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forgetful-nerd · 2 months
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I fully believe that if rottmnt came back (or, ya know, just continued as it should have), the mud dogs would’ve become the most inconvenient, pain-in-the-ass, reoccurring villains ever.
Mikey is out doing a simple grocery store run? Malicious Micky stole all the ingredients he needs from every store in town just to make the most atrocious meal known to man. And when Mikey tries to stop his unholy abomination of food—he somehow gets doped into diving headfirst into Mickey’s vile concoction, and it takes him weeks to get the smell off his shell.
April has an important test tomorrow? Dastardly Danny found a bazooka and made it her entire neighborhood’s problem. And when Donnie is pulled in for reinforcements, Danny ends up snatching some of his tech, and they go on a wild chase throughout the city as Donnie tries to pry his new inventions out of Danny’s hands, and Danny continuously evades him. By the end of the chase, Donnie does get his tech back, but Danny gives him the slip. And now he is stuck being blamed for millions of dollars worth of property damage and has to run for his life to evade the mob of angry New Yorkers.
Leo is attending a Jupiter Jim convention? Loathsome Leonard is there stealing every collector's item that Leo wants to purchase, and no matter how hard Leo tries to get someone…ANYONE to notice the blatant thieving…no one believes him as Leonard is slick and (surprisingly) charming. This leads to Leo getting lectured by security about making false accusations as Leonard smugly grins at him as he snatches another piece behind the security guard's back, with Leo having the biggest “are-you-fuckin’-kidding-me” face ever.
Raph wants to enjoy a quiet night to himself? Well, that’s too bad. Heinous Green just robbed a bank and, while making his escape, he threw one of the bags of money he was carrying at Raph, which makes Raph an unwilling decoy for the police. Raph spends the rest of the night trying to clear his name as he evades the police, and Heinous Green continues to commit crimes while framing Raph for them. And on top of all of that…..Heinous Green is a big shit-talker. So, whenever Raph is face-to-face with him, Heinous Green taunts him and gets under his skin, causing Raph to lose his cool, fall for his traps, and get framed for more crimes.
All of this culminates into the boys becoming so fed up with the mud dogs that any time they see them, it leads to a fight.
Until one day, while outside enjoying their day, they hear the mud dogs conversing in a dark alleyway. With each turtle having a personal vendetta against the gang, it doesn’t take much for them to agree to a sneak attack on the crew. With each turtle taking positions to block all exits from the alleyway, they spring into action. The rise! Brothers, thinking that they’ve finally gotten the jump on the mud dogs, throw themselves into their attack full-force.
Except, it wasn’t the mud dogs they were jumping. It was the 2012 TMNT boys. This is the start of their first inter-dimensional encounter with their counterparts.
And they are about to get off on the worst foot imaginable.
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milkkkkkkkkkk · 8 months
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cw: explicit content, oral sex, vaginal sex, afab!reader, teasing, smut, mdni
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"You were soaking wet from the storm outside. You made your last delivery for the day, but still couldn't go home. Will the offer for some hot cocoa turn a bad day to a good one?"
jim halpert x reader
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WORST DAY
You were thankful for your new job. It was awful most days, but thursdays... You had started working in delivery, pastries to be precise, and worked monday through thursday. And on that one last day, you got a weekly order from Dunder Mifflin. The receptionist always smiled at you, she was very sweet, and the guy who was apparently the boss didn't miss a chance to make an inappropriate comment. But there was a reason you kept making these deliveries, even if you could ask someone else to do them. You met his gaze, a couple desks over. There he was, brown wavy hair and soft eyes. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, and you heart raced a little. You held his gaze, not wanting to seem shy, and he looked down a couple of seconds later, showing a small grin on his face. That was the highlight of your weeks. The donut delivery to Dunder Mifflin.
One day he started to receive and sign the deliveries himself, taking the chance to make small talk, ask about your day or maybe your plans for the weekend. You surprisingly found him really easy to talk to, and learned that his name was Jim, his birthday was october first and he always had jam and cheese sandwiches for lunch. Your crush had developed into something more than just your heart skipping a beat. You'd noticed his eyes trailing down your body, and him leaning a little bit closer than needed, and how easy he made you squirm. You wanted him, and the tension between you two was undeniable.
That was your routine for a little over three months, stealing glances and hidden smiles, talking and flirting a little before you had to go. You'd grown comfortable around each other. And that had been your regular schedule, never a mishap. But today was different. The rain had you almost completely soaked, but you were making sure that your tiny umbrella covered the donuts completely and kept them dry, even if it was at your expense. You struggled to open the front door and at the exact moment you managed to get in you crashed into someone, resulting in a box of donuts on the ground. Thankfully the box was sealed with tape and none of the donuts actually hit the floor, but the glaze was messed up. You scrambled and mumbled a string of apologies, mentally cursing yourself and everyone else. You had a rough morning, and this was just making your day worse.
Gentle hands met yours when trying to lift the box off the ground, and as you looked up from underneath your long eyelashes, you met the gaze you were so familiar with. He looked a bit worried, and his mouth moved, saying something you didn't hear, you were too busy trying to comprehend what was happening.
You started to realize the state you were in, and asked a soft "Sorry?"
He smiled and asked "Are you okay?" while getting up from the ground with you.
"Oh," you chuckled slightly "Yeah I'm okay, I'm just having a little bit of a bad day."
"Strong storm outside..." He trailed off looking at the window to the rain outside. To be honest, it was raining pretty hard.
You took the chance to look at him for a second, taking in his wet hair and sticky shirt. Thinking he must've got caught up in the storm as well, and scolding yourself for staring.
"So um... Do you have any plans for today?" He suddenly asked, locking his eyes with yours.
"Thankfully this is my last delivery for the day, though I can't really go home, they're fixing a leak" You sighed, thinking how you couldn't even relax at home during the storm. You'd end up in a library maybe, you'd have to hope they'd let you in with soaked clothes.
"Im uh, done for the day, got off early," He started, "We could maybe go to my place" He suggested and you looked at him.
"I make killer hot cocoa" He finished with an enticing grin.
You considered it, it would be a chance to get closer, and maybe more...
You finished the delivery, deeply apologizing to the receptionist and after explaining the situation and the state of the donuts, you assured her the next delivery would be free of cost.
Finally, you opened the door to his car. He was waiting for you outside of the building, and turned on the heat to warm up. He lived 20 minutes away from his office, and actually closer to your apartment too. You walked into his flat, looking at the simple and a little bit messy living room.
"I'll bring some dry clothes for you" He said, disappearing into what you assumed was his bedroom. You took the chance to walk around the kitchen, it was clean and organized. He reappeared with a black t-shirt, some red and black pajama pants and a towel.
"These pants were my brother's, I think they'll fit" He said as he handed you the dry clothes. "The bathroom is over there" He pointed to a white door.
You thanked him and went into the bathroom, locking eyes with him as you closed the door, intentionally leaving a gap big enough to catch a peak. You turned your back to the door as you started to undress, feeling his eyes on you. You unbuttoned your shirt, and slowly slipped it from your shoulders until it hit the floor. The bathroom was directly across the couch in the living room. And you heard him as he sat down to enjoy the show. That made you even more giddy, and slick with anticipation. You unclasped your bra and took it off before moving to your pants. They were made out of soft fabric that was easy to remove from you body, and they dropped to the floor. Toeing off your shoes, you finally put on the t-shirt he gave you. You could tell he wore it often, it smelled strongly like him, and that made you wet. You grabbed the towel and put it around your neck, drying your hair a little, and walked out of the bathroom, to stand directly in front of him in only a shirt and panties.
"The pants didnt fit."
He was sitting on the couch, man spreading, one of his arms thrown over the back rest of the couch and the other one resting in his thigh. The first three buttons of his white shirt were open, and his tie ditched on the floor, his hair messier. The mood had changed completely, there was a clear sexual tension and heaviness in the air. His eyes had darkened, like his expression, and he looked directly at you. Looking at his shirt on your body had an effect on him. The hem of the shirt was just below your ass, and your perky nipples showed through the soft material. He didn't say anything and just stared, taking in the sight, and you noticed the growing bulge in his pants.
You took a step forward, and he stared at your eyes, finally smiling at you, a different kind of smile to the one he offered every thursday. Maybe today wouldn't be such a bad day.
You finished walking towards him, standing in between his legs, and you placed a hand on his cheek, making him look up. His eyes were hungry, and his hands acted like so. He started on your legs, caressing them, moving up to your thighs and then your waist and your back. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling his head towards your abdomen. After a few minutes he finally grabbed at your ass, looking up from your abdomen and pulling you to sit on his lap, straddling him.
You felt him then, hard and big underneath you. Leaning down, your breaths mingled, your hands moved to his neck as his hands cupped your ass. You were so close, yet your lips weren't touching.
"Are you sure?" He whispered.
"Yes." You whispered back before he kissed you. Slowly at first, as if he was memorizing how your lips felt on his, or how soft your skin was beneath his hands. He began kissing you more deeply, almost desperately, and you wondered if he had wanted you as long as you had wanted him.
He squeezed your ass, making you open your mouth to let out a sudden moan and he took that chance to make his tongue meet yours. He explored every inch of your mouth, and you started pressing down on his hard cock. You were in a state of bliss, and wanted to take the next step. Moving your hands from his neck you moved to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them and revealing a toned build. You finished unbuttoning his shirt and ran your hands through his chest. Your legs moved away from his sides and onto the floor between his legs. One of his hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with such and ease that it made it incredibly arousing. You dragged his pants and his boxers down in one go, not wanting to take more time, desperate to have his dick in your mouth.
It was big, and it had a nice girth to it. You stared at it, your mouth already watering. One of your hands grabbed it by the base, and your tongue drew a line from the base to the tip. He threw his head back, finding the sight of you unbelievably hot. He gave himself to the feeling of your mouth on his dick. After teasing a little, your lips wraped around the tip of his member, earning a small gasp from his mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, before hollowing your cheeks for a few seconds and letting go, making a popping sound. You spat on it, before putting it in your mouth again. You continued, feeling one of his hands tangle in your hair. You bobbed up and down for a few minutes, before your needs started to feel unbearable. A string of saliva connected your mouth and his dick when you pulled away, looking up at him. You found his eyes staring right back, with an expression you couldn't read. You stood up, standing in between his legs again, and his hands found their way to the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs until they were on the floor. He wet his lips, his eyes filled with lust and anticipation. He gently pushed you to the couch, making you lay on your back, and you were suddenly feeling a little embarrassed when he opened your legs to get a good look at you. You were flushed, and Jim was delighted to see you like that, so impossibly lewd.
He bent down, kissing you right below the belly button, and he continued leaving a trail of kisses leading right to your pussy. He only gave one kiss to your clit before moving away, kissing the inside of your thighs, the sides of your abdomen, and getting so close to your pussy it was almost torture. He was slow, as if he was enjoying tormenting you.
"J-Jim please...."
He froze for one second before turning his eyes to you.
"Are you begging?" He asked in a mixture of disbelief and lust.
You looked away, pouty. "I guess I am" You said sheepishly.
You couldn't have known the effect that had on Jim, to see you begging for him, sprawled in his couch, wearing your shirt, and so wet for him. He would've liked to keep going, to keep teasing you, but you were so irresistible looking like that... that he couldn't help it. He kissed you pussy, finally, earning a moan from your mouth. You didn't know if he had neighbors, so you tried to stifle the sounds coming from your mouth as he started to dive right in your folds. He swiped his tongue over and over, sucking on your clit, plunging his tongue into your hole, making you a moaning mess. You couldn't stand it anymore, you needed him, needed to feel full of him. Would he fuck you if you begged?
"Mnhn... Jim... please fuck me"
That was all he needed to hear before kneeling on the couch, one hand on the handrest behind your head, the other grabbing at your thigh, looking at you with hunger. He grabbed the base of his dick, swiping his tip on your slick folds and earning soft sounds from you. He was tremendously hard. He aligned himself at your entrance before looking at you for approval. You nodded.
You felt the mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed in, stretching you, going deeper and deeper, before he was all in. He waited a moment before slowly pulling back out, and going back in. He kept a torturously unhurried pace, making sure you were comfortable, and enjoying it as much as he was. He had a knack for teasing you, for making you beg, you realized. When you were ready to pick up the pace, you looked up at him, hands on his chest.
"Faster...please"
He buried his head on your neck, and you wrapped your hands around his back. He started to go faster, slapping sounds filling the room, mixing with the ongoing storm outside. He felt so incredibly good inside you, you could hear the little sounds coming from him, his hands gripping your skin, his lips leaving a mark at the crook of your neck. You felt a familiar sensation starting to build in your lower abdomen, the fast steady pace of him hitting a particular spot inside you that made you feel better than you ever had. The sex was mimd boggling. You were so close.
"Jim...ah...I-I'm gonna..." You said through strained breaths.
He kept his pace, gripping you tighter, the knot snapping. You moaned, gasping for air, feeling overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your sensitive parts being overstimulated by him, now going at an uneven pace, chasing his own release. He moaned and pulled out, sticky white strings shot out of him, landing on your chest and stomach. His load was big, and he kissed you when he finished.
You were both exhausted, but he still stood up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and clean clothes and asked if you wanted to take a shower. You did, and wore the comfy hoodie he gave you. While you were in the shower he cleaned the couch and started preparing some hot cocoa. You emerged from the bathroom, taking in the sight in front of you. Shirtless Jim, preparing hot cocoa for both of you. A blanket on the couch and some snacks on the table. You could get used to this. His back was turned to you, and you suddenly felt the need to hug him. You wondered if it would be okay, or if it would be crossing a line. You decided to risk it as you walked up to him from behind. Your hands slithered around him and he flinched. A sudden wave of disappointment hit you, and you tried to pulled away before his hands grabbed yours, and pulled them around him.
"Your hands are cold"
He said as he turned his head to smile at you. Relief washed over you, and you melted on his back, before he turned around completely, leaning on the counter.
"I need to take a shower" Was all he said before pecking your lips and disappearing into the bathroom for 10 minutes. You decided to make yourself comfortable on the couch, pulling the blanket over your body. He got out of the bathroom with wet hair, and you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked. You then realized what just happened. You just had the best sex of your life with Jim Halpert. And you were in his apartment, in his clothes, waiting for the hot cocoa he made for you. You blushed, today was truly an out of the ordinary day.
He went into the kitchen and came back with two mugs. He put on a show and you drank your hot cocoa, talking about whatever came to mind. It was truly a killer hot cocoa, and you hoped to have it again. Soon, you had both finished your drinks and now were cuddling on the couch, his arms lazily hung around your body, and you were playing with his hair.
"Let me take you out on a date" He said out of nowhere, and he smiled when you met his gaze. You returned the smile, agreeing to meet tomorrow for dinner. Your bad day had turned out to be the best day you've had in years. You gave into the cozy feeling of being in his arms, taking in his scent and his warmth, and fell asleep to his fingers drawing circles on your skin.
note: hi!! im new to tumblr so im sorry if my posts look a little weird. this was originally posted on ao3 with the same name. i hope you liked it!! <3
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madeofmemories-writing · 10 months
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Read You can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest (Resuscitate) on AO3 or below the cut
Summary:
“Jimmy, I need you to kill me.” / Joel goes hand in hand with death far too often and comes away with blood dripping down his hands. But now he has jimmy. Someone who would stain their hands with the same blood, step in the line between him and death to defend him. Alliances were a novelty he hadn’t truly appreciated till that moment. And he has Jimmy to thank for that. or, what if Joel broke the curse?
“Jimmy. Jimmy,” Joel cajoled, gripping onto Jimmy’s jacket preventing him from moving anywhere on the Skynet, forcing him to look away from the TNT minecart falling futilely to the ground below.
Jimmy, desperation in his eyes, stared back at him. “Joel— I’m, I’m going to die.”
The fear in his quivering voice was obvious. And it hurt him so much.
God. When he first teamed up with the bad boys, he knew in his heart that he would give them the world if he could; his kills, his time, everything and more. It was terrible to feel so helpless to do anything—
“Jimmy, I need you to kill me.”
—Except for one thing.
“What?” Jimmy whispered, pained confusion lacing his tone. “No. No! I don’t want you to do this!”
He covered Joel’s hand that was on him with his own, gripping it twice as hard. Joel had a sad smile on his face, a sweet placating gesture that tried to convey everything he couldn’t voice.
“Jim. It’s ok. It’s ok. Push me off the ledge.”
He relaxed the hand gripping onto Jimmy’s jacket, resting his palm over it instead.
And took a step back till his heels were off the bridge.
Balancing on the balls of his feet and treacherously hanging off the ledge, Joel waited for Jimmy to make the next move.
Jimmy was frozen in shock. It was all too easy to see the terror that kept him there behind those dark lenses.
He would gladly give Jimmy all the time to make this decision. Give all of his time.
Jimmy finally found his voice then, pleading to him: “Joel, I don’t want you to do this.”
“Well, sucks because I want to and you can’t stop me.”
“Look, Timmy if you don’t want to kill Joel, kill me instead,” Grian stepped in, reasoning, “I’ve got way more hours than both of you and I was going to do it anyway.”
“I don’t want to kill either of you!”
“That’s why it’s not your choice,”—as Joel said this, he leaned back letting gravity take him. The only thing keeping him on Skynet was Jimmy’s newly strengthened grip on his arm and his own shoes scraping the edges of the bridge.
“Joel!” the others screamed in unison.
Grian jolted to reach out to him while Jimmy took another hand to grip onto Joel’s shoulder trying desperately to keep hold of the dead weight.
“Jimmy, let go. Don’t worry, guys. I’ll respawn. Meet you back at the base. So you best get on with it or—“
“No! Joel, you’re going to kill yourself for nothing! You can’t— you can’t just kill yourself for me!”
“I’d do anything for you, Jim.”
“Then you’d live for me,” he replied, voice equally as quiet.
“Please,” Joel begged, taking on an uncannily vulnerable edge to himself, “let me do this.”
Jimmy hesitated. He turned to Grian, and met eyes with him.
Grian looked just as lost as he felt, yet, despite everything, he said: “I think you should do it.”
The world went quiet.
The wind whipped around them relentlessly at this height.
And when Jimmy let go, the air rushed to his ears, his heartbeat escalating. As Joel reflexively jerked his arms out before letting himself fall.
He locked eyes with Jimmy as the ground came closer, his face surprisingly serene.
His body hit the ground, one last choked exhale and he dematerialised to his respawn point.
Leaving only a bloodstain of an impact.
Smallishbeans fell from a high place.
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He and Jimmy were just going to make their way to Skynet to congratulate Grian on his insane quad kill when he died. Unbelievable! He didn’t think they would get attacked so suddenly by Scott and TIES or whoever else who respawned right in front of them.
