#makes me kick my feet and internal squeal

[kenobicoffee]

Jake is so calm to his brothers chaos but when he gets rowdy he gets ROW.DY.

[hxzbinwrites]

Hiiii! Could I request a oneshot where Husk reunites with a gn! S/o he had back when he was alive? The reader decides to stay at the Hazbin Hotel as a way of staying protected from the rest of the sinners and overlords in hell. After Charlie introduces them to everyone, they stop at the bar for a shot and they recognize eachothers voices.

(It can be fluff or angst)

Tysm!^^✨️

Husk x Gn! Reader | Quitting |

Warnings ⚠️: Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Cussing

(Y/n) is a mess. Just a plain mess. That’s what everyone though at least. Just a drunk weaving in and out of the next bar, blurring the lines between today and tomorrow, reality and fiction.

Groggily they drag their feet along the pavement, tired eyes desperately searching for a cheap enough bar that will still take them in. So far, no luck has been found. Most of the bars are either too expensive for someone who already blew everything they had on alcohol, or already know who they are and refuse to let them into their establishment.

And don’t even think about a place to stay. (Y/n) hasn’t been able to afford rent in years, not even a cheap motel to stay at. It’d be a blessing if somewhere that was a free stay just popped out right infront of them and just offered a place-

“HELLO!!”

“AH! WHAT THE HELL?” (Y/n) said, scowling at the cheerful face infront of them. It was Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie Morningstar. “Listen kid, don’t you know not to sneak up on folks!”

“Ah! I am so sorry!!” Charlie said, tucking her papers with drawings of rainbows made with crayon under her arm as she grabbed (Y/n)‘s hands.

“I’m here to make you an offer!” She said, smiling once more. Her cheerful demeanor was very different from (Y/n)’s deadpan expression.

“Listen kid, I don’t got much money. I find some here and there and then I blow it on booze, if you need investments, why don’t ya go to an Overlord or something, I ain’t got time for all of this.”

“Oh I don’t need any money!” Charlie said,”I need you! I’m working on a project to help rehabilitate sinners!! Help them go to Heaven!! And I’d like you to participate!”

“Why would I do that?” (Y/n) said, raising an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you start off on an easier case or something, I just don’t think that’s a good idea-“

“You can stay there for free!-”

“Alright lets go.” (Y/n) said, taking their hands out of Charlie’s grasp before she started to crush them in a hug.

“YAY!!! ANOTHER GUEST AT THE HOTEL!!!” She squealed, making the drunk’s head throb at the loud noise.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough Princess. Lets go to this ‘hotel’ of yours.”

——————

Charlie kicked open the doors to the Hazbin Hotel, skipping in alongside (practically dragging along) the newest guest, (Y/n).

“EVERYONE!!!!” Charlie shouted,”EMERGENCY MEETING!! WE HAVE A NEW GUEST!!”

(Y/n) covered their ears, their eyes squinting in annoyance at the Princess’s very loud entrance.

Mostly everyone slowly made their way to the lobby, Vaggie being the first to enter.

“Hey. I’m Vaggie. I’m Charlie’s girlfriend. If anyone here gives you trouble, let me know, I’ll handle them.”. For someone so laid back and monotone, you really wouldn’t expect her partner to be the hyper princess who was literally jumping up and down.

(Y/n) and Vaggie conversed for a bit before Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Alastor, and Nifty entered as well.

They all talked and got to know each other before in the corner of their eye, (Y/n) caught sight of a bar. A BAR!! They quickly excused themselves and hopped behind the counter, quickly mixing a drink.

“Excuse me, who are you and what are you doing behind my counter?” A deep voice said, instantly making (Y/n) freeze in their tracks.

“Husk?” They asked, turning around expecting a familiar face only to be met with a casio themed cat.

“(Y/n)? Is that really you?”

“Husk!!” They said, reaching over the counter to give him a hug, much like the one they were internally complaining about with Charlie earlier.

“It’s good to see you old friend. How’s Hell been treatin’ ya?”

“Shitty” They replied,”since I died, I’ve been a drunk and living off the streets for a few years. Well decades now. Oh well, I’m here now!”

Husk narrowed his eyes at her,”so you’re telling me that my old drinking buddy has been living off of these dangerous streets! Hell (Y/n), I’m glad that Charlie found you. Now, move away from the counter, let me make you a drink to commemorate you quitting drinking.”

“No fair!” (Y/n) said, plopping down on the bar stool,”quitting? We all know that’s impossible. I was a drunk when I was alive, I’m a drunk now that I’m dead-“

“And you’ll become sober when you go to Heaven. I….I really care for you (Y/n), you shouldn’t stay in this shithole. Go up to those pearly gates. For me please?” He said, sliding them their favorite drink.

“Sure Husk, I’ll do it for you. But if I do it, you gotta promise to come with me right after okay? No more gambling.”

Husk sighed, closing his tired eyes,”Fine. I’ll do it for you. You better be glad though (Y/n), I wouldn’t do this for nobody except you.”

They smiled, looking into Husk’s eyes as he smiled back. They both knew that they were gonna keep their promises.

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Word Count: 823

(sorry it’s so short 😭)

[blues824]

SEBEK ZIGVOLT WAKINF UP BESJDES YOU IN THE MORNING WIFH HIS HAIR DOWN AND HE’S JUST LIKE “Good morning my love” ALL NONCHALANTLY WHILE YOU JUST SQUEAL AND KICK YOUR FEET IN UR HEAD

🤩

Gender-neutral reader. A bit out of character, but let me be delulu, and this happens when we are married 🥰

Warning: [Implied] nudity, but nothing sexual

Sebek Zigvolt

It was a movement beside you that made you stir awake. As you blinked the sleep away briefly, you looked to see your husband looking at you with a smile. You shifted your body so that you were facing him completely, and you lifted a hand to run through his hair before lowering it to his chest. You felt his arm wrap itself around your bare waist and pull you closer.

Even though you have been married for some time now, his beauty never ceases to amaze you. His hair specifically. It always had gel in it to keep it out of his face, but only you got to see it in its natural state like this. You smiled back at him, reaching up to place a kiss on his lips.

“Good morning, honey,” You whispered, not wanting to disrupt the quiet moment.

“Good morning, my love,” He whispered back, giving you a kiss in return.

How you managed to bag this man despite him being totally against humans at the start… it was actually pretty easy. You showed him that while humans are weak, they can be incredibly stupid enough to be brave, and you faced overblot after overblot. Your determination was what made him fall for you.

You even fought for your place in Briar Valley’s society. Not just that, but you fought to be an equally recognized member of the family to his grandfather. At that point, he knew that he needed to marry you.

And so he proposed right then and there, in front of his grandfather, in front of the rest of his family members, and in front of Lilia and Silver. You were already worked up from arguing, but you accepted his proposal. The wedding happened, and a few months later, here you were, married to someone you could be convinced was a god.

But he wasn’t a god. He was your husband. And he was laying in bed with you, his raspy morning voice making you feel like softened butter. You wanted to marry him all over again. You would go through all the pain and turmoil you went through again just to be with him. You knew he would do the same for you as well because he fought and fought internal and external battles just to put that ring on your finger and call you ‘his’.

“Y/N Zigvolt, I believe it is time for us to get started with the day,” He started getting up, but you extended your arms to wrap around his, halting his movements.

“5 more minutes? Please?” You pulled out your best puppy-dog eyes, begging him.

“...Alright…” He relented, crawling back into bed with you.

[yuquinzel]

[ 8:37 pm ] — miya atsumu.

the clock reads 8:37 pm, exactly 14 seconds to 38 and atsumu is painfully aware of each long, dragging and excruciatingly endless second because it's been exactly 4 hours, 19 minutes and 12 seconds since you left on him read.

he's currently laid on his bed, in his dimly lit room where the only source of illumination is the faint fluorescent glow of his mobile screen.

he's frowning, brows furrowed at the dull ‘seen 4hrs ago’ in anticipation because at any second now he'll see the ‘typing...’ indication and he doesn't wanna be late to reply.

atsumu is a fast and an energetic texter. he sends you at least 14 cat videos with the “ur the third one” message immediately after each. or he sends you those ‘ask your friend which hour of the day you are’ followed by a “you. blue hour” hopefully awaiting your reply because he needs to know if you think he's the golden hour or not.

y/n 🛐: you're definitely the golden hour then lol

the better twin: damn. didn't expect that.

he actually did. hoped for it in fact. he thinks about it for the next week.

you're not the type to leave people on seen for more than 5 minutes. at least not him. you reply as quick as you can with the same energy as him and have a habit of liking his rather funny texts from time to time.

so he's more confused than upset right now, thinking of all possible reasons you could've read his messages but were unable to reply. he hasn't seen you since last friday when you told him about a week long road trip with your family. his frown only deepens when the clock hits 8:40 and there's no sign of a reply from you.

he's beginning to type a quick “are u good?” when his screen flashes with a call. your contact name. the phone rings in atsumu's hand but his fingers are frozen.

you're calling him.

you don't like phone calls.

atsumu clears his throat because he doesn't want you to hear him squeal with excitement, but he's giggling and kicking his feet, running a hand over his heart and rubbing his eyes to make sure it really is you. he lets the phone ring for a mere seconds before picking it up, “oh hey” he hopes it's as casual as he thinks.

the moment he hears you speak from the other side, atsumu knows he has lost, “ATSUMU! I'm so sorry for leaving you on read. i was in the car and battery fucking died before i could reply and i lost my charger!” you're chasing after your own words, each cut by the next one.

“oh, nah that's fine. so ya found yer charger?” he groans internally at his words, but truthfully he doesn't know what to say.

of course you didn't willingly leave him on read. of course you're calling him now because you don't want him to think otherwise. of course your words are rushed, you've always been that way.

“oh, right yeah. i got home and charged it as soon as I could” you laugh with a newfound sense of relief.

atsumu blinks, “yer home already? weren'tcha coming this sunday??” he asks.

“ohh, no, we decided to come back earlier”

and the voice call ends, leaving you confused.

it's 9:29 pm and there's a knocking at your door, hastened and impatient, the way you know someone always knocks.

“’tsumu? wait, why are you here at this hour?” you ask, wide eyes set on the setter in front of you panting like he ran a marathon.

