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11vr1 · 10 months

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Now hear me out here… Miles Earth 42 x F!Reader dancing Bachata🤭 Orrr something like they are at a party and a family friend decides to dance a rather romantic song with us so Miles gets jealous. So many different scenarios with Bachata and dancing I wouldn’t mind fluff either where like they dance in the living room or smth I just love Bachata and romantic dancing ♥️😊

-J

Eres Mía ⭒ Miles Morales

Synopsis › Miles gets jealous and a nearly gets into a fight, so he makes it up to you by teaching you bachata.

Pairing › Earth-42! Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Inspo › Request.

Includes › ATSV SPOILERS, tooth rotting fluff, swearing, bad Spanish, jealousy, pet names, a tiny bit suggestive

P.S. › Thank you for this ask! I had so much fun. A nice change from the angst. <33

P.S.S. › I am now making a taglist!!! Lemme know if you wanna be on it. I also think I want to find mutuals and get more involved in the community…

When Miles asked Y/n to be his plus one, she almost couldn’t believe it. His delivery was cool and casual as if he didn’t invite her to a party with all of his family and closest family friends in attendance. They had become official a little over a month ago (though Miles swears it’s been longer), so the first family gathering was a big deal, a huge milestone most couples put off until much later. When she tried to explain to her boyfriend the significance of this event, he didn’t understand. “Don’t start stressin’. It’s jus’ my abuela’s birthday party,” she remembered him saying.

Abuela?

Abuela!

If his grandmother was anything like Rio Morales, Y/n would be walking into a lion’s den. Miles did nothing to placate her worries, making her do the exact thing he told her not to do: worry.

The weekend had arrived and so did the much anticipated birthday party. Y/n spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, choosing a tie front top with a cami underneath and satin skirt to combat the sweltering city heat. She double checked every angle in the mirror before leaving her apartment.

The corners of the gift envelope addressed in her elegant script were slightly bent from being clutched in her nervous hands all the way to Harlem. It was easy to find the building. Y/n simply followed the booming sound of music and laughter to the rooftop. The party was already in full swing. Half of New York showed up to celebrate Gloria Morales’ 70th birthday.

Y/n moved through the packed party-goers to the gift table, not seeing a single familiar face amongst them. She felt out of place. Does she introduce herself? Wait? Look for Miles? Certainly he wouldn’t leave her to brave his family alone. A tinge of panic settled in her stomach as she looked again.

“You lost, babygirl?” Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin hearing a strange voice beside her. The boy was taller than her and around her age or a little older. His feather duster of a mustache curved with his smirk as his leering eyes roved her head to toe slowly. Painfully slow.

She prickled, immediately raising her guard. “No, I’m just waiting for someone.” He glanced around, seeing everyone engrossed in their own conversations.

“I ain’ never seen you round here before. What’s your name?” Y/n hesitated to answer, but gave him a curt reply. “Thas cute. Real cute.” This was a party after all, the point was to mingle. And she didn’t want to seem rude. She had no idea who this guy was. He might’ve been a cousin, a family friend, someone who could easily say the wrong thing to the right person about her. “You know how to dance?” The night was starting to look very long.

Where was Miles?

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Miles was very late. On his way, but late. His mother has surely noticed his absence by now. Abuela was definitely asking about him. And Y/n…she was probably already there. He cursed himself underneath his mask. That last job was pushing it. There was no time to go home, change, and take the subway like he originally planned. Luckily, he knew a shortcut through the skyscrapers and shadows of New York.

The window of his abuela’s apartment squeaked as it slid open. Miles rushed to shed his Prowler persona in the guest bedroom and stuff the suit in his bag. In a second, he appeared to be a normal teenage boy despite the forming bruises. He prepared himself to face the wrath of his mother, grandmother, and girlfriend. What he was not prepared for was seeing Y/n about to be pulled to the dance floor by another guy. They were close. Too close for his liking.

Something burned inside Miles, one he was reluctant to identify—jealousy. Dare he say doubt? He was new to the boyfriend thing. Sometimes he said the wrong thing, silent at the wrong times. But he tried. Was Y/n already fed up? There was no denying she was gorgeous. She could pull any guy she wanted.

He stalked closer, effortlessly weaving through the crowd. “Oh, come on! I’m not asking you to marry me. Just one song.” The guy tugged at her again. Miles recognized him. Eric and his family were friends, though Miles only endured his presence when they were forced to be in the same place. They’d never gotten along, finding each other to be a nuisance and a relationship beyond neutrality unnecessary. But that little understanding might just end right here, this was not about to fly on his watch.

“I told you I don’t want to dance,” Y/n separated herself out of his grip. The sheer expression of disgust on her amused Miles. She found him as annoying as he did.

Eric made the mistake of reaching towards her again. He had the chance to back off and it sounded like he had been warned more than once. This was not about to fly. Miles decided it was time to interfere. He swiftly placed himself at Y/n’s side, his footsteps soundless, a skill learned from his…side hobby. “La escuchaste, cabrón. Retrocede.” Venom laced his tone, an unspoken threat at the tip of his tongue. The air turned to ice around the three of them. You heard her, cabrón. Back off.

The confidence drained from Eric’s face. He knew good and well Miles was not to be messed with. There were rumors about him and his penchant for beating anyone who pissed him off into the ground. “Ella es tu chica, Morales?” He stepped up to him in a vain attempt to mask how intimidated he really was. Miles moved Y/n behind him. She watched the standoff silently, keeping a hand on Miles’ bicep in case it went south. She’s your girl, Morales?

Miles tilted his head, sneering down at the posturing fool. “Sí, ella es mía. Ahora déjala.” Yeah, she’s mine. Now leave her alone.

“No estaba tratando de hacer nada,” Eric scoffed. He turned his attention back to the pretty girl hidden behind Miles. “If you get tired of this asshole, come find me.” I wasn’t trying to do nothing.

Miles lunged, thankfully, with some supernatural girlfriend sense, Y/n was quicker and held him back. Eric flinched, his fear visible for that split second. Heads turned. “You need to calm down, Miles.” Her hand made its way into his, gently pulling him away. He backed away, never breaking his cold glare from Eric.

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Together they left the party. Miles muttered curses in Spanish Y/n couldn’t catch as he stomped down the stairs. “Miles! Miles, baby, slow down!” She called his name again. “You not ‘bout to make me run after you in these shoes!” He stopped. His jaw was tight, eyebrows set low on his face, hands burrowed in his pockets to hide his balled up fists. Damn. Even seething he was gorgeous. “We talked about this. You gotta talk to me.”

He was silent for a few moments, he merely stared down at Y/n as she wrapped her arms around his middle. His heart pounded in his chest. (It was because of her. Miles refused to admit those lustrous eyes and her touch still had such an effect on him) “Ian like seein’ you wit him. Shit pissed me off. For a minute I thought…” She fixed his collar, avoiding his gaze to keep herself from smiling. “Nothin’.” Miles was jealous and willing to protect her by any means necessary.

Y/n heard the words left unspoken. Miles was a fortress locked up tight to keep the outside world out. But behind his many walls he was a boy with feelings and insecurities. “Miles, I’d never do that. I like you too much.”

“Yeah, I know, ma. Sorry for gettin’ all upset.”

“‘S fine. That’s not what I’m mad about.” She eyed the fresh bruises coloring his cheek and temple. “Where were you?” At this point, she was more concerned than angry. Miles wasn’t inclined to long conversations, but he was decent enough to send her a text. Although dry and vague it was something. Y/n would take what she could get.

Miles stiffened in her embrace. “I had to take care of some stuff. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Lemme make it up to you.”

“You owe me a dance.” Prying it out of him would get her nowhere. She decided to let it go. Just this once.

“A dance?” he asked. She grinned, happy to catch him off guard for once.

Y/n nodded. “Mrs. Morales told me you’re a wonderful dancer. Don’t be holdin’ out on me.”

His sigh was long and deep, directed towards the ceiling of the narrow hallway. Miles was in no place to refuse. He took her hand and started walking. “Alright, but we not goin’ to the roof.”

He led her to his grandma’s apartment. It was sizable and definitely decorated by an elderly woman. Y/n admired the photos sitting on the mantle. There was Rio and Jefferson Davis, dressed in white for their wedding day. She paused on a picture of an infant covered in paint, smiling from ear to ear with two teeth. She awed at Miles. He was so cute, so carefree without the shadows of the world dragging behind him.

“Ven aquí, mami.” He stood in the middle of the living room, hands outstretched, a song playing behind him from his phone. She peeked at the song as they joined hands. Come here, mami.

“Eres Mía” by Romeo Santos.

The song was unfamiliar to her. “What? You thought you was gonna to twerk and grind on me?” His low chuckle sent shivers through her. She didn’t answer. “Nah. We gon dance for real. Bachata.”

“Wait, Miles. I don’t how to—”

“Imma teach you. Two steps to the music. Thas all it is,” he showed her. Y/n mimicked him, each step hesitant and unsure, but Miles was encouraging and a surprisingly good teacher. “See? Easy.”

He raised his arms to spin her around and brought her closer. Y/n faltered. “Aye, come on, mami. I know you can move your hips better than that.” He repositioned, hands at her back and waist, his thigh between her legs, ruffling her skirt. Miles guided her across the floor, his fingers wandering to the trim of her cami, drawing a distracting trail of heat on her bare skin. Her own hands found their way to his nape, brushing his twin braids as they swayed to the beat. Soon she found her rhythm.

“There you go,” he praised, rolling his hips into hers. She followed. Her body trusted him. She trusted him wholeheartedly and fell into his lead.

They rocked together in silence, the song having long since ended. Miles nestled in the crook of her neck to breathe in the sweet scent of her perfume. “Thank you for helping me. I should have said so earlier,” Y/n said from above him.

“It’s my job, princesa.” Miles left the softness of her neck. “Eres mía.” You are mine. Y/n blinked while he returned to her warmth. She hoped he didn’t feel the way her temperature rose.

In three short months he made a place for himself in her life. He was the most unexpected surprise. She had a list of the ideal boyfriend and Miles Morales didn’t check off a single one. Yet everything never felt more perfect than in his arms, dancing to the distant sirens and traffic.

His phone buzzed from the end table. “Is that your mom?” He shrugged in response. “We should go.” Y/n suggested, but Miles’ grip only tightened.

“One more minute. They can wait.”

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lovemesomeeddiemunson · 10 months

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Prom Date

Summary: Prom is coming and you want nothing more than to go. A certain metalhead goes above and beyond chivalry.

F! Reader Insert, 6111 Words

Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI. Y/N is over 18. Eddie is scarred from the Upside Down. I took some liberties and decided Vecna was defeated in this. Making out, smoking, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, cursing, food mentions, protected sex.

Authors Note: This has been in the works for ages, and I am unleashing it lol. I never went to prom sooooo this is another self indulgent one lol. Also, I am always looking for inspo, so I will absolutely take requests for one-shots, blurbs, and head canons. If you don’t have an idea and just wanna chat, that’s cool too! I promise I won't bite.

The complaint you had been making gets caught in your throat, embarrassment heating your cheeks as the conversation you were having with Steve is halted by the bell above the door to Family Video.

It’s the first time it’s gone off since you’d settled in here after school to hang out with your friends. The place was dead enough that the interruption alone would have garnered your glance, but instead your full attention is quickly commanded by the metalhead entering beneath the bell, already grinning as he takes you in at the counter. “Hey Y/N…Steve…Robin.” He nods at each of you as the lot of you greet him back.

Your simple, “Hi Eddie.” is much more reserved than you feel as you ignore the butterflies he causes by approaching, a stack of video tapes tucked under one of the scarred arms that peeks unapologetically from his Black Sabbath t-shirt.

“What are we talking about?” He asks with a small chuckle, to which Robin immediately throws you under the bus.

“Prom.” She supplies in a pained tone, adding, “Y/N doesn’t have a date.”

“Robin!” You complain sharply as Steve gives her a stern look. Her eyes widen, having missed the cue that maybe you wouldn’t want Eddie to know that - to open yourself up for his scrutiny on top of your already miserable desires.

Eddie doesn’t mock you though. He takes one look at you, at the apparent mortification on your face that’s now hidden by your hands, and you can only assume he takes pity on you.

In response to Robin’s words, just loud enough for you to hear, he insists “Go with me.”

As the words register, you drop your hands, your eyes widening before you can help it.

You let out a small, disbelieving sound at Eddie, cringing at the way it comes out like a mutilated laugh. “Doesn’t prom go against your entire belief system?” You mutter, Eddie smiling like you’ve just paid him a compliment.

“Oh absolutely it does...But who am I to turn a blind eye to a damsel in distress?” He gives a small chuckle, before catching the downtrodden look on your face and quickly scrambling.

“That’s not to say that uh, I wouldn’t enjoy myself. I think…I mean, if it’s with you, I think it could be fun.” There’s a slight smile playing around the edge of his lips.

It would be fun. It would be…everything. And you want him to mean it so desperately that it takes you a moment to notice the way that your delay affects Eddie. The way he fidgets with his hands…Shifts from foot to foot…Could he actually be nervous?

You melt.

“I…I’d really like to go.” You confess, your voice small in the wake of the admittance you hadn’t allowed yourself thus far. Putting yourself out there, only to have Eddie’s answering smile take the breath from your lungs.

“It’s a date then.” He sets his pile of videos on the counter, glancing at your mutual friends. “Take care of this for me, will you Harrington? I gotta go find a tux.”

Steve pulls the tapes towards himself as Eddie starts to walk backwards toward the door, eyes never leaving you even for a moment. “I’ll see you later?” He asks hopefully.

You nod far too readily only for him to grin again and wave, rings glinting in the fluorescent lighting, before he heads out.

As the door closes behind him, Robin gives you a wide eyed look, Steve scanning the returns as he lets out a very casual. “Munson, huh? Now that I wasn’t expecting.”

“Me neither.” You reply, already fretting about making sure that things go perfectly as you pinch yourself that Eddie Munson has really just asked you to prom.

Robin starts talking a mile a minute, having garnered acceptance of the situation much more quickly than your still bewildered state, and Steve lovingly reminds you both to breathe.

It feels far removed from you in that moment and beyond it, as the days leading up to prom seem to accelerate in your anxious state.

