hell you would be here in the first place. That valley girl within you desperately telling you to turn him in. Lost in thought from your internal struggle, Eddie has closed the distance between you. Waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts with a slight jump as he startles you.

Shrieking quietly, you slap his shoulder hard. “Damnit, Eddie! Don’t do that.”

He pretends it hurts as he rubs his shoulder, his face scrunched up in faux pain. It fades into a smile that still dazzles off of the moonlight since the sun has finally set. “Just making sure you weren’t going to do that freaky shit that I’ve been seeing lately.” He said softly before gathering some twigs and brush.

Tilting your head to the side, your curiosity gets the best of you. “What are you doing?”

Eddie lets out a loud sigh as he continues gathering, looking back at you like you’re dense. “Well, I just thought these sticks looked really cool so I wanted to collect them.” He snorts as he continues. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing, sweetheart? I’m making a fire.” He turns his back to you, kneeling down on the ground just in front of the Skull Rock opening. He clears some space before building the fire.

“Do you think that’s the best idea when we don’t want anyone to know where we are?” A little sneer can still be heard in your voice and Eddie just chortles briefly.

“You know, I may have been held back twice. But you, sweetheart, have no common sense in that pretty little head of yours. Do you?” Hearing the smugness in his tone made your skin crawl.

“Really? Insulting me?” Letting out a sharp laugh as the venom seeps out of your mouth and into your words. “That’s really funny, freak. Considering I know where you’re hiding. Who’s to say I won’t go tell everyone where the killer is hiding out?”

Eddie finally gets the fire started, flicking his Zippo shut with the flick of his wrist. He stokes it with a stick to make sure it catches before he stands up slowly, turning to face you. The fire illuminating behind him in a way that is almost menacing, the shadows on his face define his jaw, his eyes piercing through you as he slowly comes towards you. Subconsciously, you begin backing away from him and he backs you up against a tree. Jumping slightly once you feel the bark against your skin, your breath grows heavier in fear as he crowds you.

“Darling, don’t you think if I was really a killer, it would be pretty stupid to tell me that you’re turning me in?” The breath escapes from your lungs as the back of his knuckles graze against your cheek, a pathetic whimper emits from your lips. But his touch sends electric shocks straight to your belly, making your thighs clench together. His other palm is pressed against the tree trunk right beside your face. Eddie looks down when you shift slightly, a wolfish grin on his face. “My, my, I think you like this. Don’t you, pretty girl?” His voice is dark, lustful, and rough.

His hand travels down to your neck, ghosting lightly over the column of your throat. When he leans in closer, his lips inching towards yours, your heart was racing with anticipation. Already feeling a dampness forming in your panties as you kept your thighs clenched tightly together. Just when you think he’s going to kiss you, he pulls away. Pushing off of the tree as he turns to head back towards the fire, cackling as he held his stomach.

Anger and embarrassment settle in your belly as your cheeks flush to match. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Stomping towards him, you smack him in the back of the head before you sit as far away from him as possible. Crossing your legs and arms as you turn away from him. Shivering slightly as you realize now that a skirt, light jacket and tank top probably wasn’t the best thing to wear with the unpredictable weather Indiana had this time of year.

Eddie sighs and comes over, already taking his leather jacket and vest off to put around your shoulders. He sits next to you on the rock that you were perched on. “Sorry, Y/N. That was uncalled for.” Eddie shoves his shoulder into yours playfully. “We used to be close.” He hesitates before he continues. “I’m just an idiot and thought I could tease you. That probably wasn’t my finest idea.” He chuckles awkwardly.

Sighing as your anger settles, the smell of his cologne and the cigarettes he smokes were dulling your senses. Watching the flames of the fire dance and intertwine together so you didn’t have to look at his face, you then begin to speak softly to him. “You said no one would believe you. What happened?”

Eddie takes a sharp breath and exhales shakily. “Yeah, it’s not pleasant. Pretty gory stuff, sweetheart. And you have to keep an open mind, because I know it’s going to sound crazy. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes. And if my friends didn’t tell me that they’ve dealt with similar shit before.” You jump slightly as he reaches into his denim vest for his smokes and lighter. “Relax, I won’t put my dirty paws on you. You’re safe with me, promise.” Putting his hand over his heart to amplify his vow.

Nodding gently as you turn to look at him, putting your hand on his arm. “Tell me.” A soft whisper leaves your lips.

Eddie dangles his smoke between his lips, shielding it from the wind with his hands as his thumb strikes the flint wheel of his Zippo, igniting a flame that he holds to the end of his cigarette. Inhaling until the end is glowing red before he flicks his wrist, the metallic click of his lighter flipping shut sounds louder than it should. He takes a few puffs of it, inhaling the smoke and slowly exhaling through his nose. The smoke begins swirling and dancing around in the night air.

Leaning over slightly to hug his knees, Eddie’s voice is trembling slightly as he exhales a shaky breath before he begins retelling the night that Chrissy died. “Open mind, remember?” He waits for your nod before continuing. “Chrissy came to me to buy drugs. I know. Sounds absurd, right? Perfect Chrissy Cunningham, Queen of Hawkins High, coming to Eddie “the freak” Munson to buy,” he pauses and gasps audibly for dramatics, waving his arms around. “Drugs. Completely unbelievable, right? Well at first, I’m thinking she’s just trying to score some pot for that stupid after party for that dumb game. But I’m telling you, doll. She was scared, on edge. I thought she was already on harder shit, but something…rather someone was scaring her, showing her shit that made her feel like she was losing her mind.”

Eddie’s fingers twitched as he ashed his cigarette and then takes another drag of it before continuing. “She wanted something harder, she wanted Special K. She was desperate to escape whatever he was making her see.” You shift uncomfortably on the rock as you listen to him, unsure if you believe him as he continues his tale. “We had to go back to my place to get it, and no, before you say anything. I wasn’t on any funny business. I just had it stashed away ‘cause I don’t like to carry that shit on me. But while I was grabbing it from my room, I came back out to Chrissy standing in the middle of my living room…she looked like she was in this…trance. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, my lights were flickering. I was trying to wake her up. Begging her to wake up.” You watched Eddie’s face, his voice was trembling and his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. He closed his eyes tightly before he continued. “That’s when something lifted her into the air, and her bones started to snap. It was like something was inside of her head pulling her eyes in…” he gestured to his eyes as he shuddered at the memory. “I didn’t know what to do, so I ran. And I left her there. I didn’t know what to do...”

His voice trailed off into a whisper, thick with emotion as a couple tears fell down his cheeks. You didn’t want to believe him, but there was so much serious sincerity in his voice that your gut told you to trust him. Hooking your arm around his and interlacing your fingers between his you rub his forearm with your free hand. “I don’t know why, but I believe you. I might not understand it. But I believe you, Eddie.”

Eddie turns his face towards yours, his fingers curling in to hold your hand back, squeezing gently. “Trust me, you don’t want to understand it, sweetheart.” His voice was barely above a whisper, genuine fear in his eyes.

This time, you’re the first to break the eye contact. There’s a flutter in your belly that’s making you nervous, which you detest. Hearing Eddie inhale his smoke again, his hand tightens slightly around yours and you realize that neither one of you had flinched away from the contact.

“You know Y/N, we used to be so close. Whatever happened?” His voice was soft, distant like he was lost in thought.

Sighing softly while laying your head on his shoulder, which he gladly welcomes. “I don’t know, Eddie. We grew up, I became a cheerleader and you…” Your voice trails off as you try to think of a way to say it delicately.

“Became a freak?” He whispers, but there’s a steel edge to his voice.

Immediately, years of bullying him and hurling insults at him were bubbling up in your guts. Regret and guilt just pumping through you. “Eddie, I am so sorry…”

Eddie finally lets go of your hand, holding his hands up. “It’s all good, Y/N. I’m a social pariah, I get it. I don’t want to conform and that makes me an easy target. And running in my circle also puts you in the sights of those muscle headed jackasses. Why put a giant target on your back when you can just wear that cute little cheer uniform and sleep with them instead?” He smirks at his teasing remark, his elbow poking into your side gently.

Rolling your eyes in disgust, you look away from him. A tightness forming in your throat that you were hoping you could mask. “Don’t be gross, fucking asshole.” Crossing your legs tighter together, blush creeping up into your cheeks in embarrassment as you were reminded that you were as pure as they come. Aside from kissing Eddie that one summer afternoon at Skull Rock, the summer before high school, and a couple of different boyfriends that you’d had through out high school. You were a Virgin, with a capital V. Sure, a couple of the boys that you dated had tried but were very shamefully denied. They were too embarrassed to admit defeat and instead they told their friends that they slept with you. And you were too embarrassed to deny the rumors, it just helped fuel your popularity.

Eddie watched your body language, realizing that he had upset you. His hand grabs your shoulder gently, but you shrug him and his jacket off while you stomp away. He watches as it slides off onto the boulder that you left him on and then his eyes follow you. You lean against the rock with your back turned to him, arms crossed over your chest to shield your insecurities.

“Hey,” he says gently. “I was just joking, I wasn’t trying to offend you.” You were still keeping yourself turned away from him, but he quickly comes around in front of you. Leaning his shoulder against the rock, catching you when you try to turn away from him again. That’s when he notices your tears building up in your waterline, threatening to spill over onto your flushed cheeks. It pulls at Eddie’s heart to know he made you feel that way. “Doll, don’t cry. I know you’re a classy lady…” he leans closer to whisper to you. “I have kissed you, in case you have forgotten. So I remember just how much of a classy lady that you are.” Another gentle smirk, making you laugh tearfully at the memory. It was awkward and quick — clashing teeth and practically headbutting each other. He was 16 and you had just turned 14, it was just your first kiss over with. Then, when school started, you both went your separate ways.

Laughing causes a tear to spill onto your cheek, which Eddie instantly is pressing his warm palm against it, his thumb brushing it away as it falls. He inspects your face carefully. “Wait, why would my comment upset you this much? I mean, it’s not like you’re still a virgin.”

When your face scrunches at the word, a dawn of realization washes over Eddie. His eyes wide and his mouth drops, you pinch your eyes closed. “Eddie, I swear to god, don’t you even dare. Because I will beat you to a bloody pulp.” Your eyes slowly open and Eddie just has this shit eating grin on his face, it makes your stomach churn.

