#Is there a school for ice sculptures?

[covrettcreative]

On Thin Ice

Seen in Dexter, Michigan.

#Dexter #Michigan #Ice #Sculpture #Bus #School Bus #Transparent #January #2024

[tteokdoroki]

✩࿐ TRACK 04: UNDERSTAND. shoto todoroki (1K)

about. until he met you, shoto todoroki wasn’t really sure what being loved felt like. now that he knows, he’s sure that he wants love with you - for the all his days.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact!, sfw, fluff, happy ending, established relationship, sunday snuggles, proposals, afab!reader, pro hero!todoroki.

things to note. eee i was meant to post shoto’s last saturday but i got rlly busy! i hope you enjoy the double update today, sero later <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩

todoroki never knew what love truly felt like. 

to be held like tomorrow has not been promised is something he hardly remembers from his childhood — sometimes if he closes his eyes and tries hard enough, he can catch whiffs of his mother’s shampoo and the feeling of her cashmere sweater against his chubby cheeks. 

but it’s always fleeting, never fully present. never really telling of what love feels like.

you were the one who taught shoto that love shouldn’t be something that he has to try and grasp for. that it should be unconditional, that it’s an experience that he deserves.

the half and half hero never thought that he would find someone who cares as much for him as you do — even from the very moment you met. you chose to befriend him despite how callous and cold his exterior was at the time. willingly, you spent years chipping away at the cool layer of frost that prickled on the surface of todoroki’s skin like a sculpture working with the perfect block of ice, desperate to see the real him. not the mould his father had carved him out to be. 

you did not seek to change todoroki, to shape him into something new — you simply wanted to see the real him, the warmth in him you knew already existed. it just needed a little coaxing out. you’d told him that on night, your hand sifting through soft peppermint swirl hair. moving as if you couldn’t feel shoto’s heavy heterochromatic gaze on you.  

“i like you the way you are, not the way you think you ought to be.”

shoto’s heart had flipped at your confession — like it had done so many times over the years. but being raised in a place where love was replaced by fear, he’d no idea that he was slowly, albeit, surely falling in love with you. oftentimes, you would remind shoto that you found  his obliviousness to your feelings for him endearing and adorable. your romance was somewhat of a slow burner, melting like a frozen over fireplace during the winter season. where lingering touches were over analysed and where your cheeks burned hot whenever you stared at one another for too long.

reciprocating your feelings had been a learning curve for the half hot, half cold hero but he had learned from his friends that there is a point to trying (if watching kaminari and his endless attempts at bagging his girlfriend from high school to present day wasn’t motivation enough, todoroki isn’t sure what is). after a patrol through the bustling city some years back, early on into his career as a pro — shoto had held your hands close to his chest, warming you up through the sleet and snow and asked. 

“maybe we could try, if you let me?” 

he’d not expected you to understand his simple words or burst into tears, nor to say yes and leap up to his height for a delicate chaste kiss. “it’s about damn time, shoto.” you’d replied, beaming so bright he was sure to see galaxies.

he had no idea that the one person he would want to be with for all his life was so close to him, nestled between the milestones and the memories. but now that todoroki has you — he can’t see himself spending a single second away from you. and you, the same with him.

today is no different to how it’s always been since dating todoroki. you lie in his sheets, your bare limbs intertwined and your fingers locked as if you’re never going to let go. todoroki, though lost in his thoughts, worries that you might be able to hear the rapid thump of his heart hitting the inside of his rib cage. if you do notice, you ignore it in favour of drawing shapes along the ridge form of shoto’s naked body, listening out for the sound of his breathing. 

he’s scared, truth be told. he worries that despite all this time together — being accustomed to one another’s quips and squicks, that you might leave or abandon him. love is freighting, even if it is supposed to be unconditional. “darling,” the man coos gently, brushing a knuckle over the apple of your cheek. 

“hmm?” you sound so dreamy and relaxed, curled up with him like this — you don’t have a care in the world, completely unaware that you make up shoto’s entire world. “yes, my love?”

the wisps of a smile catch on the corners of his mouth, dragging them upwards at the sight of you nuzzling into his warm palm. “i have a question to ask,” todoroki lets out a shaky exhale and shifts to sit against the headboard with you still tucked into his side. he watches as you glance up at him through long lashes, worry dancing amongst the flecks in your eyes.

you nod and take his hand to reassure him that you’re listening. 

he decides then, that you’re worth the risk.

“this may seem spontaneous,” todoroki starts slowly, making sure to keep his voice even as though not to spook you. as if you’re a deer in the woods and he’s a hunter on the prowl. “i can assure you that it’s not. i’ve thought about this more times than you could count, but first. you’re aware that i love you. right?” the press of your lips against his sensitive collarbones is enough for todoroki to assume that your answer is yes — he appreciates you giving him the space to talk too. “not a moment of my time goes by where i’m not longing for you, even when you’re right here next to me.” 

shoto takes a moment to pause, pushing the question he wants to ask around on his tongue — he wonders how to frame it, how you’ll take it but with one look into your gleaming pretty eyes (he should have known you would get teary from his speech), he knows exactly what to say. “you’ve…shown me a lot of things, a love that shouldn’t be granted. a life that i deserved to lead and so,” he grasps at your fingers with his colder hand, giving them a gentle squeeze before thumbing over your ring finger. “i think it’s about time that i asked you to be mine.” 

he wants you, forever and always. for all of his days — if you’ll stay, that is. 

drawing your body up so that you can kneel before him, you squeeze todoroki’s hand back and bring it up towards your lips to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “sho,” you sigh, the words warmly coasting over his cool skin contrastingly. “are you—?” 

“i’m asking you to marry me. that’s if you’ll have me, darling.” the hero feels a little shy at how tenderly you treat him, a rose coloured blush blooming on his milky skin at his cheeks and the tops of his ears. 

“i’ll have you in every single lifetime,” you say urgently, throwing your arms around todoroki’s   broad, shoulders in a tight hug. “i can promise you that.”

like always, you take todoroki’s hand and he lets you lead him down the path — changing his future, soothing his past. because of course, you’re the only one who truly understands.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[ridox]

Seasons

Summary: Welcome to Love & Deepspace Cafe! Today's menu is our favorite specialty drinks throughout the seasons—this is a one time limited offer, get them while they last! Pairing: None, just headcanons for all the L&DS boys! (Yes, including Caleb) Author's Note: Decided to make Love & Deepspace Cafe a little series on my random headcanons/blurbs for the boys! Also there's a Rafayel smut brewing in my drafts but that's a thing for another day ‿❀°

Xavier is Autumn, he’s warm clothes and cozy drinks. He’s the comfort film you put on whilst lounging all day in nothing but matching pajama sets, all tightly tucked under thick fleece blankets. Xavier is the shift of seasons from Summer to Winter, not quite hot but also not quite cold yet. He’s the hot tea you drink when you start to feel the chill in your bones, he’s the book you snuggle in during a slow Autumn afternoon. Xavier is Autumn because he reminds you of home.