Actually, now that he thought about it, they were gloating about how they got completely destroyed by a singular TNT minecart and how devastated they must have felt. So Joel probably deserved the arrow that caused him to fall off the bridge during their very tactical retreat back to base (incredibly calm, suave and not cowardly at all).
And it was fall damage too! Gah, he can’t escape from that stupid death message, it wasn’t even the cool “was doomed to fall” so he could figure who’s blumming arrow it was.
It was impossible to tell with Etho and the others all having their crossbows loaded and firing at him and– Jimmy.
He stopped in his tracks and opened his comms.
Jimmy died. Killed by fireworks. By Etho— who was the boogeyman.
Which didn’t make sense.
Okay back up, so he knew he was supposed to be this heartless, cruel red life. He was well aware of his reputation. A red life doesn’t just keep track of a friend’s- an ally’s time. But he couldn’t help it. There’s another timer above his, ticking down the same seconds, different hours.
And that kill should've taken Jimmy out of the game.
The sound of a ladder creaking brought him out of his thoughts. “Oh, Grian,” Joel greeted as he watched Grian climb down the podcast ladder. 
He would’ve continued by saying something about the TNT kill but everything just felt off. Grian was nervously rubbing the hem of his bad boy jacket gaze unfixed as he landed on the roof, and Joel had an inkling as to what might cause such a tell.
Grian minutely flinched, surprised, before schooling his expression. He hummed absently in reply, keeping his gaze locked on the ground below, walking up to him on the potato pier. It was only through body language that he beckoned him to continue.
“So, Etho was the boogeyman,” he started, “Jimmy would have lost two hours. And I know for a fact that he doesn’t have that time on him.”
“Oh really?” Grian kept his tone light, “well— thanks for pointing that out—“ he pulled out his admin screen “—I guess he’s out first for another—”
Joel gripped his arm and thrusted it away from the screen. “No!”
Joel underestimated his strength as Grian stumbled backwards into the crops. So, he might have gone overboard on that one. Oops.
He adjusted his grip to pull Grian up and stared into his eyes seriously, “I wasn’t— I don’t want you to change that. But— it’s not fair is it? So, I’ll make up for it. Take my time in exchange for Jim’s.”
There was a pause.
“Of course you would know Tim’s timer down to the minute,” Grian huffed helplessly in lieu of answering.
Grian wasn’t even planning on killing Jimmy through admin powers, he just needed to know where Joel stood on that discrepancy. He had hoped that no one would point it out. All none the wiser to what he had done. No one had to know he tampered with the rules, right? Sure, the Canary Curse had always been something he looked forward to, but a permadeath by boogey kill felt too anticlimactic? Unfair?
Of course, it would be Joel to break the picture perfect situation of ignorance… But perhaps he could be useful for something else.
“Look, Joel. I can’t do that,” Grian stood up slowly, hands raised in a calming manner.
As if he were a wild animal out to attack. Joel wrinkled his nose in distaste, anger riling him up. “Why not?
“There has to be some way! I’ll— I don't know— I'll let Etho take an hour from me. Um— I'll give Jimmy a full hour and you can take it away. Please,”— he squeezed Grian’s arm, shaking it in desperation —“anything.”
“If you’d let me finish,” Grian began pointedly.
“I might not be able to do anything, but you can.”
Oh. Joel sighed in relief, tension dissipated. Whatever it was, count him in.
Because, Well— You see, everything Joel had done this season was course correcting.
Stop being a hermit among hermits and try to get some allies.
Stop being so flammable; hence the water bucket in his hotbar, submerged builds in water, he even used some less flammable material in said builds (mostly).
And from the moment he first paired with Jimmy, he was gonna stop Jimmy from dying first. So, damn it, he was not going to let this chance slip by.
Grian sighed in exasperation, shaking him out of his stupor. “I wish you hadn’t pointed it out,” he said, but his smile softened as he glanced up at Joel, “but we’ll be better off for it.”
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The journey back to the base was quiet. They carefully navigated the precarious line of blocks all the way to their bakery, on the lookout for anyone aiming to take a shot. Weapons and shields at the ready.
Grian contemplated confessing to Jimmy about their plan. That they both inadvertently hastened the Canary Curse and were trying to fix it behind his back. It weighed on him in a way he didn’t expect it too.
But he stayed silent.
And it was silent still when they took stock inside Grian’s loaf house where Joel entered to greet them.
Jimmy broke it first. “We need to talk,” simple and direct but with all the emotion brewing in him from that entire sequence of events.
His eyes tracked Joel as he moved about the room, restless as he fiddled with the straps of his armour and walked about from chest to chest reorganising his inventory and his thoughts. Finally ready, he turned to face Jimmy and took a breath.
“Joel, what— why did you do that?” Jimmy found his footing in the conversation and followed the momentum. “You don’t— y-you shouldn’t have to do this for me.”
Against the weight of Jimmy’s disapproving frown, the words were hard to push out. How could Joel even begin to describe what he needed to do for him. Where to begin when there’s so much in the gaps of what he says, so much so that it doesn’t come out as well as he thinks it.
“Every life game, you die first,” he started, stilted and tense yet he continued, “And it can be funny or whatever but not this time. I- I want you here.”
Jimmy’s face was downturned, partially shadowed but visibly conflicted. But what was worse was when he looked up at Joel and his eyes were anguished, tears building up.
It should have made him guilty. A sliver of remorse at what he did. At what he made Jimmy do.
And maybe it was the red taking over but he didn’t feel that at all.
Because this is what Joel can do for Jimmy.
An hour for Jimmy’s thirty minutes. His time was nothing in comparison to that.
“Do you trust me?” Joel had to ask.
It was a loaded question. He knew this, and he knew, hoped, that Jimmy would say yes. Realise that it all went back to trust and loyalty and service. Realise the lengths he would go to, to break a curse.
Jimmy was torn. Not over his answer– it was and always will be yes. But the way Joel sprung that question out of nowhere, how he would react to his answer, how he would twist it. A noble cause with all its suffering.
“Yes,” he said finally, a little reluctant but genuine all the same.
“Then you need to kill me again. We’re going down together alright?” Joel reassured as he took out his own sword.
He guided Jimmy’s hand to the hilt and brought the blade to his neck. And Jimmy, who couldn’t bear to look, inhaled and slit his Bad Boy’s throat. All while turned away.
He only heard blood splatter, a choked wheeze, knees thud onto the ground.
“…’re even now.”
Jimmy heard that too despite the blood that was definitely pouring from Joel’s mouth, he still had to get the last word in.
Smallishbeans was slain by SolidarityGaming
An almost awkward silence fell over them again as they stared at the blood splattered on the wooden planks that once laid Joel.
They heard a door open and watched as Joel, newly respawned, leaned against the entrance.
“Alright then,” Joel straightened up, “let’s get some more kills, shall we?”
To their half-hearted cheers of agreement, powered by an eagerness to move on to a lighter topic but halted by the very gruesome death that happened seconds earlier, Joel jumped from the balcony. Understandably, causing their hearts to jump to their throats in panic. He was always the one to be so reckless, and obviously he was the one least traumatised by his death to be so cheerful.
They followed him outside when—
Smallishbeans fell from a high place.
What the f—
The chat exploded in the cries of the others. Confusion, surprise, horror.
Joel had consecutively died three times in the span of less than an hour, and from what any outsider could surmise, he was literally at death’s door.
-
He never had this before. An ally, that is.
When Joel was one of the last on green and the entire server was coming for him, he ran as he always did. He didn’t stop to consider asking for help.
He was used to running alone; made it a brand, made it a challenge, made it become an afterthought. So when the consequences of his own actions were knocking at the door, he’d find himself a way out. He relied on that for so long in the life series, the will to survive and push through alone, to not need to rely on or be a burden to anyone else.
But here’s what was different.
As he ran, Jimmy said to him to get away while he held them off. He said, “I’ll protect you.” And he meant it.
He loaded his crossbow and equipped his shield, and shot into the coming crowd. Drew out his sword when they got too close. Let Joel take refuge in the water as Jimmy took on an entire server.
For him.
Joel goes hand in hand with death far too often. He wins and loses but he comes back with blood dripping down his hands either way. He lets red overtake his vision and pretends that the spots on his eyes have always been there. That blood has always been so vibrant. But now he has jimmy. Someone who would stain their hands with the same blood, step in the line between him and death to defend him.
And sure, he might’ve died in the end. Slain by Etho who was all too eager to kill him; inevitable really. But— alliances were a novelty he hadn’t truly appreciated till that moment.
And he has Jimmy to thank for that.
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Jimmy and Grian didn’t have time to respond as they heard Joel’s muffled scream from where they stood.
Joel burst through the door of his spudmarine. His hair was more of a mess than usual, his eyes were alight with panic. “I have twenty minutes!” he shouted.
He sprinted up to them and vigorously shook their shoulders with both arms, screaming once again. As the Bad Boys are wont to do, they screamed with him.
“Joel, kill me! Take back the time!” Jimmy hurriedly offered, taking out his sword.
Grian shoved him away, “I have more time! I can give you more time!”
It dissolved into a scuffle as both of them argued as to who would sacrifice their time for Joel, which quickly turned into a physical brawl that landed them both on the floor.
Joel was too busy panicking to intervene. He died to a bloody glass pane over the water, he would’ve never seen it from the height he fell from! How had it turned so wrong so quickly?
He stopped— Twenty minutes… this could be it.
He snapped out of it, stepping in to prevent the fight between the boys from getting more violent and pulled them up to stand.
“Guys,” he started gravely, “I’m not gonna make it.”
“What,” Grian and Jimmy said in unison, not even a question. They couldn’t believe— didn’t want to believe what was happening.
Jimmy still held his sword, tightened in a white knuckled grip. And Joel took that as his chance.
Faster than Jimmy could react, Joel took Jimmy’s hand holding the sword and plunged it in his own chest.
Jimmy’s eyes were wide with horror. They were in silent shock, paused at the sight.
A beat.
Joel shuddered, legs weakening and he slumped forward to him. Jimmy grunted, stumbling backwards and instinctively wrapped his other arm around his back, below the stab wound. Grian quickly acted, steadying both of them and together, they slowly sank to the floor.
They were all ragged breathing and frenzied minds.
“You idiot Joel.” Grian’s voice was quiet and watery. He strongly clasped both of their shoulders and leaned his head against Joel’s temple.
Joel wheezed out a laugh cut short as he began hissing in pain. “I’m a bad boy, Grian. What can… what can I say?”
“I-I… Joel. What have you done?”
“Jim, I-“ whatever Joel wanted to say was cut off as his body wracked in pain. Sweat streaked down his face along his back. He painstakingly let go of the sword and placed his hands over Jimmy’s shoulder heavily, forcing him to look at Joel.
Both of them panting, from exertion and shock, something in him broke and a tear fell despite his attempts to keep it together.
“You’ve never given me a choice, huh?” Jimmy said, a furiousness in spite of his whispered words.
But Joel knew that it wasn’t anger at him; he was all too familiar with the sound of grief in a voice. He pulled Jimmy into an even deeper hug.
With Jimmy huddled close, Joel raised his head to look at Grian who was watching them.
Grian met his eyes and nodded and Joel could only feel relief.
So, he closed his eyes.
And lightning struck for the first time on the server.
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Hi!! Could you do HCs for kyle, jimmy and stan with a reader on their period??
╭ . . . Periods ੭
• ➛kyle / jimmy / stan x fem reader ╰ warnings / notes :: Corse i can <3 ! swearing, slight ooc. I'll try to post a part 3 of 'a guide to becoming noticeable' later or tomorrow
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KYLE BROFLOVSKI - ✮ •
━ Surprisingly, KYLE actually knows quite a lot about periods so he'll be of a lot of help !
━ He'll bring you snacks and those heat packs / pads if you want
━ hell, if you asked he'll even go buy you pads / tampons just show him the specific one you want with a picture, he'll probably be so shit at finding the actual stuff you need with just a description
━ he'll call you up like " Hey uhm, babe, what- what kind do you want again ? "
━ If you ever have mood swings he'll switch up too to try and help you, like if you're sad he will comfort you as best as he can, if you're angry he's trying to calm you down " HEY ! Sweetheart ! It's okay- everything its fine ! "
━ If he has free time from studying or working he'll sit with you and watch whatever you wanna.
" Hey babe " Kyle gave you a nervous smile, when he left the house you were completely pissed at him- so much so that you were close to screaming profanities at him but now you just looked sad, once hearing his voice you perked up giving your boyfriend a sad smile " Kyle ! " You leaped off of the settee and ran into his arms, practically in tears- your mood swings and cramps caused to be in a hysteria. Kyle sighed, in slight relief as you weren't angry with him anymore " Yes, i'm here- you okay ? or at least feeling better than this morning? " he kissed your forehead and you shaking your head was all that was needed for kyle to sweep you off of your feet and carry you to your shared bedroom, ready to lay with you and watch whatever caught your eye.
JIMMY VALMER - ✮ •
━ unfortunately for you, JIMMY doesn't know much when it comes to periods just that you bleed.
━ yeah, when he was taught puberty he wasnt paying attention, now this is biting him in the ass. hard.
━ you'll have to explain everything to him while trying not to tear your uterus out due to the sheer pain and soon enough he knows more than he ever did.
━ you learn something new everyday, eh?
━ When ever you're sad or anything Jimmy will try to crack some jokes to lighten the mood and your own one- " Hey b-b-babe, w-what did the ah-ahh .... what did the ah-ahs .... what did the butt cheek say to the o-other ? "
━ When ever you send him out to get pads / tampons he'll probably call you up asking " Hey ba-baby, im in t-the p-pad isle, what size p-pussy you got ? "
━ he saw the meme on twitter once and thought is was funny asf
━ But seriously when you need someone to talk to or just lay with he'll always be there for you.
" you al-alright there [ n-name ] ? " your boyfriend grinned at you, seeing that your mood has lightened after one of his jokes, it even made you laugh after you seemed to be in such a bad mood- its that or your mood switched again " Yeah ! I loved that joke Jim ! " You laughed softly before leaning against him, enjoying his company " G-glad ya did " he looked over at you " w-wanna go watch [ f-f-favorite youtuber ] ? " with a nod the two of you retreated back to the room you both shared ready to laugh and just enjoy yourself before your period cramps started to kill you once more.
STANLY MARSH - ✮ •
━ If you think Jimmy didnt know anything about periods you clearly haven't met STANLY MARSH.
━ When you first started your period in your relationship, he was freaking out and genuinely thought you were dying, you calmed him down a bit before you rushed into the bathroom yelling something about ' heat packs ' .
━ Stan called his dad, hoping the man knew something about periods since, y'know he's not only married but also has a daughter. But, as per usual, RANDY was of no help; " Stanly, listen to me carefully- dont piss of a girl on her period. They get scary "
━ This thus left Stan to continue to be confused.
━ Later though you explained everything to stan, clearly things up for him and jesus christ he was a HUGE help after.
━ Shamelessly buys you pads and tampons. All sizes, winged and not winged, for regular periods and heavy ones. " Surprise? I just wanted to surprise you baby, plus now we wont have to buy some for a while ! "
━ He'll also get you food, usually something you mentioned to like! then he'll just lay with you and ramble about his day- and listen to yours.
" STAN ! " you yelped, a blush creeping onto your tear stained face, clearly you werent expecting your loving boyfriend to pick you up after he found you in the bathroom, gripping onto your legs as tight as you can to try and subdue the pain of your cramps until you found a heat pack. " Calm down, i'm bringing you to bed, there's food there and heat packs, we ran out so i bought more " he rambled while walking to the bedroom, a proud smile on his face. Laying you down on the bed he himself laied down next to you, holding you close to him pressing kisses on your face " So- tell me about your day "
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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty five: As The World Caves In (25/?)
(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)
Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.
Chapter Summary: Merlin and the trollhunter team make Jim take a decision. Y/n and Douxie have their last night on earth.
Word count: 4150
Warnings: a lil of angst. +16 stuff, implied smut, nothing explicit
See episode ten of Trollhunters before reading for extra rage!
(Season 3 Episodes 9, 10)
Song?: As The World Caves In by Sarah Cothran
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“We’re home, mom! Y/n! Merlin?” Y/n heard the front door opening “Got the stuff you needed”
Her heart increased its already fast pace.
“He is going to kill me” she whispered as she looked up at the couple surviving pieces of Jim’s vespa laying on the garage’s table from her place on the floor.
“Ugh” Merlin rolled his eyes. The wizard was tired of the girl’s nervousness.
Y/n ignored him. She tried and tried to explain to him how important the vespa was but it didn’t seem to matter to him. It didn’t fit his logic, if it does fit what Merlin already believes, he won't try to do it any other way.
“What’s that smell?” Toby complained.
“Hell” Y/n screamed to the trollhunter team that were still at the door.
“We’re in the garage” Blinky announced.
Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were still impregnated by the horrid smell of the cave where Merlin sent them to look for something that he didn’t allow Y/n to see.
Jim followed the voice of the troll, opening the door followed by Toby and Claire carrying the trophies of their conquest.
“It appears your little excursion was just as fruitful as our own” Blinky pointed to the table.
“My vespa?” Jim screamed, only being able to focus on the remains of his bike.
“I’m so sorry, Jim” Y/n stood up.
“Aaah” he dropped to the floor in agony “what did you do?”
“I put it to much better use” Merlin nodded and Y/n pulled one of the covers “This one is for Tobias”
“What?! We got armors too?!” Toby screamed as the sheet fell to the ground revealing an orange suit of armor “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this! So cool! So cool!” He ran up to it to look it up closer. With one of his finger, he carefully caresed the metal “Look how shiny it is”
Y/n smiled, happy that her work with Jim’s bike had made him so happy. She took a step back and looked at her father before revealing the last one.
“And this one is for Lady Claire” Merlin said as the sheet fell revealing a purple set of armor.
“Oh. Wow” Claire breathed “Holy guacamole”
“Do you like it?” Y/n smiled “I used purple because is totally your color”
“Yes” the girl carefully touched the metal “You did this?”
“I like mine better” Toby stated.
“I’m glad. I did it thinking of you” Y/n chuckled, turning to Claire “Yeah. I’m going to have metal under my nails for a hundred years”
“Wow. Thanks. It’s amazing” Claire smiled.
Y/n blushed. She took a step back to observe the happiness her work has made.
“Good work” Merlin ruffled Y/n hair.
She smiled back to her father. Besides being forced to destroy her brother’s bike the afternoon was very tame, nice even. Merlin let her take the lead in the design and construction of the armors. Father and daughter working together side by side on the floor of the garage, recounting old memories in between the comfortable silence.