“Not judging, dollface.” His arms once again raised in surrender. “Just more so surprised, especially when I had heard some delicious rumors about what a little sex kitten you are.” A slight giggle leaves his lips as you smack his arm harder than you had earlier. In between his giggles as he slowly calms down. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop. But seriously, why?”

“None of your business, you dick.” You mumble as you turn so your back is against the rock. But Eddie is already in front of you again and he’s so uncomfortably close. His palm is resting on the rock next to your head. Feeling your breath catch in your throat as he stares at you intensely.

“Do those boys just not do it for you, baby?” The pads of his rough fingertips ghost over your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear. Starting on your thigh as his fingers ghost over your skin, inching towards the hem of your skirt, threatening to slip under it. “Maybe you need someone to show you how it’s really done, make you feel real good. Take care of your needs without worrying about their own.” His lips are pressed against your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and there was a fire roaring in your belly that no one had ever lit before. Knowing he was right made it that much worse, part of you always secretly pined for Eddie. But popularity became more important to you, and when the guys you dated tried to take it further…you just couldn’t make yourself because they weren’t him. That kiss all those years ago lit a fire that never fully went out, and then you let your social standing outweigh how you felt.

The real fire that he had started was starting to go out. Eddie smirks at you before pulling away to turn on his heel so that he could go add more wood to the fire. Letting out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding, your heart was still thundering in your ears. Eddie turns to look back at you, that smugness still in his tone with a wolfish grin on his face to match. “Yeah, I bet you hate that I’m right.”

He fully expected a bratty, snide comment but when you were silently chewing your lip instead, he finally straightened up. That famous Munson grin twisting on his mouth, making your belly do a somersault. Looking down to avoid his gaze, you suddenly felt so damn exposed it made you uncomfortable.

Eddie saunters back over to you, lifting your chin up with his finger and thumb to force your gaze back to him. Blushing furiously as you stared at his lips, your cunt was aching for his attention and you hated yourself for it. The damp spot growing in your panties as your arousal pooled there.

“I’m right, aren’t I baby?” His grin not faltering as he continues where he left off, fingers ghosting over your thighs. When you don’t swat him away, he pushes a little further. Pressing his knee between your legs, keeping them spread apart for him. The heat radiating from your core can be felt by the skin exposed in the tattered knee of his jeans.

Not trusting yourself to speak, so you just stare at him and hope he makes the first move. Eddie just leans closer, so achingly close, his body nearly flush with yours. Your breath was growing heavier, his lips nearly ghosting over yours. When you try to close the distance, Eddie leans back with a devilish smirk on his lips. “Now c’mon, babygirl. Just tell me the words I want to hear. And I’ll give you what you want…” His fingers dancing along the hem of your skirt, his touch growing bolder as he continues to tease you.

A whimper leaves your lips, causing Eddie’s cock to twitch in his pants. While his crotch is pressed against your thigh, he groans softly. “Eddie, you’re right.” You whisper, your cheeks hot as hell. “Please.” Somehow your voice is even softer, barely a whisper.

“Thank fucking god, about time…” he whispers back as he presses his lips against yours feverishly. His hand sliding up under your skirt, his fingers sliding along your clothed slit. His moan vibrated off of your lips as he feels the growing wet spot on the delicate fabric of your panties. His touch feels electric, making every nerve ending buzz with excitement as you hum appreciatively against his mouth.

His tongue traces the seam of your lips, his teeth nipping your bottom lip, causing you to groan softly. Naturally, both of your lips part and your tongues begin to dance and explore the other’s mouth. Breathy moans bouncing back and forth from each other’s throats like a game of tennis. When he slides his hand down your panties to press more firmly against your clit, you practically jump. Mewling softly for him as the rough pad of his finger swirls around your swollen bud. He breaks your kiss, his breath a little heavy as he admires how you’re reacting to his touch.

While he continues to swirl his finger around your bundle of nerves, he takes his free hand and unzips your cheer jacket. Your full breasts hardly contained by your tank top. A low growl emits from Eddie’s throat as your hardened peaks are exposed through the thin fabric of your top. The chill of the wind combined with your arousal making them stick out with ease.

Eddie continues his ministrations on your clit, keeping a slow and steady but firm pace. He leans down into the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses on the column of your throat. When he finds your pulse point, he sucks on it gently which makes your knees buckle. His free arm catching you and keeping you upright. Then, his teeth slightly dig into where he was sucking on your sensitive skin. This causes a rather pornographic moan to echo a little in the darkness.

Embarrassing yourself as you cover your mouth, Eddie lifts his head with his brows furrowed. Taking his free hand to remove your hand from your mouth. “No, I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby. Lemme hear you.” His free hand pins your wrist against the rock, the hand in your panties slides in further. His middle finger teasing your slick folds before inching slowly inside, making you gasp and writhe beneath him. He groans into your neck, his cock throbbing against your thigh as your pussy slowly sucked his finger inside of its tightness.

“Goddamn, sweetheart. You are so fuckin’ tight.” He moans and continues. “Just picturing you wrapped around my cock is enough to make me cream my jeans.” Slowly he slides his finger in and out, allowing you to adjust to him before he curls his middle finger upwards — reaching a spot within you that not even you knew how to reach. Breathy moans stringing from your lips as he continues to kiss along your neck. His voice is shaky and husky with need. “Jesus, Princess. Please, can I fuck you?”

Looking around trying to find a clean place to lay down, seemingly out of breath from the pleasure he was giving you. “W-where would we?”

Eddie’s finger slowly pulls out of you, making you whimper at the loss. He chuckles softly, before he caresses your cheek. “Well, I know this isn’t the most ideal place to lose your V-card, baby. But hey, at least you would have had two firsts here.” He playfully winks at you with a smirk, making you blush at the fond memory you two shared.

“Fuck you, Eddie.” Rolling your eyes with a smirk on your lips.

“Well, I’m trying to, Princess. But you’re afraid to get a little dirty.” There’s a dark gleam in his eye with a wolfish grin on his face as he continues teasing you. It makes you blush furiously. When you smack his arm again, he chuckles. “Okay, we can lay our jackets down?” He suggests as he retrieves his jacket from boulder they sat on before. Laying it down and bowing in a gentlemanly fashion, making you giggle.

Walking over to him, you slowly slide your jacket off of your shoulders and hand it to him. He smirks and lays it down above where he laid his. He helps you lay down, his hand on the back of your head as you lay against your jacket. Suddenly, you burst out in giggles. Tilting his head to the side as he looks down at you, a curious look on his face. “What’s so funny, babygirl?” He playfully pokes you in your side.

Trying to stifle your giggle, you look up at him. “Just saying it’s really ironic, because right now it probably looks like you have me out in the woods to perform a ritualistic sacrifice, ya know, ‘cause I’m a virgin.” Your giggle dies off as his face grows more serious.

“Who says that’s not what I’m doing?” His face is still serious as he leans closer. Flashing his teeth at you in a menacing way. But once he gets close enough to you, he starts laughing hard, holding his sides as he completely loses his shit. “You should have seen your face.”

The back of your hand instinctively flies up and hits his stomach, making him grunt softly. “Hey play nice. You know I can’t help but tease you, doll.” He smirks at you.

You’re still pouting when he positions himself over top of you, he leans down and kisses you deeply. His tongue tracing along your bottom lip before slipping inside, you can hear him fumbling with his belt buckle as he eventually gets his cock sprung free. He hikes your skirt up, his hand roaming over your thighs momentarily before he hooks his finger into your panties and pulls them to the side. “God, that’s a pretty pussy. If we were in a more comfortable spot, I’d have so much fun worshiping it.” His compliment and the thought of what he was saying causes the blood rise to your face, causing your skin to flush.

“Relax, baby.” He coos softly. That’s when you finally look down and see how big he is. Your eyes widen with nervousness as he struggled to get his finger in there, you couldn’t imagine how much it may hurt to stuff that in there. His free hand is still rubbing your thigh to help you relax. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m going to go nice and slow. I promise, baby, just relax and let me make you feel good.”

Taking a deep breath, you nod slowly. “Okay, I trust you.”

He smiles warmly at you. Keeping your panties hooked over to the side with his finger, his free hand helps guide his thick tip to your slick folds. Biting his lip as he rubs it up down your wet slit. When it rubs against your clit, a moan unwillingly escapes your lips. “That’s it baby…” He continues to rub against it, trying to get you ready for him. Looking down at his cock, he spits onto the tip, rubbing it around to get it wet before he pushes against your tight entrance, groaning at the resistance he feels.

Using one of the free fingers that wasn’t hooked into your panties, he rubs around your swollen bud. Relaxing you further and allowing him to slowly slip his cock into your wet folds. Eddie breathes out through clenched teeth as he slowly sinks himself into you, inching in and allowing your pussy to get used to his thickness. His eyes are on your face, looking for any discomfort as he bottoms out inside of you.

The sensation of him stretching you burns a little but it doesn’t hurt. “I-I’m okay, keep going.” Offering a nervous smile up at him, he leans down and kisses you softly. He slowly begins to thrust his hips, wanting to go easy on you until you warm up to him. Everytime he slides back into you, makes you moan loudly as he brushes against your g-spot. The muscles in your walls clamping down on him in response.

Eddie’s hips falter, as he breathes through clenched teeth. “S-shit, doll. You’re too tight to do that to me. Want you to cum first.” His free hand is roaming your body as one keeps him elevated above you, allowing him to thrust inward and upwards in a dipping motion to hit all the best spots within you. Your moans echoing his as he fucks towards both of your release. When his hand brings your thigh up around his waist and he thrusts even deeper than you knew possible, you let out a little scream.

His hips stutter again, his eyes a little wide with concern. “You okay?” He breathes out.

“Yes, please don’t stop.” You breathe out with a whine.

He grins, his hips continue to snap against yours as he thrusts a little harder. “Yes, ma’am.” The groaning he’s doing as he feels you clench around him is so hot. “Keep your leg here, doll. I need my hand.” He lets go of your leg on his waist and moves to your clit. His finger swirls around the slick bundle of nerves as he continues to ram into your tight heat. The rhythm is starting to become overwhelming, your back arches as a tightness in your belly begins to form. That fire is absolutely raging within you.

“O-oh, God…Eddie…” you whimper out in between your breathy moans.

Eddie continues his ministrations as he coaxes you, sounding breathless as he moans. “That’s it, baby. Good girl, let go for me. I got you.” Your body shudders at his praise, his finger pressing more firmly against your clit as it circles around it. His hips pumping faster into your throbbing core.

