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creeksandsocks · 3 months ago

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Splash

Hi! Okay, so, this is my first time ever writing smut - please feel free to leave me constructive criticism, or requests!

Paring: inexperienced!Eddie Munson x inexperienced!f!Reader, established relationship

Tags/warnings: 18+ Mature, Minors do not interact, 1980s, ST4!AU, smut, first handjobs, tit sucking and groping, grinding, kiss, graphic description of sexual acts, bad writing, misuse of italics, author is a virgin 😅😮‍💨

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Author's Note: First ever smut! This fic is placed in an AU where the events of ST4 haven't happened, a lot of the “accurate lore” about his character is from the Flight of Icarus book, and while i'm still debating if I consider it cannon - I did use it for some some period-accurate stories and interests :)

When Eddie came to visit you during your shift at Family Video, you pushed a VHS of Splash into his chest.

“We have to watch this tonight, it’s my guilty pleasure movie and I need you to see it” you inform him as he inspects the tape that was just jutted into his chest.

He agrees without any argument. It’s not the kind of movie he’d pick out to watch for himself, normally opting towards Star Wars or Fire Escape from New York, but he’s not against rom-coms. He likes Tom Hanks enough, and thinks that mermaids are cool. But, really, he would watch anything for you.

You’re both so new into your relationship that you’re still figuring things out about each other. You're glad to learn that he’s modern in a way, for not condemning things for being “chick flicks” or whatever, at least for a small midwestern town like Hawkins.

The real reason you picked Splash isn’t actually because you’re dying to have your new boyfriend watch it, it's really because the familiarity of the film will hopefully provide a crutch in calming your nerves as you try and make a move on your guy tonight. Deep down, you know he won’t reject your advances. He really likes you and finds you hot, too. Both times when you’ve been left alone you’ve acted predictably. Jumping onto each other and making out.

The first time you made out with Eddie was the second time you kissed him. He was dropping you off at your house after a very successful first date. He kills the ignition to his van and his cassette stops playing. He turns to look at you, “I really had fun” he stammers, “I was wondering, if you wanted to go out again sometime? And… maybe be my girlfriend?”

He’s nervous, blushing and unblinking as he confesses to you. He takes his arm and rubs the back of his neck with it. You reply shortly after, but to Eddie, with his heart out on the line, it seemed to take eons. “Yes!” you try not to sound too eager, but youre ecstatic, “Yes to both I mean, being your girlfriend and a second date…”

You both stare at each other with soft accomplished smiles before instinctually meeting in the middle as you lean over his middle console and start feverishly kissing. You're practically earned it after all the pining going between the two of you. Your hands are in his hair, cupping his head and pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt. He's holding your head with one boyish palm and gently pulling you closer by the waist with the other.

Eventually, you get fed up with his center console keeping you separated and decide to be fearless. You clamber over it, barely disconnecting your lips as you do and fumble yourself into his lap. He seems very happy with your new position and wraps the hand around your waist even tighter, hugging you into him. You’re both switching the tilt of your heads constantly. You want to get at him from every angle possible. He eventually kisses your jowl, chin and jawline as he kisses down your neck. He mouths at your lats and leaves bruising love bites there. He's quick to move back to your mouth though, desperate to get a taste of all you. You feel him stiff in his pants the more you kiss him, you are very proud of yourself for being able to get him so worked up. He parts your lips to breathe and he tenderly cradles your face.

You admire each other's spit-covered mouths before you run your tongue down his jawline and suckle a hickey onto the angle of his mandible. He moans at your tongue lathing over his skin and he swallows the drool out of his mouth. Once you've decided he’s got enough of a mark you kiss him more, slowly winding each other down.

You eventually part for the final time. Before you separate, you leave one last sweet kiss on his cheek. You pry his left arm off you and angle it to see his watch. He lets you, he’s gone slack at the weight of you on his lap, feeling the pressure of you against his hard-on. You see you're 15 minutes past curfew. “Shit shit shit!” you panic, scanning the passenger seat to grab your bag.

“What?” he questions, scared he’d done something wrong and hurt you. You inform him “I’m fifteen past curfew, if i'm not home like now i'll be forbidden from ever seeing you again”. Eddie doesn’t want to leave you, but he wants to never see you again even less. You have one last soothing kiss before you clamber out of the driver's side door. You run up to your front door as fast as your legs will carry you and scramble through your bag for your keys. You shove them into the lock as you turn over your shoulder and sweetly wave at the boy who you just rocked the world of.

The second time you guys made out you started both laid out on your bed. A mixtape Robin gave you fills the silence as you lounge. You were sprawled out on your back, knees bent and arms folded over your ribs. He's on his back too, just next to you, and you’re both stealing glances at each other. Admiring the look of each other's side profiles. He’s telling you about how one time he found drugs in the principal's desk and used them to (for lack of a better word) blackmail him into supporting the hellfire club.

You laugh and turn your head towards his smiling face. “No fucking way?!” you say, more shocked than in disbelief. He turns his body onto his side now and props his head up on his arm.

“I was pretty nervous, actually, I would have made a huge fool out of myself if it was just aspirin or something,” he confessed, “but I knew that bottle, and by the dumb look on his face I knew I'd caught him, too!”.

He mimics the dumb face the principal made which makes you laugh even harder. He chuckles too, proud of himself for making you laugh and he smiles as he admires your beautiful scrunched face. You both take a deep breath to recover from all your laughing. He moves a small face-framing strand of hair that has been tousled into covering your lips and decides that he should make a move.

You nervously stare at his dark eyes and he moves his head closer to yours; his eyes haven’t moved from your lips since he cleared them off. He’s giving you the chance to stop him if you don’t wanna kiss him. Given you allow him, it’ll be the third ever time you guys have kissed each other. You spare him the rest of the distance and bring your face up to meet his. You kiss once at first, soft and reassuring each other that you both want it. Knowing he has permission he gently pushes your face back into the bed with his lips as he kisses you again. He's got one arm, on the opposite side of you that he's laying on, supporting himself. He wants to be close to you but he’s scared of crushing you. His inner wrist is tightly pressed up against your waist where your shirt has risen up. You can actually feel his heartbeat through the delicate skin there, it’s beating quickly like a hummingbird and you're reassured that you’re not the only nervous one.

His other hand is nestled in the negative space between your neck and shoulder and he has a gentle fistful of your hair in it, your soft hair grounds him as he moves it though his fingers, careful not to pull on your scalp. Your kisses are getting hotter and you eventually slide the very tip of your tongue between his lips. He gratefully reciprocates with his own warm muscle and slides a good amount of it past your teeth. It's really nice, your tongues are swirling around each other and exploring the taste of eachothers mouths. You straighten your legs out on the bed and he takes it as a sign to adjust himself over you. He lets go of the handful of your hair and brackets his arm around your head. The hand that was previously supporting him is now placed under your shirt at the small of your waist. He gently squeezes you there, trying to get a feel for your soft skin and the musculature underneath while his thumb separates from the rest of his hand and is angled towards your belly button softly stroking the skin over your obliques. Your left leg is unintentionally pinned beneath his thighs, but your right one is free. You again bend it at the knee and use it to pull him closer. You both feel dreamy together, his hair has fallen around you and created a dark curtain around your faces, blocking out most of your room's light.

