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dilfl0v3rss · 1 year

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tatted up

summary: you show connie your first tattoo

cw: slight angst but mostly fluff

word count: 2.2k

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connie had plenty of tattoos ranging from his neck all the way down to his calves. some of them were sacred to him while others were just for fun. you, on the other hand, had zero. you were raised in a pretty strict household so every time you even thought about getting a tattoo you were given the same old lectures about jobs and marriage. “how will you ever get a job if you decide to mark your skin up like that?” and “no man would want to marry a woman with drawings on her skin” were constant sentences thrown at you by your mother and aunts which led you to never getting one.

that was until you met connie. when you and connie met, the first thing about him that caught your eye were his many tattoos. the way the dark ink would dance around his light brown skin made you ready to make him yours right then and there. as the two of you got to know each other you soon fell in love, causing connie to add many pieces of art to his body in honor of you.

it never really bothered him that you decided not to get any tattoos to represent him. connie let you know many times that he actually rather you get your first tattoo to be something more meaningful since it’s your first. “nah mami have your first tat be for your dukes or a pet you had. you can do sum for me later on.” he was so fine for that honestly. plus he knew about how your family felt about them and he was very confident in your love for him so he alway let you know that you don’t need to show your appreciation for him through a tattoo like he does. “make sure it’s sum you want for real. im happy wit being on your nail and ion want you feelin’ like you need a tat cause i got some.” you were his and he was yours and it always showed. whether it be the many pieces of jewelry he’s bought you or the the beautiful letter “c” that you currently have on your nail. connie new you were his woman, but this was your decision.

you felt that connie was downplaying the impact he had on your life. not only did he make you happy, but he always made it his top priority to protect you which you were highly grateful for. he’s given you everything you can possibly hope for and more, and you wanted your first tattoo to be as sacred to you as his were to him. and nobody was more special to you than your connie. this led you to where you were now. sitting in the chair at mikasa and eren’s tattoo shop, the two of them doing their best to calm you down so eren can get started on you. “y/n you need to relax or this’ll never get done.” eren chuckled while he stared at you, tattoo gun in hand. you were no stranger to pain, having your pretty stomach piercing, that mikasa did, to show for it. “ren’s right hunny. you gotta chill or he won’t be able to work.”

it’s not like you were scared of the pain. you were just scared about how connie will react to you going against what he said. “i know y’all. i just don’t want con to be mad at this.” your nervousness showing all over your face as your two friends rubbed each of your shoulders. they understood how you felt, both feeling bad for going behind connie’s wishes and giving you a piercing and now a tattoo without him there. after you got your stomach done, connie seen how watery your eyes were when you got home. he immediately knew you were crying the whole ride, trying to hide it and appear excited to show him your new piercing.

after that day he asked eren and mikasa personally not to give you any piercings or tattoos without him there because he knew how much of a baby you were about needles. after the both of them witnessed you cry for about an hour when mikasa finished piercing your stomach they had no problem agreeing with his request, feeling so bad seeing you like that. but it’s been almost a year since then and they felt like you’d be able to handle this. and since you agreed to pay both of them even tho eren was the only one doing the tattoo, mikasa couldn’t resist. and if mikasa says yes then eren doesn’t really have a choice but to follow because he’s so scared of her.

“look baby ima be here, holding your hand the entire time. you came to me for your piercing because i’m the best right?” you reply with a nod as you wiped your eyes. “and you’re coming to eren right now because he’s the best right?” you nodded again. it’s true. mikasa and eren were well known in your area for their great tattoos and piercings. eren being widely known for doing tattoos for some rappers and basketball players while mikasa was recognized for her cool piercings on local bands. “then you have absolutely nun to worry ‘bout. i’d never hurt you girl and you know that. plus con would kill me if i did.” eren mumbled his last sentence as he starts up his machine. “just breathe f’me and this’ll be done in no time i promise.” you squeezed mikasa’s hand as you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you lied down on the on the chair. “alright go ahead”

<<<time skip>>>

as you were driving home you decided to stop and get some gifts for your man just incase. you bought him some tech suits and, tank tops, and his favorite snacks from the corner store. as you pulled in your driveway you seen your phone ping with eren’s name on the screen. ‘please don’t tell con i did that shit. he gon try to murder me fr’ you giggle when you read the message, getting out your car before preparing to go inside. as you approached your shared home you took a shaky breath and made a silent prayer that this goes well. you walk into the door and instantly see your man on the couch, arms leaning on the top as he manspreaded while watching tv. “hey mami where you been at?” you thought it’d be better to just cut to the chase so you walked up to him, standing in between his legs before giving him the gifts. “what’s all this?” he smirked up at you as he leaned up, opening each bag in front of you.

as he looked at each gift connie couldn’t help but think there was something going on. he noticed that you haven’t spoken to him since you got home and you’ve been shifting from one foot to the other which was something you only did when you were nervous. “c’mere give papi a kiss.” you felt connie softly grab your wrist, pulled you closer to sit you on his lap. he placed his hand on your neck as he began tonguing you down, his tongue dancing with yours as they fought for dominance. when it came to that he always won, distracting you by giving you a squeeze to your neck. connie stops to move his lips towards your ear, turning your head to the side so he can whisper something to you. “what’d you do?” how the fuck did he know that you did something?

you hated how well he read you, but you couldn’t even dwell on that because you felt him begin to grip your neck tighter. you turned you head towards him, staring into his eyes as you contemplated how you were going to show him your tattoo. “uhh i just wanna let you know first that i-…i love you.” connie stared at you with attentive eyes, letting go of your neck as he grew worried at how nervous you were. “what happened? somebody been fuckin’ wit you because all you gotta do is show me where they at and ima-” you put your hand on connie’s mouth “no no no. nun like that baby just lemme finish okay?” connie nods his head, giving you the floor. “okay so we been together for a long time and i love you more than anything. you mean the world to me and i hope that i mean the same to you.” you begin to take off your hoodie, revealing your wrapped up chest to your boyfriend. connie’s eyes immediately start to water as he noticed the familiar name on your chest.

“mami you didn’t.” he whispered he started inspecting your inked skin. right above your left tiddy sat your lovers name in cursive with a small heart as the dot on the “i”. “i did pa and i don’t want you to be mad about it either. you told me to get something meaningful and nobody on this earth mean more to me than you. and i put that on everything i love.” connie was never much of a crier, but seeing how much you loved him always made him a little soft. since he never fucked with his dad and his mom wasn’t in his life as much as he wanted her to be, connie never really knew what it felt like to feel unconditional love. he was basically raised by his brothers on the streets and never was taught about things like how to properly love a woman and how to receive that same love back. luckily he was able to teach himself and came out just fine but, he couldn’t help but to get a little emotional when he sees the the love he’s been yearning for since he was a kid finally being administered to him. “i love you more than fucking anything y/n. i swear to god i got you forever.”

you began to rub the nape of his neck as he continued to stare at your chest, wiping his tears from his cheeks with your other hand. you were so happy that he loved the tattoo and seeing him so emotional brought you to tears as well, sighing as you tried to blink them away. “i-im just happy you l-like it f’real.” you sniffle as you try to catch your breath. the two of you were a mess. connie wiped your tears as you cried on his lap. he softly smiled at how emotional you get when it comes to him. all he did was shed a few tears and here you are full on sobbing on his lap. “i love it mami. who did it for you?”

not paying attention, you immediately tell him how you asked eren to do your tattoo since he was a trusted friend and how mikasa was also there for moral support. connie folded his lips, jaw tightening at your sentence. “ima kill his ass, but for now let’s put these gifts away.” you agreed and helped put all the stuff in your room, changing your clothes before sitting at your vanity to remove your makeup. you seen connie staring at you from his spot on the bed, licking his lips as he looked at your chest. you had one of his t shirts on and those damn near covered your whole body so you knew he was thinking about your new tat. “c’mere hermosa we gotta take that wrapping off.”

you walked up to him as he slid to the edge of the bed, legs open for you to stand in between them. connie removed your shirt and lightly rubbed his hands across your breasts. you weren’t wearing a bra since you slept more comfortably without one.“you got aquaphor and shit for it?” he says while nodding towards your chest. you let him know that you had everything you needed since you’ve watched him take care of his new tats plenty of times. he nodded his head, letting you know he was listening. after he finished unwrapping your chest you handed connie the ointment and let him rub it on your chest. it hurt a little but he was very delicate and took his time. as he finished you can tell he was getting hard from seeing your bare chest for so long, grabbing himself to readjust in his pants.

