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gardenofnoah · 1 year

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“you’re going to hurt yourself like that, my love.”

you startle at the voice over you, having been nearly asleep.

“—uh?”

you turn your head to see Nanami looming over your side of the bed. if you were fully conscious, you would see the tiny look of mischief in his eyes as they roam your body, but you’re not, so you take it as his tendency to mother hen you.

and then he’s pushing you to the middle of the bed despite your whining, climbing in beside you. you try to settle in and find you’re still being moved—he’s on his back, shuffling himself down the bed and pulling one of your legs over his chest. you feel him turn his face into your belly in a move that feels suspiciously like nuzzling.

“what’re y’doin,” you slur, a little petulant at being woken up like this, despite it being well past the time you meant to rejoin the living and despite your own desire to seek out the warmth he’s emitting next to you.

“you’re going to hurt your hip, laying like that,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he runs a hand up the back of your thigh and over your hip, and you sigh a little bit, comforted by the feeling of him.

“i don’t know how you sleep like that,” he continues, absentmindedly dragging his fingers over your skin, making you shiver every now and then.

“feels good,” you grumble, face shoved into the pillow. talking about your bizarre sleeping position and maybe also the way the rough pads of his fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake. you think you hear him chuckle softly, and you feel him press a kiss to the skin of your belly, right above the hem of your sleep shorts.

it’s soft, chaste—and then it’s not, and you suck in a breath when you feel him kiss you there again, feeling the tip of his tongue drag along the skin that stretches over your hip bone.

and evidently he hears your sharp inhale, because you feel a strong arm sneak around your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“was still sleeping, you know,” but it’s lost all of its bite and you’re a little breathless now, fixated on the way his free hand slides up the back of your thigh to brush over the sensitive spot just under the curve of your ass.

“go to sleep then,” he says into the soft of your belly, pressing another kiss, opening his mouth a little wider to catch the skin of it between his teeth. he’s turned into you now, and despite yourself, you drag your leg up from his chest so it’s over his shoulder.

he moves to rest his head against your thigh that’s trapped underneath him, and distantly you think that it is more comfortable like this— his head squeezed between your legs having alleviated some of the pressure against your hip from laying on your side. that thought quickly becomes muddled in your head when you feel him latch on to the skin of your inner thigh that rests against his face.

you whine, hips bucking weakly as you squirm under tongue and teeth—both leaning into and trying to get away from the sting of his bite.

“my sweet love,” he coos, running his tongue over the fresh bruise, placating you. you shiver, pressing your face further into the pillow to try to breathe—to ground yourself despite the heat that curls up your spine. he stops, then, and you peak down at him to find that he’s staring back up at you.

“hi,” you whisper, fighting another shudder at the way his lips pull at the corners into a smirk that looks absolutely sinful on him.

“good morning,” he drawls, deep and far too awake. he rests his chin in the space between your hips, pressing a quick kiss above your pubic bone. your hips buck toward him a tiny bit, and his smirk widens when he feels it.

you bring a hand down to run it through his hair, tangling in the blond strands and scratching at his scalp. he closes his eyes and hums, deep in his chest, nuzzling into your thigh. it makes you smile, and it makes you ache.

“want you, ken,” you murmur, squeezing him gently between your thighs and reveling in the groan he lets out.

“i know, sweetheart,” he coos, hands coming up again to grope whatever skin he can reach and pressing a tiny kiss through your shorts, “i can smell you.”

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nsharks · 1 year

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could you write something about simon cuddling a stuffed animal for his kid? like the kid leaves the room and doesn’t take the stuffie and gives it to him so it doesn’t get lonely and absolutely refuses to let him set the stuffie on the couch

“you have to hold him, daddy. he’ll be sad if you don’t”

i love the idea of big tough men holding small stuffed animals (bonus points if it’s a dog or a bear) -tea 🍵

ghost + your son's teddy bear

When Simon is home, he's always the one to put the kids to bed.

It's the most one-on-one time he gets with them.

First, your daughter. She's nearly two now. He will sit with her in a chair and just hold her for a bit until her squirming fades, her little cheek turning slack against his chest. "Look at you, dove. Ready for your bed." A kiss to her little hand, a kiss to her cheek. And he'll carefully transfer her into the crib.

Then, your son. You witness some of their nightly routine. Simon will lean against the bathroom door to watch him brush his teeth. "Don't forget to rinse, kid." He will let him pick out the night's attire, supervising as he practices dressing by himself (offers help where needed).

That's all you see of it. Once your son's in bed, you give them their alone time.

But one night, you're tidying up in the living room when you hear quiet murmurs. The door to your son's bedroom left ajar.

"Daddy, my bear gets sad when you leave." Soft, sleepy.

And then a gruff, "Does he now?"

"Mm. He misses your stories."

"Got to tell him your own stories fo' me, bug."

You don't mean to listen, but it's hard not to, a soft smile touching your lips. Curiously, you drift closer to the door.

"Daddy, you're big like a bear."

"Am I?"

A hum, a little giggle. "You're the dad bear. My teddy is the baby."

"Another one now, huh? Can barely handle you and your sister."

More sleepy giggles, but then there's the gentlest of yawns.

"Alright, kid. Time to close your eyes."

And what you don't see is the firm kiss planted on your son's forehead. All you hear: a quiet whine.

"Wait. You have to kiss teddy, too."

"Right,” Simon mumbles. “Give him 'ere."

You peak in just when the bear makes it to Simon’s hands. The behemoth of a man dips his head to give a kiss to the stuffed animal, just as he did to your son. Your heart flutters.

A languid pause.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got to take my bear with you when you leave," your son whispers. "Or else he will get really, really sad."

Your heart clenches. Teeth grazing your cheek.

You hear your husband's low voice, "Want me to?"

"Yeah, he's your baby now, 'member? You have to tell him stories," your son demands in a sleepy daze. "And give him hugs. Like you do with me, okay?"

"Alright, bug, I'll take 'im."

And the next time Simon is deployed, weeks later, you notice the stuffed bear tucked in his bag. What you won't see, and what Simon wouldn't admit to even you, is how the bear finds home on the cot in his dorm. Simon- Ghost when he's in the uniform- holds this bear every night he can.

#i think this one of top three fav things I’ve written #it reminds me of one of my little students #miss that lil one #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #cod #fluff #dad ghost

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aquaquadrant · 6 months

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Title: poor language

Warnings: Shipping (Ethubs, past Impdubs, kissing), session 4 spoilers, references to past seasons

~*~

“You know, Impulse came with me to kill the dragon.”

Bdubs says it casually as he slides off his horse. They’ve officially ended the session, but a few players are still hanging around, catching up on the session’s chaotic events before heading back to their respective worlds. So naturally, he had to stop by Etho’s place to gloat some more about his legendary accomplishment.