“You're a good kisser” he confesses in the chamber of his hair, intimately and softly he says it; he's never been vulnerable like this for a girl before.

“Thanks, you too” you respond awkwardly at his compliment. But his hazy mind only picks up on the fact that he's making you feel good.

You resume your depraved kissing and remove one of your hands from being perched on his broad shoulders to his waist. You too, take the time to massage and examine the flesh that is breached under your hand.

You continue on like that for a while before he decides to be really brave and slowly, gently, graze his denim-clad hard-on down the seam of your pants. He's in awe of how warm your core is and how good it feels to rub his most intimate parts against yours, you both amateurly moan at the friction he's created, relieving some of the boiling hot pressure between your respective legs. Your cheeks are warmed by your rapid blood flow, and the clutch between your legs feels liquid hot. You really feel the wetness in your panties as he cautiously drags his boner up the seam of your jeans for a second time. You're positive you've soaked through them but you don’t seem to care as you lift your hips to come meet the hard bulge in his jeans for a third time. You continue to gyrate your hips into each other. This novice bunny humping feels so good to you both and you continue to breathlessly whimper and moan into the protection of each other's mouths.

Eddie’s fairly certain he's about 2 minutes from blowing his load into his boxers. He’s not complaining exactly, because, god, it feels good to dry hump onto you like this. But, he doesn’t want to disappoint you with his lack of stamina or unintentionally end the moment early. He dumbly tries to distract himself from the boiling throb between his legs by gently snaking his hand up your shirt (because feeling your tit will for sureeee hold him off. He’s just about to make anticipated contact with the very bottom of your bra before your bedroom door slams open.

It’s Hopper. Because of course it's him. The chief scrunches his face into his shoulder and turns quickly. Both you and Eddie are so embarrassed to be caught like that you both freeze and separate your mouths with a final suctioned click. Eddie (wrongly) assumes that you’d (ever) want him off you and presses up off of you. Both his arms are straight now and his cock is now hovering above where he was just grinding on you. You sit up, too, and stare scaredly at the intruder. You bend both of your legs at the knee now, and shield Eddie’s bulge from the man as Eddie works to pull your tshirt back down. Hopper's hand blindly reaches back towards your door handle and continuously misses.

He tells you both “AH JESUS- I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING. I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING” its silent for a second before he says smally “dinner’s ready if you guys can come down… you guys do realize you can't do that while other people are in the house, right? Jesus. I did not want to have this conversation today,” he corrects himself “ever, actually. Just be down it ten. And USE PROTECTION” he warns (mostly Eddie) before finally getting a handle on the door and slamming it.

Neither of you were able to correct him that “ugh no dude, were werent actually fucking FYI”... that it was just a depraved and needy makeout secession. Eddie and you both awkwardly laugh at each other and you both take a second to cool yourselves down. He slams his back on the bed and lays down. You can tell he's pleading to any higher power to just have his boner go softly into that goodnight. You decide your sweet man needs space and kick your legs off the edge of the bed. You both take regulating deep breaths for a few moments before sliding off the bed and creeping downstairs together. The entire gang seems to sense something off with you two as you are both especially quiet and sweaty while you eat.

But this time? This time is gonna be different. He’s invited you to his place after work, he made sure to tell you that you'll be both home alone till 3AM because his uncle is on the night shift. You will make sure there are no interruptions in your activities as you’re desperate to touch his cock. You’ve done your research, you want to make him feel good. You've snuck tapes from the ADULTS ONLY section of Family Video as you restocked, and done everything you can to prepare for this moment, watching the moves of the porn girls and they perform effortless hand jobs and you’re wearing cute undies. It seems entry level enough, jacking a guy off, but you really want to make this good for him.

Work seems to go by especially slowly today despite how busy it is, and 9PM seems like it will never come. It always seems like that when you're especially tired or looking forward to something. The second the “OPEN” sign is switched off, you're clocked out and running out the door. Telling your coworkers and closest friends, Steve and Robin, that you have to study for a killer test, thankfully, they seem to believe it. You’re driving fast to his trailer. But, the second you pull into Forest Hills your heart starts beating out of your chest and you feel less confident. Second guessing yourself, your body, your abilities, even how much Eddie even likes you. But, you're already pulling up to his plot before you're able to let the anxiety fully consume you. You take a deep breath, brace yourself and make your way to the front door.

He wantonly kisses you hello after opening the door and the warm light of the kitchen highlights his shape. For the first hour, it’s innocent, you two only giggle with each other and make popcorn. Finally situating yourselves on the couch by the time 10 rolls around. He shoves the VHS into the TV and thuds into the couch next to you. He snuggles his arm around you and you fawn into his chest and shovel the buttered popcorn into your mouth as the opening credits start. He eventually tells you he's liking the film so far, but you realize that you haven’t been paying attention and you're already twenty minutes in. Your mind wanders to if he has any plans for you later.

It's impressive, honestly, that you've both made it a whopping half-hour into the movie before your wants take over. From under his armpit you look up at him with your best bedroom eyes (if you practiced them in the mirror beforehand, is between you and god). You twist yourself up to face him, both of your knees touching the back couch cushions and your feet are pointed out. You lick your lips, but before you're able to lean in and kiss him, his mouth is already on yours. You immediately wrap wandering arms around each other and kiss feverishly.

This time he's the first one to put his tongue into your mouth, it feels good, heavenly, even, to have him inside you like this. You can taste his recently brushed teeth and butter as it swirls around your mouth. You're both already whining by the time you straddle his lap. Your practically touching tonsils by the time he eventually uses his strength to twist you both on the couch and ease you onto your back. He’s laying above you once again, but this time there's nobody down the hall. Just him and you (and Splash). He leans down over you slowly and one again pushes his bulge against the cleft of your pussy. He goes again and you both moan as his unpracticed thrusts.

He separates from you, barely an inch and asks you “can I take your shirt off? Please?”. You nod your head and grab the hemline of it. You ease it over your head, both tempting him expertly and delaying feeling so naked in front of him. It’s not like you don’t want him to see you naked, you want to see him naked, too. You're for the first time it’s pretty scary. He makes you feel safe, though. Held and warm, pushed into his worn couch. You throw your top onto his coffee table and allow him to take a look. He has to actively stop himself from drooling over your bra covered breasts. He’s just looking for a while, and you start to get nervous.

You interrupt his stare “is, um everything okay? Like I'm normal right?”. He looks up at you and nods.

He confesses “holy shit yeah this is actually awesome”. You warmly smile at the boyishly sweet comment and pry one of his hands off your waist. You place it on your breast and shyly nod, urging him on, telling him it's okay, I want you to touch me. He gently cups your tit and massages the flesh through the fabric of your bra. He moves his hand to the other one and gropes you there, too. More confident now that you grind yourself up into him as he touches you.

You push your chest up into him and tease “your turn”. He sits up and obediently slides his shirt off. You run your hand down the milky skin of his pec and toned stomach, you use your finger to trace the silhouettes of his chest tattoos. You glide your finger through his adonis belt before running your hand back over his soft and taught flesh. “Im likin’ what im seein’” you good-heartedly joke. He blows air out his nose and crashes back down onto you. You contine grinding and tongue-fucking eachothers mouthes, taking the time to feel your naked abdomens rub, before you breathlessly tell him to take off his pants.

