#like I did this for my bestie

[blogfullofemos]

Nasallang? Like a Nordic Metal Band?

Hiya guys, did you miss me? I figure to thank you guys every time I post another fic. I truly appreciate the support, commentary, and reblogs every damn time. Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️. You guys can send me asks as well, if you feel like I can bring a concept of yours to life. Enjoy and continue to let me know how you feel 😊. This has also been proofread.

E FOR EVERYONE

Synopsis: Eddie Munson is taking matters into his own hands... Well. Into your hands, but nobody is there to see it. (This is a favorite I've written so far. This idea is so cute to me ☺️)

Word Count: 995

Warning: Amateur piercing session (PLEASE DO NOT DO WITHOUT THOROUGH RESEARCH OR PROFESSIONAL SUPERVISION), and please don't hide things like these from your parents unless you know you can handle the repercussions. Mentions of drugs.

Pairing: Bestie! Eddie Munson + bestie! reader

    “Okay.” you sigh, assessing the makeshift tools before you. A box full of alcohol pads, a few pin needles, and opened cases of piercings awaiting your procedure. Eddie smiles crookedly, biting the side of his bottom lip, elated for his new statement pieces to proclaim him. Well, more like an obtuse declaration. With an apprehensive side eye, you couldn’t help but smirk at Eddie’s overt excitement. His skinny jeaned legs bouncing rapidly as he consistently rubbed his hands on his knees, were they sweaty? Yeah he’s smiling, but his dimples are barely indenting. And he keeps biting his lip. Maybe it’s the hard plastic toilet seat lid he’s sitting on, it just made you uncomfortable watching him sit on the unforgiving cover. Picking up a pin needle, you twist the thin metal between your index finger and thumb. Your nerves prickling the ends of those fingers while you gauge the depths of its puncture. “Okay but like…” you give another apprehensive side eye “Why feed into it?” you finally ask. Even as Eddie given you a soliloquy for his urgency on the matter a few nights ago. 

“I play DND, electric guitar, smoke weed and maybe… Just maybe dabbled with other hallucinogenic substances… But TOWN FREAK!! Cuz’ MUMMY DEARESTS can’t bear their children poking at a little bit of Hellfire!! WELL LETS GIVE’M MORE.!!”

     God you just thought it was another intrusive rant that tend to be filled with false promises. But here you were with impending nasallang and snake bites. “Because why not?” Eddie retorts, pinching your arm. He giggles as you quickly drop the needle to swat his hand off, followed with a quiet but dramatic “Ouch!!” Not wanting to disturb Uncle Wayne’s quiet beer reading session at the small living room, or rather pique his curiosity. “What about Uncle Wayne?” you wince, rubbing away the lingering pain. Eddie rolls his eyes, diverting his attention from you, he turns his body towards the tools. Taking an alcohol pad out of the box and ripping its wrapping open with his teeth. He makes a disgusted face as he spits the ripped seal out of his mouth, pulling the wipe out. “This would be his final straw. He’ll definitely think you’ve lost it.” you say, crossing your arms.

“I’m 19 going on 20; and to ease your worried little head while also reminding you. I’ve gotten my first tattoo at 15 and all Uncle Waynee did was burp and pat my shoulder.” Eddie answers your incessant doubts, wiping the alcohol wipe under his bottom lip. He theatrically points at you and winces his eyes, burping on que “That’s a reaaally cooool tattoo Eddie… Who did it?” he acts out his Uncle’s drunken mannerisms. You smack your hand on your head as Eddie burps again, smacking his lips and daintily tossing the wipe into the basin. You slide your hand down to your mouth, hiding your smile while trying your best to give Eddie a disapproving gaze. Failing to dissuade his stubbornness, you sigh out as you rip open an alcohol pad. Sterilizing a pin needle, you try your best to recall every word Eddie read to you from an amateur self-piercing guide. Beautifully written by a goth chick Eddie ‘talked to’ ages ago. 

     “But why me?” you pout, nervously getting yourself into place. Eddie helps you by widening his legs, letting you get close to his sat frame. Breathing out, he shakes his head back, the movement helping his hair naturally slip away from his face without his hands. His brown eyes connecting with yours, his crinkles forming with his reassuring smile. You give a smile back, taking a gentle hold of his chin and guiding his head to move about. Aesthetically measuring the placements with whatever experience you can tie this to. “Why me Munson?” you repeat, needing him to say anything to distract you from ending this before even beginning. Eddie knees hug onto your thighs as his anticipation locks you in, licking his lips “Robin is squeamish as we all know. Steve has better things to do, and well…” Eddie drifts off but stops as his breath hitches. His eyes widen as he feels the slight poke of the needle at the bottom of his lip; his hands naturally grabbing onto your hips.

You freeze as your muscles lock from the unsuspected action, your eyes widening as you snap your hands away from him. “Shit sorry.” he quickly says, dropping his head to shake his hair out with his hands. Your cheeks searing with unabashed disclosure, be it the first time he’s ever touched you there. Be it the first-time you guys gotten this close in an…. Intimate position. But this is what comes with the territory of a growing friendship, and not wanting to make it any more than what it is. You quickly recollect yourself as you take hold of Eddie’s chin once more, guiding him to look up at you again. “S’okay.” you reassure dryly, clearing your throat you continue “But I’m pretty sure with enough bartering Erica would gladly do this for you.”

“Yeah but she’s like 15, I don’t trust her with sharp objects around anybody, especially around me… And you’re the only one I can depend on, being best friends and all.” he says, finally giving you his award-winning dimpled smile. 

       “Okay. Okay. Take a deep breath for me and whatever you do. Keep. Your. Mouth. Open.” you take hold of his bottom lip with your index and thumb, pulling it out as much as you could “And try your best to stay quiet.” you add. Eddie nods slightly while incoherently accepting your requests.

“In 3… 2…… 1. Breathe in.” 

Eddie grunts LOUDLY as you pierce through his lip; iron gripping your hips like a baby latching on to its first sweet. Yeah, you had your hands full with this one. But it’s going to make for a great story time throughout the many years to come.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[himbionn]

Doodles of the boy(s) cause I adore them so 🩷💙

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[lygma-nygma]

Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

[robosuta]

Everyone moved on but I'm still stuck at Hobie being mayday's #1 enabler

[ash-and-starlight]

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[s-aint-elmo]

Falin has been nearsighted since she was little, and has a habit of squinting when she's looking at things. —Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: The Adventurer's Bible

she should have been at the optometrist's

(ID in alt text)

[lochlot]

damn werewolves and their liberal agenda

[daily-sifloop]

au where Loop's wish for someone to guide them came true as originally intended and the Universe brought Siffrin to their timeline?

(you can decide if a post-canon Siffrin, a Siffrin that escape the time loop without a Loop helping them, or a Siffrin that was randomly plucked from their timeline as two heads are better than one in escaping a time loop)

Day 57: My future WHO?

[possession1981-moving]

LIZ Heya, 240504

[fraternum-momentum]

Me and the boys on our way to harass PC

portraits only under the cut:

[bakudekublogblog]

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like hori really is just showing us bakudeku fanfic writers how it’s done

[swedenis-h]

Prometheus was okay

[corneliaavenue]

do yall remember where you were when you found out about joever?

[dendroaspis-viridis]

I'm begging you, BioWare... Learn from the mistakes of Baldur's Gates past...

[ash-and-starlight]

they're inventing a new sport called extreme acrobatics to defend a white woman and tumblr just won gold and set a new olympic record!!!1!11 🥇congrats!