“all done. now lemme suck em” you couldn’t help but laugh as you put your shirt back on. “let’s take a nap first boo” you said as you made your way to your side of the bed. connie crawled towards you after you lied down in your back, lying his head on your stomach with the rest of his body in between your legs. “i really do got you forever ma. you my whole world.” you rubbed his head as you replied. “i know pa and i got you forever too. we locked in twin.” you cross your fingers in connie’s face, making you you giggle as he lightly pinched your side. “don’t play wit me lil girl. i already let you off the hook for goin’ without me and i’m still mad eren went behind my back. ima kill that muthafucka” connie mumbled as he closed his eyes. you immediately hushed up and said a silent prayer for eren as the both of you drifted off to sleep. you and connie were gonna be together forever and now you had the tattoo to show for it.

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dearharriet · 3 months

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Whatever; Steve Harrington 🌓

summary: they say you’ll meet every person in your life twice. the second time you meet steve, you’re in college, and he’s very different from what you remember.

word count: 3.2K

warnings: fem!r, mentions + content of previous bullying, ex-bully!steve, alcohol consumption, some unresolved emotions, angst, hurt/comfort

a/n: i swear im alive i’m just stupidly busy. hope y’all like this one xxx

You circled back to Steve so quickly that a lick of embarrassment flamed at your cheeks, but really, you couldn’t have stopped it. His presence was fascinating, and like a passerby can’t look away from a car accident, you couldn’t resist inspecting Steve.

The house was very dark and humid, crowded with people that went to your university, and people who didn’t. Steve, for example, who had appeared—now for a second time—seemingly out of nowhere. Two weeks ago you’d spotted him at a party across town that a scene band threw, but he’d disappeared before you could talk to him. Tonight, he wasn’t so lucky.

To your relief, he received your sudden presence very gracefully, almost sheepishly. He was bowing his head and his broad shoulders shrunk together carefully. You wanted to say something very bold, something to grab his attention like fancy meeting you here, but the totality of your unfamiliarity made you hesitate.

“Where’ve you been?” you shouted instead, hugging your chest to feign casualness. It sounded, you realized, like you were inquiring as to where he’d been five minutes ago, not indefinitely post-graduation. Steve didn’t seem to mind.

“Hawkins,” he replied, matter-of-fact. “You?”

“Hawkins?” you repeated, ignoring his courtesy. “That’s not like you.” In truth, you probably knew very little about what would be like him and what would not, so you tacked on, “Not to be presumptuous or anything, sorry.”

In school, you and Steve saw very much of each other yet spoke next to never. In the spring of your sophomore year, Tommy Hagan’s father made him walk about the neighborhood and offer to mow lawns for money—something about growing hair on his chest, forming a sense of responsibility—and your mother had just broken her wrist, so she gave him a five dollar bill every Saturday for three months to help out. Tommy was awful at it, and he loathed you, and when you returned to school in September he’d dragged Carol and Steve with him into his loathing.

One day, you couldn’t recall what date—or even what month—but you remembered the three of them had come to find you after classes were done after you’d stayed late. You missed a question on some test, or there was something about a project, whatever. You knew it was late because the halls were empty, and your recollection of that relied heavily on the memory of Carol’s chilling laugh echoing down them, which you never forgot.

“God, Tommy, you’re sadistic.”

They prowled closer, just around the bend. Tommy and Carol were chortling and you could imagine them hanging all over each other the way that they often did. Steve cut in abrasively, something frenetic in his tone.

“I’m telling you, she’s not here, man.”

Steve’s voice bounced down the corridor and sounded back, like radar pinging around and around, detecting movement.

“Relax, Harrington, what’s the rush?”

“Rachel’s waitin’ on me, that’s what,” Steve replied. “And I still gotta drop you two assholes off.”

“Your gal-pal can wait, Steve,” Carol sneered, and you thought her voice was edged with something sharper than exasperation. “Besides, this’ll be fun.”

They turned the corner, and you realized then that it was likely you they were looking for, and it was suddenly too late to turn and hide. You froze, bag heavy on your shoulder and damp starting to form on your brow.

“Ah-ha! Just the girl we wanted to see,” Tommy sang, his voice already lilting meanly. You took a step back, wondering if they’d really chase you if you bolted. Carol had heeled boots on, and you were certain Tommy and Steve wouldn’t hunt down a girl no matter how twisted they were. A guy, sure, but you?

It didn’t matter, because you didn’t run, which you could only blame on yourself and your tendency to petrify under pressure. Anything you chose seemed the worst option, which made the logical solution to do nothing.

“She looks about ready to run,” Carol peered as they came closer, which was very astute for her, all things considered.

“Yeah, maybe.” Tommy grinned. “You wanna play, goodie-two-shoes? Me ‘n Steve’ll give you a head start.”

In retrospect, the roles of Tommy and Carol and Steve, and even you, are played by their fully grown versions. Of course you all looked very young, sounded very young—being fifteen at the time—but it all comes back as if it happened yesterday. It’s warped by everything that happened after.

“Yeah, why don’t you just get it over with, save us all a little time?” Steve picked, his expression almost bored.

You pressed your lips together. Carol stepped behind you, prodding at your bag, and you recoiled, backing closer to the lockers.

“Nah, she’s too chicken-shit,” she hissed, and then ripped your bag from your arms. When you lunged for her, Tommy pushed you back into the metal wall of lockers, and your shoulder blade landed hard on a dial-lock.

“Jesus H Christ, Tommy,” Steve laughed awkwardly, “could you have pushed her any harder?”

“Whatever, man,” Tommy waved him off, watching as Carol dug through your satchel. “You’re soft.”

Steve’s features tightened then, all of a sudden like a switch had been flipped. He took his hand out of his hair and strode over to Carol, taking your bag and emptying its contents onto the linoleum. Notebooks and pens, highlighters and, embarrassingly, a heap of pads, all washed over the floor. Carol had your journal in her hands and Steve took that too, discarding it with everything else.

“I’m fuckin’ tired of this shit,” he muttered, “let’s go.”

“Boo,” Carol complained, “what a wet blanket.”

“Yeah, why don’t you stay here with the teachers’ pet,” Tommy gibed, gesturing at you, “since you both love being L-A-M-E.”

He spelled the word out, holding a backwards L on his forehead that Carol copied.

“Yeah, and who’s gonna drive you home, Tommy?” Steve challenged. Tommy clenched his jaw, rolling his eyes petulantly. Carol’s hip popped as she dropped her hand, lips smacking. “That's what I thought.”

Steve brushed past them then, properly regal and entitled, and they followed him begrudgingly, swapping resentful glances until you couldn’t see them anymore.

