#somethingvicked

hoard era joe hits different 😫

Anyone could have guessed what was going to be the result of Eddie hanging around Hannah while she battled the plague, as Eddie called it. Eddie was probably the only idiot that couldn't forsee the outcome and now he was dealing with the consequences of his naivety.

It was Friday and he did not get up in time to go to school. When he finally did manage to wake up he realized that a) it was stupid to go in now and b) he was dying.

He wasn't dying really but it sure as fuck felt like it to him. There was something to be said there about Eddie being dramatic. A flu to him could really feel like the plague. He got his ass back to bed and under the covers. He was freezing so he made sure his bedroom window was closed and that he got those covers and blankets all the way up over his head.

OMG YES LMAO

he would complain about that so much. he would whine that the shot is ruined because his hair got in the way, and that he can’t see himself eating you out. you would laugh and tease him about making a video instead, which he’s down for, but he really wants the photos, too. you offer to go back and he’s down for that, too, but he ties his hair back this time. he isn’t gonna let it ruin this for him a second time, no way.

She decided to make it a bit easier for him to understand. "Well ... in my world you were a character in a story I ... interacted with. It was like a storytelling game of sorts. And you, you were in it. That's how I know. I never imagined it could be real, but ... here you are."

"'A character in a story'? You mean like a... bard's tale? Or a lot of bards if it's a game?" He hummed, rolling the idea around in his mind. "Alright then... what do the bards say about me in your world? It had better be good..."

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How bout I take that sandwich myself?

Eddie’s currently occupied bouncing on my dick right now

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Tongue clicking off the roof of his mouth, eyes rolling in response. Essentially the question of him being a hero or a villain was absolutely ridiculous, mainly because it was basically a theological debate. Cause if one thinks about it, the question, framed in these terms, makes very little sense. 'Good' and 'evil' are purely concepts humans made up in order to compare themselves with one another. After all no one would question rather an animal or if nature was good or evil. So the God of Mischief simply snickered, tempted to just walk away and let the stranger assume whatever they wanted to about him. Besides Loki was aware after the incident in New York, most of the Midgardians classified him as a villain. If the other had to ask then Loki assumed they weren’t aware of the chaos he had caused last time he was here. Or maybe they were, who knows and who cares? Certainly not him. 

"I hope not." It was a reaction more than a thought out statement. It wasn't that he didn't like Wayne either, Eddie's immediate thought was that Wayne didn't have hair (and Eddie really loved his hair).

Guess there were benefits to growing up with nothing and having to work with what you had. It meant Eddie, at a very age, learned to fix things around the house. "If the oven works you have gas." That was the first thing. "Likely the hose." Which could be a number of things: that it wasn't tightened enough, that it had a leak or that she needed a new one. "I can take a look if you want." Obviously, Edward, that's what she wants. She wouldn't be asking for help if she didn't.