Zayne is Winter, cool as ice and buried in a flurry of snow. He’s the first snowfall of the year, taking you by hand as you laugh in childish wonder. He's running outside to play in makeshift sleds, he's making silly little snow sculptures that you know will be gone by the end of the day. Zayne is a cup of hot cocoa that embraces you with warmth, he’s the thick cotton gloves that envelopes your hand as you rub them against one another, creating friction to fight off the cold Winter air. Zayne is Winter because he reminds you of innocence and childhood.

Rafayel is Summer, he’s the oddly comforting scent of coconuts and sunscreens. He’s the road trips you go on with friends, your hands dancing outside your car's window, screaming lyrics of some old song that came on the radio. Rafayel is the popsicle you buy in a hot summer’s day, hurriedly eating it before it melts, but laughing nonetheless when you’re left in a sticky mess. Rafayel is the sound of crashing waves and the view of a setting sun. Rafayel is Summer because he’s nostalgia personified, something that never fails to remind you that growing up isn't as bad as they made it out to be.

Bonus!

Caleb is Spring, he’s the weekend after school break, spent on late night phone calls with your friends, planning for the next time you can hang out. He’s mall dates with your best friends, he’s park walks with your pet, he’s sleeping in all day and going out till night just because you finally can. Caleb is the smell of freshly cut grass and morning dews. He’s the dandelions you make wishes on and the garden weeds you play with. Caleb is Spring because he reminds you of freedom.

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[genjv4rse]

𖥻 THINGS — enhypen ◌ ִ ۫ ּ

syn ; things enha reminds me of !

heeseung !

dangly earrings, pendent chains, skinny ripped jeans, rock guitar, clubbing, late studio night, concerts, rainy empty street, love songs, specs, ice cream, deers, rainforest, going over the speed limit, long drive, polaroids, balcony, tattoos, collage campus, basketball, getting into fist fights, breaking rules, warm breeze, kisses, sharing earphones, untied shoelaces, sleeveless tops, cross jewelries, chase atlantic songs

jay !

red wine, ball dance, guitar, empty kitchen, champagne bubbles, tuxedo suits, runaway, black cat, fashion magazines, gold jewelries, camping, eucalyptus, biking, biker jackets, street racing, late night walks, city lights, porsche, cologne, the weeknd songs, loose tie, fancy restaurant, chanel bags, iced americano, home, long hugs, words of affirmation, eye contact, autumn, posh music, v necks, opera, musical recital, marriage, ancient churches

jake !

pancakes, golden retrievers, empty parks, cardigans, picnic, wolf pups, landscapes, abstract art, lip piercings, makeout sessions, mornings, cream, sheets, swimming, sand castles, tree houses, venus, varsity player, rings, clashing waves, sun shinning through curtains, backyard, champagne, sparkly eyes, netflix and chill, forehead kisses, caramel fudge, winter, jb songs, garden, lilies, lipstick stains

sunghoon !

sculptures, greek mythology, snow, ice skating, pointe shoes, swan lake, ice rinks, rhinestones, vampires, sharp canines, royalty, huskies, novels, cruise, 90s songs, ear muffs, moon phase, poetry, dandelions, maple leaves, vanilla shake, pearls, penguins, blush, lucid dreams, confessions, lullaby, archangels, romance movies, boyfriend coats, monsoon, hair blowing because of the wind, moles, tears, old love, unrequited love, ribbons, weddings

sunoo !

sun, tulip field, solar system, marshmallows, tteobokki, street food, shopping, karaoke, smiles, cute stationeries, stickers, secret diary, cheek kisses, mufflers, red foxes, bratz doll, playdate, selfies, carnations, easter, boba tea, bestfriends to lovers, cherry blossoms, lip gloss, skincare, disney shows, late night face timing, gossiping, watching kdramas, sanrio stuffs, blowing bubbles, photo booths, texts, horizon

jungwon !

kittens, valleys, teenage dream, gold fish, aquariums, subways, cds, headphones, empty bus rides, babybreaths, holding hands, first love, taylor swift songs, messy hair, vacation, countryside, group study, constellations, piggyback ride, dimples, converse, empty classroom, sheep cubs, indoor plants, mini cactus, namsan tower, han river, late fall, vintage hand written letters , young love, romcom, kitties

ni-ki !

graffiti, sunsets, baggy pants, late night dance jam, empty beach, bicycling, sea shore, ear piercings, watermelon, summer, slow dancing, grass field, bungeoppangs, duck chicks, disneyland, ps5, arcade, puma cubs, eskimo kisses, bracelets, youth, climbing fences, skipping school, skateboarding, mangas, school festivals, footsies, cute band aids, oversized attires, j-rock, night sky, laughters, slice of life, teenage, playfulness, photo booths, anime, shoujo manga

© aenfilmz / 02072023

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[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Day 16 of @deepperplexity 's Rickmas prompts

December 16: Keep warm.

Severus Snape x Reader

A couple days late this one, but life and work happened. Back on schedule now and time for some Professor Snape love.

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December at Hogwarts was a delightfully peaceful time. School was out for the holidays, only a handful of students were staying over Christmas and they had been content to entertain themselves around the castle. Severus was using the time to catch up on some personal research projects, as well as restocking the school’s medical supplies. The common cold had been making its rounds of the school towards the end of term, depleting Poppy’s supply of pepper-up potion. He set a cauldron aside over a low flame. It would need to simmer untouched for a day before he moved onto the next step. He stretched his tight shoulders, realising he’s spent most of the day inside his lab, and headed to the kitchenette in his chambers for some tea. As he waited for the water to boil, his eyes were drawn to main room of his chambers.  The living area was decorated with holly and pine garlands, a Christmas tree stood in one corner, decorated with shining ornaments. White Christmas candles dotted the room around the garlands. It gave the room a warm and cozy feel to it. Once, he wouldn’t have bothered with trivialities like Christmas decorations. That was before you’d joined the staff of the school. Before that stubborn, beautiful energy of yours had chipped away at his emotional walls and wrapped around his heart. You’d brought softness and simple joy into his life, pulling him bit by bit out of his shell. He still had his reputation as the fierce bat of the potions class, but with you he had started to enjoy the life he lived in a way he never could before. Which included you decorating your now shared living space with holiday cheer. His eyes were drawn to the tree again. Some of the ornaments were older, reused since your childhood or collected along the years. Some were new, Severus had bought some of them, not having any childhood trinkets of his own to add but learning how to build something new with you.