Etho, doing some last minute work on his chicken farm, doesn’t look over at Bdubs’s arrival. “Oh, yeah?”

(‘You know, our old thing- if things come down to it, we don’t betray each other.’)

“Yeah.” Bdubs ties his horse to one of the fence posts of Etho’s sheep pen. “Yes, he did, he- it was me, him, and Pearl first before those other- those sneak- snipers, freaking kill-stealers came in after, of course. But Impulse, he- you know, he couldn’t actually kill anything this session so he was just helpin’ out, shooting th- the uh… end crystals… moral support…”

Etho nods, his back still turned to Bdubs. “Good, good.”

“Yes…” Bdubs clears his throat. He puts as much admiration into his voice as humanly possible. “He did amazing.”

(‘Guess what? Impulse and I are in love.’)

“I’m sure he did,” Etho replies, his tone perfectly, infuriatingly neutral.

Irritation flickers through Bdubs. He pauses for a second, working his jaw. “Eeugh- you know it was my task, right?” he presses. “I ha- my hard task, most impossible task in’a world, kill the ender dragon in the life series…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Finally, Etho climbs out of the chicken hole, dusting his hands off. “I- I kinda figured, ‘cause you know, you were pushing real hard for it…”

“Uh huh.” Scowling, Bdubs puts his hands on his hips. “Well- thanks a lot, then, for the help!”

(‘You could’ve went for me, and you chose not to.’)

Etho’s grinning behind his mask. “What, you expect me to fight a dragon just to help you out?” he asks teasingly.

(‘You clearly don’t know how Etho works.’)

Bdubs’s voice dies in his throat. He swallows, glancing alway. “No,” he lies. “No, I don’t…”

“Gotta play smart in these games, you know?” Etho puts his hands in his pockets, walking over. “Going to the end, uh, it just doesn’t make logical sense. Like, especially if it’s not even my task.”

(‘Etho, I feel like if this whole thing falls apart, alliances and stuff- it’ll still be you and me. We’ll still stick together.’)

“Right,” Bdubs murmurs sullenly. He folds his arms. “Right, right, right, of course.”

Etho comes to a stop in front of him. “So like, why else would I go?”

“Why else, right…” Bdubs echoes. His chest feels tight all of a sudden.

(‘He’s a survivor, that’s all he does.’)

Etho sighs. “What- what’re you doing, Bdubs? Why are you here?”

Bdubs’s heart jolts. “Uh- jeeze, can’t I just stop by to chat?” he demands, throwing his arms up. “Goodness sakes!”

Etho tilts his head. “Well yeah, sure, but you’re always here,” he points out. “Like, since day one you’ve just been finding reasons to come over here…”

(‘Where’s your boyfriend, Bdubs?’)

Bdubs feels his face heat up. “Oh, would you- maybe I come over to see Cleo, did- did you think of that?”

“Cleo’s not here right now,” Etho says evenly.

“Ah hah…” Bdubs rubs the back of his neck. “Well, that’s- yes, yes, okay, you’re right. So what?”

“So, if you wanna be around me so bad, why didn’t you team with me at the start?” Etho asks, taking a step forward. “Why’d you go join up with the Mounders?”

(‘The first thing I wanted to do was… well, yes, of course! Of course, team up with you, yes.’)

“Uh…” Bdubs takes a step back. “I mean, I didn’t- things happen, you know, organically, and- and I didn’t really… I had to build a- a house, upside-down house, other people started buildin’ around me while you- you ran off into the middle’a nowhere!”

(‘Etho has no loyalty to you. He’s just immediately teamed up with the next guy that’s come along.’)

“I think we both know why.” Etho starts walking forward again, forcing Bdubs to take equivalent steps back. “We’ve known each other a long time, Bdubs. We’ve got other worlds outside of these games, where we can spend time together without all the uh, the manipulation and deception and killing.”

Bdubs’s back suddenly hits a tree- he has nowhere else to go. His heartbeat pounds in his ears. “Uh, yeah? And…?”

Etho shrugs, looming over Bdubs. “But that’s just part of the game. So like, we can make all the promises we want, but uh, we both know that sometimes… things don’t end well. So maybe it’s better to keep our distance this time. That way it’ll hurt less, when it happens, and we won’t ruin what we have outside of the game.”

(‘I have a strong feeling we’re not gonna be friends at the end of this.’)

“So that’s it?” Bdubs challenges, indignation rising inside him. “Just- just avoid me, so you don’t feel bad if you turn ‘round and stab me in the back, huh?”

(‘You know I would never kill you, Bdubs.’)

Etho’s eyes flash. “You wanna know why I didn’t go to the end for you, Bdubs?” He leans in. “Cause I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

“Oh, is that a fact?” Bdubs breathes incredulously, staring back up at Etho. “You know what I think? I think you’re just scared. Not of the dragon, sure enough, but of what it’d mean t’go fight it for me.”

(‘I gave him the courage! He was scared.’)

Etho’s expression betrays nothing. “You think so, huh?”

“Yeah!” Bdubs puffs out his chest, a fierce grin spreading across his face. “Impulse didn’t care, as a matter of fact he was happy to do it!”

(‘Now, is this a happy marriage?’)

“Yeah?” Etho’s voice is dangerously soft, almost playful. “Then why aren’t you at his base right now?”

Bdubs deflates again. He should’ve known better than to try and make Etho feel threatened by his history with Impulse. They both know their connection goes deeper than that, than a single season of bound hearts and souls.

(‘Um… I want Etho.’)

“Okay, okay,” he says sheepishly, face burning, “you got me. In fact, I think Impulse- he was already planning on goin’ before I was, not even to help me out specifically.” He shakes his head. “Sheesh! I was just- is it too much to ask for a- a little attention?”

(‘Why can’t you be normal about Etho?’)

Etho hums noncommittally. He braces a forearm against the tree above Bdubs’s head, leaning in so their faces are mere inches apart. “You’ve got my attention now.”

Despite the tension, Bdubs huffs a laugh. “So much for- for keepin’ your distance, huh?” he jokes, reaching a hand up to tug Etho’s mask down.

This time, he can see Etho smile. “Well, we’re not technically playing the game right now. Session’s over.”

“Good point,” Bdubs chuckles, tilting his head up to meet Etho’s lips.

He knows this doesn’t come easy to Etho. He doesn’t have the same boldness as Bdubs when it comes to love, doesn’t throw his entire self into it with reckless abandon. He’s more cautious than that- always has been. He shelters his heart behind his aloof nature, his uninvested ‘easy-going’ attitude, and he wraps his words up in clever metaphors and the guise of amusement- lest anything he say be taken seriously as a weapon to wound him. So words aren’t always enough to convey what he really feels.

