Barty: From Now On We'll Be Using Code Names! I'll Be "eagle 1"

I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????

do you all remember in the early 2010s where people were talking about freeing the nipple and that mixed-gender sports should become a thing and the removal of period tax and all of that and then some people realised that would mean trans people too ans they instantly decided to revert to bioessentialism 101 and now i have to see grating sentences like Well maybe jeopardy should be gender-segregated because males have a biological advantage in pressing a button

When you step into sunlight, you honor Apollo. When you admire the moon, you honor Artemis. When you admire cloud shapes, you honor Hera. When you smell petrichor, you honor Zeus. When you laugh at a joke, you honor Hermes. When your body twitches to dance at a particularly upbeat music, you honor Dinoysus. When you enjoy the first bite of your breakfast, you honor Demeter. When you choose your peace over any conflict, you honor Athena. When you warm yourself up by sheltering yourself in blanket, you honor Hestia. When you listen to Ocean sounds, you honor Poseidon. When you smell flowers, you honor Persephone. When you admire the coolness of first day of Autumn, you honor Hades. When you wear your favourite jewellery, you honor Hephaestus. When you smile, you honor Aphrodite. When you exercise, you honor Ares. When you light a torch in a dark room, you honor Hekate.

Your body is a shrine to Gods, your being an act of devotion for them. You, by yourself, are enough for them.

Oohlala, I am halfway done.

Coloring didn’t come out how I imagined but hey, that happens…

Day 14

Fictober Day 4

Prompt:

"Do you resent me?"

"I resent these circumstances. But I don't blame you for them."

*changed resent to hate

Stucky, angst, hurt/comfort

Steve and Bucky had been together a long while, from friends in the 40s to lovers in the 2000s. Steve was used to waking up to Bucky's nightmares. He was used to calming him down and keeping him sane.

But tonight was something new, something strange. He's woken up to a metal hand around his throat, Russian spilling from Bucky's lips.

“Bucky!” Steve exclaims, trying to pry his hand away, unsuccessful. “Baby, look at me. Wake up.”

Bucky stares down at him, blue eyes piercing his, Steve's words awakening familiarity within him, overriding the fear and instinct.

But when he fully wakes up, he stumbles to his feet and gets himself as far away from Steve as possible, soft sobs escaping him when he realizes what had happened.

Steve rushes to his side, only to be met with a flinch and a gentle hand pushing him away.

“Its okay, Buck. Look at me, I'm okay. You didn't hurt me.” He reassures him, sitting a foot away from Bucky, hand outstretched, patiently waiting for Bucky to take it. “Its not your fault.”

Bucky shakes his head, pulling his legs to his chest and burying his face in his knees. “I coulda hurt you, Steve.” He sniffs, tears pouring. “I love you. Don't wanna hurt you.”

Steve slowly moves closer, hand on Bucky's shoulder. “But you didn't, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare.”

Bucky sobs out and leans into him, face pressed into his shoulder. “Don't you hate me?”

“Baby, no. I hate these circumstances. I hate what you've had to go through, what you still have to go through. But I don't blame you for them, okay? So don't blame yourself.”

Steve pulls Bucky into his arms, cradling him to his chest, fingers gently running through his hair as Bucky slowly calms down.

Once his sobs turn into occasional hiccups, Steve speaks. “Buck? Wanna talk about it?”

Bucky shakes his head, burrowing his face deeper into his chest.

Steve sighs and nods. “How about I get you a cup of tea and we can go from there?” Bucky nods in response and Steve gently maneuvers him off his lap, helping him up off the ground.

“Go lay down. I'll be back in a moment, okay?” Steve says, helping Bucky to the bed. Once he nods, Steve presses a gentle kiss to his forehead before padding off to the kitchen. When he returns, its with a mug of tea in his hand, only to see that Bucky had fallen back asleep.

He smiles and sits down on the bed next to Bucky, sipping on the tea he'd originally made for him. “Sweet dreams, Buck.” He whispers, one hand playing with Bucky's hair. He watches over him for the remainder of the night, keeping an eye on his movements and sounds.

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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)

ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.

Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.

He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.

You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.

The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).

“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”

Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.

“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”

“No?”

“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”

“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.

You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”

“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.

You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.

“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”

“You’re not dumb, Eds.”

“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”

You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.

He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”

“I’ll die,” you deadpan.

“You’re so dramatic.”

His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck. 

That’s where he lingers. 

Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there. 

He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.

His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.

“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.

Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.

“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”

You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed. 

You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”

He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.

Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”

“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”

“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”

He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”

The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”

“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”

“But not all the time, though, right?”

“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”

“Sure…”

Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”

You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.

Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.

“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.

“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”

He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now. 

Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.

The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.

“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.

Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”

His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”

Again, you nod.

“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”

“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.

Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”

“So… on you?”

“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.

“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”

You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.

Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”

“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”

His smile widens. “Exactly.”

“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”

Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy. 

“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.

You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.

“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”

“Oh, fuck…”

You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.

Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”

Every now and then I'm reminded Real People with Actual Jobs use tumblr and I've always been legitimately curious what all you weird adults are up to when you're not on this site and with tumblr's New Poll Feature I can finally get an answer! (or the closest approximation of an answer possible with only 10 available options h a)

Would you be open to a one shot where Eddie scares the reader on Halloween and they slip and get super scared of him and run and hide so he has to comfort her a bunch?

Little subby reader getting scared by big mean Eds. .

CW: little scary but not rlly, lots of pet names , little reader , fem reader, Daddy!Eddie , fluffy , wrote this pretty fast but it's cute

Masterlist

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You see , what Eddie loved about you was how small and vulnerable you were around him. You were his soft spot. He had the inherent urge to take care of you, protect you against the big mean world that he knows exists out there.

But…he’s still Eddie. He’s still a little sadistic (which you love), and he loves when he can make you cry , because then you reach out for him even more. Spooky season is his favorite, and you like it too. But you like the cute ghosts and pumpkins and sweaters and blankies. Eddie likes the scary movies and stories and haunting and blood.

And he had this idea, just a small one, to play a scary joke on you. Both for his thrill and yours, and maybe he could even get you to enjoy the fear a little, maybe even find it funny.

So, one dark October night, Eddie comes up with his plan.

“shit baby, I forgot I need to get candy for Hellfire tomorrow. i told them i’d treat them,” Eddie says, moving his arm from around where it was holding you on the couch.

You shift sleepily out of his hold. “Oh, okay Eds we can go,” you say , moving to put on your ghost slippers.

He quickly stops you. “No no baby, I can just go really fast. You stay and rest. I’ll be right back.”

Your eyebrows knit together. You don’t like being left alone at night. You know you’d be safe, but you always feel better when Eddie is around. Your head falls some as you twiddle your thumbs together.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie starts, tipping your head up by your chin to look at him. “Can you be a big girl for me? Stay home alone just for a few minutes?” Eddie asks, using his charming Daddy voice on you, knowing it pulls on your heart strings.

You breathe in deeply. You want to be good for him, make him proud. You can do it, just a few minutes while he’s gone. You nod and he kisses your forehead.

He’s smiling giddily, and has to hold himself back from showing his excitement. “Good girl,” he praises. “I love you. I’ll be right back, and maybe i’ll bring you a little treat.”

He holds your face and plants a wet kiss on your lips before grabbing his keys and wallet, and heading out the trailer door. You get up to make sure it’s locked behind him, just double checking before you sit back on the couch and focus on the tv.

You’re fine at first, knowing he’ll be back fast, and everything is okay. It’s not even that late .

Ten minutes pass and you start to feel a little more nervous, eyes constantly flitting to the door, waiting for Eddie to walk through and relieve you of your nerves.

But what you don’t see is Eddie outside, Michael Myers mask in hand as he creeps along the side of the trailer. He had started the van and drove forward, knowing you’d wait to hear him leave, but he turned the lights off and parked right away, counting the minutes before he’d come scare you.

He tries to tread his boots lightly, not crunching the gravel outside too loudly so you didn’t expect anything.

He creeps up to be just under the window that sits behind the couch in the living room, just barely being able to see the outline of your head. You look so small and innocent. So sweet, cuddled into the blanket he left you in. Had you even moved? Probably not, you’re probably just waiting for him to arrive home.

His heart thumps as he raises his hand and knocks , one two three times on the window, before ducking back down out of sight.

You heard the knocks, your head immediately turning back to the dark window behind you. Your heart quickens, scared. Maybe you were imagining it. It wasn’t real.

You try to focus again on the movie, but you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, your adrenaline rising.

…You heard it before you saw it- the rattling of the front door. It was like the entire world had stopped. It was too soon for Eddie to be home so you knew it wasn’t him.

The door rattles again, harder.

Someone was trying to get in.

Youre frozen in place as tears start to prick in your eyes. You don’t know what to do, where to go.

BANG

Something hit the door, maybe someone trying to force it open, and you yelp a scream, immediately putting a hand over your mouth trying to silence yourself. You don’t want the intruder to know you’re here.

You try and calm your breathing, staring at the locked door before deciding it best to go hide.

But as you slowly got up to creep toward the bedroom- you saw it.

A man’s face looking in at you from the back window.