And then it happens — a heat radiates from within your belly and warms your entire body, that tightness feels like it has snapped as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through your body. Your moans echoing in the darkness as they grow louder, your eyes pinched shut as the pleasure overwhelms you.

Eddie’s grunting loudly as he feels your walls gripping him tightly, he is trying to breathe through it and starts to pull out when you put your hand on his arm. “Issokay, Eddie. Want all of you.” Is all you can manage to breathe out. And as soon as the last word leaves your lips, Eddie’s body shudders. He moans loudly, you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you. Coating your walls and filling you entirely. Your body throbbing with his and milking him for every drop.

He collapses on top of you, while both of you are trying to catch your breath. Eddie’s head is buried in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as his cock softens inside of you. He slowly slips out of you, and sits up on his knees. Grinning down at you, his chest is still heaving while it’s trying to regain the air in his lungs. He stuffs his soft dick back into his jeans and buttons them.

When he lays down next to you again, you both lay on your side and face each other. His fingers rake through your hair, brushing it out of your face. “At least I’m a better kisser now, right?” He teases and you can’t help but giggle. Burying your face into his chest and wrapping your arm around his waist. He smiles and leans his cheek against the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him.

“I really missed you, Y/N.” He speaks softly into your hair. “When you came to high school my junior year, I didn’t think things would change like that . I dunno, I guess I thought you’d wanna be my girlfriend instead of my friend.” He pauses, swallowing hard as he opens up to you. “And then you avoided me like the black plague and turned into one of them. You weren’t my little bunny anymore.” Hearing his old nickname for you made your heart ache.

Pulling back to look at him, emotion was welling up in your eyes. That tightness was returning as you swallow the ball forming in your throat and caress his cheek. “I’m so sorry, I let the idea of popularity consume me. You’re right. I became someone that I’m not. I should have never abandoned you like that. I will never forgive myself.”

Eddie pushes his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours — the bunny kisses the two of you used to do before you finally let him actually kiss you. “I forgive you. How can I stay mad at my pretty bunny?” He smiles before kissing you softly.

Something felt so right about this moment. No longer were you enemies, no longer were you friends. There was something more there, just like there always had been. You were just too stubborn to see it. But in this moment? Where you’re wrapped in Eddie’s arms while laying on the ground in the woods? It all seemed crystal clear now, like spending years being blind and then one day you can finally see. You were in love with Eddie, and you have been all of these years. Now that you were reconnected, you’d spend every day trying to make up for lost time. You’d go with him anywhere, do anything to protect him and clear his name. Even if it meant marching head first into the unknown.

#eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #fanfiction #eddie munson pov #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #pov #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #Spotify

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joansiefics · 11 months

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Bucky -

could you write something about Bucky's daughter getting in a car accident with friends and shes the only one that makes it and she calls bucky because she's scared and hurt...so bucky and steve come to the scene and helps/

Everyone makes mistakes:

DAD!BUCKY X DAUGHTER!READER

WARNINGS: Underaged drinking, car accident, death. Please let me know if I missed anything :)

A/N: Alright, so if you have seen my last post (like a year ago), I said that I will be solemnly posting stories on Wattpad. It went great, but kinda went downhill after a while - I became busy with school and when I had the time I just couldn't get myself to write something. But then like a week ago, I logged into my Tumblr account, and I missed the feeling of writing something down and being creative (because all I do now is study math and physics and that's not really being creative), so I thought why not start writing the requests that I never wrote?? So yeah, here is the first one in a while :)

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I didn’t want to get into the car. I told them that like 20 times already, but do you expect drunk-out-of-their-mind people to listen to you - the “deadbeat” of the group, because you don’t like alcohol?

I used to like alcohol. LOVED it in fact. Until my dad had to come bail me out of jail, after a party had gone wrong. It wasn’t entirely my fault – I didn’t know the house wasn’t really the host’s house, but rather someone’s who was on vacation. The neighbors heard the music and yelling as our team won bear pong and called the police. When the police arrived, I was too drunk to register anything going on and some friends, my friends were – ran away without me and left me to be the only one to get arrested.

A few hours in jail can really help you sober up quickly, trying to gather your thoughts, because what are you going to tell your dad? Not even an hour later, my dad came to bail me out and I swore (while resting my head on the toilet seat and my dad holding my hair back) to never drink a sip of alcohol again if I could help it. Now I know most people say that, and the following night they’re at the new bar drinking like there’s no tomorrow – that wasn’t me: I declined the parties my “friends” invited me to and started spending more time with my dad – he is actually a really cool guy. This continued for a few weeks until my “friends” told me they didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, because I’ve changed. I have to say, I was truly happy with their decision.

I made new friends and was able to stick to my “no-drinking-promise” – but it became difficult because apparently you can’t have friends that don’t drink, leading to the predicament I find myself in at this very moment.

“Y/N will you just get in the freaking car?! We don’t have all night”.

“I’ve told you 20 times, now 21, I’m not getting into the car with you. You can’t even walk in a straight line!”

“Just GET IN!” My dad might be a super-soldier, but that doesn’t mean I inherited the strong gene, so it was rather easy for John (one of my friends) to man handle me into the back, squashing me against the left side window, as the rest of our friends piled in next to us. I prayed, I really prayed that I’d get home safe.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I drive? I know I only have my learners license, but you guys are accompanying me, so it’s not like I’m breaking the law. It’s better than all of us dying because you were drunk and driving”.

“I am fully capable of driving this car, Y/N” Melany said from the driver’s seat. I decided to shut my mouth and let her focus on the road, she didn’t need me and the alcohol distracting her.

“Turn up the music!!” Ethan yelled and everyone thought to cheer him on, as if he had said the coolest thing on earth.

“Don’t you think we should let Melany focus on the road, and maybe be quiet?” I suggested.

“Will you stop being such a deadbeat for once in your life, Y/N?” This time it was Sarah who spoke. She was the perfect student that everyone looked up to – perfect grades, happy family, rich parents, beach houses… you name it; but only we knew that it was all a façade – she studied day and night as an escape from her mom being permanently drunk and her dad permanently working. I guess that’s why her comment didn’t bother me as much as it should have, she is merely living out the life that was presented to her as an example.

“I’m sorry” I apologized.

We haven’t even been driving for more than five minutes, when Melany spoke again. “What is that bright light? It’s hurting my eyes, make it stop” she whined. Apparently drunk people are like insects attracted to light, because all my friends stared at the light in awe.

At first I wasn’t interested, I just rolled my eyes and stared out the window.

“Oh look, the light is moving towards us” Melany squealed, earning another eye roll from me, but I have to admit the curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see what was so fascinating about a stupid light.

I wish I never looked – with the looking came the honking of a truck’s horn – a signal to move out of the way. But have you ever Googled what happens when people drink too much? My dad made me Google it the night he came to bail me out of jail; he forced me to read all the bad things that could happen to you when drinking irresponsibly – slowed reflexes, no filter for words spewing out of your mouth and sometimes even alcohol poisoning.

Right now, not even a horn could quicken Melany’s reflexes. Before I could even think of a plan to get her to swerve out of the way, the truck collided with us. Head on. We were flipping. Rolling. Flipping. Rolling. And flipping some more. When we finally came to a stop, I couldn’t see for a few seconds – everything was dark and blurry. It probably took me a few minutes to come to a realization of what just occurred.

“Okay Y/N. What would dad do in this situation?” I didn’t know what he would do and even if I did, I probably wouldn't be able to accomplish it. “Guys?” Silence. “Guys!” More silence. I didn’t like the silence – it made me hear my own heartbeat drumming in my ears. We were on a deserted road, little to no lampposts and no one ever driving down this road at this hour. I didn’t even know if the truck driver was alive, called the ambulance or just… drove away.

I slowly moved my arm, feeling pain shoot up into my shoulder, but I had to get a hold of my phone. Feeling my phone in my pocket, I just prayed it would still work. Slowly pulling it out, trying not to cause more pain to my shoulder, I saw the screen light up, and I could have cried tears of joy.

I didn’t want to call the police or the ambulance – I only wanted my dad. I pressed speed dial and not even 5 seconds later I heard my dad’s voice.

“Hey doll, where are you? I thought you would be home by eleven?”

“I-“ I didn’t know what to tell him. “I- uhm”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Hey, you promised never to call me Y/N unless I was in trouble” I tried to joke, maybe let out a laugh to let him know that I was okay and not busy bleeding somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Of course he heard the airy laugh. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear my heart beating like I could.

“Well, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“In trouble?”

“Have a little faith in me dad. I told you I’m not going to drink, and I stuck to my promise” I rasped out.

I heard some laughing in the background. “I’m sorry, am I disrupting you?”

“No, not at all, doll. Steve just came to hang out for a bit. But stop changing the subject, if you’re not in trouble, why are you calling me when you should have been home already?” I probably had to speed up the conversation, because I could feel myself getting dizzy, there was something wet dripping down my shoulder and forehead and no one was making a noise – I just hoped they’d be alive.

“Well, you see… uhm”.

“Spit it out. Do I have to come bail you out again? Because I swear Y/N I will…”

“I need you to come get me” I tried to stop the wobble in my voice, but it was useless. “I promise dad… I told them I didn’t want to, but they forced me and they were drunk and – and they’re not waking up and - “ a big sob escaped my mouth and I couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“What did they force you to do, Y/N?” I could hear the panic in my dad’s voice. I heard him call Steve and I heard Steve’s worried voice ask what was wrong.

“Y/N, you need to breathe and tell me where you are so we can come get you” I focused on my breathing, trying to get myself to keep calm and get as comfortable as possible. I tried wiping the wetness of my forehead, that kept bugging me, but I caught the sight of crimson smudged on my hand. Stupidly, I smacked the same hand over my mouth to stop the scream from pouring out, but my dad heard the muffled scream.

“Doll, breathe. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me”.

“I – there’s blood!” I wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

“Y/N, answer me damnit! Where are you?”

“I don’t know” I was trying so hard to get air into my lungs. “We were driving back home from the party – “

“We… I… we’re on an abandoned road, there are almost no lampposts, there are no houses, there…” That’s all I know” I cried out, because how were they going to find me if I didn’t even know where I was.

Dad’s voice came from the other side. “We’ll search in the perimeters of the party’s address.”