In the minutes it took to gather your things back into your bag, you couldn’t resist the cloudy thought that Steve dumping your bag felt like a mercy. In the company of many rabider dogs, his offense was almost magnanimous, and, despite it being your things, felt more targeted at Tommy and Carol than at you. On your way home you decided that that was stupid, and that you were likely feeding into a fantasy that would eventually hurt you.

It wasn’t until after graduation that you realized they were bullying you. At the time it obviously hadn’t felt friendly, but you’d been so fictile then that you assumed most of the blame. When your mind changed, the word bullying alone felt too childish to bear, so you decided it was fine and that you were over it.

Standing before you at the party, Steve was folded in on himself. The memory juxtaposed so coarsely against how he looked now.

“Not like me?” he repeated.

“I just mean,” you continued, “I would’ve thought you’d go to school. Here in Chicago, maybe. I don't know. Indi, at the least.”

He shook his head, cradling his damp beer can closer.

“Yeah, well, I'm not smart like you,” he answered. “I didn’t really get accepted anywhere.”

Steve’s cheeks pinked with embarrassment, but he didn’t look all that dejected. You were sure that was the nicest thing he’d ever said to you, and the added element of self-depreciation threw you off-kilter.

“You still talk with Carol and Tommy and stuff?” It wasn’t much of a question, but Steve looked profoundly confused.

“What? No, I um—“ He licked his lips, looking down. “They ditched me when Hargrove came into town. You don’t remember?”

“Oh,” you said. “No, I must’ve missed that.”

“Yeah, that’s uh. S’ probably for the best. You shouldn’t have been caught up with us anyways.” It sounded like an apology, though not direct enough for you to accept in any way.

“Well it’s not like I never saw Tommy H. and Carol again,” you said, admittedly sour. “I figured you were off with Nancy or whatever. Where is she anyways?”

“Nancy?” You nodded. Shrugging, Steve said, “I wouldn’t know. We broke up in 1984.”

“Oh,” you jolted , “sorry about that.”

“Nah, don’t be.” He looked very sorry about it himself, like he was still wishing it away.

“Well, I am. I always thought you two would get married or something. She seemed like she knew how to keep you in line.”

Steve smiled softly, vaguely.

“Yeah, Nancy’s like that.”

His sentence ended there and didn’t pick back up, and you felt terribly anxious about what to say next. As often as you denied it, you did want to see people from school again, if only to show them they didn’t win. You wanted to happen upon Steve The Hair Harrington, or Tommy H. or Carol Perkins or anyone at all just to affirm that, yes, you were doing significantly better than they expected you to. You wore shoes with heels and makeup and you were just like them, only you could writhe in shameless glory because you were never a prick.

“So what do you do? No school?”

Steve leaned closer then, apprehensive as he brought his mouth to your ear.

“D’you wanna talk outside?” He asked, and then pulled back to gauge your expression. “I can’t hear very well,” he explained, some level of shame coloring him. You nodded tolerantly, following him out to the porch.

It was clear and cold in the Chicago suburbs, like a freshly opened bottle of coke, and you could see Orion’s Belt. You had on a white leather jacket that kept you just warm enough.

“You seem to like it better here,” Steve observed. Your earlier question stood forgotten from the journey outside.

“In a way,” you agreed.

“People are nicer?”

You pinched your brows thoughtfully.

“I wouldn’t say nicer, no.” Fiddling with your jewelry, you looked at the sky. “People have been rude to me here before, but it’s…it isn’t like Hawkins.” You swallowed a freezing breath, wondering if Steve was really standing next to you. “I can leave at any time if it gets to be too much. Or, like, tell them to fuck off if I wanted to. In high school I just had to sit there and take it, and then come back the next day for more.”

Blowing out a stiff laugh, you looked back to Steve. His eyes were downcast, face crumpled, and it looked like he would eat his own mouth before he said a word in response. It was painfully silent, so silent that the wind and your racing heart played a spoilt song together at Steve’s inattentive audience.

Your face felt warm with humiliation. Conversation had grown on you, or so you thought, enough that you wouldn’t become carried away into overzealous speeches to people who didn’t care. You cleared your throat uncomfortably, frowning.

“Do you like Chicago?” You asked Steve, and it turned brittle in the air, like a wisp of ash from a fire.

“I’m so sorry,” his aggrieved response came, and it carved your chest open to hear, in a way. It was something you imagined, a moment you craved, a fantasy you knew would never occur. Now that it had, you felt a million miles away, like he’d said some magic word and hypnotized you, stealing your present mind and leaving you cavernous and vulnerable.

“It’s really okay, Steve,” you said hoarsely. “We were kids, and you were as stuck as I was.”

“I was not,” he sternly denied.

“Sure you were,” you insisted, “it was eat or be eaten. I can’t blame you for not wanting to be picked on.”

“Because I would have died from being unliked,” he retorted sarcastically. You gave him a look as if to say that’s not fair, but you knew he was right. It would have been a different kind of unlike for him. If he’d forfeited his social standing, all of the cruelty and indifference he got would have been directly his decision, and his courage would have been gratifying enough to sustain him.

“Well,” you stammered persistently, “I still think you’re okay. I forgive you.”

“Look, I’m—“ Steve huffed, scrubbing at his hair anxiously. “I’m not trying to fish for compliments. Really. I just have this terrible feeling that you convinced yourself that it’s okay, what all happened in school. But it’s not okay. It’s not.”

He looked into your eyes hotly, a wild turn to his features, and you felt oddly nauseous. You looked at your shoes to avoid his stare, slim heeled boots that all the pretty girls wore in school, and you wondered how you’d feel about those girls if you’d never slipped them on, never had a guy take you home because you looked so good in them.

“What do you want me to do, then?” you asked.

Steve was silent for a moment.

“Whatever you feel,” he replied, “what I want is besides the point.”

“Not to me,” you mumbled, and then regretted it instantly. You pulled your jacket tight around you and shivered, said: “I don’t know what to do.”

A tear tracked hot and shameful down your cheek, dancing with the porch light and the stars and Steve’s eyes. You felt like the whole world was watching you flounder and choke like a fish on a dock. You sucked in, and air stole down your throat in three distinct parts, stuttering and painful.

Steve reached for you then, taking your arm into his grip and crushing you to his chest. Through teary eyes you could spy into the house where the party still thundered. It looked shockingly vibrant and warm inside, a world away from your moment with Steve on the frigid veranda. He was holding your head gently and rubbing at your back, and you could only think of how much you’d been craving this. How you’d yearned over intellectual conversations and counseling sessions for something as real as this moment, here, with Steve. He knew you better than anyone inside, anyone in Chicago, even, and you could not fathom how that had happened.

Pressing into him, you sniffled pitifully and hid your face.

“Sorry for crying,” you said, “I really didn’t want to.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Steve said, for the second time that night. You liked the way he said it, with a soft sternness that left no room for argument. He even went on further to say: “It’s okay if you want to cry some more.”

You rubbed his sleek jacket between your fingers and looked at him.

“You won’t tell anyone?”

Steve laughed, and you knew then that he wouldn’t, like you knew he wasn’t laughing at your expense.

“Who am I gonna tell?” he asked genuinely. You thought about it.

“Tommy or…” Steve shook his head. “No, right, you said that.”

You pretended to think some more, but you had nothing. You said, “I don’t know,” and then expected Steve to give you a name, like you were playing a guessing game and you’d lost. Instead, he drew his arms tighter around your shoulders, so that your chin was trapped on his chest as you looked up at him.

“I won’t tell a soul if that’s what you want,” he admitted, a shiny frond of his hair escaping the fray to sway between you two. “I think I’d do whatever you asked, actually.”

He seemed very affronted by that fact, as if he was only discovering it as he told you, right then.