He was snapped out of his musings by the stove top kettle boiling and he was finishing making his tea when the main door opened, and you hurried inside. Severus looked up and just blinked a few times at the sight of you. You were bundled up in a wool hat, scarf and gloves…and his black winter coat. The overcoat, which was already wide in the shoulders and long on him, absolutely swamped your smaller form, reaching down to the floor and the sleeves falling past your hands. You set a basket by your feet and after you tugged your hat and scarf off you noticed Severus watching you. Smiling, you headed across the room towards him. Severus couldn’t contain his rumbling chuckle and his dark eyes were sparkling with humour. “What are you laughing at?” You asked s you reached him. “Just the sight of you in my coat. Looks like it’s trying to eat you.” He answered, still smirking. He couldn’t help it, you looked adorable. You huffed, “Gotta do something to keep warm out there, it’s bloody freezing now. It was this or there’d be a human shaped ice sculpture on the road to Hogsmeade.” Severus pulled you in towards him, deftly undoing the buttons on the coat and slipping his arms under it and around your waist. “We can’t have you freezing, can we.” He said, “Now, what can be done to keep you warm now you’re home?” You grinned up at him and snuggled in closer to his chest, “I can think of a few ways.” You leaned up, brushing his warm lips with your cool ones. Severus’s life had changed so much since you’d entered it. And he was grateful for every moment.

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Reader is trying not to freeze in this and I'm writing it on a 37-degree day (98 Fahrenheit) Ahh the southern hemisphere.

#alan rickman #rickmas 2023 #rickmas2023 #severus snape #severus snape x reader

[randomheadcanons1234]

Random headcanons

Bdubs has terrible balance

Cub does cooking shows with weird/disturbing ingredients

Doc is obsessed with k dramas

Etho Likes eating stones

False once broke all her bones because of an incident with a frog

When gem has antlers she will just rip them out an use them as a sword

Grian is afraid of flys

Hypno used to watch those mystery egg openings

Impulse and Skizz once started a revolution in their school

Iskall sometimes takes out his mechanical eye to scare people

Scar likes sniffing glue and markers

Jevins favourite song is Barbie girl

Joe hills can sleep absolutely everywhere, even upside down

Keralis hasn’t slept for 325 days he is going for 360 days

Mumbo collects glass

Pearl can walked on her hands for 200 days once

Ren has an outfit for everything but doesn’t wear it

Joel hates olives but loves pickles while Lizzie loves olives and hates pickles

stess, Cleo and zedaph have a gossip meeting every Wednesday

Tango is good at making ice sculptures

Beef, Wels and Xb have knitting Club Xisuma sometimes joins

#hermitcraft #sorry for the typos #headcanon #english is not my first language #grian #mumbo jumbo #skizzleman #xisuma #geminitay #impulsesv #welsknight #all hermits but i’m to lazy tag them

[thezombieprostitute]

Hummingbird - Part 8

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: Reader is AFAB. No physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Rough sex, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 7 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

In the weeks following Steve made sure your move was as easy and simple as possible. During the days he gave you free reign to reorganize and redecorate whatever you wanted, except for his office. During the nights he made sure to hold you tight and cuddle you as you fell asleep. You’d never felt more relaxed than when you were with his strong arms wrapped around you. 

After the dust settled from your move and redecoration, Steve suggested an art gallery visit to celebrate. You put on the dress you wore during your first art gallery date with him, the gift from Monica’s mothers. Part of you wonders if Steve knew, way back then, that you would eventually be living together. You know you certainly had no idea. It was amazing how much had changed for you since you crashed that party. 

Steve finds you getting ready and he smiles at you, eyes full of love and your heart flutters. He’s so good at schooling his expressions and body language that you treasure how genuine he is with you. 

“Are you ready, Hummingbird?”

“Just about. I’m guessing, given the late hour, it’ll be just the two of us at the gallery?”

“Correct. But don’t worry about it looking like a break in. I got the curator to let us in.”

“Thank you for that,” you chuckle. “I know you like the roleplay but I really do prefer the easy way.”

The gallery had a special theme for the month based around flora of all kinds. There were plenty of paintings based on native flora but the main event was a wing that had been filled with sculptures and made to look like a park. They called it the Garden of Wonders. Glass flowers, some made to look like they’d been encased in ice. Bronze trees with copper leaves, already showing signs of turning green. Marble lilac bushes where you could make out the individual petals. There were even small animal depictions mixed in to add to the ambiance. You felt like you were walking in a magical garden. 

Every bit was breathtaking.  

As was your custom, Steve let you take the lead. You would flit between pieces, occasionally staring, divining the most subtle of touches as he smiles at you. Steve never told you but after every visit he made sure word got to the various artists about all of the details you loved, noticed and appreciated. He never told you because he was worried it would temper your reactions or make you feel guilty for not noticing more. But he knew you’d appreciate the artists getting their due praise. 

Your happiness was probably the most important thing in the world for him. You’d never once taken advantage of his power or money. You supported his plans and ideals. You were so much stronger than you thought. He smiles fondly at the memory of how nervous you were when you’d been “caught’ crashing his party. How your eyes widened in surprise when he finally got you to take him up on his offer. How deliciously evil your smirk was when you showed his guests that you were his partner, not his charity case. 

True to your word, you never did tell him who it was that put those ideas in your head. He did figure it out, though, and had to agree that Carter and Lane’s faces of anger and frustration were a lot more fun than not inviting them ever again. He had to give it to you, you know how to do revenge right. You really made his social obligations that much more fun and enjoyable, making it easier for him to do his work, support his communities, keep his people paid and well taken care of. 

There were still moments you doubted, though you tried to hide them. Steve hated that you could still doubt yourself, or doubt his intentions. He hoped tonight would help allay some of those. 

Flitting through the Garden you pause at one of the pathways and blink. A small table had been set out. There was a small bouquet of purple roses with a card. Steve refrains from chuckling as he watches you circle the table, trying to figure out if it’s part of the display. Your eyes light up when you get close enough to see your first and last name on the card. You look to Steve and he nods as he moves behind you. 

Opening the card it reads, “turn around”. You do, confusion giving way to surprise as you see the open box in Steve’s hand. Inside is a gorgeous golden ring, made to look like a hummingbird holding a blue diamond. Your hand flies up to your face in shock as tears start forming in the corners of your eyes. You search his face for any indication he’s not serious or has hesitations. Of course you find none.  

