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Sukuna ➤ 2.17

“I’d like to let you in on a very important secret I learned when I was about your age, boy. You see, power, real power doesn’t come to those who were born strongest or fastest or smartest. No. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it.”

Hobie x fem reader where he gets a little jealous that’s shes been hanging out with another guy and she reassures him

NO NEED TO BE JEALOUS

— Hobie Brown ★

PAIRING: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

A/N: The Hobie brainrot is crazy

You crawled out of bed in a rush since you were already late to your hangout with Miles, accidentally waking up your boyfriend in the process. “Where you off to?” He asked groggily watching as you quickly grabbed a shirt and shimmied into your pants. “Hanging out with Miles!”

“Miles Morales?”

“Yeah, I told you this last night.”

You smirked at his muttered “Of course its Miles” but carried on getting ready like you didn’t hear it.

You put on mascara quickly and checked the time again. “What do you do when you’re with him?” He asked curiously. You looked at him as he propped his elbow on the bed and looked at you tiredly. “Not much,” you chuckled, “He’s been helping me with my drawings recently, giving me tips and all of that boring stuff.”

He nodded and opened his mouth to say something before you cut him off, “Shit I gotta go. I’ll see you later, I love you!” You kissed his head and grabbed one of Hobie’s jackets before running off. He groaned and rolled over to put his head into his pillow. He trusted you, he really did, but he didn’t know Miles too well.

He was a good kid it seemed but you had been spending a lot more time with Miles than you were with Hobie. But Hobie wasn’t jealous, of course not! He didn’t get jealous. He just wished you spent more time with your actual boyfriend than with a kid you just met.

That was it.

That night Hobie waited in your room for you to come home. You ended up coming home at 9 o’clock at night. You stepped through the portal and immediately greeted your boyfriend. “Oh hey, you’re still here?” You asked as you sat on the bed next to him. “Yeah, you were out late.” You looked at the clock and grimaced, “Were you waiting this whole time?”

Hobie nodded in reply and you kissed his cheek, “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Miles and I were spray painting all the spider people we’re friends with and it’s super cool. You should come see it sometime!” You ranted as you got up from your position on the bed and changed into more comfy clothes, that being an oversized t-shirt of Hobies and some sweatpants.

“You spent the whole day with him?”

“Yeah,” you replied nonchalantly as you laid down on the bed, sighing as your back his the comfy mattress.

You patted the spot next to you and Hobie moved to sit upright against the headboard. “Are you okay?” You asked looking up at him. “Fine, just fine,” he responded in a way that told you he was definitely not just fine. You put a hand on his arm and moved to prop yourself up so that you were now sitting upright against the headboard as well.

“What’s wrong?”

You would be lying if you said his crossed arms and slight pout didn’t amuse you. You knew exactly what was wrong, you just wanted to mess with him a bit. This was about Miles. Everytime you mentioned his name you saw Hobie roll his eyes or you heard a small annoyed groan. It was funny to you, but you couldn’t tell him that.

“You’re spending a lot of time with this Miles fella, don’t you think?”

You hid your smile and shrugged, “Guess so. He’s just a good friend is all.”

“A good friend?” He repeated, “You’ve known him three days tops.”

“Hobie?”

“What?”

“Do you think you might be jealous of Miles?”

He made a weird face and you laughed. “It’s okay to admit it you know,” you gave him a teasing smile and put your chin on his shoulder. “You’re kinda hot when you’re jealous.”

He rolled his eyes and gently pushed your head off his shoulder, “Shut up, I ain’t jealous.” Your smile turned into a grin, “Right, is that why you can’t even look at me when you say it?” He turned his head to look at you and gave you a glare. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you aren’t jealous,” you said with a small laugh.

“You serious?”

“Extremely.”

He hated how much fun you were getting out of this but couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his lips. “Psssh I’m not jealous of some 15 year old.” You hummed, “Thought you hated labels.” He shook his head and out of no where grabbed your waist and put you on his lap. He laughed at the yelp you let out and you hit his shoulder. “You could’ve given me a warning!”

“You didn’t deserve it.”

You scoffed, “You are unbelievable, Hobie.”

“What? You don’t like me teasing you, after all you’ve said to me?” You stayed silent with a pout on your lips and he kissed your forehead, “Cmonnn, it’s jus fun and games, love.” “Jus fun and games, love.” You mimicked with your familiar smile returning back to your face. You laughed at his reaction before leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder and put your arms around him.

“Back to the main point, you are jealous.”

He let out a breath and nodded, “Suppose so.”

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Ay! Just a bit. Lets not forget that you were jealous of Gwen one time.”

“Okay, shut up.”

He laughed and you smiled, “I just want you to know you’re the only guy I want. You’re cooler than Miles, but don’t tell him I said that,” you warned as you observed the dumb smirk on his face. “I wont.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He put his arms around your torso and you both stayed like that until you fell asleep.

Maybe he was stupid to be jealous of Miles but the outcome was completely worth it.

3x13 ● Jerome Valeska

prolly one of the greatest gifs i own

some gifs i made a while back

Nowihavetorememberyouforlongerthanihaveknowyou. -c.c.aurel

#the tummy outline is something that can be so personal [pt. 1]

Hunt the freak, right? Exactly.