Until it’s the night of and finally you head to Steve’s, where his bathroom counter has been taken over by all the beauty products Robin, Robin’s mother, (and Steve,) collectively owned.

While there you’re given the full glamor treatment - makeup, hair, the works.

It’s a great time. Not only do you enjoy this bit of pampering but as they help you get ready, Steve and Robin reminisce about their own memories of prom to your utter delight.

Steve’s is a classic tale - 85’ prom king, underage drinking, and an after party where he and his date went all the way.

“Gag.” Robin interjected, launching into her own unconventional tale. A prom that involved crashing in 84’ after a spiteful makeover and some light property damage.

You laugh along with both your friends and think to yourself that both experiences, while wonderful, were nothing compared to what stood before you - an evening with Eddie.

It was tying you up in knots, the anticipation. The nerves that took what was upcoming and loaded it on top of every interaction you two had shared previously. A perfect storm of wondering if things between you two were moving in the direction you hoped for…If this was more than just chivalry to him.

You wanted it to be. Cataloging all of the previously stolen glances between you two…the inside jokes…

“Would you stop pacing,” Steve insisted, grabbing you by the shoulders. “It’s gonna be fine! Trust me.”

“Trust you.” You repeated, about to go off on an anxiety-induced spiral of self deprecation before Robin interjected and halted you in your tracks. She said some words - pretty and French. Something about maybe how you looked? Or how Eddie was going to feel when he looked at you? You weren’t sure.

In any case, it helped. You took a deep breath and put a relaxed smile on your face. Robin took the opportunity to snap a Polaroid of the three of you.

This led to a dozen more photos, Steve and Robin posing with you like the parents sending you off. Robin wiped fake tears from her eyes and Steve started in on a fake lecture about boys and how they were no good, and back in his day...

You were still laughing at that when a knock on the door caused you to freeze, nerves supplanting themselves right back in the pit of your stomach as Steve went to let Eddie in, quickly sidestepping so the pair of you could take each other in.

As your gaze landed on Eddie, you couldn’t help but find him impossibly handsome - clean shaven, shiny brown curls falling past his shoulders where he’d managed to find a relatively nice suit to wear.

You were surprised to see a boutonniere in the same color as your dress - your favorite color - beside his lapel. In his still ringed hands he held a plastic container with a matching corsage.

You couldn’t help but to go slack-jawed in awe at the sight, touched beyond measure.

Steve clears his throat behind the pair of you. You hadn’t noticed how long you’d been ogling Eddie - or that he’d been struck just as speechless at the sight of you in your prom dress.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He pipes up, the both of you meeting halfway.

“Thank you, Eddie. You look really handsome.” You swear, fondness in your voice.

He beams at you, gingerly holding up the corsage, “Can I?” He asks.

You offer your wrist, Robin and Steve snapping away with the camera. You stick your tongue out at them after giving them a generous moment to get the shot.

They wave you off, forcing the two of you into all kinds of poses that you complain about but know you’ll cherish - physical remnants of the way Eddie holds you tight and smiles like he’s proud to have you.

These and a few group shots, the last of which has Eddie making a classic rockstar pose and Steve faux-flexing, and you two are ushered off the lawn and on your way.

“Not too late now!” Steve teases - Robin's arm is around his waist as she waves you off.

You roll your eyes at both of them, addressing him when you say, “I’ll be sure to do that, mom.” And Eddie laughs as they flip you the bird and disappear into the house to hang out.

“You ready?” Eddie asks sweetly, to which you nod, already heading for his van.

When he sees which way you’re going he gently catches you by the arm, shaking his head. “Your chariot for the evening is actually this way my lady.”

Your confused expression turns to one of surprise as Eddie produces a set of keys from his pocket, jingling them in the general direction of Steve’s BMW.

“Steve said I could borrow her, with some stipulations.” Eddie explained, a bit of a pink tint to the tips of his ears at whatever they were, as he hurried over and opened your door for you before you could ask.

Once you and your dress are situated he shuts you in gently, heading around the front of the vehicle and sliding into the driver’s seat.

“How’d you pull that off?” You ask nonchalantly instead, smoothing your dress down your legs.

Eddie clears his throat, eyes on your ankle and sounding a touch embarrassed as he explains. “I told him that I didn’t want you to show up to your prom in the old grease bucket, smelling like weed…He took pity on me I think.”

He waves it off, but you frown. Not liking the answer, you call his name gently, reassuring him. “I could have rolled up in half a rotting pumpkin and I would still be happy because I’m there with you.”

Feeling bold, you reach out and squeeze his hand reassuringly. You’re planning to let go but Eddie suddenly squeezes back, lacing your fingers together.

“Is-is this okay?” He nods down at the hand he holds, a timid smile on his face. You smile wide in return, promising him, “It’s perfect.”

Not much more needs to be said. He holds your hand the whole ride to the school, a guitar you recognize playing low in the background. Not Steve’s usual station for sure, and you don’t mind at all.

When the two of you arrive, the parking lot is already full - well, as full as it can be with half the town having moved away overnight…Upperclassmen are all around, running free in their fancy attire, having a blast. Cutting lose in a much needed way after the last year of hell.

Paying them no mind, Eddie takes your hand and leads you through the halls of the school, where you flash your tickets at the entry before heading inside the gym.

You smile as you take in the packed space, full of colorful balloons and gossamer streamers hanging, winding, and climbing every available surface.

A cluster of colorfully dressed people jumps, twirls, and writhes in the middle of the floor, creating a cluster of hairspray smell that’s a bit overwhelming.

Eddie takes one look at you under the twinkle lights, and feels his heart skip a beat.

“Hard to believe this is the same room where I’ve spent so much time faking injuries.” You tell him when you meet his gaze, your admittance making him laugh.

“I wish I would have known, I’m notorious for my nosebleeds. I could have kept you supplied with plenty of fake blood.” He taps the side of said nose in emphasis, and you can’t help but think about how well a kiss would fit right there. “Hm” You muse, slight smile on your lips. “I usually go with ‘sprained ankle.’ Guaranteed reading time for the whole period. Doubt a few drops of blood can get you the same result.” “A few drops? I’ll have you know that I have a very serious vitamin K deficiency.” He answers, smirk on his lips. “A nosebleed from me is a guaranteed bloodbath. Coach can’t get me out of here fast enough.”

You bark out a laugh. “You’re a little bit evil, Munson.”

“Maybe.” He grins huge, hand to his heart. “I promise you though, no excuses tonight.” Eddie shakes his hair out. “I am but your humble servant, here to dance to your heart’s desires.”

You raise an eyebrow, but he isn’t joking - he drags you to the makeshift dance floor, where scattered couples give you a wide berth, Eddie never showing whether he minds or not. He moves along to the music blaring throughout the gym, encouraging you to join him. You fold way too fast, inspired to abandon your nerves with the way he’s smiling and looking at you like there’s no one else in the room.

You keep your gaze on him, loving how when he dances it’s in complete confidence - treating each song like a concert he’s putting on for the two of you. It’s silly and uncoordinated and so much fun.

After a sporadic turn around the dance floor to the pop that Eddie loathes, for what feels like ages, the pair of you suddenly grow nervous at the slow song that cuts through - a soulful angelic voice rife with passion, urging lover’s together.

You're surrounded by peers who’ve already fallen into their dates' arms when Eddie holds a hand out.

Head up slightly, you place your hand in his and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you in close, swaying the pair of you from side to side.

The song goes on - romantic and full of promise, and changes the atmosphere entirely. When it ends, Eddie doesn’t seem like he can go back to jumping and bopping around to the hits of today.

Instead he unwraps his arms from around your waist without a word, linking his arm with yours and leading you out the double doors of the cafeteria.

By this point in the night the prom is in full swing, so the concession tables lined up outside just beyond the doors in the senior hallway are nearly abandoned.

There’s one bleary eyed chaperone posted out front to guard the punch, halfheartedly asking if you’re having fun as Eddie pours you a generous cup full.

You nod at her in reply and down the drink, trying not to wince at the taste and give yourself away. Knowing that said chaperone had definitely fallen asleep at the wheel.

The second your back is turned though, you’re pulling a face, and Eddie chuckles at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering there a touch too long. It feels more than friendly.

��I’m really glad you asked me to come.” You blurt before you can help it, immediately hiding behind the pretense of taking another sip of your drink.

Eddie’s eyes grow soft at your words. “I’m really glad you said yes.” He admits.

It takes you by surprise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He moves in a touch closer, looking like he wants to say something.

He clams up though when there’s an apparent shift change at the punch table. A new teacher is taking the place of the old, this one looking at Eddie entirely disapprovingly. Likely traumatized from having him in class at some point.

And Eddie, for all his confidence, seems to shrink. Looks wholly defeated.

You frown, urging him down the hall and away from disapproving eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, plastering a smile on his face that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Got the best girl in Hawkins all to myself, what could be wrong?”

The compliment almost distracts you. “Eddie,” you complain softly, with a small laugh.

He loves the sound of your laugh. Loves seeing you get all flustered. “Alright alright, so to be fair I don’t ‘got’ you - but I did bring you to the prom. Now you’ll never forget me.” He grins.

You want to tell him that he can have you - take you, you’ll be his, but you're not brave enough to make the offer, and so you tease him about the latter part of his statement, “Forget you?” You ask incredulously. “We’ve fought interdimensional monster’s together, Munson. I’m not likely to forget that any time soon.”

“Ah you say that now. But in fifty years? I would have just been that guy with the tattoos who complained the whole time…Now as your senior prom date...I mean, hell, even Wayne remembers his prom date, and the old man likely couldn’t tell you what I made for dinner last night.” He grimaces more than he laughs.

You frown slightly, although you try hard to keep your words light. “You make it sound like you’re going somewhere.”

Eddie rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart...That’s kind of that point. Girls like you go off, change the world…And guys like me get left behind, wondering what might have been.”

“Eddie.” You frown, not sure where to begin with that. “What are you saying?”

“Just that…I hope you’ll remember me.” He tells you sadly.

“Eddie,” You blurt, a touch too loudly. The other occupant of the hall narrows her eyes, looking like she’s debating intervening. You bite your lip and lower your voice. “Why is it what could have been? Why does…nothing come of it?”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” Eddie murmurs quietly. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Oh no, you absolutely should have…because if you’re telling me that you like me…” You shake your head in disbelief. “Eddie, I will never let you go.”

“Y/N…” he protests softly, and he sounds much older than twenty years old. You shake your head, taking his hands in yours, squeezing reassuringly.

“Eddie, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Dr. Brenner asked me to work with him after graduation. Stay in Hawkins where we can try to undo some of the nasty ugly that Vecna unleashed…That being said, wherever I am, stay or go, you do not get to decide that you’re not good enough for me. Not after everything.”

And then, with the backing that Eddie likes you - likes you and for all his doubts wants to be remembered by you, you take a leap.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his firmly, lingering there even when he’s kissed you back, pulled away so now he’s stammering, lips still brushing yours.

“So I-you’re-” Eddie stutters. You nudge his cute nose with your own, expression soft, nerves worked out by the man’s sincerity.

“I like you, Eddie.” You tell him, eyes hopeful. “Is it enough?”

“More than enough.” He breathed. He leaned back in for another kiss, and then another. Only stopping when the nosey chaperone behind the two of you cleared her throat loudly.

He rests his forehead against yours. There’s several comfortable beats of silence as he takes in what’s happened. Then he offers, nervously and quietly, “…you wanna go dance some more?”

You nod eagerly.

The night wears on with more dancing, laughter, and stolen kisses.

When hours have passed and the band is wrapping up, you still don’t want to let Eddie go, holding him tight even as the overhead lights come on in the gym, clean up starting in the echoing silence.

Eddie hums softly, face downtrodden. “I guess…I guess I better get you home.”

“Sure or…” You clear your throat, looking at Eddie from beneath your lashes. “I mean, it’s kind of been implied that I’m spending the night at Robin’s…so uh, no one’s waiting up for me or anything…”

“Oh?” Eddie perks up. “Well uh, Steve is very much back there waiting up for his lady, so…maybe we can get rid of her and spend some more time together?”

You agree readily, letting out a small laugh. “I’d love that…Now let’s hurry, I absolutely cannot be in these shoes any longer.”

Eddie quickly straightens up, holding out an arm. “Say no more.”

He leads you out of the gym, giving a small jerk where you two maintain contact before you can step into the darkened near-empty parking lot.

“What is it?” You ask him, only for him to slip his arm out of your hold, both hands landing on your shoulders before he sinks down to one knee in front of you.

“Give me,” He insists, slapping his upper thigh.

Confused, you raise a foot slowly, only to squeak as he makes quick work of robbing you of the shoe you present him, then the other, the strappy heels held tightly in his hand as he scrambles to his feet.

“Eddie!” You gasp, bare feet on the pavement.

He looks absolutely diabolical as he coos at you, “Don’t worry baby, I don’t expect you to walk.”

Expected instead to sweep you off your feet, making you let out a loud startled sound as he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder.

“Eddie!” You squeal in protest, face hot as you protest that you're way too heavy for this, only for Eddie to laugh at you and ignore what you think are perfectly valid concerns.

Eddie’s having none of it, strong and steady as he deposits you in Steve’s car, your offending shoes pressed into your hands.

He jogs giddily around the front of the BMW, sliding into the front seat and firing her up.

“You’re a menace.” You whine, attempting to fix what the night of dancing and being carried around has done to your hair.

Eddie laughs at you, reaching out a hand tentatively. You take it firmly, bringing it up to your lips to press a kiss to it. Eddie’s whole demeanor softens, and you do it again. And again.

Eddie only stops you once you get to Steve’s a few minutes later, where he quickly rushes inside, not wanting your mutual friends to come out and intrude on your evening.

A few minutes later and you’re in the front seat of his van, the engine rumbling beneath you as he mentions that he could go for a smoke, and you readily agree.

Rather than take you back to his and Wayne’s place though - newly assigned by the government after Vecna’s assault - to your surprise he drives the two of you out to Lover’s Lake.

“I still like to come out here sometimes. It’s mostly peaceful now that the whole town is…well, a ghost town.” He explains, nervous as he pulls out some pre-rolled blunts in a little baggie and a box of camels from his dashboard, holding them both up to you as options.