“Would you—” You licked your lips. Looked at Steve’s. Asked: “Would you kiss me?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed, “‘course.”

He kissed you then, acerbic ale transferring from his lips to yours. The stray hair caught between your foreheads, doing what your noses could not and flattening. Steve’s hands held you firmly, at the back of your neck and on your upper arm, and it made you shudder. He was kissing you dizzy—not nearly the first you’d ever had, but certainly the first that felt worthwhile, the first that felt good and right and deserved.

As you pulled away shyly, Steve kept his eyes closed, his jaw working and his breath uneven.

“Steve?” you called.

“Hm?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

Steve hummed negatively, tapping his forehead back onto yours and finally blinking his eyes open.

“No, sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be sorry.” You smiled, and Steve grinned knowingly, like he could tell he’d be hearing that a hundred times a week from then on. You asked him what he was thinking and he fiddled with your jacket collar nervously.

“Just about you. In Chicago and everything. Where that puts us.” Steve scrunched his face in a sort of wince like that might upset you. “I mean, not that there has to be an us at all—if that’s not what you want, or if I’m getting ahead of myself.”

He says the last bit like a question, like a request. Like: Please say I’m not getting ahead of myself?

“No, I wouldn’t say you are,” you assured him. “I didn’t even think about the distance. Does it bother you?”

“Yeah,” Steve said without hesitation, but a small abashed smile played on his lips. “But I meant what I said, whatever you say goes. Whatever you want me to do.”

You looked him over, from the tallest strand of his styled hair down to where your chests met, taking in his moles and the fibers of his shirt.

“Do you have anyone at home that you’d miss?” you asked, and Steve’s face said everything, even as he shook his head stubbornly.

“Baby, whatever you want. Ask me to move up and I will.”

Smiling, you kissed him curiously, the feeling so novel and thrilling. His responding squeeze on your arm shot through you to your very center.

“I still have my family in Hawkins,” you told him dazedly. “I go home every holiday. We can visit. And it’s only a year and half before I graduate, and then we can figure something new out.”

Steve smiled dryly, perhaps anticipating a different answer, but ultimately you knew it’d be best not to rush anything. You were content, all of the excitement and adrenaline seeping from your body and making you feel soft around the edges. You shivered a touch, and Steve rocked you both to and fro.

“Do you wanna go back inside,” he asked, his mouth on your hairline. You shook your head, stuffing your face in the junction of his neck and shoulder.

“Can we stay here just a little longer?” you pleaded.

“‘Course we can,” Steve granted, soothing his fingers through your hair. “Whatever you want.”

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britany1997 · 16 days

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Nightmares and Day-dreams

Peter Ballard x GN Reader

Note: I hope y’all enjoy this! This’ll be my last fic till May. I thought it would be fun to dip into some horror and angst for this one. (The next one will be fluffy I promise haha)

Comment to be added to my Peter/Henry Taglist

Warnings: Horror, dark themes, blood and gore, dead bodies, manipulating (reader’s innocent and a little lonely and this gets taken advantage of), psychic abilities, a tiny bit of mind control, unhappy ending

A soft knock on the door of your clinic woke you from your light slumber. You jolted, combing your fingers through your hair and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.

You smiled as you walked to the door. Only one person ever knocked, the same person who’d occupied your dreams a today and every night for weeks.

Since you’d started working at Hawkins lab, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your head. Sure he was attractive and all, his blue eyes alone would have anyone falling all over him. But there was something about him, something more than just his good looks.

Peter was so…sweet. He was patient with the kids, he was attentive and considerate of you and all his coworkers, God you’d rarely ever seen him without a smile on his face.

He was a genuinely good guy, sort of a rarity for you these days.

So when your day time fantasies had followed you to bed, you hadn’t been all that surprised. Peter was…the perfect man.

When he knocked again, you snapped back to reality. You realized you’d been thinking about his soft smile for much too long, once again.

You yanked the door open, only to be met with the sight of the sheepish, blond man, holding his hand against his chest and staining his all white clothes a deep red.

“Peter!” You gasped, your hands flying to cover your mouth as blood dripped down his wrist. Without Peter’s accident prone nature, you were certain you’d be out of a job.

“Hi,” he grimaced, wincing just a bit in pain.

“Oh my God Peter please get in here,” you grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him inside.

He stumbled in behind you, more boy than man, blushing profusely.

You pulled out a chair, “sit,” you ordered before rushing to grab bandages and antiseptics.

Once you’d gathered supplies you knelt in between his legs. “Show me,” you ordered.

Reluctantly, he pulled his arm away from his chest to reveal the massive gash. It was worse than you could have imagined.

“How’d you even do this!?” You half asked and half scolded.

He cringed, “oh you know…” he trailed off but you hadn’t really been listening, too invested in stitching him up.

You sighed as you finished. “You can’t keep doing this,” you told him.

He gazed into your eyes, that sweet smile you loved so much brightening his whole face. “But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy the pleasure of your company.”

You blushed, trying to hide it as you stood to put away all of your first aid supplies.

“Don’t you have work to get back to?” you asked, flustered out of your mind.

He chuckled, “yeah I’d better get going.”

As he slipped out the door, you wondered how you managed to get anything done with him around.

You propped your head up on one hand, fighting sleep and losing as you glanced at the clock to read 10:42am. You sighed.

You couldn’t figure out what had you so tired these days. You’d been getting a full eight hours! And damn, you figured with your dreams filled with the face of your favorite blond man you would have slept a lot better.

You rubbed circles into your temples. You felt a wave of the same ‘head in a trash compactor’ feeling you did when you got no sleep at all. What was wrong with you?

Suddenly, you were roused from your thoughts by a familiar knock on your door.

Your pained face morphed into a bright smile. Peter.

When you opened the door he was standing before you, all white uniform, mug in hand.

“Good morning,” he smiled.

You returned his grin, even though your morning had been anything but good, it was much better now.

“No more injuries I hope?” You teased.

He laughed. “Not yet, but it’s still early I suppose.” He opened two creamers and poured them into the mug, stirring absentmindedly.

“Arm heeled up pretty nicely,” you noticed, coming around to touch the small mark where the giant gash had once been.

“Oh yeah,” he flexed a bit, “just needed a couple weeks and some TLC from my favorite nurse”

You giggled at his flirting, wondering what his curls would feel like if you ran your fingers through his hair.

He handed you the mug, “brought this for you.”

You gasped just a bit before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.

“Thank you so much,” you were touched.

“Don’t mention it,” he winked as he slipped out the door.

You smiled to yourself, he was so thoughtful, so considerate. You figured he must have been paying attention to you to notice you’d been so lethargic.

But…then again you hadn’t seen him this morning, not until now.

You shrugged, maybe he brought everyone coffee.

You pushed the thought out of your head, if that was the case, you didn’t want to know. You’d rather believe he thought you were special.

You took another long sip.

You startled awake at the feeling of someone nudging your arm softly. As you scrambled to collect your thoughts, still half asleep, you were met with Peter’s concerned face.

“Are you alright,” he asked.

“Yeah! Yes, I’m fine,” you babbled, blushing profusely.

“I knocked four times, I thought it would be ok to come in…” he trailed off, then frowned. “You’re really ok?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Yeah um, I haven’t been sleeping well.” You told him.

But you had been sleeping well. For the past few days you’d been sleeping for ten hours instead of eight. Yet it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing, you were still exhausted. Past the point of struggling to stay awake, you were fully napping at work now.

“Oh that’s awful,” you could feel Peter’s concern, his gaze trained on your drooping eyes. “That’s how they torture people you know…lack of sleep.”

“Really?” you yawned, not processing a single word he said.

