#I WAS GONNA DO ACTUAL BUNNY FIRST BUT I GOT THIS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I NEEDED IT OUT FUCK FUCKING HELL

[spaciebabie]

SHUT UP DO YOU UNDERSTAND???? DO YOU UNDERSTAND??? DO YOU??? DO YOU UNDERSTAND????? DO YOU SEE??? DO YOU FUCKING SEE???? HES DOIGN!!! HES DOING THE THING SWHERE THEY!!! THEY YANNO THEY!!!!!!!!

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[foxgirlbeans]

A Ninja's Guide to Eorzea: Part 1

I'm currently working on my relic weapon for ninja, and that means I'm suffering I'm going into a lot of dungeons solo as a ninja. And it got me thinking about stealth. Rogues and ninjas have a Hide feature that, aside from a few job quests, usually goes completely overlooked. you can usually run from any overworld enemies, dungeons mean you have to hang out with at least two people who can't hide from enemies, and you can't even try to hide from dungeon bosses.

So the ninja sadly doesn't get many opportunities to live out the classic ninja fantasy of striking from the shadows. But by soloing a dungeon at a higher level, you can sneak from boss room to boss room for the same effect. And since I'm going through so many dungeons right now, I thought I'd write down my thoughts on how well each one lets you live out that fantasy.

1. Sastasha

This is the dungeon I'll be comparing all others to. not just because it's the first, but it's one of the best. stealing a glance at the pirate's password and breaking into their base both happen in relatively secluded areas, so you can ignore all enemies right up until the first boss.

Thing get a little hairier when you first meet the pirates, mostly because their guard dogs can see through your sneaking. Which makes a lot of sense when you think about it, right? They live right next door to the bloody Rogues Guild, obviously they'd have ways of dealing with rogues.

This only really adds one extra fight to the list- the second dog and his master are mandatory to grab a key, and the third is in a wide open area that gives you space to avoid it. if you remember it's there, unlike me.

This dungeon is the quintessential "breaking into a base" fantasy, and it plays that part beautifully with realistic threats to keep you on your toes. also it's pirates vs. ninjas which was a big to-do during the lolsorandom years.

I'm also giving it bonus points bc despite having dogs that can spot you, you can open multiple doors without the door guards ever catching wise.

look at them. morons. A+

2. The Tam-Tara Deepcroft

I'm not going to lie, this one's 100% bias speaking. The sneaking works fine, and you can get to bosses completely unmolested, it's just... almost every "boss" here is just some random guy. it doesn't really strike the right chord like Sastasha did. I'll give it a C+/B-, it's sneakable, but it doesn't feel like a ninja.

3. Copperbell Mines

This one's got plot coupons stuck in enemies up the wazoo, so it's definitely not sneaky. On top of that, the dust bunnies in this place all have tremorsense, so you can't sneak past them, and every part of the dungeon is a narrow walkway so you can't even sneak past the old fashioned way.

If that wasn't bad enough, there's multiple moments where hecatoncheirs appear out of walls, instantly breaking your stealth and forcing you into a fight. Sneaking does get you past the worst of the final room, but by then it's too little, too late. D

3. Halatali

Not gonna lie, I 100% thought this one would turn out like Copperbell Mines when I first thought about it. I've never been happier to be wrong though!

The first and third parts of the dungeon are predictably not an issue whatsoever, you sneak past the trash mobs and fight the boss, no problem. The middle portion is where things get spicy- you see, there's several winches in the area you have to pull to open the door at the end, but pulling them breaks your stealth. Further complicating things, pulling each winch has a chance to drop a monster on your head, which I just spent two paragraphs complaining about!

However, because these winches only get pulled when you want them to be, it feels more like you're disarming a trap than anything else. Waiting for the crowd of monsters around you to wander off, setting off booby traps, and dealing with the consequences actually makes the whole experience very fun. Exploring an abandoned ruin definitely falls more on the rogue side of things than ninja, but it was fun enough that I'll let it slide. B+

4. The Thousand Maws of Toto-Rak

Hard F. You have to defeat every monster in an area before you move on, so hiding here actively slows down your progress when you have to u-turn and hunt down whatever you snuck past in the first place.

5. Haukke Manor

Another dungeon that surprised me with out sneakable it is. All of the manor's keys are either located in a boss you have to kill anyway, or on the ground. this means you can sneak into rooms, nab the key from right under the monsters' noses, and sneak back out leaving them none the wiser. Adding in the patrolling succubi that just so happen to give you just enough time to grab certain keys and hide again before they turn around gives a stealth game vibe to the whole experience like in Halatali. Plus you're sneaking into a mansion to kill a corrupt noble, which is a totally ninja thing to do! Another solid B+

6. Brayflox's Longstop

I was surprised to learn Colibri can see through ninja invisibility, but I guess that explains why Captain Madison had one. The starting room has a couple you pretty much have to fight, but aside from that it doesn't do anything special. It also doesn't really fit the ninja vibe what with you fighting random wildlife, but it has fewer filler bosses and fighting a dragon is always cool, so. B-.

#Final Fantasy 14 #Final Fantasy XIV #FF14 #FFXIV #Ninja #I seriously did not expect them to ace the exam right out the gate

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself. 

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I  had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program.  So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember. 

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss. 

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere. 

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs. 

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy! 

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter. 

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders. 

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements. 

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back. 

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me. 

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss. 

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously. 

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck. 

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?” 

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!” 

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

 I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already. 

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock. 

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten. 

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” 

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs. 

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

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[stayandot8]

Birthday Gifts

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Happy birthday Light of My Life 🥰 You have changed me and my life for the better and for that I will never be able to thank you. Tis short but sweet.

WC: 1.07k

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“Why is there a photocard of Seungmin in your phone?” I froze, stopping the packing process. My eyes went wide. 

“Because he’s my…”

“Bias?” His tone was light, not upset at all. Chan rarely got truly upset. “Baby, why am I not your bias?” He was pouting, I could tell.

“I was told that your boyfriend can't be your bias!” I picked up one of his favorite sweatshirts to fold and drop it in his suitcase. 

“Who told you that?” He started towards me, his toiletries bag forgotten in the bathroom and his hand outstretched so I could see what I already knew. I pretended I was busy picking out the rest of his clothes from his drawers to hear him. “Hey! Who told you your boyfriend couldn’t be your bias?!” He followed me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’ll tickle it out of you if I have to!”

“Nooo nononono! Okay, fine! Minho! It was Minho!” He didn’t let go. Instead he only tightened his grip on me as he hauled me over to his bed and threw me down. 

“His bunny teeth are gonna get it when we get on the plane.” 

“Don’t hurt him.” I swatted at him still behind me, laying with my back to his chest. The rumble of laughter was just the glue needed to put my soul back together again. I would need all the healing I could get since he wasn’t spending his birthday with me. 

“You have no control over that.” He squeezed his arms around my middle and kissed the back of my head, burying his nose in my hair. “Did you change your shampoo? I like it.” 

“Stop changing the subject. I mean it, don’t do anything to him. Now let me up so I can finish packing so you can have clothes to wear when you leave. I don’t think Seungmin can take you being naked all the time.”

“Caring so much about what Seungmin thinks now, are we?” He released me and I stood up and walked back over to his dresser, straightening my pajama shorts and top that he messed up. 

“Lord, I won’t live this down, will I.” Shaking my head, I picked up a t-shirt and folded it the same as I did with his sweatshirt. He strode back to his bathroom and continued his own packing. “Hey, what movie should we watch tonight?” 

“I dunno, whatever you want to watch is fine with me.”

“Libra man can’t decide, what a shocker. No sir, you’re choosing this movie, it’s your birthday tomorrow. You pick.”

“Ugghh fine. Something from Marvel then. Maybe the first Avengers movie?” He called from the bathroom, pausing and listening for my honest reaction. Lucky for him, I would’ve said yes to just about anything but this choice was actually a good one in my opinion.

“I’m down. Hurry up in there so I can brush my teeth and bury myself in your covers. Your suitcase is all packed.” He zipped up the small black bag and placed it on the outside pocket of the huge black suitcase. 

“I’m done, I’m done.” I stuck my tongue out at him and he returned the favor, chuckling as I walked by. 

“What time does your flight leave tomorrow?” I asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Eight AM.” I spit it out and rinsed. “I don’t have a lot to do on this trip though so I should be back soon.” I turned out the light and stood in the doorway, just watching him turn on his TV and flip through the choices until he found the one he wanted. 

I thought this year would be the year that I convinced him not to work on his birthday. I had gotten close, but his drive had won out in the end. At least he was going with friends he didn’t get to see very often, even if it was the other kids. They wouldn’t let him work on his birthday. If I had to fly out there myself and throw his laptop out of the plane, he wouldn’t work on his birthday. I had half a mind to hide it in my closet at my house when he started asking for it, looking frazzled. I begrudgingly handed it over. 

Next year, I thought. Next year, I’ll spend all day with him, no matter what. Nothing would stop me. 

“Baby? Am I watching this movie by myself or are you coming to cuddle with me?” I rolled my eyes, my answer obvious. I practically leaped into his bed and shuffled over next to him as he pressed play. I made sure to check the clock on my phone before turning it over to the side, smirking to myself. 

“Chris?” I whispered. 

“Yeah?”

“I had something made. Let me go get it, hold on.” I scrambled back out of the safety of his blanket to my bag, pulling a small box out. He furrowed his eyes and pouted. 

“I told you I didn’t want anything this year.”

“And if you thought I was going to listen, you really don’t know me.” He took the box from me as I climbed back in with him.

He pulled back the bow of the wrapping and slowly opened it to reveal a tiny golden heart pin with my initials on it.

“You can pin it to the inside of your sweatshirts. So you’ll always have my heart on your sleeve.” I took my time to look back up at his face, scared of what his reaction may be. I don’t know why, because he looked like he was going to cry. 

“I-” He spoke softly. “Baby, I love it.” 

“You do?” He nodded and pulled me in for a soft kiss. 

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever received. And I’ll make sure-” He pulled me in by my cheeks so he could look straight into my eyes. “To take the best care of it.” He kissed me again and placed the box next to his phone. “So I don’t forget to put it on first thing tomorrow.” When he turned back over, his hands found themselves anywhere but by his side. He squashed me into him until I didn’t think I’d be able to breathe, which had us in giggles as the movie started. 

“Happy birthday, Chris.”

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed the top of my head once more. “Even if I’m not your bias, you’re still my favorite.” I clung tighter to him and he whispered in my ear. “And I’m so trading out Seungmin’s photocard for mine before I leave.”

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missin' out (ii) – the first date | eddie munson x reader |

mini-series: pt. i | pt. ii (you're here) summary: eddie munson asked you out during your run-in at the family video store and you are, quite literally, freaking out.