“ya said you were back and ya must be tired so i gotcha ice cream—” he breathes out, gesturing to the bag in his hand, “—gee, coulda told me you were comin’ back today, when'd ya get here anyway? how was the trip? did ya take pictures?—”

“atsumu” you say softly, and he pauses, “breathe ”

atsumu lives about 45 minutes away, 15 if he takes the car but as he's panting right now, you know he's ran all the way here. and if he stopped by the convenience store down the street and still get here in time, you're sure he needs at least a minute to breathe.

he smiles one of his boyish, princely smiles, “also got that movie ya wanted ta watch”

“i thought you'd have watched it already?”

“wanted ta watch it with you” he's giggling with excitement you know he's trying to hide.

“okay” you laugh, grabbing his hand to pull him inside.

“okay” he repeats.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

[to-the-stars8]

Vigilant Coffee

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3

17- Color Changing Cups

It was the Brooklyn accent that tipped you off and, before you even had time to turn around, there she was on your side of the counter. Harley Quinn wasn’t the worst customer you’ve ever had, not by a long shot, but she was one of the most unpredictable. One week, she was all roses and friendliness; the next, she was waving a gun around as she asked for the money in the cash register. You doubted it was pure crazy, but rather some internal struggle of her’s. She was constantly at battle with herself on who she wanted to be and who the Joke would want her to be. Either way, it didn’t matter what you thought at the end of the day, because she was the psychologist and you were just the barista. 

She was going through the stack of reusable coffee cups, throwing them all around as she attempted to find the ‘perfect’ one. Her words, not yours. You tried to reign in your frustration because, as much as she claimed to like you, you weren’t prepared to get on her bad side with one bad joke. 

“How ya doin’, babes?” She asked. “Still dealin’ with those bats?”

“Bats? Don’t even know ‘em,” You joked. It was something she liked about you, your somewhat cheesy sense of humor. 

She snorted, before saying, “Aha!” and holding up a pink plastic cup. Harely spun on her heel toward you and held it out. It was a pink one that changed colors under different temperatures, and on it was the shop's logo. With a sigh, you took the cup from her and started to make her drink, which was a strawberry cream frappe. You hated making those, and you felt she knew it, too. 

“Got any plans for tonight?” She asked, hopping up onto the counter. You turned to her, gesturing all around, before going back to what you were doing. “Chatty tonight, aren’t we?”

You rolled your eyes, not amused by her sarcasm. When you finished her drink she giggled excitedly as she oohed and aahed at the cup turning from pink to purple. Now that she was satisfied, you turned to cleaning up her mess. 

“Ya know,” Harley said, kicking her feet. “I like you, kid.”

“Thank you, Harley,” You said, still picking up the cups. 

She let out a big sigh before hopping off the counter to help you. You were a bit surprised, to say the least, but thanked her. Harely waved a dismissive hand at you, grumbling under her breath how she wasn’t doing it for you. 

“I didn’t know you came here, Harley,” A voice said, making you both look up. 

Leaning over the counter was Batman, looking like the usual bore that he was. Harley squealed and stood, exclaiming some variation of ‘Batman’.  She held her drink toward him as she told him all about the cup and how she didn’t even need to rob you this time. It was the thought that counted, you guessed. 

“Harley,” said Batman. “Did you pay?”

She seemed surprised by the question before sheepishly looking away. “I mean, my presence should be enough.”

Presence doesn’t pay rent, you thought. Batman rolled his eyes before pulling a five from one of his many pockets and setting it on the table. You took it, and just as Harley was about to thank him he used one hand to grab the cup she was holding while the other reached to haul her over his shoulder. She protested, but it seemed like the Dark Knight heard none of it. Batman told you to have a good night before starting toward the door.

“Aren’t you gonna help me?” She said, hitting Batman’s back. 

You looked at her like she was crazy. “How? You want me to fight him?”

“If you gotta!”

“They hardly pay me enough to stand here all night, and you think they pay me enough to go toe-to-toe with Batman?” 

The door closed before you could hear what she said, but you could see through the front window Harley thrashing about as she complained about how unfair it was— She kept saying that it was only a drink.

“It’s only a drink,” You mimicked mockingly. “Yeah, but you’re not the one who would get fired.”

You picked up the last of the cups, looking at them thoroughly before you stumbled on the same kind Harley kindly picked out for herself. You pressed your fingers against it, watching the colors change from blue to orange. “Heh, I guess that is pretty cool.” 

[erodasfishtacos]

omg we know how YN is about mlbrry’s short shorts but I want to know if there’s something she wears out that makes H absolutely feral

Hot As They Come

prompt: this mini blurb turned into something else completely

warnings: body issues, smut

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He’s a narcissist, so anytime she has his jersey on.

They all were staying at Anne’s lake house (that Harry had purchased her) in Rhode Island for the long weekend - Easton, Cash, and Ezra were in the pool being vigilantly watched by Anne and her friend, Martha when Harry arrives.

He had to fly home from a stretch of games in San Diego, then get in the car, and drive three hours to get to his family.

YN had been inside, laying down with Briar for a nap, having the all fours kids had been exhausting these past two days - plus Briar was freshly one and still had some painful teeth coming in.

When he opens the back gate, he’s automatically met with squeals and whines when his kids realizes he’s finally there.

They’re all floating in the pool with their float vests on, except for Easton who was old enough not to have one.

Chants of ‘daddy’ echo through the backyard as they wave him closer.

Harry being a big child at heart, drops his suitcase, and kicks off his trainers and socks, then his shirt before he’s running towards the pool and cannonballing into the deep end, away from the kids.

When he pops up, hair matted to his head, all of them are giggling wildly - including Anne and Martha as Harry dives back under to pop up near his kids to make them scream in surprise and joy.

The two boys are automatically climbing all over him and he waste no time in tossing them high into the air before they’re sinking into the water.

A whimper comes from his right, near the steps, “Daddy, daddy.”

Harry takes a break from the boys to pout out his bottom lip and swim over to his little boy, scooping him up and wading back into the water.

“Hi bubba, missed you so much,” Harry tells him as he lays his head on his shoulder, sleepy and most likely ready for his own nap.

“Miss you,” He lisps back before his hand is coming up to play with the gold cross on his necklace and tucking his thumb between his lips.

“Mum, where’s YN?” He asks as he drifts towards the edge near where Anne is sat with her feet in the water.

“Inside, she’s taking a nap with Briar,” Anne replies before taking a sip of her own homemade lemonade and swishing her toes.

“Was she tired?” Harry frowns, guilt sinking into his stomach - he knew she had been stressed having to tote all four kids in the car for multiple hours.

She would also lie and tell Harry everything went fine because she didn’t want him to feel bad that he wasn’t there.

“Very. She said that Briar and Ezra were giving her a hard time on the way up. She said Briar’s teeth are coming in and she kept her up all last night,” Anne reports before adding on, “They’ve been asleep for a good three hours so hopefully they feel refreshed when they wake up.”

Harry tries to not internalize it and has to remind himself he’s not a terrible husband or father but he hates when he’s away.

The boys grab his attention again, demanding their father watch them do handstands and swim to the bottom to retrieve dive batons.

All the while, Ezra makes himself comfortable in his dad’s arms and he had removed his life vest so he was more comfortable when he naps against his warm skin.

Harry’s turning quickly when he hears the back door open and his heart jumps like a schoolboy when he sees his wife step onto the patio with his newest little baby just in a swim diaper on her plush hip.

He has to swallow hard when he scans her body, a simple black bikini on with one of his unbuttoned jerseys that’s down to her mid thigh.

She doesn’t even realize how sexy she looks is the thing, he knows she put it on to cover her body a bit more because she’s still a bit self-conscious of some baby weight.

However, he’s basically drooling, the extra weight around her hips, thighs, tummy - decorated with light stretch marks.

Harry hasn’t seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

He wants to bite that soft skin, licks those marks from where her body stretch to accommodate their chunky bubs.

Briar, who’s just learning basic words, squeaks out an excited, “Dadadada.”

Harry wades towards the shallow end where Anne’s waiting to carefully wrap Ezra in a towel while he sleeps, his mother then takes the little boy for a snuggle in the shade.

“Dadada,” Briar continues to whine with a pitiful pout on her face as she makes grabby hands towards her father.

“Oh, hi there, lil’ mama. I missed you so much, little love,” Harry hums as soon as YN shifts the baby into his arms and Briar’s pulling at her dad’s wet locks.

“Dada,” She coos back as Harry winces at the tugs to his hair and his eyes twinkling as he looks at his wife who’s smiling back.

“Hi mama,” Harry murmurs softly as he rocks Briar on his hip, his other hand reaching out to cup her jaw and bring her in for a long kiss.

“Missed you,” YN replies quietly, a bit of sadness and stress in her voice as she runs her hand down his side and squeezes his hip.

“I’m sorry, darling,” He replies back, just as quietly, and moves to kiss her forehead, “You’re such an amazing wife and mama. I appreciate everything you do for this family.”

A crease forms between her eyebrows, lips turned down a bit, “You’re the one who provides for us.”

Harry makes sure they’re making eye contact when he tells her, “What I do for this family is nothing compared to what you provide us.”

“I love you,” YN sighs, leaning over for another quick kiss and adds, “I know you feel guilty but please don’t. I knew what I was agreeing to when we had four kids.”

“Not the first time,” He chuckles, looking fondly back at Easton, who was now seven which was crazy, and thriving.

“Mm, he was just our favorite surprise. Wouldn’t change it for anything,” She replies with a warm smile, leaning over to kiss Briar’s cheek and she lets out the bubbliest giggle.

Martha steps over to them, arms outstretched, “Okay parents, time to share this little muffin with the rest of us.”

Harry slips Briar into the crook of her arm and she goes easily, lounging back and tucking her pacifier that was in her small fist this whole time back into her mouth.

“You look so fuckin’ hot,” Harry hums lowly now that all the babies were out of earshot, his hands coming to her hips.

YN scowls at him, stiff and frustrated when she grits out, “You don’t have to lie to me just because you’re my husband.”

Harry gets defensive instantly, “What would I be lyin’ about?”

“I know I don’t look hot. It’s my first time in a bikini since I had Briar. My stomach is still puffy, my love handles, not to mention my boobs from breastfeeding four kids,” She huffs like it’s obvious as she pinches at skin in her hip.

“Come on, now,” Harry says firmly to her, authority and demand in his voice which wasn’t common for him to take that tone with her, “Mum, you guys okay with watching them for a few?”

Anne waves them off and tells them to enjoy a few minutes alone, they have everything handled.

“Wha-“ YN begins to ask as Harry wraps his hand around her wrist and guides her back into the house, back into their room, and clicks the lock shut.