“You should get some rest,” he told you.

“What? No! I can’t sleep here,” you protested, “didn’t you need something? You must have come here for something.”

“Just a band aid,” he tugged your hand until you were standing, leading you towards the cot in your tiny clinic. “I can get it on the way out, why don’t you lie down?”

The more you mulled it over, the more that measly cot began to look like a king bed at the Ritz Carlton.

“Well…maybe I could for a little…”

He nodded, “you’re of no use to anyone if you’re tired,” he rationalized, “besides, you deserve it.”

“I deserve it,” you repeated as you climbed onto the cot.

“That’s right,” he smiled as he crept towards the door, flicking off the light switch on his way out.

You barely even noticed him leave as you drifted off.

You awoke abruptly to the sound of an alarm blaring. You stumbled off the cot. Of course something happened during the few seconds, you checked your watch, hours you’d been asleep.

You grabbed your first aid kit and rushed into the hallway, but the sight you were met with chilled you to your core.

Your hands covered your mouth as you slumped against the wall in shock. Corridors you’d walked down every day were now stained with blood. Children you’d tended to when they were sick, held when they were crying, now littered the linoleum floor.

Fear coursed through you. You slid down the wall until you were crouched in a ball, defeated, all but waiting for whatever monster had pillaged the lab to take you too. You couldn’t help but think of Peter, wondering if your perfect boy had escaped, if he was ok.

As tears began to prick your eyes, Peter crept around the corner, covered in blood yet, more serene than you’d ever seen him.

Your heart leapt in your chest. Peter had evaded the murderer, maybe there was hope for the two of you after all.

But as he stalked closer, any semblance of hope left within you shattered.

Peter wasn’t just calm, he was…pleased.

As he stepped over the corpses of discarded children, he smiled down at their youthful faces. He nudged them to the side with his feet.

You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you realized the blood splattered on his face wasn’t his own.

He knelt down in front of you, smiling softly and brushing your hair behind your ear. “Hello sweetheart,” he cooed.

You recoiled, his soft touch might as well have been a stab. Any fondness you’d had for him melted away.

“Ah ah,” he chided, gripping your chin and pulling you close. “Don’t shy away from me.”

If you moved to escape his touch, he gripped you harder. His head followed your movements like a snake, waiting to strike.

“Please,” your voice broke, “don’t kill me.” You begged, trading your pride for a chance at survival.

“Kill you?” Peter looked hurt, “no darling I would never kill you,” he moved to cup your face.

You squeaked.

He smiled, “I’d rather keep you.”

Peter was a deadly spider and he’d entangled you in his web. As much as you squirmed and struggled to escape, it was already much too late.

“K-keep me?” You felt a slimey feeling overtake you, “like…you want me to be your…partner?” The dream you’d had for so long had dissolved to a nightmare.

He chuckled as he stroked the back of his hand down your cheek.

The gesture made your skin crawl.

“Silly human, you’re adorable.” He pinched your cheek cruelly, “how do I say this you’re… beneath me.”

You hated that his words could hurt you.

“You’re more like a…hmm how should I say this,” his brow furrowed, “ah, you’re more like a pet to me, a bunny or a kitten or something.”

You felt like you’d been punched.

“Your mind, it’s so fun to play with,” his smile was sinister, “I could never let you go.”

Your face twisted in disgust, you couldn’t imagine a worse fate for yourself.

Peter sensed your discomfort. “You’ll come around,” he decided, “but for now, you’ve had a rough day and you need your rest.”

He threw you a mocking pout as he placed a hand on your forehead.

Your eyes began to flutter closed, as much as you tried you couldn’t fight whatever Peter was doing.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered as your world faded to black.

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tomatoteddy · 3 months

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✨ Fancuries For Your Consideration Post!! ✨

Hi hi!! This’ll be my first ever Fancurie I’ll be participating in, and I’m so excited for you all to see my Precure ocs! I’ve been working on some of them in secret silently working on their designs, so I hope y’all like them!! Without further ado, let me show you my current Fancure groups!

🕣 TICK TOCK Time Travel Pretty Cure 🕣

Themes: Time travel, history

A group of evil time travelers are trying to manipulate history and steal the coveted Time Jewels to awaken an evil king! The Ethereal Goddess sends one of her precious fairies, Albus to head to Earth to find the Legendary Pretty Cure, the only people with the powers to stop them.

Back on Earth, two college students both studying history, Bria Ethans and Gail Sharpe become rivals, due to rhwir clashing personalities and their hatred towards eachother. Unfortunately for them, not only are they roommates with eachother, they’ve also been chosen to be the new Pretty Cure, meaning they’ll have to be forced to work together. Great….

TICKTOCK Time Travel is a fanseries combining my love for history and magical girls! Not only does it involve some time travelling and learning shenanigans, it has a rivals to lovers story with Bria and Gail! Albus is also my little scrunkly EEEEEEEE

Cure Tempora | Bria Ethans is an energetic and excited young woman, though she's reckless and a bit proud at times. She is loud, brash and extroverted. She tends to act before she thinks, leading her and Gail into trouble. She’s studying to become an archaeologist as she has always dreamed of becoming as a child.

Cure Memoria | Gail Sharpe is a quiet and intelligent young woman, who's also quite cold at times. Gail is introverted, cold and calculating. She’s the brains of the two, but can be blunt at times and can come off as rude, which causes friction between her and Bria. She’s from a rich family that expects highly of her, expecting her to become a lawyer.

Albus is is a rabbit-like Time Fairy from the Ethereal Realm, and is Gail and Bria's fairy guide. A very nerdy and sweet young boy, Albus is responsible and hardworking but can come off as naive somtimes. He has the best intentions in mind, always trying to get Bria and Gail to work together. Though he can't help but be exhausted and tired by their bickering.

☁️ DREAMCATCHERS!! Pretty Cure ☁️

Themes: Dreams (both aspirations and sleep kinds), childhood, reconnecting with your inner child

After years of being trapped behind a barrier, the Nightmare Realm are threatening to escape and take over not only the Dream Realm, but the entirety of the universe. The King and Queen of the Dream Realm gave the Revêur Jewels to their daughter, Princess Celestia and sent her to Earth in a hopes that she’ll find the Legendary Pretty Cure that’ll save them. Celestia, disguising herself as a European foreign exchange student lands in Japan on a quest to find the Pretty Cure, to not only save the universe but prove herself to her parents that she is worthy to be the next Queen.

She thinks this job will be easy when she finds out her potential candidates for Pretty Cure were all childhood best friends. But she soon realises that they had all drifted apart after elementary, and don’t plan on reconnecting. So now Celestia is on a quest to save her Kingdom, and save the Pretty Cures friendship! Won’t be too hard, right??

DREAMCATCHERS!! was actually one of my first ever Pretty Cure fanseries, made back in 2019 and formerly known as Dream Big!! I decided to revamp it a bit and change a bit of the story and cast (Fun Fact: Celestia was originally the midseason cure in the original version!) I currently only have their designs in this chibi/sketch-esque form, I’ll try to give them proper refs later!

Celestia Mercier | Cure Fantasy is the leader of the team, as well as the princess of the Dream Kingdom. An optimistic, kind, and hardworking girl, who is the soon to be ruler of the Dream Kingdom. She dedicates herself to being as best of a ruler she could be. She is responsible and reliable, but she can be idealistic to a fault.

Yume Yasuda | Cure Nostalgia is the responsible, cold and intelligent class representative. Yume has earned a reputation for being mature despite her young age. She believes in facts and logic only, and takes her responsibilities seriously, yet comes off as insensitive or disconnected from her peers.