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader

word count: 5.6k

warnings/cw/tw: mentions of body-image issues and insecurities (slight). complete fluff fluff fluff tbh. y/n and eddie are lovable idiots. y/n is shorter than most. y/n and robin are literally besties. robin being the best girl friend. <3 also eddie just being a dork and a gentleman <3

a/n: aaaand here you go! part two to my "missin' out" series! i'm currently thinking about doing one last part for this series, which will probably include smut. might take a little longer to get out but be on the lookout for that! love you, bbs! <3 again, no beta so all mistakes are mine!

bunnie's taglist: ✧ @angelbbygrl ✧ @yourfavoritefangirl ✧ @kissmyquill ✧ @hellv1ra ✧ @mythogayic ✧ (some of you asked to be tagged, but i also tagged those who seemed interested for the next part! if you would like to not be tagged again, pls tell me <3)

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oh, tonight will definitely be interesting. 

friday night, eight twenty-seven pm

you were pacing back and forth in your bedroom, a certain dirty blonde-haired girl looking on at you in amusement as she leaned back on her hands from her position on your bed, eyes flickering back and forth in pace to your mindless walking. “ya know, you’re gonna make yourself sick if you don’t stop that pacing, (y/n).” robin piped up softly, an amused tone in her voice – mixed with just a hint of seriousness in her statement. 

your pacing finally faltered slightly before coming to a full stop in the middle of your room, wide eyes staring at robin. “ro, what did i get myself into?” you asked her, as if she knew the answer to every decision you had ever made in your lifetime. 

robin arched a brow at you, adjusting her position as she sat forward and leaned her elbows on her knees, “i mean, it sounds like you got yourself a hot date with the eddie munson from school. he’s not that bad of a dude, actually! never really talked, but he’s always nice to us band geeks! he even helped vickie out one day when she forgot her lunch money, dude gave her the exact change and everything. i mean, i doubt you think he’s a freak, right? no, i don’t think so – you’re not the type of person to think that way, i know you better by now. so what’s the problem? is this about steve? because i swear, (y/n), he’s a dingus and you can do better anyways! only dingues like him could ever give up on someone like you!” robin continued to babble on, using her hands to create dramatic effects. 

you winced slightly at the mention of steve but you were quick to shake your head at robin’s rambling, making your way over to your bed and plopping yourself next to her, before falling back against your bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling of your room. “no, this isn’t about steve, ro,” you groaned softly, letting your eyes flutter shut as you tried to gather your thoughts about the situation. “it’s just… eddie said something to me that, like, stuck out to me? i guess it just really surprised me and i’m not really sure how to feel about it?”

robin fell back against your bed as well, her head turned towards you, letting you know you had her undivided attention, even though you knew it could be difficult for her sometimes, “alright, spill. i know munson asked you out on a date, but you didn’t give me all the deets like you told me you would. what did he say that has you all… frazzled?” she snickered softly at her choice of words but grew serious once again when she heard you let out a heavy sigh. 

“alright, alright, i’ll spill… but first, i have to confess something,” you huffed softly under your breath, before turning your head to look back at her, your lips forming into a slight pout when she reached over to boop your nose with the tip of her finger. 

“i’m all ears, (l/n).”

“okay, well… back in middle school, i remember vividly that hawkins middle had this talent show, yeah? i didn’t participate in it – it just didn’t catch my attention, but i attended for the hell of it. well, eddie munson was a part of that talent show. he, like, did a number with his band and i was, as embarrassing as it is to say it out loud, mesmerized by him and i may or may have not garnered a little crush on him all throughout middle school after that…” you trailed off softly, glancing away from her unwavering gaze. 

“so… you mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on eddie munson THIS WHOLE TIME–?” robin shot up from her position, looking down at you with a gaping mouth, unsure of how to process this new information.

“shhh! robin, you’re so loud!” you whined as you scrambled to get up, kneeling on your bed as you pressed your hands over her mouth, effectively shutting her up for a moment, “but, what i’m about to tell you might be even more shocking..”

“mmpf, mmpf!” robin tried to speak, but it was muffled behind your hands. 

“i’ll let go when i’m done, okay?” 

robin’s brows furrowed slightly, but with a roll of her eyes, she nodded her head and sarcastically motioned her hand for you to continue on with your story. 

you stuck your tongue out at her, before pausing to take a deep breath, getting ready to reveal the big secret that seems to be eating at you, “so like… eddie said something that keeps bugging me. i can’t really tell if its a good or bad thing, though. i know he’s a decent guy. a good one, if anything. i never believed any of that “freak” or “satanist” shit, the guy may look scary and sometimes his actions at school may not always help him, but honestly? i doubt he’d even hurt a fly. i’ve seen him, i’ve seen the way he acts with his club. i can see the protectiveness he has for them – he’s always their number one defender when jason or one of the other jocks try to reel them in for a fight. i know he’s different, but the thing is, i don’t truly know him. i never had much interaction with him, i didn’t think he even knew my name! sure, i had a crush on him during middle school, but that’s all. it was just a crush. i didn’t think he noticed me. i never talked to him and he never talked to me. and all of the sudden, he’s telling me he’s had a big crush on me since middle school? that i’m apparently the prettiest girl he has ever seen? he says he’s been trying to get my attention for years, ro. years!” you laughed out softly in disbelief, shaking your head at the thought of it, “says i never gave him the time of day? that confused the heck outta me. since when has he ever tried to get my attention? since when has he ever tried to talk to me? since when – “ a loud squeak of surprise escaped your lips when you felt a wet sensation on the back of your hand, pulling it away quickly to wipe it against your shirt, “yuck, robin!” you whined, glaring at her as she stared back at you with her tongue sticking out. 

“are you done, (y/n)?” she asked with a cheeky tone, giving you a smirk as you flipped her off. 

you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, looking all sulky at the interruption. 

“while i just love to hear you go on a tangent about a guy, and just love to see you ramble on like that, ya know you get all flustered and your cheeks get all red, it’s cute really – but like, stop to think for a second, yeah?” robin reached over to gently pat your head, before looking at you with a serious look on her face, “you’re not exactly the type of notice your surroundings. i don’t always get social cues and shit, but like – sometimes, you’re even worse than i am! you walk down the halls with your head down, close to the lockers to like – i don't know, make yourself invisible? you try not to be the center of attention, i know how much you hate it, but you’re so deep into your head, that you don’t see the fact that others notice you, (y/n). and that includes munson.” robin tilted her head, watching the way you tried to avoid eye contact. “you know what i noticed about munson?” at the shake of your head, she continued on. “i noticed the way he looks at you, ya know. i notice the way he searches for you in the lunchroom. i notice the way he gets all outrageous and loud in hopes that you look his way, and if you do and you laugh, god, he looks so proud and smug, it’s almost nauseating, really. and i definitely noticed the way he was staring at you this afternoon. why do you think i sent you to the horror section? he was right there! ogling at you! of course, i knew all about his little staring problem, but without a little push in the right direction, i doubt he would have made a move. and no,” she emphasized at the end, watching as you were about to start protesting, “he probably wouldn’t have made a move on you if you hadn’t gone over to that section. first, because i’ve seen some of the many times where he would start heading towards your table to talk to you and walk away at the last minute because he chickened out. second, boys can be a little dumb – scratch that, they are very dumb, and sometimes need help when it comes to getting the girl they want. tell munson he can thank me later for that, by the way.” 

robin was met with silence, your eyes just staring at her, lips opening and closing as you tried to come up with a proper response to her entire little speech.

“cat caught your tongue, hm?” robin cackled loudly, shaking her head at your antics. you’re lucky you were her best friend. she understood you had your own insecurities, and people can be mean as hell in school and in the real world due to your weight, but you are an amazing person and honestly, anyone would be lucky to be with you. “listen… you never know if you don’t try it out, yeah? if being with eddie “the freak” munson is something that will end up bringing you happiness, then why not go for it? it never hurts to try. remember, you’re not tying yourself down to anyone yet. you’re going on a date – the first date. if you don’t feel anything for the dude after that, then that’s okay. but if you do, then go for it. put yourself out there, (y/n). i know things didn’t work out with steve, and while i do love that idiot, steve and eddie are completely different. eddie isn’t like steve, i’ll tell you that. give it a shot, that’s all i’m suggesting.” 

a few beats of silence passed before you swung yourself into robin’s arms, a couple of pitiful sniffles leaving you every once in a while as you snuggled up against her. “god, you talk so much, but thank you, ro… you always know what to say to make me think straight again,” you giggled at the snort that she released at the phrasing of your words, “not like that!” you pulled away from her arms and looked at her sheepishly, your eyes bright from the unshed tears in them. you cleared your throat before giving her your best ‘puppy dog eyes’, “now… can you help me pick out an outfit for my date with eddie tomorrow? i wanna look… hot.”

“you always look hot, (y/n)! ohh, remember that white skirt you have? i saw the way munson looked like he was about to cream his pants when you came to school wearing it that one day – “

“ro!” 

“what?! you said you want to look hot! that white skirt makes you look absolutely smokin’!” 

“why are we best friends again?”

“because i’m like totally awesome and you love me? right? … (y/n)? right?!”

saturday afternoon, five forty-three pm

much to robin’s satisfaction, you did end up wearing that white skirt that she mentioned the night before. you paired it with a black, spaghetti strapped top that was safely tucked under the band of the white skirt, throwing an old, yet comfy cardigan over it, and topped it off with a pair of mary janes that you haven’t worn in a while. usually, you didn’t dress up like this for school, since the chairs at school can be very unforgiving and you had enough embarrassment when your thighs would get stuck to the plastic chairs. but this was a date, after all. you weren’t… necessarily showing off a lot of skin, but you felt cute in this outfit. and confident. 

though, even with the surge of confidence that coursed through your body at how cute you felt, you couldn’t stop the waves of nervousness as you paced in the middle of your living room, wringing your hands together. 

would he come? it’s not time yet, but would he forget? maybe he had something better to do? what if this was all a prank? that didn’t seem like something he’d do, but… you couldn’t stop the way your mind would push negative thoughts into your head. 

a sigh ripped its way out from your lips as you plopped yourself unceremoniously onto your couch. your parents were visiting friends this weekend, therefore you had the house all to yourself. so if you run up to your room crying after eddie munson ultimately stands you up, you wouldn’t have to answer any of their concerned questions. you would be left to wallow in your own misery. 

however, not even a few minutes into your pity party, there was a soft, almost timid knock on your door. you blinked, pulling yourself out of your thoughts as you glanced up at the clock near the top of the mantle. it’s not even six yet, but maybe – hopefully – eddie was early? with a shaky sigh, you pushed yourself up from the couch and made your way to the door, not bothering to ask who it was, assuming by now that it was your date. you swung the door open, lips parted as if to say a greeting, before it died from your lips. your eyes widened at the sight –

“steve…?”

there he was. steve ‘the hair’ harrington in all of his glory. he was rocking back and forth on the heels of his shoes, a bouquet of flowers clenched in his hand as he looked at you, a patch of red on his cheeks. 

“(y/n). uh – hey.” steve cleared his throat awkwardly, his unoccupied hand taking its time to run itself through his head full of hair – something you knew he did as a nervous habit. 

your heart was doing flips against your chest – but not in the happy, giddy way it used to. it was thumping and flipping around as dread filled your being, glancing around behind him in hopes that eddie wouldn’t suddenly appear behind him – you didn’t want him to misunderstand what was happening. actually… what was happening?

“steve, i, uh – … what are you doing here?” you tried to stay calm, but the more you stared at the man, the weaker your voice grew. it’s been three weeks since you last saw or heard from him. why was he showing up on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers? you were so confused – it didn’t make sense. 