What follows is a frenzy of stripping, both of you standing up from the couch and wrestling with belts, button flies and socks until you're both scantily clad in nothing but your underwear. You both finish undressing simultaneously and turn towards each other. You feel comfortable with Eddie, but definitely very exposed, you assume he feels the same way too. You each scan each other's bodies. You eye the prominent tent in the front of his blue gingham boxers and defined line of hair that leads from his belly button to under his waistband. You eventually get to his dark eyes, his pupils seem to be dilated, deep brown eyes turned near black with want. You see him scanning your body, too. Taking his time before complimenting you. “Baby, wow. Your body is perfect like, idk, like a pornstar. But better, even”. You blush and return the favor. Your horniness goes straight to your head and you cut to the chase. “You’re sexy, Eddie.” Your bluntness could actually be comical if you guys weren’t so thirsty for each other.

He pounces on you, again stroking his hands over your exposed skin, groping your ass and unconsciously pushing his hard cock into your stomach. He lays you back down on the couch and you kiss for a while. Both of you easing into the idea of how bare you each were. Eventually he rises above you again. He asks “can I?” and plucks at your bra strap. You tell him yes and he pulls both straps down your arms in tandem. Revealing your perked nipples to him. “... You’re beautiful, thank you” he says. You can't help but softly giggle at him for thanking you for letting him pull your tits out. But when he goes back to kneading your mounds of flesh between his hands you forget about anything funny. He's mouthing at your neck, collarbones and sternum before he lathes your tit in his mouth. Licking the revealed expanse of skin and sucking into the soft flesh, biting at your nipple. He provides the care to your other breast too, and uses his hand to grope at the one that is free from his suckling. “Feels good Eddie” you reassure him. He’s definitely liking this, too, pushing his throbbing cock into your thigh. And humping you like an animal. Eventually you work up enough courage and ask him for what you really want.

“Eddie?” you question, “can I uh- can I jack you off?”. His drooling mouth goes dry at that. God he wants you to, but he's never actually been touched like that before - he’s nervous but immediately responds. “God yes you can, you don’t even have to ask, baby”. You both sit up then, he tucks himself into the corner of the couch and welcomes you as you crawl over to him. Sitting with your knees jabbing into the side of his thigh. You confirm “you're sure you want me to, Eddie? It’s okay if you don’t want me to - I can stop”. “What no!” he assures you “I definitely want you to continue. I just ugh- i've never done this, " he gestures arm around his crotch and your naked body, “before, so i'm kinda nervous. I'm also totally gonna bust in like 30 seconds baby. I'm sorry but I just have to warn you-”. You kiss the nervous bumbles out of his mouth and fully unclip your own bra.

You admit to him “I’ve never done this either, so please tell me if you don't like it - or if I can do something better, okay?”. He nods again, though he thinks there's nothing you can do to him right now he wont like, and you meet him for a slow and warm kiss before you separate and get to work.

He admires your fully exposed tits as you slide your hand down his stomach. Your hands breach the elastic of his waistband and you two lock eyes once more, making sure you are both ready to commit. You peel the waistband from his hips and he lifts them from the couch. His boxers are just on his thighs now, fully revealing him to you. Your mouth is dry now, too, reveling in the look of him. From what you know, he's a little longer and thicker than average. You examine him in totality - the blushing dusky pink tip of his manhood leaking pre-cum and hairy patch at the base. He’s got some veins running down the sides of it that simply accentuate that fact that Eddies got a nice cock. Your eyes wander past the patch of his pubic hair and to his balls, they are unshockingly perfect, too.

“Eddie, it's big” you tell him, and he moans at that as his dick twitches with want.This is real, this is happening, you tell yourself as you kiss him once more for good luck before you get started.

You decide to go all in to start, wrapping your hand around the middle of his cock. You only grip him and he’s hissing and panting at the feeling of your hand. He’s already liking it, so you feel good enough to continue. Stroking your hand up and his entire abdomen flexes.

He nods and whines “feels good baby, feels really good”. You release him from your grip and swirl the palm of your hand around the head of his cock, collecting the precum that's been dripping out before you slide your hand down his entirety. He's clearly having a great time - hissing, and breathing deeply, moaning your name and lulling his head as you stroke him four more times solidly. You release him to spit on your own hand and he takes a deep breath, the separation of your pleasure how close you realize he is. “Baby, fuck-Y/N, im close, im close, im really close”. His cheeks are pinked and his eyebrows are pinched. He fills his cheeks with hair and blows it out before you kiss his bitten lips.

Though his vision is blurred, he makes eye contact with you. You candle his face in one hand and pause your stroking with the other, though you keep it on him. “Eddie, I want you to cum. It’s the point - I want you to”. Again, he shakily nods and licks his lips.

You confidently return your hand and jack him off now, he's looking from the ceiling, to your bouncing tits, to your hand sliding down him as he tries to delay his orgasm. But, it's futile. With pathetic “ugh ugh ughs” he's cumming all over your hand and wrist. He's lost in the aftershocks of his orgasm and you kiss him again. His head is fully relaxed and he uses all his strength to kiss you back. You gently release his softening cock and you blush look at his release, splashed all over your hand. Eddie looses his mind and you lick his cum off your hand. Fuck - he could get hard at that alone.

You're back to kissing now, you cradle his face, snaking your fingers over the expanse of his flushed body. You tell him to lift his hips and you place his boxers back on his hips, (unfortunately) hiding his ruddy cock from you, again.

He looks at you with big, wet eyes, you notice the tears glossing just under his bottom lashes, “baby, want me to do you now? Gimme five minutes and I’ve got you - I swear”. You kiss him again, grateful that your boyfriend cares so much about your own pleasure.

You just set your sticky palm on his haunting chest tattoo and promise him, “next time, cowboy, I want you to - but tonight, just enjoy this” you cartoonishly wink at him and he nods dutifully. He’s tired and fucked out as you both snuggle under a well-loved quilt. Both excited for what next time may bring.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader smut

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ronearoundblindly · 9 months ago

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okey dokey, I've had *a day* and will use this glorious...🥴 idek which body part to reference 😮‍💨...and merge it with your previous ask about cooking or baking for Steve and giving him a nice, comforting, home cooked meal. And his response to that act of service and caring. Because this is me, I will obviously be starting with ::gasp:: an argument. Don't you love how predictable I am?!?!

To Tire Is Human

No warnings, uhhh, canon language (sh*t)? Written in drafts so no exact word count. It's not long (2k maybe, very much unedited)!

"The hustle? What does that even mean?" Steve gripes as he finishes up various chores around the property.

"It means I do the work."

Your boyfriend rips apart the wood log he was about to start chopping. "Do the work? Do the work? For nine hours? After leaving home early enough to be at work for an hour before the actual work starts? Then staying at least a half hour to clean?"

"Unless I also have to restock," you add quickly just to really turn the knife.

"You have got to be shitting me," he nearly snarls, eyes down toward the pile.

You don't blame him for not understanding. He's from an era where people worked to live, the point was the living. This...is not longer that era, and you are not of that generation.