“Please don’t hang up!”

“I’m going to hand the phone over to Steve, I have to focus on the road. Just keep talking to him, sweetheart.”

“We’ll be there soon, honey. Ten minutes, tops” Steve tried to ease my nerves.

I didn’t speak to any one of them after that, but it comforted me, knowing that they were there, just a call away and maybe just a few minutes away.

Eight minutes later, Steve said he was going to hang up and I cried and pleaded with him not to but got interrupted by the “end call” button. Before I could even think about cursing him out, or being mad at him and my dad, I heard my name being called.

“Here!” Was all I could seem to manage, but luckily they heard me. “Steve come help me get her out!” Soon Steve was forcing the door open and holding it as my dad, gently pulled me out of the wreck and into his chest.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe. You’re alive.” My dad whispered in my ear, gently swaying me side-to-side. Sobs wracked my chest and the tears couldn’t stop flowing – my dad didn’t seem to care that his shirt was a mess of blood and tears.

“My – my friends”

My dad and Steve surreptitiously looked at each other until my dad nodded for Steve to get them out of the car. I think they knew something I didn’t, because when they were all safely outside the wreck, Steve had a confirmed look on his face as he searched for a pulse at each of them but didn’t find a single one.

“No! They’re fine, feel again!” I yelled at Steve. He wasn’t a doctor; he couldn’t call time of death.

“Y/N, doll, listen to me, Steve already checked – “

“ – Well he should check again! He’s wrong!”

To settle my mind, Steve searched for a pulse at each of them and once again turned to look at me with a sad smile.

“No. NO! No, no, no…” My “no’s” were getting quieter and my knees were getting weaker. “no, no…no” the last “no” came out chocked, and my dad caught me as my knees finally buckled and we sank to the floor. I couldn’t take the weight of their death. They were my friends, and even though they made some stupid decisions tonight, they didn’t deserve this. Everyone makes mistakes every once in a while. My dad ran his hand up and down my back, trying to ease some warmth and calmness into my skin and bones.

“Doll, I’m gently going to pick you up and take you to my car”.

“My shoulder. My friends” I kept seeming to forget my friends were dead.

“I’ll be careful of your shoulder. We’ll get it checked out and fixed at home. Right now, I just need you need to breathe with me. Focus on my breathing and everything will be sorted out. You don’t need to worry your head about anything right now, except breathing”

“My friends”

“We’ll get someone to come and get them. I promise”

My dad gently laid me down on the backseat of his car and a few moments later he got into the driver’s side and Steve got in next to me. Unfortunately, when my dad started the car, I was panicking. “No, I don’t want to be in a car. Please! Dad, don’t drive, I’m begging you!”

Steve gently scooted closer to me and enveloped me into a hug, I didn’t even realize we were driving, until we got home. Steve carried me out of the car as my dad ran ahead of us, opening the front door, grabbing blankets, and throwing them onto the couch. Steve gently put me down on the couch, but told me to keep sitting up, because they needed me to stay awake. Apparently, I can’t do that when I’m laying down.

My dad already called one of the doctors (while we were driving) from the infirmary to come check on me and do everything that he deemed necessary. My dad plopped himself down next to me, getting ready to keep me awake until the doctor gave orders that I could close my eyes.

After five minutes of the doctor’s presence, I decided that I didn’t like him. He kept telling me to “keep those eyes open” and “don’t fall asleep on me now”, while prodding at my injuries. Then he decided that pulling out the glass in my shoulder and stitching the wound up, was absolutely necessary and then he thought that shining the brightest light of all time in my eyes, would make me happy. My dad held my hand the entire time – gave it a squeeze when I winced or rubbed his thumb up and down when I squeezed my eyes shut due to the pain.

When the doctor finally left, my dad used a washcloth to wipe some sweat and dirt from me and handed me my pyjamas. He didn’t want to leave me alone for in case I felt dizzy (because the doctor said that’s what concussions can do), so he just turned around and kept his hand outstretched towards me, so I’d have something to grab onto if I felt like falling.

Afterwards, he helped me lay down under the covers and gently tucked me in as Steve brought me some biscuits, water and painkillers. It was difficult to fall asleep after everything that had happened tonight, but my dad reassured me that we’d take it day-by-day, one step at a time.

He would be there when I had to attend my friends’ funerals. He’d be there when I had to go for my check-up appointment at the doctor that wouldn’t let me sleep. And he’d be there when the terrible nightmares woke me up from my slumber.

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thewillowtree3 · 10 months

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Korrasami Secret Santa 2023!! ;DD!!

Hi, Korrasami fam!! We're back!! ;D!!

We're doing Korrasami Secret Santa for 2023!! (Sike, I did not copy this part from Korrasami Secret Secret 2022, but the rest I will LOOL). 6 years and kicking, babey, let's go ;DD!!

The rules are the same:

Korrasami creators will be able to gift one another with Secret Santa gifts. Whether it be fics, art, videos, animations…the fun’s all there! (It doesn’t have to be holiday-themed! It can be whatever you want :)

The Process:

This Secret Santa exchange will be done through drawnames.com, which is a Secret Santa Name Generator. You’ll need your email for this, and you can message me it directly on Tumblr (I’ll gather everyone’s names up, and put them into the generator when it’s time to draw names.)

The due date to sign up is 11:59 PM Nov 30, 2023 PDT (I’d like everyone to have ample time to do their Secret Santa gifts). :)

Most likely, you’ll need to make an account on drawnames.com (you don’t need to, but it’s recommended. When you get to writing your Wish List on there, under ‘Hobbies and Interests’, make two different lists: One for ‘Fic Requests’, the other for ‘Art Requests’. If a writer draws your name, you’ll have a suggestion for what you want them to write. If an artist draws your name, they’ll have an idea of what to create! (Also, originally, this project only had fanfic and fanart- but if anyone can contribute any other talents, that’d be swell!)

Example: Fic Request- I want Korra and Asami cuddling at home with a fireplace!

Art Request: I want Korrasami going otter-penguin sledding!

The fic and art requests can be the same, or they can be different. Please limit it to one, or if you can’t choose, then two options. You can also note things that you don’t want (i.e. No smut or NSFW work!). You can be as specific as you wish.

Also, everyone else! We recognize that there may be people in the fandom who don’t create content, but still want to contribute! @lamftw came up with these great ideas four years ago, if you’d still like to participate in the Secret Santa. You can:

Create Korrasami memes! The more memes, the better :)

Share your favorite Korrasami headcanons! We’d love to hear them.

Share your favorite artwork/fanfic!

Share your favorite moment from LoK or share how much Korrasami means to you.

Create Korrasami memes, write a sweet holiday message/ note of appreciation :)

Also, we can all show some love to our favorite creators, to Bryke, Janet Varney, and Seychelle Gabriel (the voice of Korra and Asami, respectively). :)

When everyone has signed up, I’ll put all the names into the Secret Santa Name Generator. You should get an email, asking you to join the Secret Santa exchange. Just click ‘Join Group’, and you’re good! Once everyone has joined, the names will then be drawn, and you’ll get your chosen individual (you’ll get an email for this too). Please remember to check your email on Dec 1; we cannot draw names unless everyone has joined the Secret Santa group!

The reveal will be on Dec 19, 2023 (the 9th Korrasami Anniversary ;DD). Post your work on Tumblr, and tag the person you got, so they’ll know what lovely work they got! Also, please tag ‘Korrasami Secret Santa’ so we can save these posts for the future :).

Please note that if you sign up, you HAVE to commit to making something. This is open to all creators, of any skill level, but please please make something if you sign up. You don’t wanna leave anyone hanging!

Last note- remember to message me on Tumblr and give me your email. That’s the way to sign up! :)

Let's freaking go, y'all! LET'S MAKE THIS A GOOD ONE!! ;DDDD!!

Spread this to all your creator friends! LET'S GO FAM!! ;DD!!

6 YEARS IN A ROW!! LEGGO!! ;DDDD!!

Note- 11/27: Hey y’all, I’ve been shadowbanned recently LOL. Idk when Tumblr will unban me and give me my account back so ;__;. Because I’ve been shadowbanned, I cannot see any messages about the Korrasami Secret Santa :((. If I don’t get my account back before Nov 30th, I’ll just have to postpone the event and make a new date for it/prolong the posting date. I’ll keep y’all updated ;__;.

Note-11/28: Y’all, I just found out- Y’ALL CAN SEND IN ASKS!! I can still see them!! ;DDDD!! So if you still wanna join, please send me an ask with your email. I’ll still be prolonging the join/posting date if I don’t get my account back before Nov 30th, but this is a solution in the meantime!! :33

#legend of korra #korra #asami #korrasami #korrasami secret santa #fanart #fanfic #it's back!! ;DDDD!!

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tqmies · 1 year

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First of all congratulations on your 1k 💕 Can I request for your event . Haechan + Enemies to lovers or fake dating ( up to you ) + prompt 2

Bet | Lee Haechan

Part of Tqmies 1K Event!

Enemies to lovers & fake dating au, 2. “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” wc: 1.1k Note: i love haechan, i love that my followers love haechan too, now come here so i can give you a big smooch. & thank you <3

"No way." Haechan says, standing firm. "I won't do it."

"I'll pay you a hundred bucks."

"When do I start?"

"Wait, wait!" You interrupt, putting your hands between the two boys. One being Haechan, and the other being your best friend Mark. "I haven't even said anything yet."

"You don't need to baby." Haechan smirks, before swooning dramtically. "I know you're dying for a chance at me."

"I actually hate you." You deadpan but are ignored.

"Hate and love," Haechan sighs. "Such a thin line of difference, both feelings are so intense that you must get them confused."

"Get a load of Shakespeare over here." Jeno remarks, and you laugh.

"Quiet," Haechan bites back.

Mark looks over at you. "So what'll it be? Will you help me?"

Every bone in your body wants to refuse. But Mark's your best friend, and you sigh, knowing he would do it for you if you ever asked.

It just happened to be your luck that Haechan and you were the only free ones in your group. And single, meaning you'd have to pair up with Haechan. Well, Jeno was too but he was tied up for the night due to some baseball practice.

That left you and Haechan as the only ones able to attend this double blind date with Mark as support. And in all honesty, you thought his worry was stupid.

"Why do you need us to go again?" You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"It'd help me feel less nervous! And you guys are the only one's not busy tonight so-"

You sigh, "Whatever Mark, I'll do it."