You choose the blunts, and he situates the rejects before glancing behind him nervously. “We uh, we can get in the back and open the doors up if you want? There’s more room.”

Trying and failing to hide your smile, you nod and climb back, Eddie quickly following and popping open the doors, the night air wafting in over the slightly rippling water as he lights up.

“Oh wow.” You tilt your head back and take in the stars and moon hanging overhead. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says absentmindedly, taking a long drag. Breathing out a plume of smoke, eyes only for you. “Beautiful.”

You meet his gaze, and he blushes, coughing slightly. Your hand finds his unoccupied one, and you squeeze.

The two of you are out there for a while, sharing the blunt back and forth until relaxation coats your bones, a lazy smile taking over your lips.

“I’m really glad you asked me to prom.” You grin, repeating your words from earlier.

Eddie merely chuckles, remembering. “I’m really glad you said yes…and that I’m going to see more of you,” he says it like a question, and you’re already nodding, taking your hit.

“I told you, there’s no getting rid of me now.” You laugh. Eddie tilts his head to the side at the sound, long curls falling over his shoulder.

He’s gorgeous like this - in the low light of the moon, with his tie, or rather, his corporate noose of oppression, long since discarded. (He’d kicked it playfully, the big dork.)

All that and a hint of skin showing beyond the top few undone buttons of his shirt…he was lovelier than anything in this whole town.

“You promise?” Eddie asks playfully, two fingers raising the blunt and inhaling a touch sharply - he blinks his eyes at you coyly, but you know there’s real insecurity behind the question.

You brush his hand to the side and kiss him in answer. Slow and sweet, but when Eddie scrambles to abandon the blunt altogether, eager to get both his hands on you, all bets are off.

Bunching up your suddenly constricting prom dress in your hands, you struggle to get closer to Eddie, straddling him as you slip your tongue in his mouth.

Minutes go by like this, the atmosphere growing hot and heavy, until your soft sucking on his earlobe makes him jerk harshly up into you.

“Fuck,” he gasps, trying to pull away, eyes darting down to where your dress is bunched up around your thighs. “Sorry!”

You frown, trying to keep your seat. “Don’t be sorry! …I uh, I was hoping…maybe we could…if you wanted to…”

He groans before shaking out his hair, trying to clear his mind. “Course’ I do, just…we’re in the van.” He emphasized. “S’not how I wanted to do things…”

You plant another kiss on his lips. Tug on his bottom lip with your teeth. “…Please?”

He folds way too fast.

“Fuck, okay. Can’t say no to those eyes.” He shakes his head slightly. Wants to ingrain the smile that takes over your face in his mind forever.

Especially when you reach out for him again, kissing him passionately. “…Gonna take such good care of you.” He practically growls, and you let out a shudder.

“Promise?” You bat your eyes at him, repeating the words that had started this whole thing.

“Shit, I’d do anything for you. You know that don’t you?” He asks, cradling your face in his hands with the utmost care. A nod from you and he smiles, eyes darting over to the van’s front.

“Gimme a sec,” he instructs, leaving you momentarily to fish around under his seat, producing a blanket that he tosses down, spreading it out.

“There we are.” He offers a sheepish grin as you ease yourself into the padding he’s laid out for you, guiding Eddie to situate himself atop you as you lock lips once again.

While you kiss, his growing harness pressing eagerly against you, you work his suit jacket off his shoulders, undoing a few more buttons so he can shuck his shirt off after it.

You're eager to feel any skin you can, sighing contentedly at having him beneath your fingers.

Eddie starts to tense up a bit though, the more that’s revealed, apologies already on his lips.

“Hey, none of that.” You shake your head. “I want you to an embarrassing degree. A few battle scars aren’t going to scare me off.”

“It’s more than a few.” He cleared his throat, offering a tiny smile. “But…okay…”

When you take in the sight of him - bare, scarred, fucking perfect, it’s not at all an exaggeration. And yet you’ve never seen something so beautiful.

The pattern interrupting his porcelain skin exists of of blush pinks and vibrant reds. Reaching across him in some places, splitting in others, every bit of it is a testament to his resilience and heroism.

You hope fate will grant you enough time to memorize them all someday as you tell him, “Very metal.”

“Yeah?” He quirks up a brow, looking a bit more relaxed.

“Hell yeah.” You reply teasingly, and Eddie chuckles before his kiss practically consumes you.

Lips against yours, firm and eager, his hands roam your back that’s currently covered by silky fabric.

He glances down at where it covers you. “It really is a pretty dress…” he tells you, toying with the zipper. “Mind if I take it off?”

“Please.” You gasp.

“Oh.” He lets out a breath through his nose. “Good girl.”

Your head falls back slightly, eyes widening a fraction as he slips the zipper down and moves the fabric down over your arms, past your waist, your legs and ankles, discarding it off to the side.

Laid out before him in nothing but your strapless bra and lacey panties, he groans a little.

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps. “Fuck...you look so damn sexy. I can’t wait to do this again somewhere I can see you properly…”

You giggle beneath him, and he swallows the sound with his kiss. Pulling back slightly and murmuring, asking if he can see more of you.

When you give him permission his lips graze your shoulder, planting little kisses there while his hands work behind you with the clasps of your bra.

When it comes loose, he pulls back and drinks you in, diving in readily.

You gasp when he first takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly, eagerly.

Noises of ecstacy edge him on as he sucks, nibbles, teases, his hands and tongue and teeth lavishing your breasts with attention until you're shaking, hands buried in his hair.

“Feels so good, Eddie,” you whine.

Eddie grins widely down at you, hand tracing a path up your leg, “…want to taste you.” He breathes.

A nod and he’s between your legs, kneeling on marks left by gnashing teeth, grinning devilishly before he’s dragging his tongue up the center of you that’s still clothed for the moment.

You cry out in surprise and pleasure, back arching off the blanket and he grins, wanting your underwear out of the way now that he’s had some fun with you.

He tugs them down your legs, murmuring all the while how gorgeous you are, his eyes drinking you in once you're finally, completely, naked beneath him.

Then his words of praise get muffled by your inner thighs as he’s kissing and nipping at them, your legs thrown over his shoulders.

Looking up at you through his hair, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up, holding your hips down from jolting against him.

His tongue dives in again and again, stroking you to the edge and lapping up everything you give him, as you tangle your hands in his hair and pull.

He moans against you, tilting your hips up further, locking his grip and moving his tongue even quicker.

Eddie can’t help but admire the scene in front of him as he eats you out, tits bouncing as you thrust against his mouth and the fingers he supplies, begging him for more.

You look so good like this, all fucked-out, downright sobbing as Eddie devoured you. When you finally shatter under the sheer force of your orgasm, he nurses it for all its worth.

Eddie pulls back and swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as you catch your breath, admiring you as you come down.

“And so pretty when you cum…” he praises you.

In the aftermath you reach for him blindly, and he crawls atop you on all fours, your mouths crashing together messily.

“Eddie,” you’re begging him. “Eddie, please…” pushing his pants and boxers down and off his hips with your feet, eager and uncoordinated, but he gets the message.

Your eyes take in every inch of him, greedily running over every bit of skin as he kicks the offending fabric away before thinking better of it and turning his pants inside out to try and find his wallet and the condom within it.

There’s relief in his eyes when it turns up, shaking hands slowing him down until he finally just tears into the package with his teeth, unable to take it anymore.

The sight practically causes your lower stomach to spasm.

Then he’s pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down his length, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Fuck,” He sighs lightly, spreading your legs and lining himself up with you as you smile so hard your nose scrunches up. And holy hell if you aren’t the most perfect thing he’s ever seen.

Especially when he slips inside you finally, your walls tightening against the intrusion and gripping him so seamlessly.

Eddie groans, releasing his hold on himself so he can press your legs down a little further as he inches in.

He cries out an array of explicatives as he watches himself disappear inside you, hearing you moan at the feeling of finally being full.

His hips cant forward, slowly easing in and out until you cry out his name and praises.

Eddie slams into you, driving in over and over, eyes closed tight against the pleasure of it all.

You’re making it so much better as you cry out beneath him, hands roving his body.

“Want you to fall apart on my cock, sweetheart.” He gasps, thumb working rhythmically against your clit, loving the little screams you let out when he plays with it.

With the way he has you on edge, swiping against that little button while he pounds into you hard and deep, just how you’re begging for it, it doesn’t take long at all.

You’re helpless as your walls bear down on him, his movements faltering under the intensity of your second orgasm as it washes over you.

Then he picks his pace right back up, fucking into you where you’re still fluttering around him.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He accentuates each word with a harsh thrust. “Fucking knew you would be.” There’s sweat beading up on his forehead, his eyes still fixated on the spot where your bodies met. He sounds absolutely wrecked. Desperate.

“Had a damn near out of body experience when you were swinging that oar around. Fell so damn hard and just…fuck…Fucking knew, knew right then that if I was ever lucky enough to get you underneath me it was gonna be fucking transcendent.”

He drives into you a little harder at that point, and you moan loudly, nails digging into his back.

Eddie hisses slightly, smiling, not a trace of cockiness in his tone as he begs you for reassurance. “Was I wrong, baby?” He asks.

You give a desperate shake of your head. Choking out. “Right. So right, so good. Fuck! Eddie!”

He groans. “Shit, I’m not gonna last. You’re taking me so well.”

Eddie pounds against you harder, thrusts sloppy right up until he cums, spilling into the condom with his head thrown back, pure ecstasy on his face.

With his finish he collapses on top of you, exhausted, sweaty, and so, so satisfied.

You reach up from beneath him, running hands through his long hair, not complaining about his weight at all. Even whining when he quickly realizes and moves to roll off of you.

Eddie chuckles, removing the used condom and discarding it in an empty plastic bag under his passenger seat.

Once that’s back where he found it he settles into the pulling you into his arms, both to appease you, and because he needed it.

He kisses the top of your head as he does so, a laugh shaking his body slightly as he pulls you tighter into him. “Holy fuck.”

You giggle, agreeing wholeheartedly. He leans his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe I got you.” Tasting the way it makes you smile as you murmur the same words back to him.

After more kisses than you can keep track of, Eddie breaks apart from you to ask, “Hey, are you hungry?”

And when you admit you are, the two of you redress, and he takes you to a 24 hour diner a little outside of Hawkins where the two of you gorge yourselves on breakfast food.

You look a bit more like the girl he first fell for, make up long since discarded like it was in the days following him hiding in the boathouse. A light sheen of sweat lingers from what the two of you did in the back of his van, your prom dress is rumpled, and still the smile you offer him - it makes him feel like everything is gonna be alright.

He can’t take his eyes off you. He tells you as much, and with his adoration comes promises made between the two of you over hash browns and maple syrup.

Promises of sticking around, of being enough, and of never forgetting - not because things were unforgettable by proximity - but because how could you, when this was the first of so much to be shared, to be experienced…together.

#eddie munson #eddie smut #eddie munson prom #eddie munson prom fic #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie st #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #Eddie munson fic

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chans-room · 10 months

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Craving Connection — 2

Warnings: reader has nickname Sugar Plum, an obnoxious amount of flirting and sexual tension, Chan and Sugar Plum are whipped for each other like. Bad. Mutual pining, explicit protected sex with: hair pulling, biting/marking, scratching, so much dirty talk, finger sucking, waxing poetic about Chan’s body, mutual choking 🥴, semi-abrupt ending, some self sabotage and self depreciation at the v end it’s necessary for plot ok

Length: 6.1k

A/n: I’m sorry this has taken 8000 years. The next few parts are all (mostly) texts and they’re already done so I’ll be posting those weekly (maybe? If y’all want that?) and I’m already working on the next big written part. The biggest thank you to @eureka-its-zico and @keytomars for encouraging me not to delete this all of the times I threatened to 🫠 let me know if you want to be tagged!

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October 1, 2019 – 6:49pm

The first drop of rain splattering on her bare shoulder stopped her in her tracks, making her look up at the sky in contempt.

“Come on, we’re so close, we might be able to beat it,” Chan said encouragingly, tugging on their intertwined hands with a smile. They’d decided to go out despite the brewing storm, choosing to walk to a nearby bar that would turn into a club as the night went on; the distraction of loud music and a room full of strangers was necessary to keep her mind from both dwelling on Christian and lingering on Chan.

But Chan had quickly wiped all thoughts of anything but him from her mind – all she could think of was the warmth of Chan’s hand in hers and the way his shirt stretched around his chest. With every step, she regretted her decision to suggest going out more and more. All she really wanted was to do was get to know him.

“You know, we don’t have to go,” she said weakly, her words betraying her attempt to conceal the desire to be alone with him — a desire that had been building all day.

Chan smirked, shaking his head in disbelief, “You were the one who wanted to go out because, and I quote, ‘How boring would it be to spend my last few nights in Sydney sitting in a hotel room.’”

She rolled her eyes at his teasing, “I know, I know, and I still stand by that. I just don’t wanna get rained on and it’s definitely starting to rain.”

“Oh come on, Sugar Plum, it’s not even raining,” he teased, but it seemed as though his simple utterance had cursed them. Almost as soon as the last word left his mouth, it began to pour.

The shock of the cool October rain instantly drenching her pushed her forward, dragging Chan behind her to a stop under an awning.

She could feel the fabric of her dress clinging to her and her hair plastered to her shoulders, sending rivulets of water down her back and in between the valley of her breasts. Chan wasn’t faring much better — his curls were flat against his forehead, the sudden onslaught of rain had made them both look more like they’d been thrown overboard in the Sydney harbor instead of ready to go to a bar.

“Alright I’m calling it. We’re soaked, Channie,” she laughed, wringing out the hem of her dress for emphasis, “Let’s go back to the hotel, yeah?”

His frown deepened, eyebrows furrowing as he stared at the pavement. “But we said we wanted to go.”

“I know we did, but I don’t think either of us are gonna have fun if we’re cold and wet in a bar,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “If we go back, we can get some room service and watch some movies, doesn’t that sound so much better than being soggy and sad out in public?”

Chan chuckled dryly before nodding, “I guess you’re right.”

“There’s only one problem though,” she said solemnly, squeezing his hand. He raised an eyebrow at her in confusion. “We’ve gotta run back to the hotel now, and if you can’t catch me you’re buying dinner.”