“That’s surprisingly nice of you, Merlin” Jim said.
“Quick query” Blinky wasn’t as trusty as his student “If we’ve been collecting items for a spell to thwart Gunmar, then why would they require armor?”
“A spell? You thought we would stop Gunmar and Angor Rot without going to war?” Merlin couldn't believe the ingenuity of the troll.
Y/n shifted in her place. They still haven’t recovered from the consequences from the last war but Merlin was right. There wasn’t any other way
“Do you have sand for brains?” The wizard started pacing.
“Wait, a war?” Jim asked.
“Once freed,” Merlin cracked his neck “Morgana will attempt to bring forth the Eternal Night”
“Free Morgana?” Y/n’s voice came out more hopeful than she wanted to.
“Sounds like you’re saying you’re not going to stop Gunmar from freeing that witch” Claire stopped playing with her new armor and turned to the wizard.
“Oh, did I not make myself clear? I’m not here to stop Gunmar” Merlin clenched his fists behind his back. Y/n frowned, she only saw him do this a couple of times: once when Douxie wouldn’t shut up about his staff after almost dying and a couple of times when discussing important matters with King Arthur “I’m here to kill Morgana”
Y/n felt her knees give out. She walked back until she found a solid surface, a wall to hold the weight of her soul. Maybe it was naive, childish even but all these years she hoped to bring back the Morgana she knew, that maybe, if they gave her enough time, Y/n could find a way to bring back the sister she once knew, but with this war, Merlin wouldn’t give her the time.
Her father’s possible words resonated in her mind “Grow up, Y/n! She’s a monster! She’s never going to change! We have to kill her, now!” She would cry and her father would mellow, he would understand the grief her daughter is going through and say “I’m sorry, Birdie but there is no other way”
“And maybe there’s no other way. Maybe I have to grow up. Maybe my sister has been dead this whole time” she thought.
“Jim. Jim. Jim!” Y/n was brought back by Claire’s screams.
“Want to weigh in here?” An irritated Toby asked the trollhunter “Merlin just dropped the bomb we have to let Morgana loose”
Y/n looked around, her father had walked to the other side of the room somehow. She walked by the entrance door where he was standing and sat down on the steps, her body still too shaky to stand.
“Wait, he destroyed my Vespa” Jim said.
Y/n chuckled, lowering her head, her shoes suddenly more calming. Looks like she wasn’t the only one at her limit.
“He what? See? Then you must listen to the voice of reason. Mine!” Blinky screamed.
“Gunmar has the staff of Avalon. Soon he will find a way to free her. This is when we will strike. Together, we’ll slay Morgana before the Eternal Night starts” Merlin explained.
“Woah woah woah” interrupted Toby “I’m sorry, you want Jim to go up against Gunmar and Angor Rot and Morgana?”
“Do you have any other idea?” Y/n asked, already disheartened by the circumstances.
“Now is the time to strike” Merlin didn’t let Toby answer “She’s been imprisoned for centuries and she will be at her weakest. This is our best chance”
“Wait” Claire stepped forward “If Jim defeats Morgana, you get your magic back”
Y/n lifted her head.
“That would be a pleasant bonus, yes” Merlin frowned.
“Oh, you only want your magic back!” Blinky said ironically “Aaarrrgghh, my friend, put your fist through the old man’s face”
“Well, that’s not fair” Y/n stood up, her face revealing the anger she felt at her friends.
“Mmm. Old man make sense. Stop witch forever” Aaarrrgghh shook his head.
“I’m with Blinky. Sounds like Merlin wants his magic back” Toby said.
“What if Merlin’s right? He’s been right about everything else” Claire frowned, scared of making the wrong choice.
“Thank you” Merlin bowed.
“Claire” Toby chuckled “Gunmar and Morgana wants to destroy the world” he turned to Merlin “We live in this world!”
“Yet, this world is protected by the trollhunter. What say he?” Merlin turned to Jim
“Uuh” Jim looked back at the expecting eyes “I need to think”
“Then, I await your decision” Merlin bowed.
“Jim” Y/n walked up to him with a soft smile in her face, she grabbed his hands “The decision you make is the one I’ll be happy to fight for”
Jim nodded, returning the smile with difficulty, the nervousness creeping into his spine.
Y/n turned back to leave.
“Whatever you choose, if we are to fight, we’ll need an army. Aaaarrrgghh and I will see what we can do. As to whom we are fighting. I’ll leave that to master Jim” Blinky said.
Merlin and Y/n shared a look and rolled their eyes.
“She’s not receiving my texts” Y/n tipped with one hand and bitted her other index fingernail.
“Thanks. Call me if you do” Claire says to her phone “My mom hasn’t seen her either”
“She’s not at the hospital” added Toby.
Jim and Y/n looked at eachother, hoping that the other had news they hadn’t shared.
“Asking for mommy’s permission?” Merlin mocked from behind the fridge.
“Shut up” Y/n turned, pointing Merlin with her phone “I used to ask for permission to breathe. There’s no need to be an ass”
Merlin raised his eyebrows, a half smile in his face.
“You’re asking us to wage a war. It’s only fair to have everyone weigh in” Jim explained, calmer than Y/n.
“I’m feeling a bit peckish. Where do you keep your fresh haggis?” Merlin looked through the fridge.
“What sort of cannibal wizard hungers for boiled meat in a sheep’s stomach? Ugh” Toby turned to the door “I’ll see if anyone at the school has seen her”
“What kind of sixteen year old knows what a haggis is?” Y/n frowned.
Before Toby could open the door he was tackled by Nomura.
“Jeez, lady, don’t you knock?” He complained.
“Nomura!” Jim ran to aid his friend and the changeling.
“Blood! There’s blood on the rug and it’s purple!” Toby screamed.
“What happened?” Y/n walked up to the changeling.
“Usurna tried to capture me at the museum” Nomura stood up with difficulty “Gunmar needs a changeling to activate the staff of Avalon”
“So he found a way around my safeguard. He needs human hands who can speak in troll tongue. If they fail to take her, they’ll look for others” Merlin looked at Jim.
“Strickler” he said.
“Mom” Y/n said.
“Do you think she’s with him?” Claire asked.
Jim quickly pulled out his phone and called Strickler only to be sent to voicemail.
“We don’t know for sure she was with him” Toby tried to be positive.
“Don’t be naive” Y/n burst his bubble.
“Split up and search everywhere! Find my mother!” Desperation irradiated from Jim’s plea.
“It’s okay. We’ll find them, Jim” Claire smiled.
Y/n turned to Merlin her eyes full of tears:
“Please, let me go with them” she grabbed his arm.
“Of course, Birdie. What kind of man wouldn’t let her daughter look for her mother?” He smiled, wiping with his thumb the tear that had fallen.
“Thank you, father” she hugged him, her cheek hitting the cold metal of the armor.
“Go” he kissed her head.
Y/n ran to the center of Arcadia looking in every corner hoping to find her mother’s red hair but only finding empty spaces. She walked and walked, praying that she was wrong, that she didn’t send Claire and Toby to a dangerous fight. She imagined Strickler and her mother having a date in a remote corner of Arcadia and for the first time she didn’t want to pull her hair out.
“Meow”
Y/n feet stopped. She looked down, tears falling down from her face, she chuckled.
“Hi, Al”
“Meow” he repeated, rubbing himself between her legs.
Y/n kept looking at the cat with amusement. The way his skinny body moved in circles between her legs, his soft fur felt against his shaky body, how his tail, that seemed burnt at the tip, tickled when it disconnected from her body. Her brain was so filled with tragedy that looking at her cat felt like a religious experience.
“Y/n?” The familiar voice sounded so distant yet so close.
She looked up, finding in the distance the boy, the man which she was hoping to see all day. A smile formed in her face washing away all the tears that were burning her eyes.
“Doux?” she asked, well aware of the answer.
The blue haired guy shifted his broom from hand to hand and waved. His hand stopped in the middle of the air but quickly resumed the greeting.
Y/n laughed at the young wizard, her heart filling with the warmth she craved.
“Doux!” She screamed as she ran to the man’s arms.
“Y/n!” He screamed, dropping the broom to catch her before both of them could fall.
She snaked her legs around his waist, pulling her head away from his neck.
“Hi!” She said with a gigantic smile.
“Hello?” Douxie frowned, his cheeks flushed “are you okay?”
Y/n squinted.
“Were you crying?” Tried to get closer to her eyes.
The sudden happiness that had invaded her body disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Y/n dropped her legs, her eyes filling up once more.
“I’ve been an idiot” she looked deeply into his hazel eyes.
“I really don’t follow” he chuckled, disappointed at the loss of touch.
“Can we talk inside” she points to the library.
Douxie nodded.
Y/n looks at the sky and can’t help to, once again, pray for everyone’s safety.
Y/n followed Douxie to his apartment, to her favourite place in this town: the brown leather couch. She sat down, closing her eyes when her head hit the back. With her eyes closed, she wished she could be more selfish and leave this war to someone else, to go back to her house and say to everyone “hey! We don’t have to do this! Someone else can! Let’s hide at Doux until it’s over!” But she can’t. She couldn’t.
“Do you want something to drink?”
Y/n opened her eyes and found Douxie looking down at her.
“No. No” she grabbed his wrist “Come sit” she pushed him close to her.
“Love, what’s going on? Should I be worried?” Douxie lifted his arms as Y/n finded a comfortable position in his chest.
“I’m sorry for not telling you about everything but I can’t tell you exactly what’s going on” she crossed her arms behind his back “Don’t be mad”
Douxie sighed:
“I’m not mad” he lowered his arms, hugging her back “You said you wanted to talk?”
“I know” her voice trembled.
Douxie looked down at Y/n. Her eyes were lost in whatever was the whole issue at hand. He knew the situation well. Back in Camelot, when Merlin used to make her keep secrets, useless or not so useless secrets that would fill her up, to eat her up, she would shut down like this. Now, she was trying to compartmentalize the secret to tell Douxie what she could without getting into trouble with her father.
“They’re going to free Morgana” Y/n said, tears falling down unapologetically.
“Oh. How…”
“And they’re going to kill her” she sobbed, hiding her face into his chest “I know is the only way…”
“But you hoped it wasn’t” Douxie hugged her tighter.
“Why do we have to do this all over again?” She sat up “Maybe there is another way? I mean…there is a human trollhunter…” she stopped when she saw Douxie’s look.
“I’m sorry” he whispered.
“I know. She doomed and she did it to herself” she lowered her head in Douxie’s shoulder “Maybe in another life”
He hugged her closer trying to absorb the grief from the tragedy that has been following them since they were children. Y/n closed her eyes, melting in his touch.
“Doux” she whispered.
“Mmh?”
“The world may be ending in a couple of hours…” she looked up.
He looked down at her, his eyes full of curiosity.
She lifted her hands placing it in his cheek, the little stubble prickling her palm. He gave into the warmth of her movement.
“I don’t want it to end without being yours” she whispered, her face red as the roses Douxie had brought for her.
“We don’t have time to get married besides Master…” he rambled, too nervous to answer.
Y/n chuckled:
“No, dumbass” her hand falling to his chest as her face got redder by the second.
“Oh. Oh” he face relaxed and tensed back.
“Oh” Y/n mocked with a smile.
Douxie smiled at the girl's attempt to lighten up the mood. He grabbed her face and got closer to her:
“We don’t have to” he whispered.
“I want to” she grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed with the passion of a woman with no future.
Douxie quickly returned the kiss, his hungry hands wandering Y/n’s torso, finding the hem of the shirt and discarding it easily.
Y/n panted as she felt Douxie’s penetrating gaze on her. The flush traveled to her chest as his glossy eyes moved up and down.
“You’re even more beautiful than the first time I saw you” he said, his cheeks as crimson as hers.
“Thank you” Y/n smiled.
Douxie smiled back and kissed Y/n nose making her giggle.
“Should I?” Y/n gently pulled Douxie’s black shirt.
“Do you want to?” He raised his brow “Scandalous”
“Please, don’t tell the ladies of the court” Y/n laughed as she took out Douxie’s shirt.
Y/n was mesmerized. She probably had the same face he had seconds ago. She stretched her hand, with her fingers caressing his chests, his stomach. Obsessing how Douxie would twitch under her touch.
“Now I get all the teenagers” she pressed her palm on his chest “you’re hot”
“Now you get them?” Douxie pretended to be offended.
Y/n nodded with a big smile as she got closer to his neck, biting the place where his shoulder and neck met.
“Ah” he moaned, pulling Y/n away softly by the hair “What was that?”
“In case we survive. I don’t like sharing” she laughed.
“I don’t like sharing either” Douxie lifted Y/n from the couch and disappeared into the bedroom.
Y/n closed her eyes, Douxie’s limbs and hers tangled with each other, outside the birds sang and the wind ruffled the trees. For a moment, the world is not ending, nobody is dying, she’s not losing a part of herself. She wishes she could live in this moment but she knows that her wishes always fall on deaf ears, that the god that was assigned to her has left the building long ago. She was granted one wish, one good thing for eternity and she was sharing a bed with him.
She felt Douxie shift so she turned to face him.
“I can’t believe I slept with Douxie from Ash Dispersal Pattern” she joked.
Douxie laughed and lifted his head from the pillow. “Good for you love but you better leave before my girlfriend gets here” he said putting on a raspy voice.
“I’ll kill you” Y/n bitted Douxie’s bicep. “That’s an awful Ozzy by the way”
“I do what I can” he dropped back to the pillow, dragging himself to be closer to Y/n.
“What now?” She buried her hand in Douxie’s hair.
“We wait until you have to go or I’ll have to go to the battle of the bands” Douxie’s hand found a place in Y/n waist.
“No! The battle of the bands! I completely forgot” Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose “How do I still have a job is beyond me” Y/n sighed, her job was at the bottom of her list of priorities right now.
“Shh” Douxie pulled her closer “Let’s just lay here. Let’s wait for the end”
“Thank you” Y/n kissed Douxie's forehead.
“Why?” He whispered.
“For going along” Y/n closed her eyes.
“Til the end of eternity” Douxie kissed her cheek, closing his eyes.
Y/n laid there pretending to be in the woods of her childhood, back where her problems were less smothering, back when she could still dream to run away with the errand boy without hurting anybody. Now, she loved more people than the three she had back then. She couldn’t abandon the world without consequences. She had to fight and fighting was going to cost her ever more than last time.
Something turned in Y/n’s stomach.
“Did you feel that?” She sat up, starting to dress up.
“No, I was falling asleep” Douxie muttered.
Something had just happened that was going to change the balance in the world.
“I have to go” Y/n kissed Douxie.
“Should I go with you?” Douxie sat up once the urgency woke him up.
“No, be normal” she screamed from the living room as she looked for her bag.
Y/n moved her wrist making her staff appear in her hand. She took a deep breath and pointed the staff to the door, focussing to make a portal appear. Her staff shot a dark mass that quickly stabilized. Y/n sighed and crossed it, appearing in her house.
She wanted to shout, she hadn't used dark magic in years but the sense of darkness killed all her joy.
The house was a mess. Furniture thrown around everywhere, the tv was on on a random channel, all of the books where in the floor.
“Jim? Father?” Y/n screamed as she walked on top of a broken vase.
“Birdie! Have you found your mother?” Merlin walked out of the kitchen, unfazed by the mess.
“What happened?” Y/n clenched her staff.
“What had to happen” he walked forward with his hands behind his back “I talked to Jim”
“What did you tell him?” Y/n frowned, the feeling was growing stronger.
“I shared with him a vision I had while I rested” Merlin put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder “I saw a way to finally end this stalemate. To win this war, I must have a champion with a foot in both worlds”
“No” Y/n whispered, shaking her head. She looked up at her father with her eyes full of tear “You didn’t” she pushing his hand away.
“It’s his destiny” Merlin said like it would suffice.
“He is a child!” Y/n screamed “Sixteen. A baby”
“It’s the only way!”
“I don’t care!”
Y/n felt the atmosphere dropping, everything was heavy to be quickly lifted from her shoulders. She looked around, everything seemed similar except her father’s concerned face.
“You’re bleeding” he pointed to her face.
She lifted her hand to her nose and cleaned the blood from under it. She looked at it and looked back at her father.
“I don’t…” she couldn’t finish the phrase, a gigantic explosion in her mind interrupted her. She took her hands to her temples trying to quiet down the sound.
“The Eternal Night is here” Morgana’s voice proclaimed and everything was quiet once more.
Y/n looked up at her father, cleaning up the new blood coming out from her nose:
“She’s out”
Y/n heard the faucet turned on and ran up stairs ignoring the rest of blood in her hands and face.
“Jim” she screamed “Please! Let me find another way!” She screamed and kicked the door.
“Y/n Ambrosius do not interviene. It’s his choice” Merlin warned from the living room.
“Jim! Please!” She cried and knocked on the door until her knuckles bleeded.
Y/n sat by the door in silence as she heard the tub filled up. She screamed and kicked and knocked, he wasn’t coming out.
“I guess I’m staying until you come out” Y/n chuckled “He’s right. It’s your choice and I already told you the decision you make is the one I’ll be happy to fight for. I guess this still applies”
The faucet stopped.
Y/n stood up.
“I love you, Jim” She whispered to the door “I’ll see you on the other side”
Y/n walked down the stairs and sat on the floor looking at her father walking around the room.
“There really wasn’t any other way?” She asked one last time trying to kill her guilt. She already knew if it was in his father’s vision it was probably the only way.
“No” he shook his head.
She nodded. Lowering her head, waiting for Jim to come out. Y/n smiled when she noticed she had accidentally put on Douxie’s shirt.
“Jim” Toby screamed.
Y/n looked at the door. Claire and Toby had brought her mother and Stickler back in one piece.
“Where’s Jim?” Barbara screamed at the wizard that was playing with the tv.
“Finally becoming a true trollhunter” Merlin said.
“You never” Strickler stepped forward.
The house shook, making Barbara follow the sounds.
“Jim! “She screamed “are you in there?”
They screamed and kicked and knocked but Jim wouldn’t answer.
Y/n stood up and walked to her father, like a child who's afraid would do when she can’t tolerate the dark anymore. She pressed her forehead on his back, closing her eyes with force, trying to block out the screams and then the silence.
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A/n: every time I see a cat is a religious experience.