Sora Kayako | Cure Wish is the lead player of the school’s soccer team, known for her hotheadedness, stubbornness and short temper. She has a streak of easily getting mad at people and being rude. Despite this all, she's driven by a fierce determination to succeed.

Hinako Tachibana | Cure Child is a shy and gentle girl who aspires to become a baker. She has a heart of gold, being kind and generous, always striving to please others. However, her tendency to strive for perfection often leaves her feeling self-critical about herself.

Kasumi Tachibana | Cure Lullaby is a confident, passionate and determined young lady. Kasumi is one of the most popular girls at school, mostly due to her family’s wealth and her natural beauty. She tends to be stubborn though, and often mocks and judges those she believes to be below her.

#fancuries #dreamcatchers!! pretty cure #ticktock time travel precure #pretty cure #precure #precure fanseries #fancuries fyc #pretty cure oc #precure oc #fancuries 2024

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kittenchancorruptionarc · 20 days

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(( Hey guys, it’s been a few days. I’m so sorry I left so suddenly, I was experiencing burn out yet again and this case was ESPECIALLY bad. I kept guilt tripping myself over my break too because I felt horrible for leaving everyone in the dark.

The TDLR is I got too ambitious with events again and I keep poorly managing both threads AND asks and I need to fix that.

So here’s my requests to YOU (the beautiful person reading this) and how I’m going to do things from now on:

-Please try not to spam the ask box if I have (a) thread(s) going on, it distracts me badly. I thought about closing them during threads but felt that’s not fair so I will leave them open and see if you guys can respect my wishes. I trust y’all will you’ve been nothing but kind and patient to me (AND IM SO GRATEFUL AHHH) but still.

-KEEP SERIOUS RPS IN THREADS PLEASE, doing it via asks is very straining for me sorry if that’s an inconvenience :,]

-I won’t be doing colored replies anymore unless it’s for added emphasis, it was taking too long and it gave me a headache ngl. I have eyesight problems and I honestly made them slightly worse doing that.

-I don’t know if I’ll do any events for a while, up until I’m in the swing of things again. I got too ambitious and got severely burnt out and tired. :,]

-Threads are not time sensitive, assume they’re in their own time bubble unless it’s A stream RP or auction event. I make those interactive on purpose! Otherwise the rest of them are again in their own time bubble!!! This is so I don’t drive myself insane with time sensitive scenarios.

-I might make non auction and such events ask box only or limit it to one or two BIG RP threads, as I notice that’s what burns me out the most X_X

These are my “new rules” I guess okay? I think it’ll help me a LOT with the issues I’ve been having.

Also, let’s just say the events wrapped up and I’m going to have to call off any threads I STARTED before my huge burn out, sorry but I keep blanking on them and it’s for the best. We can start fresh or do a new one completely but oughhh I need to just. Start on a clean slate for my sanity im sorry guys. I hope you understand.

Also, my main focus will be on Fox and my OC account from now on, which I am going to revamp to mainly focus on his TPOF version due to a majority of my rp partners being based in TPOF timeline anyways. Strade is a fun side project and I abandoned Ren because I wasn’t happy with how I portrayed him tbh. Maybe I’ll revisit the account later, but rn I have no drive for it.

Anyways, I hope this’ll help me get back into this account because I miss being here so much but oh my GOD I stressed myself out ;; ))

-Fox Mun 🦊

#((OOC))#((let’s get it boys))

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vargskelegore · 1 year

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okay wait—shuri and reader at a college party??

STOPPP OKAY WAIT this has always been on my mind... what if it was a 90s THEMED COLLEGE HOUSE PARTY!!!!! LIKE WHAT!!!!

i’m currently writing this headcanon while listening to let the beat hit ‘em by lisa lisa & cult jam and crush on you by lil kim ft. lil cease & biggie.... but my other playlist is a great example of what i think would be played at this party: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3aVTa1pDTD4dUcUPcgQJY8?si=bcb0cd1b5c64493a

again, i switch between 2nd and 3rd person when i do headcanons. so sorry if its confusing!! and as always, this is black reader.

imagine reader is getting her the perfect outfit for it tho..

reader is a cheapskate and would absolutely take her to the thrift store

tbh reader just like me fr

anyways the perfect 90s outfit is made for shuri at the thrift

we talking about a whole ass tracksuit as we have seen before

not that goofy shit thats usually costume pieces, a real ass vintage tracksuit

WITH THE SHADES LOL

fine as hell.... giving stud zaddy amen.

as for reader, i think they are channeling their inner lil kim... change my mind.

reader is a bit of a thickie in my eyes so its just perfect

especially since they’re a majorette

so fast forward to the party itself

shuri just does not leave readers side bc reader knows this stuff better than her

it’s all fun and games til reader is approached by one of her fellow majorettes

“girl i think you should go do the dance battle!”

shuri is quite literally about to choke on that damn punch (reader told her ass not to drink it but because shuri is shuri, she did it anyway.)

“..shuri are you okay with me going down there?” reader has these puppy eyes, they’re a bit worried about leaving her alone, but shuri reassures them that its ok

“no, it’s fine! go have fun-- i’ll just be here.” she has this cute ass smile on her face and thats all reader needs before she goes out on the dance floor.

the song that’s playing??? why you get funky on me by today (obviously from the house party movie soundtrack, duh!!! that movie is iconic)

the dance battle is against this freshman

that’s actually pretty good at dancing

but reader is better, obvi. they’re the leader of the majorettes.

that battle is pretty intense.

and if you thought shuri wasn’t looking

why would you think that

you already know shuri was staring mad hard at reader behind those shades.

we talking ‘why is the room suddenly getting so hot????’

shuri you know damn well why.

anyway, this dance battle is obviously something reader wins.. why wouldn’t they???

when reader goes back over to shuri, she is trying SO HARD to make it seem like she was casually watching

the tension between them now? unreal. crazy. reader definitely thinks its giving slowburn fanfiction.

and of course come & talk to me by jodeci is playing. u must be out of yo damn mind if u didn’t think it would.

everyone else is on the floor dancing but reader and shuri are just standing in a corner with cups in their hands, staring at each other.

who tf is gonna speak first now????

“...”

“i hope you enjoyed the-”

“i thought you did really well.” not reader and shuri speaking at the SAME TIME. so cliche but needed.

the giggles that escape both of y’alls lips??? ugh unmatched so cute

that entire time shuri is really wondering if this’ll be more than just a friendship. because she hates to admit it, but shes falling for you HARD.

every night she goes to bed thinking about reader but this just made it worse.

now shes gonna be thinking about reader and their gyrating hips (not like she wasn’t already tbh, reader is a majorette after all and shuri goes to every damn game LOL)

as the night is coming to a close, you two leave the party at around 2 am.

shuri drops you off at your room first before walking to her own dorm.

the moment shuri gets into that bed, shes cursed with those thoughts about you.

and don’t think reader wasn’t thinking the same.

the tracksuit and shades combo had them in a chokehold.

more than reader would like to admit.

#sam answers asks #sam is obsessed with shuri #shuri #shuri udaku #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #shuri headcanons #hbcu!shuri

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wr8tur · 6 months

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AS PROMISED!

Chapter 1 is up y’all! Hope y’all enjoy. I won’t lie, I rushed and barely edited. But there it is! A taste of the Harley and Ivy Wednesday edition! Or is it the Wenclair Harlivy edition? I dunno but I hope this’ll be a fun ride!

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spoonsilverwire · 6 months

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WOE, CHIEF JUSTICE X READER BE UPON YE.

Mostly because there ain’t nothing. COME ON GUYS!!

This’ll be fluff because I don’t have the guts to write anything other than that. Besides angst of course.