She took off running in the opposite direction, laughing hysterically as she heard Chan sputter behind her. She’d never been more grateful she’d chosen to wear the chunky platform boots over the heels she had sitting by the door as she ran, puddles beginning to form on the concrete.

She hadn’t felt so free in so long — the entirety of her relationship with Christian felt so stifling and serious. He was always harping on her behavior, telling her she was acting childish or telling her to be an adult; she felt like she always had to be on her best behavior. But spending time with Chan made her feel light, unburdened in a way she couldn’t remember feeling in longer than she cared to admit.

She was so caught up in the feeling of it that she didn’t realize she had slipped on a particularly wet patch of pavement. The yelp tore out of her throat unconsciously, but before she could truly lose her balance, his arm was tightening around her waist and heaving her into his embrace.

“Jesus, sweetheart, be careful,” he sighed in her ear, skidding to a stop under the awning. The sharp chill of the spring rain ran through her; it definitely had nothing to do with his lips pressed against the skin behind her ear.

“Sorry, I didn’t even realize,” she said breathlessly as he set her back down on the dry ground.

“No worries,” he shrugged, “I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt. I mean, you do owe me dinner now,” he grinned smugly. She gasped, reaching forward to smack his arm when he grabbed her hand, using her momentum to toss her over his shoulder, giggling as he straightened up. “Now I can get us back to the room without you trying to dart away again.”

The fluttering feeling in her chest came back even stronger then; she was partially grateful he couldn't see her face. Not only were his actions something she had only imagined to happen in rom-coms, but the way he threw her around so effortlessly made her ears burn. Images of him throwing her around, his hands on her throat and skimming across her body filled her head.

She hadn’t realized they had made it back to the hotel until the ding! of the elevator door pulled her from her fantasies. “There’s nowhere for me to run away to now, Channie,” she laughed, kicking her legs.

“Alright alright, quit squirming, I don’t wanna drop you,” he said, tightening his grip on her thigh. She bit her lip to keep the needy whine in her chest, her body locking up tensely – the feeling of his fingers spread across her bare thigh and the way he squeezed her tender flesh reignited the flames of desire that tickled in her chest. “Good girl,” he murmured, making her eyes roll back. She figured there was no way he didn’t know what he was doing to her – not now at least, with his hand trapped between her thighs, further up than was decent while praising her. And for the second time that day, she could see a future for them in her mind.

Chan lowered her to the ground gently, crowding her into the wall of the elevator with one hand on her waist, and the other on the wall behind her head. She shivered, staring into his eyes, his pupils blown wide. “Channie, what are you–”

“Sugar Plum, I just–” he rasped, brushing his thumb across her cheek, but his sentence was cut off by a startled gasp from behind them.

“What are you two little devils doing in here?” a high pitched, shrill voice rang out, “And why are you so wet?”

They looked at each other for a second before breaking into laughter, Chan taking his hand in hers as he pulled her out of the elevator, past the old woman as she huffed indignantly.

The maze of hallways and the endless void of doors sped past them as Chan steered them toward their respective rooms, only stopping once the door was clicking shut heavily behind her. She hadn’t realized how cold she was until they’d stepped into the frigid confines of the luxurious room, or that she was shivering until Chan’s warm hand made contact with her shoulder, almost making her flinch.

“We should both shower, get warmed up, yeah?” He suggested with a small smile.

“Y-yeah, that s-sounds good,” she chattered through her teeth, “M-meet back in my r-room?”

Chan nodded, steering her by the shoulders through the door that joined their rooms. “Just knock and let me know when you’re done, then we’ll order room service and watch a movie.”

——

“Hey Channie, I need a favor,” her voice, muffled by the thick wooden door, pulled him from the mindless doom scrolling as he sat on the plush hotel bed. He pushed himself off the bed, shuffling the few steps toward where their rooms connected. Wordlessly, he pushed on the door, but it slammed back in his face, accompanied by a yelp.

“Sugar Plum, it's just me,” he laughed.

“I know, just don’t open the door! I-I need uh I need to borrow a shirt… if that’s okay,” she murmured. “Mine fell into a puddle and everything else is already being shipped to my new apartment and–”

“No worries, just give me a sec to grab one for you,” he chuckled, cutting her off. He already found himself endeared by her. He grabbed a shirt out of his bag randomly, sniffing it once to make sure it wasn’t dirty. “Sugar Plum, I have a shirt for you, but you’re gonna have to let me open the door to get it.”

He heard her huff, “Fine, but just–be fast, okay? It’s freezing in here and I’m basically naked.”

His mouth went dry and he could feel himself getting lightheaded — and hard — from the mere thought of her body on display for him. He wanted to know if she would be shy with her pleasure like she seemed to be in front of him, or if she would be loud and unashamed like he had seen glimpses of in her throughout the day. The fact that only 3 inches of wood were separating them weighed heavily in his mind – he could just go in there and find out for himself. But he couldn’t; he wouldn’t.

He forced himself to breathe, pushing the thought of her away as he cracked open the door and shoved the shirt through the opening. The tips of her fingernails brushed against the skin on the underside of his wrist as she took it from him. The small, breathy thank you, Channie made his heart race. He forced himself to take another rasping breath, adjusting himself in his shorts, before he pulled the door open the rest of the way.

Chan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Rationally, he knew exactly what would happen when he handed her his shirt. That alone had been a test of his mental strength; but the sight of her in just a pair of tight black shorts, the expanse of her exposed back on display to him for a fraction of a second before the black material covered it was burned into his brain. It took every ounce of his self control not to pull his shirt right back off her body.

But she turned, looking at him over her shoulder with a smile, “Alright, come on, I promised you dinner. I’m starving,” she said, walking away from him.

For the moment, the illusion of domesticity filled him, being spun around his heart like cotton candy. Seeing her walk around the hotel room in his shirt, was a new level of temptation he hadn’t considered. Not only did it stoke an ugly, possessive flame in his chest, but the outline of her curves in his oversized shirt was going to send him to an early grave. That and her thighs. The soft, lush flesh was so unreasonably alluring he couldn’t think straight. He wanted to bury his face in between them, sink his teeth into the skin and leave marks that would last for days, feel them under his hands again, worship them for as long as she’d let him.

“Channie, come on,” she said, calling him over to the bed with a wave of her hand. The menu was sitting open in her lap, “I think I want a sandwich, what about you?”

He was frozen, standing in the doorway for a second then nodded absently, shuffling across the carpet toward her and plopping down into her bed next to her. Chan realized to survive being around her — being her friend and nothing more — he would simply have to run on autopilot until he could get his shit together. She didn’t need him awkwardly thirsting after her while she had no one but Felix and their friends. Sugar Plum trusted him, and he refused to let her down, especially after meeting her ex.

“Channie,” she whined, flopping backwards onto the bed, catching his attention, “You’ve been staring through the menu for like a full minute. Am I that boring?”

He laughed, shaking his head, pulling the menu out of her grasp, “No, you're just hogging it and I can’t see!”

She gasped, her head shooting up off the bed to give him a playful glare, “Don’t test your luck, Christopher Bang Chan, or you’ll get no dinner from me, sir.”

He fought every instinct to groan at the way she said it, the word sir tumbling out of her mouth so brattily and prettily, choosing to roll his eyes and direct his attention to the menu in his lap. But the words on the page may as well have been in Russian – he couldn’t process a single thing. But he swallowed his feelings and waved his hand in her direction, “Find something to watch while I look, yeah?” She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Unless you want to stare at me while we eat,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She let her head drop back again, eyes filling with tears as she cackled, “No, no, I’ll find something! Just hurry up, I’m fuckin’ starving, Channie.”

——

She had no idea Chan could be so cute even when he was totally in his own world. Truth be told, she barely even knew what the main character’s name was in the movie she had started – she was too entranced by the way his curly hair hung over his eyebrows, and how he narrowed his eyes at the screen every couple of minutes when something interesting happened. She hated it; how could he be so attractive by just existing?

It was only made worse by the tank top that showed off his incredibly toned arms – and a peak of his sculpted chest – and basketball shorts he had on that were constantly riding up his muscular thighs. By the time they had finished dinner she was practically salivating, and it was only getting worse by the minute.

At the 50th adorable nose scrunch and giggle combination, she finally cracked. “Hey, so, I just wanted to thank you, uh, again, for earlier. With Christian, you know, my ex. That really meant a lot to me, you know.”

He seemed to curl in on himself a little, almost shy as he fidgeted in his seat before replying, “It’s nothing, really. I fuckin’ hate that he did that to you. And I stand by what I said earlier; he’s lucky he ran into us, and not Felix, because that would have been bad.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, nodding at his assessment. “I’m not looking forward to telling him about Christian though. He’s going to want blood.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell him, if you don’t want to.”

She shook her head, “No, I will. I can’t keep a secret from him for my life, not even when we were kids. He just looks at me and it's like he can see through me, you know?”

Chan nodded, “He does the same thing to me, I think that’s just his super power. He’s like a human lie detector,” he laughed.

“You’re so right,” she laughed with him, shuffling down in her seat and turning toward him, the movie abandoned in their periphery now. “One time, in like, primary school, I didn’t want him to know I had gotten in a fight with my friend who I knew he hated and I tried so hard to keep it together, but he took one look at me and he just knew.”

“He’s so good at that!” Chan giggled, “I was upset with Changbin and Jeongin for messing around too much at practice one day, and he took one look at me and knew! Like I didn’t say a word and he looked at me and was like ‘Don’t be too hard on them, we’re all just stressed about midterms, and practice is their time to relax and get away from the pressure.’ I was so stunned I stopped being mad at them all together!” Chan said, turning toward her, his eyes closed from his smile and dimples on full display.

Without thinking, she leaned forward, catching his lips with her own. His lips were just as plush and soft as she had imagined them to be. He smelled faintly like minty toothpaste but still tasted sweet like the ice cream they shared after dinner. His hands gripping her waist made her gasp and pull back, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry Chan, I didn’t mean to–”

Chan scoffed and surged forward, planting his mouth against hers firmly as he pulled her body closer to him, mumbling out, “Not sorry, wanted this all day, want you.”

She let herself sink into his touch, running her hands over the expanse of his broad shoulders and down his muscular back, allowing her hands to explore him the way she’d been dreaming of all day. He was so warm, heat radiating through his shirt into her palms.

Chan detached his mouth from hers, trailing his lips down her throat with small nips to her skin, “Pull my hair again, baby,” he sighed, tightening his arms around her waist.

“Okay, Channie,” she groaned, snaking her hand into his pretty curls. She applied a bit of pressure, pulling on the strands from the root. His shaking breath on her collarbone made her smirk, deciding to pull a bit harder. The breathy half-moan half-whine that tumbled out of his mouth made her mouth water.

“Fuck, so pretty, taste so good,” he groaned into her skin before sinking his teeth into the thin skin of her neck. Her hips involuntarily pitched forward, grinding against his length with a gasp. “Pretty girl,” he cooed, pulling back from her neck, “Do you wanna feel good? Want Channie to make you feel good?”

She nodded, swiveling her hips and chasing after his mouth with her own as he shimmied down the bed, her hands pulling at the neck of his shirt. She needed it to come off him — now.

“Be patient, baby, I’ll give you anything you want, you just gotta ask. Channie will do whatever you want,” he rasped, pulling his shirt off over his head before settling back onto the pillows behind him. The sight of his bare chest laid out below her had her stunned.

“God that’s not fair,” she pouted, staring down at his chest — the toned muscle of his abs was almost mocking, especially her paired with the firm yet plush pecs she wanted to sink her teeth into. She had to get it together; Chan was still a stranger. She didn’t need to broadcast how swiftly he turned her into a feral simp in less than a day; even though she was pretty sure he knew just how into him she was.

“I’m not fair?” Chan scoffed, “you’re sitting on my dick wearing my shirt. If anything isn’t fair, it’s that.” The absolute conviction on his eyes as he stared at her gave her butterflies — there was no questioning if he meant it. But something about it felt like the nicest compliment she’d ever received. “Do you know how much of an impossible choice you’ve given me though? Because I want you to keep it on but I’m also dying to see all of you and this is a fucking problem.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking her head softly, “How about this?” She asked, ghosting her fingers down her sides to grasp the hem of the shirt, pulling it up slowly. His eyes widened, a hand reaching out to splay across her stomach almost chasing the hem as it drifted upward. She stopped just shy of exposing herself, Chan’s fingertips sliding under the fabric just enough to make contact with the skin of her breasts.

“You don’t have to, we can just—“ he began, but choked on air when she pulled the material higher. The crisp air conditioning and the hunger in his eyes gave her goosebumps.

“It’s called building anticipation, Channie. You have to work for it. I have to know you want it before I give you the whole thing,” she smiled innocently, taking the hem between her teeth.

He stared at her for a second, pupils dilating as they darted across her form, going from her face to her tits and back, unable to stay in one place. The way his eyes devoured her made her ears burn, and she could feel the fabric of her thong dampening where she sat, perched on his hardening cock. Then, his eyes locked with hers and a grin spread across his face, “Can I touch you?” He asked, making her nod, “Then stay just like that then, baby.”

His wet, pink lips making contact with her bare skin surprised her, pulling a gasp from her mouth. His fingers ghosted up and down her sides, eventually trailing down her back to rest on her ass, fingertips sneaking just under the hem of her shorts while his big hands kneaded into the dimpled skin.

Her arms tightened around him, holding him in his place as he sucked purple bruises into her chest; bright cascading marks across both of her breasts and sternum. Then, she felt his breath on her nipple, the warmth of it compared to the glacial air pouring into the room from the air conditioner was enough to have a fresh set of goosebumps break out across her skin. But his plush lips closing around the stiff bud made her squeal, accidentally pulling on his hair harder than she intended and forcing him to release her nipple with a wet pop.

She looked down at him, an apology on her lips, but the look on his face stopped her. His eyes were shut, and his mouth hung open in a soundless moan. Only then did she feel the way his hands were grasping her, knuckles white as they knotted themselves in the fabric of her shorts.

The image of him, so utterly wrecked under her hands, because of her, was burned into her brain. She would never forget the way he looked in this moment — it was electrifying. Her mouth dropped open in shock, the hem of his shirt falling onto the tops of her breasts, as she watched his jaw snap shut, the tendons and veins of his neck popping as his eyes flew open. His gaze seemed to pin her down as he heaved out a breath, refusing to break eye contact with her.