“Y-you, you mean it, Steve?”

“I do, Hummingbird.”

You hold out your left hand and he gently places the ring on your finger. Of course it’s a perfect fit. Just like with the dress you’re wearing now, Steve has always been able to size you up. You smile, eyes full of happy tears, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. 

“Thank you, Steve.”

“No thanks needed, Hummingbird. You saying ‘yes’ is all I need.”

The second you had gotten home he helped you out of your dress and started kissing every inch of you. He’d ended up not being able to wait for the bedroom and bent you over the back of the couch, smacking your butt-cheeks until they were sore and your pussy was dripping wet for him. He’d barely undone his zipper before shoving himself into you, making you cry out in pleasure at the stretch. 

“You always feel so good,” he grunts as he keeps slamming into you. “Always able to take me so well, like the good girl you are.” You can barely hear him over your own lewd moans. He reaches around your hips and starts playing with your pearl, making you cry out appreciatively. 

His other hand goes to your throat and moves so your back is right up against him. “Look so fucking pretty with that ring on your finger. Can’t wait to make it official. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” 

“Yes, please, Sir,” you pant. “Please mark me as yours.”

“So fucking pretty when you beg,” he nips at your skin. “Come for me, Hummingbird.” Your response is immediate and he groans as your walls clench around him. “Always feels so damn good,” he grumbles. His hips stutter as he finds his own release and he starts kissing along your back. “So good for me. So wonderful.”

He pulls out slowly and your whine is replaced by a gasp as he pushes his fingers into your pussy. 

“Not gonna let a single drop spill out,” he states. “Gonna mark you in every way, Hummingbird.”

“Yes, Sir,” you gasp. “Yes, please mark me with your come, Sir! Want everyone to know I belong to you!”

Instead of switching to aftercare mode Steve gets you to the bedroom and gently pushes you onto the bed. You proudly note that you’ve ruined his pants with your slick. Steve lays over you, one of his arms holding his weight, the other continuing to play with your oversensitive pussy. 

“Yes! Yes! YES,” you scream as Steve makes you come on his fingers yet again. 

“I don’t recall giving you permission, Hummingbird,” Steve snarls as he nips the skin on your neck. “You’re gonna have to make that up to me.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you moan, fighting the urge to pull away from Steve’s hand that hasn’t stopped. You’re so sensitive it’s almost painful but Steve’s hands have always made you feel so good. So have his lips, his arms, his everything.

He stands up away from the bed, finally removing his fingers. You’re simultaneously grateful for the reprieve and missing the fullness his fingers gave you. 

“On all fours, facing me,” he orders and you move quickly to obey. He undresses and you let yourself ogle at his figure. You’re not surprised he’s already hard again as you wait for your next order, mouth open. “Always so eager for me,” he chuckles. 

“Yes, Sir. Just for you.”

Steve puts his hands on each side of your face as he shoves his erection into your mouth. You lick, hollow your cheeks, moan, whatever you can to make sure it feels good for him. You love when he uses your mouth so roughly you’re left hoarse for hours. He fucks your mouth with abandon as you focus your energy on keeping yourself from collapsing. You can feel yourself leaking down your thighs and it only makes everything feel more debauched, more erotic, more pleasurable. 

You can tell Steve’s ready to come and prepare yourself but he pulls out of your mouth. You whine and his hands guide your face to look at his. “No whining, Hummingbird. Only one of your holes is getting my come. Now get on your back.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you croak as you move to obey. You’re slower than he’d like but he recognizes that you’re dazed and strokes himself as he watches you. 

As soon as you’re on your back he pushes your knees to your chest and thrusts into your pussy. You moan appreciatively, though he doesn’t give you time to adjust. His eyes are fixated on where your bodies meet and he’s relentless in his movements. One of his hands moves to your overly sensitive clit and starts rubbing. You gasp at the sensation and he groans as you clench down on him. 

It doesn’t take long for you to become a babbling mess of, “please, Sir,” “yes, SIr,” “thank you, SIr,” “need to come, Sir, please!” 

“Go ahead, Hummingbird, come all over my cock. Push me over the edge.”

“Thank you, Sir,” you scream as you fall apart. You’re so lost in your own pleasure you don’t hear Steve’s pants and grunts as he spills into you. 

The next morning you wake up in Steve’s arms and smile at the ring on your finger. You snuggle in closer to him and he sleepily kisses your hair.

"Good morning, Mrs. Rogers," he coos.

"We're not married yet," you gently chide.

"No, but we will be soon enough. And hopefully by then we can start looking into making a nursery." You feel your thighs clench at his words and he chuckles, "maybe should go a few more rounds to make sure it sticks."

Part 7 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

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[kissland69]

sugar sweet

•eddie munson x f!reader

•angst to fluff, “unrequited love”, both eddie and reader are seniors in high school, eddie is 18-19y/o and reader is 17-18y/o, ik it’s march but let’s pretend that it’s still february!

•if you guys have any requests for certain characters to write about please let me know! i’ll do them, just remember it’ll be f!reader

As y/n felt the cold february air hitting her face, and anxiously waiting for the sound of the roaring engine of Eddie’s van she wondered how she’ll confess to the lanky metal head, the more she procrastinated to admit her feelings for him the more her heart shattered. Y/n has been friends with Eddie since middle school, she has seen him through his awkward, anxious stage of his life, y/n seen the moments where he was the most vulnerable, y/n knew all his strengths and weaknesses and still fell madly in love with him, seeing him grow into such a confident, carefree and loving man but…she felt like the best thing to do was to suppress all those childish feelings for him and continue growing the friendship they had, she felt like confessing to him would completely destroy everything and leave y/n with nothing.

Y/n dawned on how she’ll even tell him how much she loved him, she knew it’ll be sooner than later her emotions will get the best of her and she’ll slip up and tell him, it’s only a matter of time that she’ll see him falling in love with someone who isn’t her, and she hated how that made her stomach twist with disgust..it’s pretty selfish to feel like that but spending years yearning for someone you know will never feel the same way you do can make you this way. While y/n was deep in thought, she suddenly heard the booming engine of the beat up van coming towards her, feeling her heart racing with excitement and nervousness

“hey sweetheart, come in before you turn into an ice sculpture” Eddie said swinging the passenger door open from his seat, smile bright with a deep dimple sitting on his left cheek, y/n drank up the sight in front of her and made her way into the passenger seat and clicking her seat belt around her “are you ready for all the cringe couples tomorrow?” eddie said with a snicker “not at all, i don’t have the energy to see gross pda at 8am” y/n said while rolling her eyes “i know right, valentine’s day sucks” eddie said while pulling into the school’s parking lot “hey, luckily for us we can spend all day after school together wallowing in our lack of romance together” y/n said with a smile “you’re completely right sweetheart or maybe we can go on a-“ before eddie can finish his sentence jeff and gareth interrupted him with questions on the upcoming campaign they’re having on friday, leaving the words on the tip of eddie’s tongue and y/n curious on what he was trying to say but before they could’ve continued their conversation the bell rang, announcing that first period was starting, both eddie and y/n went their separate ways.