"Oh thank goodness," Mark deflates. "I was so worried."

"Not doing this for you, I'm doing this for the check!" You elaborate, though Mark knows you're lying, curse your weakness for your best friend.

"Remember, you met in high school, Haechan confessed senior year and you’ve been together ever since.” Mark repeats, as you all sit in his car. He’s ran through the scenario like a teacher in front of pre-school children.

But you nod. "Got it."

"Yeah I got it after the first twelve times." Haechan crosses his arms as he wave's Mark off. "We'll be fine, you worry about your date, and let me worry about this freak over here."

"Oh shut up!" You retort. "You're lucky to even pretend you're on a date with someone like me."

Haechan scoffs, "Okay, if that makes you feel better."

As you open your mouth to speak, Mark stops you both, warning. "Guys, you two aren't acting like you're dating right now.."

"Haechan just can't admit that I'd be an amazing date."

"Sure, I bet being with me will be the best date you've been on."

"Bet?" You raise a brow. "You're on."

"Oh no, please no." Mark mutters to himself as you and Haechan exit the car. He might've bit off more than he could chew, you guys making bets was never good, ever the competitive ones.

Yet, he can say as the night progresses, that he's pleasantly surprised with you two's behavior. Of course, he's paying most attention to his date, but if he didn't notice then she definitely didn't.

You two are the most convincing fake couple ever, minus you two actually hating each others guts. Mark assumes its all fueled by competition, trying to butter the other up to get them to admit they'd be a good date. From the way Haechan pulled out your chair, to the way you diligently complimented his food choices, inflating his already huge ego.

And as weird as it feels, Mark has to admit he likes to see his two closest friends even getting along, but he really can’t complain.

“You two are adorable.” His date points out, and it’s the first time you’ve really looked at her tonight. Her eyes meet yours and something in her lights up. “Wait, I know you!”

You agree, though you can’t remember from where.

Unfortunately, she fills in the blanks for you. “You kissed Lee Jeno at that party a few weeks ago!“

Silence looms over the table as you can only hear the chattering of patrons around you.

You remember now, she must’ve been one the party goers at the recent frat party Jeno dragged you to. No one else wanted to go with him so he grabbed you off your couch on a Saturday and made you party with him.

It had ended in the two of you drunkenly making out on the frats couch, to which you had promised to never say a word about again.

"Oh yeah?" Haechan speaks up, shooting you a glare as he grits his teeth. "That's funny considering I mentioned we've been together for years."

Mark wants to die.

You laugh nervously, as the girl beside you two widens her eyes. "It was during our um.. break!"

Nice save, Mark thinks but then Haechan speaks up. "I don't remember us having a break."

The smile falls off of your face. "We broke up for during that one weekend, remember?"

"Oh my gosh, I must have the wrong girl. It probably wasn't you, no worries." Mark's date speaks as she tries to ease the tension.

"No need to lie." Haechan replies, raising his brows. Then he just shrugs, going back to his food. "I did a lot of things while we were on break too."

Mark wants to die, again.

Also, when the hell had you kissed Jeno? Like for real, that had actually happened?

You just quietly go back to your food, noting how the other couple's face's are hot red, Mark likely too scared to say anything. At least Haechan didn't rat you two out, though you're sure Mark's date knows now.

The rest of the date goes on pretty silently, save for small chatter from around you and the occasional comment from Mark.

You and Haechan exit the restaurant first, hoping Mark would gain the courage to ask his date on a second one, seeing as it seemed they got along pretty well despite the incident.

As soon as you're out of ear-shot, Haechan turns to you while crossing his arms. "You're the worst fake partner ever!"

"Me?" You ask, pointing into his chest. "I had the situation handled, and here you come with the 'we weren't on break!' Like would it have killed you to just agree?!"

"Whatever, I don't care." He responds, turning away from you.

Though you notice he seems bothered. "Jeno and I were drunk, if you're upset at him not telling you. it's not a big deal, I barely even remember."

"Why would I be upset?" He mocks.

"I don't know? You seem bothered!"

"Maybe I am."

You throw your hands up. "Well, why are you mad?"

He smirks at seeing you riled up. “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

"Really, yeah?" You ridicule. "Like who? You?"

"Yeah." He says, nonchalantly. "Bet I'm a better kisser than him anyways."

"You bet?" You smirk.

"I bet, now wanna find out?"

#tqmies 1k event!#haechan drabbles #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #haechan x reader #haechan #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct fanfiction #haechan nct #nct haechan x reader #lee haechan imagines #lee haechan fanfic

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relatableblorbopoll · 9 months

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Round 1 of preliminaries, group 14

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Oz Vessalius (Pandora Hearts)

"Struggles with self-worth, adores books, ADHD (though that’s not canon—but he fits the diagnostic criteria), his strongest/most important relationships are platonic"

Sound (My School President)

"Lonely gay teenager who tries to be cool and sauve but gets adopted against his will by a group of losers and then falls for one of the losers who gets on his nerves a lot because he was nice to him once and then he gets all awkward and flustered around the boy and tries to avoid him and antagonize him but the boy sees through it and they eventually end up together and he becomes the most annoying person in love ever"

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

"adhd. possibly some autism too. a weird girl who got outcasted by being herself and sure has some WACK coping mechanisms to deal with it. self worth is IN THE DRAIN. gnc and not straight. writes fanfic. artist. goes through a depression era when at her moms house. loves her mom also. this is canon stuff i'm saying"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA she is so ASDHSUJD. Okay I started watching the owl house because I knew there was a WLW couple, so obviously I had to check it out. But upon watching the show, I got so emotionally connected to it, or moreso the protagonist, Luz, that it could go beyond some people's understandings... I remember that almost any scene showing her neurodivergent traits would hit SO. CLOSE. HOME. It would be unbelievable. I literally rewatched the show more than seventeen times one summer. She is just so goshdarn relatable man. She's the weird kid, has no friends, loves making anime edits, is OBSESSED with a book series, loves witches and magic and stuff, has ADHD, an attention span that is so high when she's engaging with something she likes doing and so low when she's bored. She's just so lovely. I know a lot of people found her annoying in season one but she hit close home to me. Season two was amazing as well and she started getting even MORE relatable!! She started showing her people pleasing, how much she blames herself, it was so sad but I was glad to see a character I could relate to so much on screen. I mean i personally didn't experience the loss of my father and I personally do have one friend whom I'm able to share my life with, but she's still super relatable. She can be so silly and so cool. And her impulsivity and the way she realized she doesn't know what she wants to do when she grows up also hit close home. Mwah"

Gundham Tanaka (Super Danganronpa 2)

"Goth autistic theater kid"

Saiki Kusuo (Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan/The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

"He's very dead inside, especially in the English Dub, and introverted. But even so, he cares a lot for his friends, even if he never says it to them and he finds them annoying most of the times. He also be nosey and just insert himself into others' situations that don't involve him (obviously, he makes it so that nobody knows he's there and, obviously, he's also complaining about this all the time). He's canonically aroace, or at least aroace spec He's canonically trans. He was born as a girl but he didn't like it so he immediately turned himself into a boy with his psychic powers. An argument could be made about him being on the autism spectrum."

Drew (The Music Freaks)

"I don't like him actually I hate him and love him st the same time in fact but. This man is so real and such a horrible jerkwad to everyone around him. I mean I can't relate to THAT but I should mention he also gets jelous easily, he is in love with his best friend who does not like him back, he's all moody and grouchy and bratty. And so am I and I hate it lol."

#preliminaries #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #character bracket #character tournament #oz vessalius #pandora hearts #my school president #sound my school president #luz noceda #the owl house #gundham tanaka #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #saiki k #saiki kusuo #saiki kusou no psi nan #the music freaks #the music freaks drew

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catholic-character-tournament · 1 year

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Round 1 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇��

Abuelita Alma Madrigal Propaganda:

There's a church in the Encanto as well as a priest and given how strong her grip is and how much of a control freak she is, I would very much doubt she'd allow people to believe in other miracles than Pedro's if she wasn't, herself catholic. Also I mean south american turn of the century family they're probably catholic.

Listen at least Alma is!!! The candle!! The importance of the church!!! The vibes are just there!!!! The idea of being a savior by sacrificing yourself (or at least your personality/grief) for your people? That’s SO catholic coded PLEASE

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler Propaganda:

good lord where do i start. in the animated series he converts logan to catholisism and then fucks off basically thats the main thing he did there. i think one time they tried to make him a demon to explain how he looked but everyone hated that. he sold his soul one time to help his friends out after he died. he and logan have a weird little gay thing. he was a priest one time but he was made a priest by a fake bishop from a religion that hates mutants iirc so he just wasnt a priest. like 3 people have written him in a way i like and one of those is my friend just talking about how they view him.

wow marvel loves making catholic characters dress/look like demons

Kurt is a mutant who was born to mystique who looks a LOT like a devil (technically is half one but that cannon truth isn't real go back to bed), his mother dropped him off a cliff when he was born and he was picked up by a Romani group/circus (fuck old comics man) however he then narrowly escaped being sold to a freak show and found himself in a small German town. There he met a kind priest, who showed him God, and he quickly grew attached to the idea- However, it wasn't long before people began labeling him a demon and soon the whole town was against him with pitchforks and fire. Cornered and injured, Kurt thought this might be the end for him- maybe he would see heaven so long after finding it- but he was then saved by Charles Xavier who invited him to the X-Men. AND ITS BEEN SO MANY YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH THERE. SO MUCH. SO GOD DAMN MUCH. BUT THE MOST AAAA THING TO ME CONCERNING HIS FAITH HE WHEN HE LITERALLY DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN BUT THEN BECAUSE OF DRAMA WITH HIS FATHER HAD TO BRING HIS FRIENDS IN WITH HIM FROM THE BEYOND. THEN WITH ALOT OF TROUBLE THEY FOUGHT HIS FATHER AND THE ONLY WAY KURT SAW TO STOP HIM WAS IN A MOVE THAT STRIPPED THEM BOTH OF THEIR SOULS AND PUT THEM BACK ON EARTH. SO KURT CANONICALLY HAS NOW LOST HIS ABILITY FOR ETERNAL PEACE, LOST HIS VERY SOUL, TO SAVE PEOPLE- AND ALSO TOLD NO ONE NOT EVEN HIS GAY LOVER WOLVERINE.