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fanatics4l · 2 years
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three inch rule but make it hopper + harringrove:
billy had his boyfriend, steve, over for the evening. his older, adult boyfriend, steve. el was at a sleepover with max and hopper was sulking on his arm chair with a can of beer in his hands. the television was playing softly and his son's bedroom door could be seen from his line of vision. he'd made billy promise to always keep the door open three inches earlier on when he introduced steve as his boyfriend. although their chatter and laughter was quite loud, hopper didn't mind too much that steve harrington was over at their place so many times.
billy had been following this rare rule quite well, surprisingly. hopper expected more of a fight. still, he was grateful. but that didn't mean he wasn't pissed that billy even had a boy over in the first place. hopper didn't see what billy saw in that kid. first of all, steve was older. automatic no. second... well there was no second. hopper knew steve was a great kid. he babysat el and her friends, made sure he brought billy home in time for his curfew, and was very polite to hopper.
most importantly, he made billy very happy. when hopper first adopted billy, he was a damaged, broken little boy who flinched at every little movement and sound, constantly expected to be hit, and often cried. billy was a sensitive boy. his father had ruined him and beaten him down to nothing. it took a major support system through hopper, el, max, and joyce to get billy to ease up. he was healing every day. back then, billy never smiled. he only scowled and lashed out and screamed. but now, he was always smiling.
and as reluctant as he was, hopper knew he had steve to thank for that. which was why he wasn't making a huge deal to billy's face about his boyfriend being at their place all the time and only complained to joyce.
but then billy's bedroom door quietly closed. hopper waited, immediately tensing up, for billy to open the door again and for it to have just been the wind or something. he waited a few moments, beer can crushing in his grip.
next, he heard the noise. now hopper might not have been getting any action lately but he was aware enough to know a moan when he heard one.
he bolted out of his armchair, rushing to the closed bedroom door. "hey- HEY! I SAID THREE INCHES! WHAT DID I SAY-"
he slammed the door open, holding onto the door knob as he peered into the little bedroom. his eyes were wide and he was breathing hard because what the fuck? billy was underage. steve was not. there should be no sexual activities going on at all.
the words died on his tongue as he took in the sight of his son sitting up against his back rest and steve laying beside him with one arm behind his head. the two of them turn to hopper, looking at him with innocent expressions of confusion and concern.
"what's wrong, pops?" billy asked, eyes wide.
hopper's eyes narrowed at billy's messy hair and ruffled shirt. then, he glared at steve's even messier hair and lack of shirt.
"where's your fucking shirt, kid?" he deadpanned the eighteen year old.
steve cleared his throat, sitting up beside billy. there were blushes on both their cheeks. "i, uh. it got kinda hot in here, chief."
hopper merely raised a brow. bullshit. billy perked up, sending a sweet smile at him. hopper was weak for his kids' smiles, especially billy's rare ones. and billy knew this. he was using that info for his advantage.
"yeah, pops. it's the truth. and the wind blew the door closed, sorry about that."
hopper sighed tiredly. he was too old for this. he knew he couldn't stop his kids from fooling around but that didn't mean he had to outright accept it. he'd stay in denial all he wanted.
he clenched his jaw extra hard when steve shot a smug smile at him. stay calm, jim. stay calm. billy loves him and that's all that matters.
"i'm going off to shower. you better be out of the house by the time i'm back, kid."
"sure thing, chief," steve smirked. then, he fucking winked at billy, making him stifle a giggle. the fucking audacity. right in front of hopper's face.
hopper closed his eyes momentarily. he turned to leave the room but not before shouting, "THREE INCH RULE."
kids these days.
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thegurlwhoisntthere · 3 months
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Trollhunters au where everyone in Arcadia who’s grown up there has some kind of inherent magic about them, although some have more than others.
This is kinda inspired by Your Future Hasn’t Been Written Yet by Sakon76 on ao3, in the sense that people generally have a type of magic that they’re drawn to and can become really good at, but some people can learn other types and become a Jack of all trade master wizard type thing.
Some types of magic in the fic are smith magic, techno magic, shadow magic, and winter magic. There’s more but some get into spoiler territory if u haven’t read it and are going to so…
Anyway, in this au any kind of magic you can think of probably exists here and in Arcadia, everyone is capable of at least one of them, with varying levels of power and breadth (amount of magicks they’re capable of), although most of them don’t know it.
For example, Toby is good at troll types of magic, geomancy mostly, with a hint of smith magic. Before he knows about magic he’s drawn to rocks as we can see in the show. He would probably be really talented at geomancy, but struggle to do anything or than lower level smith magic
Claire would be an example of someone more powerful. Even before she ever knows about magic, she’s weirdly aware of her surroundings, almost like she has a six sense. She’s always been able to see better in the dark. When she does learn about magic she picks it up surprisingly fast and the only reason she doesn’t branch out beyond shadow magic right away is because she doesn’t know she can, but she always wants to know more.
Everyone else would fall into similar types:
Jim would be really good at potions (cooking), but have a hard time with literally anything else. This makes be Trollhunter, needing to cleave stones, kinda suck and super stressful.
Mary, would be really good at the software portions of techno magic. She’s also good at weaving and energy, but she’s less powerful with them because she’s not as interested in them. She could probably have a similar breadth to Claire (maybe smaller), but less power because unlike Claire, she’s not interested in much more.
Eli would also be good at Techno magic, both the software and hardware and a few other things, but he’s not that powerful. Most of his abilities come from the fact that he’s genuinely just skilled with tech.
Steve and Darci are harder to figure out, but I think it would hilariously if Steve was really good with plants, but has no idea.
Like, he doesn’t even have to try to get plants to like him, and he has no idea because he’s never thought about it. His parents were not plant people and he’s not friends with plant people, before and after he learns about magic, so he’s just going around with some powerful plant magic and no knowledge about it. They land in Camelot and suddenly plants are sprouting where he walks??? There’s higher magic levels 900 years in the past, which is messing with his uncontrolled magic, but they don’t know that. I just want copious amounts of confusion.
And finally, Darci. I have no idea what kind of magic she would have. Is there such a thing as Dance magic??? Chill vibes? Wind? Who knows? Whatever it is, it’s cool and she’s good at it. Ooo maybe, like Empathy and aura reading? And wind could work with dance? Maybe? Idk, but I think her powers would be more subtle than the others.
These are only, like, the main teenagers in Tales of Arcadia that I’m pretty sure grew up in Arcadia, but this would apply to all the other kids and the adults that grew up here.
Btw, I don’t think I mentioned, the reason it’s only people who grew up in Arcadia is because of the Heartstone. It’s literally huge and radiates magic so powerful it actually affects the humans living above it.
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Mr. Gallagher and Me
Jim x Reader
Masterlist Playlist Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Summary: Y/n and Jim have their interviews as part of the university's investigation into their relationship, followed by a run-in with Emily. Then, when Y/n doubts their relationship, Jim tries to prove how committed he is. Warnings- a smidge of angst
Mid March “How long have you been involved with Mr. Gallagher?” The woman, her name was Joann, asked, quickly clarifying, “Romantically, of course.”
Swallowing thickly, Y/n picked at her fingernails, keeping her hands clasped in her lap. “About….a year. Yeah, a year.”
Joann scribbled something on the form she was keeping under close guard in a bright red binder. “Okay,” she suspired, “And how did you….” She gestured in a circle with her pen, “Become involved.”
“I asked him out,” Y/n responded without hesitation, willingly neglecting to mention that their agreement had initially been to go out as friends. Sometimes-not that morning-it made her chuckle; one platonic date had somehow led to getting pregnant and looking at houses together.
“And he agreed to go out with a student under his supervision, just like that?” Shit. 
With a sigh, she nervously reached for her glass of water on the desk, bringing it to her rosy lips in a slow sip that she hoped would remedy the sudden dryness in her throat. Since a lie by omission hadn’t worked, she’d have to find a way to use the truth. “No,” Y/n took another sip of her water, “We agreed to go out as friends at first. But I never wanted to be friends, so I….invited him back to my apartment.”
“To have sex?” Y/n gasped at her bluntness, though, she supposed that it was pretty obvious that they were in fact very intimate.
“Well, I obviously didn’t suggest it just like that, but it was implied, yes,” she determined firmly. And when Joann asked if Jim had agreed, Y/n’s answer a brief one, and that time, she omitted the bit about actually going back to his place instead that night-it didn’t seem relevant anyway. 
“Would you say that there’s a power imbalance in your relationship with Mr. Gallagher?”
“Imbalance?” Y/n scoffed, “No, I wouldn’t.”
“Would you care to elaborate?” Joann sighed, practically trying to siphon anything she could out of her with a cocktail straw, “There have never been any situations where you felt like Mr. Gallagher used his authority over you to control certain aspects of your relationship?”
Sighing heavily, Y/n begrudgingly relented, “Jim and I……I was in a really bad relationship before I came to Ireland. His name is probably in your file,” she gestured to one of the folders next to Joann’s binder, “He was…” Y/n shook her head and furrowed her brows, just as the bitter memories threatened to burn her eyes, “Controlling, and manipulative. There were a lot of things that I wouldn’t have done if we’d stayed together. I actually came here to get away from him," briefly,she glanced down at her lap before looking at Joann again. "The point is, I know what a power imbalance looks like, and there has never been one in my relationship with Jim; he has always been patient and kind and supportive. I don’t think I ever realized what it was like to be in a healthy relationship until we got together.” 
After making a few other notes on her page, Joann studied Y/n for a moment, and just when she thought it was over, the smartly dressed HR official asked a question that surprisingly, threw her for a loop; “What was Mr. Gallagher’s reaction to your pregnancy?” 
Smoothing her hands over her burgeoning bump, Y/n felt a patter of strong kicks against her palms, the sensation making it hard to restrain her faint smile. But she managed. “He was angry,” she began honestly, “But not because I was-am-pregnant. He was mad because I wasn’t going to tell him, well, I wasn’t gonna tell him that he’s the father. Which was wrong, I get that. But I also didn’t want something like this,” she gestured between herself and the middle aged woman,  “To happen. I was trying to protect him. But he didn’t want that and he was mad because he couldn’t stand the thought of me, or our daughter,” she ducked her head for a moment, glancing absently at her stomach, then lifting her head again,  “Thinking that he didn’t love us enough to risk it.” 
After that, came questions pertaining to their living arrangements and whether or not Jim had been involved in her pregnancy. With complete truthfulness, Y/n responded quickly, eager to just get the interview over with. She hated that their relationship had come under fire, and she hated even more that it was in such a scandalous way. When the interrogation was through, Y/n pushed herself out of the chair, ignoring Joann’s offer to answer any questions that she had, instead eagerly heading for the door.  
As expected, Jim was seated in one of the uncomfortable chairs that lined the opposing side of the hallway, with her coat draped on one of his thighs and her handbag settled in his lap. “Hey,” he stood quickly, gathering her things in one arm so he could use his free hand to affectionately cup her cheek, his thumb quickly swiping away a stray tear, “How’d it go? Are you okay?” His concern was overwhelmingly evident and the fact that he cared that much made Y/n want to cry even more. 
“Yeah,” Y/n sniffled, relenting easily when Jim’s arm slid over her shoulder and around to the back of her neck so he could pull her in for a hug. “I’m just glad its over, you know?”
“I know, sweetheart,” he kissed the crown of her head, “Now we’ve just gotta wait. It’s gonna be over before you know it.
Sniffing quietly, she circled her arms around his mid, holding him as close as her bump would allow, “I just hope it works out,” she sighed, eventually pulling away so their  eyes could meet. 
“It will,” he promised, as if he could already tell, and even if he couldn’t Y/n found herself willing to believe Jim anyway. She trusted him. Of course, she was still upset about everything that had happened that morning, especially since some of the more unscrupulous accusations had stuck- she knew that they weren’t true, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t bothered. 
How could they accuse him of something like that?
How could they accuse her of something like that? 
“Come on,” he eventually encouraged, breaking their embrace in favor of helping Y/n into her coat and then taking her hand to lead her out of the building. 
With their fingers laced, they strolled towards the elevator; neither of them thought that it mattered if they hid on campus anymore, anyone that was important knew and they were already in trouble anyway, so it couldn’t possibly get worse. It was actually very freeing, being able to be together without having to look over their shoulders and while Y/n was still terribly scared of what their futures might hold, she was happy that at the very least, they could share little moments without hiding, like regular couples.
The elevator had taken a while before it got to their floor, though, when the doors slid open, Y/n gasped loudly. She’d have actually preferred if it would have taken longer if she’d known she was going to be face to face with her. Inhaling deeply, Y/n took an unconscious step back and she felt Jim’s grip on her hand tighten protectively. “Emily,” she gritted.
“Y/n, Mr. Gallagher,” she nodded to them both, maintaining her usual snark, then, with a purposeful sigh, she inched closer and offered; “You think you’re doing yourself a favor,” she met Y/n’s hardened gaze with sharp, dagger eyes, “But you’re not, this isn’t over yet.”
Before Y/n could respond, Jim was guiding her away from Emily, though not before stepping close to her ear, and hissing angrily, “Yes, it is.” That was all he’d offered, though the venom in his tone was crippling. With that, they stepped into the elevator and simultaneously, Emily stepped out.  As they slunk into the elevator, and the doors closed, Jim hit the appropriate button and then asked if she was okay. Y/n had promised that she was, and while it did take a couple more rounds, she was eventually able to placate him. 
“They must be interviewing her today too,” Y/n eventually sighed, side stepping closer to Jim so she could lean her head against his side while he brought an arm around the small of her back, “What do you think she’ll say?”
Jim scoffed, “Probably the worst things she can think of.” The entire experience had been so profoundly upsetting that all Y/n could think of was getting home and crawling back into bed, preferably to sleep away the memories of what had felt like a police interrogation. “Hey,” he smoothed his palm over her back as they eventually emerged from the building, after she’d lapsed into contemplative silence once more, “Do you want to talk about what happened up there?”
Y/n sighed, “No? Yes…..I don’t know,” she shook her head and Jim cuddled her closer as the crossed the walkway, headed towards the parking lot, “You’re probably right, it’ll work out,” she bent her head, regarding the wet, weather-worn asphalt as they walked. It had rained all night into the wee hours of that morning, and while the weather had mostly taken a turn for the better, some gray-ish clouds had still lingered and the occasional puddle had them walking in zig-zags.
“Yeah,” he kissed the top of her head, “But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to be upset about it,” Jim sighed, getting his keys out of his coat pocket, he pressed the button that would disengage the alarm and unlock the car. They went to the passenger side first, where Jim opened the door for Y/n and helped her inside. Seconds later, he rounded the car and slipped into his own seat, holding off on starting the car in hopes that she’d open up. 
“I just….I know its not true, but I guess it made me think about everything my parents…” But specifically her mother, “Said. She asked…..if I felt like you got me pregnant on purpose. Obviously I said no, and reminded her that you didn’t even want any more kids before this. And then she asked….” Sighing again, Y/n shook her head, “She asked if I got pregnant on purpose to…..make you stay with me and get me favors at the university,” Joann’s words had actually been far more professional but they had pretty much the same meaning. 
Picking at the hem of her blouse, Y/n shook her head, “I know that you’re all in and we've talked about this so many times, but you don’t feel like I did this on purpose, right?”
“Of course not!” Shifting in his seat, Jim reached for her face, “I know you and I know you wouldn’t…..baby trap me," he cringed, seeming uncomfortable with the term- or maybe just the thought that she would do that. "Look,” he sighed, “She asked me the same thing; if I thought you got pregnant on purpose and there was no doubt in my mind when I said ‘no.’ I know little Jellybean was an accident,” he chuckled softly and she flashed him a brief, watery smile, “The happiest accident of my life.”
“And you never felt pressured to do….anything that you have for me because of the baby? I know you said you’re excited and we’ve been talking about buying a house and god,” she scoffed, barely keeping her emotions at bay, “You’ve been so amazing. But you’re so nice; I don’t want you to lose everything and then look back on things one day and realize that the only reason you did any of this is because you feel like you had to.”
Licking his lips, Jim’s blue eyes dimmed sympathetically and he used his thumbs to brush her hot tears away. His lips quivered and he seemed at a loss for words at first, until he eventually offered, “Even without this job, I do have everything. I have my kids- all three of them,” he chuckled softly, rousing another smile, “I have the woman I love,” he shrugged, “That’s everything to me.” 
“But I just-”
“Shh,” he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Easily, Y/n responded, lifting one hand to cup his neck. “Marry me,” he elicited softly when they broke for air, foreheads still close together. 
“What?” She knitted her brows, both confused and startled by his impromptu proposal. She wasn’t even sure if she’d heard him right. 
Jim chuckled, pulling away, “I can't think of a better way to show you that I’m choosing our life-not being forced into it- than giving you this ring,” after a moment of rummaging through his pocket, he produced a little, forest green, leather box with a tiny clasp holding it closed, “That I’ve been carrying around everyday since Valentine’s Day.” As she opened her mouth to protest, Jim intervened, “I didn’t buy this ring for just anybody, Y/n. I don’t wanna buy a house or have a baby with just anybody. Marry me, let me show you that I mean that, everyday.”
Sniffling, she nodded, “I’d love to marry you.” When Jim flicked the box open, revealing a stunning, elegantly  dainty ring, she gasped. It was the most beautiful engagement ring she’d ever seen; an oval diamond fitted to thin, gold, Celtic diamond encrusted bands. With shaking hands, he slipped the ring onto the appropriate finger, the cool metal  making her skin tingle. “I…..” She sighed, gaze flickering between the ring and Jim while a flood of conflicting emotions overwhelmed her. Y/n was overjoyed to be engaged, she  was still scared for their future at Trinity and now she was both embarrassed and frustrated with herself for doubting Jim once again. It wasn’t fair that she kept doubting him, not when he’d been nothing short of a product of her wildest dreams. “Ugh,” she sniffed, and Jim once again reached over to brush her tears away, “I’m sorry I keep….” Y/n shook her head and rolled her bleary eyes, “I keep doubting you. It must be so annoying,” she scoffed, still upset with herself, “I’m acting like such a baby.”
Leaning across, Jim kissed both of her tear stained cheeks before capturing her lips, “You’re not,” he promised, “Its been a rough few weeks and the way you feel could never be annoying to me.”
Y/n chortled softly through the tears, “I swear its the baby’s fault,” then, when Jim laughed off her comment, Y/n took a moment to let the events of the last fifteen minutes or so sink in, a brighter smile creeping to her cheeks, “We’re getting married,” she laughed. 
Jim grinned broadly, “We are,” he caught her lips again in an impassioned endearment, “Why don’t we go for lunch to celebrate, whatever you want.”
“Uh….pizza?” She suggested, without even giving it a second thought. 
“You wanna celebrate getting engaged with pizza?” He chuckled, eventually settling into his seat and getting the car started, “We had pizza last night,” and the day before, for lunch- Jellybean had recently decided that pizza was the only thing worth eating. 