Y/n’s eyes kept shifting to the clock nailed to the old, washed out white walls of her biology classroom, each tap from her pen made her more and more eager for lunch, she just wanted to be in eddie’s presence, maybe it was her guilty pleasure but seeing his round brown eyes, pink full lips, brown fluffy hair and veiny ringed fingers became part of her school routine. while y/n mindlessly stared out the window the piercing sound of the lunch bell rang, making y/n rush out the door with her book bag hanging from her left shoulder to eddie’s classroom so they can walk together to lunch, while y/n spotted the messy brown locs leaning against his classroom doorway she quickened her pace but suddenly stopped…he was talking to jessica james, smiling and giggling together, she was the one girl who seemed to have everything that y/n didn’t and now it seemed like she was gonna take eddie as well, jealousy and anger hit y/n like a wave and she didn’t know what to do, she knew this day would come and knew that eddie will branch out and be with beautiful women who fit his aesthetic and personality but it just wasn’t fair, it didn’t feel right. y/n decided to just turn from the scene that was a few inches away from her and rush to an empty classroom to isolate herself and be with her thoughts..

at lunch y/n was nowhere to been seen nor found, one minute eddie was talking to jessica about how she’ll confess to his friend gareth and what gift she bought him then the next minute his girl was gone, vanished from thin air, he couldn’t shake the aching feeling in his chest, he felt like y/n’s absence was his fault, he felt like him not being able to finish the conversation with y/n that was rudely interrupted was the reason why y/n wasn’t there. he knew he needed to fix this, someway somehow, he knew he needed to finally confess his love for her even if he has to scream from the tallest mountain on earth his undying love for her he will do it as many times he needed to. he couldn’t let the tired-less nights of him building up the confidence to tell her how much he loved her go to waste, he couldn’t let the deep conversations he had with his uncle wayne go to waste, he knew he needed to confess but he has to wait until dismissal where him and y/n would be together and away from nosy eyes, he just needed to wait a few more hours…

y/n didn’t ride with eddie after dismissal, she couldn’t…not after seeing her eddie with someone else, not after seeing him and jessica being so touchy with each other. y/n tried her hardest to distract her from the heavy pain in her heart, she did her homework, she cleaned the house from top to bottom, she went grocery shopping for her mom, she did her self care but still, as night fell and the rest of the world was asleep y/n stayed up, tired eyes glued to her ceiling and the aching feeling still very present and painful on her heart, she knew it was selfish to ignore and isolate herself from eddie but she just couldn’t face him, she couldn’t handle him leaving and falling in love with someone else. as poisonous thoughts kept her up she heard a soft knock at her window, her heart dropped to her stomach because she just knew it was eddie, y/n stayed still for a second then heard another soft knock at her window then a wobbly voice saying “please y/n can we talk” after hearing this she immediately got up and opened her window, her reddish eyes meeting the sad brown doe eyes of eddie “sweetheart please tell me why you’re ignoring me, please tell me i can’t handle my girl being angry with me, i can’t stomach it” eddie said with a deep frown permanently painted on his lips “eddie it’s nothing, i just been feeling a little down and just felt like the best thing to do is isolate myself” y/n explained while her hands softly rubbed again his leather covered arms, the sound of him calling her “my girl” made her stomach feel the familiarfeeling of butterflies erupting “can you tell me what’s been making you sad? is it me? i promise i can fix it just please tell me” eddie pleaded for y/n to open up, even just a little bit “i just think that tomorrow is a day that seems to always curse me, it’s so depressing being in love with someone so deeply just for them to barley acknowledge how much pain they cause. i hate seeing people being able to confess and openly admit their love for someone and i can’t.” y/n explained, her eyes closed due to frustration and her voice wobbling with sadness “i know this is going to sound selfish but i can’t keep it to myself anymore, eddie please tell me you’re in love with jessica so i can finally move on, i can’t keep having this aching feeling in my chest anymore ” y/n said, the tears finally spilling from her tired eyes. the room fell silent, the tension grew drastically and it felt suffocating to y/n, for the first time she didn’t know what he was thinking and that made her anxious but suddenly his soft voice filled the stilled air “sweetheart, you will never hear those words come out of my mouth because it’s not true, she isn’t the one i’m in love with. she isn’t the one i wanted to ask out on so many dates but chickened out, she isn’t the one i dream about, the one i cherish, the one i’ll bleed for, the one i see myself marrying one day. she’s not her, the only one i see anything with is you and only you.”

y/n heard the sincerely in his voice, she seen the love and tenderness he had in his eyes, she felt how much his words really meant and knew he spoke the truth and nothing but the truth, y/n finally knew her heart belonged to him and his to her and she absolutely loved it. y/n couldn’t contain the happiness she felt and smashed her lips onto his, something she always wondered and always wanted, and finally having it felt way better than any imagination she created. eddie kissed her back, smiling so wide from joy, he got his girl, finally

“i love you sweetheart”

“i love you too eddie”

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #angst with a happy ending #fluff

[nobodys-saviour]

On Ideas

She had a thought about his EVOL, and she just can't wait to give it a try.

established relationship. zayne/unnamed FMC. nsfw-ish. mature, but nothing explicit. references to/talking about sex, but it doesn't actually happen in the story.

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"Zayne."

"Hm?" He barely looks up from the book he was reading.

She walked closer to her boyfriend, and she stood in front of him, as he was sat down on their couch reading.

"I was thinking."

He stopped at that, looked up at her. His eyes twinkled with mirth as he says, "That's dangerous. You don't usually do that."

She gasped, offended, as she swats him. He catches her hand, because of course he does. He's used to her antics. His lips slightly upturns on the side. He was grinning.

She glared at him, and tried to wriggle her wrist away from his hold. "At least let me finish first before saying anything!"

He gives a short, breathless laugh. Barely there, but it's there. It's very rare that Zayne laughs, and she ends up blushing because of it. She's not used to it, and it makes her heart do sommersaults.

"You're so annoying, Doctor Li," she continues. She's flustered. With her free hand, she takes one of the couch pillows and pushes it on his face. She harrumphs. "Stop making fun of your girlfriend!"