“listen, (y/n). i know – i know how this might look. but i just wanted to apologize for how things ended, yeah? i know i looked like a douche for what i did,” steve laughed in a deprecating manner, shaking his head as if chastising himself for his behavior, “i regret it, baby. i do, i swear. i was so caught up in myself, i didn’t realize the good that i had in front of me. i fucking suck, you can say it, but i swear it’s you – it’s always been you. i want to try again, please, love. i’ll do whatever it takes – just, one more chance, yeah?” steve looked at you with this hopeful glint in his eyes, thrusting the bouquet of flowers into your hands, while you just stared at him like a fish out of water, eyes wide and lips moving, yet no actual sound coming out. 

this… was definitely not what you expected on a saturday afternoon. but the more you stared at steve, the more things started to seem more… clearer. you wanted someone who was sure about you. who knew what they wanted. who knew that they wanted a relationship with you. you didn’t want to be a secret for anyone – you didn’t want to be someone’s second choice. you were so much more than that. if steve felt the need to part to explore his options elsewhere, which is definitely what he did base on robin’s reluctance to share what he was up to, then he isn’t the one for you. maybe he never was. 

you lowered your hands, holding onto the bouquet loosely as you looked down at your shoes. 

“steve, look… – “

“am i interrupting something here?” eddie’s voice filled your ears, making you look up in haste, eyes clashing together. his – hard, hurt, confused. yours – sad, defensive, questioning. 

you could see his adam’s apple bob slightly as he took in the sight of you and steve together, his hands clenched into fists by his side. you knew how this could look like to someone else’s eyes – it almost looked like steve was the one picking you up for a date. 

“munson?” steve’s startled voice brought you back down to earth, the two men standing in front of each other in a defensive stance. steve crossed his arms against his chest, glancing between the two of you suspiciously before asking, “what are you doing here?” 

eddie started to open his mouth but didn’t get a chance to speak by the way you slammed your front door shut, going to stand in the middle of the two. “not that it’s any of your business, steve, but eddie and i are going on a date.” you spoke quietly, slowly – as if trying to choose your words wisely, willing yourself not to tear up as you stared into steve’s hurt eyes. you took a deep breath and placed the bouquet of flowers back into his hands, never once breaking eye contact as you continued to speak, “i’m not going to be anyone’s second choice, steve. you lost your chance that night when you called me. you didn’t even have the nerve to tell me to my face. i… think i deserve better than that, right?” you gave him a sad smile and stepped back slightly so you could clutch onto eddie’s arm, who took this as a cue to lay a comforting hand over your own, noticing the way it trembled. “i’ll see you ‘round, 'kay?” with that, you guided eddie down your porch, before he directed you towards his van, which was parked just little ways down from your home. you didn’t bother looking back at steve. that was a chapter that was officially closed now. all you can do is look forward to the future. 

eddie stopped in front of the passenger door and opened it up for you, to which you shot him a grateful smile as you got in and buckled up as he made his way to the driver’s side, getting in as quick as possible. the silence between you two was thick for a few moments as he drove away from your place, his eyes focusing on the road, seemingly too lost in thought to attempt conversation.

your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip as you stared at the side of his face, wanting him to look at you – say something, say anything. you just needed to make sure he wasn’t mad. not at you. 

“that wasn’t what it looked like, by the way.” you winced at the way it sounded, but it was the truth, at least. 

finally, eddie’s deep, dark eyes glanced over at you, lingering on your face a little too long before they reverted back to the road. “oh, yeah? what was that then? ‘cause it looked like the girl i’ve been dying to ask out was in some kind of lover’s quarrel with steve fucking harrington.” he sounded bitter when he mumbled steve’s name – it made you flinch. not because of his name, but because of how hurt eddie sounded. 

“eddie,” you sighed out his name, said man trying to ignore how his heart fluttered at the way you said his name, “i swear it wasn’t like that. steve and i… look. i won’t lie to you. we had a ‘thing’ going for a bit. it hasn’t been long since he ended that – over a phone call, nonetheless, but i swear i didn’t know he was just going to randomly show up on my doorstep like that!” you didn’t know why you were so adamant on letting eddie know nothing was going on between you and steve. it just didn’t feel right. you didn’t want eddie to feel like there was. “this is the first time i have even seen him in over three weeks. what we had before is over and it’s behind me, eddie.” you mumbled softly, the roar of his van almost drowning your words out. but you knew he heard you. 

his jaw ticked slightly as he made his way into a parking spot in front of the theater, cutting his van off. he twisted in his seat to look at you, reaching over to gently take your hand into his and gave it a single squeeze. you weren’t sure what it was about this man, but the fact that you felt comforted and safe with him touching you already was something that you weren’t expecting. 

you gazed up at him from your spot, a little frown playing on your lips as he began to speak, his thumb gently rubbing against your knuckles. “shit, ‘m sorry, (y/n). i know i shouldn’ be actin’ this way. the date has barely begun and ‘m already actin’ like an asshole,” eddie tsked softly, shaking his head at himself, even as you were starting to protest quietly. “i am, sweetheart, ‘nd ‘m sorry. i have no claim over you, i know that. i guess i got a little jealous, watching as he gave you those flowers, using that harrington charm on you.” eddie stared into your eyes, his thumb not once stopping from its gentle rubbing against your knuckles. your heart thumped against your chest the longer you stared into his eyes, your mouth growing dry as you tried to make sense of your racing thoughts. “say the word, princess, ‘nd we don’t have to do this date anymore. i would still love to, but if you aren’t up for it anymore, tell me ‘nd i’ll take you back home, swear.” he gave you a boyish smile, although you could still see the reluctance, the nervousness, as he waited for your answer. 

you gulped, tongue peeking out to run itself over your lips, watching as his eyes traced the movement, lingering on your closed lips before glancing back into your eyes. 

“alright, munson, let’s go see what movie we should watch.”

“thought you’d never ask, doll.”

saturday night, eight thirty pm

soft laughter filled eddie’s van as you two climbed back inside after the movie you ultimately decided to watch. it was some movie called “silver bullet” – it didn’t end up being your favorite, but eddie seemed to enjoy it, at least, so you endured it for him. plus, the commentary he provided was a definite highlight of your date so far. he was so funny, so charming – especially when he would mimic an actor’s voice and say the most ridiculous things ever – you might have almost gotten yourselves thrown out of the theater on more than one occasion, but it was worth it. 

it was a little awkward in the beginning, both of you not really knowing how to act – eddie, since he’s never gone on a date before and after his behavior in the van? yeah, he didn’t want to screw things up any more than he already did. and you, since you haven’t been out on a date since steve and the dynamic was different, but you couldn’t deny the way eddie made you feel comfortable in your own skin. after buying your snacks and settling in your seats a bit before the movie started, the conversation started to flow, and before you knew it, you two were giggling little shits, with eddie’s arm slung over your shoulders, holding you during the scary parts and whispering in your ear as he tried to make you laugh to distract you from it. 

“you’re a menace, eddie munson! you and your little shenanigans almost got us thrown out of the theater!” you couldn’t stop the teasing tone in your voice as you playfully swatted his shoulder, giving him a grin to make it known you were just joking around.

“uh!” he gasped, placing a hand over his heart in a dramatic fashion – so cute, you thought – “you hurt me, (y/n)! shenanigans? might i remind you who it was that couldn’t seem to stop giggling throughout the entire movie?” eddie teased you right back, a hearty grin spread across his handsome face as he played along with your teasing. 

you playfully rolled your eyes at the man, waving him off as you spoke, “i have no idea what you’re talking about, munson!” you stuck your tongue out at him.

eddie chuckled softly, leaning his elbow against the steering wheel for a moment as he took the time to gaze at you. you were perfect. he knew there was no such thing in a world like this, but fuck, you were perfect in his eyes. everything about you was just so amazing. you made him feel high – higher than he has ever been before and he couldn’t get enough of the sensation. he definitely didn’t want this night to end. “i think you know exactly what ‘m talkin’ about, sweetheart. no need to pretend like you don’t,” he cooed at you, reaching over to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear, watching the way your breathing shuttered at the action. he mentally cursed himself. you were so fucking cute, how is this even possible? 

he couldn’t stop the way his eyes wandered down your figure – the outfit you were wearing made you look so innocent, yet so flawlessly smoking hot and fuck, the way your skirt would ride up with every movement, revealing more of your thick thighs – he just wanted to get a handful of it, squeeze it, tease it, see what makes you gasp and squirm. he knew you got shit for your figure but he couldn’t understand why? you were so adorably cute yet hot just the way you were – he wasn’t blind to the way others stare at you. but he didn’t want them to stare at you. he wanted you all to himself. he’d do anything for you, he already knew that. one date in and he’d riot for you. 

“hey, eddie…”

“yeah, sweetheart? what’s up?” eddie mumbled softly, looking back into your eyes to see you looking down at your lap, shyly glancing up at him after a moment of hesitation. “everything good?”

“do you want to do this again? i – i mean. like, would you like to go on a date again? sometime? if not, that’s okay! just – just thought i should ask. i really enjoyed my time with you and i wouldn’t mind doing this again with you. this is, like, the best date i’ve ever been on, and i had lots of fun with you! oh boy, i’m rambling now, aren’t i?” you forced yourself to stop talking, your eyes trained on your lap, in fear to his reaction. 

eddie was dumbfounded. were you really…?

“you’re so fucking cute, i literally can’t handle it!” eddie laughed loudly, shaking his head as he leaned over to cup both of your cheeks, leaning in close to look into your eyes, a shit-eating grin stretched across his face. “you really think i wouldn’t want to do this again, princess? i was gonna ask you out again, but since you beat me to it, then yes, sweetheart, i would love to go out on a date with you again,” he shook his head in amusement at the embarrassed whine you let out before he pecked your forehead and leaned away to stare at your red face. 

“w… well, i can’t wait!” you squeaked out, avoiding his eyes as your fingers played with the end of your skirt, not denying the way your heart was doing backflips of happiness against your chest. god, you were happy. you felt happy the entirety of your date. you never once felt like you had to be anyone else. maybe this would be a good change of pace. you glanced back up at the man, almost melting into a pile of mush at the intensity in his stare. the same feelings you had back in middle school were starting to resurface, coming back stronger the more you stared into his eyes. 

“let’s get you back home now, shall we, princess?” eddie smirked at the way you reacted to the pet name every time – he really just wanted to call you baby, but princess should work for now. he has to work his way up to that. he’d take all the time in the world until you were ready. 

a happy sigh left your lips as you leaned back against the seat of his van, watching out the window as you savored the last few moments you had with eddie. it didn’t take long for him to get to your house – whether that be because he speeds or because you were so lost in thought, you’ll never know. he parked in front of your house this time, barely putting it into park before he was flying out of his seat, going over to your side to open your door for you. your heart fluttered at the simple gesture and beamed up at him as you took a hold of his awaiting hand, squeezing it gently as you got out. 

eddie continued to hold your hand gently against his, as if savoring the feeling. you both stopped outside your door, facing each other. you held your breath as you looked up into his eyes, getting lost inside the dark pools. before you knew it, words were tumbling out of your lips, “eddie, can i have a kiss, please?” you hated how breathless, how whiney you sounded by the end of your question - but, wait. did you really just ask that?

your cheeks flushed heavily once your question finally processed in your mind. “oh god, ignore what i just asked, eddie – “ you shook your head, turning away to open your door, in a hurry to get inside before you embarrass yourself even more. 

“sweetheart, you should really give a guy a chance to answer,” eddie’s chuckle came from behind you, a strong grip encircling around your wrist. he tugged you back gently, making you face him. an involuntary whimper left you as you were forced to look into his eyes again, a flash of – something – crossing his face at the sound, before he leaned down, his breath fanning against your lips, “you just have to ask, princess. your wish is my command.” his lips twitched up into a small smile before he ended the distance between your lips, gently pressing his lips against yours.

a happy noise came from you the moment your lips touched, your body relaxing in his arms, savoring the way the kiss felt, the way he tasted. there was a hint of something… buttery? probably from the butter of the popcorn. but also something smokey? he does smoke weed, so maybe that was it. either way, it just felt right. you sighed happily against his lips, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks gently as you pressed your lips more firmly, moving in sync with the way eddie moved his. perfect kiss to end the night. 

before long, eddie pulled away, panting softly as he pressed his forehead against yours, loving the way you were looking up at him. if he let this go on any further, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. despite whatever people may say or think about him, he was a gentleman through and through. he wanted to do things right with you. 