Pouting as she got her seat belt buckled, Y/n glanced over at Jim, “We can get something else, you’re probably sick of it.” 
“Eh,” he shook his shoulders, smoothly backing out of the parking spot then shifting gears before turning towards the exit, “I did say whatever you wanted,” and maintaining one hand on the wheel, Jim reached over and touched the top of her stomach, “And my girls want pizza, so we’re having pizza.” 
Laughing softly, she shook her head, the worries she’d had earlier slowly fading to the back of her mind. They’d still creep out every now and then, until she and Jim were given the concrete results of the investigation, but in that moment, Y/n much preferred just enjoying the rest of their day as a newly engaged couple. 
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After a very full day, and an evening spent at a local restaurant with his kids to announce their engagement, Y/n and Jim had opted to retire earlier than usual that night. Though, the prospect of sleep, despite the two of them being bone tired, was not immediate; she still wanted to video call with Elaine to share the exciting news and Jim had been adamant on upholding his promise to read to their daughter every night- that night, they were on chapter three of  Black Beauty. 
As Jim laid propped on his elbow, face close to her stomach and glasses slid down to his nose a bit, he held the book open in front of him, occasionally reeling it in closer to his chest so he could lean over and kiss her stomach. Meanwhile Y/n was slouched against a mass of pillows packed against the headboard, her phone resting on the swell of her cute bump as she waited for Elaine to pick up the call. 
“Hey mama!” She beamed as she answered, and by the looks of her background, Y/n could tell that her friend was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen of the apartment that they formerly shared, “What’s up? I saw your text about big news when I was about to leave the hospital.
“Oh it’s nothing,” Y/n waved dramatically, ensuring the camera picked up on her subtle- but still obvious-  show of  the gorgeous ring. “I just-”
“Wait,” Elaine cut her off, “Was that a rock on your finger? Let me see it!” She demanded enthusiastically. Biting back a fit of bubbly laughter, Y/n raised her left hand in front of the phone, properly displaying her engagement ring that time. “Oh. My. God!” Elaine squealed after a few seconds spent staring at it, “No way, No. Way! When? How? Where? Tell me everything.” Shifting against the pillows to get more comfortable, all while Jim read softly, with his lips close to her stomach, Y/n threaded her fingers through his hair while recounting the story to Elaine.
The more she thought about it, the more Y/n adored Jim’s proposal- with the exception of her spell of insecurity towards the beginning- it was everything she could want in a proposal. Quiet, casual and private. No fuss, no people around them clapping and asking if they wanted pictures taken, no huge grand gesture that cost way too much, just Jim promising to love her for the rest of their lives and her, saying that she’d do the same. 
“Ugh,” Elaine moaned and pouted, “That is so cute! Is he there? Don’t lie to me, I can hear him reading,” she teased, and laughing softly, Y/n turned the phone so Elaine could talk to Jim, “Hi baby daddy!” 
Jim chuckled, propping himself a little higher on his elbow while resting the book, open to his current page, face down on the bed behind him. “Hi Lainey,” he grinned, shaking his head, “You’d think I’d be more than ‘baby daddy’ after today.”
“Oh no, you’ve gotta marry her first. Then maybe, I’ll reconsider. But you did good with the ring,” she praised, 
“Thanks,” he laughed. They didn’t talk for very long, but as usual, it was nice knowing that two people that were so important to her could get along so easily, When Y/n turned the phone back, She and Elaine chatted for a while again, before something in the background beeped, presumably the oven, and Y/n yawed, a tell tale sign that it was time to shut everything off. They said good byes and exchanged ‘I love you’s and by the time they were through and Y/n was shifting to put her phone down, Jim was also marking the page of his book. 
“I think she likes this one,” he noted causally, kissing her bump before scooting up towards his pillow. 
“She likes everything that you read to her,” Y/n giggled, still propped against the mass of pillows behind her. Then, smoothing her hands over her stomach, she added, “She just loves hearing her daddy.”
Jim grinned broadly, “She’s a daddy’s girl already- I love it.” When she started sifting lower, Jim helped her get her collection of pillows organized; a couple under her head, one framing her stomach and another between her legs, joking at some point that there were more pillows on the bed than people.
“She needs a name,” he declared after they’d turned off the lights and got settled in their usual spooning position; her back pressed to his chest when one of his arms remained draped over her middle.
“She has a name,” Y/n noted sleepy, resting one hand over his. 
“We call her Jellybean. She needs a real name…..like Eleanor.”
“Or Sarah,” Y/n countered. She actually hadn’t given very much thought to a name since she’d gotten pregnant, but always had a few names stowed away in her mind that she simply liked– none of them was Eleanor. 
Jim emitted a soft sound of disagreement, “Or…..something that’s not Sarah.”
Y/n scoffed through a yawn, “You don’t like Sarah?”
“Well, it doesn’t exactly sound like you like Eleanor.” 
“Touche,” she chortled softly, yawning, "I am too tired to talk about this,” Y/n declared not long after, shutting her eyes. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he kissed the back of her head, then added, “Goodnight Eleanor.”
“Jim!” Y/n warned firmly, eyes still shut. 
She could hear his grin when he corrected himself, “Fine. Goodnight Jellybean.” 
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forpiratereasons · 9 months
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meeting stede bonnet
a slow meandering through June. prompt eight: family
day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10
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Stede Bonnet was having a very good morning. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. He had a great pin on today: a rose, in rainbow colours.
And he’d woken up with Ed, sleep-soft and warm and drowsy in his arms.
Hard to beat that. It didn’t even matter that Stede was running late to work. Because Ed Teach was a snuggler, and was not bothered in the least by morning breath when kisses were involved, and was really enthusiastic about the idea that a thing worth doing was a thing worth doing twice.
Yes, it was a very good morning.
“Good morning, crew!” Stede called out as he entered the bookshop. He shook a box of sorry-I’m-late pastries at the staff currently hovering around the check-out counter. “Hello, morning!”
Roach clapped Oluwande on the shoulder and said, inexplicably, “Nope. Nope, this is not for me, not today,” before he shuffled off.
Frenchie followed with an apologetic smile. “I’d love to stick around for this,” he said, “but I really don’t want to.”
Stede frowned. He looked back at Oluwande, who sighed, resignedly, and Lucius, who—“Lucius, you weren’t on the schedule today.”
“I’m not actually here,” Lucius said quickly.
“Yes, you are. I can see you.”
“That’s not really what he meant,” Oluwande said. He blew out another breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then said, in a not-at-all-convincingly casual tone, “So, Stede. Have a good—night? Last night?”
“Plan B?” Lucius whispered to him, before Stede could respond.
“Absolutely Plan B,” Oluwande confirmed, with considerable relief. Lucius patted the counter and disappeared.
“As a matter of fact,” Stede said, determined not to let his very strange staff get in the way of his very good morning, “I did have a good night.”
He paused, waiting to see if Oluwande was going to ask him to elaborate.
“Good,” Oluwande said eventually. “Good. That’s good. I had like, just a regular night. Regular, boring old night! Pizza night. Good to have a night like that some nights.”
“’Course. Sure.”
Stede waited again. There seemed to be something they were waiting for, but—
“Right, well, thanks for the pastries,” Oluwande said suddenly, just as Stede caught sight of Lucius slipping out of the back hallway, giving two thumbs up. “Oh, um, I just remembered, I left you some invoices to check. In your office. On your desk.”
Stede didn’t usually do invoicing until Monday afternoons—always the slowest days of the week—but he snagged a pain au chocolate anyway and made his way down to his office.
He picked up the first invoice in the pile, and then found what had been tucked underneath it: a book.
The Joy of Gay Sex.
Ah, Stede thought.
For a long time, that was all he thought. He kept trying to think the next thought, the one that ought to come after it, but he just kept circling around that same one. Ah. Right.
He wandered, slightly stunned, back out to the counter, where Roach, Frenchie, Lucius, and now also Jim had materialized. Even Wee John, who was not even Stede’s employee but who belonged to Frenchie in some way or another, had taken up residence in one of the shop’s armchairs. They all looked at Stede expectantly.
Stede looked at them.
They looked at Stede.
Stede said, “I’m gay.”
“Oh, thank god,” Lucius blurted. “For a minute there I thought we’d got it wrong.”
“Just a jumping off point,” Frenchie said, rubbing Lucius’ back while he caught his breath. “The book. Some of it’s a little outdated, but it’s a classic. It’s a start.”
Surprisingly, it was Jim who added, “I emailed you some websites, too. For the more updated stuff. Read it, be safe, never talk to me about any of this again.”
“It’s a bit like—being family,” Oluwande said, and everyone nodded along with him. “We watch out for one another, when we can.”
There was something thick and rough in Stede’s throat. Something hot behind his eyes. He tried several times to think of something to say, but in the end all he could muster was a small, tight, “Thank you.”
“And if you happened to get that guy’s number,” Roach said with a sharp grin, a wicked wink, as Stede flushed instantly, “his assistant is looking for him.”
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haute-pockette · 2 years
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rottmnt head canons cause I dove into the deep end of the fandom
Donatello:
He can hold his breath the longest underwater
When hitting a block in his projects or just in a really bad funk he'll fill a bathtub and submerge while he mopes
He's hogged the bathroom for hours on end doing this before
Underwater is just relaxing for him
He never got into coffee cause he got hooked on energy drinks before he was 'old enough' to drink coffee
Was the second hardest to make eat veggies as a kid
Still picky about his veggies now
He's convinced celery is made of pure evil
Can only fall asleep on his back or with his back against the wall
The battle shell is a security blanket, he knows he doesn't always need it but he feels better with it on (which he knows is irrational but can't help it)
Only takes it off at home, April's house, or in the water
The battle shell is waterproof he just feels like it weighs him down and feels unnatural underwater
Most flexible of his siblings and will do crazy yoga poses just to flex on Leon
Can fight off his instinct to hibernate but is super drowsy and sluggish during the winter
He pretty much gets no projects done during that time of the year and he hates it, super grouch
Not really proper hibernation cause he's half human but can sleep for days on end if left without anyone to poke him awake to eat
Leonardo:
The fastest both on land and water
Medic Leo all the way
Surgery level shit is always assisted by either Donnie or Mikey depending on which is available
Has scratches on his shoulders and shell from resting his sword lazily against his back all the time
He and Mikey go back and forth in who has the most high scores listed in their arcade rooms
When they're tied for same amount of high scores he will spend all day on a game trying to one up him
The twin thing wasn't actually his idea it was Splinter's when they first asked about birthdays
He was bummed at first cause he had to share with Donnie
But then he saw a pair of twin characters in a Jupiter Jim movie using telepathy he got super excited cause he thought he could do that too
By now he knows he can't twin telepathy but keeps up the twin schtick cause he knows it annoys Donnie
April jokes about him being an invasive species cause he always pops into her apartment unannounced
The boy almost never uses doors and it got 10x worse when he got the portal sword and then ninpo
Doesn't really hibernate but has a harder time waking up on winter mornings
Uses a heated blanket when it gets cold out
Kinda sluggish but loves the snow so he drags everyone out to play in it at least once
Raphael:
Vegetables were his worst enemy as a kid
He was also a nightmare when he was teething
Splinter bought him Kong brand chew toys as a kid to keep him from gnawing on everything in sight
He still has some of them though they are in rougher shape now
Crunches all hard candy he can't help himself he just loves the crunch
Will also eat lollipop sticks if they are the paper kind
Mellowed out quicker than other canon versions cause he parented his brothers when Splinter was emotionally available
Has nightmares about not saving his brothers (especially Leo's fall)
The only way to calm himself after those dreams is to do rounds and check that his brothers are safe in bed
He's the only one that can pull Donnie away from his lab cause he literally carries him out kicking and screaming
Loves when his brothers hop onto his back cause he wishes he could be the little spoon in a cuddle for once and that's the closest he can get
Second best cook in the house after Mikey
Gets a bit slower in the cold too, kinda grouchy too
Doesn't make him want to hibernate as much like Leo so the two of them take care of the rest
It mostly just messes with his appetite, one day he eats like a bird the next he's eating everything in the kitchen
Michelangelo:
Is a surprisingly picky when it comes to his own cooking (your own worst critic type deal)
Worst swimmer but he loves making a splash
Holds the family record for most backflips before diving into a rooftop pool
Master of spinning/flipping/twirling/doing stunts without getting dizzy
Winds down from stressful missions by either snuggling up to a brother or coloring
Gets along with Mayhem best out of the turtles
Also visits April at inopportune times but he at least knocks on the window or shoots her a text before coming in
Decorates the others' shells with stickers when they're sleeping as a harmless prank
Carries chalk and spray paint so he can put up art when inspired on the fly
Spray paint has also come in helpful as an impromptu weapon/distraction
With all the whipping with his Kusari-fundo he's developed the best accuracy with shuriken
Since the movie, he's been getting mystic lessons from Draxum
Has the hardest time fighting his hibernation instinct in the winter
Too tired and slow in the cold to go on missions in the winter unless properly bundled up
Will build a big nest of blankets for himself and Donnie to bury themselves in in his room
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thewritersaddictions · 4 months
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Day Four: Jim Hopper + Sleigh Ride
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The freshly fallen snow had all of El's attention, as she gazes at it from window kitchen. She's been begging to go outside for what seems like years. Begging since Halloween and rudely denied until she decided to run off and give both hopper and I a few fucking heart attacks.
"When can we go outside?" El asks as she tursn around to look at us. "Well Hopp is gonna run down to the Melvalds and grab a few things, before we can all go out." El groans but you back up your words. "You missy don't have a winter jacket that fits you good enough, and while Hopp is at Melvalds I thought the two of us could make some sugar cookies." You add, she eyes you and then looks to Hopper. She nods and stalks off to her room.
"Thank you for the save, baby." Hopper whispers into your ear ass he bends down to give your forehead a kiss. "I'll be back soon with that jacket and some food for us, kay." He says before grabbing his truck keys, "And El you be good." He yells out into the distance of the small cabin.
The front door of the cabin slams shut, and for the first time it's just you and El. The whole thing had taken some getting used to. El was used to having Hopper all to himself, but he had taken a liking to you, so El had seen you has good people. You waited a bit, grabbing a book from the shelf. Diving into every word that was written on the page before you noted how quiet it was in El's room.
When you set your book down you were careful not to step on to make of the creaky floorboards, as your creaked open her door. She had fallen back asleep, covered up to her chin to keep the warmth surroudning her.
'I guess I'll make cookies all by myself.' You thought toyourself not wanting to disturb her in her slumber. Getting to quick work you grabbing all the nesscary ingridents from the fridge, and cabinets.
A few bowls and pans you knew that you would need. It didn't take long for the dough to be mixed together and quiet padded feet to hit the creaky floorboards. Alerting you that El had finally awoken from her slumber.
"HEY! You said we could make the cookies together." she comments seeing you're almost already half way done with the first batch. You look down at the bowl in front of you. "Good thing there's still a least a whole nother sheets of cookies that have to be placed." You say as you make room for her to stand next to you.
A few hours later when the cabin smells of sugar cookies, and frosting and you've managed to keep El's grubby hands off the hot metal pans, and also just steaking the cookies. Hopper comes back. The sun already setting behind the large tree line.
The bright headlights come through the blinds and blind the both of you. The door unlcoks and in come a litghtly snow covered Hopper. His beanie covred his head from the little snowfall. "You've been gone forever!" El said getting up to grab the tray of cookies from the table and give one to Hopper. "Did you get the jacket?" She asks as she grabbed another cookie.
"How many of these has she had?" He asked you, you shurg your shoulders, "But did you get her jacket?" You ask another question to ignore his question. "Yeah I got the damn jacket, now if the two of you would stop asking me so many questions I would be able to tell that you need to dress warm and be ready to go outside." Hopper all but shouts.
You surprisingly both lsiten to his words. El's new winter jacket is laying on the back of the couch. You feel like you're wrapped like fine china. El comes out looking worse then you do. Two random socks, a pair of legging that she most likly is borrowing from your and a pair of thrifted jeans that are a bit to small for her. At least two layers of shirt. "You ready kiddo?" Hopper asks with a new found exctiment in his voice. "DID YOU EAT ALL THE COOKIES!?" El yells out, sugar rims his mouth and there's evidence on his fingers. "what would make you say that" He says scartically, "We worked really hard to make those." She counters. "I did, but I made sure to buy more ingredients so you could make another batch." Hopper says looking over at me. "Are you going to show us what we're doing?" You ask your hands on your hips. "Hold your horses, get your jacket." He says to El grabbing the jacket from the back of the couch.
"Now we're ready. He wipes his dirty hand on his jeans, to get rid of loose crumbles, and grabs his jacket to cover his body from the cold snow. he opens the front door. "So, how do you feel about a sleigh ride, and making snowmen?" Hopper asks the both of us. "I wanna make snowangels instead." El counters just to be different and annoy Hopper. "Whatever you want kiddo." Hopper says before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back of the truck.
He pops the back hatch open, and reveals three red sleighs. "They were the last 3 sleighs that Melvalds had." Hopper says happily as he grabs them and sets on them on the snowy ground. "You wanna take a ride in my sleigh baby?" Hopper asks with wink, and biting him bottom lip.
"I think the cold is gettin' to your head, but I'll take you up on your offer if you find me a good hill to ride down." He nods, "El, get in the truck we're going to go sleding." She jumps with excitment and grabs the back door of the truck.
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Posted 12/04/23
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Stranger Things Master List // The Elders Master List // Chirstmas Stories Master List
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mrwavellswaps · 2 years
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Anxious for Change
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Mike had been living his best life. He was in great shape, had been apart of the police force for two years, had a ton of great friends and coworkers. It all seemed great. Well except for one thing. Sure Mike had an incredible body but he’d always dreamed of what it’d be like to become more of a chubby bear. There were many times where he’d considered changing up his lifestyle and packing on some extra weight to get the body he dreamt of having… but his insecurities always stopped him. He believed that if he lost his fit, athletic body that he’d be judged for it. Especially since the majority of his friends were all fitness freaks like he seemed to be. He worried they’d just start to view him as lazy and maybe even see him as being less then they are. Of course a lot of this might’ve just been in Mikes head. Perhaps his friends wouldn’t care one bit about what he did to his body and would support him anyway… but the insecure thoughts still lingered regardless.
Because of this Mike projected his desire onto his new boyfriend Jim in a way. Jim was chubby bear/cub type and whenever Mike would look at him, he’d imagine what it’d be like to be that same size.
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While Mike retained a healthy diet to keep his lean, muscular frame, Jim would eat pretty much whatever he wanted. Of course Mike saw how easy it’d be to join in and eat the same takeouts and fast food that Jim loved until he too started to become a bear. But again, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was a prisoner to his own insecurities.