Of course, it frustrates him, too, because your work makes living almost impossible. With all that he just mentioned, the commute, and attempting to offer yourself the basic self-care of eating and washing, you don't have the energy to do chores, and you've certainly struggled to find energy enough to show Steve love.

"That's the gig nowadays. That's how us super-average humans do it."

The thing is that you are also so tired of having this conversation. You are tired of the guilt for not magically considering yourself the center of your universe because, despite jokes about every kid receiving participation trophies, it is deeply engrained in you that you are replaceable.

If you don't perform above and beyond, fired. If you ask for too much and offer too little, gone. If you don't constantly learn how to outpace others, useless. It never ends.

And, finally, Steve Rogers might not get this but you age. You aren't powerful to begin with, but day after day, you get weaker and older, while someone else on Earth gets smarter and stronger.

You don't want to hear the spiel. You can see from his pinched face that Steve wants to give the spiel.

You sigh in exhaustion and prepare to hear the whole Cap speech before you two go pick up dinner in town.

One day later that week, your work schedule falls apart and lands you back at home hours before Steve is due to return. Antsy to accomplish something--and looking for a snack,--you notice the perfect combination of ingredients, something saucy and salty, hearty, just like Steve melts for, and a fruity baked good.

It's a lot of steps, there's a lot of mess to clean up as you go, and then there's still a lot left behind. You're hastily rushing around to set the oven timer and yank a skillet off the burner. Perhaps the whole endeavor has gotten you in over your head.

Steve appears out of nowhere.

Well. Not nowhere, but all the chaos in the kitchen is making enough noise, you didn't hear the door.

"I have everything under control," you automatically say.

His expression morphs from one of surprise and concern to utterly overwhelmed. His eyes look glassy as he approaches and scoops you into a quick hug, hands tucking themselves beneath the hem of your shirt so he can feel your skin as he breathes you in.

He quickly releases you at the sounds of oil popping and sniffs, reverting to Cap mode.

"What do you need? What can I do?"

All you can think is that the table hasn't been set.

Steve eats his whole meal--entree and dessert--with his non-dominant hand just so he can hold yours.

He had one of your days.

He spent the drive home listing all the things he needed to do in his head, more energy for each tick, more time for sitting still, more of him to give...

...and then he got to enjoy a lovely dinner with you.

You spent your energy on him, on you both. You spent energy specifically to spend time with him, and Steve could cry but he won't. He keeps smiling, making happy, pleased noises with each delicious bite.

An hour ago, he wasn't sure he could feed himself or wash up. He's simply too tired.

You start playing with his hand, drawing patterns in his palm, lightly dragging your nails on the sensitive inside of his wrist. It makes him shiver.

There were at least four things he was supposed to do outside before it got too dark, a load of towels and sheets needs done, a basket of clothes waits to be folded and put away. He does not want to do any of it.

His fingers close around yours.

"Thank you," he interjects softly, "I was so tired."

You lean forward and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, whispering in his ear, "you wanna leave the dishes to soak and watch a movie instead?"

Steve chuckles, turns his head to quickly kiss your lips, and nuzzles his nose to yours.

"Oh, you're a naughty minx, aren't you?"

Playfully racing up the stairs, ignoring the plates and glasses still on the table, you call back to him.

"Show some hustle, big guy! We got a whole lot of nothing to do."

He twitches, just for an instant, before finally deciding that grabbing the spare pillows from the guest room will add more to the movie experience than doing the dishes.

You're both going to do the work tonight: the work of taking care of each other, enjoying each other, and being human together.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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bestangelofall · 5 months ago

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Another character that will get all the Judas Priest and Within Temptation songs, isn't it?

I must start an Elektra playlist :3

#im predictable 😮‍💨

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delta-lethonomia · 5 months ago

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I would give so much to have just one normal, everyday conversation I could reference between Cazador and the spawn.

(More Caz thoughts under the cut 😮‍💨 scapegoat & golden child implications)

I feel like there has to have been some interaction beside "yes master/no master" etc because clearly he took the time to tell the other spawn about the Black Mass, and they believed him. Act 1 Astarion mentions how Cazador "gives hope til the last moment" which implies there were moments where he had hope until he'd been burned one too many times. Plus, all of Caz's lines about the type of person Astarion is, his terrible jokes and how it's punishment enough having known him for 200 years... it's a brutal zinger that has to come from personal experience. It wouldn't be funny if you didn't feel the weight of how long those two have known one another.

Considering Caz' obsession with Astarion and how Astarion seems to get the worst torture of his siblings, I see him more and more as the scapegoat in a toxic family. I wonder if there were moments of levity, where Cazador did invite discussion or talk from his spawn, giving the impression that there was some loosening of restrictions, or just enough where making a joke in hopes of amusing him would seem like a good idea - only to backfire horribly, with Astarion held to an impossible standard he couldn't predict while his siblings get away with worse transgressions. They all think the worst of him.

Petras genuinely believes Cazador will set him free, that all the torture he endured was somehow worth it and will lead to his freedom. Petras is also an idiot, but even idiots learn unthinking resentment and hate if beaten long enough. We know Petras at least gets to eat dogs sometimes, which... aren't allowed in Baldur's Gate.... (does Caz smuggle them in?? Does Dufay need to source some dogs for the spawn Christmas presents, while Astarion gets rats every year? Does Caz just tell him "oh go get yourself something nice next time you're out and about?" Do they go to Wyrm's Crossing together sometimes as a fun bonding activity, like when your father hits you one day but takes you out to ice cream the next????)

Astarion just seems so much more jaded and angry than the other spawn. A lot of that does come down to being the one who got away, who had it the worst and now feels bad about not being the lightning rod that unintentionally protects the others, who can now see just how fucked up everything was now that he's had space to think - while the other spawn are still in the thick of it, and probably aren't investing any thought at all into if Cazador is being truthful or not. There's no point. Whatever happens, happens.

I just have this nagging feeling that there has to be some positivity sometimes. If it was all awful, all the time, there comes a point where you stop working for it. There needs to be a moment of affection, the idea that things could be better all the time if you just did this one little thing better - going back to the ice cream example (lol), I wonder if Caz takes different spawn to do different things. Maybe Yousen's really good at Chess. Maybe he and Petras go bowling

Ok ridiculous example (Cazador clearly does not leave the house - but maybe he does, as Astarion feels the need to ask Dalyria where he is in Act 3? So maybe he does leave sometimes....) but the scapegoat/golden child dichotomy means there must be some positivity, some perks for the golden children. Petras gets better snacks, Leon works hard for the fancy room and gets to keep his daughter alive - maybe that's all there is, but I need to know how they all interact. Cazador has human servants, he's got Chamberlain Dufay and deals with the werewolves and clearly everyone's terrified of him and expects the worst - the rumors are nasty enough that Gale has heard of him - but he keeps a journal about the tortures he inflicts on his spawn. That feels, to me, like keeping score, doing enough to keep them terrified and busy but not so much that they give up all will to live in pure dedication of murdering him. Hence, like an abusive parent you still somehow love (and hey, it could be a lot worse, look at your brother after all as an example on what not to be) - there must be some positivity to hold on to.

Just enough that everyone besides Astarion believes him when he says he will set them free, enough that you need to pass a persuasion check, but also little enough that there's no real loyalty.