“Don’t you dare ever insult the body that gave us our four perfect, healthy babies. The body that I fell in love with and am still madly gone for,” Harry nearly hisses as he’s tugging the jersey off of her shoulders until it pools on the ground.

“Harry, I-“

“Just listen to me, would you?” He cuts her off as he kneels in front of her, lips moving over the silky smooth skin of her stomach.

“Love this belly,” Harry praises, kissing, licking, biting at the sensitive skin that has fully went back to normal, “Obsessed with it even. Everything about you gets me hard. I love how you look, I love that you have this, reminds me of what a strong woman you are.”

YN feels embarrassed that she’s getting emotional at his kind words, they were so sincere and reverent that there was no question he meant them.

“These love handles?” Harry scoffs as his large hands grip the extra plush of her hips, “Do you know how sexy it is? Love holding onto them when you ride me.”

His voice had gotten noticeably deeper and gravely with his arousal, standing up and moving to untie her top - letting her breasts falls from where they were held up to appear more perky.

“Don’t get me started on your tits,” He groans as he thumbs at her nipples, being carefully because they were sore from feeding Briar, “Fuckin’ beauties. I remember the first time I got to see ‘em. Swear that was more memorable than when I got drafted. You think I’m gonna complain that they got bigger? You’re crazy.”

YN giggles at that, especially when he gives her a cheeky smile and presses himself against her so he can kiss her again.

His hands go to the ties of her bottoms on each hip, playing with the string as he whispers, “Please let me take these off and ‘ave you. I’ve been starving for it, mama.”

“It’s been a week,” YN chuckles as she bumps there noses - already feeling better about herself, feel more empowered and sexy, “If you’re so hard up, maybe I should help you out.”

“It’s about you. You don’t have to if you don’t- fuckin’ hell, doll,” Harry moans when his damp athletic shorts and briefs are pulled down and YN is kneeling to lick at the bottom side of his hard length.

A thrill shoots about her spine for her husband’s reaction to her mouth, his hands weaving into her locks, and whimpering, “C’mon baby, take me. Can’t be teased right now or I’m gonna come so fast for you.”

“For me?” YN parrots with a mischievous smirk as she pumps him, he’s almost too big for her palm and she loved that.

“F’course, you’re the only thing that makes me come. Whether you’re right in front of me or if m’in my hotel room thinking about you,” Harry pants sweetly, still letting her make the calls when she doesn’t listen and continues to just lap at his dripping tip.

“Best husband,” YN praises him as her hands come up to roll his balls with her thumb, making his cock twitch in her hand.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Harry grunts after another minute or so, he’s leaning down and pulling her up before he’s picking her up and throwing her own the bed as she yelps in surprise, “Give me tha’ cunt.”

YN spreads her legs immediately and Harry is nearly ripping the bottoms off of her lower half before his face is buried between her thick thighs, sucking harshly at her clit as payback.

“Ba-baby,” YN whines in a kittenish tone, pushing her hips up into his mouth to ride his tone to chase her pleasure, “Wha-no!”

YN complains when he pulls back, crudely wiping his mouth on her belly before leaning down and cleaning up her slickness with his tongue.

“Shush up, we don’t have much time. We got four little buggers out there, s’only a matter of time before one of them causes trouble,” Harry quips as he wriggles her bum up off the bed and wrapping her legs around his waist so he can fuck in.

“There,” She moans quietly a few seconds in when he angles just so that his cock is hitting the spot that sets her afire and then he adds a thumb to her clit for extra stimulation.

“Yeah, I know,” He murmurs cockily, fingers dimpling the skin where he’s holding on to her upper thighs as he pushes his narrow hips into her center over and over again.

Harry nearly comes on the spot when YN redirects on of her hands to her throat, she doesn’t have to say anything before Harry’s gripping at the sides of her neck with his fingers.

“How could you think that you’re not perfect? You’re as hot as they come,” Harry tells her as her limbs loosen and she climaxes, he lets go of the pressure on her throat and follows suit.

“I love you,” YN hums when he collapses on top of her, “Welcome home. You played amazing in San Diego.”

“I love you more,” Harry replies as he smatters kisses along her cheeks, “Those guys were a buncha of ass-“

The both turn their heads when they hear echoing through the backyard a wail that was no doubt Cash because Easton wasn’t sharing a water toy.

“It was fun while it lasted,” YN snickers as they roll of the bed and begin to redress so that they can go back out and take over parenting duties.

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[mochiimadness]

Hi, I hope you are doing well! Can I request a headcannon for the rottmnt peeps reacting to their witch!s/o fighting with a scythe? Thank you!

Thank you for requesting!

Neon Leon

Leo absolutely loves you already, how could he not- you’re amazing!

But when he sees you fight for the first time???

He literally stops in his tracks

*cough* he totally doesn’t end up getting punched because of that *cough*

You’re knocking down enemies with a single swipe of your scythe

He’s sitting down to watch you go

Definitely shouting encouragements

“Just so everybody knows- that’s my witch right there! Go baby go!”

Everyone already knows, Leo.

There are so many selfie’s of you two, Leo.

He doesn’t care, he’s so proud of you.

Just because he’s admiring you doesn’t mean he’s just sitting on the sidelines

No, no, no, he is helping you wherever he can

And if he doesn’t need to?? He doesn’t mind, you’re a badass and he’s insanely in love with you.

“Kick their ass baby, I got your flower!” Vibes

Definitely takes a selfie with you, making sure you’re holding scythe in full view, to commemorate the occasion

Don Tron

While a scythe isn’t a bow staff- it’s still a weapon that has similar movements

Donnie didn’t know he could fall more in love with you

But here he is, staring at you in awe and disregarding anything around him

You’re twirling your scythe with expert ease

Knocking away enemies with a practiced twist

He’s slack jawed.

Are there hearts in his eyes??? You can’t prove it

“PUT THE CAMERA DOWN, MIKEY!”

Has a fan moment where he comes up next to you, fighting together with your weapons

Freaking out internally over how cool the two of you probably look

You two are ✨baddies✨

Relationship goals

After the battle he definitely asks if he can hold your scythe

Spins it around a bit

“Yknow I could probably add a few things-“

You want a laser on your scythe? He can add it!!

Pls let him modify it a bit

He’ll faint if you say yes

You two are definitely fighting together more often in the future

Mystic Mike

He lets out the loudest gasp ever

Definitely squeals over how cool you look

You already have magic powers-

Which is already crazy awesome-

But now you have a scythe too????

Can his s/o get any cooler!?

Is your #1 hype man

“GO S/O GO!!!! KNOCK THOSE BAD GUYS AWAY! WOOOO!!!”

You have to save him from getting thrown across the room

He mayyy have been a bit too focused on you instead of the battle

It’s okay though, now you’re right next to him, brandishing a deadly scythe at the dude who tried to throw him

He’s in love

He absolutely asks you if he can paint your scythe

“I can add orange to it- that way we match! Ooo- and lightning bolts!”

Gives your scythe a whole make over

It looks amazing ofc

You two definitely try the whip-o-rama

Raph bans it in the lair after your scythe nearly takes out splinters projector

In battle though?? You two send the bad guys running.

Big Red

Y’know the fan boy face he makes when he sees Ghost Bear???

That’s his face when you whip out your scythe

Literally watching you in awe while also punching the foot clan ninja he’s holding

“That’s my baby!”

He then realizes how sharp your scythe is

Cue the worry

“Maybe you should slow down??????”

You assure him you’ve got it under control

Show him a cool trick or two

And then send a group of foot ninjas flying 20 feet away

Raph feels better now

He’s so proud

His s/o is not only mesmerizing, funny, smart, and kind- but now a total scythe wielding badass?

(Even if you don’t think you’re any of that- you are to Raph and he will make sure you know it.)

And a witch to top it all off?

Step aside Ghost Bear, you’ve been dethroned

He could watch you beat up foot ninjas all day

But he won’t since he wants to make sure you’re safe

Though you don’t really need it- and he knows it.

You’re strong af

“MY S/O IS COOLER THAN YOURS!”

He will talk about you to anyone and everyone

Wipes a proud tear away

Don’t get me started on if you use your magic with your scythe

There’s your turtle, on the ground sobbing over how amazing you are

Please give him a smooch

And let him hold your scythe just once-

Hope you enjoyed!!!

Thank you so much for requesting!

Reblogs appreciated!

[wonderlandhatter]

Snapchats from frat Aaron Hotchner

These are before you start dating, he's deff trying to earn some trust. He's only has hookups before and he wants more with you and so is deff trying to do this "the right way"

I have posts edited and done for right before you start dating, like you both know you both like eachother and is deff getting very flirty, so if anyone likes these and would like me to share those let me know.

This is also not edited lol so sorry.

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I feel like this would be one of the firsts he sends you. You two have been chatting in class and when he comes in to your coffee shop. The friendship is growing.

He always invites you to his frats weekly party but honestly it's scary, he has no obligation to stay with you the whole night (he would let's be honest) so there's just too many variables.

So when he starts sending you little updates during the parties about how he's just tried the most disgusting drink he might die, or how he made a drink he thinks you'd like, or how a game would be more fun with you "I'm loosing angel, I need you on my team". He just has you blushing and kicking your feet.

Ok so you're still too anxious/nervous for a frat party (rightfully so those things look awful imo) but that's ok he just thought that would be the easiest way to spend time with you outside of school but he failed to realise that upto this point he's only gone after hookups but this is different, he wants you all the time for everything.

So he took a different approach, more one on one time. It starts when he invited you to. Afrat party and instead of your usual answer of "you know that's not my thing Aaron" you said "I have plans" which he very quickly jumped in to ask if he could join. This boy all but squealed when you happily agreed.

He did expect this to be a social thing but he quickly learned that your plans were a movie about an odd wizard and old woman playing while you painted/coloured and ate snacks.

That was his favourite night in a very long time, he internally prayed it wouldn't be a one time thing, specially after you admitted to these being your set Saturday night plans. He hopes he can become part of your set plans.

(he deff sends this to his best friend when he asks where he is, friend is equally as thrilled for his bud)

His presence in your life has now become a constant and you couldn't be happier. You're all but fully comfortable with him letting yourself be you around him and he couldn't be happier.

You're not as reserved, jocking with him even picking fun at him which he is eating up.

He comes to your job every Friday to "do schoolwork" which tbf he is but also just admiring you.