The silence made her shiver, the wet spot on her shorts growing as the tension in the room seemed to thicken, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, eyebrows narrowing when he saw the hem of his shirt start to fall, covering her tits. “I told you to stay like that, pretty girl. Channie wants to make you feel good.” With that, he pulled the fabric back up, exposing her.

The white hot burn of his words roared in her ears as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers again, slower this time, sucking her lip in between his teeth before giving her a sharp nip. The zing of pleasure pain ripped up her spine, making her gasp and eyes flutter shut. She felt the cotton of his shirt on her tongue, taking that as her cue to take it between her teeth again.

“Now, am I allowed to fuck you, my sweet Sugar Plum?” His syrupy voice made her head spin, the please she managed to whine out was muffled by his shirt. But his chuckle let her know he understood.

For a second she was weightless before her back hit the mattress with a small oof. She opened her eyes, unable to suppress the giggle at the sight of Chan with a condom wrapper still stuck between his teeth as he rolled it on his cock, standing at the edge of the bed with his clothes strewn behind him.

“Don’t laugh, you’re next,” he grinned, reaching over to her. Chan tugged her shorts and underwear off with a single decisive yank before flinging them behind him.

He hovered over her, eyes roaming her bare form, his free hand tracing patterns into her skin. She could tell he was stuck in his own head — probably filtering through the same scenarios as hers was. She sighed fondly, pushing him off onto his back, making him lay down where he had been before.

He opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him by crawling back onto his lap, perched perfectly over his cock. She had felt its size before, but now, feeling it against her without the barrier of clothing, it made her eyes roll back in pleasure. Chan seemed content to let her take control for the moment, hands free to roam and grasp whatever he desired as she trailed her nails up his neck softly, relishing in the hiss that came out of his mouth.

She smiled, grinding down on him with an experimental roll of her hips, both hands gripping his chest, to both steady herself and to feel the muscle under her hands. The satisfied moan caught in her throat, the friction being nearly too much to handle after all the buildup of tension.

“Fuck. You’re so good,” he nearly purred, one of his gorgeous, massive hands holding onto her hips. “So good for me,” he cooed, pushing the thumb of his free hand past her lips.

She ground down on his erection, spit leaking from the corner of her mouth lewdly as he pushed down on her tongue with the pad of his finger, keeping her head still while the other directed her hips.

“Gonna fuck you now, s’that okay baby?” He slurred, his head tipping back as he bucked his hips into hers unconsciously. She nodded, mewls of approval falling from her open mouth making him laugh. A pleased hum left him as he stared at her, removing his thumb from between her lips with a pop. “Ready?”

She nodded absently, too fixated on the golden expanse of his forearms to properly retain any of the words he was saying. Illuminated only by the long forgotten movie, his hands were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. The veins and tendons coiling under the skin, wide palms that bled into long, thick gorgeous fingers, which just so happened to be holding something else long and thick, something she wanted nearly as much as his hands: his cock. Hard and leaking pearly beads of pre cum that made her drool and her pussy clench in excitement.

“I told you, just ask and Channie will do it,” he smiled, aligning his cock with her entrance, the blunt head pressed against her firmly.

She nodded, her nails digging into his chest as her eyes rolled back, feeling him press into her slowly; the stretch was almost painful but felt so satisfying. She choked on her groan, fingers tightening in his hair. She could have sworn she felt him in the back of her throat he was hitting so deep.

Without thinking, she pulled herself almost all the way off him before dropping back into his lap forcefully, ripping deep, low moans out of the both of them. “Do it again,” he whispered as she began riding him desperately.

“Fucking Christ, you’re unreal,” he praised, his hips meeting her thrusts evenly. Her mouth fell open, unable to stop the whines that poured out of her.

“Channie,” she moaned shamelessly, her eyes fluttering shut as he pounded into her. All at once, she was overwhelmed; the sweat beading on her shoulders and the feeling of the ribbed cotton rustling against her sensitive, purple bitten skin. She struggled to grasp the fabric, fighting to pull it off her body, before pleading to him, “Need it off, please.”

She felt weightless for a second as he flipped them over, her back now on the mattress. She hadn’t even realized he had managed to pull the shirt off her until she felt the soft, silky sheets under her. “Good?” He asked.

Her simple nod was all he needed to resume. The sheer force of his thrusts forced the sounds out of her — desperate, whiny, needy little moans that would have made her embarrassed on any other day — the ability to speak no longer in her grasp. She could feel the knot tightening in her abdomen, turning to bury her face in the pillow to muffle her scream as she came undone but only found Chan’s wrist planted into the mattress next to her.

She shook as the waves of her orgasm wracked through her body, a high pitched squeal wrenching out of her vocal cords. Without thinking, she bit down on his forearm, suppressing the obscene and delirious sound of her orgasm crashing into her.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re so hot,” he groaned, his thrusts shallowing as he worked her through her orgasm.

The soft, genuine affirmations from him were more meaningful than anything she had been told in the entirety of her previous relationship. It made her heart flutter helplessly against her ribcage; she was smitten. Chan had wormed his way into her head and her heart and that simple fact terrified her, but for some reason, she was also put at ease. It might have been the fact that Felix trusted him, or the fact that he was so effortlessly nice to her without seemingly any reason, but she had no doubt Chan would never hurt her like Christian had.

Once the sparks of overstimulation faded, she sighed, opening her eyes to meet Chan’s soft gaze. “You okay, Sugar Plum?” She nodded, smiling up at him dazedly, “Do you wanna stop? Or can I—“

“Keep going, Channie,” she croaked, letting the soft buzzing glow of her first orgasm fade as he began to move. His pace was much slower than before, more deliberate and tender. It gave her the opportunity to study his face, hovering inches above hers. She wanted to memorize it all; the slightly overgrown slit in his eyebrow, the two small holes under his lip — one in the center and the other in the left corner — she assumed from piercings, the glint of silver in his nostril. The affection growing in her chest became overwhelming, tightening around her heart like a corset. She had to close her eyes, hoping it would stop the emotions from clawing up her throat.

“Open your eyes for me, Sugar Plum,” he pleaded into her ear, his teeth grazing her ear. “Look at me, baby.”

She keened, all of the sensations coming back to her at once as she opened her eyes. His fingertips against her scalp, the undeniable fullness, his sharp puffs of air against her cheek, his taught stomach against her thighs.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, hovering over her for a moment, staring into her eyes as he caressed her face softly, his dimples beginning to show. She couldn’t force words out, each one dying on her lips, so she grabbed the hand he had spread out across her ribs and pushed it up to wrap around her neck gingerly. He flexed his fingers experimentally, tightening ever so slightly. Her body reacted immediately, her walls fluttering against his length. In response, her hand slithered up his torso to rest against his thick neck. She could feel his heart racing under her fingertips, stretched out almost painfully wide against him. The shuddering breath she got from him was all the confirmation she needed. He shivered, and groaned, snapping his hips into hers before rasping out, “God you’re fucking everything.”

She felt him chuckle darkly as her second orgasm approached fast, her vision nearly going black with the force of its impending devastation as he resumed his thrusts. Her only tether to reality was Chan’s hand on her throat and hers on his.

“Fuck, kiss me, please,” she croaked, pulling him closer as her orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave.

He groaned, his hips stuttering to a stop as he collapsed onto her, his lips finding hers as if they were drawn together like magnets. “Fucking incredible,” Chan mumbled into her lips before dropping himself onto her like a weighted blanket.

They spent the next few minutes like that; he busied himself with casting a constellation of featherlight kisses up her neck and across her cheeks as she trailed her fingers down his spine, basking in the afterglow. The momentary disconnection from reality has stopped her brain to mouth filter from working, and she blurted out, “I’m glad you thought to wear a condom. Calling the front desk for new sheets would be a pain in the ass.”

Chan stopped mid kiss, raising an eyebrow in her direction as he looked at her through his eyelashes before his shoulders began to shake with laughter. “Why was that even a thought right now?”

“I don’t know! That’s just what I was thinking! I’m sorry you fucked the filter out of my brain!” She whined covering her face with her hands.

“No, don’t be shy, the only reason I’m keeping my mouth busy down here is so I don’t say something stupid,” he cooed. She peaked at him from between her fingers, watching the realization of his words spread across his face as he cringed, then buried himself in her stomach. “Don’t laugh at me, I'm sensitive.”

Chan’s embarrassed mumbles into her skin and the unintentional hilarity of his, and her own, words made giggles bubble out of her. “No, it was cute, and I’m ticklish,” she argued.

His head snapped up, a devious look on his face. But before she could protest, Chan’s phone was blaring an unfamiliar ringtone from somewhere on the floor behind him.

Suddenly, the bubble they had created popped, and the harsh reality seeped into her. Chan was still a relative stranger despite how trustworthy and genuine he seemed to be, she was still dealing with the emotional devastation of her previous relationship’s spontaneous implosion, and they had breached an unspoken rule less than 24 hours after meeting one another: Felix was still Chan’s friend and roommate, and the last thing she ever wanted to do was cause problems between them. And she knew all she ever did was cause problems.

She had to shut off whatever part of herself that was developing feelings for him. He was too kind, too caring, and too wonderful for her to diminish. This one time would have to be enough for her, for them.

“I should see who that is,” Chan whispered, planting one last kiss on her sternum. She watched him slip off the bed, finding his phone with relative ease before bringing it up to his ear. “Hello?”

The absolute panic on his face made her blood run cold — it meant only one thing. Felix was calling.

“Yeah mate, you lost your room key?” His voice bordered on panicked, but she wondered if that was just her own panic seeping into her. “Oh, and they won’t give you one without her approval? Okay…” he nodded, gathering his clothes from the floor, an apologetic look cast in her direction before he froze. “You’re down the hall? Okay, uh, I’ll open the door for you, no worries. Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’s asleep. See you soon.” He threw his phone on the bed, stepping into his shorts hastily.

“Go, and close the door behind you! He won’t ask any questions,” she hissed, pulling the sheet up to cover her body.

Chan frowned at her, perching himself back into the bed on his knees next to her, “I don’t like leaving you like this, it feels wrong.”

She chuckled, feeling the bittersweet stab in her chest. In another life, Chan would have been her ideal partner. “I’m okay. Go, you don’t have time for this.”

He frowned, but nodded, “I know. I don’t like it though,” he whispered, before leaning forward, pressing his lips to hers again hurriedly. “Goodnight, Sugar Plum. I’ll see you in a few days.”

With that, he pushed himself off the bed, and jogged the distance to the connecting door, throwing one last look at her over his shoulder before disappearing. Leaving her to mourn the what-if’s and what-could-have-been's alone. The way she’d always been.

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starflungwaddledee · 6 months

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hii!! i just wanna say your comic and starspeak lore are SO cool omg!! the way you incorporate the essence of the starfolk culture into their language is incredibly creative and very fitting auauagahsahdbsnsnn <3

i'm pretty interested in all the grammar of the language!! i think you mentioned that there's a question particle that kind of works like mandarin chinese, do other final particles exist? little tone indicators in the language seems like it would help mutual understanding between a bunch of mystical star-beings :0

also, if it's been developed yet, how do verbs work in this? granted, i don't know a lot about greek/latin languages or if you're basing the grammar off of them too, but does it lean more towards romance language's crazy conjugations, or a simpler "subject verb noun" structure?

sorry if this is a lot haha i know the language is still a wip, but it's such a cool concept! i think languages are really interesting and the way you incorporate it into kirby is so mmbdbbrnzmxfh✨✨

alright, this one took me a very long time to get to (because i knew it would be long and i've been working on it on and off for a while) and i'm so sorry! thank you so much for your patience veve! and it's been a little while since we've had a starspeak post so let's go!

(i will preface by saying again that the language is still very much a wip which i could change at any time, and that i'm no trained specialist; i'm just doing this for fun and there's a high chance i fully have no clue what i'm talking about 😅)

❓ i'll start with the easiest one of these and go for the question particle!

i think that Celestials are not often doubtful or questioning things, but when they do the particle is an opener rather than a sentence-final (such as ma (嗎/吗) in mandarin chinese). it otherwise works extremely similarly in that it is tagged on to turn a sentence into a question.

so the most common starspeak question particle is tc, almost a mouth sound than a word. the letters are a combination not often used elsewhere in their speech patterns, which i like to think also wraps back around to them being fairly certain of most things they open their mouths to say.

tc is predominantly used when seeking clarification about someone else's experiences, which is probably one of the more frequent times they wouldn't know something in (self-presumed) absolution.

combining it with some other things we've learned; épios (see) and eu (you) we can ask someone what they're seeing presently, where the target of the speaker (eu) is in active possession of the seeing action and vl is an active tense:

"tc vlépios eu?" // "(what's) seen (by) you?" // "what do you see?"

unfortunately in the conlangs current state, moving things around even a little bit throws out the meaning of sentences a lot, which is something i could probably iron out more with significantly more time 😅 "tc eu vlépios?" for example would be closer to "you're seen?" and "tc vlépios-eu?" would probably be like.. "what sight possesses you?", which is... still kind of the same i suppose but it's just an unnecessarily intense way to say it 😂

🥰 okay! question particle done and it was not actually the easiest but anyway; onto the personaliser! "ki".

i'm not 100% sure if this sort of thing exists in other languages or what it might be called to begin researching, but it's ostensibly a way to turn an external item or concept into something internal or individualised

asté (star/s) for instance is a very overused word in their language, understandably. you can use it to refer to gaseous bodies, other Celestials, other non-Celestial beings, or even a specific individual rank within a relationship system. ei asté applies an amount of ownership over the star/s, but still does not make them an individual in their own right. you would most likely use this if you happened to be carting around an actual giant flaming ball of gas

ei astéki however immediately makes the star something more personal, a little soul-deep. maybe it's a warm light inside you, or maybe it's the beating heart of another living being. dropping the 'ei' you could use this as a nickname, though it'd be kind of like calling someone 'person'.