So yeah, maybe Cazador and Petras go on trips to Wyrm's Crossing together so he can get a dog to snack on. Idk man 🤷‍♀️ It's a lot more likely that Caz just says something awful about Astarion and lets them all rag on him for his amusement for a few moments here and there, and that moment of levity is enough to inspire some feelings of normalcy, but tbh I have zero clue what Cazador does all day and I'm obsessed with terrible slice-of-life scenarios.

#cazador szarr #bg3 cazador #pale petras #Astarion #bg3 thoughts #delta.txt

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howmanyepsofmlseason6areleft · 3 months ago

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GLOOB WILL BE PREMIERING WEREPAPAS THIS FRIDAY, MEANING WE HAVE NOT ONE, BUT TWO PREMIERES THIS WEEKEND!!

(Source, just careful because it includes a spoilery trailer!)

CORRECTION ON MY PREVIOUS AIRDATES!!! So seeing as Gloob has been premiering episodes alongside the Disney schedule for the past two weeks, I thought I could stop playing it safe and go ahead and assume the unknown episode they were premiering on Friday would be Daddycop, since Disney would be premiering that on Saturday. Of course, the one time I shift from routine I was wrong lmao, and theyre actually premiering Werepapas, meaning we’re getting two premieres in a row!!

All this is listed in the airdates post, but just to reiterate:

Gloob will be premiering Werepapas (episode 5) Friday Feb 7th at 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard time.

Disney Channel USA will be premiering Daddycop (episode 4) Saturday February 8th at 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time

I can’t promise this since I’m pretty busy, but I’ll try and make time converters for everyone close to the premiere so that understanding where everything is airing in your time zone is easier. Also, in case you’re having trouble watching episodes, reminder that they will be available on Miraculous.to (which will also post subtitles to translate Werepapas a few hours after it premieres since its airing in Portuguese), and it’s a great way to watch new episodes/previous ones as long as you watch out for pop up ads.

But anyhow, that’s all!! I’ll see y’all this weekend !!

(Also fun little aside under the cut)

I actually accidentally predicted this 😭 I meant to write that Gloob would premiere Daddycop in one of my reblogs when I thought that would still be the case, but wrote Werepapas by accident, which… ended up being right!!

Journalism so good I saw into the future 😮‍💨

#ml season 6 news #guys were so back TWO EPISODES!!!!!!#miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #ml news #miraculous #ml episodes #miraculous: tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #ml season 6 #mine

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newkatzkafe2023 · 4 months ago

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Can we get a pt 2 of the sun reader, but everyone meets the reader?

Sun Wukong being married to the actual Sun🤣🤣🤣

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh, sooooooo you guys have been married for centuries, and He's gotten used to your sun puns and mood swings. Though what he's worried about is how Mk and the others are gonna think because face it, you can be a bit intense. Though lately Mk noticed that Wukong seemed to be hiding something from Him, and told the others about his suspensions so one night Mk snuck Mei, pigsy, tang, redson and Sandy even Macaque wanted in on the search to flower fruit mountain and began their search. Unfortunately for Tang he was searching an area that was...

(???)(booming) WHO DARES APPROACH MY ROCHE LIMIT!?!??!?!?! WHO?!?!?

Tang screamed like a girl and to hide behind pigsy who was sweating bullets, that's when they saw you, a your red giant form kinda showing it's self as your flames completly rivaling redson's and Mei's samahi fire flames. Mei and Redson's jaw dropped especially Mk's of all the times he's been here, He hadn't seen you once How crappy was his awareness?!?!😟

(Mei) WOW she's pretty big from up close

(Mk) Hey, I never seen you before, WHO ARE

(Macaque)(whimper) 😨😨😨 Ohhhhhhhh god

Soon Wukong came out of your shared home looking tired and annoyed in his boxers.

(Wukong) Flaming hot peaches, please it's 2am in the...😴

(Y/n)(red giant) NOOOOO!!!!! MORTAL BODIES WHO KNOW THE IMPORTANCE OF MY ROCHE LIMIT, HAVE NO CARE FOR THEIR LIVES AND THUS DON'T DESERVE MY ATTENTION!!!!!!!👹👹

Everyone but Macaque basically ran to hide behind sandy as your booming voice, shook the mountain and parts of the city. The group just looked at Wukong in confusion and fear.

(Wukong) Hey guys I see you met my wife of 500+ years Sun Y/N L/N Wukong🥰🥰🥰

The others pale in terror and disbelief HIS WIFE?!?!?!

(Sandy) She seems very intense😥

(Macaque)(traumatized) You should she her in her full red giant form😰😱

(HIB Wukong) Luier had been begging Wukong to introduce you to Pigsy for months now, but what Luier doesn't know is that their is a reason why you and pigsy should never meet. First of all pigsy is a massive flirt to any Woman in a miles radius and if he did that to you, he would be a Ham roast when your done with him. Nevertheless he had to bring you to Pigsy but disaster struck when pigsy began flirting with you, just like Wukong had Predicted. What's crazy is how nonchalant you actually are and told your jokes the whole time. This made Wukong and the children very alarmed and wondered if pigsy had already hit your breaking point. Which suddenly turned out to be true as you shot a solorflare at pigsy for calling you clingy

(Wukong) Well just what I thought😮‍💨

(Luier)She's pretty cool

(Y/n) Actually I'm pretty hot HAHAHA🤣🤣🤣

(NR Wukong) Oh god, considering you're both huge weirdos, I fear meeting you would be bad for Li and Su's health. Wukong would have no clue how you and the young couple would react to each other, other than you telling jokes and maybe scaring the crap out of them. Unfortunately, Li was smart enough now to know when Wukong is trying to avoid telling him something, so after weeks of playing junior detective with his girlfriend that's when they found you at a comedy bar with Wukong watching from the audience.

(Y/n) You folk know no why I never went to college????😄

(???)Why????

(Y/n) Because I already have a billion degrees😆

As you laugh Li immediately felt the force atmosphere as people laugh, and Wukong making bedroom eyes at your red face.

(Li) Wukong who is that.?

(Wukong)(spooked)OH LI!!! Uhhhh I guess you should meet my wife Y/n😅

(Y/N)(waving) Hi-Ya 👋 👋 👋

(Su) Ohhhhhhhhh well nice to finally meet you Y/n

(Y/n) It's great to finally meet you both, my husband had me almost turn into a red giant from all this stress🫨😩

(Li and Su) What???😧

(Wukong) I'll explain later😊

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhh man he's cool with you meeting Fruity and Sandy, but under noo circumstances can you ever meet Pigsy or master Tripitaka aka the monk. Pigsy would be turned into crispy bacon if he dared to say the wrong thing to you, and if the monk gets all annoyingly preacy and judgmental. Well he's gonna be ash by the end of it all, so Wukong is understandably worried about introducing you his fiancée to the pilgrims. Unfortunately pigsy's nosy ass was wondering what Wukong was up to because he was clearly nervous about something and hiding and that's when he met you. The monk was shocked to know that his Disciple was not married but to a female monkey who looked exactly like the son, also Tripitaka felt lowkey offended because he was the last one to learn about you. I mean Wukong would shares a few things even if it was rare, but this is a huge secret and the monk wondered why Wukong didn't tell him about you. Meanwhile you were telling sun jokes to fruity, and sandy and pigsybetter laugh at them or else Wukong won't be the only one they had to deal with.