“alright, sweetheart. i hate to do this, but i think this is where the guy goes home, right?” he gave a small chuckle at how ridiculous he sounded. he leaned over to press a quick kiss on your forehead before pulling away, hands grazing your waist for a quick second. “i’ll see you on monday? or i can, uh, give you a call later tonight, if you’re down with that?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

you were quick to nod your head, still feeling like on cloud nine at the kiss you shared. “yeah! that sounds good, eddie. you still have my number, right?” at his nod, you flashed him a sweet smile, and before you chickened out, you stood on the tips of your toes to plant another kiss on his lips, feeling your own tingle once you pulled away. “goodnight, eddie!” you all but squeaked out, quickly making your way inside your home and shut the door behind you, leaning against it as your fingers touched your tingling lips. 

you heard a muffled yell of excitement from outside your door and giggled loudly, covering your face as you tried to calm down your racing heart. 

god, you couldn’t wait to see where this goes. for once, you were really, really excited for the future ahead of you. a future with eddie in it, hopefully. 

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic

[hkblack]

Hi! I hope you are doing well! I decided to spend my evening like Crowley, asking an important question from fellow GO writers! What's your current favourite story you yourself have written? Tell me why you like it!

Not gonna lie, I saw this and went "MIRJAM WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME ASKS!? you can just dm me on discord you fool" but then I saw what the ask was and got all excited. Thanks darling, this is delightful.

Right now my fave fic from my catalogue is:

Ever-Fixed E, 19,552

Aziraphale Fell had a plan. Go to school, get his degree, and start his life with his beloved at his side as man and wife. Until one day Crowley disappears. Decades later he meets a man, and finds the love of his life again. Anthony J. Crowley, suave, cool, masculine, in control, unflappable, has spent decades building himself up. He refuses to let his confident facade disappear for Aziraphale, who once almost tumbled down the stairs to certain death because his nose was stuck in a book. It’s just sex, and they’ve been dating for months, this time around. There’s no need to get his knickers in a knot. But the past isn’t easy to let go of, even if you’re both avoiding it. A story about love, intimacy, and finding each other again. (Alternatively: Tender smut, but then I wrote love story flashbacks, and now it's just emotional and there's plot in my pornography)

So why?

First, context: this was written for Fandom Trumps Hate 2023 for Andromeda4004. We went back and forth and I almost went "no wait no, I'm not trans I can't write a transman Crowley. oh no. I'm not good enough to pull this off" and then I got bit by a bunny and couldn't not write it.

It's my favorite, and I think it's going to be my favorite for a while because it's the best writing I think I've done to date. It's incredibly emotional and tender. And sitting with this Crowley has been good for me as a person. He's got a few more stories about him he's trying to pull out of me, so actually if you've already read this fic, go click the link and subscribe to the series I dumped it into in case I cave and do write some of the slice of life shit he's calling for. But... in making sure I wrote something that was respectful and joyful for the people who can immediately see themselves in Crowley (as a transman), I not only did a lot of research, and listening, and fretting at my amazing sensitivity reader because oh god writing with no pronouns at all is SO HARD (yeah, YEAH, go reread those flashback scenes folks.), but I also did a lot of soul searching.

Am I trans? No. Nonbinary? Don't think so. Cis? Eh. Probably?

This is something I sort of felt before writing this fic but now, hanging out with this version of this character and trying to do right by him, I'm a bit more comfortable in my Gender Fuckery (or lack thereof depending on the day). And I think that personally I keep rereading this fic not only because this Crowley is seriously not done living in my head shouting ideas at me, but because it's got the soft tender romance that I absolutely live for, and a Crowley who knows who he is, and is comfortable with himself, and is excited for you to get there too. And I appreciate him for holding my hand and letting me tell his story. Also fucking Aziraphale in this fic is a PUMPKIN. ABSOLUTE PUMPKIN. We don't get to live inside his head as much as we do with Crowley, but let me tell you. He's ultimate supportive partner. He is rub your feet unasked for after a long day cause it brings him joy. He knows your favorite color down to the exact shade. He is bought you VIP tickets to your favorite band he doesn't really like, but he likes how you sing their songs in the shower. PUMPKIN.

#from the ask box #good omens fanfiction #HK Writes

[rebloggedsunsox]

SECURITY BREACH RUIN SPOILERS

Finally got around to watching a Security Breach Ruin playthrough, oh boy. That was a lot. Most notably in my own thoughts, or as many as I can pull out of my head right now-

• Obviously, so much more fleshed out and developed. I'm really happy SW was given all the time they needed to make this dlc, because it's just so so good, storywise and obviously in its gameplay compared to the unfortunate fate of security breach.

• Bonnie's Glamrock design had me screaming - there he was!! I love all the fanon designs for him don't get me wrong, his game design is just as refreshing and cool. The bright light blue in the main of him reminded me of Toy Bonnie (aka one of my favourite animatronics) and was a very nice colour to choose in comparison to purple, since that colour is mostly incorporated in Roxy's design now (and Aftons whole thing but ykwim). Brilliant!!

• ROXY. OUGH. I pitied her and liked the memes abt her that went around during the first game and her hatred for Gregory following into the new one (duh, wants her damn eyes back), but oh my god her whole thing with Cassie made me so sad. Surely your friends will show up this time!!! Number one!!! Twice!!!

• Not gonna lie, was very much expecting an ending where the mask gets permanently stuck on Cassies head and the AI Bunny(cant remember atm what ites being called lmao) just torments her for all of eternity. It struck me as really important that the mask had such an intrusive and physical method of use, and how Cassie is now permanently connected to the network whether she has it on or off, I thought they were going to do more with it in the endings. I know that the Brazil ending had Cassie using it to hide from her fate with the mimic, but that feels to me like its more about Cassie using it to escape rather than the reality of the mask now being specifically part of her. Not a complaint at all though, just my own personal thoughts and observations!!!

• The Mimic. Yeesh. Rip having to pretend to be Gregory of all people just to get out from a sinkhole, may I remind you the Mimic literally sassed Helpi in the first rid of the AI Bunny? Most in character line he managed to stitch together lmao (i have more to say abt it but I am too tired to try and write thst out rn)

• CANDY CADET. SOBBING.

• That poster up by the vents from BOWLING to FAZER BLAST being Freddy's poster for Bonnie? Cry. Legitimately made me tear up a little. I don't care what context people are choosing to frame their relationship in based on that "Love, Freddy" bit or what is actually confirmed canon (when do we ever get that in fnaf tho/j), they were programmed robots with a legitimate sense of care and affinity for each other and that is SO. DAMN. SAD.

• Follow up to that, DID SHUTTING DOWN ALL OF THE CUTE LITTLE YELLOW SIGN BABIES RELEASE BONNIE'S SPIRIT OR KILL IT? Regardless, those glowing eyes from his body in the secret bowling area had to mean something. Imagine being destroyed like that and having your soul trapped in your immovable body, waiting for who knows how long for someone to evem find you...

• Monty's story? Both don't trust it or Monty at all and still feel kinda a little bad for him. Going on the principle that he's had the ability to feel since the beginning too makes me worry for his possible character conflict when/if his full story if explicitly revealed. Someone gave him the ability to become one of the four, and still I don't think it was Bonnie despite the little art story. Monty might have been the one to destroy Bonnie to get there, but I think that hand with the guitar is symbolising that he had some kind of help along the way.

• Was kinda hoping Chica was gonna get more of a fleshed out backstory but its fine, she got her bits and thats okay! What was with the voice box bit??? Her minigame looked like fun tho lmao

That's most of what I feel like bringing up for now. Overall just a solid, banger fnaf game that I absolutely now just regard as its own installment completely seperate to Security Breach. Finally getting back into the swing of things. Cant wait for what's next!

#just needed to get the post watch brainrot out of my head for now lmao this is mostly just me losing my mind #excited to dig more into the actual fan content now!! #good game good game good game #sox speaks #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #fnaf ruin spoilers #fnaf spoilers #five nights at freddy's #security breach ruin #security breach #yep all the tags lol

[regurgitatedskeleton]

Breath of the Wild part 3:

- found another nut thing because I stacked some boxes, but the guy wants two

- got to the village

- bought a stealth hat yay

- spoke to an old lady

- she said come back when I wanna risk my life so I left

- but then I had nothing to do so I came back

- climbed a mountain looking for a shine

- found one but saw a bunny

- bunny vanished

- found a big cactus asking for money. I don’t trust it but whatever here goes nothing

- damn she’s big

- I guess she can enhance my stealth mask then. That’s nice of her

- oh she’ll let me enhance my pants too, that’s nice

- that robot in the shrine was kinda hard and it broke half my weapons but I guess it’s nice to know how to dodge

- Nevermind these chests just gave me better weapons lol

- heading towards the other village

- killed a couple of deer (?) with a boomerang. I caught on the second one. Also killed a fox with an arrow. I hope there’s no inventory limit on materials

- I see a giant. I hope he is friendly

- he wasn’t friendly. I jumped off a cliff

- travelled back to the duelling peaks tower and climbed a mountain for a shrine. It had a riddle so I went to the other one

- copied the pattern. Didn’t find a chest??

- went to the first one again and found the chest

- got another Korok seed because I pushed a boulder between some trees after getting the second chest

- plan was to glide into that spike shrine I found earlier and it worked well

- I liked that one, it was fun

- hey it’s Beedle. I remember him from Phantom Hourglass

- sold him a sapphire hope those aren’t useful

- the (second) greatest horse trainer challenged me and was very offended when I refused lol

- tamed a horse. I got a brown and wanted grey but it’s okay I guess

- something about Misko treasure

- tried horse combat. Didn’t like it

- who plants flowers like this. I get it’s a maze but Magda’s a bit silly imo

- turns out you can blow up chests. Good to know

- I wonder if Magda will be mad if I use my sword on her flowers

- meh she just seemed a bit upset

-found another stable. Some guy wants me to go to apparently the most dangerous place to ever danger and find a cookbook? He’s gonna be waiting a while lol

- floated around with a chicken. Just for old times sake lol

- found another temple/shrine thing

- those climbing things took a while to line up but we got there

- some rocks tried to kill me so I threw some bombs at them

- there was a big tower but too many guardians. I couldn’t climb the tower without being targeted so I give up

- imma climb a mountain

- found heaps of herbs

- found a shit tonne of apple trees so I’m cutting them down

- I hope this lightning won’t be an issue

- I picked up a rock in a tree and found another Korok seed that’s nice

- I dropped the rock on the guy oops

- almost got hit by lightning but it just set the tree on fire. Starting to think this lightning isn’t just for aesthetics

- that tree got hit a lot. I did not. Happy days

- I’m in Shae Loya shrine if that means anything

- yeah idk what to do I’m leaving

- this guy at the stables gave me 500 rupees to find a fairy. I wasn’t planning to but I found her pretty easily

- this is like the fifth person to complement my appearance lol

- found another shrine with a bunch of big trolls (?) everywhere

- got into the shrine but it’s a combat trial and I’m scared so imma just go

- gave the fairy guy the good news, he seemed happy

- went back to the leaf guy to get more bag space and now he’s gone off somewhere idk

- okay I should probably get beck to the area I should be in

- started heading towards my actual objective, which is Hateno (?) village

- found like a graveyard of guardians and one started shooting that’s rude

- I tamed a horse on the way, I’m starting to like them it’s faster

- the horse got stuck in some rocks while I was looking for somewhere to register it. RIP that I guess

- got to Hateno and got a lovely tour

- committed some arson for the lovely people and can now take pictures

- heading towards that other guy they said could help

- ran into some fish guy guess I have to go to his house now

- it was an interesting trail full of running away but the fish people seem to think I’m courageous enough. Except for the ones that hate me of course

- I never knew that Link had a love interest but here we are I guess

- gotta swim up some waterfalls next time guess

#breath of the wild #first time playing #loz link #zelda breath of the wild #loz breath of the wild #loz botw #legend of zelda #well that was fun #maybe I’ll catch a horse and keep it one day

[bunnyb34r]

Okay finally rested enough to post!