But they don’t need words for this.

Bdubs is well-versed in the dialect of Etho’s hands, the way they grip his waist to pull him closer. He’s memorized the divots that Etho’s scar has left in his lips, the way it feels against his own. He knows the slant of Etho’s jaw beneath his fingertips, the way his head tilts and shoulders bow to accommodate their difference in height. Every movement, every touch, every breath between them is part of their own unspoken language, communicating everything Etho’s left unsaid in his own unique way- and Bdubs remembers why he never should’ve doubted.

(‘He loves me. He cares. He does.’)

~*~

#secret life smp #life series smp #ethubs #hermitshipping #my writing #this is meant to be a little stand-alone thing #not related to any other fics i’ve written #the power of ethubs compelled me #me throwing as many canon lines in here as i can bc it’s not just me right???#y’all are seeing this?????

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tiyoin · 2 months

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Floyd would prob like watching Spongebob.

HAHAHA OMG YES

YES

i can just imagine floyd running into it on day while internet surfing.

at first i think he’s like “…ha” kinda like a ‘oh my god this is so funny but i didn’t expect it to be’

but then time goes on and he def thinks about it, like a LOT. and of course, our poor leech falls victim to the ‘spongebob binge phase’ and just obsessively watches spongebob!!

AND THE FACT THAT IRS SEA THEMED MAKES IT SOOO MUCH BETTER TO EL OH ELL

there’s def a few times he related with some of the scenes too 😭

i can kinda see him as a patrick guy??? or maybe even a spongebob guy🤔 WAIT I THINK HED LIKE SQUIDWARD BECAUSE HE FINDS HIM RELATABLE (in bad moods) AND SCHEMES FUNNY… or maybe even plankton 😳(idk)

tell me or tell me that floyd would fuck with azul by telling him there’s this rival establishment with THEE best burgers ever.

obviously azul is confused because he’s the one and only restaurant / lounge at night raven college. only for floyd to snicker with a ‘not anymore’

and ofc azul is like: take me there!

and floyd is like: mmm no.

but now azul is on the hunt for a place called ‘the crusty crab’ and wants to know if anyone has a ‘krabby patty’ 💀

ofc azul gets laughed out of his socks by others from the sheer desperation of needing to know about this krabby patties ‘secret formula’ 😭😭

*azul slowly merges into plankton*

floyd is HOWLING with laughter as azul comes storming into the monstro, his cold blood turning his once porcelain cheeks aflame with the fires hotter than hell. so hot that it turned him into a blueberry.

“floyd-“

floyd flops a suspicious burger onto and even more suspiciously placed plate dab smack in front of azul. he looked at azul, then to the burger before fixing him a a crooked smile. “heard you were hound’s fer one of these guys.” he pushed the plate closer to him causing a droplet to fall from a red, thin tomato slice.

“is- is that-“

“a krabby patty? yeah.” he shrugs, leaning closer onto the cabinet to watch azul’s mouth drop with disbelief.

he grabs the burger bringing it up to azul, “i managed to get the last one for the day, impressive since they sell out so fast” floyd watched azul attempt to speak, but he just bit into the burger.

he moaned on faux delight. “hmm n it’s so good too.”

“floyd!” azul gasped, attempting to lunge for the burger. on cue floyd stumbled back, fingers loosening their grip in the burgers soft, golden patty.

cinematically, the once unified burger slowly started falling apart as it raced like raindrops to the floor.

with a sad squelch, the lettuce, tomato, pickles- alotta pickles, onions the burger and the most important ingredient. the secret one. all fell to the floor.

azul could only gap in despair as the elusive ‘krabby patty’ now laid ruined on the floor. he was desperate, yes, he first and foremost- he was a gentleman.

“floyd you- you!!”

“relax ‘zul, i’ll just get you ‘nother one”

“how?? because i can’t seem to find this ‘krusty krab’ anywhere! it’s nowhere on campus, no where on sage isle, and nowhere under water!!”

floyd could only laugh. oh my god. how can someone be so smart and yet so dumb at the same time.

“don’t worry,” he sniffed “i know a guy😼”

#oh my god #is azul a little ooc? yes. yes he is.#but! we can’t all be smarties all the time now can we :)#this is the funniest thing i’ve probably written in a while.#😭😭#I STARTED LAUGHING MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGH OUT WRITING THIS AUAHAH #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto

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nowshesdoingitallthetime · 7 months

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Cocktails, Cowboys and Back Alleyways

[a/n: hi… this started as just a silly little brainrot that grew into something much bigger than planned. a little disclaimer, english isn’t my first language and punctuation isn’t my strongest suit. this being the first thing i have ever written probably doesn’t help either. minors DNI]

tags: pinning, alcohol consumption, they make out in a back alley and I’m pretty sure that’s it.

[word count: 6792]

When agreeing to go out for drinks on Halloween with Matty, you didn’t think you’d end up dressed as a bottle of moonshine at 8pm walking around the streets of London waiting for an Uber but here you were.

Matty had called you about 4 hours ago asking you to come spend Halloween with him and the guys at the bar and with the promise of free drinks and seeing the guys dressed up in costumes, you had agreed to go a decision that had led you to scrambling around your apartment trying to put together a last minute Halloween costume.

After about half an hour of searching around your apartment you’d found an old costume in the far back of your closet from when you and your friend group had gone as different liquor types/brands from a couple years ago in your Uni days which you had thrown on in a hurry and to your surprise and relief it still fit you like a glove.

The costume itself was rather simple, a classic yet stunning amber mini dress that complimented your body in all the right ways, a classic denim jacket paired with a pair of cowboy boots and the star of the outfit, the feathered cowboy hat with the moonshine logo on top.

After getting into your Uber and giving the driver the address to The Shiny Collarbone you had texted Matty saying you were on your way to which he had responded with a “don’t know if I’m more excited to see you or what you’re dressed up as, see you soon darling get here safe” which had you a flustered mess.

You’d known Matty and the guys for close to a year now, but you still weren’t used to the flirting and the nicknames. A part of you secretly hoped the flirting meant your feelings were reciprocated, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up just to have them crushed by reality.

As the car turned onto the next street you saw the bright neon sign hanging above the bar at the end of the road, and you started to gather your things.

Once the car came to a stop you thanked the driver and exited the car and went out into the cold October air as you made your way to the entrance you checked your makeup once in your phone before entering.

Once stepping inside you were immediately greeted by the loud and lively atmosphere which brought you a sense of familiarity and comfort. While it wasn’t the busiest you’d seen it be, you wouldn’t consider it a quiet night for them either.