(Netflix Wukong) No no no no no no and nooooo, never in a million years will he wouldn't even let you meet dragon king let alone Lin. Unfortunately he made the mistake of telling he has a sister figure and a having found drama class friend in dragon king. He afford to tell you no being of that would lead to a massive uh oh, which is why this is happening, but on a brighter note you seem to get along with Lin telling her jokes and already giving some advice. You even consider her to be your cute little sister figure and treated her as such. Though Wukong was actually had a sigh of relief, although with he was right when you shot a solorflare at the dragon king. He knows you better then you kinda know yourself, but your mood swings and aggression was weirdly hot to him.

(BMW Wukong) Unlike the others, he wants to totally rub you, his newly wedded wife in not only Erlang's but all of heavens. If anyone ever found out about your true abilities, along with your aggression and mood swings, they would want to break up this marriage immediately. Which is why Erlang was soon sent down to flower fruit mountain to dispelled these rumors and see what Wukong is up to now. That's when he saw Wukong sitting next to a Fiery woman literally. She was telling jokes, as Wukong laughed along.

(Erlang) Sun Wukong I have been hearing rumors about your newfound marriage, and who is that???🤨

(Wukong) Oh Erlang showing up unannounced again, well I would like you to meet my sweet Wifey Y/n😍

Erlang felt the world stop Briefly as he looked at Wukong cuddling into you, who looked like if the sun was a female monkey.

(Erlang).........so the rumor is true oh god.....Wukong you both need to end whatever this now

The two of you looked up at him, as Wukong grew angry and you slowly turned red in growing rage

(Wukong) And why exactly???🤨😠

(Y/n) Yeah, Wukong and I love each other very much, how dare you try to split us

(Erlang) because heaven will want to take advantage of Wukong's connection to the...

(Y/n)(paused) Ohhhhhhhhh wait😖

(Erlang) what are you gonna sneeze🤨???

(Y/n) kinda it's Corona...

(Erlang) Isn't that uhhh

(Y/n) NO! it's CRONA MASS EJECTION!!!!

Wukong and the rest of the monkies immediately moved out the way and escaped

(Wukong) NOO IT'S A SOLOR....!!!!!!🤯

You then shot an intense solorflare at Erlang while sneezing leaving him with a harsh sunburn.

(Wukong) Flare!!!!🤣🤣🤣

(Destined one) Oh lord here we go the Destined one for once at a serious lost, Bajie asked when was he gonna meet his eccentric fiancée. The Destined one feared that his uncle figure would not survive you what so ever, but Bajie the stubborn old fool kelp asking until the Destined one had no choice. The next day he brought you to meet bajie and well.....

(Bajie) So your my nephew's sweetheart, I got to say you look very unique😊

(Y/n) Yup D.O said I remind him of the sun, speaking of do you like jokes???😊😊😊

The Destined one instantly facepalm at your question, he knows that this can go two ways, an blessing or a disaster.

(Bajie) ok sure I'm down for a joke what do you got??😏

(Y/n)(smiling) When is it the best time to eat sushi😁??

Bajie paused thinking about it, as the Destined one sat on the side dumbfounded, looking between the two of you.

(Bajie) I'm stumped...what is it😐???

(Y/n)(yelling)................SUNRISE!!!!!!😆😆😆😆

You were already cackling, as bajie looked on and the Destined one covered his face in Embarrassment and mortification.

(Bajie) that was a good one actually🤭

(D.O)(Facepalming)(please don't encourage her)😥🤦😑

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🌞

#monkey king reborn #monkey king netflix #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #lmk monkey king #monkey king hero is back #x female y/n #black myth wukong #the destined one x reader #solarballs sun #Solarballs

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lilacxquartz · 7 months ago

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Ahah, sending in an ask...

Kenjaku with reader who's basically an antromorphised version of the merger 👀💜

I'd request brainjaku, but we won that already 🎉🥳

merging with you;

kenjaku x humanised merger gn!reader

plot: you had a unique ability that kenjaku was quite literally drawn to — themes: suggestive content but not smut; i was focusing on abstract imagines 😮‍💨, lore accurate yapping, gn!reader — w.c: THIS WAS MEANT TO BE BELOW 800 BUT KENNY TALKS TOO MUCH ‼️💢 (1.1k)

a/n: might revisit this idea again in the future again since i have more ideas for it, thank you for putting this idea in my head <3

The merger could have taken on many different forms when finally realised and Kenjaku had already envisioned a whole flurry of different possibilities. So, in a way, a humanoid materialisation was something that they didn’t predict, but as they watched on from a distance with just how easily you assimilated everything into your very being, they couldn’t help but grow more and more fascinated with each passing second.

You seemed to approach others with an intelligent type of curiosity; your wisping shadowy fingers reaching towards people, willing them, blurring and finally merging them into your own existence.

At long last, Kenjaku stepped closer, equal parts terrified of their life’s work but also deeply captivated by your form. Their eyes roamed over your impossible body, existing as nothing more than a sentient void that only just barely resembled a person. Their eyes were fixated, obsessively locked onto you; drawn to both the mystery and the danger that you embodied. Somehow, an arousal grew from within them too, almost frustratingly driving themselves into madness from the prospect of becoming one with something like you.

You watched on with a curious whirring droning sound thrumming away passively, tilting your head away to the side as the familiar sorcerer drew closer. Your eyes locked onto theirs, glowing eerily in the darkness as you bored into their soul.

They closed the gap even more, feeling a unique excitement as their fingers didn’t quite touch you, but hovered over your fluidly shifting form. The sensation of their self slowly pulled into your being sent a pleasant shiver through their body, almost tempting them to connect with your touch.

The idea of becoming one with essentially a… man made god—not quite omnipresent but close enough—was almost too much for them to comprehend. All of their life’s work stood right before them and it was so hauntingly beautiful.

Finally, they spoke up, their voice coloured with unease although with equal parts awe, “I… want to feel it.”

They weren’t entirely sure just how much you could understand, since you had never once made the attempt to talk—not that you ever needed to—but it was surely a rush; the idea of merging one’s essence with yours was almost intoxicating, dare they even say, an exhilarating prospect.

Vining tendrils of shadows wrapped around their fingers as they drew closer, rooting them into your grasp. The void-like flames rolled clean around their skin, coating them in a warm, enveloping fire.

To their surprise, you responded with a dark, almost alluring purr, “You want to… feel what it’s like to be absorbed into me?”

However before Kenjaku could respond, you continued to ask them more and more of a similar question; your once seductive tone morphing into something sinister, almost inhuman despite that being the heart of your markup.

“To lose yourself… in me?” you asked again. “…To become a part of something… greater, more powerful than yourself?”

With an unblinking stare, their eyes wide and manic, Kenjaku didn’t hesitate for a moment before nodding with almost feverish anticipation. “Yes. I want to experience that and more.”

With curious intent, you studied them before pulling away. “Why?”

This prompted a surprised laugh from them as they took a step after you. “It’s quite simple, really. Long have I been chasing the truest, final form of evolving humanity. To be able to unlock it and even experience it, be it in my own control or not, is a possibility that I can’t let slip up.”