You scream, running to the bedroom and locking the door, crying and shaking. You run to Eddies closet, closing it immediately and locking the door as you try to bury yourself behind clothes. You are a shaking, crying, trembling mess as you prepared yourself for the worst.

You had seen it, the man outside the window in the black of night. Was he holding something? You can’t remember but it doesn’t matter because Eddie isn’t home, and what if he comes home and the man attacks him or or-

You hear the front door open. How? How did they get in, you know you locked it, you were sure.

Your tears can’t stop falling, you’re practically hyperventilating.

“Baby? Baby where are you?” You hear Eddie’s voice call, but youre still terrified, not trusting it was him, so you remain in the closet.

Eddie searches the living room, his smile of satisfaction slowly turning into a worried look as he realizes he might’ve gone too far. He races through the hallway, seeing the discarded blankie of yours on the ground outside of the bedroom.

He runs for bedroom door and tries to open it but it was locked from the inside. His heart drops, you must be terrified.

“Baby, it’s just me! Open the door please I promise you’re okay. It’s okay,” he calls to you, praying you were still inside and didn’t manage to run out.

“J-just you?” You call out weakly from the cracked open closet door.

“Just me . Just me, sweetheart” he tries to reassure you. He can tell by the higher pitch in your voice that you’ve slipped even further than before he left.

“If it’s you…den What’s our safe word?” You ask, trying to make sure it’s really him.

He chuckles. “Mayo, Mayo baby . Mayo like mayonnaise.”

You sigh in relief, getting up on shaky legs to walk and open the door for him. He looks at you and his expression drops upon seeing how sad and small you are, tears streaking your red face.

You reach up and hug him immediately. “So so scared Daddy there was a -“ you start crying again, choking some on your words as Eddie guides you toward the bed. “A man outside and he-he tried to come in and get me and-“

but that’s when you see the mask in Eddie’s hand. Your heart drops. Your eyes blow open and breathing stops as you put the pieces together.

You instantly recoil away from him.

“Baby I’m so sorry I didn’t think you would get so upset,” Eddie immediately apologizes, reaching his hands toward you. But you back away even more toward the headboard of the bed, clutching a pillow to you.

Your tears come out even faster now. “I-I was so scared,” you cry, your voice small as you try and hide from him.

His heart breaks , regret filling his veins as he realizes what he’s done. He knew you were sensitive and he let his own stupid prank hurt you. It’s the last thing he wanted to do.

“I’m so fucking sorry baby,” He repeats, leaning forward and wrapping his strong arms around you. You let your head fall into his chest, breathing choppy as you try and calm your emotions down. “You’re safe baby, you’re safe,” Eddie coos.

“But you were trying to get me,” you whine, small and vulnerable.

He rubs your back. “i was being stupid and pulling a prank. I should’ve known it would scare you baby,” he says.

You nod into him and he squeezes you tighter. Your little sniffles make his heart ache. He kisses the top of your head before pulling back from you to look at your cute face.

“Hey,” he tries to smile at you softly, lifting a hand to rub your cheek. “Just me, little one, just me.”

You look up at him, all wet eyes and innocence. You gaze at him as if he put the stars in the sky himself, because when you slip like this, start to feel little and scared, he’s your light.

Your bottom lip is jutted out into a little pout and fuck he thinks youre just so cute. He kisses your cheek and it makes you smile, so he kisses the other. You start to giggle as he peppers kisses all over your face, making louder and louder obnoxious noises as he does so.

“I’m gonna eat this cute little face” he says, pretending to take bites out of your cheeks.

“No! Eddieeee!” you giggle, pretending to push him away. He keeps peppering you with kisses, also letting his hands roam to tickle your sides. Before you know it you’re a soft giggly mess laying on the bed with Eddie fully on top of you.

Your giggling calms down as you look up at him. He’s so pretty, so soft and kind to you. “I’m sorry baby, really,” he apologizes again, moving hair out of your face.

“I forgive you Eddie bear,” you smile, the lilt in your voice making it singsongy. “But never again please!!”

“Never again baby love,” He agrees and kisses your lips before laying on you fully.

You hum at the feeling. “I love when you lay on me. Feels so good,” you mumble under him, appreciating his weight.

He kisses your chest through your jacket. “I’ll be your personal blankie always,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

You let out a puff of air as he squeezes you, and wrap your arms around him. “My Eddie bear,” you mumble, letting your eyes close and breathe him in. Safe. Always safe with him.

His cheeks heat up. He loves that you call him that nickname so much. He nuzzles his head into you some more. “I love you baby. I’ll protect you. Always.”

And you smile knowing that it’s true, he’ll always protect you. Even if it’s from himself.

Sirius: Being a jerk isn't a personality.

Regulus: I beg to differ.

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