You make fun of his boring order everytime he orders his "large black coffee" with no sugar. But the last couple of visits he's let you make up his order as whatever you want knowing it would make you happy to as you say "make his life better through caffeinated joy".

They do tend to be your favourite orders given the next picture which he 100% put on his story which you begged him to change to his private story.

This is one of his favourite pictures and 100% becomes his phone background when you start dating.

Your cat is his nemesis.

You cuddles and love that cat all the time and it's 100% jealousy he wishes you were hugging and kissing him.

He's also convinced that the cat is looking at him smugly while you kiss him.

Cat deff also hissed at him when he comes into your apartment, it's a love triangle lol

He's told you the looks your cat gives him which you obviously thinks it's ridiculous so he sends you this as "proof"

[loveshotzz]

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your first day at Family Video goes better then expected and when Eddie invites you on a late night drive you can’t say no.

Series Masterlist

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Still pretty SFW. Two idiots being vulnerable and flirting. TW : mentions of sexual assault in the past (no details just alluded to).

I won’t need a community label just yet for this series but I will soon so if you haven’t changed your settings please make sure you do. I had one of my fics flagged today.

Authors Note: This is the biggest story concept I’ve ever tried doing so thank you to everyone who’s been reading so far. I’ve never taken on a story with so many characters and moving parts so comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are all greatly appreciated. A special thank you to my wife @myobmaya and @sweetsweetjellybean for reading my rough drafts and helping me get out of my head.

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Despite Eddie promising that the two of you would be inseparable you didn’t see him again after that. Even going as far as peaking out your window hoping to catch a glimpse of that wild mane of his shamelessly trying to orchestrate an ‘accidental’ run in. Convincing yourself it was because you were bored not because you wanted to see his dimples again. His van never seemed to be there between normal working hours, of course he must’ve had a full time job he was 20.

So when Friday rolled around and your Chevy Nova pulled into the parking lot of your new job with a loud squeal, you were ready for some solid human interaction. Reaching over to pop open your glovebox, your eyes lock with the rolled joint courtesy of Eddie’s Munson’s free weed. After work joints were a favorite past time of yours deciding tonight would be a good time to continue the tradition.

Your driver door opens with it’s usual loud creak, the cringe on your face never going away no matter how many times it happens. Wiping your sweaty nervous palms on the dark denim of your jeans, the converse on your feet bring you to the entrance.

Bells chime loudly when you walk in, standing in the front you glance around the store thats filled wall to wall with any kind of movie any one in this small town could ever want. There’s a faint smell of popcorn which you find odd considering it wasn’t an actual movie theater, with American Werewolf in London playing quietly in the background you don’t think you’ll hate it here. Racking your brain you desperately try to remember the name of the guy you were suppose to be asking for. The magic of being surrounded by movies finally fading with reality kicking in. You knew it started with an ‘S’ was it Stan? Stu?

“Is there some kind of beauty pageant in Hawkins I wasn’t aware of Robin?” The smooth voice of the boy resting on the counter in front of you catches your attention. He’s got the kind of hair a model would kill for and a smile that’s worth a million bucks. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, your smart enough to catch the green family video vest wrapped around his broad shoulders.

The striped polo underneath it definitely does the boy favors, with pants so tight they are almost enough to make your cheeks turn hot. Eye’s flickering down you catch the ‘Steve’ on his name tag. Holding back an internal groan you remember exactly who you were suppose to ask for.

“Steve Harrington?”

The smile on his face only widens with a flirtatious twinkle in his eyes as he pushes himself off the counter “And she knows my name already, this must be my lucky day.”

The girl he referred to as Robin catches on before he does, with a loud laugh her honey colored waves bounce as she throws her head back.

“Way to hit on the new girl dingus.”

Steve’s cheeks flush deep red when he realizes his mistake, hazel eyes going wide when they meet yours drowning with embarrassment.

“Oh man, this is awkward. Look that was super inappropriate. I’m so sorry, please don’t quit.” The confident demeanor he was putting on suddenly gone, leaving nothing but a nervous rambling boy in his place.

“Do you always hit on the customers?” Cocking a brow you cross your arms over your chest, the corner of your lips turning up. Just like Eddie you were enjoying watching him squirm. Something about humiliating boys bringing you joy, especially cocky boys like Steve Harrington.

“No-“

“Absolutely he does, you’ll get used to it.” The girl behind the counter cuts him off before making her way around. Her tuxedo top, rolled up to her elbows makes her look like an 80’s dream. With a black tie wrapped tightly around the neck of her button up tucked into her high waisted slacks she’s the epitome of cool even with the green vest.

“I’m Robin by the way.” Extending her hand she gives you a sweet smile showing her perfect white teeth.

“I’m y/n.” Wrapping your hand around hers, you glance back at Steve. “I’ll forgive you just this once, but only because it clearly hasn’t been working for you.”

Robin’s laugh echos again when she drops your hand, pinching the bridge of his nose Steve makes his way passed both of you going back behind the counter mumbling under his breath about grabbing you a vest.

“Look, if this is going to be a new dynamic here. The kind where you two gang up on me, I’m not going to be okay with that.” He doesn’t look at either one of you while he’s talking, rummaging through the drawers underneath the registers until he finds a slightly used looking vest.

“Aww calm down Stevie, we’re just having fun. It’s not like I haven’t made fun of your poor attempts at picking up unsuspecting women at work before.” Robin grins eating up Steve’s irritation.

The day is spent watching cheesy training videos in the small back room that looks like it hadn’t been cleaned in years, both of them taking turns checking in on you. When you make it on the sales floor after a few hours of mindless torture you realize Robin was right. Not only did you get used to Steve’s over the top pick up lines, but against your better judgment you couldn’t help but find yourself entertained by the relentless-ness of his determination. Watching Steve get turned down more times then you could count you were shocked at how fast your first day went. Laughing and falling into easy banter with the two of them, there was a small part of you that wasn’t ready for your shift to end.

—-

The night air has a sharp chill to it when the three of you close up, looking up at the clear sky you still couldn’t get over how many stars you could see out here. Losing yourself for a second it’s only when Robin grabs the back of your arm you remember where you are.

“Everything good?” Her eyes are soft on you.

“Oh- um yeah. We just didn’t have stars like this in the city. It’s beautiful out here.” Giving her a reassuring smile Steve snorts at your words.

“Hawkins? Beautiful? You absolutely just moved here.” Shrugging on his grey jacket he tosses his keys in the air before catching them with a wink.

“You love to show off don’t you?” Teasing Steve was becoming one of your favorite things. You couldn’t help but feel excited about the prospect of making friends with the two of them. Your new mysterious one missing in action.

“No need to show off sweetheart, I’m just that good.” Steve’s cockiness makes Robin give him a hard shove as the three of you make your way to your cars.

“A Chevy Nova? Niiiiice.” Steve heckles with a grin when he sees your car parked adjacent to his. Yours rusted and old, his shiny and new.

“Not all of us can drive BMW’s Steve.” Rolling your eyes, your fingers dig through your purse for your keys.

“Last I checked she actually has her own place. Aren’t you two the same age?” Robin smirks opening the passenger side door of Steve’s car.

Of course he was taking Robin home, the closeness of the two obvious best friends makes your heart swell with a mixture of admiration and jealousy.

“Yeah, yeah keep it up or you’re walking home.” Opening the driver side Steve leans forward arms resting over the door and the roof. “All jokes aside I’m glad Keith didn’t hire someone lame. Remember Tammy Thompson?” Looking towards his friend she makes an exaggerated show of rolling her eyes nodding her head.

“You did great!” Robin gives you a double thumbs up enthusiastically. The gesture making a small smile spread over your face.

You mimic Steve’s stance on your own car “Yeah, I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I was going too. Even if Steve did hit on me when I first walked in.”

Robin throws her head back loving having someone else who’s not charmed by his slick tongue and pseudo confidence.

“Look can we just forget that happened okay?” Pinching the bridge of his nose for the millionth time that day, you were figuring out this was a signature stance.

“Never, I’m never going to let you forget it Harrington.” Throwing him a wink you give Robin a small wave before getting into your car. Eager hands already reaching for what you’d been looking forward to all day.

Steve’s headlights flood the inside of your dark car, when he doesn’t make any moves to pull out it takes you a minute to realize that he’s waiting for you to leave first. He was making sure you were safe.

Maybe the city had hardened your heart but you weren’t used to strangers having your best interests in mind like this. The simple gesture is enough to make your chest tighten.

—

With the windows rolled down the bitter night air feels good running through your hair. Inhaling deeply you blow the smoke out into the darkness of the back roads, Bat Out of Hell playing so loud it makes your speakers shake. Your mind can’t help but wander to Eddie, the nickname Wayne gave him few nights prior seemed nothing short of fitting. The thought of the two men makes your lips twitch up despite your best efforts. The fleeting beginnings of happiness settling deep in your chest as your tires speed down the pavement, doing the unthinkable you let yourself feel it.

The hope you had felt after you met your new neighbors grows ten fold when you think about your first day with Steve and Robin. The new feeling of excitement radiates through your finger tips as they tap against the steering wheel. Singing loudly and off tune, you finally let yourself take the breath you had been holding onto for the past few years. You finally made the right choice, the first time in your whole life.

Hitting the entrance of the trailer park, you turn the music down not wanting to be on the receiving end of Wayne’s annoyance. When your headlights hit their trailer the boy you’d been trying to catch a glimpse of the past few days is right in front of you. A group of kids who couldn’t be any older then 15 surround him, with arms flailing animatedly all of them seemed to be getting into some kind of heated argument. Brows furrowing, you notice all of their matching baseball tee’s. Hellfire Club.

By the time you pull into your drive way you’ve caught Eddie’s attention. Chocolate eyes on you, the dimples you definitely weren’t thinking about show themselves when his lips pull up into a smile. Ignoring the arguing boys in front of him, he shoves passed them making long strides towards your car as you start getting out.

“There’s my new best friend!” Arms spread wide his smile only grows bigger showing his teeth.

His loud outburst makes the kids stop fighting, one with particularly curly hair covered in a baseball cap quirks his head at you.

“Who’s that?” His voice has a slight lisp to it and you can’t help but think it’s cute. The one he spoke to had long black hair that looked eerily similar to the metal head’s that was walking towards you.

“I didn’t know he knew any girls.” The only one without a Hellfire shirt speaks up, wearing the same letterman jacket as the guys from the other night piecing together that they must be in high school. The three boys watch both of you with curious eyes.