“Even if it means… letting go of yourself?” you asked the ancient sorcerer, curiously studying their demeanour.

“I have always and I mean always, sought the potential of transcending the mortal limits of the countless vessels I have harboured throughout centuries,” they continued, “every single body I have ever inhabited, every cursed technique I have ever possessed—was one step further towards this.”

You reached towards them again, their body responding with an almost instinctual pull that drifted towards yours.

You stared blankly. “Towards me?”

Their smile widened from something anxious and instead into something unsettling; their resolve strengthening with each spoken word, “Yes, towards this—towards you. One could say that it’s the unpredictability and the chaos that excites me, perhaps it’s the idea of experiencing the outcome forced by an impromptu evolution on such a devastating scale. I… I can’t help but be drawn to such a prospect. To say that it’s exciting to me is an understatement.”

“Even if it… breaks the world?” you asked.

They scoffed, seeing no issue with the prospect. “Especially then. The world was designed to be broken. What fun is it when we as a species have been at a standstill for such a long time? No. Someone has to stir the pot. The world can rebuild itself again after if need be—but only after we, as a species, have ascended into our truest, most final form. So please, let me surrender myself to you.”

Allowing a moment to pass, you finally stepped back into his personal space, allowing for your shadows to wrap around and envelop them. Your swarming inky form latched onto their body, reeling them closer into your insubstantial embrace. Their breathing was ragged, although unafraid; their arousal only growing more intense, overpowering any lingering fear with heightened desire.

You allowed for them to press into your form, feeling as evidence of their longing need pressed against your body, pulling them impossibly closer while the essence of your very being both shifted and moulded with theirs alike. With creeping tendrils spearing out like climbing stems under their robe, each flicker gently caressed over their clammy skin. Unable to quite determine where to touch or where to go, they simply just moved wherever felt right; pushing towards you with feverish need.

“Let me consume you…” you trailed off in a hungry whisper, willing them to move even further within your shadow, “let me devour you…” you repeated, again and again.

The pull grew stronger, almost somehow thicker as your very essence of being threatened to absorb them. Their gasping soon blurred into your droning breath, feeling themselves dissolve into your form and become one with you.

With continued encouragement, you eased them into the sensation, “Don’t try to fight it, let go of yourself and become me as I become you.”

As you finally allowed them to assimilate, the presence of a new consciousness formed, as though sharing a headspace with your own self the moment you allowed them to become one with you.

It was surely subtle enough, but trace hints of their imbued essence was surely still there; their ensnared hope for humanity burning bright within your core, ready to merge with and witness the end of the old world right at your side.

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kaely1916 · 10 months ago

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WHO IS THE JEALOUS ONE NOW? 🫣

Contex: In a case, Charles and Crystal had to work together. Charles thinks that Edwin is going to be sick with jealousy, but the situation turns out very different from his expectations...

*It had been months since Edwin had confessed to him in Hell. Charles said that nothing had changed, but the reality is that something changed for the better, because holy shit, Edwin, the best and most marvelous person he knows, is in love with him!*

*Honestly? Saying that he feels flattered is an understatement. Charles literally feels like he is on cloud nine, so maybe he has been a little too proud of this fact these days.*

"I think the best plan is to interview the victim's family together while Edwin keeps investigating in the office... Charles, are you listening to me?"

"Hehe😊"

"What?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking that Edwin is not going to be happy with that."

"Well, no shit, Sherlock, nothing new there.🥱"

"Heheh, I guess not, innit? 🤭"

"Okay... You are acting reeeallly weird right now. And you know what? I don’t even want to know the reason. Let's tell Edwin and finish the case as soon as possible."

*Charles and Crystal come to the office, where Edwin is already investigating with several papers around his desk.*

"Edwin, mate, Crystal and I were thinking of interviewing some possible witnesses while you keep doing your thing."

*Charles says with a little smile, almost predicting the glare and sharp comment from the other, but to his surprise, Edwin doesn’t even raise his eyes from the book in his hand.*

"Mhm. Okay."

"W-wait what?😦"

*Charles asks, connecting confused eyes with Crystal, who only shrugs her shoulders.*

"Mate? I said, Crystal and I are going to work."

"Mhm hm."

"Together."

"I heard you the first time, Charles."

"And everything is... fine?😕"

"You're okay with that?"

"Why wouldn’t I be? It’s a good idea. Just please be careful."

"Y-yeah... we will...☹️"

"...Okay, awkward😬... Let’s better get going."

"... See you later, mate, I suppose...😟"

"Yes, good luck, you two."

*Charles and Crystal leave the office (Crystal has to grab and drag Charles out).*

"Did you see his face???"

"Yes, Charles, yes I did."

"And his answer??? He didn’t even care!"

"Charles, for goodness' sake, I was there too.😮‍💨"

"And don’t you think that is... weird?"

"Yes? Maybe? I think that many of the things Edwin does are weird anyways. Besides, he didn’t react either when we were on the lighthouse case."

"Well no, but that’s just because he was going to meet with that wanker... WAIT😨. Do you think Edwin is seeing the Cat King again???"

"OMG, can you please stop acting like a toxic boyfriend and focus on the case?"

"I... I'm not acting like... that."

"You’re right, you’re more like a jealous husband on acid."

"Very funny, Crystal. You know what? Let’s finish this as soon as possible."

"Yes, you wouldn’t like to return and catch Edwin cheating on you."

"SO YOU THINK THAT HE IS SEEING HIM AGAIN???😫"

"Oh dear god.🙄"

The End? (I may or may not do a part 2 of this. 🤗)

#painland #charles x edwin #dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #payneland

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biancasaidstfu · 4 months ago

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I wonder what they’ll spiral over tomorrow. This game is getting predictable and exhausting. How do they find the energy to do this. 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Hopefully this sustains spiralers for a while because I’m so exhausted 😴

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teenidlegirl · 5 months ago

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(My prediction of what I think happened) Miguel left because he is secretly spiderman and has to save the multiverse, which results in him leaving because he knows that caring for a child, having a girlfriend and saving the multiverse is gonna be very stressful and is afraid he'll lose reader and the baby while saving the multiverse. (I know this is definitely NOT what happened but I'll just keep this mindset till the truth comes out and Miguel faces brutal consequences 😮‍💨)

if only… 😔 but it’s basically about fear and believing he will fail to protect you and the baby. i recently made a poll about the reason why miguel left so everyone has an idea why bro ditched.

i promise he will face the consequences and will fucking beg to you. 😈 chapter 14 will mainly be miguel’s pov and shit is about to go down for him. it’s still a wip but it’ll be worth it.

#⠀⠀૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა⠀˚⠀.⠀ℱ𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙⠀ ྀ⠀.⠀♡⠀#⠀⠀૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა⠀˚⠀.⠀ℬ𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝒪𝑓 𝒯ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℳ𝑒𝑠𝑠⠀ ྀ⠀.⠀♡⠀

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melanieph321 · 2 years ago

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Remember You and Me Part 7/8

Ruben done f*cked up, is all I can say. 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Summary - After a traffic accident reader is left with no memory of her life with Ruben, who desperately tries to get her to remember him.

Enjoy!

"Maybe it's better if she comes and stays with us?"