Having been a bar for over 20 years that had once started as just a small hole in the wall bar run by a group of friends had over time become a notorious and sought after spot to visit as well as being popular with the locals, a fact Matty was proud to share on more than one occasion.

As you scan the familiar room you notice George as usual standing by the DJ booth enjoying himself while pushing buttons that he’d shown you how to use many times before but you couldn’t for the life of you comprehend how he managed to make the music he did with them, no matter how many times he’s shown you.

What wasn’t usual about the scene in front of you, was the torn white half buttoned up shirt adoring his body and the messily scribbled word “werewolf” that was written in what was clearly Matty’s handwriting on the front of it, no doubt a last minute costume which you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at.

Looking towards the bar your eyes land on Ross tending to a group of girls by making them shots. Standing in what you believe to be a homemade mummy costume. he was covered in what from a distance appeared to be a mix of toilet paper and even stood from a distance you could see actual bandage gauze.

A part of you wondering where they had managed to get that considering you had seen the absolute state of their first aid kit, and to say they’d be fucked if something happened would be an understatement.

You eyes continue to scan the bar and the surrounding booths for Matty but you can’t seem to spot him and you can’t help but feel a small sense of disappointment even though you know for a fact he’s here.

As you start to make your way over towards your spot at the back of the bar, out walks the curly haired man in question carrying a case of whiskey no doubt to add to the display shelves behind him and Ross but as tempting as it is to stare at his straining biceps carrying the heavy case, your eyes can’t focus on anything besides the black traditional cowboy hat that sits on top of his greying curls and it has you stopping in your tracks and needing to take a moment to fully comprehend the sight of Matty dressed as a cowboy.

Once you managed to take your eyes off the hat you get a chance to notice the rest of his outfit and you debate turning back around for a solid 3 seconds to go outside and process the image In front of you.

In all his glory was Matty stood behind the bar wearing a cut off checkered flannel, the black cowboy hat, a back vest underneath and while not visible to your wandering eyes knowing him he’s definitely wearing his black cowboy boots on his feet to complete the look.

You watch as he starts turning back to most likely shout something to Ross and in that moment you make eye contact with him you watched his eyes widening, his mouth dropping and a small “wow” escaping.

The reaction causing your face to flush and after a couple of seconds you snap yourself out of the daze you found yourself in and resume walking over to your spot as Matty meets you there with a hug, pulling you into his neck which lets you get a whiff of the nice cologne he wore, complimented by a hint of the cigarette he probably just smoked and below that something you can only describe as Matty himself.

The scent had you relaxing in his hold and your shoulders falling causing you to completely melt into the hug. You both savor the feeling of being in each others arms, each one just as blind about each others feelings as the other. He squeezes you tight before he slowly pulls away looking into your eyes with a bright smile on his face.

“Would you look at that darling, it’s almost like this was planned.” With his brows raised, glancing up between your hat and his own causing you to let out a small laugh while lowering yourself into your regular seat and removing your jacket placing it on the chair besides you. An action that gave Matty an opportunity to get a proper look at your dress and he felt his heart skip a beat, to him you were breathtaking all the time, but this dress was something that had his head spinning and his thoughts darkening within seconds.

“Well you told me to come to the bar for drinks but that I wouldn’t be allowed in if i didn’t dress up so I figured this would be an appropriate costume, had no idea about your costume though. I have to say you clean up nice cowboy” which had Matty bashfully lowering his head with a small laugh, praying his hat would help conceal his blushing cheeks from your view.

You were feeling confident tonight, something Matty absolutely adored. He remembers at the start of your friendship when you had just started coming to the bar to hang out with him and the boys, and how shy and flustered you’d always get whenever he’d flirt with you.

But recently you had started to become more bold and Matty simply couldn’t get enough of it. You flirting back at him instead of shying away and in turn making him the flustered one was something he didn’t mind one bit.

If anything it made his feelings for you grow more with the thought of the slight possibility of you liking him back.

“Thank you darling have to say you don’t look too bad yourself, this dress is really doing wonders for you. Can I get you a drink miss moonshine?” The nickname caused the butterflies in your stomach to start to flutter and your smile brightens knowing he understood your costume.

You watched him make his way around back to the other side of the bar, and before you could answer his previous questions he adds

“Afraid we don’t have any actual moonshine though, so you’ll have to make do with something else darling”

with a mock frown now taking place on his features while shooting a quick glance back at your hat his expression quickly changing back into the grin you know and love.

“So what will you be having tonight darling?” He says as his gaze shifts to look back into your eyes, and you can see the amusement and happiness dancing around in his own. The same look no doubt present in your eyes.

“That’s so difficult I’m starting to get used to being spoiled and having you pick my drinks for me since you wont let me continue to order the “same 3 things”, so won’t you just pick something for me again Matty?” You said while giving him your best pout and Matty felt his heart rate pick up slightly.

Truthfully he’d do anything you asked him, but the second you brought out the pout he was close to being on his knees for you. Willing to do whatever you wanted as long as it kept you happy, but he kept his composure and replied with what he hoped to be a casual.

“Yeah because that’s boring! But you’ve liked the past couple I’ve made you try, don’t even try deny it! Except for that small mishap last week that Ross has a video of but you ended up liking it in the end! But I’ll see what I can do alright darling? But you can’t be disappointed once you get it okay? You asked for this.” He replied with a teasing glint now in his eyes and he started making his way around grabbing at the different ingredients for whatever cocktail he decided on making for you.

“Don’t say that! What do you mean he has video evidence? Don’t tell me you caught that on video.” You said with a slight bit of panic lacing your tone.

Last time you’d been at the bar during Matty’s shift, it had been one of the slower shift which in turn meant he had more time to spend with you so he had made you one of his special concoctions that he had been working on and perfecting.

While the aftertaste was lovely the amount of alcohol in it had come as a shock when you had your first sip which caused you to choke a bit. Something he had teased you for relentlessly, after making sure you were okay, the entire duration of his shift. Even after he had made you a new one containing a smaller amount of alcohol (something he had also made fun of.)

“Besides you wouldn’t give me something bad, would you?” You reply with a quick look of concerned, a look that caused Matty to let out a boyish giggle. You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of you it.

His laugh was something that never failed to bring a smile to your face whenever you heard it and honestly it might be one of your favorite sounds.

You lean slightly forward on the bartop your head now resting on one of you hands as you watch him slowly pour different types of liquor and syrups into the shaker, and you can’t help but let your eyes once again scan over his outfit and how it cling to his arms as he shook the shaker containing the mystery drink.

A look that doesn’t go unnoticed by Matty which had him raise his eyebrow and smirk, once you made eye contact and realized you had been caught checking him out you bashfully lowered your head blushing and turned your attention to the different labels of the bottles that had been placed in front of you.