So this show went so much better than the last one, and a lot better than the same show last year. I actually had a lot of fun!

So my high-school friend's mom goes every year and she bought like $50 worth of stuff from our table agsgdgdggs which felt really nice especially since we haven't been friends for like 10 years almost, but her mom still updates us on them when we see her

She bought like a whole bunch of ornaments, FOUR toadstools!!! (They havent been selling for years)

Mom didn't sell any wreaths unfortunately, but I sold a LOT. Like someone came and bought 7 gingerbread houses, and all of the wooden ornaments I made, within the first ten minutes.

She was like "hmm how many of these gingerbread house ornaments do you have? I need like 15 for my book club." And I had exactly 15 and was like I'll sell them all to you rn ma'am. Agsgsgs but she decided to do only 7 and get ALL of the ornaments I painted from the bin store

People really wanted the gingerbread houses which was a surprise bc I think I sold like two the past two years. I was very VERY happy with that bc I really like making them but I haven't made them bc well no one wanted them :( but now I have only two left in inventory so I can make more! :D

I have a year though sggdgdgd

They also really liked the boo-boo bunnies! Didnt sell any teeth this time which I spent so much time on trying to bulk up inventory (I have like 25)

Was very shocked by how many people liked the toadstools! I sold most of them actually! People liked the flower top ones the best (dont blame them) which is nice but I got them on a whim at target like years ago sgdggdgd so idk if I'll be able to make more of that kind 😅

I think we're gonna do two tables from now on bc it really helped not having to cram everything together on one

Gonna have to buy more displays and figure out a better layout for the ornaments I think bc I have 40 of those fuckers 😭😭😭 I sold 1 in the past few years.

Oh and some lady came and she was like "are you the creative person who does the painted clothespins?" And I was like yep! Right here! And pointed to the basket

She like seriously started tearing up sgdgdgdg idk why??? But she was so excited for them (but only bought 5 lmaooo) and she kept coming back to talk to me and it was like okay :) okay (: OKAY (((:

She was really nice but it was awkward as hell man sgdggdgd

Some of my favorite vendors were there though and I got the CUTEST penguin figure and a bumblebee, a chicken, and a baby octopus :D

And a table near me had made an anglerfish plush and it was so funny bc all day I just had "the nefarious anglerfish...." stuck in my head

I thought ab getting it or the big octopus but they were $60 and while that's a VERY fair price for the size, skill, and time put into it, It wasnt in my budget unfortunately

I'll post pics later in a sep post I'm just still really tired

#marquilla

[anaer]

KYLEWALLY

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Ahahaha, you think they last? You think they admit they are together? You think their fucking isn't just a dirty shameful secret that literally everyone knows about? That's why they last FOREVER. They're STUCK together and they HATE it.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? -  They do not "fall in love" because that would imply they LOVE each other which, gross, they HATE each other, first of all--

How was their first kiss? - EXTREMELY AGGRESSIVE AND WALLY INSULTED KYLE AFTER.

Wedding:

Who proposed? -  100% definitely no proposing at ALL between these two. Marriage is the LAST thing they want, they can't even accept that they like each other, they are best friends who still think they hate each other. If they are getting married it is to STOP CRIME and it is probably not their idea, actually this is the fake marriage scenario of my dreams I love it. That, or they get accidental married by aliens. As happens.

Who is the best man/men? - Kyle decides Hal should be his best man, and Wally doesn't really want Hal to be his best man, but because Kyle decided that, now he HAS to say Hal should be HIS best man, and they get into a fist fight.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -  Donna, and Wally and Kyle spend all their time fighting over whose side she will stand on. It's fist fight part two. Kyle is like "we dated" and Wally is like THAT MAKES IT WORSE also I've known her since I was TWELVE, I LITERALLY made her forget she loved you that time I BROUGHT HER BACK INTO EXISTENCE FROM THE POWER OF MY FRIENDSHIP FOR HER. I love Donna MORE. And then they get into another fist fight.

Who did the most planning? - Kyle. Wally is like why can't we get married at the COURT HOUSE it is a FAKE WEDDING we are not REALLY getting married.

Who stressed the most? -  STILL KYLE.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -  Um. Would it be rude to say Major Force, because...*cough*.

Sex:

Who is on top? -  Wally and Kyle fight for who bottoms. It's not who tops. Whoever tops is the loser. This is why Kyle tops, he's the bigger loser and mad about it. You think Wally wants to put effort into this?

Who is the one to instigate things? - Neither, that they'll ever admit to. But both of htem.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? GONNA JUST REMIND EVERYONE ONE MORE TIME THAT WALLY ABSOLUTELY CANNOT LAST

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -  MUCH LIKE WITH BATFLASH, NO, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE, WALLY IS RIDICULOUSLY SUPERHUMAN.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? -  Somehow, Kyle produces one, there are aliens involved and Wally doesn't want to know or ask.

How many children will they adopt? - None!! Wally and Kyle would NEVER commit to raising a child together, that would mean they are in a committed relationship which they are NOT and Kyle's weird alien baby is a freak of nature.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -  Wally.

Who is the stricter parent? - Strict?? These two???

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - AGAIN THEY'RE SUPERHEROES, SUPERHEROES ARE ALL ABOUT NONSTOP DANGEROUS STUNTS. THERE IS ONLY ENCOURAGING KIDS TO DO DANGEROUS SHIT. THERE IS NO STOPPING THEM.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Wally!! As if Kyle would remember to feed his weird ass alien baby. (According to Wally, at any rate.)

Who is the more loved parent? - Roy. It's not even Wally or Kyle, it is definitely Roy.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Wally because he can be anywhere anytime as long as supervillains aren't causing trouble.

Who cried the most at graduation? -  Alien baby didn't go to school or graduate, but Kyle cried MUCH more when it left for space one day.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -  Kyle is a SPACE COP so. Wally.

Cooking: 

Who does the most cooking? -  Kyle. Wally only cooks if he has no other option.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -  Kyle. Wally consumes literally anything in front of him.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Kyle. Do you think he would trust Wally?? To pick out the best food? Wally eats like he's a dumpster.

How often do they bake desserts? - Never.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -  I still do not know how to answer this question.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Wally. Not because he remembers their anniversary - he absolutely does not - but because he loves to eat and Kyle is like AH I SEE YOU REMEMBERED OUR ANNIVERSARY and Wally is like "...sure..."

Who is more likely to suggest going out? -  Neither. They don't want to admit they're together!! They're fake married with an alien baby and they STILL don't want to be seen together in public. Connor drags them out!!!

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -  Also Kyle!!! Mainly because he's the one who cooks.

Chores: 

Who cleans the room? -  Wally. Kyle definitely lives in a pigsty, and Wally canonically does all the chores cuz he can do them super fast.

Who is really against chores? -  Kyle. ARTISTS DON'T DO CHORES (I say from personal experience)

Who cleans up after the pets? - DEFINITELY Kyle because they ONLY have a weird alien pet that Kyle found in space and Wally refuses to touch it.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Still Kyle!!

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Neither, really.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Wally! Because he actually cleans.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? -  Kyle. Once again, Wally is on that superspeed shit.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They 100% do not commit to owning a dog together, but Kyle is in charge of ALL weird alien duties so.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Wally STILL decorates for EVERY holiday. Kyle tries to help but he goes too slow and they end up in another fist fight.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Not to murder each other. It's a work in progress.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Kyle. As if artists go to bed at reasonable times of night!!!! (I say from personal experience)

Who plays the most pranks? -  They are EQUAL in their pranks. On each other. On other people. SO MANY PRANKS.

#ask me #ask meme #kiseiakhun #wally west #kyle rayner

[thymelessink]

10 Characters From 10 Fandoms

Tagged by @walkwithursus (you're really providing me with these games XD)

Tagging: @a-n-n-i-m-i-a and @nanukanal and a whoever wants to do it!

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death): Well, we're hopefully still at the beginning of his journey, so...

The fact that he's a fearsome pirate who always longed to enjoy the soft things in life and fell in love with the rich man who showed him that it is okay to like soft and pretty things and then gave up everything to save that man? I mean come on, just thinking about it makes me want to hug him.

Scar (The Lion King): Okay, so...I don't like TLK. Not even as a child. I always thought the story is stupid (and yes, the whole Shakespeare subtext obviously went all over my head back then but as an adult it didn't make it any better for me) and I think I've only seen the movie fully once. But Scar, he's a different story. He's evil but he's eloquent, cunning and sarcastic. He makes the movie somewhat enjoyable and I don't care what he did, his death hurt me, even as a child.

The Joker (DC): Okay, I don't really know much about the DCU but Joker is a character I always come back to. No matter whether we're talking about Heath Ledger's Joker, Joaquin Phoenix' Joker, BTAS' Joker or Telltale's John Doe. He's so fucked up, but I love how many different sources give him a tragic backstory. And his absolute disregard for heteronormativity and his general queerness make him so interesting and I wish more people in the DCU would play with it and see the opportunity.

Gregory House (House, M.D.): I don't even remember how many years it's been since I watched House but that man stayed relevant throughout my life. And you're gonna see a pattern here when it comes to my favourite characters: He's harsh. He's sarcastic. He's an asshole. He says he doesn't care. But he does. He says he doesn't care if people leave him. But he does. He fakes his death to support his dying best friend. And I enjoy that he treats medical cases similar to how Holmes treats his cases. Obviously.

Marty McFly (Back to the Future): Of course, I like my 80s boy. Looks cute, street smart, is funny. He's a comfort character for sure. Also, if I had to name one character that evokes gender envy in me, he'd definitely number one.

Harry "Bunny" Manders (Raffles): The reverse Watson to the reverse Sherlock Holmes. He's adorkable, ends up as a criminal due to his own foolishness and Raffles' manipulation. He knows Raffles is sometimes annoyed with him, he wants to make himself useful but actually makes matters worse most of the time, but in an endearing way. He's incredibly loyal, will follow Raffles everywhere, even to war where he has to witness Raffles' death. It's basically a Sherlock Holmes AU but more gay because there's no way in hell Bunny doesn't love Raffles.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad (Assassin's Creed): I was really thinking between him and Ezio because they both have amazing life stories. Assassin's Creed was probably the reason why I started playing more video games. If Altaïr's story wouldn't have been so interesting I wouldn't have stuck with it. Malik first making him see his wrongdoings, forgiving him later and becoming his best friend also plays a big part in the development of his character. But I love that they didn't make him perfect. In Revelation we see that he's still making stupid decisions that cost him dearly and he spent his life becoming a better person and a worthy mentor of the Brotherhood.