Robin Buckley and Eddie Munson | Stranger Things season 4

#i understand why that one demobat went for his neck

could you do an eddie x reader where reader is a loud mouth 80s goth and a freak like eddie, and he’s so happy to find someone like him

SO. I actually have about 5 asks in my inbox for a gothic reader x Eddie, so consider this drabble a response to all of them!!

I’ve been dying to write for my fellow alternative girls (punk culture represent) because so much Eddie x reader content is from the POV of hyper-feminine women. Wait no longer my friends! Have an adorable first meeting, written while listening to “After Dark”.

When You’re Strange (Eddie Munson x Gothic!Reader Meet-Cute)

Word Count: 820

Summary: There’s a new girl in town. So new that the local meatheads haven’t even started gossiping about her. Maybe she blew in on the storm. Maybe she’s a figment of his imagination. Either way, Eddie can’t manage to keep his fucking eyes off her.

The perfect weather, in Eddie’s opinion. Very dramatic.

The perfect weather, in Eddie’s opinion. Very dramatic.

He’s browsing the library stacks again, long legs roving the near empty carpeted halls, the only cathedral he’s ever known. The librarian always turns her nose up at him, his visage and endless jingle jingle jingle of bracelets and clothing studs and buckles, but she lets him work in the back for as long as he wants. A mutual respect for the sacred space that was a public utility building.

Eddie runs fingers over the spines of books, footfalls soft, half of his mind lost in the thrashing rain wailing against the high windows, the other half absorbed in his “Advanced Dungeons & Dragons” game master guide. Reading as he walks, burning idle energy.

His accessories go jingle jingle jingle.

Then, above it, he hears a different jingle. Fabric and metal shifting against itself: a small song of sounds that weren’t his own. And then, after moment, an actual song: tinny, muted, and distant. Robert Smith’s familiar, angsty wailing vocals. Eddie looks up from his book.

And then he’s pretty sure his entire fucking world changes because he sees you. 

Your face peeking through the gap between books, on the other side of the aisle. Eyes- epic fucking eyes, he thinks to himself, staggered- turned down to inspect something. He freezes in place: a man made of ice at the sight of the khol-dark liner and severe, arching, painted eyebrows lost in the teased waterfalls of black-dyed tresses. 

Those damned black-stained lips and silver snakebites have him rooted.

People weren’t... cool, in Hawkins. They didn’t stick their heads out of their rabbit holes, stayed very firmly inside their little boxes. They didn’t experiment, or seek out, or try anything. But you... he was looking at you and it was like getting electrocuted with fucking shock pads, like being forced to take a great big breathe of ice-cold air with burned lungs. Life and interest getting injected, acid-sharp, into his veins.

You move down the aisle, myriad of silver pendants clinking against one-another as they sway. He follows, hypnotized, almost without his own volition. Fascinated in the way an archer in a fairytale is fascinated by a unicorn.

Christ, she must have scared the shit out of the librarian. He can’t help thinking to himself, an awed smile threatening to creep onto his oval face and wipe any lingering semblance of coolness he retained when faced with you. What I would have paid to see that.

You pause to pull the spine of a book out, whisper-soft in the quiet building air, storm still raging overhead. Black-nailed fingers carefully whispering through the paper. The Cure still wails desperately in your walkman headphones.

Eddie watches you flip the pages, softly opening and closing his mouth, stalling out. All that was whirling around in his head, fast as a cyclone, were scattered thoughts of she’s pretty and why have I never seen her before and I should really turn around and go now before I start looking like a fucking creep.

“You’re staring.” You say. Not even bothering to look up from your book at the guy who had been gawking at you like a circus event.

Eddie fumbles with- and nearly drops- his heft paper-cover D&D guide. “Uh... sorry. Shit. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m used to it.” You snap the book shut matter-of-factly, the clap ringing through the endless warren of high shelves, and jam a finger down on the cassette pause. And then you pause when you catch the gaze of the man on the other side of the shelf.

Wide chocolate-black eyes. Dry, wild hair. A black leather jacket, still speckled in drying rain... and a moth-bitten band shirt sporting Kiss’s famous “Destroyer” album art. 

He’s pretty. Very pretty. 

It was cliche. It was stupid. You and him, looking at one another, falling completely silent. Like some sort of wild spark had coursed between you in a fraction of a second, startling you into muteness. You had both felt it. 

And now, like some sort of cheap romance movie, you were both quietly rounding the end of the stack, finally coming face to face, unobstructed by the dusty shelves. You clear your throat delicately as the silence stretches out, and he blinks rapidly, shoving his book under an arm and sticking out a ring-covered hand like someone had demanded he do it. 

“Eddie.” He says with a crooked, nervous grin. “Uh, Munson. Hi.”

His hand is soft. Warm, when you shake it. There’s that spark again, jumping skin to skin. His throat bobs as he swallows when the spark races up his arm, settling into his chest. Settling into yours. 

You can’t keep the slow, warm, smile from creeping onto your face. A goth, grinning. Who knew it was possible? Eddie’s lips followed suit. Seeming to take permission from your own relaxation.

“Hi, Eddie.” You say softly. Voice like thunder in the quiet, only inches from him. “Nice to meet you.”