Nightcrawler is a mutant vigilante who looks like a classical demon. He can't even go to church without people panicking and trying to exorcize him. Despite it all, he's so full of faith and hope and compassion, and he wants to believe the best of everyone. Also, he's bffs with an extremely angry Jewish sword lesbian. That has nothing to do with anything, but it's important to me that you all know that.

What if you were a devout christian and literally looked like the devil? He nearly became the pope, which was a plot by some supervillains that also involved faking a rapture? There is nothing like comics I swear to god.

A catholic who is half demon I don’t think I can better explain a struggle than that. But his character is so relatable to people who feel unwelcome with their congregation because of something that is a part of them but still feeling a connection to the faith. Kurt actively engaged in his faith and shares how his faith helps him through all the things he has faced in life and how he found a home with those of the church who leave the judging to God.

so they made kurt a priest briefly before deciding to retcon it, resulting in nightcrawler actually being part of a plan by villains to promote him to pope then reveal to the world that the pope is a demon. wild.

I have a side blog and a tattoo about him and i really really want him to win

Wisecracking devil-appearing devout Catholic with the Best superpower (teleportation)? HECK YES

German Catholic circus acrobat who looks like a demon & can teleport through a hellish alternate dimension with a puff of sulfur. Character of all time.

hes catholic and his dad is the devil. what could be funnier than that. also hes my silly little guy.

Nightcrawler is the world’s most fun catholic priest. I first was introduced to this kindhearted teleporting acrobat while he saved a boat full of stowaway refugees from inter dimensional pirates with swashbuckling gusto!

#encanto #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #x men #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #marvel #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr polls #tumblr bracket

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steviesbicrisis · 2 years

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The One Where Everybody Finds Out (About Eddie and Steve)

Jonathan

There had been some weird things happening under Jonathan's nose, he had noticed them at the back of his mind but, being a chill and high dude most of the time, he didn't think anything weird of it.

Yeah, Steve was spending a lot more time at his and Eddie's place, Eddie talked a lot more about Steve and they both were dating someone that hadn't been introduced to their friend group yet, but Jonathan just shrugged and accepted them as facts.

Then he had found a strange amount of hair products in their shared bathroom and casually mentioned it to Eddie, who basically freaked out on him and shrieked "what if I care about my curls? are you the bathroom police?" and yeah, Jonathan was chill and all, but that was fucking weird.

A while later, at Steve and Robin's place, Jonathan was able to put the pieces together.

«Robin, did you take my hair products? I can't find them anywhere»

«Why would I have them? plus, didn't you take them to your mysterious girlfriend's place last night? maybe you left them there.»

Jonathan's shocked expression as he looked back and forth between Eddie and Steve was enough to tell that he knew.

Eddie had to do some damage control, fast.

«Roomie, can I talk to you for a second?»

Nancy

Nancy loves Robin, she really does. That doesn't mean she can't be mad at her for being late.

«I'm sorry Nance, she's probably stuck in traffic. I got stuff to do but you can wait here of course!» Steve gave her one more apologetic smile and then disappeared into his bedroom.

Nancy had tried to stay put and pass the time by reading a magazine, but she was so mad she couldn't help but pick up the phone to try and reach out to Robin, see if at least she had left work.

She didn't expect at all to hear Steve's private conversation.

«I miss you too. I'll sneak out in a few hours, I'll tell Robin I'm doing laundry.»

And surely she didn't expect to hear Eddie say «laundry? is that my new nickname?»

She dropped the phone, shocked. Eddie and Steve? Eddie and Steve?

She needed to tell someone, anyone. As she rushed out of the apartment, she almost collided with Jonathan, who was running out of his apartment across the hall.

«Jonathan, great! I have a secret I need to share-»

«No! No secrets please, I have way too many and I hate keeping them!»

Nancy eyed him, suspiciously «what if I know what you know?»

«No, that’s not possible.»

«So, you didn’t happen to hear Eddie’s phone call just know?»

Jonathan looked at her with a mixture of relief and shock, he pointed at her «You know!»

«And you know??» she replied, «since when?»

«Since forever dude! They’ve been driving me crazy.»

Robin

Argyle’s move to the city was just a few weeks away and he and Jonathan had yet to find a place that would be good for the both of them. Eddie wouldn’t have minded adding Argyle to the lease but the apartment wasn’t big enough for three people -and it was proven by Argyle living there for the days he was supposed to do apartment hunting-, so the only option was to look for a new place.

Thankfully a nice apartment across from their building had been opened for renting. The best part? Steve and Robin’s place was clearly visible from the living room. A feature that Robin would come to regret that day.

Jonathan was busy at work, so she and Nancy offered to accompany Argyle for the house tour. He fell in love with the place as soon as he entered.

As he was checking out the bedrooms and Nancy the bathroom, Robin looked out of the living room window.

«Oh my God, I see Steve and Eddie, hi guys!!» she waved at them excitedly, but the happiness died quickly as they started kissing and taking each other’s clothes off.

«oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD!!! Eddie and Steve? Eddie and Steve!! Oh my God Eddie and Steve!!» she was screaming and couldn't stop looking at her best friend making out with a guy, with Eddie of all people.

Nancy had rushed back as she heard her screams and she was panicking too.

«Nancy! It's Eddie and Steve!! Oh my God, Eddie and Steve!! Why am I still looking?» she screamed again as Eddie pushed Steve against the window glass, giving them a perfect view of Steve's naked back.

«oh shit, my eyes!! MY EYES!!» she kept screaming as she turned around.

«Robin, you have to shut up!» Nancy seemed to be panicked too, but for very different reasons.

«But Eddie and Steve-»

«I know! I've known for a while!!» she sounded exasperated.

«You know??»

«Yes, I know! And Jonathan knows but Argyle doesn't so you have to shut up!»

Robin had no idea how she could pretend she did not just witness her best friend getting busy with one of their closest friends, a guy.

Argyle emerged from the second bedroom «have you guys been screaming? is something happening outside?» he made a step towards the window and Robin screamed again.

«We're... just so happy you might get this apartment!» Robin lied and started jumping and screaming her fake excitement, Nancy could do nothing but join her.

Argyle smiled wildly at them and joined the jumps and the screams.

Argyle

Jonathan hated keeping secrets from Argyle. Actually, there were no secrets kept between them, except this one. But Eddie and Steve had begged him to tell no one, so there wasn't much of a choice.

After Nancy and Robin had found out, he was relieved because, finally, he would be able to tell Argyle.

Except that the girls, especially Robin, weren't too happy about this secret and decided to mess with their unaware friends.

«I can't believe you forced Nancy to flirt with Eddie,» Jonathan said, looking at Nancy as she twirled a strand of her hair flirtatiously. He couldn't see Eddie's face from where he was sitting but there was no doubt he was shocked.

«I didn't force her to do nothing! She's in with the plan. Listen, They've been lying to us, Steve has been lying to me, for months now. We're just having a little fun! Eddie will freak out, admit their fling and that's it» Robin made it sound so easy he hoped she was right.

----

It wasn't easy at all, Jonathan thought, under Steve and Eddie's inquisitive looks.

Nancy had come onto Eddie too strong -she had felt his bicep and grabbed his ass for crying it out loud- and that resulted in them guessing she knew about their thing.

Jonathan had, unfortunately, let slip out that Robin also knew.

«Robin knows too?» Steve sounded sad as he asked, but then the sadness turned quickly to anger «I can't believe that little shit! She's messing with us? fuck no, we're messing with them!»

As Steve and Eddie were coming up with a counter-plan, Jonathan projected himself to two weeks in the future, when he and Argyle will finally be living together, hopefully with no secrets involved.

----

Nancy put the phone down, looking distraught.

«Eddie just asked me to come over and feel his bicep and more! I can't believe he would cheat on Steve!»

«I don't believe it either» Robin turned to Jonathan, who was very busy looking at his shoes.

«Jonathan, do they know that we know?» he couldn't say anything back which was enough for the girls.

«I can't believe they're messing with us!»

«Well, they don't know that we know they know we know!» Robin exclaimed, «call Eddie back and set the date, we're going to war.»

----

Nancy hadn't planned to go that far with the messing around.

But now there she was, inside Eddie and Jonathan’s apartment, pretending to be on a date.

It's clear that they both know what it's going on, that they're impossibly uncomfortable with it and that they're too competitive to drop the act.

After an awkward small talk, Eddie attacks «should we move this to the bedroom?»

«Really?» Nancy is caught by the surprise but quickly recovers «I mean, first I wanna take off all my clothes and have you rub lotion all on me.»

Her counterattack is pretty effective, Eddie looks horrified as he replies with «sounds great, let me go grab that lotion» before running into the bathroom. Nancy thinks she has won until Eddie comes back with a lotion in his hands.

He still looks extremely uncomfortable but he smiles and says «wow, I'm so happy we're gonna have all the sex!»

«You should be...» she quickly thinks of something that could make him break character «I'm very... bendy?»

Eddie makes a face and Nancy can't blame him. She hopes he will give up soon.

«I'm gonna kiss you now!» she says, almost threatening.

«Not if I kiss you first!» he replies, slowly coming closer to her.

They take their time placing their hands on each other, still leaving a ton of space between them, and there's nothing left for them but to kiss. They go for a peck, the unsexiest most awkward kiss they both had in their life.

Eddie pulls away first «okay okay stop! you win!! I can't have sex with you!»

Nancy is ready to celebrate, she just needs Eddie to admit he's sleeping with Steve «and why not?» she grins.

«Because I'm in love with Steve!»

«You what??»

Steve comes out of the bathroom, Robin and Jonathan get in from the front door, they all heard him loud and clear.

«That's right, you little shits!» he points at Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan «I love» he points at himself «him!» then points at Steve.

He repeats it a couple of times «I. Love. Him. I. Love Him. I. Lo-» Steve forces him to stop by grabbing him by his vest and kissing him.

«I love you too,» he says, grinning at him.

«Oh my God, you guys!!! I thought you were just doing it, I didn't know you were in love!» Robin exclaimed, running towards them to hug them both.

«Now I can tell Argyle when he comes next week right? Everybody knows!» Jonathan looks relieved.

«Actually, the kids are coming here the same day and Dustin doesn't know yet, so we would appreciate it if you kept the secret...»

Jonathan glares at them «I'm telling him over the phone, right now.»

After a quick phone call to California, it turns out that Argyle already knew.