“Well, well if it isn’t Mr. disturb the peace himself.” A teasing smirk pulls at the corner of your lips. Crossing your arms over your chest you lean back against your car, the heat of the drive keeping the metal and your body warm.

“I’ll have you know, I don’t resent that title at all.” The wink he gives you makes your stomach flutter and you do your best to ignore it.

The smile on Eddie’s face only widens when he reaches you, standing in front of him makes you realize just how tall he actually is. Craning your neck up to meet his doe eyes, you can’t help but match his excited energy. Your own cheeks hurting from how hard he was making you grin.

“Care to tell me why your hanging out with children on a Friday night? And also why you’re all in matching shirts?”

“Why? You jealous? You want one?” Rocking back on his heels he clasps his hands behind his head making his shirt ride up, your proud of the self control you maintain when your eyes don’t flicker down.

“As metal looking as they are, I have no idea what Hellfire club is. Is it that satanic cult you were trying to get me to join the other night?” Arching your brow with a teasing smirk it was far too easy to slip in your usual banter with him.

Glancing over his shoulder you see the kids are watching you with baited breath.

“That’s a hefty invite to get, I don’t think we’re there yet. It’s the DND club I run.” You can’t help but take notice in the prideful look in his eyes when he says it.

“Don’t tell me that the Eddie Munson is a Dungeon Master. ” Batting your eyelashes at him you play into his ego just a little bit.

When his cheeks flush pink your own ego grows slightly.

“Yes M’lady you are in the presence greatness. I’m not just any Dungeon Master, I’m the Dungeon Master sweetheart. Just ask those destroyed little sheep over there.” Turning around he points at the three boys who quickly try to act like they weren’t opening staring at whatever was unfolding right in front of them.

Giving them a little wave you chuckle to yourself at how awkward they get before clambering into Eddie’s van arguing in hushed voices.

“Are you their baby sitter or something?” Eddie’s eyes widen at your question when he turns back to you.

“Uhh not exactly.” Fidgeting with his rings he stops making eye contact, the ground suddenly becoming interesting.

“What do you-“

“What are you doing right now?” Eddie cuts you off before you can press further bringing his attention back to you, excitement dancing in his brown pools like he just got a brilliant idea.

“Like right now, right now?” Pushing yourself off the car you look down at your watch. Red numbers reading 9:45pm flash back at you.

“Well not right this second but like 40 minutes from now? I just got to take these little idiots home but after that I gotta make some runs. I could use a co pilot...” Raising his eyebrows at you he watches the wheels in your head turn. “Besides I know my Uncle offered up my tour guide services free of charge to you.”

“You’re gonna give me a tour in the middle of the night?” Giving him a hard time, you already know you’re going to say yes.

“That’s the perfect time, all the assholes are inside.” Flashing you a toothy grin he starts backwards towards his van. “Be outside in 30.”

“You just said 40!” The butterflies can’t be ignored this time at the thought of spending the entire evening with him.

“I drive fast, bring whatever music you want. I’ll even let you set the mood that’s how nice I am.” Throwing a wink your way he turns around jogging the rest of the way to his van. The curly haired boy’s head sticks out the driver side window, a knowing smirk spread wide over his face.

“Oh okay buddy, I see you.” His eyes squint when his cheeks push up, a look of pure joy.

“Can it Henderson, get in your seat.” You can’t help but laugh at Eddie’s sharp tone with the kid, the sweet sound makes him turn his head one last time flashing you a quick smile before jumping in.

Starting his van with a loud rumble, you watch him peel out with Metallica back at the volume that got him flicked between the eyes. Completely ignoring his Uncle’s warning, something tells you it won’t be the last time you see that argument happen.

—-

“Are you seriously going to make me listen to Meatloaf?” Eddie scoffs grabbing the cassette from your hand.

“First of all you said I could pick the music, and I told you the other night that I loved him. Specifically mentioned Meatloaf while addressing your question about Metallica.” Crossing your arms your staring up at him again only this time next to the passenger door of his van.

Rolling his eyes his wiggles the tape in his hand “Yeah, yeah, yeah I guess I did say that.”

“I could just go have the relaxing night alone I had planned if you’d rather not listen to my music choice.” Arching your brow you pretend not to be hyper aware of his reaction.

“Whoa, whoa whoa sweetheart, lets not get crazy here.” Opening the door for you it creaks loudly just like yours. Eddie’s face turning into your familiar cringe.

The warmth of his calloused hand makes you jump when it comes in contact with your skin. Fingers wrapping gently around yours he helps you take the giant step into his van. Heat prickling at your cheeks too shy to meet his eyes you climb into the passenger seat. When he lets go and shuts the door you pretend like you don’t miss the feeling of his touch.

The smell of cigarettes and weed hit your nose first, there’s an underlining hint of drug store cologne that lingers faintly behind it. It was Eddie’s smell trapped and encapsulated inside the metal confines of his van. Inhaling deeply it’s oddly comforting to you, closing your eyes you let yourself enjoy it before he’s opening the drivers side door. Still not ready to meet his gaze you begin snooping around. Turning around in your seat you can’t stop grin that spreads over your face. With the back seats removed the empty space was filled with giant blankets and fluffy pillows. Warn in and well loved you could already picture him lounged out with a joint dangling from his lips lost in his music thats always being played too loud.

“Admiring my office?” You don’t realize how close his face is to yours till you turn around ready to respond.

Eddie Munson’s giant brown eyes are only inches from yours and it’s almost enough to make you forget how to breath for a second. The self control you were so proud to have doesn’t exist in the close quarters of his van, eyes dropping down to his lips it’s hard for you to look away. When his tongue licks over his bottom lip, you realize he’s doing the same thing.

“You call this an office?” Snorting your the one that breaks the tension. The breath he’d been holding fans hot across your cheeks. “This looks like Cheech and Chongs hang out spot.”

“I am a pot dealer if you don’t remember?” Shaking his head with grin he finally pulls out of your personal space. “Besides it weirdly makes the first time buyers comfortable, gotta keep them coming back sweetheart.”

Turning the key in the ignition the van shakes with the start of the engine, settling into your seat you reach over clicking your seat belt into place ignoring the feeling of Eddie’s burning stare.

“Yes?” Meeting his eyes you try to read the expression on his face.

“I’m just going to give you the agenda for the evening, you know as a good tour guide should.”Raising his eye brows he waits for you to nod encouraging him to continue.

“First, we’re gonna drive to my buddy Rick’s house so I can pick up some new supply. Then there’s just a few people I gotta drop off too, it’ll be super quick.” He waves his hand as he continues like the boring stuff was done. “But after that, I thought I could show you some of my favorite smoking spots. Places I like to go to clear my head.”

“I don’t know Munson, sounds like you’re trying to get me high in the back of your van.” corners of your eyes wrinkling you can’t seem to get enough of giving him a hard time. Others would call it flirting, but that’s not what you’re telling yourself this is.

“What? Me? You’re the perv that suggested it. I never said anything about going to the back of the van.” Eyes lighting up he nudges your shoulder with his own before putting the van in drive. “Put on your dad rock and light this joint, so far you’re a lousy co-pilot I have to say.”

You can’t stop that laugh from bubbling out of your chest, throwing your head back you haven’t felt this carefree around a person in awhile. There’s a part of you that wants to fight it but just like in your car on the way home, you’re going to let yourself feel it even if just for tonight.

——

The ride to Rick’s house was shorter then you thought it would be, but still long enough for you and Eddie to kill your first joint. With finger tips grazing each time you passed it back and fourth, your touches become more and more prominent as your inhibitions lower. Stolen glances lingering longer then they should, laughing probably a little too hard at each other’s bad jokes. The pure bliss of it all consuming you. So when you pulled up to the house that sat right at the edge of the lake, you were embarrassed of how much of you didn’t want him to leave even if it was just going to be for a few minutes.

“He’s super weird about people he doesn’t know, I’ll just be like five minutes I swear.” Leaving his keys in the ignition he gives your knee a reassuring squeeze. Rings hitting the lights on the dashboard the glint catching your eye when he pulls away.

“Putting a lot of trust in me not to steal you van.” You tease desperate to get him to stay even just for a few moments longer.

“Look, I know where you live okay? You wouldn’t get very far.” Eddie’s grinning from ear to ear when he hops out.

The smile never leaves your face when the wild haired boy runs up to the front door of the house. Taking advantage of being alone you start to really look around the inside of his van, empty packs of Marlboro Reds are littered all over the floors, there’s a half drank big gulp sitting in his cup holder, some kind of red liquid mixed with old ash from a mixture of cigarettes and joints. A guitar pick that’s similar to the one that hangs around his neck dangles from the rearview mirror. His dashboard is covered in band stickers, ranging from Iron Maiden to Wasp it was collage of all of his favorites. Running your fingers over the edges of each one you can tell they were strategically placed with the utmost care. This was Eddie’s safe space, and here he was inviting you to join him in it.

True to his word, he’s only gone for a few minutes before the loud creak of his door brings you out of your thoughts, clambering in with his toothy grin still intact.

“One stop down, two more to go.” Reaching over he puts the brown paper sack at your feet fingers brushing against your leg when he sits back up. Cheeks tingling when they linger for just a second.

There’s a brief moment of comfortable silence that falls between the two of you on your drive to his next destination. Eyeing his pack of cigarettes that sit on top of his radio you decide to be bold and help yourself. Besides, it was his fault you smoked your last one anyway.

Without missing a beat Eddie starts digging through his jean pockets for a lighter. Handing it over to you with a wink clearly not caring about your sticky fingers.

“Gimmie one too?” His eyes are soft when they look at you. Fishing out the two smokes you plop one in your mouth before reaching over waiting for him to grab his from your palm. Lighting your cigarette you look over confused when he never takes his own. His grip never leaving the steering wheel, he leans across the console with an open mouth. It takes you a minute to realize what Eddie want you to do. Unwilling to meet his gaze, with your best poker face on you slot it between his full lips. Ignoring the way they feel when they brush across your finger tips as they close around the butt. Shaky hands light his cigarette. The flame dances across his face in the darkness of the van casting shadows along his cheek bones and jawline.

Eddie Munson was handsome.

Inhaling deeply hollowing out his cheeks his eyes flicker between the road and you. Exhaling through your nose you focus on ignoring the way he’s staring at you until it’s obvious he wants your attention.

“I’m starting to realize you have a real staring problem.” You tease deciding that the only way you’ll keep your composure is by giving him a hard time.