She can see his shoulders shaking with laughter still.

Long ago, she thought this man was expressionless. He was not. His expressions were just tiny, hard to see if you're not used to it.

Zayne finally lets go of the book, placing it neatly down on the coffee table, so that he can use his now free-hand to remove the pillow from his face. "Fine." He schooled his expression as he moved both his hands and placed it on her hips, pulling her down so she was sitting on his lap. "What were you thinking about?"

Zayne—and she found this one out early on in the relationship —liked having her sit on his lap. He also liked hugging her, holding her hand and the like. Perhaps it was because of his EVOL, and it makes him feel cold, but he was almost always subconsciously looking for warmth.

Situated on her boyfriend's lap, she sighs and places her head on his shoulder, refusing to look him in the eye. "I don't know." She's still grouchy. "I don't want to tell you anymore."

He pulls away just enough so he can cup her cheek. "I apologise."

She stares back at him. For a second. And another.

She nuzzles against his hand.

Zayne watches her with rapt attention. "You're like a cat."

She briefly glares at him but ignores his comment. "If you're really sorry, you have to say yes to what I'll say." 

Zayne's eyebrows raised in question, his curiousity piqued. "I'm not making any promises. You have a tendency to think of very... atypical ideas."

She pulled away from his hand with a groan and rolled her eyes. "I hate that you're so thorough."

A soft, small smile appeared on his face, clearly amused. "Do you?"

She reaches out, entangles her own hand with his. "I was just wondering if you've ever made anything of actual ice, outside of fights. You always do snow—powdered and crushed—but I've never seen you create anything out of ice."

"...are you planning to do an ice sculpture?"

"No, I..." she paused, took a deep breath. "Have you ever thought of using your EVOL while we're having se— ah!"

He gripped her hand tight at that, making her stop talking. His face is impassive, tone serious. Any of the teasing from earlier was gone.

"I can't do that to you. You know I can't control—"

"Yes you can," she immediately protested. "It's not like you're gonna go on it full force!"

He sighs as he moves the hand he had placed on her hips to the bridge of his nose. "You really don't listen."

"And you always say yes to my requests eventually."

He stopped to stare at her. "...you noticed."

"Hard not to," she laughs quietly. "You're strict, yes, but you're quite soft with me." She poked him on the cheek. "I can take it, Zayne. Besides, you're a doctor. Surely you would know if I can take it or not."

"It might be dangerous."

"You're looking at someone whose middle name is danger."

He gives her joke an unimpressed look.

"Oh, come on!"

He huffed. "...you really want to try it?"

"Yes."

"It won't melt, you know. It won't be like last time." They've done temperature play before.

She grinned impishly back at him. "Sounds great to me. Don't you want me overlysensitive and begging?"

Zayne lets go of her hand only to pull her in for a hug, head buried on her shoulder. "You ruin me, you know?" he mumbled.

"So... is that a yes?"

She gets a bite on the crux of her neck and shoulder as a reply.

#drabbles by evelien #love and deepspace #zayne #li shen #lee seoeon #rei

[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter Seven: Passion, Desire... Love

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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chapter summary: (Larissa POV) - Finally, the Rave'N is upon us. Larissa is nervous, reader is nervous, Marilyn loves to meddle. Uh. I'm bad at summaries, let's get into it.

Larissa went through much of the week on autopilot. She was looking forward to the Rave’N - she had high hopes that this year’s dance would go smoothly, that it would be one for the books. And, if she was being honest with herself, she was excited to see you, perhaps even spend a bit of time together as the two of you chaperoned. 

You’d been acting a bit strange all week, though. Sure, Larissa had been busy putting plans in motion for this semester’s Parent’s Weekend, as well as working on a proposal for more funding to present to the school board. But, no matter how busy she was, she always had time for you - and you’d been making yourself oddly scarce.

You popped by her office a few times but never hung around, and you seemed somewhat distant, though you assured Larissa that everything was alright. She thought it might be stress from setting up for the Rave’N - she refused to entertain the alternative; that you were possibly sick of waiting for her, or that she was simply too much for you to handle.