«Yeah babe, haven’t they been together since we went to London? I thought everybody knew.»

Jonathan bangs his head against the wall.

BONUS

Dustin:

«Guys! this place is so cool!» Will is saying as they're going around Argyle and Jonathan’s new apartment. They seemed all impressed as they inspect the place.

«Dude, I can see Steve’s place from here, so cool!» Dustin says looking out the window.

Then he spots Steve and Eddie kissing in front of the window.

«No… what are they doing? My brother and my DM? MY BROTHER AND MY DM? MY BROTHER IS FUCKING MY DM?»

As Dustin is screaming bloody murder, Argyle and Jonathan agree to buy Steve some curtains for Christmas.

[Based on Friends 5x14 - the one where everybody finds out]

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liggy-not-potter · 5 months

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intro

hello :3 i’m liggy, i go by she/her pronouns, i’m 14 (a minor, don’t be creepy), acespec and possibly arospec. if you follow me i will most likely refer to you as my child out of a mom friend habit.

hobbies

i’m a freaking nerd, so book and movie recs are welcome! i’m in a lot of fandoms, so i probably can’t list them all here. harry potter, both canon era and marauders (fuck jkr) and the fanfic i’m writing where harry has a sister no one knew abt. (posting that on ao3). legendborn by tracy deonn, percy jackson (i’m not done with it so no spoilers please), mcu, the owl house, gravity falls, amphibia

i write songs and poetry, i play piano, ukulele, violin and guitar i like drawing but i’m not very good at it all the time, i have thousands of failed art pieces.

dni

the usual. if you discriminate against any minorities or hate people solely because of a group they belong to (religion/lack thereof, race, sexuality, gender orientation)

random shit about liggy

i have a gluten intolerance meaning i can’t have anything containing wheat, and i make jokes about it. well, brie does most the joking.

i have adhd and most likely a hint of something else neurodivergent. i’m a mess, but at least i’m not boringly neurotypical ur local owl (do not ask questions) i’m a minor so don’t be creepy, i don’t care abt interacting with adults as long as you aren’t being a creep gryffindor - enfp - scorpio

the rats (my moots) @jamespotterbbg — kay — my first moot, chaotic, mentally ill as the rest of this site, is the reason i’ve even interacted with half of these people @garden-of-runar — runaround — talented poet, fellow defender of bagels, absolutely and entirely concerning, you’ll never know her next move @melonhead10 — wife of mine — silly little rat, one of the only people on here i know irl, rarely online bc strict parents, if she is online it’s to look at shiny duo and tangled the series @ethanmilo — british ethan — the gay dad friend of this whole hellsite. king of deactivating and coming back out of nowhere. happily in love with @kawaiibarty @kawaiibarty — james the baked bean — short, gay and irresponsible. has too many doggies but we don’t care bc doggies are great. changes his url every two seconds. in love with @ethanmilo @tequilaqueen — bea — possibly an alcoholic, you’ll never know. hates bagels and commits war crimes. @picklerab23 — dill — lives in a jar on a shelf in a grocery store in wales. speaks in consonants and y’s. @crowleys-mortalcounterpart — brie — my child. genderfluid lesbian variant of remus lupin. descendant of the scottish. some unknown flavor of neurodivergent. i also know them irl. @0urazz — satan — brie’s sister and my daughter. chaos incarnate, never online, addicted to roblox. one step away from being gen alpha. the attention span and brain capacity of a grain of rice. violently affectionate. ik her irl as well @thejudeduarte — jude — cruel prince and legendborn fan. really nice and sometimes chaotic. @iamaladder — stepladder (ethan’s version) — chaotic aarakocra boi, old crusty man (in other words a year older than me) another person i know irl @thestrawberryapologist — mari — purchaser of jams, very goofy, does silly sitcom rp with me, recently returned to tumblr after disappearing on us (she hasnt followed me back but i’m moots with her other acc)

(if u want to be added ask me, i just gotta save it for now)

interactions

blow up my ask box, tag me on stuff, and message me all you want. i love being on here and talking to people and making friends <3

my pinterest poetry side blog: @liggy-attempts-poetry ask game: here moodboard on banner is a collage on my pinterest my tags: liggy rambles: all my random ass posts liggy found an ask: i answer asks liggy special: i most likely did something fucking stupid jam murder sitcom: a silly sitcom thing i do with mari to the queue you go motherfucker: my queued posts, most likely because i’m out of town cus haven’t ever got post blocked yet

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jade-kyo · 1 month

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RvB 20th rewatch: s12

Aaaagahhahhsjshaj the mid point to the end…. Fucking agony

I never noticed the cabose written in bullet holes on the wall. Nice reference.

“I AM FUCKING AWESOME” that single moment made me fall in love with Felix…. Yeah that didn’t last

“Yay I have friends!” Me too Caboose

“You’re oddballs that don’t exactly fit in” I feel like the Chorus trilogy is just a love letter to what these characters represent to… well people like me who found comfort in a group of loser assholes finding strength and connection in each other

There is a warthog that is absolutely freaking out in the background AGDKHAKSHS

AYO Ray and Michael cameo!!!

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER

Grif’s mental breakdown

Hmmmm thinking about Locus and Felix not being able to return to normal life after the war…

AAAAAHHHH THEIR STRENGTH IS THEIR IDIOCY

I do feel that sometimes they overuse animation in this season… I think animation should be reserved strictly for the most necessary and funniest of bits and bad ass action scenes

Caboose gets to be the one with a good bad idea!!!!

WHY SNOWMAN

DR GRAY!!!!!! MY BELOVED

It really was a big brain move to make the feds actually not evil at all and kinda just as pathetic as the rebels

HOLY SHIT HES BILINGUAL PLEASE DONT KILL ME

“You give meaning to meaningless objects and meaningless people and then risk your lives to protect them, where’s the sense in that” I’m telling you this arc is a love letter to what this show means

Gray is unhinged- she fits right in!

Bro just got incinerated

FELIX YOU RAT BASTARD

I felt so betrayed- in hindsight I really should’ve seen it coming but I thought Felix was funny

Yo I never actually caught that Locus hands the grenade to Carolina- for some reason I always thought she just had a grenade on her

CAROLINA BABYGIRL!!!!!!!

YOU FUCK!!!!! (Just so we’re clear that was an absolutely necessary animated bit 👍��)

AAAAHHHH EPSILON AND CAROLINA MY BELOVED AHSKHAKSHSKHSKSH

THEYRE SO SILLY

DELTA!!!!!!

THETA!!!!!

I love the fragments ajkdhakshksh

“Just you and me sis” I AM SO NORAML ALANSKLA IA AMANA SNORNSMNSK JAKAHSNLAJANKSJSKSHWKBSKSNKSHWKSHMSK

PSYCHOANALYSIS FOR EVERYONE!!!!!

Love that Caboose is the only one who didn’t do something to the ship

I AM AN EMOTIONAL TIME BOMB Jesus Christ

“I believe he said he was paid in babies”

Lopez a real one for being the only one to remember Doc

Love the conversation between grimmons back at the crash site. nuance about Simmons and leadership or something… if you catch what I mean… Restoration (what who said that)

“MY LIFE JUST FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES!! IT WAS AWESOME!!!” Quoted line

AAAAAHHHHHHH TUCKER AND WASH!!!!!!!!

Dr. Gray my beloved

TUCKER CABOOSE MOMENT!!!

Wash was pretty dumb to just accept Freckles without question but also I never questioned it either so I can’t exactly judge

CABOOSE MY BELOVED AHAJSJAKDHKSJSKDN

SO SHUT UP AND GET OVER IT!!! Caboose finally gets to be the one to tell someone to shut up!!!!!

“Just say you’re sorry” agskahkshskjsksAJGDKAHSKHDKSGSKVDKDJKSN THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH

CHURCH TUCKER MY BELOVED!!!!!

“Seriously? That’s it, no ‘I’m sorry’ nothing?” Carolina I feel you but also if these guys weren’t completely emotionally constipated at all times I probably wouldn’t love them as much

Also Tucker and Church’s little moment of poking fun at Carolina is so cute omg

Trocadero you are truly something to behold

TUCKER YOU ARE THE BEST OF THEM!!!!!!!

Imagine if Tucker and Church had also gotten caught in Locus and Felix’s teleporter… wouldn’t that have sucked please god I already have a big fic I’m planning I don’t need another

COLONEL SARGE

Why is Carolina so damn BIG next the chairman in that picture ajhdkahsj

P.S. suck our balls

Being completely honest I do think s12 is a little bit of the weak link in the chorus trilogy. It’s not bad but I just find more enjoyment in s11 and s13 but it is possibly Tucker at his best GOD I love him… anyway, pain 🙂

#jadey speaks #rvb #red vs blue

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driverlando · 2 months

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hi sasha!! okay so this is difficult omg. why is describing urself so hard??

i’m a big pop girl. love pop and rnb. a little dad rock why not. especially female soloists and male groups? love bey/rih/britney and bts/1d/5sos. obviously more as well.

i consider myself an ambivert - prefer to be inside but i apparently thrive being out. i love reading. i’m on my second degree which is hell but i guess that means i’m studious?

i like people to match my energy. i’m very bouncy does that make sense? my closest friends just let me be me and i love that. wouldn’t really vibe with someone super indoors i think. i love steak 😭 my absolutely fav meal. i have a cat and i adore her sm. she’s so cute. i honestly don’t know what to add? i’m shit at these.

but im so happy for u for reaching 2k!! so proud!! and it’s really exciting!! ahhh!!! <33

— jayde / @ham1lton

ohhh yeah it’s so hard describing yourself lol, literally every person that sent this in has said that 😂 thank you babe!! appreciate it 💘

Oh you and Lando would be so good and chaotic (but in a fun way) together. I feel like he’d match your outgoing and bouncy energy (he’d match your freak babe ‼️) he’d be up there with you on any and every adventure, doing the most out of pocket funny shit because hey, where’s the fun in being “boring” right? I can imagine your car rides together, just blasting music and singing your hearts out, you’d definitely get a few stares but lando would just shrug them off and start singing even louder. I feel like he’d specialise in making steak for you, he’d make it just how you like it and put so much effort in it for you. also your cat would love him (maybe scratch him up at first but slowly but surely begin really liking him lol, please can we just imagine cat dad lando, that’s everything to me) 😪🥹

#asks 💌#driverlando2k #jayde 🫶

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andiwriteordie · 2 years

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OKAY OKAY I HAVE AN IDEA

Remember that framed picture of the party pre season 1 of them with their science fair (?) trophy? So they are working on that project but mike and lucas bicker over will and while he stands there embarrassed for his life dustin keeps giving mike and lucas the side-eye and whispering snide comments into will's ear because he just wants to get the project done correctly with no distractions😭

I feel like this captures their dynamic perfectly especially because i LIVE for Lucas and Mike both having a tiny crush on Will before season 1. that happened, it is not a made up headcanon. Obviously. Totally.