When he saw your attention wasn’t on him anymore he couldn’t help but let his own gaze wander a bit. He wasn’t joking when he said the dress was doing wonders for accentuating your features. The way your dress hugged your chest had caused him to go a bit dizzy and his thoughts taking a darker turn and the fact you were now slightly leaning over the bar counter to get a close look at a bottle further away didn’t help his case in the slightest.

Shaking himself out of it, he focuses back on the task at hand of making your drink.

“What kind of professional would I be if I made you a drink I knew you wouldn’t enjoy? That’s how you end up getting no tips darling come on! Besides you really think I’d do that to you? I have a feeling you’ll really like this one actually, might even top the cosmopolitan you tried a couple weeks ago” he says while a look of childlike excitement washed over his face at the idea of you liking the drink he had made you.

Matty knew he was talented at what he did, but to get your approval was like when the teacher gave you a good star as a child.

He leaned down to grab a clean glass from underneath the bar and poured the drink he had made into it and eagerly passed it towards you over the bar to try.

“As if you have any struggles with getting tips Matty, I’ve sat besides you while you’ve counted them after a slow night. I can’t imagine what you must make on a busy day, must have something to do with the hair I imagine” you say while reaching up and tugging at one of his curls, the sudden move had his eyes widening and his whole body stumbling back a bit to try and avoid you gripping on his hair, something he’d had dreamed about you doing but in a completely different setting.

A setting that he should not be thinking about while at work, with you sitting directly in front of him no less.“Oi be nice! Those tips are part of the reason you get to drink for free you know” he says in an attempt to scold you, same way you’d scold a child, while pointing a finger at you to really sell it even though you could see the smile threatening to break out on his face while he tried to maintain the stern expression.

“Might actually want to start being a bit nicer to me darling or I’ll could start charging you” he continued with a smug look.

As he was finishing his sentence an arm got slung over his shoulder which caused him to jump a bit while Ross made his first real appearance of the night.

Making eye contact with you immediately while carrying a mischievous expression, a look you knew very well and you knew it’s about to get good when he gets involved in the conversation by stating.

“If this dickhead starts charging you for drinks you come straight to me, Adam or George and we’ll sort him out, alright love? Don’t let him feed his ego by thinking he can charge you as well” shooting you a wink and patting Matty on the back causing the shorter man to stumble a bit as Ross went to lean on the bartop beside him

“Oi what do you mean ego?!” Matty squeaked out dumbfounded and slightly offended while looking at Ross who was trying his best to hold back his laughter shooting a look towards you, completely ignoring the curly haired man at his side.

“What’s he trying to get you to drink this time then?”

Ross asked as he picked up the drink Matty had made and held it up towards the light to get a proper look at it as if to inspect and no doubt judge it.

“Please tell me he’s not made one of his own concoctions again, god knows the one last time was vile. I don’t know why you keep letting him do this to you love” he continued as he raised the drink to his face to smell it and gave it a small nod of approval before putting in back down on the counter in front of you.

“I’ll have you know she actually liked the one last time Ross! Just needed to tweak the amount of alcohol, and then she enjoyed it! Didn’t you darling?” Both men now with their full attention turned towards you.

Matty with an expectant look and Ross with a look of amusement and his brow raised almost in a challenging way.

You debated on if you should answer truthfully or go along with Ross teasing as a way to rile Matty up, deciding to be nice you went with the truth.

“It was nice, just a bit strong for my taste! The second one you made was much nicer though” you watched as Ross rolled his eyes and Matty lit up with a triumphant look, eager to rub the small victory in Ross’s face

Looking over the shoulders of both men you spotted a gorgeous woman, who you had noticed earlier eyeing up Ross as you walked in, was now making her way up towards the bar and deciding to interrupt before Matty could start gloating you added.

“actually now that you’re here Ross, would you mind making me one of those slushy drinks you do? The ones with the strawberry on the side?”

You watched as Matty’s expression turned from one of pure pride and happiness to a look of horror followed closely by a look of absolute betrayal, Ross on the other hand couldn’t fight off the smug expression and part of you thinks he wasn’t even trying to as you continued.

“You’re the best one at making them by far, and I’ve been dying for one all week.”

Was it a bit mean? Yeah, but you weren’t necessarily lying when you said you’d been craving one all week.

You also couldn’t shake off the giddy feeling of seeing Matty a bit jealous that you had asked Ross to make you your drink instead of him. With a wink and a

“I’ll get right on that love”

Ross walked off to make the requested drink and without knowing walking towards the woman now stood at the bar and you were now faced with Matty who looked like a kicked puppy with the biggest pout adoring his face. And you felt your heart break a little at him going.

“You’ve not even tried the drink I’ve just made you and now you’re sending Ross off to make you new one, and here I thought I was something special to you darling”

the look of jealousy and sadness didn’t get to last long though. “Don’t be silly Matty I only sent him over there because there’s a girl coming up to the bar who’s exactly Ross type, and I’d be a horrible wing-woman if I didn’t get him up there with her” you say while trying to discreetly point out the girl in question to Matty.

And just as you expected she was already in what appeared to be deep conversation and you could tell just from Ross body language that he fancied her as well.

“Ah aren’t you clever darling look at you looking out for our boy, enough about him though your drink will start to get warm soon and I think it’ll ruin the taste ‘cause it’ll turn all watery because of the ice” he said, his emotions doing a complete 180 after realizing you had just tried to set up Ross for a potential date.

He pointed towards the almost completely forgotten drink that was still in front of you both. And you wrap your hand around the glass and raise it in a cheers making Matty bite the inside of his cheek to try and stop the wide grin spreading on his cheeks as you brought the glass to your lips and take a sip, letting the flavors of the mystery cocktail explode on your tastebuds.

Once the glass touched your lips Matty looked like he’s about to jump out of his skin in anticipation of your reaction and thoughts on the drink he made you. He wanted you to enjoy it especially since he made it for you, with you and your preferences in mind.

Over the past months Matty had made it his mission to find out your likes and dislikes and when at the start you had only ordered the same 3 cocktails for months he knew he had to step in to try and get more information and that was how this whole mystery cocktail thing had begun in the first place.

“It’s very sweet but a bit tangy. The flavors all go really nice together, you’re right this was a great choice! This is why I always make you choose my drinks because I really like this! What’s it called so I can make sure you make it for me again sometime?”

And hearing you say you want Him to make it for you again has his heart stuttering and almost bursting out of his chest with pride.

“It’s called a Bramble darling, you like it yeah? I’ll make sure this won’t be your last one then.” Finishing his sentence with a wink.

You fall into a comfortable silence after awhile. Just looking at Matty tending to the bar and its patrons together with Ross who’s managed to get the girls number before having to go back to work as a sudden rush had started.