"ei astéki skotei koris eu" // "my stars dimmed lacking you" // functionally just a really big ham "i missed you"

🤏 alright rolling on, last one: a diminutive. this one's easier i think; maybe i ought have started here. oh well!

like it says on the tin, this is to make things small and/or cute! the particle is ró and it is usually tacked on at or towards the end of a word. much like in english i think this is usually done affectionately. though it could be done a little pettily or rudely, being small in size is significantly less of a negatively-judged-concept by Celestials than being low in brightness.

here's some examples, probably the easiest way to go about this one! all of these are actively affectionate, not unlike a pet name?

moiydísró - (small) cheeky one astéróki - small star (personaliser; makes this a clear nickname) ei Vaýtitaró - my little gravity

💬 and then to wrap up, this last part about verbs and conjugations!

answering this one with complete confidence would require that i were a bit better at this and had it more fixed and figured out, but i'll do my best!! i'm not really basing the grammar off any one language in particular (I only use translations to form a rough sound/word and go from there), just kind of what feels like the right sort of vibe.

because i was just doing this for myself and for fun i didn't start out with any rules, just rolled with what i enjoyed! if you were doing conlang more seriously i think it would help to set those rules up at the outset 😅

in its present state, my starspeak seems to me to be a topic prominent language with less individual conjugations and more modifiers; including significant reliance on sentence order and word placement

so instead of having many different words for see (seen, saw, to see) it's more about the placement, word combinations, and other modifiers;

ei épios - me see (a request, often used in place of 'wake up') vlépios ei - seeing by me (active tense added by vl but it's not strictly necessary) eu épios - you see (the speaker sees the target) épios-koris eu - without seeing by you (sight possesses a term for "lack", so the sight itself is lacking. "you don't see clearly", ostensibly.) épios ei prioto - seeing by me before (i saw it earlier)

this is sort of a necessity because right now the overall variety of words is limited; both by the earliness of its development and also because i think that this is a species that might not have needed a lot of words.

maybe they moved the same few hundred words around and minced them up in new ways rather than making lots of new ones. maybe they might have communicated through body language as much as with words (despite how much galacta knight clearly loves the sound of his own voice) or maybe i'll change my mind and they'll be a talkative bunch and we'll have dozens of new words soon 😂

anyway, i hope this is a ~fun and cool answer~ that you will enjoy despite its incredible lateness and sprawling length!! thank you so so much for asking me about the language; as you can tell i dearly love to talk about it despite its nebulousness, and i'm sorry it took me so long to get this out!

#shout out to my gf who has learned this conlang by proxy and promptly gave me the nickname 'wanyaró' (little wanya)#who needs flirting when you can just pay attention to your gfs boring conlang efforts and then fire it back for 1000hp damage #it's true ~rhomance~#starspeak #my headcanons and worldbuilding

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kittykittyanon · 1 month

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if we were irl friends:

Imagine us laying on your bed during a sleepover, it's late and night and we're snuggled together (i love physical affection) and if you're cool with it I would be lile twirling one of your curls with my fingers.

Suddenly I would say the most depressing shit like, "Sometimes I wonder if everyone in the world hates me but then I remember you, and realize that if everybody in the world hates me at least I have you."

Of course you would probably stare at me like 😧 "what the fuck Amor"

And then a few seconds later I would say the most inappropriate shit like the mood swinging teen I wm ,"The things I would let Leo do to me 😏😏" (which would be a joke btw)

woahzaz,, that was fast!! /pos!! and—

—OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH YESSSSSSSS. GAHHH!!! I LOVE THIS SM AMI!!! i was actually gonna add a bit related to this (deep talks, i mean) to the hcs but i didn't know if you were cool with it so i ended up scrapping it,, but now that i have confirmation i am ready to go WILD. (LETS GOOO MUTUAL LOVE OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION RAHHHHH) (other hcs here)

and i love those types of suggestive jokes,, they're so fun — especially when it's with someone who can match it LMAO

song for this: Thérèse by Maya Hawke!! and the other hcs gave me Warsh_Tippy and Zelda by Whatever, Dad vibes but i forgot to put it at the end of them (*ﾉ∀`*),,,, tags: @ziipzeepzop-eez cause you wanted to see it (*/▽＼*) !!

imagine under the cut!!

we'd tuck into eachother, comfortably tangled in a nest of limbs; my head would lay on your chest, mindlessly scrolling though my phone on one hand, the other resting by your side. your hand in my hair, the atmosphere cozy and the lights off, room only lit up by the faint blue light emitting from my phone, it was a comfortable end to the day filled with excitement. your chest would rise and fall with each breath and i'd hear you sigh, the first sound you made in a while. perhaps you were thinking.

"sometimes i wonder if everyone in the world hates me, but then i remember you, and realize if everybody in the world hates me atleast i have you."

the room falls silent again. what? where did that come from? my thumb pauses mid-scroll, hovering in the air above my screen. my hand is still. yours is not.

despite the absolute bombshell of a sentence you dropped on me, my curls are still twisted and twirled between your fingers, undisturbed in their pursuit.

i don't know what to say.

"... there's no way everyone in the world hates you. you're not hate-able, amor." i'd murmur, a dry attempt at making you laugh. i don't think it worked.

"you're loved. and not just by me. anyone who says otherwise is factually incorrect and i will, uhm... commit... some sort of crime to stop 'em." that one pulls a slight amused huff out of you, and relief pools in, atleast i managed to get you to smile, "but... i'm glad you know i love you."

there's a pause, an intermission; your hand would rest in my hair and we'd be unmoving, still, content to sit in each other's company. a comfortable silence.

...

"the things i would let leo do to me..." you'd snrrk, and i'd hold back my giggles, but let a few slip through anyway.

"you when leonardo," i'd turn my phone to face you, showcasing a silly meme that made me think of you, and in moments we'd burst into laughter, filling the quiet of the room with a lighthearted atmosphere once again.

"anyways DONNIE WANTS ME FRFR 😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩🤪🤪🤪🤪💥💥💥—"

taa-daaa!! that's it for this imagine :PPP eueuegdgejdgh it's my first time writing where it's with a hypothetical scenario and i'd have to use "would" so my apologies if there was an overuse of the thingy "'d" !! if you have any criticisms or things you noticed that i have to improve on,, pretty please share!! i wanna improve (ノ*°▽°*) !! ((and about the donnie thing,, that was a joke too LMFKAKAO))

for extra hcs related to this,,

we'd definitely have deep talks at the randomest of times. like we could be eating snacks while watching a show or a movie and the conversation (originally discussing said piece of media) would swerve into our beliefs and ideologies and we'd dig into our childhoods and how it affected us and our behaviors and just as quick as the topic derails it goes right back to being silly again

feels like the kinda friendship you can share anything in. like one of us could share a piece of jaw-dropping, tear inducing, heart breaking trauma or one of the most embarrassing things we had ever done and there would be zero judgement.

where if you're comfortable, then i'm comfortable, and we do whatever we want together without fear of weirding the other out.

"kitty, what's the meaning of life? why are we here? what's our purpose?" "i dunno. but i pet my cat, ate a sandwich, and i hung out with you. i think that's enough meaning for today." "oh." a moment of silence. "... wanna play just dance?—" "is that even a question—"

we wouldn't even be able to finish a song 'cause we'd laugh so hard we'd end up on the floor.

#first time uploading an actual ficcy thingy kinda nervousss 🥶🥶🥶🥶#very nervous actually #who woulda thought posting a blip of writing for the first time would be nerve-wracking #. me probably #eugh i wish i spent more time ironing this out #pinky swear i can do better guys #kittykitty writes #kittykitty asks #very short #the loveliest amor!!

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originalhomestuckscenarios · 1 year

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Could you do a karkat, sollux or dave x childhood friend!reader? maybe with some pining to spice things up? (I've really enjoyed reading your scenarios so far!!!!)

Hope that the "so far" part will continue!

Karkat, Sollux and Dave crushing on their childhood friend

Reader here is gender neutral

Karkat

Falling for a childhood friend, if that wasn't done over million times in the romcoms he watched.

He felt dumb for letting this trope catch him. I mean of course, having a relationship with someone last so long and it being funded on just enjoying each other's company by the start which transformed into mutual trust and respect to the point now that any romantic feelings won't make you feel like you need to be perfect to be accepted since you've seen all kinds of sides over the years you've known each other- sounds pretty nice.

But it's not like he can be with you. He imagines it often thanks to his cursed thinkpan working on it's own like that for no reason. But actually living these "dreams"..? He can't really help but think it's not a good idea.

It's just that it feels weird. You've been through a lot, and it just feels unreal that your relationship could possibly be something "more" only different.

Although there is desire for change... He likes how things are now.

Sollux

With Sollux you either perfectly know what's on his mind, or the complete opposite.

He's a jerk, especially to you. Frankly spending your childhood together only gave him more ways to tease you and bring up the most embarrassing stories when you were younger at the worst times.

But in the end he won't deny his obvious soft spot for you. He's not about pretending he doesn't care about you.

What he will deny is the possibility of him having feelings for you... While also joking about it being the case for you.

He wouldn't go into too much detail but the "you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" is a line you could hear plenty of times during any small argument really.

He wishes it was the case. But he doesn't plan on confessing or "forcing" his feelings onto you.

But man, if you ever notice his huge crush he'd honestly be impressed how long it took for you to notice. You'd have to get a trophy for that... Still it's unlikely to happen.

Dave

He always had the same opinion about you. You were cool, fun and you just get him. Like woah calm down there because he might fall for you.

... which definitely isn't the case now.

His biggest mistake was mentioning it to Rose once, he didn't even get into detail. Just slipped up a minor one and it ended with him getting free typical Rose psychology analysis.

Her advice was good, but he just didn't want to talk about it. He liked you a lot, but he was more than okay with leaving things as they are.

You're buddies since forever. And it's not like he'd see much change if you'd actually date. Other than him being romantic in the most lame way for irony purpose.

Which normally should be his sign to go for it since there isn't a lot he can lose. But with Rose knowing it all, he definitely won't be able to pretend that he isn't madly in love with you.

She'd keep teasing him about it. Glance at him whenever he's talking to you. But he just wasn't ready to say it. Not yet.

~Mod Auvana

#karkat vantas #homestuck karkat #karkat #karkat vantas x reader #karkat hs #hs karkat #sollux homestuck #homestuck sollux #sollux captor #sollux #sollux x reader #solluxander #dave homestuck #homestuck dave #dave strider #dave x reader #dave hs #hs dave

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chaotictarlos · 1 year

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Roses, Chocolates, and Threesomes

ship: Tarlos + Mateo | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: Tarlos & Mateo, TK Strand/Carlos Reyes/Mateo Chavez, TK Strand/Carlos Reyes, Carlos Reyes/Mateo Chavez, TK Strand/Carlos Reyes, Married Tarlos, M x M x M Smut, Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Slight Degrading language, the word slut is used, this is a Tarlos threesome fic

For @tarlosweeklyprompts Valentine's Day Gift Exchange & Prompt "Prompt #2: Valentine's Day - how to the Carlos and TK spend it?"

@thebumblecee prompt: "First valentines as a married couple + trying something new"

Summary: TK plans Valentine's Day for him and Carlos. He decides to make it special and check off something from their kink list.

Author's Note: This is for @thebumblecee I fully decided on joining the exchange because you did and I wanted to write your prompts and for you. You've been such an incredible, inspiring and sweet friend to me since I barged into your ask box and made you talk to me. I enjoy getting to talk to you so much! You're so funny and just have the best ideas! Thank you for your friendship and for introducing me to of Tarlteo and just how well these boys work together. I hope you enjoy this fic! Love ya!

Thank you to @lightningboltreader for being my beta for this!

“Hey Mateo, can I ask you something?” TK asks, bounding up to him excitedly.

Mateo gives him a slightly suspicious look, which TK thinks is fair given how excited he is. He can’t help it, he’s been watching and planning something for weeks and now he’s about to see if it’ll go as he wants it to.

He really hopes it does.

“Sure, but if it’s to bury a body I can’t be doing that,” Mateo says.

TK rolls his eyes, “Nothing like that. I wanted to know if you had plans for Valentine’s Day?”

Mateo shakes his head, “Not at the moment.”

“Cool, you wanna fuck my husband with me?”

Mateo stares at him, eyes wide with shock and his mouth opening and closing a few times like a fish that’s been taken out of water.

“What?”

TK knows it sounds ridiculous and that it’s a shocking thing to ask. He could have been more sauve in bringing it up, but he’s been watching Carlos and Mateo for weeks and he knows that they have mutual crushes on each other - hell even TK has a slight thing for Mateo - and he’s pretty sure they would all have fun together in bed.

“Would you, Mateo, like to come over for Valentine’s Day, and fuck my husband, Carlos, with me?” TK asks again, slowly and more precisely to make sure Mateo gets it all.

“I heard you the first time,” Mateo says, looking flustered. “You-, what-, why?”

TK shrugs, “Carlos let me be in charge of plans for Valentine’s Day and said he wanted to try something new.”

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tagging those I know are okay with tarlteo: @thebumblecee @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes @lightningboltreader @detective-giggles (if didn't tag you, please don't be offended I know this isn't for everyone and wasn't sure who would or would not want to be tagged.)

#chaotic fics #tarlos #tarlos x mateo chavez #tarlos x mateo #tk strand #carlos reyes #mateo chavez #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk strand x carlos reyes x mateo chavez #911 lonestar #911 ls #tarlos fan fiction #mateo chavez fic #twpvficexhange #tarlosweekyprompts discord

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courfeyracs-swordcane · 6 months

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💌 :3

OH, YOU WANNA DO THIS? WE CAN FUCKIN DO THIS!!!!! Do not make three mouth at me we can fuckin do this

I am once again saying that Tumblr Mutual is an incredibly funny way to refer to you, my boyfriend from real life, but let’s GO. (Also note from the future it’s 1am and I did 100% kind of lose coherence halfway through this. However,)

Right off the bat. INCREDIBLY cool I’ve been saying this for years now and if you poke me when I finished typing this I can pull up receipts. Top ten Coolest Guys I’ve Ever Met in the most stereotypical definition of that word possible. Yk. The vibes are off the charts

We’ve covered how you’re gorgeous but I’ll do it again now that I don’t have to hold back: god FUCKING damn. god FUCKING DAMN!!!!! and also your VOICE what the FUCK you sing so goddamn well and I’m really really normal about it?? ALSO AGAIN. INCREDIBLY FUN TO DO MAKEUP ON EVEN FOR NON GAY REASONS. also the SKIPPING and the swinging my hand at knotts you’re literally adorable Jesus Christ

also I love the way you care about people— the way you remember things they say and like and are and bring them back up?? I just think that’s very cool (top ten things I can’t remember if I ever wound up saying but have been thinking since you started sending Cy zine apps)(also you held my hand and pointed out all the scare actors and I love you for that)

ALSO. ONE LINERS GUY. POETRY GUY. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. you’re so goddamn good with words I don’t think I’ll ever be over it!!! (also. Definitely never gonna be over hearing you read them. Agh.)