Also if y’all want more just send me a ask and I’ll get to it when I can!

As a Toon, you’ve fought cogs from all over the place. With friends of all kinds. Well, You really didn’t expect to get close to one of the cogs. Let alone the strict Lawbot chief himself.

C.J was mean, strict, and very well…uptight. Not with you..He seemed like he tolerated you. Sure, he was still snarky with you, especially when he was busy. But he never kicked you out of his office at all.

It was a lazy day in ToonTown, so what better activity to see the judge himself? Perhaps he wasn’t busy.

You were wrong. When you walked through the massive door, leading to his even larger office. You could say the papers on his desk were miles high.

“Yes?” He sighed, putting the ball point pen down. He leaned over to see if it was one of his workers. Before you could say hi, he interrupted you. “Oh, it’s just you. What could you possibly want when I’m so busy?” He shuffles his papers, making them nearer than what they were.

“I was bored, so I came to say hi to you!” You responded, walking over to him, and then climbing up his robe. He didn’t seem to mind. He scoffed after hearing what you said.

“Toons? Bored? You mustn’t be serious. How can little creatures such as yourself be bored? You wreck havoc all over Cognation.” You sat on his shoulder watching what he was doing. He then reached up to your head as he petted you gently with his much larger hand.

“Just sit still and don’t move so much. As you can see…I’ll be here for quite awhile.” He groaned irritably, rubbing his temples. Hoping to soothe his aching headache and his sore wires. You felt bad that chairmen was working him to the bone….Or endoskeleton.

After a while, staring at words you couldn’t hope to understand. You fell asleep on his shoulder. His rope was comfier than you’d think.

He takes a big inhale and leaning back in his chair. Finally getting all of it done, only then he noticed that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, leaning against his cheek, playing his fake hair that he was built with.

“Goodness, I suppose I was wrong. You were bored.” He chuckled, gently lifting you up and into his palm. You fit in his hand, he was much bigger than you. All of the chiefs were bigger than anyone else. Especially him.

“All right, Little creature. You can stay with me for the night.” He puts you back on his shoulder and leans back in his chair. His chest whirring slower as if his body was copying how a Toon breathes when they sleep.

You noticed something about him. He was a lot warmer than you thought he’d be.

OH MY GOSH!! That was literally so fun. Please PLEAAAASEEE SEND IN AN ASK IF Y’ALL WANT MORE

I Write for corporate clash too ;3

WHERE ARE THE HIGH ROLLER X READERS MAN

#chief justice toontown #toontown cogs #toontown rewritten #toontown x reader

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socialc1imb · 1 year

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Ahh!! I finally got to see all of the FF AU stuff! I have a couple questions so I hope it's not annoying 🥺 I'm just getting more and more invested haha!

1) How do you depict Green, Red and Blue to make them all slightly unique? I've noticed you draw them slightly different but also not??? And I love it!!

2) I'm kind of bad at interpreting things sometimes, but.... Is Blue using sign language? Did I miss some stuff in the tag, I was using mobile and I'm AWFUL at navigating blogs n tags on mobile so I could have missed something haha oops 😬

Anyways, I'm sorry if this is annoying osuehfhsjeh I'm genuinely excited about finding your blog, your art, and this AU! Feel free to ignore this though if you want! Or answer it later no worries ❤️

No worries, this isn’t annoying at all! I genuinely love answering questions like this :3

This’ll probs be long because im exhausted and talkative so im gonna

I depict them all kinda differently despite them all looking kinds he same! So, Green looks the most like “Link,” with the classic green tunic and white shorts n stuff, but instead if a hat he usually has a ponytail. Red has super curly hair , the hat, and a scarf (for fashion). Vio has clothes more similar to Green’s, except he gets a hat and his shorts/undershirt are darker colored, more similar to what Shadow wears in the manga. Lastly, Blue is the only one who wears pants, a long sleeved shirt, and a type of shawl/jacket and gloves (my reasoning for this is that he’s always cold thanks to being frozen for a few days). Then of course, they all have their respective elemental pendant (from Minish cap, although they arent actually the Minish cap Link, they just happen to have those pendants to help differentiate them). Of course, i have headcanons on other things such as differences in hair color and how their skin tones are all slightly different, but considering that i dont often color art anymore, im not going to get into that 💀

Yes, Blue uses sign! I’m not the greatest at drawing it, so it can be hard to tell sometimes. He’s mostly nonverbal in my au, usually opting to sign unless he a.) absolutely needs to use his voice or b.) is pissed. Sign is a lot more blunt of a language, and I think it fits his personality to prefer using it, if that makes sense? Idk if that makes sense. Whatever im exhausted

I’m really glad y’all are actually enjoying this au haha. It’s been fun doing these little drawings answering questions, and i plan to do more soon!

#asks #forgotten fourth au #ffau #loz four swords #four swords au #ffau asks

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sleepyscxry · 1 year

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L lawliet x male reader

A/N: I’m doing it. It is FINAL that I am down horrendous for this man and y’all will have to deal with it. Hope you enjoy!

Readers POV

I was at a cafe. Waiting for my coffee when I heard the bell on the door ring. I looked to see a not very hygienic man. I looked at him seeing his life span I looked shocked. I tried to keep my visual shock to a minimum. But that was no use because he walked right towards me. He sat down, not in a very normal position may I say. What is with this dude? “Could I ask you a few questions?” “Uh sure ask away.” “I’m working on the Kira case and would like to hear what you have. Because I’ve come to realize you know our main suspect for this case, Light yagami.” “Oh him? He’s just the top student at his university. I don’t know much about him. But his ‘girlfriend’ makes me a little suspicious..” “may I ask who this ‘girlfriend’ is?” “Misa amane. That famous model? Yeah I was shocked to see her with such an ordinary guy like Light.” “Hmm. Maybe he manipulated her.” “That’s bold I just said I was shocked.” “You have to make bold accusations if you want to get to the conclusion faster.” “Makes sense. So did you just come here to question random patrons or should I buy you something?” “That would be very admirable.” “Yao what do you want? Coffee? Dessert?” “Strawberry cake.” “Huh ok. I actually have a question for you.” “Yes?” “So I know there’s 2 Kira’s but like.. how mind boggling would it be if there were three?” It was very risky to ask this question. Because I’m the ‘hypothetical’ 3rd Kira. “Now that you mention it.. I don’t know.. it would make our jobs much harder.” He looks at me. “Why do you ask?” “Because 2 Kira’s are already enough of a handful. I was just wondering what your like under pressure.” “I can assure you I’m fine.” The waitress comes back with my latte and I ask for a strawberry shortcake. She leaves to get it. I take a sip of my latte. Trying not to look at Raion. The shinigami that follows me. I don’t want to cause any suspicion. I just look at L as he rambled on. “Do you even know what my name is?” “Yes I do. It’s (you). I look into these things before just going out and asking questions.” “Ah.” The waitress comes back with the strawberry shortcake. I slide it over to L. “If this is expensive you owe me dinner.” He looks at me shocked. “Let’s hope it isn’t.” I chuckle at his bluntness. after an hour of chatting with the man I pay and leave. I get home and slump in my chair. “That was stressful! Right Raion?” “A little bit. But I knew you had it under control.” “Awe thanks!” I turn to face my desk and take out my death note. “Should I write his name? Just to Y’know.. get him out of the way?” “I think it would be best to stay patient (you)” “ok ok” I move to my bed and practically go limp. “Wake me up when lights dead so I can be the better Kira.” “I don’t think you can sleep that long.” “I knowww!” I groan and get under the covers. I start to fall asleep.

this’ll be fun.