One evening the pair were sat at the table eating dinner as usual by now. Jim had ordered himself some fast food like usual while Mike had cooked himself some chicken and rice with eggs on the side and a glass of orange juice to wash it down.
“Hey babe. Do you *chew* ever wonder what it’d be like *gulp* if we had each overs bodies?” Jim asked as he wolfed down a burger. Of course Mike was take off guard by the question. Did Jim know about his desire? No surely not right? It was just a dumb question for fun.
“Oh… uhh yeah I guess so. I think that’d be pretty… wild I suppose.” Mike replied, trying to stay casual as he scooped up the rest of his rice.
“Same here. It’d be so weird having to wear each over clothes and shit.” Jim laughed. “Since I know for a fact you’d be swamped in most of mine and I’d rip most of yours normally.” He patted his belly before taking a swig of his drink. “You know what we should try that.”
“Try what?”
“Wear each overs clothes. Could be fun! Don’t worry, I’ll be extra careful with yours.” Jim winked
Mike hesitated for a second. It felt like this all came out of nowhere. Yet at the same time the idea of wearing those huge clothes and imagining he could fill them out was such a hot vision. “You know what sure. How’s about we finish dinner then head up stairs. We can wear each-overs work clothes… why not” Mike smirked.
As one could imagine the pair finished up their food pretty fast. They gave it a bit of time to settle before venturing upstairs into the bedroom. Excitedly they both began stripping off piece by piece, checking each over out in the process. Once they were both nude at last, they exchanged clothes. Mike handing over his black police gear while Jim tossed over the surprisingly clean clothes he’d worn on the construction site that day.
Mike pulled on Jim’s underwear and jeans first. They’d fit Jim snuggly but on Mike’s frame they barely held up even after Mike put the belt on nice and tight. Though looking over he saw Jim wasn’t doing much better as he was struggling to pull those police pants over his thick ass. Despite that he was trying surprisingly hard to do so until they finally slipped over. Next Mike plunged himself into the tee which was still damp with Jim’s sweat which, just as he expected, swamped him. Looking over he noticed Jim had somehow managed to pull on the police shirt though it was skin tight and his belly was protruding out the bottom. After that Mike even went as far as to slip on Jim’s fluorescent jacket while laughing at how even that was massively oversized. Lastly they started to pull on each overs socks. One thing Mike had first noticed when he first met Jim aside from his bearish body was how huge his feet were and that was even more apparent now seeing how baggy Jim’s socks felt on his feet whereas Mikes socks looked closer to ankle socks on Jim’s feet.
In all honesty, they both looked silly. Mike was barely able to keep Jim’s clothes on while it was miracle Jim hadn’t tore any of Mike’s clothes in that whole process. But despite that Mike couldn’t deny how hot this was. Wearing his boyfriends huge clothes. Watching his boyfriends huge stomach and ass press tightly against his clothes. Maybe he could convince Jim to do some kind of kinky role play where they pretend they’re in each overs bodies to spice things up.
“Fuck yessss I can’t wait…” Jim muttered to himself.
“Huh? Can’t wait for wh-aaaoooohhhh” Mike began to groan as a hot sensation swiftly began building in his stomach before spreading out across his body. “Oooooahhh-whats-Ahhoooooahh-happening?!-Ooooooohh” He managed to say between moans. Jim didn’t reply. Instead he too started to moan. It seemed like he was experiencing the same as whatever Mike was currently going through. Except… he was grinning?
Mike’s attention soon returned to his own body as all of sudden he felt bloated beyond belief. It was as if he’d just scarfed down an entire buffet at once. Then as if on cue his stomach practically exploded outwards in an almost cartoonish fashion. Long gone we’re the abs he’d worked to maintain as a large soft belly now rested in their place, filling out Jim’s shirt nicely. Before he even had time to process, the same bloating sensation filled his arms, legs, ass and pretty much every part of his body. But it was all too much. Mike’s eyes started to flutter, losing consciousness but before he blacked out he glanced back at Jim stood across the room, still smiling away as his body got leaner and leaner, the clothes Mike had given not looking so tight anymore. The last thing he saw was the way Jim’s facial features started to twist and alter but he couldn’t make out the result before everything faded to black.
Only about 20 minutes or so had passed by the time Mike awoke. Immediately he noticed that not only was he alone in the bedroom but the body he adorned was most certainly not his own. Slowly he sat up, with a bit of effort, and was bewildered to feel a huge gut rolling as he did. It was bizarre but somehow he now filled out all of Jim’s clothes perfectly. The jeans, the socks, the tee. All of it hugged his body just right. The belt buckle even burst due to what must’ve been pressure after how tight Mike had done it up before. What the fuck was going on?!
The perplexed man pulled himself up off the floor to inspect himself properly. His arms looked much bigger beefier than before with a mix of fat and muscle while his legs were now gigantic monsters with thighs that permanently stuck together due to the sheer mass. Naturally the very first thing he did was pull up Jim’s shirt and of course he saw none other than a big hairy belly. But not just any hairy belly. Sure it looked different from this angle but it he was certain it was Jim’s belly! But how?!
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Mike couldn’t help but rub and even pat it a little in wonder, feeling himself get a bit of a hard on in the process. But even that felt different. Just then, using his bigger meatier hands, Mike undid the zipper on Jim’s jeans before whipping out his cock. Only it wasn’t his cock. It was a lot thicker than his but a fair bit shorter as well. Just. Like. Jim’s… It even had the exact curvature that Jim’s cock had!
By now Mike had started to connect the dots but at the same time he just couldn’t believe it. After all it was an insane thought but everything was pointing to him somehow… becoming Jim!? His hands darted up towards his face. He still had a beard but it felt different from before yet also familiar at the same time. What caught his attention more though was how pudgy his face felt. All his features just felt wrong like they weren’t in the right places anymore. He needed a mirror!
Dashing into the bathroom, while almost stumbling a few times due to his new weight, Mike couldn’t help but let out a gasp as he saw the face staring back at him. Jim. It was Jim’s face. But not just his face, it was Jim’s entire body mimicking his every move! Shell shocked would be an understatement right now. Mike physically couldn’t speak out of pure disbelief but if he could he was sure the voice he would hear would be that of his boyfriend.
After the initial shock had worn off, Mike couldn’t help but inspect himself further. Poking at his face, pinching his arms, probing his stomach. On one hand he should be freaking out but on the other he couldn’t help but start to feel horny. He loved his boyfriends body so much because he’d always wished he had the courage to give in a have a body like that for himself… and now he did. He flexed his beefy arms a little before turning around to see the thick ass he’d ogled so many times pressed against Jim’s jeans. Almost every part of his mind was telling him to rip off those jeans and start exploring but he was hit with a sudden realisation. If he now looked like Jim then what about the real Jim? Infact where was Jim!?
Mike burst out of the bathroom and stomped down the stairs fully expecting to have to hunt Jim down but it seems he didn’t have to. Sat on the living room couch was a man that looked identical to Mike’s real body… with his cock out. His doppelgänger looked up with a dumb grin as he continued stroking his shaft.
“J…Jim? Is that you?”
“Of course babe! Though I guess you could start calling me Mike now heheh” Jim joked
“W-what the fuck happened? Why am I you? Why are you me? A-a-and why are you so damn calm about this?!?!” Mike spiralled in a panic. Seeing this Jim hopped up from the couch, still amused at how light he felt, before placing a hand on Mike’s shoulder.
“Because I did this.” Jim admitted with a calming smile. Mike’s face contorted with confusion, not being able to speak as he waited for an explanation. “I went into this magic shop where the clerk sold me a special little potion. All we had to do was consume it, wear each overs clothes and bam, total switcheroo!”
“B-but when did-“
“I slipped some into your orange juice earlier when you weren’t looking.”
Mike didn’t know what to say. Why? Why would Jim do this? Why would he steal his body? Part of him wanted to sucker punch the other man but he just couldn’t. The idea of hitting his own face was just… off putting.
“You’ve gotta go back and get more! We can’t just become each over Jim!”
“Why not? We’ve been dating almost a year now. We know enough about each over. Plus the shop clerk also said we’d gradually gain some of the memories of our new forms. Besides, I see the way you look at me sometimes. Especially when we eat together, the way you always look at the food I eat. And the way you always grab and worship my stomach during sex. You wanted to have a body like mine right?” Jim deduced before grabbing hold of Mike’s gut and shaking it a little. Once again Mike was lost for words but the twitching bulge in his jeans was all the answer Jim needed. “Look, I got a second vial of the potion as well so if you don’t like this we can always swap back later. Just try it for a day or two and see how you feel babe.”
Mike wasn’t sure how he felt about all this. He was horny sure but the idea of him not only having to live Jim’s life but Jim living his as well just seemed weird… but maybe not in a bad way. He’d always said how he’d liked to have worked construction had his police job not worked out since building was always something he’d found oddly interesting. Jim on the other hand had frequently mentioned how he’d have loved to know what being an officer was like. Before his train of thought could travel any further though, Mike felt one of his former hands slide down the back of his jeans before squeezing his bigger, furry ass cheeks.
“And you can’t tell me you’ve never wondered what it’d be like to fuck yourself. I know I have.” Jim murmured though he barely had time to finish the sentence before Mike pressed his pudgy face against Jim’s.
The couple made out for a few hot minutes, groping at the bodies they used to own before Mike broke them apart. “Fine, we can do a trial run, but you should’ve told me about this first…”
“I know I’m sorry babe… I was just so excited and acted a little irrationally.” Jim slowly began to pull Mike’s jeans down until his ass and very excited cock were exposed. “But hey I’m certain we’re going to have lots of fun” He stated with a grin before turning his old body around and pushing him down against the couch, getting a good view of his thick former ass.
Mike grunted in pleasure as Jim shoved his face between the colossal cheeks. No wonder Mike always loved eating his ass out before sex, it tasted so fucking great and the feeling of having his face smushed between those giant cheeks was nothing short of euphoric. Fuck he was so glad Mike was kinda on board with this. In all honesty, what Jim did wasn’t a lapse in judgment at all. He wanted Mike’s body. Sure Mike was his boyfriend and he loved him but Jim had always felt such a deep, jealous desire towards Mike’s fit, lean body. The fact of the matter was Jim never intended to swap back. Ever. You see Jim had lied about having a potion to switch back. In fact the one they’d taken was a temporary switch that would undo itself after 48 hours… unless of course they fulfilled a certain condition. To fill each over with their seed. Once that was done, it was completely permanent with no way of undoing it.
“Fuuuuuuuuck my ass feels incredible!” Jim stated as he gradually pressed his new cock between those furry cheeks and into the hole. “Or should I say your ass now hahah!”
Mike couldn’t deny how amazing it felt on his end. Having the cock he used to own shoved up inside his new hole was a feeling like no other. Part of him was starting to think that maybe this was a good idea after all. He’d always envied Jim’s pudgy body and now he had it all for himself. Just feeling all the pudge jiggle as he was rammed into felt amazing, especially the way his belly wobbled. This was what he’d always wanted but was too afraid to have. During this Mike was surprised just how into this Jim was getting. He was really giving his ass a pounding, not that Mike was complaining at this point. The real icing on the cake however was when they flipped over so Mike was on his back. With a smirk Jim began caressing Mike’s thick hairy tits before pinching at his nipples. The feeling was electric! Mike’s old nipples never felt like that. Sensitive beyond belief. Now he understood why Jim had always told him to play with his nipples during foreplay.
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“Yeeaaahh I knew you’d like that.” Jim guffawed upon seeing Mike’s face contort in pleasure. “I only realised just how sensitive my old nipples were when I got this body and started to touch yours and realised they didn’t feel nearly as euphoric. Thankfully the rest of your sexy body more than makes up for that though.”
Jim continues to pound into Mike with a certain eagerness that Mike had never really seen from his boyfriend before. He was certainly enjoying though. And even throughout getting his ass pounded by his own cock, Mike couldn’t help but still feel up his own body. Grabbing at his belly and arms, squeezing his chest and of course pinching at his nipples whenever Jim wasn’t already doing it. At one point Jim even stopped fucking just to bend down and suck on them. Mike found himself groaning out and holding his former face against his furry tits while his cock throbbed and leaked. It was official. This was some of the best sex he’d ever had!
The two fucked it so many different positions. Some where Mike was even pressed against the floor or the wall while getting drilled but they ended in the same position they started in. On the couch with Mike laid face down, ass up while Jim was getting ready to explode. He sped up in pace, now so eager to finish inside Mike. He began to shout and curse as his balls clenched before…
“OOOOH YEAH FUUUUUCK!” Jim bellowed, his cock unloading a huge nut and creaming his former ass. “Take it! Take it all!” Little did Mike know that Jim wasn’t just referring to the cum but for him to take Jim’s body as well.
Mike was pleasantly surprised afterwards however as almost immediately after pulling out, Jim was already putting his own ass on display for Mike while pretty much begging to fucked. Mike was more than willing to oblige, pumping his fatter dick and lubing it up with spit and precum. He shoved two of his thick sausage fingers inside the hole first, exploring it a little in bewilderment before pushing the fat tip of his member inside. It was a little tight but Mike had taken Jim’s cock enough times in the past to be able to slip right in.
Everything about this felt foreign to Mike. Using a new dick to fuck with felt so oddly different and feeling his new body weight shift and jiggle with each thrust was such a bizarre sensation but it was one he enjoyed throughly. Not to mention how much stronger he felt now. All this size came with enough strength to be able to pick up and move his former body into whatever position he liked. Before long Mike was stood up holding Jim in his arms of whom had his legs wrapped around Mike’s large waist as he bounced up and down on Mike’s member. It made him feel dominant in a whole new way he never could’ve experienced before.
However due to all the nipple and prostate stimulation from beforehand, Mike was swiftly getting ready to blow. They found themselves back on the sofa once again with Jim’s legs up in the air while Mike pumped at an ever increasing pace.
“Fuuuck… fuuckkk I’m… gonna cum…” Mike was just able to grunt out between thrusts.
Hearing those words was like magic to Jim’s ears. Immediately he wrapped his legs around Mike’s waist, pulling him in close. “Yess! Yess cum inside me! Fuck yeah give me your fuckin body!” Jim blurted out
“Fuu-…W-what? What do y-ooooooahhhh” Mike was stopped short as Jim lunged forwards and grabbed both of Mike’s nipples, squeezing and twisting them causing the other man to go into a frenzy.
“Just cum you giant bastard!”
On cue Mike’s jaw goes slack for a moment, letting out a deep satisfied groan as his new bear nut rose through his cock before erupting in a massive flow of thick cum that filled Jim’s hole to the brim. Both men had a look of blissful accomplishment plastered across their faces but for totally different reasons. With that however, Mike collapses on top of Jim after pulling out, totally exhausted and sweaty. Jim didn’t mind though. If anything he welcomed the feeling of being pinned under his old body while taking in his former sweaty scent. Fuck it smelt even better from the outside. But more importantly he was just happy that now, no matter what, he got to keep Mike’s lean athletic body.
- 1 week later -
Jim had just finished preparing his balanced dinner for the evening after recording all the calories. By the time he sat down at the table though, Mike was already digging into the takeout he’d ordered. Jim smiled seeing how happy and content Mike was. Just a week ago they’d been in the opposite positions but since they switched things couldn’t have been better for the couple.
The couple first days were a tad awkward. Since they hadn’t fully gained the necessary memories yet Mike was getting quite a few odd looks around the construction site. Jim on the other hand had not choice but to use up some of his sick days since he couldn’t risk doing police work without the proper knowledge. However by about day 3 the new memories had sunk in and the pair were able to perfectly slip into their new lives. Jim was quick to get along with his new partner on the job and it didn’t take long for Mike to get in on all the banter with his new tradie buddies. Soon enough nobody would ever be able to tell that they’d been living the opposite life up until a week ago.
Jim of course was more than happy with his new body. It was first time in his life he’d ever had abs, not to mention proper muscled pecs. Everything about him felt so lean and compact. He was faster, had way more stamina and was incredibly flexible. All of which was a dream come true. Before he’d have never have been able to get himself into this kind of shape but with Mike’s discipline instilled within, he was have no problem maintaining a healthy, balanced diet and keeping up with a consistent work out schedule. Now that he’d experienced what it was like to be as fit as this, there was no way he’d ever want to return to his old body.
Mike was having a similar experience but on the other end of the spectrum. For him it was the first time he’d had a gut that sometimes blocked his view as well as big squishy fur tits. Every inch of his body felt so hefty which in turn made him feel stronger. Stronger than he’d ever been before. And he loved it! Sure he might not even had the same stamina and flexibility but who needs any of that anyway when you’ve got such a hot pudgy body to enjoy 24/7! Plus eating was just so easy now because he could eat whatever the hell he wanted. Pizza, Burgers, Fries, Chips, Chocolate, Muffins. All of which he would’ve seen as taboo before unless he had a rare cheat day. Swiftly Mike was falling deeper and deeper in love with his new bearish body.
“Mmmhmm… this stuff is soooo good babe. I can’t believe how much I’ve been missing out on all these years.” Mike said between mouthfuls of Chinese food. He’d been ordering something different to try almost every night so far.
“Haha well don’t tempt me. Gotta keep in top shape for the job.”
Mike chuckled “Honestly I was a little annoyed when you first pulled this whole switching thing on me but this last week has been one of the happiest of my life.” he admitted. “You know I always envied your body. Huge and chubby to just the right degree. Fuck I wanted to have this so badly but I was too scared… but look at me now!” He pulled up his shirt, patting and rubbing his big furry gut with pride.
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“What I’m trying to say is Thank you… and if you really want I wouldn’t mind staying this way. You know… for good.”
Jim had to do his best to keep a straight face as Mike still believed this was reservable. Instead he simply replied saying that he would love that and that he’d throughly enjoyed his time in Mike’s form as well. “Well then, if that’s the case, then should we start getting used to calling each over by our new names for real now Jim.”
Hearing his boyfriend call him by that name made the new Jim’s fat cock immediately spring up in his pants. “I think you’re right, Mike.”
With that the interesting couple finished their meals after fully embracing their new identities. The new Mike would sleep soundly knowing he tricked his boyfriend into thinking the permanent swap was his own idea and could continue to pound the new Jim’s ass almost every night. Besides this was the best ending for both of them. They both got the bodies they desired and were an even happier couple than before.
This story was actually meant to be up a couple days ago as it was only supposed to be a short 1K word story but I ended up getting quite carried away. Regardless I hope you all enjoy!