Anyways, congrats on the followers, i really enjoy your work :))

oh my god this was an adorable idea, and listen i love the og party. i love the party in general but the og party is just SO GOOD. also i WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE. BYLER AND BYCLAIR RIGHTS THANK YOU SO MUCH.

anyways! i hope you enjoy!

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honey, life is just a classroom

It’s that time of the year again.

It’s time for the annual Hawkins Regional Science Fair, and oh boy, Will already feels like he’s going to lose his mind.

Listen… Will loves his best friends. He really, really does. The Party is made up of the coolest people Will knows, and sure, none of them have any friends besides each other… but who cares? Will doesn’t really need any other friends besides Mike, Lucas, and Dustin. The Party is perfect the way that it is, and Will loves his best friends.

…

Most of the time.

He loves his best friends, but the glaring exception to this statement happens every year when it comes time for the science fair. Because every year, Mike and Lucas bicker for God knows how long for the stupidest things, and somehow, Will always ends up stuck in the middle of the two of them.

He doesn’t get it. They don’t seem to care what Dustin has to say or whose side of the argument Dustin is on. But for some reason, Will’s opinion on the argument is worth like… a hundred first place ribbons to Mike and Lucas.

Will usually doesn’t even have an opinion on these arguments, so um, yeah… that’s fun. That’s a lot of fun, especially when Lucas and Mike end up derailing their entire first project planning session by arguing over what project they should even do.

“Everyone does a stupid volcano, Mike!” Lucas argues, for the umpteenth time this hour. He throws his hands up in the air and gives Mike an exasperated look. “Cody Morris and his group did one last year, and so did Olivia Baker’s group, and Dylan Tapscott’s group! Volcanos are overrated, and if we do that, we’re going to lose again!”

“Not if we make the best volcano and show everybody up, Lucas!” Mike argues back, and when he gets up into Lucas’s face, Will can’t help but wince. That’s never a good sign. It usually means the fight is escalating, which means Will’s gonna have to step in and stop them again.

Ugh.

“Look, we’re the smartest people in our grade,” Mike reminds. “Dustin’s like a freaking genius. If anyone can make a shitty old volcano cool, it’s us. And then nobody will ever want to make a volcano for the science fair again. It’s genius.”

“It’s stupid,” Lucas deadpans. “How the hell are we going to make a volcano cool? There’s only so many ways to make a baking soda and vinegar explosion look cool. Woohoo. We put food coloring in it. Please, give us first place.”

Mike narrows his eyes even further at Lucas, and as he continues their argument, Will just sighs, falling back onto the floor of the Wheelers’ basement and closing his eyes. This is never going to end. It’s never going to end, and Will thinks he’d probably just be better off disappearing off into some faraway land, simply so he can escape the stupidity of his best friends.

“How did you put up with this for three years before I came along?” Dustin asks curiously, and Will opens his eyes, turning to look at his best friend.

“I have no idea,” Will admits. “I don’t think they were this bad when we were little. Do you remember them being this bad?”

Dustin purses his lips, glancing towards the other two Party members; then, he nods. “Yeah, they were always pretty bad,” he remarks. “They’re being so stupid. It’s like… neither of them actually care about what we’re doing! They just want to be right! And they want you to agree with them! I just wanna make shit explode and tell people why it did that!”

“Me too,” Will says glumly, and he, too, looks over at their best friends. “I don’t know why they’re getting so upset about this. They didn’t seem to care that much yesterday when we were throwing ideas around at lunch.”

“Eh.” Dustin sits up, and he shrugs slightly. “You know how they get sometimes. Maybe that’s what we should do our project on. The human brain and all its intricacies. Why do our friends make stupid decisions and fight with each other? Do you have a hypothesis, Will the Wise?”

Will snickers, sitting up and looking at his arguing best friends in amusement. “I think… Nancy probably did something to piss Mike off this morning,” he remarks. “And Lucas’s little sister probably stole his action figures again. So both of them were already upset and wanted to be right about something.”

“Hmm,” Dustin hums, and he mimics stroking a fake beard. “Interesting hypothesis indeed, but I do have one thing to add here.”

Will raises an eyebrow. “Go on…”

A smirk forms on Dustin’s face. “I think they fight with each other because they both want to be your favorite Party member,” he declares, and Will just sputters, feeling his face go warm.

“What?” he exclaims. “I don’t… I don’t have favorites. That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Maybe not, but it’s the hypothesis I’m sticking with,” Dustin says smugly. “And the science backing it is indisputable.”

“And what science is that?”

“Well, you’re clearly Mike’s favorite Party member,” Dustin points out. “You two have been best friends since kindergarten. And you’re Lucas’s favorite Party member too, because you were the first one to befriend him too. So, if you’re both their favorites, and they already like bickering with each other… I think they want to be your favorite Party member.”

Will feels his face get even warmer, and he glares weakly at his best friend. “I’m not… their favorite,” he mumbles, embarrassed. “And just ‘cause I’ve been friends with them the longest doesn’t mean anything.”

“Okay, well even if you stop factoring in how long you’ve been friends with all of us, I think it’s safe to say you’re still everyone’s favorite,” Dustin says with a shrug. “I mean, you’re my favorite Party member, and I’m not afraid to tell the others that. Just look at them, Will. They’re bickering like idiots and wasting precious time we could be using to beat the shit out of everyone and win this science fair. Meanwhile, you are being entirely unproblematic, as usual. Plus, you’re just always nice and always willing to help all of us out, like a good friend. Ergo, you’re my favorite. And for similar reasons, I believe that you’d be Lucas and Mike’s favorite as well.”

For a moment, Will just stares at his best friend, and he blinks, trying to take in Dustin’s words. “That’s… really nice,” he admits, smiling shyly. “Thanks, Dustin. That means a lot to me.”

A bright smile forms on Dustin’s face. “No problem,” he says cheerfully. “Anyways, while that was fun, I really don’t want to go through the rest of the scientific method to figure out why Mike and Lucas are idiots. Do you want to go ahead and end their argument?”

Will raises an eyebrow. “You think I could end their argument?”

“Will.” Dustin gives him a look. “What did we just talk about? You’re everyone’s favorite. Just… pick a side, then the other one will go with it. Simple as that.”

“Okay, I’m beginning to think you are really overestimating how much sway I have in the Party.”

“Please,” Dustin scoffs, falling back onto the floor. “Will, I hope you know that all of us would go to hell and back for you. I mean… I think we’d do that for anyone in the Party, but I dunno, it’d take a little more convincing for the others.”

Will just laughs, and he nudges his best friend lightly. “You’re the worst,” he says, shaking his head. “Okay… fine. Let’s test your hypothesis, then.”

“Be my guest,” Dustin says, gesturing to Mike and Lucas. “Pick a side, and watch how fast they stop arguing.”

Will just rolls his eyes, but he stands up, willing to humor Dustin’s silly hypothesis. It probably won’t work, but if anything, maybe he can convince Lucas and Mike to compromise or something.

“Hey, guys,” Will says gently, walking up to the others.

At first, Mike and Lucas don’t hear him, and Will glances over his shoulder, giving Dustin a look that says, I told you so. Dustin rolls his eyes, and he gestures for Will to keep going.

“Guys,” Will says, a bit louder now, and he waves his hands in front of Lucas and Mike’s faces. “Hey!”

Both of them stop, and in perfect unison, they turn to Will, their expressions softening.

“Oh, hey, Will,” Lucas says with a smile. “What’s up?”

“Did you need something?” Mike asks, tilting his head and offering a smile as well. “Everything okay?”

Literally, they look like two entirely different people from the boys arguing just a moment ago, and Will blinks, momentarily stunned.

…

Maybe Dustin’s hypothesis isn’t that far off.

“Well… I was just thinking we should probably decide what to do for our project,” Will suggests, and he glances over his shoulder at Dustin again. He hopes Dustin understands the silent question: What project do we do?

Dustin raises a brow, and he considers this for a moment, before nodding to his left. Go with Mike, the gesture says, and his expression also seems to say, We’ll figure it out later.

Will nods back; then, he turns around and smiles at his best friends. “Dustin and I thought it could be cool to do the volcano too,” he says. “Then, maybe next year we could do something entirely different that nobody else has done before, like Lucas suggested. … What do you guys think?”

Time for the moment of truth.

Will holds his breath, looking back and forth between Lucas and Mike. Mike looks a bit smug, but Lucas is a little harder to read, which makes sense. After all, Will is going against his opinion here.

But then finally, Lucas shrugs, and he offers Will a smile. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he says. “I don’t really care as long as we actually win this year. I swear, last year was so rigged.”

“There’s no way Tanner and his stupid friends should’ve won!” Mike agrees, and he throws an arm around Will’s shoulder, leading Will back to where Dustin is sitting. Lucas follows after them, and Mike adds, “I’m with Lucas. I just want to make sure we win this year, so we can take that trophy and tell everyone else to shove it.”

Lucas snickers, and he reaches over Will to high five Mike. “Hell yeah,” he says with a smirk. “Mr. Clarke’s rooting for us too, so I’m sure he’ll be willing to give us advice again this year. We’re gonna make the best damn volcano anyone has ever seen.”

As the two of them continue to go back and forth, sharing ideas with each other, Will just… sits there, his mouth open in complete shock.

That… actually worked.

That actually worked.

…

Has he always been able to do that?

No… there’s no way, right? Will would’ve noticed that. He’s been friends with both of them for years now. This has to be something new.

But then, Dustin catches his eye, and he grins at Will. “Told you so,” he mouths. “You’re our favorite.”

Will’s cheeks turn warm again, and he can’t help but roll his eyes, glancing at Mike and Lucas once more. The two of them seem much more relaxed now, which is nice. This is exactly how it should be.

Maybe this year’s science fair won’t be so bad after all.

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