Sherlock Holmes: I mean what can I say...I don't even remember for how long I've loved Sherlock Holmes but there's a calmness in the face of danger about him that comforts me. He appears cold and calculating but he cares about the people around him. He also follows his own moral code, no matter what Scotland Yard expects of him. And he's my go-to character when I want to give a basic and famous example of asexuality to people.

The Doctor (Doctor Who): Do I have to decide for one? If so, I'd probably choose Nine. I only got into DW last year, although I always wanted to watch it because David Tennant was in it. Hilariously enough, it was Christopher Eccleston's Doctor who I became especially fond of. It's his harsh demeanor sometimes, a man who just came from war, but the joy he also displays sometimes (e.g. when everyone gets to live) and the way he, more than anyone else, needed a companion, Rose, made him very dear to me.

Tony Stark (Iron Man): Of course, who else. A man who was a weapons dealer and ended up giving up his life to restore half the universe. He has one of my favourite character growths. At no point is he perfect, he has weaknesses, he makes mistakes again and again and he knows that he seldom has the moral high ground. But he seems to love unconditionally. He forgives. And he gives life to beings that love him in return. He provides for the people he loves, deals with PTSD, makes the world a better place, all while keeping a smile on his face and having a smart remark in any situation.

#sherlock holmes #tony stark #ninth doctor #altair ibn la'ahad #bunny manders #doctor house #blackbeard ofmd #marty mcfly #scar the lion king #dc joker #doctor who #crime and cricket #iron man #assassin's creed #bttf

[lostforysbth]

cw// mini (fairy) yeonjun pt 2

it was odd having a fairy as a housemate. soobin didn't know the first thing of how to live with a fairy but he'll do it step by step. slowly but surely, starting with-

"soobin! we can't have this in our house!" the human looked up from his drawing. "the broom?"

"this is a weapon for mass destruction!" the little one shouted at the human, horrified. "last time, i saw someone whacking at a bush to a kill an innocent bee, and- and another time, i saw someone use it to chase a dog– a dog. soobin! you know big a dog is?!"

"hm, i see." the human thought it over in his head. he did remember beomgyu shouting loudly on his last visit when soobin told him to clean the backyard, it was probably the bee. he got up from his chair and made his way over, soobin grabbed the offensive stick and swung it.

the fairy screamed, ducking where it stood on the kitchen counter.

"uhh, yeonjun?" soobin saw it peek from between the arms that were hugging its head. "i was trying to show you how a broom actually works."

the human stood awkwardly with the broom and dustpan in hand.

that wasn't the last of it.

"soobin! i can't believe you let this thing in your house, do you know dangerous it is?" the human looked over and saw yeonjun inspecting a bottle of pesticide.

which- okay, that one was fair.

"my mom left it here on her last visit," he said as he picked it up to store it away. "don't worry, I won't use it."

the human smiled reassuringly at the fairy. afinger coming up to ruffle its hair. yeonjun gave a pout in return, still worried.

it grabbed onto the human's finger and moved it aside to show its wide eyes, begging for answers. 'what are you gonna do with it?', they screamed at soobin. the human chuckled.

"i use homemade remedies to wean off critters in my garden. they didn't tell you?" he remembered the fairy saying something along the lines of fairies being friendly with insects and the like, though he didn't know to what extent. can they talk to one another? don't they use antennae to communicate?

soobin didn't know and he probably never would.

the fairy avoided his eyes at his question. instead it (attempted to) whistle as it walked away, hands at its back. soobin could only shake his head at the display.

he returned to his table, pencil in hand. his eyebrows scrunched and tongue stuck out as he concentrated.

"so..." it started as it made its way over. it paused for a bit while it struggled to climb up the table, only getting up once soobin offered his hand for a lift. "what'cha making this time?"

the fairy sat on the table edge near the human, legs swinging in the air. soobin smiled at its curiosity. he reached over to the side and pulled his rabbit plush close.

"remember this guy?"

"bunny!" its eyes twinkle in recognition of its sleeping buddy.

"he's mine."

goodbye, twinkling eyes.

hello, pouty lips.

soobin chuckled when he got his desired reaction.

"i'm kidding- kinda. he's still mine but the point is!" he held up his sketchbook for the fairy to see his drawing. "I'll make you one of your own, that way i can hug my bunny to sleep again and you'll have your own bunny to hug."

"really?!" the twinkle in its eyes returned again. soobin smiled as he nodded before finally starting his mini project.

by the time he was done, the fairy was laying down next to his arm. in the time it watched the human sew the plushie for hours now, it had fallen asleep. soobin couldn't help but feel a little guilty.maybe he could've turned on the tv to keep it entertained while he sewed but oh well. let bygones be bygones, or whatever the saying was.

carefully, he scooped up the fairy in his hand and brought it to his bedroom. he placed the two rabbit plushies on his bed, one next to the other. on top of the new one, he placed the fairy gently.

soobin sucked in a breath as he watched it snuggle against the plushie, hoping it couldn't tell the difference. seeing its breathing even out, the human sighed in relief. he changed into his pyjamas and slipped under the covers, arms coming around his own bunny plushie.

before closing his eyes, he saw a peeking, twinkling eye and lifted lips. he fell asleep smiling that night.

#txt au #yeonbin #yeonjun #soobin #sorta brat yeonjun #miniguy yeonjun #fairy yeonjun #lostforysbth

[rogue-durin-16]

MATCHUP FOR

@littlelilbun

can I have male stranger things matchup please? i’m a girl, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

From Stranger Things I Ship You With:

Eddie Munson

Ship Dynamic:

Mutual Pining™

Quote:

«I'm still afraid to be there, among the hounds of love, and feel your arms surround me; I've always been a coward.»

When I started to read your description I was like "Eddie?" Because yes, Aries and ENFP? And then I was like yeah no but... You'd make a bomb couple.

I was tempted to ship you with Steve (he's being extra hard to match) but something about your vibe made me keep gravitating towards Eddie so here we are.

We're just gonna assume Steve would initially feel attracted to you, but Eddie fully falls hard like the touch-starved, lovesick puppy he is.

I feel like he would misjudge you at first because he tends to do that a lot. First it was a defense mechanism and now he's stuck with that.

I'm gonna put myself in Eddie's shoes and say he'd probably think you're just another airhead girly girl. Boy is he wrong.

He immediately realizes he's wrong too and goes from aloof to eager to know every bit of you.

You have in common just the right amount of things for this relationship to be tandem. A little more would make it boring, and a little less would make it way too explosive.

You're the one who confesses and Eddie loses his shit. He thinks he's so cynical and detached, and here you come wearing your heart on your sleeve and he just wants to run away.

But oh my god he's so in love so he can't.

I just KNOW he's a linguistics nerd (hello fellow Tolkienian), but school's learning methods are just not for him, so you would ALSO mistakenly judge him about this probably.

He asks you to teach him at least one language. It's actually super fun for him and he knows it's fun because of you.

No one, and I mean NO ONE, fucks with you when Eddie Munson is around.

I genuinely don't think he can fight (I literally went through this in one of my fics) but I DO think that he's one scary, obnoxious motherfucker with a bizarre reputation.

I also think he'd do crazy things for the people he loves so if he has to get full on protective he will.

I feel like you'd be super protective of him too in your own way.

He definitely got a pet bunny after learning about your love for rabbits just so you would spend more time at his place. He is THAT extra.

Constant cuddles. You two are so touchy with each other, it's kinda cute but also kinda weird.

I'm not talking about romantic or sexual touch, I'm talking about just touch. Holding hands, his arm over your shoulders, head on the other's lap, leaning on each other absentmindedly etc.

Eddie lets you put makeup on him before he goes out. I don't wanna hear anyone go against this statement because y'all just would be wrong.

He spends an embarrassing amount of money on buying you pretty things to the point where you literally have to scold him for doing so.

You'd see him every weekend even if you're in college and he's not, because he'd drive all the way to see you.

Oh my god you know that one Conan Gray lyric, "They met in class for metaphysical philosophy. He tells his friends, 'I like her 'cause she's so much smarter than me'. They're having talks about their futures until 4:00 a.m." GIRL THAT'S YOU TWO.

Okay okay I'm done, but you'd make a super cute ship just saying.

#Hounds Of Love by Kate Bush belongs to Eddie when he's in love now #eddie munson #stranger things i ship you with

[honestlyvan]

Tagged by @inktheblot​

Relationship status: oh ew no thanks

Favourite colour: Orange

Favourite food: That’s a tough one but fried noodles with shrimp.

Song stuck in your head: Revelation JP - NEO Mix

Last thing you googled: Zenobia Xenoblade

Time: 930am

Dream trip: Oh, definitely going back to Florence. I only saw like a quarter of the things I wanted to see.

Last book you read: I’m actually halfway through the first book of Heaven Official’s Blessing, so I’ve technically read Book 1 of the series (the first paperback collects parts 1 and 2) and I enjoyed it! It’s nice light reading.

Last book you enjoyed reading: Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao. I honestly raved about this book when it was coming out and I’m still simmering because man. I had a time with it, and I’m so mad it’s probably gonna be at least a few years before we get the sequel and the resolution for. Fucking. That. XJZ owes me reparations. I was not prepared.

Last book you hated reading: Harpist In the Wind by Patricia McKillip. I did eventually crawl my way through it but it was so dreary compared to the previous two books and I just couldn’t connect to it. The Riddle-Master saga is otherwise great, it’s definitely a very different feeling from all modern Tolkien-derived fantasy, I heartily recommend it.

Favourite thing to cook/bake: IDK what they’re called in English but I guess they’re like oatmeal cookies? I also like making brownies, anything that I can just slap together and throw in the oven is good. I love the satisfaction of Having Baked without having to really bake, lmao.

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: I draw -- I recently got a fountain pen from a friend (and then bought another one) and it’s been forcing me to flex my drawing abilities and actually, like... learn to draw lmao, I still need to draw some bunnies for the friend I got my Safari from.

Most niche dislike: ‘tis me, the meme disliker. I don’t find most things where the joke is “oh I recognise that” funny and I resent that I have to keep a catalogue of, like, a whole extra language in my head to sometimes be able to follow conversations.

Opinion on circus(es) now and in history: I don’t think Finnish circuses have ever had animals during my lifetime so I don’t object to them on ethical grounds, and I actually enjoy circus shows like juggling and acrobatics a lot. Circuses themselves are just too crowded and loud for me. I do not like outdoors activities where I need to wear earplugs to feel comfortable.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: I don’t have a good sense of direction but I also tend to not get lost much because eventually I get sick of going the one direction I was going and will just make a sharp turn to head not-quite-back. I make big loops around places. I can’t remember exactly the worst way I’ve ever gotten lost, but I distinctly remember walking around the entire city center of Helsinki because I didn’t want to cross a specific tramline.

I’m very bad at tagging for these sort of things, but @sauntervaguelydown​ and @cannibalisticcutie​ ᕙ(ᐛ 」∠)_ fellas

#van's answers #it is now 1040 and I am tired and need to go lie down

[phantomrose96]

Fenton Fact

Danny leaned back against the red brick chimney of the Casper High roof, and he looked across the stretch of land rolling far off from the building top. For a place so off-limits, so hidden-away from the normal bustle of the school, the view really wasn’t anything special. Sure, the school was decently tall, but it overlooked the staff parking lot, and the empty Casper High tennis courts, and the back of a strip mall two blocks over with the recently-haunted laundromat.