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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 7
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Gif Caption: Top Gif: Matt Murdock from Marvel's Daredevil Bottom Gif: Will Byers from Netflix's Stranger Things
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Reader: 17-18 age range | Female
Characters mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU) Dinah Madani (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers (ST), Jonathan Byers (Breifly, ST) Jim Hopper (ST)
A/n: with a heavy heart I say Billy Hargrove was not talked about today :(
Warnings: none? Surprisingly. But shits about to get real next part 😈
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So you introduced Steve to the group
He was terrified to meet Matt
And stuck his hand out introducing himself
"Did he stick his hand out?" Matt asked.
"Yeah." Y/n spoke as Matt laughed, "Your hand gonna have to fine mine, Mr.Harrington. I'm blind."
Oh s h i t
Steve already feels that he fucked up as They shake hands
"You're the one Y/n writes about." Matt smiled, "nice to meet you. Though her brail could use some work."
"Haha." Y/n laugh sarcastically.
"Seems it's hard for her to swallow." Matt spoke leaning into Steve, "means it's true."
Y/n rolled her eyes as Steve laughed shortly.
You introduce him to everyone else as well
He fears Karen.
Mostly because she was talking about Pistols and calibers with Frank before Y/n introduced him.
Karen's happy to meet him, but he's still terrified.
You guys like your weapons
Gun background made sense with Frank being in the service
totally wasn't because of all the Punisher and Daredevil stuff
That I might add has been kept a secret besides Billy and Max
props to them for keeping silent too
Anyways so now you Peter and Steve are playing with Legos in the living room on the floor while you make small discussion with Matt and Madani
"Lego Steve." Y/n smiled handing Steve the little Lego man.
He chuckled, "Lego Steve indeed. Love the hair."
Y/n smiled, "I bet you do."
Not peter gagging in the background
"Oh yeah parker?"
"Yeah- Lets go!"
"Alright let's go!"
One intense game of rock paper sisscors later and him winning and you "dead on the floor"
"As a win. Im taking that last muffin"
"Oh like hell you are!"
Pushing each other for the last Muffin as you both pull each other down constantly.
"Come here Mr.Harrington." Matt spoke, "Lets speak outside?"
"Uh. Sure." Steve spoke standing up, "Do you-"
"Need help? No." Matt smiled, "I've mapped out the house by now by wall. Glad there aren't stairs inside."
Steve followed Matt who felt along the wall till they were outside.
"Matt, Don't scare the kid." Karen spoke.
"It'll just be a little." Matt explained as he walked out the door.
"If he cant survive Matts talk he's sure not surving Franks." Madani pointed out, Frank sliding her a glass of water.
"We'll think of you foundly." Curt spoke taking a drink of his own water, "and often."
Steve gulped as he walked out the door, it closing behind him.
"Mr.Murdock-"
"Matts fine." He spoke.
"R.right." Steve agreed, "Steve will be fine then."
"Very well then." Matt told, sitting down on the small patio bench, "sit. Sit."
Steve took the seat next to him, "You're very special to Y/n, do you know that?"
"I'd very much hope so sir." Steve spoke, "She means much to me."
Matt smiled in Steve's general direction.
"You've been in her room."
"What!?" Steve spoke, "No. No!-"
"Your hair product has a very...recognizable scent," Matt answered with honesty, "You and one other guy,"
"Oh. Him?" Steve asked, "Y/n said Thor was over- you know, friends with an Avenger, just common New York...stuff..."
Matt nodded, he could sense the shift in Steve's mood: "That makes you jealous."
"What!?" Steve spoke, "Pfft, no...Okay a little- Y/n said you were smart."
Matt chuckled, "lets just say the whole think about being Blind and your other senses heightening is true."
Steve smiled in response, not that Matt could see.
"Anyhow." Matt starts, "I'm not asking you to taks care of her, or provide for her. Im asking you to be there maybe you can't physically because somethings come up with family, or your locked away, what ever it be I ask you to be there for her mentally, for her worst and her best."
"I'd love to be there for her. In anyway I can." Steve spilled out, "as cliché as it sounds I'd do anything for her."
Matt smiles once again: "good. Because My Y/n's been through quiet a bit. She's a good kid, she has a big heart."
"And Im very glad I get to see that side of her." Steve told.
"Good."
Dad talk from Matt? Slightly terrifying
But it makes sense, with how close they are
So Steve's determined to impress him.
Along with everyone else who came to visit
Him and Matt make small talk on the porch, Matt wants to know this guys
He also jokes about not getting him and Y/n in trouble, for you know sneaking into Y/n's room?
Yeah lets hope Frank doesnt know about that
Sooner or later though, you're outside whining to both them to come back in
"Aw. Did I take your boyfriend away for too long?" Matt teased but Y/n was silent, a flustered expression held on her face, Steve hadnt expilcitly asked to be her boyfriend.
"Uh...just...lunch. if you want any..."
You brought them inside where everyone was having lunch.
Except Steve pulled you outside
"You okay?" He asked, "You looked nervous."
"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n spoke.
"Hey." He stopped her, "you can tell me."
Y/n was silent for a moment "...My...Boyfriend."
"Yeah." Steve smiled small, "do you like that? I..certainly don't mind it at all. Comin' from you and all... I suppose I should have asked you to be my girlfriend before I kissed you...all those times...Officially and all. So. What do you say? Me and you? You and I?"
Y/n chuckled, "Yeah. Yeah I would enjoy that. Alot..."
Steve's smile grew, "Well then. We kiss you know. Make it completely offical."
You could only laugh and kiss him.
Thank god for blinds or Frank probably would of pulled you apart
But soon you two both go back inside and you all eat lunch together
You Peter and Steve basically squared off the end of the table as a kids table.
Then the phone rings
And Frank stays on the phone
"Y/n." Matt leaned over, "listen. See who's on the phone. Call it seeing how far your skills have come."
Y/n nodded looking down at her plate in silence and closing her eyes.
"What is she-"
Matt lifted a finger to his lips the small group of boys going quiet as they watched Y/n.
"Its Joyce Byers." Y/n responded opening her eyes and eating her food again and taking a drink of water.
"Joyce Byers?" Steve asked, "Johnathan's mom?"
"Who's Joycer Byers?" Peter asked.
"Wait Johnathan? The guy I sit with at Lunch?"
"You sit with him at lunch?" Steve argued.
"Yeah whats wrong with that?" Y/n asked.
"Just uh." Steve spoke, "Rather you sit with me. Ya know?"
"Who's Joyce Byers?" Peter asked, "I litterally have no idea who Joyce Byers is."
"It's Frank's friend." Y/n spoke louder catching the others attention.
"Castle? With Friends?" Madani spoke, "Not possible."
"Yep. She stayed over and everything." Y/n added.
"Y/n I swear-"
"He was even nice enough to-"
"Im throwing you in the lake."
"Like you could catch me- OH SHIT"
So lunch is actually spent with you two running around.
He ends up catching you as they all watch from the Back porch.
"Okay! Okay Uncle!" Y/n pleaded.
"Nope."
"What!? Come on! I said I Uncle!"
So now your being thrown in the lake.
Peter goes to get you a towel
Just for you to drag him in and act like Peter got the upper hand
Steve will save you! He'll be your knight and shining armour
Just for him to be pulled into the lake.
"Alright fuck it." Madani spoke pulling off her shoes as she walks towards the lake.
"Yeah Im comin." Curt spoke pulling his coat off.
"Wait for me." Karen added.
Cue heart to heart with your two dads
Matts so happy to see you enjoying a normal life and so is Frank
But deep down Frank knows you miss New York
And Matt tells him you'll never stop missing New York its just something you'll always have in your heart
Apparently you guys were all having a water and mud fights for such a long time that Joyce even got off work to come over and say Hi as Frank had recommended.
Joyce gets to meet Matt. And her sons with her, had to pick him up from a friends
Will's a quiet one who rather much just wave silently and is more intrested in watching you pick up a "grown" man aka steve and easily toss him over your shoulder into the lake
And then wreslting to stay above Curt while Peter comes up behind you
"Dad! Dad!"
"Y/n. No- Y/N NO!l"
Now your chasing Frank around covered in mud and lake water.
You manage to jump on his back hugging him.
"Ah! Alright Alright!" He laughed Y/n smiling as she laughed as she hugged him he holding the back of her knees as he brought her back to the back.
"Means I can do this-"
"No! No! No!"
It was too late he had rushed and thrown her back into the lake.
It was a good day and you all went out for Pizza near the hotel the group was staying at.
Thats where you got to talk to Joyce and Will more.
Will was alot more open to you
He thinks your "werid" like him, in a good way of course
You just understand him more than his own friends does he feels like
And talking about how you like dressing up for Halloween
Not no witch either or black cat
Actual "nerd" coustumes
"You should go trick or treating with us." Will suggested.
"Oh. Sorry bud. Im going with the wheeler kid-"
"Mike?"
"Yeah, you know them?"
"There my friends!" He cheered.
"Really?" Y/n asked, "Thats cool! I'd love to go with you all together then."
"Have you ever played D&D?"
"No. What is it?"
"Duegons and Dragons?"
"Im up for anything if it has a good dragon in it." Y/n answered.
You're offically Will's best friend
Well Female Older Teen Best Friend
We all know you cant replace Mike
So you two talk back and forth, he's telling you about Ghost Busters and D&D and your talking about New York and Heros
You actually show him your shoes they've wore out but the faint paint of the Punisher's Skulls covers your soles.
He thinks there super cool and says hes somewhat of an artist himself
Then you guys play tik tac toe on a napkin
Joyce is glad he gets along with you
Apparently Will doesnt get along with a lot of people
He told you they call him Zombie boy
You use it as a compliment to try and make him laugh
"Oh! Dead Im dead!" Y/n spoke theratically then slumped back in her chair, "Surpise! I've come back for my sweet revenge!! Raaa!"
He laughs and you tell him you have his back, after all you tell him you were bullied as well and look how badass you are
You also tell him you've got his back if he ever needs it
You werent expecting The Sinclairs to be there
So when Lucas came running up to Will happily from the little arcade section you were introduced
He was a sweet boy and was almost unbelieving that girls could be nerds
So he was happy another nerd was joining the party
Yet he didnt know about you Joining D&D that has to be a group decision
Whatever that means
But its a small town
So here comes Cheif Hopper
"Tension..." Karen mummbled to Y/n.
"Yeah no kidding." Y/n answered eating a cheese twist.
So you watched as Hopper tried to Size Frank up
But it didnt work much as you know
Frank just stood up to shake his hand and well the tension got worse
Luckily the tension Hoppers giving off gives you the ability to just burry youself in your milkshake
Because remember you totally didnt get pulled over by him with a whole bunch of aliens in your car
"Lets get out of here and too the arcade." Y/n whispered to will, "I got a 5 we can turn into quaters."
Will nodded quickly as the two got up, Y/n kissing Steve on the cheek beforr rushing off with Will to escape the akwardness
On the few machine's they had you won him a little stuff animal, the one you clip on your bags
You didnt expect him to like it as much as he did.
He beat you in street fighter 3-1.
Your pride is in shambles but oh well, you made a kid happy
Both unfortunately and fortunately enough, everyones gotta go there seperate ways
You all say your goodbyes and you promise you'll Call Matt tommrow maybe you both can do something he can meet another on of your friends
After all you had to go see if someone followed through and that threat you made *cough* neil *cough* and see that he was in jail
Your glad things are starting to finall Mellow out for you
You have a nice boyfriend, your dad has a great girlfriend and she has a sweet kid with an old soul , you're families here, You protected your best friend and his sister
What could go wrong?
Well. Alot actually
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Please don’t stress over it! I appreciate all your hard work!!! I would love for the cock corset to be more with a fem reader but just had to share the information about the ghoul pants because I found it hilarious that theirs is in the back while Papa’s is in front hahaha but please don’t rush ❤️ much love -cock corset anon
Hey Ghestie,
Sorry for how long this took, but as you know Papa and I have littles and I have a full-time duty that I attend to within the Ministry, so things get hectic...
Anyways I wanted to do a little extra for this so here you go and please please let me know if it was worth the wait!
So here we go.....
The Cherry Stem
Also available here on AO3!
Defintely NSFW below the cut!
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It was dark, the cloudiness of your vision intensified by the billowing of smoke from the other side of the bar. The scent of stale ale and liquor lingering in the air as you sat mindlessly stirring your cocktail. You leaned into the well-aged bar having it  support your frame as you devoured maraschino cherries—one after another. It wasn't food–not really, but at least you’d have something other than alcohol fermenting in your gut. You pushed the empty dish away from you, some guy named Jim refilling it with the glistening fruit as you took a swig of the rest of what remained in your glass.
At this point you didn't care, spirited away within your mind, trying to block out the world around you. Your low humming depression, exacerbated by your recent break up, unable to be placated by the usual suspects. Instead, sending you out the door and into the only bar open this late at night—hours after the others had closed. 
"Hey…uh…Jim was it?" You called. The older gentleman with the scraggly beard turning to face you, drying a glass with a rag and placing it back on the rack. How cliche, you thought as he approached you.
"You ah…need sumthin?" He asked.
"I want to show you a trick." You told him unsure of what had even sparked the impulse to do so.
"Shoot." He said placing both hands down on the bar and leaning in to see what you were going to do. You grabbed a single cherry. Pulling it into your mouth and pulling off the stem, chewing it up and swallowing it back as a bit of its red juice dribbled over the corner of your lips. 
The barkeep looked at you, completely confused until you sucked the stem back into your mouth. You swished it around a bit, twisting your tongue and pulling it with your teeth until from within your lips appeared a perfectly knotted stem.
"Well, I'll be–" he began before a voice from behind you spoke. It was masculine with a thick Italian accent and playful tone. A voice that made you feel intrigued. 
"Well, that was truly something." The man said as you turned around on your stool. Your eyes locking with his. They were mismatched, one a beautiful shade of green. The other, surprisingly white. 
Surrounding them were dark circles that would rival raccoons. He was handsome, but in a way, you couldn't quite describe with his light brown hair—a touch of gray, full lips, a distinguished cleft chin. Not your typical type yet somehow, he held your attention—as you held your breath.
"Just a trick I learned in college. Another way I occupied my time when I should have been studying." You laughed. 
"Sí, we'll seems you've perfected it." He commented, running his thumb and forefinger across his bottom lip. 
"You...ah want something?" Jim asked.
"I will take a gin and tonic grazie. So mind if I?" He asked, gesturing to the stool next to you as he awaited his drink. You shrugged, turning away when he took your chin in his hand. Your breath halted within your chest as you held still, unsure of what was going on when he took his thumb and wiped the dribble of cherry juice that lingered on your lip. He watched in astonishment as he sucked his thumb into his mouth, as he sat down beside you.
"Did…did you just?" You asked, completely at a loss for words.
"Ah well you see cara mia I'm only in town for the night…so I figure why waste time on the formalities." 
"I'm sorry?" You inquired, a bit tipsy, but what was left of your wits picked up on his sordid intentions. 
"My name is Copia, but you cara can call me C." 
"Well...ah…ok C...I'm Y/N. What brings you to this run down place anyways?" You asked, trying to pretend that things were cool but baffled that you were continuing on the conversation. 
"Well my band and I just finished a show, and well…honestly it was open." He chuckled, your own laughter soon following. He was so very charming. The way he stroked his chin, the piercing gaze of his mismatched eyes, and his voice—-rhythmic and smooth. Everything about him felt so enchanting. Almost as if you were under a spell. 
Jim slung Copia's drink down the bar, the ice clinking off the side of the glass as the mysterious man caught it in his gloved hand. You watched him take a sip, enjoying the taste of it as it met with his lips. He seemed at ease, making himself comfortable on the bar stool and striking up a more personal conversation.
"So Y/N… tell me the reason you are in a place like this?"
"Men. Well, one man in particular." You groaned, popping another cherry into your mouth.
"Ah sí. For the most part they are no good." He laughed. You sat for a moment, a bit surprised at his reaction, while Copia looked intently into your eyes.
"I mean, it's more than just that. But it's nothing I wanna tell some random stranger in a dive bar in the semi-questionable part of town." You explained, hoping to leave it at that but he pressed on, bringing his hand over to pull a cherry from your dish. He held it against his lips, pulling it in to chew and swallow. The manner in which he did this, clearly meant to inspire something within you. You felt your face heat, the telltale sign of his effect on you shown in your rosy-tinged cheeks. 
You were at a loss for words. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that you found him rather handsome, either way you felt your breath hasten and your heart start to pound. Cobia placed his hand over your own on the bar, your eyes darting down to it. Lips parting to carefully exhale your held breath. 
"Tell me cara, because I'm not that convinced. Is it really just a man that bothers you?" He said, running this thumb over the back of your hand. 
"It's everything." You blurted out, shocked at just how easily he pulled from you a confession. Momentarily you thanked God you didn't have any state secrets to divulge, as apparently the alcohol—and company made you unexpectedly loose lipped. Somehow with this man you knew, deep down, God had nothing to do with it. 
"Everything, is that right?"
"I just…I mean…well I'm not happy. My job is nothing but a headache. I don't feel any fulfillment or sense of accomplishment there. My friends…heh…well they are few and far between. Oh and family…well let's just say I'm the punchline to every joke they never wanted to hear. I just feel lost…honestly I feel like I meant for greater things." You explained. The conversation continued, time seeming to stand still as you poured out your heart and soul to this man—this strange, mysterious man. "Does any of this even make sense?" You asked him. 
"Sí, makes perfect sense. Maybe you just need someone to shepherd your way." Copia grinned. His words sent a heat from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Your heart, still pumping away as the two of you stared at each other. Your silhouettes, highlighted by the dim pipe lights. You couldn't have predicted what happened next, all you knew was that you were compelled to ask him.
"And just who would shepherd me? And to what?" Copia took another sip of his drink, licking his lips free of the remnants as he answered.
"Yours truly. I am the one for which you seek. It's not all the time that I find such a wayward lamb to add to my flock." 
"Who even are you?" You asked, entranced and curious. You were just as scared to know the answer, as you were desperate to hear it. 
"I am Papa. Papa Emeritus the Fourth, the dark Pope. The unholy Leader of Lucifer's church on Earth—our one true God..." He said, your pupils dilating and your jaw dropping as he spoke. Somehow you knew he was telling the truth. The implications, coupled with the effects of your drink, making you lightheaded. You fought the urge to run— instead remaining firmly seated.
"I...ah...must be headed back home." You said, throwing down a couple of fives on the bar for Jim what's his name and trying to smoothly, and quickly, slip out from your seat.
"So soon…" he asked, grabbing your arm as you stood.
"I think I should go." 
"You know what I say is true. I can take you away from it all cara. If you come with me, become a Sister of Sin in his service…in my service…I know you will learn to love life again. Allow me to show you the wonders this world holds. Allow you to live deliciously." Copia pleated, his voice striking a nerve, but also hitting you right in the undeniable throbbing that resided between your thighs.