Also. Relatedly. you’re fucking hilarious. All the time. I laugh so much around you.

Good taste in music. Good taste in media. Good taste in vibes and aesthetics. Good taste in blorbos both store bought and homemade. Incredibly chewy takes on all the above. Incredibly fun to talk to about all of them. 10/10

INCREDIBLE hugs also and very very comfortable to put my head on and also YOU CAN PICK ME UP WHAT THE HELL. WHAT THE HELL. what the hell. That’s my job!!! Also you’re WARM?

Also this is not so much a you problem but you have really cool coworkers 10/10

We are setting aside all of the synesthesia shit you do to my brain until it’s not 1am and I can describe it better but you’re so down there you’re so in the dark and in the blue and in the red swirly and there’s the big light coming down and clouds around the moon and maybe a beast that’s too big to even see. TLDR. The Big Deep Dazzling Dark. that’s you. Honorific.

Top ten guys to hang out with ever also if you haven’t gotten that from the. Everything. Where’s the quote about knowing you can get along with someone if you can sit comfortably in silence for half an hour. that’s you. Also very easy to trust which I don’t know how to elaborate on but like!! Top ten guys who are safe to show things to and enjoy things with!

TOP TEN NICKNAMES GUYS ALSO. NEVER GONNA BE OVER THOSE EITHER.

There’s no way to phrase it without sounding insane but the way you?? move through the world??? is really really cool to me you’re just out there!!! You just come across as knowing yourself really well? Unsure how to explain it

ALSO. PREPARED FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL TIMES. JESUS CHRIST. you have everything anybody could possibly need ready to pull out at a moment’s notice that was incredibly impressive. relatedly. the way you have recommendations for literally everything at all times?? Holy shit??? Also incredibly impressive!!! Goddamn!!

Also you can talk about things really well which is both impressive and also just always really cool to listen to! Good takes and effectively phrased and it’s just genuinely interesting no matter what it is 10/10 could listen to it forever

Also good driver holy fuck oooh baby when that LA traffic,

Also it’s funny when you bitch at all the surrounding cars 10/10

Also once again. HOT. also once again YOU SHOWED ME YOUR HOMETOWN 😭. also once again some of the most fun I’ve had in the last Ever this weekend we’re so out there we’re so fine we’re so back. Also once again WARM and COMFORTABLE and INCREDIBLY FUN AND FUNNY TO WATCH THINGS WITH I love the way you make your gay little comments and I love your gay little earrings and the things you do to my vocabulary and I love watching you dissect things and your reaction images compilation and your emojis aslo and I love the guy I am around you and I love how you talk about things and the way you write and the way you know me better than I ever could have expected and the way you act and behave and Are and the way you scheme for people I don’t think we even got into the absolutely off the charts generosity and I love your taste in everything and I love making blorbos and stories with you and it looks like you can cook really well and I love how you’re so easy to be comfortable with and I love how you’re so myths and stories and fairytales and I love how you can talk so well and I love how you’re so wetboy and so fishes and so water and so moon and I love how you think of me like the sun and I love being red and blue and I love how you can commit to the bit and to the aesthetic and I love you and you smell good also and there’s definitely more but it’s almost 2am now and I’m losing words so I’ll come back to this in the morning bc I’m definitely forgetting things and they’re Important

Tldr. Holy fuck.

#top ten guys that are WILDLY OUT OF MY LEAGUE but I’m NOT COMPLAINING

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shoechoe · 2 months

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ok this is real long and rambly im v sorry !! i jus wanted to talk abt music as well heh,, i loved reading ur music commentary under the tag game !! (hehe. i tag u rlly often cuz. i hav this secret inner mechanism where if a mutual tags me in anything *once* ill tag that mutual in literally everything if i remember/if prompted. tis how i roll) tho fr ur segment abt 20 min prog rock songs was so damn accurate. it rlly reminded me of pink floyd's "dogs", king crimson's "lizard" (not the album itself but moreso the sort of. i guess mashup shit they do. another prime example of this is moonchild (including the dream and the illusion), or the devil's triangle. which is honestly more nervewracking rather than boring i guess. JDEVGAVEAHDHGEAVHGAEVDGEVDG. hell ost i guess. w lizard ive listened to it so many times and while it does hav a multitude of lyrics DAMN those 23 minutes are painstakingly longgg ! i guess im a lil biased cuz u know ive played it too often. tho it does hav some v beautiful parts... ! i think a prime example of what u hav mentioned abt prog rock was w king crimson's one red nightmare. it has a cool part and then its jus. Instrumentals after and it gets kind of boring. at least the drums r p damn good!! or u know to some of comus's songs (which isnt prog rock but its prog folk. same damn thing where the songs are INSANELY long and can sometimes b rlly boring in certain portions), some prime examples being their song the herald (only 12min long. but mannn sometimes w prog rock or prog folk they make 10+ min songs feel like HOURS. but its also v mesmerizing!! or drip drip which. holy hell is an AMAZING song but theres this one part thats insanely fucking boringgg YAWN. its a nice break before the very chilling lyrics nearing the end but. come on now!) but yeah. i jus wanted to ramble bc i rlly need to get to listening to kc's entire discography as well. idk what u've listened to jus yet but some song recs if ur inchrested or havent listened to them already... could also apply 2 some of ur followers if they read this long ass ramble. this ask is a 20+ min prog rock song at this point: formentera lady, islands, the letters, ladies of the road, pictures of a city, moonchild, cirkus runthrough / lady of the dancing water (alt take) (why this one? it jus sounds better imo. lady of the dancing water is very very beautiful), thela hun ginjeet (this one is very fun and catchy), the sheltering sky, frame by frame, matte kudasai (VERY soothing), ummm.. dr diamond (live. i wish there was a more high quality ver somewhere), cadence and cascade, book of saturday, probably some more i forgot abt !!!!!! top 5 songs on their spotify also slap (obvs everyone and their mom already knows those songs id imagine! tho for new listeners those r bangers. esp starless.). if u wanna get REAL scared u should listen to da devil's triangle. (exaggerating but its quite diff from what *ive* heard. like hollyyy hell they set the mood down so so so so so well)

I appreciate the extra depth in the commentary- it is thoughtful. (I also appreciate the tag games.)

I agree that progressive rock is a very alluring and simultaneously often frustrating genre as someone who tends to be a fan of it. I consider it the musical equivalent of a sit-down meal; it requires a lot of patience and is best for when you have the time to just appreciate and drift off to it.

Progressive rock is usually lengthy, often slow, very experimental, and tends to utilize a lot of improvisation; as a result, you end up with a lot of songs with pieces that work extremely well, but you do often have to sit through a lot of parts that you just don't care for. Having music be a test of patience is understandably just not for everybody.

I find that my favorite progressive rock songs transform into feeling more like journeys rather than typical musical experiences. I consider Echoes by Pink Floyd to be my favorite prog rock song (and one of my favorite songs in general) for this reason. I end up enjoying the long middle portion entirely made of odd, unnerving, very non-"musical" sounds, because the entire song feels like you are trekking through something strange and unknown.

The slow transition with the buildup of the main tune's return at the very end of the middle portion feels almost like a phoenix rising from the ashes, or the reward at the end of a long journey- I hope that doesn't sound cheesy, lol. I enjoy sometimes playing Echoes at nighttime while I'm lying in bed, and I believe that is the absolute best time to play it. It ends up being a very moving experience for me and it really highlights the great potentials of progressive rock.

Thank you for the recommendations- I'm planning to listen to everything, anyway, but I'm sure any of my followers looking for music recs will appreciate it. King Crimson gets a lot of praise from music enthusiasts, but it doesn't seem as well-known among the mainstream as other progressive rock like Pink Floyd, for example.

#asks #mutuals (epic)#music #king crimson #pink floyd #shoe talks a lot #long post

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a1li-ens · 1 year

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hihi i dont wanna give myself away in case i never finish it 🥺 but i was writing a fic where kaga manages to survive (lol) but i was wondering whether madarame should also survive like he does in-game or his fate is more or less swapped entirely with kaga's. im asking u bc i have no surodame mutuals and im too shy to put it in the tags ( ；∀；) mostly im curious about what u and ur followers think. sorry to be a bother!!!

hello anon no bother at all!! THIS SOUNDS COOL YOU SHOULD WRITE IT !!! EITHER WAY SOUNDS LIKE THAT COULD GO IN RLY COOL PLACES... If I were to pick it'd be fun with the gang all together though, we didn't see enough of it in game imo!! I know I have madarame fans in here weigh in in the comments for anon!! BUT BEST LUCK WITH UR FIC!!!

(edit I WAS DISTRACTED WRITING THIS AND REALISED I FORGOT TO WRITE THIS but if his fate is swapped make sure they are staying just brotherly I am an incest hater)

#allien asks #slow damage spoilers #good for kaga!!!!

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ideks-on-mars · 2 years

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I made ReonSemiShira beach day hcs so I thought why not make one for the colder months just because I'm a cold weather/winter/fall person ¯＼_(ツ)_/¯

ANYWAYS REONSEMISHIRA COLD TIME HCS LET'S GO!!!

- Let's start off with stating that Semi and Reon aren't the best in the cold weather

- Meanwhile if it felt like a cold October all year round, Shirabu would be perfectly content

- It's funny how the only one not born in a cold season of the three of them likes it the most

- Semi and Reon just think that Shirabu doesn't understand how jealous you get as a kid when all your other friends who were born in May - August got to have cool pool parties for their birthdays, meanwhile you just had to stay inside or you'll freeze 😪

- I get it boys, I'm a November baby ✋️😪 fun fact, I share a birthday with Mickey Mouse lmao

- Anyways

- Despite loving cold weather, that doesn't really mean that Shirabu likes to go OUTSIDE. He just likes having a excuse to stay INside

- Decked out in sweats, dragging a blanket around with you everywhere you go around the house like you're a little kid. It's all Shirabu's absolute favorite.

- One thing Reon despises about colder weather is cold mornings. The rest doesn't bother him as much, but the mornings? He could cry

- Having to get dressed so fast just to avoid all the cold air in your bedroom even though you're half asleep and still tired. It's even worse if you don't have socks on, not that you won't feel the freezing cold floor anyway. If only they had carpet in the dorms instead of hardwood floors.

- Semi likes that they usually serve, or have packets at the lunch tables, of hot chocolate. The good ones that already have the little mini marshmallows in them. Brings him back. He always talks about it and in those moments he sounds even more like an old man than Reon

- They all pretty much enjoy Christmas. They all get each other one gift (they mutually agree to keep it at one) and it's so special to them just to spend a holiday together. Quality time is one of the biggest things in their relationship tbh

- Top tier cuddling temperatures. Can cuddle ad much as they want without getting too hot because how the hell can you when if you let go of each other you're gonna get frostbite

- This is Semi "the furnace" Eita's time to shine

- Besides that Semi thinks Winter can go off somewhere and never come back. He's sick of it. He wants it to snow on Christmas and the day after, that's it.

- Semi refuses to preform any Christmas songs. They will be the death of him, he swears by it.

- He's not Mariah Carey, leave him alone. 💀

- Reon doesn't hate it but he doesn't exactly love it either

- Reon's not built for cold weather 😭

- He likes September, that's like his limit. He won't like the weather again until about April. If it's a warmer year, then mid March 😪

- He doesn't really talk about it, but Semi would like to try snowboarding, at least once. He thinks it'd be cool

- Shirabu can ice skate, and he looks good while he does it. He's so beautiful he brings tears to Reon and Semi's eyes. 🥲

- He likes snow too. The grumpy one likes something as just, sort of childish, as snow. There's a tinge of sweet innocence to it and it just brings a weight off his shoulders. Even if it's just throwing a snowball at Semi's head really quick and watching him whine while Reon brushes the snow out of his hair. It's just fun.

- On the topic of snowballs and Shirabu, someone needs to put him in the MLB because with the way he throws those snowballs he might as well be a D1 pitcher. Semi and Kawanishi are usually the victims when it comes to that. Shirabu doesn't throw anything at his sweet Reon <3 he's Reon, how could anyone ever wanna do anything bad to him? I mean just look at how sweet his face is

- He's been tempted go shove snow down Semi's jacket but he's not that mean. He'll save that for Goshiki or Tendō. Maybe Ushijima if he wakes him up at 6 AM (on a WEEKEND! A WEEKEND!) just to ask him to set again.

- Semi doesn't throw snowballs at his boyfriends, but he'll throw them at anyone ELSE who throws snowballs at his boyfriends. He throws them at Tendō and Yamagata just for the hell of it tho.

- Reon's not big on snow, it's nice to look at, he'll watch from the gym doors 😭 tho STZW HAS gotten him to join once or twice. (It was more like STZW used Semi and Shirabu as a way to get Reon to join them)

- "Pleeeeaaaseeee Reooooooo." "But Ei-" "Reon-San, it won't even be for too long. We just want you to stand out there with us." "I'm right in the gym, why?" "Cuz we love you?" "Yeaaaaaahhh, cuz we loooooovvvveee youuuu." "Dragging your words is not doing anything, Eita."

- Reon's soft for them, don't let him try and fool you.

- They made up for it later by coddling him

- They try and make cookies. None of them are specifically good at baking but ya know, where's the fun in not trying?

- Semi eats half the cookie dough. Shirabu and Reon have had to slap his hand away too many times to count.

- They actually turn out ok!! Some of them are really big and sorta connected but who said they had to be pretty to taste good ¯＼_(ツ)_/¯

- Baking experience went well, 10/10, great job gays 👏✨️

- Now don't get me started on candles.

- THEY ALL LOVE CANDLES

- During December they go for the basic Christmas smells because you have to get into the ✨️spirit✨️. Fresh pine, cinnamon, and sugar cookies.