Larissa found herself becoming antsier as the week progressed - she needed answers. She hoped the Rave’N would serve to provide some.

~~~

Saturday evening came quickly and Larissa spent the entire afternoon getting ready. Sure, she could simply shift her look into place. But she was far too jittery and the familiar routine of pinning her hair and painting her face never failed to soothe her nerves.

Larissa was one of the first teacher chaperones to show up, just before the start of the dance - she wanted to be there to greet the students when they came in. She had to admit she was a bit awestruck at the decor of the great hall - it looked like you and Marilyn had really pulled out all the stops - though she was very sure the giant yeti ice sculpture had been entirely a certain redhead’s idea.

The DJ had already started playing some music and the first students were arriving. Larissa smiled at each and every one of them - it filled her with a deep sense of nostalgia to see all these teenagers dress up, arm in arm with their dates, exchanging shy glances and standing awkwardly near the buffet table, everyone too afraid to be the first to start dancing. She had been young once, too, and full of hope - even though her own Rave’N hadn’t been the best experience of her life (and wasn’t that the understatement of the century). In a way, she almost felt that this Rave’N could be a do-over of sorts, a way to live vicariously through her students and enjoy the beauty and romance of the evening, untainted by Morticia and Gomez and the overall feeling of rejection and hurt.

As the great hall filled with students and everyone was slowly coming out of their shells, Larissa began shifting nervously from foot to foot. She hadn’t seen you come in yet, and she was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t show up. Should she send someone to check on you? Or maybe she should check on you herself? What if it was because of her that you decided not to come after all?

A perky head of red hair sidled up beside her. Larissa smiled down at the botany teacher. “It looks beautiful, you’ve truly outdone yourself.”

“Thank you, Principal Weems. I couldn’t have done it without Ms. L/N, though.”

“Yes, well…” Larissa’s chest tightened at the mention of your name. “Have you seen her around? I would love to thank her in person.” She plastered a sweet yet decidedly fake smile on her face, hoping to hide her concerns from the bubbly teacher.

“No, I don’t think I have.” Marilyn made a point to peer around the room. “I’m sure she’s just nervous, she’ll be here soon.” A hint of a smirk formed on her face and Larissa’s brow creased in confusion.

“Nervous? Why would-” Larissa was gazing around idly when her eyes got stuck on a figure in the doorway. Her breath hitched audibly in her chest and she felt her pulse pick up considerably.

You looked absolutely breathtaking. Larissa had never seen you in formal wear before, and the mere sight of you in the form-fitting suit made her mouth go dry as the Sahara desert. Knowing your affinity for wearing skirts, she’d expected you to come in a dress - this, though, was unexpected and exciting. Something about a woman in a suit… Larissa could feel her cheeks blaze as she drank in the sight of you - until her eyes landed upon your own and suddenly her world slowed as you blinked back at her.

Breathe, Weems, she thought to herself, as you took slow yet determined steps towards her. She hardly heard when Marilyn said something about leaving her be - her eyes had just caught sight of the single red camellia that you were clutching in your hand as though it were a lifeline (she might have thought to tease you about it later if she weren’t so embarrassed by her own, very visceral, reaction to your mere presence). Her heart hammered in her chest as she wondered if - or rather, hoped that - it would be for her.

It was then that Larissa realized that you were standing right in front of her and she had yet to say a single word. 

“Hi, darling,” she said - it came out breathier than she intended, and it took everything in her not to visibly cringe at herself.

“Hi, Rissa.” Larissa relaxed slightly when she heard the breathiness in your own voice - surely a good sign?

You held out the delicate flower - it twirled slightly in your grip, catching Larissa’s eye.

“This is lovely,” Larissa murmured.

“Isn’t it? Marilyn has been cultivating these in her greenhouse this semester, she wanted to use them to cross-breed - something about creating a new subspecies of poisonous flowering plant using common flowers.”

Larissa’s brows creased as she attempted to follow your rambling.

“This one isn’t poisonous, obviously.” Your words came out a rushed, jumbled mess. “Anyway, I wanted to give you something beautiful so… it’s yours. If you want it.” 

A wide grin stretched across Larissa’s face. She knew you well enough - from the faint pink hue rising in your cheeks and the way your eyes briefly fluttered shut, she could tell you were likely internally berating yourself for something, though she couldn’t fathom what - she found your slight word-vomit endearing, and it had been years since she’d been gifted flowers. Somehow, this one was more special to her than all the rest.

“Thank you, my dear,” she replied, her voice low and sultry with newfound confidence. At least your distance this past week didn’t seem to be due to a newfound dislike of her.

Larissa accepted the flower gingerly between her index finger and thumb, mesmerized as she twirled it this way and that. She raised her eyes to your face, just in time to catch you biting your lip in the most adorable way that suddenly had her desperate to pepper your face with sweet, loving kisses.

“I’m sorry that I was late,” you said, surveying the room. “Did I miss anything?”

“Nonsense, you’re right on time,” Larissa chuckled lightly. “The party was just getting started.”

“I just passed by Yoko and Divina. Are Wednesday and Enid here yet?”

Larissa furrowed her brow in confusion. “Wednesday and Enid? Miss Addams and Miss Sinclair aren’t coming together, are they?”

You grinned widely. “I overheard Enid asking Wednesday to the Rave’N last week.”

“And she said yes?”

You nodded and Larissa stifled a giggle. “I didn’t think Miss Addams would want to come at all.”

“The things we do for love,” you sighed, and Larissa couldn’t help but blush and look away, observing the crowd of students on the dancefloor as if it were the most interesting thing she’d ever witnessed. The things we do for love, indeed. 

A sharp elbow in her side made her yelp. “Look,” you whispered, your voice tinged with excitement. Larissa followed your gaze to the entrance of the great hall - it appeared that Enid had managed to get Wednesday to dress up and attend the Rave’N after all. Larissa couldn’t help but snort at Wednesday’s obvious display of defiance, the black dress at the all-white dance. It was so very Morticia, so very Addams, that it made Larissa smile fondly in spite of herself.

Tugging at Wednesday’s arm was her werewolf roommate, who wore a pink wig and whose dress was much more on theme. A bright smile stretched across Enid’s face and she buzzed with excitement, while Wednesday looked rather sullen, but allowed herself to be dragged straight towards the dance floor without a word of protest.

“Aren’t they adorable?” You watched them wistfully and Larissa turned her gaze to you. Yes, but I can think of someone more adorable, she thought - she bit her tongue, choosing instead to mutter out a soft “they do make quite the pair.”

The two of you stood in amiable silence for a moment, enjoying the music and keeping a watchful eye over the students. Larissa was acutely aware of your presence by her side - it almost felt as though electricity were crackling in the space between you both, and she wondered if you could feel it, too.

She was so lost in thought that she nearly jumped out of her skin when you spoke again.

“So how did we do? Does this measure up to your own Rave’N?” There was a teasing lilt to your tone, and Larissa chuckled.

“I think you and Marilyn have done an outstanding job. This has far surpassed my own Rave’N, at any rate.”

You glanced up at her, a frown on your face. “Did you not like your Rave’N? I’d have thought for sure a girl like you would have had to fend off hordes of potential dates. Or was the theme that bad?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Larissa joked. “But no, not quite. The girl I asked turned me down for someone else…” Larissa tried to hold her tongue, but she couldn’t, an old wound threatening to open up inside of her. “Morticia Frump, in fact.”

“Wednesday’s mother?” Your mouth hung open slightly, and Larissa regretted the words as soon as they came out, but she couldn’t take them back. Perhaps she didn’t want to - perhaps it was time you knew what had happened all those years ago. Perhaps it would help her make peace with it.

“Yes, Wednesday’s mother,” she confirmed.

“I thought… she was your roommate, wasn’t she?”

“She was,” Larissa smiled wryly. “I liked her very much, and I thought the feeling was mutual - we had a… relationship, of sorts, I suppose. I asked her to the Rave’N but it appears Gomez Addams beat me to the punch, and Morticia made it clear where her feelings lie.” The confession left a bitter taste in Larissa’s mouth and she swallowed thickly, her gaze dropping to the floor.

A warm hand on her arm forced her to look up. She met your gaze, eyes wide and full of… not pity, as she’d expected, but…understanding? Adoration, even? She held her breath as your hand moved to cup her cheek, leaning instinctively into your touch. It was so warm, so soothing - she found herself yearning for that touch everywhere on her body.

“Well Morticia was an idiot,” you said firmly. “I don’t understand how anyone could turn you down.”

Larissa was sure she had turned as red as a firetruck - warmth flooded her entire body and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She could feel your grip tighten, could see you rising up to meet her, and she leaned in as if being pulled by some magnetic force, closer and closer until - 

“I thought a public display of affection would be beneath you,” said a voice to Larissa’s right. From the dry, monotone quality of the voice, Larissa knew its owner before she even turned her head. Wednesday watched her with a blank expression, the only hint of emotion on her face a raised eyebrow.

“Glad you could make it, Miss Addams,” Larissa quipped with a smirk as Enid rushed to her roommate’s (girlfriend’s?) side and shooed her back towards the dancefloor - but not before giving Larissa and you a once-over and an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Larissa turned to you, smiling at the full belly laugh you let out. The sound was melodious - she was convinced she could listen to you laugh every day for the rest of eternity and never tire of it.

“Maybe later, then,” you murmured sheepishly, and Larissa nodded in agreement. Later. Her stomach fluttered at the word. 