"What do you want from me?" You asked, peering back at Jim and some other misfits that occupied the other end of the bar. Had anyone heard this conversation between the two of you? Heard this man's words, the same ones you had fallen from his lips? Copia pulled you back to face him again. 
"Come with me to the alley. We could go out back together. Talk it over." Copia persuaded, but you knew he had no intentions of talking. Still you had to ask.
"Oh and do what?"
"For starters…I want you to come show me what else you can do with that—talented tongue of yours." Copia explained, his candor wildly forward. 
"I'm not so sure I…" You began, Copia rising to stand beside you at the bar.
"Well, if you're not interested, then I must…" he started until once again your impulse to speak got the better of you.  
"No no no…I just…I just have never done anything like this before." You explained, completely mortified by the fact that you were even considering his proposal. Here you were, at this clearly godforsaken bar on the corner, contemplating carnal actions with a strange man who claimed to be a Satanic Pope. 
"Well, no one can force you. We are all about free will. But I will wait for a bit…just in case you change your mind Y/N." Copia said as he nodded to Jim and walked out the front door. 
You stood frozen still. Your chest aching as you struggled to control your breath. You knew that if you walked out of that bar right now and went home that you would forever wonder what would have happened if you followed him out. You were scared, anxious, worried—but even more intrigued. 
You had to know. You grabbed your leather jacket from the stool beside you and headed out the back door. Jim shook his head as he watched you disappear outside.
The alley was cold. The wind whipping through it and sending a chill down your spine as if it had been personally tunneled towards you. You crossed your arms, stepping down off the steps and searching for any sign of C. You looked left and right, watching as debris, carried along in the wind, traveled down the alley–no sign of the dark Pope anywhere. You began to wonder if you missed your chance—that was until you felt the weight of a hand pressed into your shoulder. 
"I knew you couldn't resist cara." Copia hummed into your ear, his breath hot and tingly. You dropped your head to the side, allowing him to bring his mouth against your flesh. His lips, leaving strawberry marks in their wake as his hand reached around to snake beneath your favorite dark-wash denim.  
"C...I…ah—" You gasped as Copia nipped your neck, his gloved fingers massaging your aching pussy beneath your panties. He smiled against you, gently rubbing the dampened spot that grew with every second. This wouldn’t be the first time you hooked up with someone at a bar against your better judgment, but tonight was something else entirely.
"Mmm…you like the way it feels sí? I can give you so much more cara." He growled, grabbing ahold of your face to kiss him. You hummed against his lips. His tongue, slipping into your mouth and tangling with yours, heated and lustful. Even the simplest of his touches, bringing you sensations never experienced before.
"I need…" You whined, rutting your cunt against his fingers, praying that he'd slip them inside you. 
"Need what Y/N? My fingers, my cock?" Copia asked, the words sending Hellfire through your veins. You couldn't reply, only moan and whimper against his ministrations. It's then he surprised you, slipping his still gloved fingers inside your warm pussy. 
"Ah…mmm…" you moaned, The heated leather sliding in and out of you with ease. Copia's mouth hung open, realizing just how wet you had become. You closed your eyes to block out all other sensation when he pulled out of you. You gasped, Copia spinning you around to face him. You stared at him, watching as he sucked your juices from his gloves. Finally pulling them off with his teeth and shoving them into the pockets of the dark black pants he was wearing. An amalgamation of fabrics and textures, designed to draw the eye—it worked like a charm.  
Copia looked you over, pushing your hair behind your ear. He drank in the sight of you, smug at already having you so disheveled and messy. You felt the warmth building up inside, so much so you’d forgotten about the cold. Your body needed more from him, more of his touch, his attention, but he would not give it—not yet. 
“On your knees.” he commanded, his eyes ablaze with lust. You did as you were told and kneeled before him—a god to be worshiped. You came face to face with the lace up of his pants. The corset-like enclosure, holding back the large swell of his cock that pressed hard against it. Your mouth watered at the sight, running your hands up along the fabric covering his thighs–threadbare, frayed, and tattered. 
Copia, once more, took your face in his hands. Bringing your eyes back to his own. “Do you accept me?” he asked you and without hesitation you pledged yourself to him. 
“Yes C…Copia…Pa–Papa.” You mewled as he brought his thumb into your mouth. You sucked on it, teasing him with the promised talents of your tongue. The same talent that had caught his eye with the cherry stem.
“Then take your unholy communion, be made anew, washed in our sin.” he purred, rubbing the bulge of his pants with his free hand. You started at it, mesmerized and drooling with the wish to have it inside you. You reached out to pull the tie when Copia grabbed hold of your hand. You stared at him, dumbfounded.
“Don’t you want me to—”
“With your mouth cara. You're a big girl you know what to do" Copia groaned, releasing your hands as you watched his cock twitch inside his pants. Even just the sight of it made you throb, feeling the wetness lathering the inside of your thighs. Your cunt was begging to be filled by him as you rubbed your legs together praying for the friction you so desperately craved.  
You opened your mouth, tongue glistening in salvia as you prepared to perform yet another trick. You pulled the ties into your mouth one at a time, using your tongue and teeth to loosen the hold. Copia’s eyes meeting with yours as you stared back up at him. The pants fell loose, but the ties still remained laced. 
You slipped your tongue under them, drooling all over his lap, as you pulled each and every section open. Copia’s mouth, dropping in amazement as he watched you free his cock from the confines of his pants. It now hung freely in front of you, thick and dripping. You felt your insides pulsing just looking at him. Hoping that this would lead to him filling your pussy with that magnificent shaft.  
You kept eye contact, watching Copia’s face as his huge cock slowly disappeared into your mouth. His head falling back, as he enjoyed you sucking and pressing along the shaft with the tip of your tongue. His cock fully seated in your throat, gagging you a bit as you bobbed your head up and down on it. Copia grabbed a fist full of your hair. His moaning and grunting, growing more desperate with each pass of your tongue. You swallowed back with him inside you, never once using your hand to touch him. You felt him begin to shutter, yanking you back by your hair as his cock popped out of your mouth. The precum decorating your lips as you sat back on your calves, confused and hazy. 
“Y/N take off your pants and panties.” Copia told you and he grabbed ahold of his leaky cock.
“What?” 
“Just do it. I will anoint you, claim you as mine in the eyes of our god right here, right now.” he vowed, trying to refocus, his sensitive cock red and swollen. You removed them, Copia bending you over and running the head of his cock through your dripping wet heat. 
“Ah…C…” you whined as he pushed it in past your folds, gently easing in and then slamming full force the rest of his length inside of your cunt. He gripped tight to your hips as he thrusted his juicy thick cock into your cunt. Over and over, his hands holding you steady as you tried to help stay balanced, palms slipping along the brick side of the building. 
“Oh fuck…la tua figa è così deliziosamente stretta cara. Ho bisogno di sborrare dentro di te—” Copia cried, wincing as he tried to hold back, but the way your cunt felt surrounding him, silky and warm—he was fading fast.   
“Oh shit…I don't know what you just said but…oh my god you feel so good. Don’t stop, I'm so close. Copia please!” You pleaded, feeling your pussy tightening up around his width with each and every thrust. He could feel it too, pounding inside you, the unmistakable tug on him. The sensation, sending him to the edge. 
“I will paint your insides with my seed. I’m going to cum inside you. Make you mine.” Copia hissed, bucking his pelvis against you over and over, cushioned by the swell of your ass. “This is it cara mia. I can’t hold bac—-” Copia yelled as he exploded inside, your own walls shaking and contracting against him as your orgasm ripped through you. The pressure from your combined satisfaction, leaking down your thighs. A profane display of lust, out in the open for the world around you as you cried out, nails scraping the wall and a bit of blood filling your mouth as you bit down on your lip. 
You had never been so overcome with pleasure. Nor had you ever fallen so deep in such a short amount of time. The late hour and your aching thighs, bringing you back from your sex hazed state. Copia panted, working to quickly tuck his messy, soft cock back into his pants—not bothering to re-lace them.
You stood up a bit woozy. The head rush from being bent over for so long leaving you weak, when Copia brought his mouth back to yours, pushing you up against the building. You relaxed into it, questioning if this was even real. Whether you had passed out in the dish of cherries at the bar. Copia pulled back, still trying to steady his breath when you were hit with a flash of bright light.  
Suddenly a cream Buick LeSabre pulled into the alleyway, startling you as you instinctively pulled close to Copia. You felt unnerved, shutting your eyes tight and listening to his heart beating away inside his chest. He smiled wide, as he buried his face into your hair. Taking a deep inhale, “They’re with me amore.” he whispered. 
You turned to look at them, the headlights illuminating the two of you as two men stepped out from the car. Or were they men? You couldn’t be sure. Both wearing all black suits and large helmet-like masks, attune to something you’d see in a 70’s science fiction flick. Copia nodded over to them, both of the “men” getting back into the vehicle as he looked back down to you. 
“Vieni con me sorella e ti porterò fuori strada.” Copia said, this voice thick with romance and promise. As you walked together, hand in hand, to the car you felt something. There was black magic and ancient power heavy in the air and all at once you knew you were now a part of it. You were His. You knew then life would never be the same—and it never was. 
Notes:
La tua figa è così deliziosamente stretta cara. Ho bisogno di sborrare dentro di te.- your pussy is so deliciously tight dear. I need to cum inside you. 
Vieni con me sorella e ti porterò fuori strada- Come with me sister and I will lead thee astray
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freaky-munson · 2 years
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Rude p.2
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Summary: Eddie Munson really wants to marry Y/n Hopper but her dad strongly refuses; based on song “Rude” by MAGIC!
fic is kinda au
Warnings: a little bit of angst, mostly fluff
Words: 1,263
introduction part one part two here part three part four part five epilogue
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When Eddie was asked out by Y/n he could not believe his luck. Yes, he realized they got very close during these 2 weeks before the date so she got to know him surprisingly really well, but he also knew that he was the school’s biggest freak - despite the fact the pretty girl herself always denied it and argued with everyone who called him that. Furthermore, she made him feel like he fit and never like he was some weirdo in contrast with everyone else in the school. Even when there was no feelings yet, he astonishingly felt loved for the first time in his life.
So believe when I say he was in huge shock and had expression of surprise painted on all over his face after she agreed to be his girl. This was the happiest and the best day he could ever imagine. That day he swore that he will never hurt her and will try to make her as happy as she made him every day
Because he was aware that if he fucked up, a special girl like her was worth everything and if he ever stupidly let her go or hurt her to the point of leaving, someone else would easily try to take a chance on her - because why wouldn’t they, Y/n was an amazing person with golden heart and angelic smile.
That was the main reason he spent most of his summer days working his ass off in local music store - he wanted to buy his baby a ring which was good enough for her; because in Eddie’s mind she deserved all the best.
The job itself wasn’t even hard; he loved music and not many people wanted to visit this small, cozy shop during vacation which in summer turned into little boiling hell - they had local pool to go to with cold water and hot people to ogle at.
And it wasn’t even that suspicious when he decided to get the job. All of his close friends had some summer job. Moreover since he was out of high school, he had less customers willing to buy some weed or little harder stuff from him.
Additionally he did not want to get into Jim Hopper’s bad books even more that he already got. Especially if he really wanted to get his blessing to marry his daughter.
It also was good distraction for the boy when Y/n was part time working in local bookstore.
In August, now that he saved enough money to satisfy him and his plans for buying the prettiest ring out there, he took his trustworthy van and went to jeweller. At the moment he didn’t care about anything; even when saleswoman glared at him as he was about to steal something. But after some uncomfortable minutes, he found what he was looking for.
The ring itself was very simple. It had gold narrow band with bigger, but in the end quite small, diamond in the center and smaller zirconiums surrounding main rock.
While he wanted to spoil Y/n after being more than 2 years in relationship he was aware of the girl’s style and knew she preferred simplicity over splendour.
He was so exited about his purchase, that to avoid spilling this secret to his girlfriend before he had opportunity to come up with plan, he drove right to workplace of the pair of his good friends.
And even lack of subtlety coming from Steve couldn’t destroy his good humour.
Yet he didn’t say anything else about his plans for the next few weeks. To say at least, they were surprised. Neither Y/n nor Eddie seemed to be sad or uncomfortable which would indicate some problems in their relationship. So when they had their weekly hangout, both older and younger kids, iconic duo decided to use the fact that Y/n would come later because of her work to interrogate him a little bit while the three of them were waiting for the rest of the group to join them.
“To be honest with you man, I literally start to think that you were joking about that proposal” said Steve sitting on the edge of his swimming pool right next to Eddie “After all you didn’t say anything else besides that one time like month ago”
“This is because that’s the only thing I know. Which is that I want to marry her. I have no idea how. I really want it to be perfect, it is what she deserves. Not some rushed simple proposal”
“Eddie, you should really know that you don’t have to do anything perfect. She would literally marry you with paper ring” Robin’s raspy voice coming from the lounges behind the boys’ backs reassured him slightly
“I know guys but I want to make it as best as I can so she would happily go back to those memories. Besides that may not be the only reason” curly haired boy scratched his head in nervous tick.
“What can possibly be that bad that you don’t want to do it? You said that she is the love of your life so why the long wait”
“Steve, I’m pretty sure you know Y/n well enough to know that her dad is the number one man in her life and she loves and admires him deeply.” the brown fluffy haired man squinted and nodded “ Then you also know that her father is freaking Jim Hopper. The chief of Hawkins police. The man that I’m pretty sure hates me with passion.”
Unfortunately Eddie wasn’t far from the truth.
Even though Y/n tried to think differently and tried to convince him many times that he was mistaken, the dad himself emphasised his hatred for the Muson boy almost every occasion he had. So there was no point in trying to lie just to falsely cheer the metal head.
At least Eleven was way more lovely and understanding. Maybe she was younger than her sister but she also was in love and clearly loved her sister so she understood why sometimes her sister argued with their dad about staying in relationship with curly haired boy. Besides, she knew that Y/n tried to help her with Mike situation, it wouldn’t make any sense to not support her beloved one.
And Eddie? She liked the boy. He was always nice to her and didn’t treat her as child. He shared his music taste with her and tried to remember to bring her Eggos from time to time.
“You need to charm him. Step up your game. That’s what a least what worked for me”
“Aren’t you aware that Hopper doesn’t like you either?” before Steve could even protest, the half of the kids run into the backyard clearly and passionately arguing about some stuff. Seeing that there was no Y/n in the view, Robin decided to motivate the boy by awkwardly exclaiming his intentions.
“Eddie is proposing to Y/n!”
In the background you could hear Eddie’s protests, but mostly happy screams coming from Nancy and rest of the girls. Now he knew that he had little time and had to act fast because no way that those little shits could button their lips.
That’s why only two days later, on Saturday morning Eddie Munson stood in his best suit on the Hoppers’ doorstep with clammy hands and razzmatazz in his head with a mission.
“Oh Mr Hopper at the end of the day you will love me” mumbling some encouragement he knocked to the wooden front door.
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isthefnafmovieout · 5 months
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isthefnafmovieout reviews the fnaf movie (SPOILERS)
Pre-movie thoughts (written 10/25):
I get to see it a day early! YAY!
I might have hyped this movie up in my brain a little too much, because I'm SUPER anxious.
The polarizing reviews i was seeing throughout the day were definitely a little nerve wracking! Lots of good and bad reviews, lots of weird contridicting statements. I saw lots of people complaining about the lore being "wrong" or whatever but... Eh. It has already been established that this movie won't have the same lore as the games, so I won't mind any lore changes. They're like the Silver Eyes books, in their own seperate canon but with similarities to the games.
Overall Im keeping my hopes reasonably high. Horror films and video game adaptations tend to get a bad wrap from even the fairest critics. I'm a die-heard fnaf fan, have been for all 9 years of its existence. If Dawko loves it then I will love it I think 🫡
Okay, now with that out of the way...
Spoiler free review, posted on my letterboxd:
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Post-movie thoughts (written 10/26):
The way they incorporated Mike's dream sequences into the narrative was really interesting, how he tries to use his dreams to find out who took his brother. He and Abby were really sweet :) I like how their relationship drives the plot along, with how they befriend Abby but only as a front because they want her to "be like them," and how Mike is caught up in the past and realizes that he needs to focus on protecting Abby, not bringing his brother back. Its surprisingly emotional, i really resonated with their story. Josh Hutcherson and Piper Rubio both did well!
It's basically everything I expected, and I liked it! I think it's story was good, with its focus on childhood innocence.
Vanessa is great too! Different from her game counterpart, but thats okay! And the twist that she's actually William aftons daughter? Holy shit I gasped like I was watching a soap. Thats so interesting!! I loved how she just FELT suspicious. I know it's very different from the game lore, but I expected the movie to be, and I liked what they did! I got chills when Vanessa showed the picture of her and William to Mike and you could see her holding the plane that Mike's brother used to have.... my dad thought that was the creepiest part. Speaking of william btw...
Matthew Lillard, man. wow. What a great William Afton. They do some subtle implications that hes William in the beginning and if i didnt know it was him already i would've been surprised. He hams it up like he did with Stu Macher and it's great! I wish he was in it a little more, and they expanded a little more on Williams character through Vanessa, but yeah, he was good! I hope to see more of him in any sequels!
I wish the animatronics showed up a little more, thats probably my biggest critique or whatever. But they are so well made and cute. I liked how they befriended Abby, and that they rlly honed in on the animatronics being possessed by kids and that their violence is from William Aftons influence. I wish they went more into depth about how William influenced them though, and why it's all the pictures drawn of what happened that control their vision of what happened. What we did get from them though was so cool! Jim Henson did so well with these guys, they're so cute yet can be so scary.
The kills were pretty tame on the surface, as I expected, but some of the implications were quite disturbing to a point where it didn't rlly take away from it for me. Especially Max's, it gave me a "Ada in the laser room in the re4 seperate ways remake" vibes. Same with the security guards death to the faz-trap in the beginning.
There were some pacing issues, theyve definitely cut some things i wouldve liked to see, there was some goofiness (that fort making scene made me laugh so hard im sorry, it was cute though), and some story elements that needed a touch more expanding upon, but this movie was still really fun! For non-fans, honestly i dont know how they'reresponding as a whole besides those really weird reviews im seeing on rotten tomatoes and such, but I saw it with my dad, who knew very little going into it, and he liked it, especially the story with the missing kids! For fans... well, If you like fnaf, are are willing to forgive some lore changes for the sake of telling a coherent story, then you'll love it!
Also why was Matpat there lol. isthefnafmovieout, out. See you on the flipside.
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