- Besides that, they just get whatever they find that they like.

- Shirabu loves black teakwood, get him black teakwood.

- Semi likes cinnamon a lot but usually he likes to get more of a smokey type of smell. Either that or cloves

- Reon loves fruity (haha fruity, get it cuz he's gay) smells. Scents that include pineapple are probably his favorite. Like whatever you imagine a candle called "fruit punch" would smell like, he'd probably like it

- They have a hard time agreeing on the candle thing ✋️💀

- Cuddle piles and big fluffy blankets. I can't believe I didn't mention this one sooner.

- The one time of the year they can drag Shirabu to bed without too much trouble because man, he's cold too. He's already a naturally cold person. This isn't good for him. The bed is where he belongs in the winter.

- They basically hibernate 💀

- It's hot as balls outside and I'm missing the cold months so there's my cold times ReonSemiShira hcs 😩 until my creativity turns on again. Or someone yells at me in my inbox for requests, idk 🤭

#haikyuu!!#shiratorizawa #stzw #semi eita #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu kenjirō #oohira reon #ōhira reon #reonsemishira #reonsemi #reonshira #semishira

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whentheresmoonlight · 2 years

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Ok I read your post. Literally sat down with my cup of morning coffee first thing in the morning and read it start to finish. I was busy traveling which is why I'm just getting back to you now though, by ask because my followers probably aren't expecting a reblogged discussion of top/bottom dynamics on my otherwise sfw blog.

So let me know if I'm getting this right:

Like, Bakugo wanting to give something to Izuku he would never give anyone else (the vulnerability, I mean!!! not, y'know, access to his... god, just forget it). And their relationship has shifted so fundamentally since when they were kids, multiple times, and opening up (figuratively!!) in such a way to Izuku is just another way for him to shift from whatever toxic shit they had going on earlier to the mutual love and understanding and willingness to be vulnerable with each other they have now. I don't even know if that makes sense. The point is, I totally hc them as vers now.

Also Izuku taking charge. It really is such a huge part of his character, becoming stronger and a leader and more confident and it's so easy to set that aside and focus on his cute, bubbly side but my man's got both! Honestly it's why I tend to avoid fics in general, and fandom too (tho I'm weak and couldn't stay away from mha/bkdk tumblr). I'm always afraid that the versions of characters in my head will be fanonized. I hope I didn't do that to Izuku and Kacchan, ykwim? :| (If you ever wanna like, idk, 👉👈 check out one of my fics and tell me if you think I got them right, that would be cool but no worries if not.)

Also I get what you mean about the feminized Izuku, no shade to anyone who likes that (I mean, he did wear a maid costume in MHA Smash and he does look cute with puppy dog eyes and bunny ears) but omega/bunny/thicc/size-difference Izuku isn't really my thing because... Well, I prefer canonverse too and I've rewatched dvk2 like four times and for me it really hammers home that their power dynamic has evened out so any dom/sub-type dynamic doesn't feel like it fits.

[also re: soyboy. If you check my blog on mobile, it has the urban dictionary definition of soyboy as the header. Plus the first syllable of my irl name sounds like "soy" so that's why I picked it haha :) ]

I'm so flattered that you bothered to read all that word vom! I hope that you're traveling for something fun, or at least that the travels go well. And yeah, please, keep your blog sfw if that's what it is, lol. I'm such a mess in that respect.

But yes, I'd say you've distilled my opinion! Thank you, haha. Squeezed some good puns in there as well. I'm glad you've been pulled over to vers, tho 😈 I know I said that I wasn't trying to convert you, but let's face it, I'm always lowkey trying to convert people, hahahaha. I wish I weren't but I just want people to like what I like, lol.

The way you broke my heart when you said you avoid fics 💀 Let me send you recs! I think I've got an idea of your taste and I can PROMISE quality! However, avoiding fandom is a good choice, haha. Like, I'm happy about all the friends I'm making, and I have a very visceral need to have many many bkdkbks to scream about our boys with, but at the same time, there are a lot of ways in which I was happier in past fandoms where I wasn't involved in the fandom beyond reading and writing fanfic. I could engage with only the content I enjoyed much easier. So, you know, some of this, some of that.

I'd totally read your stuff! Message me or otherwise lmk what one you want me to try and I'll word vom at you again!

#omg i had no clue that's what soyboy meant 💀#how embarrassing #i feel so old #actualsoyboy #anjum answers #not/sfw

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viscountessevie · 2 years

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(Villainisation anon here)

[Ohh you have such an efficient way of tagging and maintaining different discussions! I am very much involved in another fandom and receive lots of asks about discourse but I somehow always manage to make a mess of tags, lol]

As for the name, I think I’ll go with 📖 anon or whatever tag you want to use. I am assuming you get a lot of anons regarding discourse so I don’t want to club myself with them.

I can totally understand your frustration regarding the lack of knowledge the general audience may have about The Sharmas. It’s frustrating when you know so much about something but cannot let it all out, especially to strangers on the internet. I have been in similar situations, and I am sorry if my ask ever made you feel that way.

I have definitely seen the word racist be thrown around quite carelessly with unclear implications, with the most recent instance being yesterday. I won’t go into the details of what was said, because maybe the person is your mutual and I don’t wish to involve you in any drama. (You may have, perhaps already seen something about it on your dash). But the words were hurtful and they invalidated my experience as a desi person watching the show. I know people can be quite vitriolic on both sides of the discourse, and it’s sad. But that’s the truth of fandom spaces - discourse is inevitable and I don’t have any ideas on what to do about it, lol.

Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day/night (if you live in India, it must be past midnight for you! It’s dinnertime for me, so I must dash. But thank you for such a healthy and respectful discussion).

Here are Bookie 📖 Anon's previous asks!

Hello again 📖 Anon - I think I shall call you Bookie for short ahahha if you're okay with that! While Villianisation/Villain Anon sounds cool af I didn't want to make you sound like a hater lol. So I dub thee Bookie 📖 Anon!

Anyways thank you for the compliment, it means a lot. Also there's no right or wrong way to tag or run a discourse blog so don't worry about yours - do what feels right for you!

Funny thing is, I never use to tag things AT ALL before I start running this blog. Hell I wouldn't even link previous posts but then I started getting more related asks and it seemed logical to give context. The Emojis started recently though and they are so fun! I think only Jett and Ring Anon have come back to my asks a few times lol. I think its cool to know where they all stand on different topics instead of me assuming every anon is a different person because Uhhh that's like over 140 (I think that's how many asks I've answered since March?) people who have been talking to me and that's a daunting thought oop.

That was a fun tangent but let's get into the meat of this post!

Thank you for being so understanding, Bookie! But I'll survive and stick to my friends' fics for wholesome Sharmas ahahah. And oh, if I could I would scream about the Book Sharmas all day but I'm not that unhinged lmao. Instead I will passive aggressively hype them and their book scenes up (I did it here also wanna make some edits with the book scene quotes tacked onto S2's scenes at some point) Also want to reassure you that you did not make me feel that way at all! It was nice to have people who like flawed Sharmas' fics to be civil and open to discussion - it was a good change from the usual drama on my dash ahahah.

That being said ohmygod Bookie, spill the tea and call them out!! Who was that?? I saw another post vagueposting Mimi and I but they weren't being 'racist', just fucking rude.

But the words were hurtful and they invalidated my experience as a desi person watching the show. I know people can be quite vitriolic on both sides of the discourse, and it’s sad. But that’s the truth of fandom spaces - discourse is inevitable and I don’t have any ideas on what to do about it, lol.

Tell me about it, the invalidation in this fandom is INSANE sometimes, I mean I'll admit sometimes I am a little guilty of it but its in the name of invalidating bigots who should be drowned out because we do not need this energy here. I do hope you're feeling better now and the words didn't get to you <3 I know I said spill the tea but if you don't want to give yourself away and get involved in the drama, I totally understand! That being said if you do want to vent about that situation, my DMs and off anon asks (I can respond to you privately!) are always open if you need them.

Take care Bookie, and yes it was ard 1am (I'm in Asia, GMT+8 btw) when I posted your second ask and fell asleep soon after ahhaha. Hope you had a good dinner and can't wait to hear from you in the future!!

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Hey i wanted to ask you what songs you absolutely love from a production point of view as that’s the field you’re interested in and if any have stood out to you this year? i’m intrigued to know

hello anon! first of all thank you for asking me this it made my day... genuinely 🥲 i barely talk abt music and what i do here but since i've been stressed with choosing a school recently i've been venting abt it djfhgjd but i am glad someone is interested on my opinion on this matter ^^ i love talking abt it and sharing my thoughts on music!

idk if you asked this in a general way or more like just kpop music but i might mix both of them since i too have western music that has been gripping me in the production sense this year! i guess i'll have it divided in two categories then

kpop music!

i think i'll start by talking abt the game by pentagon genuinely.... this song has a grip on me.... that i just don't know how to explain it properly but i'll try! i only listened to this song bc the mutuals were raving abt it and i was like well then let's see wtf this is abt and man... they were right! truly the mixture of the opera vocals (jinho my beloved) and the electronic sound was very interesting! it definitely creates a vibe and a certain movie-like scenario in your head and i love when a song transports me somewhere or can connect it to something bc i genuinely think it's so cool! there's this like daunting vibe that i love! my fav part is the bridge with the voices in the background harmonizing and the 'run run run like a devil' part and then eventually it stops and you here 'this is the game' LIKE !!!! absolutely scrumptious

next it might be glitch by kwon eunbi i always revisit this song it's just so good! i love how fun this song is and how genuinely is so enjoyable to listen to! truly is such a different song compared to her debut song that was more jazz-y in a way this was is way more electronic and sometimes those electro and techno type of songs are a miss for me but i think those elements in this song worked out pretty well. one thing i absolutely love is the voice harmonizations in the "middle of the night" part and the "i go up and down left and right" part i just feel like it was a very nice thing that was added to the song that made it more memorable i honestly can't wait to see what eunbi does next

might as well talk about the whole fearless mini album by le sserafim bc i genuinely think the production was the best one i have seen so far this year! truly the whole mini album is very solid for me simply i think bc i love all the genres of music that they put in it. i loved fearless a lot but i think the bsides were really the selling point that made me want to actually stan them! my ultimate faves might be blue flame and the great mermaid but sour grapes is also a very good song! and it's very impressive how this is their debut mini album and it's this good. had to mention the mini album as a whole bc i couldn't not talk about every song in it 😭

ofc i have to talk about a seventeen song lmao but definitely don quixote really is one of my fav songs this year with no doubt even tho shadow is probably my fav bside of theirs this year, i have to recognize that the way the song is structured is so nice and it makes sense in my head it's just satisfying (i wish i could explain this better) i just love the piano especially in this song and the chorus is so damn catchy and the part "say my name (don quixote) is so good i always singing it 😭 BUT MAN MINGYU'S PART like the "my hands up i keep em high" is such a nice moment in the song and just have to sing it with him djhgjd that's how i feel! truly it just rewired something in my brain when the album came out i kept listening to this song on repeat alongside with shadow and it really just... changed me as a person. in general svt's song production is very good truly.. woozi is one of the main reasons why i wanna be in this field he is truly so talented with everything he does he really shaped svt's sound throughout the years and it's truly very inspiring i could talk abt svt discography as a whole i could go on a rant djfhgjd but i'll save that for another day 😪

and lastly for kpop songs i have to talk abt cyberpunk by ateez..... the day this mini album came out and listened to this song something shifted honestly ... this mini album shifted everything as a whole. i gotta say they are very good moments in the whole mini album but definitely for me cyberpunk was the highlight of it. the whole chorus just scratches the right part of my brain the scale used in the melody of the chorus is so nice it's probably my fav part is definitely the chorus but obviously, jongho's vocals compliment the song very well. it's impressive how they never tried to do this genre ever and somehow his voice still fit but the other members definitely had great vocal moments in this song... anyways it's very good

western music!

i have to start with entertain me by ylona garcia! truly this such a great pop song and the way i found out abt it in january of this year and it's august and i still listen to it like it's fresh and new really says a lot about how good this song was produced! i never heard of ylona and i only head abt this song bc there was this new valorant agent coming out and the trailer for the agent had this song in it 😭 so truly being obsessed with this game paid off bc i found out abt her music! it's truly so catchy and fun the chorus is the best part but i love the bridge a whole lot too ! i highly recommend it

i will talk about another ep really quick bc i have to! the whole the lead by flo is so good! i started to follow them on tiktok and then after some time they released cardboard box and it's so so good! one of the best songs i heard this year! their song is very 2000's rnb and it does feel very nostalgic and it's mostly bc they listened to a lot artists from that era or older than that growing up and they participated in the writing of their songs! also mnek was apart of the production of all of their songs so far! he is such a good producer he has produced so many good songs so i am glad that he worked with flo and i hope he keeps doing so! i should mention my fav songs from this ep are definitely immature and feature me! both very good songs i do recommend their music especially if you love rnb and old rnb it will definitely be worth the listen

i will lastly mention whatever u like by umi! this song really makes me feel like i am dreaming or something! it has a very vibey rnb sound to it and i just love the sound of it! i found about umi this year bc of this song and i am pretty sure i found this song bc i was listening my chill mix on spotify since it's mainly the type of music i listen to mainly funny enough since... most of the kpop songs i listen to are very energetic at times 😭 but i tend to always listen to rnb and acoustic music most of the time! i just think the sound of this song really makes me feel at ease it's mostly just guitar and drums but it's very perfect! i love the pre-chorus where she sings "i'm sorry i'm sorry i didn't mean to crash your pity party" the way she articulates that part is so satisfying it's also bc her voice is very dream-like and she know how to use the falsetto well so it makes this part really good in the second pre-chorus it's the same lyrics but i love how there's a background voice repeating mostly the words at the end of every verse i just think it gave a nice touch to that second part of the song! i think truly what makes this song good production-wise is really the arrangement of the vocals in it it's very vocal driven since there are not that many instruments playing as it is but truly it's very good as i said

#this is so longgg #but thank you for this <3 #it really made me think abt all the songs i've been listening this year #i put the ones that stood out the most and i'm satisfied <3 #it's still august so definitely there will b more but i'll most definitely talk abt them #when that happens !#thank you again !!#(don't know if anyone will read all of this pls 💀)#asks #anon

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