Ignoring your remark he takes another drag of his cigarette before rolling his window down to ash.

“So what’s your damage?” It’s a loaded question when it leaves his mouth, even he knows that.

“Well you just jump straight to the point huh?” Averting your gaze you busy yourself with another hit ignoring the way you palms start to sweat at the thought of sharing with him. Too scared that once he finds out he’ll decide it’s too much.

“Come on, you’re 21 and you live on your own. You left the city to move to Hawkins of all places, there’s a reason for that.” Inhaling the last of his cigarette he flicks it out the window before rolling it back up. “Look, you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine?”

You don’t know if it’s the weed or if it’s the boy next to you, maybe even a combination of both that lets the well crafted wall you had built crumble just a little. Taking another hard drag you let the smoke sit in your lungs, the nicotine giving your brain the fuzzy feeling you were craving.

You exhale loudly before finally sharing something you’d kept close to you for so long.

“Things happened back home - consent wasn’t something that was respected at a shitty high school party. It’s been a few years but you know, it’s almost like you can’t ever fully come back from something like that. ” Refusing to meet his eyes you suck your bottom lip between your teeth nervously, despite your better judgment you keep going. Maybe it was the way he was actually listening.

“Somehow my genetics sparred me from being an alcoholic but my parents weren’t so lucky. It was all so much that I felt like I couldn’t think. Like I couldn’t breathe. I guess I just needed to get away from it all.”

Taking the last drag of your cigarette you finally let yourself glance in his direction. His face is set in a hard line, eyes staring daggers at the road, the whites of his knuckles show with the intensity of his grip on the steering wheel. Anger radiating off of him, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

Unclenching his jaw he finally responds to you. “I’m not their baby sitter.”

“What?” Voice laced with confusion you have no idea why the conversation is even taking this turn but your thankful that he doesn’t press you any further.

“The kids, I’m uhh I’m not their babysitter. I’m still in high school. You’re looking at Hawkins High’s very own super senior two years in the running.” Eddie pauses for a minute before he continues “You know with a Dad that’s in jail and a mom that died before I had the chance to really remember her what else would you expect from someone like me?” His tone is self deprecating, fingers twitching in your lap all you want to do is reach out and take his.

“Well, I didn’t stay long enough to graduate if that makes you feel any better. I dropped out, got my GED, packed whatever I could in my shitty car and drove to one of the smallest towns I could find. If anything, I’m impressed you still have the will power to go back.”

Eddie almost can’t believe the words that come out of your mouth. With not a single trace of judgment on your face, you were accepting him like he wasn’t the giant fuck up he always thought he was. Like the whole town thought he was and on occasion his Uncle. He can feel his emotions get caught in his throat. He doesn’t know why you picked Hawkins or how you even stumbled upon his shitty little trailer park, but he was thanking whatever gods brought you to him determined to get closer to you.

“Yeah?” He hates that he needs you to say it again.

“Absolutely, high school fucking sucks.” Stretching in your seat you look at him with an easy smile.

Neither one of you push each other further, having shared enough for a lifetime between the two of you in just a few short minutes. The heaviness of the secrets you both kept become a little lighter on your shoulders.

—

By the time you reach Eddie’s last stop you’re three joints deep when he leaves you in the van again. The sound of Paradise by the Dashboard light spills out of his speakers, turning the volume up you can’t help but get lost in it, this had always been one of your favorite songs growing up. Despite the complicated lyrics it reminded you of happier times. Trying your best to be Ellen Foley you don’t even realize Eddie’s walking back up.

“Jesus- you know it’s like 1am right? I could hear Meatloaf from Byer’s front door.” The annoyance disappears off his face when he sees you dancing like a stoned lunatic in his passenger seat.

Completely unaware of his presence, your arms flail around so uncoordinated he thinks you have to be trying to move like this, eyes pinched closed you’re belting out every line completely off key. There’s a part of him that wishes there was some way to record this to use it against you in future arguments and another part of him that wants it for himself, because the sight of you like this makes his heart skip a beat.

“STOP RIGHT THE- oh fuck!”

Eddie’s got a Cheshire smile when he watches the embarrassment of being caught sink onto your face.

“You done?” Biting his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, the corners of his mouth twitch up and you can tell he’s desperately trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh my god, this is -fuck -this is embarrassing.” Reaching forward you go to lower the volume but Eddie slaps your hand away.

“No, no, please don’t stop on my or the neighborhood’s behalf. Keep going.” Nodding his head for you to continue his smile grows so much the corners of his eyes crease. With a roll of yours, you go for the knob again.

“Ha ha ha, very funny Munson that’s en- hey!” Another tap to your hand he bats you away again, sighing loudly you look up at him annoyed. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

Both of you stare at each other silently battling for dominance. Raising an eye brow at you he has no plans of backing down from this.

Let me sleep on it. (Will you love me forever?) Let me sleep on it. (Will love me forever?)

Eddie’s theatrics makes you jump and it takes you a minute to realize what he’s doing, it’s only when you hear how badly he’s singing that you realize he’s doing his best impression of Meatloaf’s voice. His dramatic flare has him jumping all around the empty street, gripping at his chest as he points at you.

“Eddie!!” Your hushed yell is broken by the cackle that bubbles from your chest, taking advantage of the fact that he wasn’t in the van anymore, you’re finally able to bring the music down to a normal volume.

“Hey! I was clearly in the middle of giving you the performance of a life time. Not. fucking. cool.” Pointing at you from the other side of the street he pretends to glare but the smile that pulls across his face ruins his performance.

“Get in the car before someone calls the cops, they might think someone was killing their cat out in the street.” Your grin is menacing when you wait for him to realize the insult hidden in your words.

“Last I checked, you’re the one who chose tonight’s music. Not my fault if I get a little carried away, if anything you should be happy.” Winking as he climbs back in, there’s a new kind of electricity in the air between you two.

A line you both crossed with out even trying tonight, it was just too easy to be yourselves around each other. So used to having to be ashamed of your short comings you both openly accepted them with out a second thought. The muscles in your face turning sore from the constant pull in his presence. You already know that you’ll wonder if tonight was a dream when you wake up in the morning.

“It was definitely a performance. A performance of a life time though? Jury’s still out on that.” The sound of Eddie’s laugh fills you with the kind of happiness that you thought you wouldn’t ever feel again. You wish there was a way you could save it.

“That’s fine, I have plenty more where that came from sweetheart.” The nickname sounds different this time. Less casual.

When your eyes dart to the clock on his dashboard your heart sinks a little. Despite not wanting the night to end the thought of having to wake up for work in the morning hangs over you like a giant rain cloud ready to ruin the birthday party. You wanted to live in this little bubble forever.

Eddie’s eyes follow yours to the clock and he knows exactly how you feel because he feels it too.

“Probably time we reel it in huh?” Chuckling awkwardly he waits for you to answer before he starts the engine. Part of him hoping you’ll just throw caution to the wind and want to keep the night going somehow.

“Yeah, unfortunately I started a job today, well I mean technically yesterday.” You knew you were rambling but the way his eyes kept darting towards your lips was making you lose your train of thought.

“She’s got bills to pay! No need to explain pretty girl, there’s always next time.” Eddie tries to keep it simple. Scared to come off too strong, he needed you to know he wanted this to happen again.

Biting your lip at the new endearment, you settle back in your seat too shy to meet his eyes. The low rumble of the engine brings you both back to reality as his van lurches forward.

“Thanks for tonight Eddie.” Your voice comes out quieter than you intend it to, clearing your throat you speak up a little louder. “This was more fun then I’ve had in awhile, so thank you.”

“What are best friends for?” Eddie wants to kick himself in the teeth when the words leave his mouth.

But when your hand reaches for his, small fingers slotting between his big ones it’s almost like you saw the internal battle written all over his face.

“Yeah, best friends.” You agree with a hum.

It’s a good place to start.

Chapter three

[abiiors]

matty with the paddington onesie… happy sunday to ME! if you ever want to write more of that … 👉🏼😗👈🏼

Well, Anon, happy Sunday to you once again ❤️ Here's part 1

CAN YOU TELL I KNOW LIKE ONE THING ABOUT TAKING CARE OF A BABY???

(Oh my god why am I doing this to myself. This is not helping the baby fever 😭)

Onesie Pt 2

You round the corner and come to an abrupt halt as the words to Itsy Bitsy Spider echo around the house. 

Before even peeking in, you know what you’re going to walk in on. Still, you can’t help but tip-toe softly into the nursery and watch as Matty twirls a tiny little sleepy baby in his arms. From the look on her face, you can tell that she’s just woken up. Her tiny fists are bunched around his t-shirt and she gurgles and drools all over his shoulder. 

He finishes the song, slows his movements and hoists her in front of him.

‘Should we get changed for mummy?’ he asks her and when she babbles as babies often do he gives her a smile and says ‘Excellent!’

You have to press a fist to your mouth to stifle your laughter. As much as you want to hold her and cuddle her, you also want to watch this scene play out. So you stay partially hidden behind the doorframe. 

‘Hmm, let’s see,’ he muses. ‘Should we go for white or yellow today?’

He holds up two onesies in front of her and with absolute delight, you notice that the white one is the Paddington one you fell in love with. 

You realised your error as soon as she was born, she was still too tiny for the white onesie but now at four months old, it looks like she would fit into it perfectly. You can’t help but squeal internally when she makes grabby hands toward it. 

A similar look of delight crosses over his face as he sets the yellow one back. 

‘Aww, my clever little girl,’ he coos. 

You watch as he expertly gets her out of her soiled diaper. This time he doesn’t even wrinkle his nose at the smell of it. He simply starts humming another song and laughs when she kicks her feet up in the air. 

‘Alright, okay. I need you to not pee on daddy this time okay?’ 

This one almost makes you lose it. It’s the way he says it so nervously, yet pleading at the same time. You remember the incident perfectly and you remember almost falling on your bed in hysterics when Matty walked in with a soaked t-shirt and a look of pure agony on his face. 

‘Who’s my good girl, who’s my good girl,’ he keeps repeating while he puts her back into a fresh diaper and you wonder if it’s like an offering for her in exchange for not covering him in bodily fluids. Still, the smile on his face never leaves. 

Once everything is secured in place, she babbles some more. 

‘Who’s my pretty baby?’ he asks again and this time softly tickles her exposed belly. 

You are certain you’re about to melt into a puddle and you can’t help the tears that well up when lets out a small laugh. 

A laugh!

It’s barely even audible and it’s only just the start of one but both of you freeze in place. 