Not that it mattered. It took more than tall-building-views to impress Danny anyway, even the nice ones. And he wasn’t up here for the view.

Danny let his eyes drift shut.

“Sup loner, room for one more?”

Danny startled, and it wasn’t Sam’s voice specifically that startled him. (He’d grown used to her bursting from his Fenton Phone earpiece during most nightly patrols.) He’d just lulled himself a bit too comfortably into the idea that no other human could follow him to the top of the locked rooftop of the Casper High building.

“Did I just surprise a ghost?” Sam asked. “Should I do it again with a ‘boo’?”

“Haha,” Danny answered with a fake chuckle. He blinked himself back to prickly awareness, drowsiness batted away like dust bunnies, and stared up at Sam. “I’m not surprised. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be on the roof. How did you even—”

Sam was a few steps ahead of him. In explanation, she waggled the Fenton-branded grappling hook gripped in hand.

Danny leaned back with a faux-exasperated sigh. “Since when do you even have a grappling hook?”

“Since I told your mom it would be a wildly cool line of gear to add to the Fenton brand.”

“Does this mean my mom now has a grappling hook too?”

“Yes. And your dad. And Jazz. And Tucker.”

“Great. When I go home and all the ceiling fans are torn down I’ll know why.”

A gentle silence lapsed over them, punctuated with the swell of fall wind.

“So…” Sam continued. “Can I sit here?”

“Huh?” Danny looked at her, anchoring his drifting thoughts once more. “Oh, yeah. I thought the ‘yeah’ was implied.” Danny shuffled a bit to the side, back still resting against the chimney. He patted the spot he cleared. “What am I gonna tell you? No?”

“Just making sure.” Sam stowed the grappling hook to the side of her belt and settled into the spot beside Danny, feet outstretched. “In case maybe you wanted some alone time.”

“’Alone time’ isn’t really something I get anymore. I’ve had about a hundred-too-many ghosts crash through my bedroom for that.”

“So why the roof?”

“Roof is more for uh…” Danny twirled his hand, “‘less adoring crowds’ time. ‘Less classmates ogling me’ time. You can stay so long as you don’t ask me to sign anything.”

“I was never interested in the parasocial or capitalistic value of celebrity signatures. Besides, you cross your ‘t’s weird.”

Danny replied with a half-hearted chuckle. His line of sight drifted into the middle-distance again, unfocused.

“Is it getting to be too much?” Sam asked.

“Hmm?” Danny answered, eyes shifting back to her.

Sam gestured broadly, hands and arms outstretched. “You know just. All this. Everything.”

“…Nah.”

Another small silence grew from the cracks in the concrete between them.

“Paulina and Star are looking for you. You know that, right?”

“Oh, are they?”

“Danny. You knew that.”

“Maybe.”

“…And you’re not interested in seeing what they want?”

“I figure Tucker is keeping them busy.”

“You’re unfortunately right.”

“Phantom Phacts?”

“Phantom Phacts.” Sam nodded. “I made him promise to leave out any embarrassing trivia from the trivia section.”

“Thanks for that,” Danny answered. “Is his presentation any good?”

“You think I’ve ever stuck around to hear it?”

“Fair.”

Sam pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin to her knees, staring forward.

“You’re really not interested in sitting with Star and Paulina for lunch?”

“Not really. Why? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s absolutely great. But I’m…” Sam shrugged, “surprised, I guess. I feel like usually you’d jump at the opportunity. And I kinda don’t think you’re refusing because you’ve suddenly recognized the banality of A-lister status.”

“Maybe that is what happened, you don’t know that. Down with capitalism, Sam.”

“Danny.” Sam tilted a fraction to face him. “I’m worried that this is all too much for you, and you just won’t admit it.”

Danny sat with the silence that followed. “I don’t think it’s too much. I’m just—I dunno. I mean. I’m just not feeling it.”

“…You can admit if it’s overwhelming, Danny. I’ll be the first to shut down ‘Phantom Phacts’ if it is.”

“Nah, nah let Tucker have his fun. He’s not the problem. It’s… I dunno.” Danny pushed himself taller against the chimney, upright now and unslumped. “It’s a little bit overwhelming, I guess, maybe. But it’s kind of what I expected. Maybe even a little easier than I was expecting. I thought I’d be dealing with a lot of Phantom-hate once everyone knew but, I guess that kind of died down a long time before everyone knew.”

“Valerie holding you at gunpoint in the cafeteria wasn’t Phantom-hate?”

“We’ve had a lot of good talks since then, okay?”

Sam let out a quiet laugh. “So then… why aren’t you sitting with the popular kids right now?”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess?”

“And why didn’t you want to?”

“It just didn’t really feel right.”

“Is it because of me?” Sam asked, another side-long glance cast to Danny. “Because you can sit with them. I’ll still make fun of you if you do, but you don’t have to… not sit with them because of me.”

“What? Huh—no. Nah, nah I mean I do care what you think Sam. But I mean if I wanted to be sitting with them then I would so. I mean. You don’t have to worry that it’s you.”

“So then what is it?”

Danny took a moment to answer.

“It’s just… it’s a feeling. I dunno. Like.” Danny spread his arms out. “The invitation is wrong? Or the invitation isn’t actually for me?”

“…The invitation is for Phantom instead?”

Pensive indecision set into Danny’s eyes. “That’s not totally it. Because I mean I AM Phantom. I’m not not me when I’m Phantom. Maybe I trash-talk a little more in ghost form but I’m not… not me. That’s still just me. You know that.”

“Right, yeah, no Danny. It just sounded like that’s what you were saying.” Sam let her legs slide out a few inches. “So what are you saying?”

Danny sat with the question. “When the news first picked up on Phantom, way back when—Inviso-Bill?—that wasn’t really anyone, you know? They made up some spooky icon to make the news about. Which was just like, whatever, not me. I didn’t even take ‘Inviso-Bill’ too personally because that just wasn’t me. And even when I stopped being an enemy and started actually being ‘Danny Phantom’… no one actually got it right, you know? They kind of came up with a character for me. Just some hero. I listen to the news and how they talk about me and I think, even now, I think ‘That isn’t me.’”

Danny pulled his knees in, a mirror to Sam, and stared down into his tattered jean fabric. “And when everyone learned I’m Phantom I guess I kind of expected them to be like ‘Oh it’s Fenton’ and then that fake version of Phantom would go away.” Danny raised his eyes to Sam, far more bothered than before. “…I think the opposite happened. They don’t look at Phantom and think ‘oh it’s Fenton’. They look at Fenton and think ‘oh it’s Phantom.’ I think Danny Fenton got put away. I think the person I was for 14 years doesn’t exist to them anymore. Whoever they invited to lunch isn’t me. He doesn’t exist. But I’m suddenly responsible for him. And it’s not even me.”

Danny paused. “And now I’ve been wondering like… how long until I disappoint them? You know? How long until I do something that makes them angry because I’m not doing the thing they expect ‘Phantom’ to do? How long until they start seeing there’s too much ‘Fenton’ in me and they start to hate me for it all over again? For them to really like me, I don’t think I can be me, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be someone who doesn’t just disappoint everyone in the end.”

A long gust of wind swept between them, stealing away the seconds.

“…So now you’re hiding on the roof.”

“It was the easiest solution to my problem.”

“But not a lasting one, if you ever want to get down.” The wind settled, and Sam swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “…Do you care if you disappoint them?”

Danny shrugged. “I. Yeah. I think. I don’t—I don’t think I totally know for certain, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“Well, you’re not going to disappoint me, or Jazz, or Tucker—and if Tucker does act disappointed over any lost Phantom Phacts ventures I’ll whap him over the head. But I mean, we know who you are. We’re not going to be disappointed realizing you’re not ‘Phantom.’ The worst you can do is land right back where you started.”

“And what if I started acting like ‘Phantom’ instead. Would that disappoint you guys?”

“Do you want to act like ‘Phantom’?”

Danny paused. “…No. Not at all.”

“Then don’t. It’s that simple.” Sam stood, and she stretched until her back popped. “It’s not your responsibility to uphold whatever delusions people project onto you. I won’t hesitate to call them out on it. You know I’m good at being direct, and you know I’m even better at making enemies.”

“I don’t wanna be mean to them though when they’re finally being nice.”

“They’re not being nice, they’re projecting. If their niceness to you is conditional on you fitting to the box they created for you, that’s not nice, that’s manipulation, and it’s exactly the root of my ever-frothing disdain for popularity. It’s always some element about popular people that people latch on to, and they can fit the box that people give them, or they can reject it and find themselves wallowing amongst us outcasts. Don’t do that to yourself, Danny. Don’t live in their chains.” Sam tilted her head to Danny. “You spend all day trapping ghosts into tight little boxes and you can’t even recognize when it’s happening to you. I think you’d be better at spotting this.”

“It’s a cylinder, really. The thermos. It’s a cylinder. And don’t say ‘box’ so much. You might summon company.”

“You just said ‘box’ though.”

“I did say ‘box’.”

“Box.”

“Box.”

Sam laughed, noise trailing light on her lips. “…Feeling any better?”

“A little, I think… I still… I still think I... it's not as easy to just say 'I don't care if I disappoint them.' It's still scary. I don’t want to end up proving them right that they were right to hate me all along.”

“Are the opinions of Dash Baxter really the ones to be holding on a pedestal? Is his opinion of you really more important than what you think of yourself? You’ve been through this with the A-listers already. Don’t torture yourself again just because the door is wide open. I promise you Danny, it won’t make you happy.”

“So I should just do whatever makes me happy?”

“Every time.” Sam nodded.

"Even if I'm a total disappointing loser?"

"All the better."

"Even if I blow any chance I have with Paulina out the window?"

“Wouldn't have it any other way. Got any idea what you intend to say to her when she finds you?”

Danny paused. He pushed himself standing. “Maybe I could talk her ear off about NASA until she gets bored of me?”

“Excellent. Can I join? I have a lot to say about SpaceX and private capital encroaching on space exploration.”

“Does that apply to me? I’ve been to space. Am I private capital?”

“You’re not private capital.”

“Then what am I?”

“Annoying.” Sam locked arms with Danny, and dragged him along forward, her combat boots clunking against the rooftop. “And my friend. Come on. I’ll brief you on everything wrong with privately-owned space exploration while we’re rappelling down the side of the building with my sick and cool as hell grappling hook.”

“I can fly.”

“And I have a sick grappling hook. What’s your point.”

“It’s probably called a ‘Fenton Hook.’”

“Is that a Phantom Phact?”

Danny shook his head, and a smile pulled on his lips. “Nah. I think it’s a Fenton Fact.”

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #-lobs this over the fence-

[oh-holy-slut]

Bloodlust

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, blood sharing, mentions of death, oral sex

Word Count: 2,6k

Summary: Stefan forced Damon to try his animal diet. Damon hated it, but didn't had a choice... until Reader makes a suggestion. Suddenly things get steamy.

Being with Damon was complicated. Him and Y/N have seen each other a lot in the past weeks. The two of them had a lot of fun; saw a lot of movies. Actually, Y/N was sure Damon secretly hated many of those. However, anytime Y/N suggested another dramatic, romantic cliché movie like "Last Song" - the vampire groaned, put his arm around her shoulder, let her head rest on his chest and endured every single second of the movie of her choice.

Damon even flirted and teased Y/N here and there, but didn't lead to anything more intimate so far.