You always enjoyed watching Matty work, part of the reason you didn’t mind spending so many hours just sitting there and watching. There was something about how graceful he was, the confidence that just radiated from him like this was what he was supposed to be doing. The way he would be able to charm anyone who came his way like it was nothing. it really was no wonder you had fallen for him.

After awhile of just watching the guys mix and pour different drinks for the different people coming up to the bar, you felt your blood run cold and your spine straighten as you noticed a group of girls all practically drooling at him, and the worst part was you couldn’t blame them. You had practically been doing the same thing all night and as much as the thought hurt you, he wasn’t yours, no matter how much you wanted him to be you weren’t together.

The sadistic part of yourself forced you to watch the interaction continue on and you felt your stomach drop when you saw Matty turn his back to the group to grab something, and one of the girls took the time to scribble something (no doubt her number) onto one of the napkins and slide it over towards the spot where Matty would soon return to.

And just like you expected you saw him deliver the drinks to the girls and grab the napkin with a wink and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break just the tiniest bit.

Much to your surprise though, the second the girls were out of sight he tossed the number into one of the trash cans, shaking his head and make his way back towards your corner.

“Sorry darling we got busy for a second, you doing alright? You look a bit red is there anything I can get for you?” He asked concerned while his eyes scanned over your face to make sure you were okay

“I’m okay yeah, I’m just feeling slightly warm it’s probably just the drinks. I’m alright I promise” your words making him nod thoughtfully before he quickly glanced at the clock and going back over to Ross throwing a quick “be back in a second” towards you.

You saw the two talk for a second, Ross now looking at the clock and scan the bar before nodding his head. And watched as Matty made his way back towards you, rounding the corner to get out on your side of the bar.

Grabbing your discarded jacket from the empty seat beside you in one hand and taking your hand in his other.

He started gently tugging you out of your seat and wordlessly lead you outside and around the back of the bar towards the back alleyway. It was only when he stopped by the back door and placed your jacket back over your shoulders and leant back against the wall, you decided to ask why he had taken you both outside to which he responded with a simple shrug saying.

“Well you said you were feeling warm and I was dying for a cigarette haven’t had one in ages so I figured you could join me for my break, hope that’s alright with you darling, if not I can follow you back inside?”

He suddenly looked a bit worried thinking about how he had kinda forced you outside without even asking even though this wasn’t a new thing for you two by any means.

You had lost count at the amount of times you had been out back with him, to keep him company during his breaks. It was such a common occurrence that you hadn’t even questioned him when he dragged you out with him.

“No no that was a good idea, I’m glad you brought me with you. It was getting a bit stuffy in there, so it’s nice to come out here and just chat for you a bit. Besides feels like you’ve been more busy tonight, so getting a few minutes alone with you won’t be something I’ll complain about”

You watched as Matty lit up his cigarette, grey smoke clouding around him and in the dim light of the alley creating an almost halo effect around him and you can’t help but just stare up at him. The dim light sculpting his face and casting shadows that accentuated his strong jaw and full lips and you couldn’t stop the racing thoughts of what it would be like to feel them moving against your own.

What you didn’t know was that Matty was in the complete same boat as you, completely transfixed on your face in the dim lighting as well and how it the shadows danced around on your face and his arms twitched by his side as he fought to stop himself from reaching out and pulling you into him.

After a while of just standing in silence, enjoying each other’s company. Matty takes the last drag of his cigarette and stubs the bud out and throws it in the nearby trash can and as he looks back at you he can’t help but notice the slight shivering you’re attempting (and failing) at hiding and he slightly curses himself for not having brought his own jacket with him out to give to you.

“Are you cold darling? We can go back inside if you want?” You snap out of your daze and immediately rush out

“No I’m okay! Completely okay! Can we stay for just a little bit more? If that’s alright?”

And who is he to deny you? With a nod and a small “come here” he pulls you into him to try and combat the cold October air.

A move he really should have thought through because now, you’re both standing up against one another and he can feel your body pressed against him.

Even though you’re shivering he can now feel the heat from your body against his and the smell of your perfume has him briefly closing his eyes and just taking in the moment.

You watch his eyes close and reopen and for a moment you just stand there staring at up at him and you can’t help yourself from glancing down at his full lips again. The thought of them pressed against your own once more plaguing your mind.

Matty watched your eyes drop to his lips like he thought he had imagined you doing earlier but he had convinced himself that he had just imagined it but seeing you do it again now from a much closer angle there wasn’t a doubt in his mind at what he had saw earlier was real and suddenly he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down towards you and carefully planting his lips on yours.

You froze for a solid 3 seconds before it hit you that Matty was in fact kissing you. He felt your body freeze and panic and regret shot through his body like he had just been dumped in a tub of ice thinking he might have misread the situation and possibly ruined everything with you.

As you felt him still and start to move back, no doubt with an apology at the tip of his tongue you quickly throw your arms around his neck, plant one of your hands in his dark curls and pull him back towards you and kiss him back with all the months of built up tension.

You pour every once of emotion into the kiss, hoping to convey your emotions and let yourself get lost in the feel of his lips against yours, the way his curls felt under your palm and the way his body seemed to fit perfectly against yours.

At the feeling of your hand in his hair, pulling him closer and the feeling of you kissing him back, Matty loses the last bit of hesitation and let’s his hand pull at your waist, pulling you so your bodies are tightly pressed together and kisses you back with just as much effort.

The feeling of both of your bodies pressed together has both of your heads spinning and getting completely lost in each other you don’t break the kiss until you both have to pull back to breathe. The break doesn’t last long and you both snap back towards each other like magnets, once again getting lost in the feeling of your lips molding together.

The back door slamming open is what ultimately has you both pulling apart with a gasp and you both snap your heads towards it, looking for the culprit who had interrupted your moment and in the doorway in all his glory stood a smug looking George Daniel with a smirk on his face.

“Sorry to break it up love birds but Ross needs you to come back in Matty. As always it’s lovely to see you sweetheart, loving the costume by the way very on brand.”

You watch the look of annoyance wash over Matty and he shakes his head at George going

“Alright, okay, tell Ross I’ll be back inside in a moment alright?”

You can hear the annoyance clear in his tone and George shoots you a wink and waves at Matty before going back in, no doubt to continue to work behind the DJ booth for the rest of the night.

You look back at Matty to find his eyes already watching you closely and you find yourself growing shy.

You find yourself looking down not being able to maintain eye contact, but you feel his fingers wrapping around your chin and tilting your head up to look at him as he takes a slow breath before quietly admitting

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months darling. I understand if this was just a spur of the moment thing, but in case you do feel the same my shift should be ending soon and I’d love to take you back to mine to watch a movie or something” and you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips

“I’d really like that Matty” You say earnestly while looking up into his eyes before you confess with a cheeky “you have to promise me you’ll do that again though, because I’m not sure I can continue with just us being friends after that.”