‘Did you just…’ he laughs breathlessly and immediately starts calling for you. 

Of course, it doesn’t take him long to spot you and you watch as his entire face splits into a grin. 

‘Did you hear that?’ he asks giddily, almost bouncing on his heels. ‘She laughed!’

You make your way to him, laugh along with him and smile tearfully. 

‘Oh my lovely girl,’ you caress her soft cheek. ‘Can you laugh again for me?’

Almost as if she’s responding to your touch, she lets out her small, quiet laugh again. She has no teeth yet and her entire face scrunches up from the effort of it but then she looks at you with her little twinkly eyes and you can’t help the little watery chuckle that escapes you. 

Matty lets you play with her as he picks up the Paddington onesie again. When he comes back with it, you step aside and lean against the wardrobe. 

Watching the love of your life become a father is something you could bask in for the rest of your life. For now, you’re just content to look at how adorable she looks in it. 

‘Should we give mummy a twirl?’ he asks once he’s done and gently picks her up in his arms again. 

You remember her fluttering and moving around in your belly just over six months ago and you remember how you fell in love with the onesie at first sight. But none of that compares to the sight of her in it and watching Matty swaying her side to side while he hums You Are My Sunshine. 

You walk up to them and let her hold your hair in her fist. Then you wrap your arms around them both. 

‘We made such a pretty baby.’

‘The prettiest baby,’ he coos. 

[kywaslost]

HELLO♡♡ can I pls request a platonic hawks x teen! reader who's been being more distant lately? Like they've just been avoiding him bc she has a crush on him (she developed one bc he's so nice to her). She knows it's unprofessional, and that's why shes avoiding him. Soon enough, the crush wears off and she starts having out w him again.

Sorry if this is kinda random, HAVE A GOOD DAY POOKIE♡♡

Where were you? - Hawks

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it! I’m writing this while I’m sick so if it doesn’t make sense it’s because my head is killing me 😭 also, HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AS WELL!!!!

“Get me (hero name),” Hawks commanded as he walked through his agency. “I need only the best for this case and I want her on it.”

“(hero name) is currently on Fatgum’s case,” Tokoyami replied, running to catch up with the pro. “She’s unavailable for the time being.” They two men entered Hawks’ office. They were alone now.

“Where has she been?” Hawks asked, taking a seat at his desk. “I only see her about twice a week now.”

Tokoyami shrugged, taking a seat across from him. “I’m not sure.” He sighed. “I think it may be easier on her schedule right now. And Fatgum’s agency is a lot less stressful.”

“She hasn’t even been coming to the game nights the interns put on here.” Keigo kicked his feet up onto his desk. “She used to always come to those.”

Days passed without a word from you. Any communication between you and Hawks was through Tokoyami. When Hawks would try to text or call you, you’d never answer. You scheduled your patrols around his and avoided the office whenever he was there. To be honest, this kind of hurt Hawks’ feelings. He enjoyed having you around. You were making to be a strong pro-hero and you fought well beside him. So why were you avoiding him?

Keigo was always so nice to you. Maybe that was why you were avoiding him. Maybe he was coming off as flirtatious, or maybe he was scaring you. Hawks really didn’t have a clue.

“Come onnn, Y/N!!” Mina droned late one night, sprawled out across your bed beside you. She rolled onto her side to look at you with a wide smile. “Why aren’t you working for Hawks much anymore? Tell meee!”

You giggled, then sighed, looking at Mina out of the corner of your eye. “You can’t tell anyone I told you this.”

Mina pushed herself up to rest on her elbows. “I swear!”

You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. “I…” you started. “I kinda have a crush on Hawks.” Mina squealed loudly and you hit her with one of your many pillows as a way to make her be quiet.

“Doesn’t that mean you should be around him more?” she giggled. “It doesn’t make sense that you’re avoiding him.”

“Because it’s unprofessional,” you confessed. “We’re third years and he’s one of my mentors.” You cleared your throat. “Hopefully staying away from him for a while will diminish whatever feelings I have for him.”

And you were right. After working for Fatgum for two weeks and taking a break from Hawks and his agency, your crush was pretty much nonexistent. You were able to hang out with him and Tokoyami with zero romantic feelings for the hero. One night, while it was just the two of you on patrol, Keigo slung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side.

“I missed you birdie,” he said with a smile.

“I missed you too, Hawks.” He didn’t need to know about yours and Mina’s secret :)

[swampstew]

KillerCook Chapter 12

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI

TGIFF – thank goodness its fuckin Friday! A long and exhausting week now behind you after a delicious late-afternoon nap, you can finally get your weekend going! First things first, phone. No better feeling than laying snug in bed and scrolling. Snug as a bug in a rug, want a hug?

Laughing to yourself at the internal rhyme, your carefree tone drops as anguish roils in your stomach. There are several notifications on your screen banner. But the one that makes you feel like you’re going to scream is the notification for KillerCook going live.

An hour and a half ago.

You take measured breaths as you robotically punch in your passcode and open the app, praying to any deity willing to help to keep you from missing a chance at seeing them.

Your reasons for breathing.

For going on each grueling day.

You suck in air as the app connects to your internet, only to let out a whimpering sigh of relief when you see the live is still going.

‘KillerCook is live: Kid Pirates BACA it up!!’

“GODS THEY’RE SO FUCKING COOL AND AMAZING!!!!” you squeal into your pillows. Giddily kicking your feet into the rumpled sheets, you press the volume button to its highest setting.

“Gang, thanks so much, take a moment and give yourself a shoulder pat. We’ve been live for nearly two hours and we met the donation goal in the first 50 minutes. I’ve never had to improv so much in my [redacted] life!!” the head chef gushed to the camera. “We really appreciate the enthusiasm to see us strip down and crush things in support of our biker crew chapter. Each donation means a lot not only to us but to the people its going to help.”

“Now the finale you’ve all been waiting for,” Killer teased as he and the others began to dress down into the dangerously skin tight swim trunks they wore under their respective pants.

“The big squeeze! To recap, our highest donors would get the privilege of having their user name on the melon as we squeeze them between our thighs. Who should start?”

The app notifications were pinging so fast that it sounded like the alarm itself was having a stroke.

“You can’t vote for me all 4 times,” Kid rolled his eyes, “Try again and actually follow directions!”

After an unsatisfactory stalemate, Kid made the executive decision to direct the line up. Wire was the first man to squeeze his melon.

Wire’s swim pants left nothing to the imagination, probably a bit more than he intended as he wrapped his towel around his pelvis and lower stomach.

A round, plump watermelon sat snug in his lap, the lucky patron – NightmareBeforeAugust.

“Hope your head doesn’t pop for realsies,” Wire winked before making overdramatic stretching motions. Properly limber, he adjusted his seat crossing his calves over each other as the melon began to develop bumps and tears on the skin.

Clasping his hands shut and locking his ankles tight, Wire squeezed his thighs again causing the watermelon to split vertically. Juice sprayed and splattered across his lap and chest, little chunks of melon lightly hit his face from the force.

“Juicy,” Wire laughed.

Heat was the next victim. He wore slightly looser fitting swim trunks that came down mid-thigh. His toned legs were still visible exposing his thorny vine tattoos extended down his thighs stopping at the knee.

Pulling his hair back in a loose bun, Heat lowered safety glasses over his eyes and pulled a travel-sized bottle of tajín from his pocket.

“Really, Heat?”

“What? A man has needs.”

Doing a quick stretch routine, Heat nestled the watermelon in between his thighs. The patron, SlapMyMass_ND_CallMe, was inked across the fruit with bright silver marker.

“Hey is it cheating if I’m holding it with my hands? I just wanna make sure it doesn’t slide out or anything,” Heat asked.

“Heat is weak you heard it here first folks!” Kid crowed in the background, the sunny rays bouncing off his aviator sunglasses. Heat threw a bottle of sun lotion at the redhead.

“Only if you don’t use your hands to actually break it. I don’t know, I would say its fine but we’d need to see your watermelon up close and personal.”

Moving the camera so it was right in front of Heat, “Ok viewers, call his ass out if he cheats!”

Wire was barking with laughter, “OI! JaneyM1098 says: ‘If I’m seeing his ass I’m staying friggin silent, no one snitch!!!!’”

That made Kid and Killer roar with laughter. Heat looked unimpressed with everyone.

Clearing his throat, Heat adjusted himself until he was seated in a yoga position, commonly known as the boat pose. Balancing on his sitting bones, Heat clasped the watermelon vertically in his hands, bringing them to the upper part of his thighs just before the knees.

 Hooking his ankles together quickly, Heat applied an immense amount of pressure that made the watermelon practically crumble between his thighs. Pulp and juice coats his hands and thighs – to which he grabbed his tajín powder and started lightly coating his hands.

“Heat not on camera Jesus!” Kid grimaced as the bluette licked his hands clean.

“Eat my shorts.”

“No [redacted] thanks.”

“Kid you’re up,” Killer threw a towel at the redhead’s face.

Eustass Kid has muscles for days.

His body a never ending river of waves, channels, and dips from the contours of his physique. The perfect amount of muscle to body fat ratio, a near perfect human specimen. Wearing a deep red bathing suit that really should be considered just briefs – they were a snug fit.

“I’ll bust this melon in less than 30 seconds,” Kid proudly boasted, lightly tossing his watermelon in the air. “Hey CraftyBitchNextDoor, I last way longer than that,” he winked at the camera, making the others groan.

Dropping to the ground, Kid leaned at an incline while raising his legs in the air. Putting the melon between his thighs, Kid put his arms behind his head and stuck his tongue out at the camera.

The watermelon put up no resistance as Kid’s thighs squished it, making the melon pop as the red flesh oozed from the rind and all over his body. Juice squirted out and hit his chest, running down to his lap and red chunks of flesh pooled with it as he laid back, proud of his accomplishment.

“That was 8 seconds babe!” Kid his hand up with the sign of the horns, waving it back and forth.

The notifications were beginning to buzz over the music.

“Ok these comments are way too horny for chat, you’re all perverts!” Wire admonished the viewers. “Killer let’s wrap this up, I can’t even say the things I want to say without your audience going [redacted] feral. Suffice to say, I want to shower up and clean this juice off me!”

“Oi don’t rush me, this is my show!” the blonde scoffed, peeling off his sweaty white stringer tank top. Sitting on the floor, Killer rolled the watermelon between his palms as if he was checking to find the fruit’s weak point.