A/N: Jesus Christ on a stick. This was a lot more complicated than I thought initially. But yeah I made a shinigami. Dw he’ll be very important in part 2. Hope you liked it!

#male reader #Death note #L Lawliet #Light yagami #shinigami oc #have a good day!!

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kithtaehyung · 9 months

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THE FUCKBOYS MASTERLIST SIGHHHHH I WANT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM TO RUIN ME🫣🫠 -3tandream

DREAM LETS GOOOO😛😛😛 i hope we can have fun with all of them and even possibly do some multiverse action in the future😂 y’all already do it a little bit with new guy and 3tan so this’ll be interesting once the rest of them show up!🫣

#and yes #all of them are here to ruin you :))#3tandream anon #fboy!bangtan #lovely people #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

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yaysof11037 · 2 years

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Ya know what? I kinda wanna do something fun with my Cookie Run shenanigans! So… I guess you can call this a writing prompt game? Progress will of course be quite slow, for I am quite busy with school at the moment, but please send me some asks with any prompt you want! Just to be clear, I won’t do anything nsfw! Here are the options!

First: Pick a ship! (These are my ships)

1. ChocoHerb (Dark Choco Cookie x Herb Cookie)

2. Vampac (Lilac Cookie x Vampire Cookie)

3. PureCacao (Pure Vanilla Cookie x Dark Cacao Cookie)

4. PureLily (Pure Vanilla Cookie x White Lily Cookie)

5. Wildchip (Wildberry Cookie x Crunchy Chip Cookie)

6. SparklingCream (Sparkling Cookie x Whipped Cream Cookie)

7. MintCocoa (Mint Choco Cookie x Cocoa Cookie)

8. RockyRay (Rockstar Cookie x Mocha Ray Cookie)

9. Espresseliene (Espresso Cookie x Madeleine Cookie)

10. RedPastry (Red Velvet Cookie x Pastry Cookie)

11. Teaclair (Tea Knight Cookie x Eclair Cookie)

12. AdventureBerry (Adventurer Cookie x Blackberry Cookie)

13. MilkYam (Milk Cookie x Purple Yam Cookie)

14. Uniclair (Unicorn Cream Cookie x Eclair Cookie)

15. DarkCaramel (Dark Choco Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

16. MalaPastry (Mala Sauce Cookie x Pastry Cookie)

17. MoonFairy (Moonlight Cookie x Sea Fairy Cookie)

Next: Pick a prompt!

1. First Meeting

2. First Kiss

3. First Date

4. Slow Dance

5. College AU

6. Cafe AU

7. Enemies to Lovers AU

8. Role Swap AU

9. Body Swap AU

10. Yandere AU (suggest which character will be the Yandere)

11. Idol AU (suggest which character will be the idol)

12. Detective AU (Suggest which character will be the detective)

13. Dragon AU (Suggest which character will be the dragon)

14. Assassin AU (Suggest which character will be the assassin)

15. Marriage AU

16. Nightmare Comfort AU (suggest which character will be having the nightmare)

17. Mythical Gods/Goddesses AU

To spin it up even more, you can also use a random number generator to pick which ship and which prompt to suggest! 😁

Well, that’s all I got! Hope this’ll be fun for y’all! 😁

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #ships #ask game #prompt game

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bee-writes-stuffs · 4 months

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dear jack- Crutchie Morris

(Note: Trigger warning for mentions of violence, death, abuse, and suicide.)

Dear Jack,

It’s been a while since my first letter. The guards here ain’t been much nicer to us, but I got a scrap of bread yesterday and things are looking brighter.

How’s the strike been looking so far? I hope we’s close to winning- I’m sure you know how much I miss you and the others.

There’s a boy in here, he’s six years old and his name’s Leo. I told him about you, how you escaped this place on Teddy Roosevelt’s carriage. He wants to escape, too, but it’s impossible. Some guards heard us talking and beat him senseless.

I still don’t have my crutch. I don’t know where they put it, but so far I’m doing fine as long as they don’t make me stand.

When you come to get me, I wanna head straight to Santa Fe. Once the strike is won and we’re off, we ain’t never coming back, right? We’ll go together, like you said. You and me.

I gotta go, they’s doing roll call.

The end,

-Crutchie

******

Dear Jack,

How are you today? It’s real lonely in here sometimes, even though there’s people all around me. I can’t understand what they’s saying most of the time. It’s like they’s speaking another language.

I got beat real bad yesterday, a little bit after I wrote my last letter. I couldn’t stand up and the guard doing roll call didn’t like that. It was horrible, cause the other kids just stared as I was lying there. But hey, what could they do?

Y’know, at least it doesn’t get any worse than this.

You’re still coming for me, right? I hasn’t heard any news of the strike yet, whether Kath and Davey helped us win or not. I’m rooting for you. Please, just don’t leave me here. I’m excited to see y’all again.

Remember when we was tiny, and we used to play in the puddles when it rained? Selling was miserable after, but we had so much fun. If I could, I’d take us back to that time, when everything seemed awesome no matter how bad it got.

By the way, Leo says hi!

Your friend,

-Crutchie

P.S- I’m still holding onto hope for Santa Fe, just so ya know.

******

Dear Jack,

I’m shaking so hard I can’t write.

They killed someone, Jack. Beat him to death right in front of us for crying.

They’s telling everyone that we ganged up on him and did it ourselves, but I saw it, Jack. I heard him yelling out and begging us to save him. We couldn’t.

Please, tell me you’re still coming to save me. Damn it, if you were ever my friend, don’t leave me here.

-Crutchie

******

Dear Jack,

You ain’t coming for me, are you?

******

Dear Jack,

I’m sorry to say that I ain’t writing to give you good news.

This is my goodbye, Jack. I’m giving up. It’s getting harder to sit up, and I can’t even try to stand anymore. It’s all beatings and starving, and I can barely hold my damn pencil to write to you.

I’m gonna start giving Leo the rest of my food. He’s getting weaker by the day (I guess I am too) and I can’t stand watching him get so thin. Any bread or smuggled food I get’s going straight to him. I’ll just wait until it’s my time, which I know won’t be long. The only good part ‘a this is that if I’ve gotta die, at least there’s one kid that won’t.

Good luck on the strike, Jack. Tell the fellas that I love them, okay? Tell them that I’m sorry that I had to do this. It’s not that I’ve lost my resolve- I can feel myself dying, Jack. I know that we promised to go to Santa Fe together, but I’m not gonna make it that long.

Maybe if I make it home, to wherever Mama and Papa and Nora are, we’ll be able to give ya some sort of sign that we made it. Maybe I’ll get to see you again, who knows?

I’m sorry. I love you and the boys so much- you’s always been like brothers to me. I’m gonna miss y’all.

Your best friend,

-Crutchie

******

Dear Jack,

So, I guess we did it. We won, despite everything.

Thanks for getting me outta there. It was hell, Jack, plain and simple, worse than you described after you escaped. This’ll be my last letter, cause there ain’t no reason for us to be apart again. Well, I guess there is, since you took that fancy artist job that Pulitzer offered ya, but I ain’t never going away again.

I’m real sorry for giving up on you, Jack. I was scared, and hungry, and so goddamn hopeless despite knowing deep down that you wouldn’t let me die there. No matter what, I think we’ll make it. We just have to keep on hoping.

Good luck with that artist job, and with Kath. Me and Davey and Race’ll make sure that the boys end up okay. We’ll miss ya a bunch, but don’t let that stop you. Thanks for everything, brother, and just know that wherever you go, I’ll be with ya every step of the way.

Your Brother,

-Crutchie

#newsies musical #livesies #newsies #crutchie #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #jack kelly #jack newsies #letters #Letter from the refuge

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