The headaches and memory shocks, not even the doctors had predicted how it would affect you. Your parents came to visit you while you were in the hospital. They were convinced that you should go back to live with them in the Netherlands.

"What do you say Ruben?" They asked.

He looked pale, grey bags visible underneath his eyes. You had been hospitalized for the past week. Ruben had been staying with you every night, leaving for training in the early morning and returning to you late in the evening.

"It's her choice." He mumbled.

Your parents turned to look at you, cradled in your hospital bed. "What do you say honey? Kom met ons mee? (Come with us?).

You were staring blankly into space, like you had been for the past week. It wasn't the memories that haunted you. It was the sense of loss. You had lost somthing that you never even remember having. But one thing was clear to you, somthing wasn't adding up. Someone wasn't telling you the truth, weather it was Ruben, your parents or Rachel. For all you knew all of them were keeping things from you, things like what actually happned to you on the day of your accident.

"I want to go home." You said, your dry lips parting slowly, the words barely making it out of your mouth.

"Home?" Your father questioned. "With us?"

You looked to Ruben. He looked on the verge of somthing, tears, collapsing, verbal confliction? It was hard to tell. Your gaze shifted back to your partners. "Yes." You nodded. "With you. I want to go home with you. "

Ruben bowed his head in defeated, in a way, accepting your choice.

"Okay honey, we'll get the doctors to sign you out."

Your parents left the room, leaving you and Ruben to an endless silence. He approached your bed, at first a bit hesitant to touch you. He then grabbed your hand and pulled up a chair to sit next to you. Your fingers rolled in the palm of his hand. He examined them, taking turns to press each one of them to his warm lips. You watched him. That was all. You just watched him with the sense of loss still devouring you from the inside out.

"Tell me...." Ruben said, gently putting your hand down. He raised his head to hold your gaze. He was unrecognizable, fatigue covering his face like a mask.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me what you remembered." He asked.

You watched him, his eyes read your soul like an open book.

"You remembered her, didn't you?" Ruben restrained his lips from quivering. "You remembered our baby girl."

You closed your eyes, tears escaping you lids. "I remember her, but I don't remember her. How is that Ruben?"

He shook his head. "I....I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know how to..."

"So you chose to lie to me?"

"Forgive me, Y/N. But I almost lost the both of you that day. I just couldn't..."

"Tell me." You pleaded. "Tell me what happened."

He shook his head, low sniffles leaving his mouth. "I can't, I can't go back to that night."

"You must."

Ruben looked down, watching your hand in his, however he was inconsolable, refusing to talk, refusing to tell you the truth.

"Then it's decided."

You let him go, creating distance between you.

"Y/N, please."

"I've tried so hard to remember Ruben. So fucking hard. And all this time you have been the one wanting me to forget."

"Y/N, I never..."

"Don't touch me!"

You drew your hand back.

"Y/N?

It was too late. You withdrew to lay in a cradled position, your eyes staring blankly into space. You felt nothing. All that was left was the loss and the pain.

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sophieinwonderland · 1 year ago

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Found a Hate Blog in The #Plural Tag. 😮‍💨

As I covered recently, "Plural" is an inclusive word with origins in endogenic and non-disordered systems.

If any anti-endo posts in the "#plural" tag or other inclusive tags, don't expect your DNIs to be respected.

They also are doing this knowingly. People have already tried to contact them about using the inclusive plural tag and the hate blog has stubbornly refused.

So if they're going to post in inclusive tags, I figured I might as well respond to some of their vent posts in anti-endo tags. As always, if anti-endos have a problem with this or feel boundaries are being unfairly crossed, please take it up with the hate blog I'm responding to that's invading our spaces.

Also, really weird how they just jump straight into saying "pro-endos" aren't systems either. Hate to break it to you, but there are a lot of traumagenic DID systems whose disorders and trauma are just valid as yours. And they manage to not be bigots too!

Wait... are they claiming that ALL dissociation can only be caused by trauma?

Although previous research has implicated a history of childhood trauma in the development of dissociative tendencies, insufficient cognizance (in this context) has been taken of the distinction between pathological and nonpathological dissociation. In this study, the relationship between childhood trauma and both pathological and nonpathological dissociation was investigated in a sample of 100 Australian adults. Pathological dissociation was positively predicted by dimensions of childhood trauma, but no such relationship was found for nonpathological dissociation (psychological absorption). The data are consistent with the traumagenic model of the dissociative disorders, but factors other than childhood trauma may also be pertinent.

Amazing how they compare us with anti-vaxxers while trying to claim all dissociation is traumagenic. This wasn't even hard to find. 🙄

"I don't care about any morals"

Well, at least you're up front about it.

Also, I tend to check the DID tags every now and then and you know what I don't see there? Endogenic systems!

"#Endo Safe" tags are more often than not used by pro-endo traumagenic systems.

Guess what! If you have DID, you get to post in the DID tags. Being a hateful bigot isn't a requirement! Anyone with DID has the right to post in the DID tags, and can tag their post as endo safe too!

Maybe you wouldn't get as many anons from endogenic systems if you stop posting in inclusive tags. Just a thought!

How are they harmful to the community again?

Weren't you just saying earlier that pro-endos were stealing resources? Now you're acknowledging that they're making resources for the community, but this is also bad?

LOL!

Genic labels literally only exist because of the pro-endo community. And the anti-endo community notoriously hates xeno-origins like NPD-genic. Yes, people will assume you're endo-safe when you use xeno-origins because these terms, like most resources in the plural community, were made by pro-endos.

Keep it up guys! It's working! We're spreading!

Sorry, I don't feel like rebutting anything here. I just appreciate seeing that our efforts are paying off!

The Future is Plural! 😁

Stop!

This talking point has been completely debunked.

System hopping was used by pro-endos 15 years before the earliest association with RAMCOA. The idea that it was a RAMCOA term is a total lie invented by anti-endos!

OSDD-1A and OSDD-1B are not actually official disorders. There is an OSDD. The first example, called OSDD-1 sometimes, gives two possible presentations. One with less distinct alters and amnesia, and another with no amnesia. But these aren't called OSDD-1a or OSDD-1b.

If your goal is education, this nuance is important.

Could it be because ASPEC people have dealt with a ton of exclusionism from some queer communities, and are more accepting of other people as a result? And perhaps they also recognize similarities between system exclusionists and queer exclusionists?

You're coming and posting in our tags!

That's why people keep interacting with you! "Plural" is a term coined by non-disordered systems, you've been told this, and you insist on posting in inclusive tags anyway!

You don't get to bust in someone's door, complain about them in their home, and then tell them not to interact with you! It doesn't work like that!

Funny how these are the only sources they can provide. And they exclusively deal with DID without even touching on other forms of plurality.

Anyway...

The ICD-11 says you can experience "multiple distinct personality states" without a dissociative disorder.

The creators of the theory of structural dissociation have said hypnosis and mediumship may involve self-conscious dissociative parts of the personality.

And Transgender Mental Health, written by Eric Yarbrough and published by the American Psychiatric Association (who publishes the DSM) says you can be plural without trauma or a disorder.

Sources repeatedly affirm that it's possible to be plural without trauma!

Anyone who claims it's impossible to be plural without trauma is either ignorant or lying.

And if you're going to keep spreading hate and misinformation, at least keep it out of inclusive tags!

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