Facing the melon forward so the top donator’s name was easy to see, “- _LickMeImUrLollipop thank you for being one of the most generous people that’s supported this channel. You’re donation was so large I almost wanted to deny it. I feel like I need to pay you back or something,” he chuckled.

“Ohh shit she answered!” Heat called out excitedly. “If you wanna make me dinner as thanks I wouldn’t be opposed.” Letting out a wolf howl, “Killer’s got a hot date!”

“Shut up Heat!” Killer’s neck was flushed red. “Hmmm we’ll talk Lollipop. For now, I’m gonna squish your melon. In the name of Bikers Against Child Abuse!” Killer placed the melon between his thighs.

“I hope you join us for another charity stream in the future y’all. You’ve impressed us so much and we know of a ton of places that can use help from people like you.”

Without further flair, Killer slammed his thighs together making the watermelon burst and fly apart. As red juice and flesh rained around the TikTok influencer, he took a moment to flex his biceps for the camera.

“Yeah, I did that. I slayed that!” Killer chuckled again. “Ok, I’ve getting too silly which means its time to say goodbye,” he stood up with his friends surrounding him.

“I love you all, catch you next time! This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

Live has ended.

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[oscconfessions]

i forgot to bring my headphones with me today so here ‘ s me doing an entire essay about why i simp for taco ( ii ) to pass the time instead ! ( i doubt anyone ‘ s gonna read this full thing unless they ‘ re THAT dedicated to osc confessions 😭 )

first of all , she ‘ s BRITISH ?! i mean come on people BRITISH and not in like the toilet type of british with the loud ahh shouting ( don ‘ t get me wrong i love toilet he ‘ s so silly and all but ) NONONONO taco has the HOT british stereotype like something about the way she talks … her voice literally sounds like silk it ‘ s actually so freaking gorgeous dude

another really cool thing i like is her personality flip , like something about how random and unexpected it was to see taco turn out to be a genius and not some stupid idiot is just so cool like my mouth fell to the floor at that and then in season 2 when she got her first reappearance i squealed so LOUDDDDDD and i ‘ m not even kidding when i see her i giggle and kick my feet ( if i ‘ m not in public … when i am i just giggle internally instead 😭 )

uhhhh i love her british - ness … that ‘ s kinda the same thing as saying i love her voice because of the british accent but uh i love that she ‘ s a british little thing who could probably change her voice in an instant considering she literally pretended to be a whole different person with a whole different voice in season 1 😭

also she looks SO FREAKING HOT WITH THAT INVISIBILITY BOW LIKE WHAT THAT IS MY FAVORITE FEATURE ON HER ENTIRE DESIGN AND I ‘ M SO MAD SHE ONLY HAD IT FOR LIKE 3 EPISODES , ONE THAT SHE DIDN ‘ T EVEN SHOW UP IN FOR MORE THAN A MINUTE AND A HALF 😭 i could actually rant for hours on how hot her design is and i will considering i still have plenty of time to pass as of rn

like everything about her design is so cute and beautiful and literally every other word used to describe a good looking woman because when i tell you that taco is SO FINE i mean that she is SO FINE .

alright well i think i ‘ ve written enough to break tumblr as a whole so yeah there ‘ s plenty more points i can make in this essay but i ‘ m bored and i ‘ ve officially passed enough time on tumblr so yeah taco is hot rant concluded

also hell no i ‘ m not going anonymous because i have absolutely zero shame in calling taco the hottest object to exist in the osc .

anyways thank you for coming to my TED talk folks !

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[egginfroggin]

For the question game~! Emmet, 21 and 23

(With regards to this ask game)

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Favorite thing to do? Make him suffer >:]

Something I don't like? I'm honestly not sure, as I usually don't write things I don't enjoy writing, but probably how hard it can be to get his voice right at times. It can be very difficult at times, especially because I tend to wax prosaic in everything and Emmet is the most to-the-point bean I think I've ever written for.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

That is a very good question, I have no idea! There's a lot to choose from.

Favorite art by other people is possibly:

this one (reblogged like 3 times now)

this one (which is just. the cutest thing)

this one (which someone drew for me and I love it and internally kick my feet doing a little squeal every time I remember that)

one other that I don't have on hand because I haven't reblogged it yet, but I love the vibes and linework of it (may also be Ingo? It's vague)

Favorite picture that I've done for him (so far, at least) is probably

this one (warning for blood)

Thank you for the ask! These were fun to think about and answer. I hope you have a good day! ^^

[repurpose-yourself]

The Unwanted Gift - Fitting the Outcast

Things had taken a turn for the worse. For a year I had been watching over a pawn shop I had been sold to, waiting high up on a shelf and even praying for a guy to buy me. I wanted purpose. I wanted to be saved from this pathetic existence.

I have come to terms with who I am, merely a vessel for size 14 feet. I know without a man's feet, I am useless. I have also made peace with the fact this whole situation was my fault, misplacing trust in a man who gladly took my money.

Never expecting to see this cash master again, after he offloaded me to this pawn shop a year ago, I was surprised to see him wall through the door. He had another pair of kicks, ones I am sure were living. The same excuse was given - they were the wrong color. He said the same of me.

I gave him everything. He ignored my plight and managed to make money off me one more time because I disappointed him.

Fucked up, really. But giving up my humanity left me at his mercy. And now, at the mercy of the pawn shop owner. With a new pair of size 14 kicks, I was removed from the display and thrown in the back. I guess spending a year not being sold wasn't good for business.

Again, fucked up. But the owner didn't know better. As far as he was concerned, I was nothing more than a pair of shoes. He didn't know I was living.

What worried me was I knew what might happen now that my worth had been doubted. Often, clothing that didn't sell met their end in the trash or were simply burned. Both options made me shutter... at least if I could shutter, I would have.

When all hope was lost, the pawn shop owner walked into the back room and picked me up. I thought it was time. Rather, he brought me to the front counter and dropped me before a large man.

"If you like them, they're 10 bucks even. I just need them gone," the pawn shop owner said.

The hulking man looked down at my two shoe bodies and smiled, "These are so unique. If they fit, I'll take them."

Was this my lifeline? I hoped it was. This man wasn't a looker by any means. If anything, he reminded me of... well, me. An outcast. Someone who didn't fit in. A man who didn't belong.

To a degree, it was like looking in a mirror. I couldn't be handsome like the cash master that destroyed my life. But as a pair of shoes, I could become beautiful. Though, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That fucker didn't like me but maybe this man would be different.

His large hand hooked the heels of my existence, effortlessly lifting me into the air. I hung by his hip as he walked over to a chair. Upon sitting down, he gently placed me on the floor next to his big feet.

The hightops on both sides of me had seen better days. Scuffs and scratches covered nearly every surface. A masculine smell escaped from inside. These things had been through hell.

The large man kicked both shoes off, unleashing the full extent of his smell, "I hope you last at least five years like these. My daily kicks need to be retired."

Without ceremony, I watched his right foot jam itself into my body. It forced me to conform to his desires, which I happily agreed to, even if it hurt a bit. The sweaty black socked foot locked itself inside me, the wide appendage pushing my sides out. The flat sole hammered the slight arch my insole had.

Then came the left foot.

With the manly rank feet inside me, my laces were tied up and soon he was standing. The weight of the world had rested upon me. It was the first time supporting a man. Agony best describes what I was feeling. His body demanded obedience and I would offer it no matter the cost.

His toes wiggled inside me before he rocked back and forth. A few jarring stomps elicited a satisfied grunt. He walked up to the counter and pulled out a 10 dollar bill, then dropped it on the surface.

"I found my new shoes," he said, nodding at the owner and turning away.

My treads squealed against the floor, torqued painfully in the process. At times I screamed internally but he would never know and his feet certainly didn't care. He strolled up to his old shoes and picked them up. Once outside, he tossed them in the trash and proceeded towards his beat up truck.

That old pair of shoes served its purpose. And now that need shifted to me. Every fiber of my being would be necessary to accommodate this large man. But I couldn't be happier.

Finally, I had my purpose once again...

[eyesofshan-if]

Hi, hun!!

I just finished playing the demo...it is nearly 3 am for me and I have class in like 4??? hours...welp, totally worth it 😎

I am so emotional rn, it's wild. That was such a good read!!! The world and the characters you've created feel so real, especially MC! I'm already attached to all of the ROs (yes, even ???, that dream sequence broke my already aching heart) and according to my stats, I'm well on my way to sweeping the emperor of my heart off of his feet 🥺 (15% bb, and all entirely by accident too lmao)

Real talk tho, this is gonna live rent free in my head for the next month at the very least. The whole demo felt so vivid and the emotions so visceral, I'm literally reeling. It's been a while since I've been immersed in something so utterly and completely (not to mention this quickly!)

The plight of the Shan people in Hae, the fighting between the tribes and the kingdom, the internal strife of the MC, the pain of rebuilding in a home that rejects you while struggling with the fraying ties of a land that haunts your memories like a ghost begging, pleading for you not to turn your back on it, not to sever the connection, not to forget but to remember, to please remember— Who's crying, I'm not crying- You're crying (it's me😔 ive been sobbing this entire time 😭🤡)

All this to say this is an absolutely amazing story you've got here and I can't wait to read more! It would honestly make such a good kdrama, I've been imagining it as one as I read this whole time! 😂

In conclusion: Hansol is my bro, my bestie, my ride-or-die, I will tease Insu until the breath leaves my body, I would do literally anything for Yonsun, Emperor of Hae and ruler of my heart and soul (long may he reign), I can't wait to give ??? all the love and affection they've missed out on in all these years, and if anyone hurts sweet Eunseo or any of my Samjogo boys, I can and will be throwing hands 😤

Amazing work, my dear, and I await any and all future installments of this wondrous tale with bright eyes (unfortunately not silver) and bated breath!

Don't forget to take care of yourself and have a lovely day/night wherever and whenever you may be! 🥰💕💕💕

god this message made me squeal and kick my feet 🥺🥺 i wanted to keep this lovely ask in my inbox for a while longer but alas :(( i hope you managed to wake up in time for your lesson!! i'm really glad that you've liked the story so far and you've summed up the commander's struggles beautifully!! finding friends and those you care about in a world that rejects you while your past still pulls at your heels :(( and soon there will be difficult!! decisions to make!! but not just yet <3

i love your views on all the characters, and i'm very interested to see how you'll react to meeting the rest of the ROs!! thank you for this amazingly encouraging ask, and i hope you're looking forward to the next update!!