Today was another of those days. Y/N stuck around at the Salvatore boarding house, brought a few of Damon's favorite groceries and a bunch of movies, of which she thought that they will suit his taste. Even if they were a little to bloody and brutal in her opinion.

"Pick one!", she demanded, holding all three Blu-ray sleeves in front of him. Damon just shrugged, not bothering to even look.

"Don't be a killjoy, Damon Salvatore!" Y/N sighed.

"Tell me what's wrong or pick a movie. You've got no choice. And besides that... Which number of drink is this?" Y/N frowned, pointing at the liquor in her friends hand. Damon usually consumed his beloved bourbon with pleasure.

But the man on the couch didn't seem pleasured at all. His facial features totally hardened and a look in his eyes like he was ready to rip someone's heart out.

You put the disc's back in your handbag, closing the zipper and put the bag on the floor.

"Fine. No movie night today. Who are we going to kill?"

A small smirk appeared on Damon's lips, finally looking towards Y/N.

"Stefan and his hero hair. He made me go vegetarian... well, for a vampire... and I can't get myself to eat one of those chipmunks, bunnies or bambis." He shook himself with disgust.

"And why did he count you in? You clearly aren't excited about the changing... So, why did you agree?"

"He said, he would kill me, which is kinda funny. But-" Damon made a wide gesture "he stole my daylight ring. And he wouldn't give it back until I stop feeding on innocent people - and kill them."

"So, you truly let your younger brother blackmail you like that?! Wow... I don't know how to feel about your dieting or your new path. Or whatever this is supposed to be."

"You don't like me killing people either", Damon maintained, while taking another sip of bourbon.

"Well, I don't", Y/N agreed, took a step forward, stole the glass from the vampires hand and put it on a small table nearby. "But I don't believe in forcing as a method to get people to change their minds. I believe that change for the better must be an intrinsic motivation," she added quickly, giving the vampire an innocent smile.

Damon's lineaments suddenly turned from annoyed to curious. "Any suggestions, little one?" The vampire raised an eyebrow and a little smirk showed up on his lips. On the one hand, Y/N blushed over the nickname, Damon called her.  On the other hand she felt skittish looking forward to making a deal with him. Not only a deal. It's far more than a simple agreement.

It's Y/N, actually giving Damon a part of her. The red elixir of life. She was about to give him total control of her body and she not even for a heartbeat doubt that Damon will use it against her.

"Actually... Yeah. There's something on my mind." Y/N said chewing on your lip. "I could open up a vein for you. I mean, you could feed on me. And since you have my permission, there's nothing for anybody to have objection about."

Damon frowned and gave her an incredulous look. "You would do that for me?" The vampire couldn't believe, he understood correctly. Why would Y/N want to get involved with him feeding on her? What's in it for her? Damon tried hard to connect the dots, but he wasn't able to. It all seemed to make no sense. Y/N wouldn't have an advantage of that. The vampire hesitated, pinning his dangerously blue eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Is it so suspicious of me, that I'm trying to help my closest friend?" It pierced Y/N's heart, realizing, Damon's trust in her was rather fragile. "Never mind", she waved the pain away and forced herself to keep her composure. "I only had a hasty idea; you really don't need to fee-"

Suddenly Damon appeared behind Y/N, using his vampirism. "Shhhh", he whispered softly. "I never said, that I don't want your blood. I'm thinking about if we are going to cross a line? Blood sharing can be very personal..."

"It can be? It is personal already. Believe it or not - I'm not gonna offer my veins to all the vampires of Mystic Falls." Y/N rolled her eyes, her arms folded on her chest to point out the indignation she felt right now.

"Kinda sensitive today, huh?" Damon gently stroke a strand of hair behind her ear, Y/N could hear this smug smirk through his words. It was a true 'Damon thing' to do. "I didn't mean it like that, princess." He sighed; unsure if he should agree or not. Damon didn't want to act selfish towards Y/N. He compelled a lot of girls for the purpose of drinking blood in the past. He literally used them as long as they weren't too annoying - and then he acted like they have never met. Damon Salvatore couldn't imagine this scenario with Y/N. They've been so close, the vampire couldn't stand loosing her. The offer was risky, but it also could bring each other even closer.

Damon tried hard to avoid any serious attraction between Y/N and him, afraid of messing up. Indeed, he found himself thinking, and even dreaming, about Y/N more than he wanted to admit. She was smart and had this special sense of humor, the vampire adored so much. She was the only one, who could make him feel good no matter what. Needless to say she had that glimmer in her eyes, when she did something she truly loved. In these moments she was even more pretty. Y/N was hard to resist.

And maybe now he could have her like nobody else. At least the vampire gave in. He wanted her blood. He wanted her.

Y/N flinched by the feeling of Damon brushing her neck with his lips.  "Oh, Damon", she gasped. "Bite me." Y/N almost begged for the vampire's teeth breaking through her skin. Damon loved the sound of her husky voice. In less than a heartbeat he turned into his vampire shape. "If you insist", he grinned devilishly, ready to place his teeth on to her skin.

Suddenly Y/N made a slight move forward with the intention to interrupt her friend. "Did you change your mind?" Damon was close to switching back to human, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Mostly a lack of understanding, but also a little of disappointment and even anger. Was Y/N playing games on him? While Damon Salvatore was sorting feelings, Y/N turned around, standing now in front of him.

She was so close, not even a piece of paper would fit between them.

Y/N slightly exhaled breath, her eyes darting between the vampires eyes and lips. It was the first time Y/N saw him like this. The icy blue of his eyes, she loved so much, has turned darker. Purple veins appeared under his eyes; Y/N couldn't help herself. Damon's appearance fully intoxicated every fibre of her being. Her fingertips found their way gently brushing over his dark purple veins. She felt heat and softness, while tracing one of them.  It took her a few seconds to get out of trance, realizing what she had done. "Sorry", she murmured with a voice barely audible. "Don't apologize, little one." Damon tilted his head, his lips curled up in a self-assured grin, exposing a perfectly white vampire fang. "I never saw you like this before, you loo-"

"... look like a monster?"

Y/N shook her head. It was nothing like that. Yes, he did look unfamiliar. And she should be scared under normal conditions. Instead, his look hit her in an unexpected way. He looked hotter as a vampire, if it was even possible. 

Y/N cleared her throat, looking up at Damon. "I feel... attracted to you."

"So nothing's changed", Damon teased, raising his eyebrows. The girl in front of him softly slapped him on his shoulder; which was only possible because the vampire permitted. "You are always so full of yourself." She smirked, feeling more confident being to something, they have had been so many times before. Granted, he was terrifying accurate, but she wouldn't serve her feelings on a silver platter.

"I'm still into it. You can bite me; feed on me. I only needed to see you before..." 

A shockwave of electricity flowed through her body the second Damon took her hand and pulled her close.

"I'll be careful", he promised, nuzzling his head into the nap of her neck. Damon once again placed his lips on her soft skin. 

Suddenly a harsh pain made Y/N feel like in a kind of haze. She flinched and let out a groan at the same time, unintentionally biting her lower lip. 

During Damon embedded his fang deeper and deeper, she started feeling dizzy. Her hands searched for the vampires upper body, finally wrapped around his neck. She needed him to lean on. A narrow trickle of blood flowed down her neck. Let Damon feed on her felt like flames licking up every fiber of her body. 

With every passing second Y/N could feel her control slip away. Her body was now firmly pressed against Damon's, like she would want to merge them into one.

Damon noticed her staggering, wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her.

Bloodlust already messed up the vampires mind, so he continued feeding on Y/N.

A tempting moan escaped her lips, but she didn't care to cover up. Y/N's heart was racing, her eyes flattering. It was almost as if he was about to push her over the edge, but in a different way. "Mmm, this...this… feels soo weird... and so good...", she whispered under a shallow breath.

As soon as Damon heard her fading voice, he abruptly

quitted drinking from her.

"Fuck!" He rapidly laid her on his lap and checked Y/N's vital signs, to make sure she was okay. Instinctively he bit his wrist, pressed it against Y/N's mouth. He knew his blood would heal her, but it wasn't going fast enough. A few seconds passed through, to him they felt like centuries. Y/N finally blinked and Damon was relieved. He cupped her cheeks, his gaze never leaving hers. "I thought, I'd gone-" Damon cleaned his throat. "I'm so glad, you are doing well", he whispered, while trailing her lips with his fingertips. "So, fuckin' glad..." The vampire exhaled a deep breath. 

"It... You made me feel good. Strange, but good", Y/N appeased and flushed over the memory. "Maybe you got a little carried away, but I don't mind. I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything."

Y/N quickly interrupted herself, before she could reveal too much.

However, Damon used his vampire skills, noticing that Y/N was hiding something from him. "Isn't there anything else you want me to know?", Damon asked without taking his eyes off her. Y/N shifted and flushed even more. "It's unfair. You use your vampirism to get everything out of me."

"Well, if that were the case, I could easily compel you." Damon shrugged and found back to his smugly self. "Tell me, what you are hiding". He said in a seductive voice.

"I wanted to get lost in you."

Her confession sent shivers all over the vampires body. At first he could not decide, how to handle this. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you..." Y/N hummed.

In the next split second, Damon pinned Y/N against a wall, smashing his lips on hers, kissing her with all the passion he had to give. The vampire devoured Y/N with a new kind of hunger. He didn't know he could crave someone so much.

"Fuck me, Damon..."

The vampire felt him getting hard, only by hearing those little three words out of her mouth.

"Say it louder. Tell me, what you want me to do."

Y/N pulled him closer, gently biting his earlobe.

"Fuck... me, Damon." It took her a second to focus and forming the words again. After she was near to climax earlier, it wasn't a long way getting to the edge once more. "Make me cum... You almost had me there..."

A deep moan got over the vampires lips, once he understood, what Y/N was trying to tell him.

With the next blink Y/N found herself in Damon's bedroom, lying on his bed.

From now on there weren't many words needed. Damon's hand's found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts and make her moan over and over again.

He closely listened to the rhythm of her heart, making sure he would be able to delay her climax to the point he needed her to.

"Don't cum yet... I want to taste your little pussy first."

Y/N grabbed the vampires head, running her fingers through his dark hair - pushing him down, since she was unable to form a single word.

As Damon got down, he didn't take his eyes off Y/N.

He used a hand pushing up her skirt and lightly stroking over her panties with his fingertips.

"My girl is so wet", he praised in a low husky voice."-and I barely touched you."

His dirty words in combination with his touch lead to another moan, almost turned into a scream.

Damon pushed the fabric aside, leaving sloppy kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Y/N's eyes fluttered, when his soft lips reached her middle.

Damon's tongue licking around her entrance was driving her nuts.

"...so delicious..." were the only words she was able to catch up. Damon knew, he couldn't thrill her forever, so he got back to her. He spit on his palms, stroking his hand over his crotch. In under a second Y/N finally felt this releasing pressure of his cock. It was like a switch went off in her brain and she braced herself for the hard thrusts that would follow.

Damon dimmed the whining noises Y/N made with a passionate, hungry kiss.

He cheated with his vampirism to give it to her deeper and faster, knocking out all the air of her lungs while Y/N screamed out Damon's name. Her walls clenched around him and made him twitch. It was like her pussy massaged his dick the best way possible.

Every time he hit her harder and rougher he was making sure he hit her spot with every thrust.

Damon gathered speed one last time and pushed her over the edge until she was a moaning whimpering mess.

With her last contraction around his shaft, Damon was cumming inside her.

"You are so tight, little one", he whispered under his breath. "We should make arrangements more often."

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