Hearing you say that has a look of relief washing over him, the happiness practically radiates from Matty as he pulls you back in for another quick kiss before promising

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months, if you think I’ll be able to hold myself back you’re sorely mistaken darling.”

Once again leaving you a flustered mess which leaves him feeling proud before he continuing “I’ll kiss you as much as you want darling, as long as you promise to be mine yeah?”

You nod your head at that and you can’t help the way your heart nearly bursts out of your chest with happiness, so much so that you can’t even form any words but just start nodding your head yes again and bring him back down for another kiss.

Locking your lips together and you immediately feel like two puzzle pieces slotting into place and a sense of home washes over you both. The feeling so natural to the both of you and it made you feel like an idiot for never doing it sooner.

You pull away when you both are out of breath and he lowers his head to rest his forehead against yours. You both just enjoy the last couple of seconds before you pull to leave his embrace and tug at his arm as a way to pull him back inside giggling at each other like little kids.

Once inside you make eye contact with Ross who gives you a smug knowing look and from that alone you know George has already told him what he saw in the back alley and you hear Matty let out a tiny groan that lets you know he too has caught on to what’s happened.

Rushing you in the other direction away from the inevitable bullying from Ross and you both make your way back to your still empty corner. As you sit back down in your chair Matty preoccupies himself with making you another drink and you can’t help but just stare up at him with a lovestruck look in your eyes a feeling of disbelief still present at the fact he actually feels the same towards you.

The sound a texts messages frantically coming in shakes you from your little bubble and you watch Matty remove his phone from his pocket and let out a loud groan while throwing his head back towards the ceiling, the action has you raising your eyebrow in a silent question once your eyes find each other again.

“George’s already told the entire group chat about what happened in the alley.” He says with a groan and your eyes quickly look over at the giant who’s currently on his phone with a large grin on his face and just from that look alone you know he’s still catching everyone up on the new development between you and Matty

“Hann has already messaged me 4 times, I swear they really can’t keep their mouths shut sometimes” he says letting out an annoyed huff.

The mention of Adam has you straightening up a bit and with a quick glance around you turn back towards Matty

“Oh speaking of! How come Adam isn’t working tonight? I’ve seen both Ross and George but usually Adam is here to keep track of you lot?” you ask with curiosity.

Eyes flickering towards Ross who in the meantime has made his way over to George and as if they can feel your eyes on them they both look up towards you and Matty and shoot you a wink when making eye contact.

You roll your eyes with a small smile and shifts your focus back to Matty who now has a small frown on his face again as he looks at you.

“Why do you care about him when I’m here? Am I not keeping you entertained darling?” He asked with his now furrowed eyebrows raised, a flash of what you think is jealousy appears in his eyes for a split second as if you didn’t just kiss multiple times in the last 10 minutes in the back alley.

You watch as he crosses his arms over his chest in an attempt to look nonchalant and your attention briefly shifts to his arms again looking at the how the cut off flannel helped accentuate them and in turn making your head spin for a couple of seconds before you register the huff that leaves him while he stands before you and you quickly sit up to answer his question with a teasing

“Was that a bit of jealousy i sensed there Matty? I was simply wondering where he was. Wouldn’t say I was bored of you considering what just happened outside babe” you say looking up at him through your lashes to try and catch him a bit off guard and warm him back up a bit and it’s safe to say it worked.

He freezes for a couple seconds and his mind reels a bit at you calling him babe before the rest of the sentence registers in his mind and he lets out a scoffs “Me? Jealous of Hann? Didn’t realize you’d gone ahead and become a comedian overnight. Absolutely not jealous darling don’t know what makes you think that.” Which does nothing but confirm your suspicion of the claim of him being jealous.

A fact that had your stomach fluttering at the prospect of him being jealous.

You don’t get to enjoy the thought for too long, before he starts up again.

“Nah he and Carly were taking Baby Hann trick or treating tonight, so he’s off for the night to be with them” he says with a smile on his face thinking of his best friend and his family going around trick or treating, as much as he liked to make fun of him for being boring he couldn’t help but be proud of how great of a father Adam truly was.

“Oh I miss Carly I hope she’s doing alright, I haven’t seen her in so long! That’s adorable, I’ll have to ask how it went the next time I see him, will you please make sure I remember next time he’s here Matty? I’d hate to not hear about their first time trick or treating”

As Matty listened to you talk about his friends, the people who he considered his family, with such genuine interest and excitement he couldn’t help the wide grin that blooms on his face.

As he goes to assure you he will, a hand gets slapped on his back causing him to nearly jump out of his skin and with a hand over his heart he turned back to see who had disturbed their conversation only to reveal none other than John coming in to say hello and take over the rest of his shift like they had planned the previous day.

“Fuck man you scared the shit out of me, you can’t just sneak up on me like that Waughy” he fake pouts and you watch as the two men chat for a quick second before John shoots you a smile and a wave and walks towards the back to no doubt clock in and prepare for the night ahead.

“Do you still want to come back round mine to watch that movie darling? I figured we could make it proper romantic, maybe even build a fort like you’ve mentioned last time we had a movie night? Could do with a cuddle from you after working all night and I believe we have a lot of time to make up for” He ends with a smirk that has your stomach in knots and you eagerly nod your head.

The sound of cuddling with Matty in a fort while a movie plays in the background and now with the added bonus of getting to kiss him whenever you want, has you gathering your things and jumping down from you chair as you look into his eye and respond with a shy

“I’d really like that Matty”

“Alright darling let’s go home.”

#so this is a thing that happened #insane how this started out as a silly little idea and now it’s almost 7k words #it might be shit but i gave it my best shot #i’ve legitimately never written anything #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #bartender!matty #favorite writers

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hearts4pearlescentmoon · 29 days

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WELCOME EVERYBODY TO LIFE IN THE WORLD TO COME

I drew some shit

Close ups under cut

Find book:

Life in the world pt 2:

Chris dunne won’t go to therapy:

Stuffed and wet Santa ft the sun:

Jordan Peterson won’t go to therapy:

(Is climate spelt wrong, yes. Do I care to fix it, no)

and saving the best for last

the eulogy of Bobby sugar bones:

Sleep well my boy

#art #x’s art #traditional art #Litwtc #will wood #chris dunne #life in the world to come #I wanted to draw more but I ran out of space and time #I want this to go up at 3:15 on the eleventh and this is the second to last page in my sketchbook #I wanna use the last page for Glue ing in some cutouts I ran out of space for in their respective pages #Hold up #i forgot scheduled posts were a thing #Time written 11:23 4/10/24 #I’m so excited for this freaking apocalypse #I need to draw Chris more #hes fun to draw #i also just need to get better at drawing him #It’s criminal how little I’ve drawn him #unreality

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desiredcaramellatte · 1 month

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Is it possible to get some obsessive licorice hcs? Reading your pomegranate ones got me thinking lol

Thank you!😊

YEAHHH I’M BACK YIPPEEE

Enjoy Licorice :) silly little fella

Licorice Cookie x reader

(Obsessive Lico!)

No clue what he's doing. Literally does not even realized he's obsessed until he's too far to turn back.

Likes leaving you little presents. Whatever he figured out you like. Likely random trinkets he finds too. He also leaves you little emo poems that are very entertaining to read.

They're very obviously his. If you ever confront Licorice about them, my dude is viciously denying it.

Likely tries to draw you in his free time. A cross-hatcher by heart. Might possibly present one to you if he's proud enough of it- if he's confident that you'll like it, that is.

He whines to Pomegranate about anything he doesn't like, more specifically about you giving others more attention than him. He gets very pissy, especially if you're interacting with anyone else a lot. He doesn't mind you talking to Pomegranate or Poison Mushroom a lot because he's close to them.

^ Pomegranate is definitely reporting all of this to you.

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wutheringmights · 4 months

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So I starting the next chapter and, like, here’s the Thing. This is the chapter where theoretically, I’m gonna cause so much trouble for myself. I’m 95% certain that if I put bozo #1 and bozo #2 in a room together, [redacted spoiler] is gonna happen. And like. I’m committed to my craft. But I cannot ignore how much of a bad idea this is going to be for me, a lover of maintaining my peace.

In my brain I am justifying this by reminding myself that I’m already 500k words in. At this point, I have earned the right to write whatever the hell I want. And if you’ve made it this far into the story, you’re probably very down for my bullshit.

And, like, I also need to do whatever is the fanfic equivalent of rent lowering gunshots. Too many people are treating CTB like it’s mainstream. Gotta keep the target audience to a minimal.

But even then, I cannot ignore that this is gonna be a terrible idea and I am going to cause such a shit show lmao

#taking a slow start to the chapter cause I have a thing I need to work on first #there is a 45% chance that i chicken out and don’t do it but again. I’ve written half a million words already. I’ve earned the right to go #a little insane #like I already got a guy flayed. whats the worst I can do now #i am also preparing to be an obstinate jackass to anyone to complains lmao #me rambling #lu ctb #remind me to delete this later

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milflewis · 4 months

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Hi! I don't know if you're still taking prompts but how about ferwis + "I'd do anything for you"

jenson: k!!!!!! lets wurkshop this!! wot did u say 2 him

mark: I love a good workshop. 💪🧠👷‍♂️

fernando reacted to chat with an eyeroll emoji

fernando: i did what YOU said. i told him how i felt

jenson: uhuh

jenson: n like. wot were ur exact words

mark: It’s important to be precise here, Nando. 👌👀

fernando: FINE

fernando: i don’t know. that i liked his bum?? and he had pretty eyes and that he was annoying and should retire but i like how it’s just the two of us now and that i’d do anything for him??

mark: And he LAUGHED at that? 🤨😔🤔 Mate. That’s so cold. 🥶 Are you sure? Lewis seems kinder than that. 🙏

jenson: stoppppp im peeinh i cant handle ur man feelings boner on top of this mark stfu

jenson: fernando

jenson: fur nan doe

jenson: myman

jenson: moi mate

jenson: my mistress

jenson: u didNOTtell him ud doanything 4 him r u fr??????

fernando: what.

fernando: you told me to TELL HIM HOW I FELT THIS IS WHAT I AM FEELING BITCH

jenson: I DIDNT TELLU2 LIETHO??????

jenson: lyke

jenson: wdym ud do anything 4 him there r licheral WIKIPEDIA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pages just abut u sabotagging him n fuckinfhimover!!!!!

jenson: sum. ppl say u were. worst teammates than prosenna

jenson: PROSENNA FERNANDO . . PRO FUCKINH SENNA

mark: Hate is not the opposite of love, Jenson.

jenson: thnak u

fernando: about to commit homicide

jenson: fairyl sure its called homOcide if ur kiling lewis

jenson: bc hes gay

fernando: i am KILLING YOU

mark: But isn’t Jenson gay too? 🙏🤔

jenson: um excause moi y wud i limit myself lyke that

fernando: reading your texts makes me feel illiterate

#this might be one of the stupidest things i’ve ever written ur welcome #ferwis #text fic #little fics #anon tag #niamh.asks

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bornonthesavage · 1 year

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A little something I made for the Crime Boss AU I’m considering writing. With cocky son of the crime boss Steve, low level money runner Eddie, pickpocket and Steve’s bestie Robin, and rival crime families daughter Nancy.

#steddie #steddie fic #eddie and steve #steve x eddie #stranger things #god I want to write it so bad #it would be the third crime boss fic I’ve written #but I already know it would be 100k #can I commit to that?#just imagine rich boy Steve loving all the little street rats #can you see the vision?#ronance #robin buckley #robin x nancy #nancy wheeler

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gatorlovebot · 7 months

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it’s been very important for me to treat and write the king simon series as just this fun little thing that i write in my free time for my own sanity but now i’m just like. i wish i put more time and effort into previous part bc i don’t think they’re necessarily bad but just that they could absolutely be better :/

#i just needed to get this out lol #i’ve put so much time and energy into so many other fics to the point where i hated to write at all #and i didn’t want that to happen with that fandom so i’ve been allowing myself to write quick and fun little things #and then i read something ao good and thoughtfully written and i’m like. oh my god. i should do that

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starry-sky-ocean · 7 months

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I don’t know if this is bold but..

So many Manga, Shows, and Books have a better magic system than Harry Potter…

Like for example: Witch Hat Atelier, it’s a literal tool that any person can learn, the runes can work together and each rune can do a different thing depending on size, shape and how it’s cast. It’s super fascinating!

When it comes to Magic words I often find little joy in them due to how sometimes confusing and hard they are to pronounce but I also like when they are in other languages. Magi for example it uses different words that compose of the spell and don’t try to make a whole new language.

I can also find joy in that tho but it has to be in a way that feels constructive taking the part of levitate and making it be levi and then adding osa is very.. bland idk it doesn’t create that leap of joy in my brain.

Overall I find drawing magic/Rune Magic is so much more fun then spoken magic just bc there is so many ways to go about drawing/Animating/designing it. Ex: Castlevania Nocturne, Owl House, Witch Hat Atelier (again).