~~~

The Rave’N progressed and Larissa found it easy to make conversation with you, her worries about your avoidance of her during the week dissipating more and more. You told her about your own Rave’N and Larissa felt a wave of sadness wash over her. You’d both had pretty terrible experiences. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been any different if the two of you were the same age, had gone to Nevermore at the same time. Would you have been friends with her if you’d known her back then? Would you have liked her? Would you have gone to the Rave’N together? Danced together? There was a pang in her chest at the feeling of an opportunity missed, a past she could never rewrite.

The sadness was soon replaced with pure joy, however, when the song that was playing changed and you giddily exclaimed “I love this song! Come on, dance with me, Rissa, please!” 

Okay, pure joy and a hint of nervousness. 

Larissa hesitated for a moment, doubts swirling in her mind - thoughts about your intentions with her, about openly dancing in front of everyone, about dancing in general. Seeing the excitement written on your face, however, Larissa couldn’t bear to turn you down - she reached out her hand for you to take. You did so instantly and dragged her towards the dance floor. 

She was relieved to see that Marilyn was already dancing with a group of students - the redhead looked up, catching Larissa’s gaze and smiling warmly at her. At least the two of you wouldn’t be the only faculty dancing. Larissa turned her attention back to you when she felt your hand pull on her waist.

“You don’t have to, you know,” you said, your voice barely audible over the music. 

Larissa’s smile when she spoke was genuine. “I want to.”

Her stomach flipped when you gazed up at her, grinning widely. You raised her arm up over her head as best you could given the height difference, and for a moment Larissa wondered what you were trying to do. With your expectant gaze and the way you flicked your wrist, she realized you were trying to twirl her around, and she spun in place, unable to contain the laugh that bubbled up inside of her. 

Larissa hadn’t felt this silly or carefree in a long time. As you danced around her, twirling her through a crowd of students whose expressions at seeing their principal dance were nothing short of bewildered and awestruck, she found she didn’t even feel self-conscious. The way you spun her around made her forget her height and her insecurities - she felt small and beautiful and safe next to you.

The song ended far too soon and she allowed herself to be led to the long buffet table, graciously accepting a Yeti-tini. 

“Thank you for dancing with me.” Your smile seemed almost shy and Larissa felt her resolve waver slightly - Marilyn’s chirpy voice interrupted her, though, before she could step any closer to you.

“Hey, you two! How are you enjoying the dance?” Marilyn asked, smiling brightly. 

Had it not been for Marilyn’s timing, Larissa might have wrapped you in her arms and kissed you senseless, students be damned. 

“It’s better than my own Rave’N,” you laughed, and Larissa felt her own smile grow at the warmth in your voice.

“I saw you dancing to that last song - you make quite the pair!”

Larissa felt a heat rise in her cheeks and she stole a glance in your direction. Your face was just as red as her own felt, and you seemed at a loss for words. Not that that mattered - Marilyn plowed on.

“The red camellia is so beautiful,” she remarked, nodding at the bloom that Larissa had been holding onto the entire evening, afraid to place it anywhere for fear of losing it. “I wasn’t surprised Y/N chose it for you, it’s such a symbolic flower.”

Now this piqued Larissa’s interest. A swarm of butterflies erupted in her belly, their satin wings fluttering madly about as she looked down at you. “Oh?”

“Marilyn,” you hissed, and Larissa bit back a smile at your obvious embarrassment. Maybe - just maybe - she hadn’t misread your feelings after all. A surge of hope coursed through her body at the thought.

The redhead simply rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to say something just as the DJ announced the last song.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s already over. Could you guys stay and help me with the food that’s laying out? We wouldn’t want it to go bad. I’ll take care of everything else in the morning.”

“Of course,” Larissa said with a smile. “Anything to help after all the work you’ve done.”

~~~

Soon the Rave’N was over - Marilyn had proudly deemed it a success as the last students left the great hall, looking tired yet somehow bubbling with excitement all the same.

The three of you worked together to clear the buffet table in record time, transferring it to a cart that could be wheeled down to the kitchens.

“Thanks for your help! I can take this on my way out, don’t worry about it.” Marilyn gestured to the cart that overflowed with platters of leftover food. “Can you just get the lights when you leave, Y/N?”

You agreed and bid Marilyn goodnight. She stopped by the DJ booth, where the young man manning it was packing up some equipment, and engaged him in a short conversation - Larissa couldn’t hear it, but she figured Marilyn must be thanking him.

Then she was gone and Larissa was alone with you and the DJ, who was messing with his setup.

Larissa picked up the camellia from where she’d placed it on a table to assist with the clean-up. “Thank you again,” she murmured. She noted how you shuffled in place, fidgeting with your hands - you seemed nervous, and nerves of her own began to rise in Larissa’s chest.

“Yeah, no problem. I had a lovely evening.” You paused. “You look beautiful, by the way. Radiant, even.” 

Larissa could have melted on the spot. Of all the compliments she’d ever received, radiant was not one of them - her heart began to sing and she took a tentative step towards you.

She paused as she registered that the silence blanketing the room had been replaced by music - shouldn’t the DJ be packing up?

The opening notes of “At Last” by Etta James came floating out of the large speakers beside the DJ booth, and Larissa felt her pulse pick up as she looked down at you. You were close suddenly, just a hair’s breadth away from being pressed flush against her, and your face was flushed.

“Marilyn…” you whispered, giggling nervously. “I’m sorry, Riss, I-”

“Why are you sorry?” Larissa breathed out, taking the final step towards you so that your bodies were touching.

“Rissa…” you sounded a bit breathless, your pupils dilating with desire. “Would you like to dance with me?”

Larissa’s reply came in the form of wrapping her arms around your neck, the camellia dangling down your back. She felt your hands come to rest on her waist, fingers flexing against the fabric of her dress and pulling her closer as you began to sway. She gladly followed your lead, allowing her eyes to flutter shut as she lost herself in the moment.

At last

The skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clover

The night I looked at you

This dance was nothing like the previous one. There was a sensuality to it that caused heat to pool in Larissa’s belly. Your hands branded Larissa’s waist, her skin tingling where they rested overtop her dress. She opened her eyes and looked down at you to see you staring up at her in wonder, and her heart jumped - she couldn’t recall ever having been looked at in that way before.

“So what does the flower mean?” Larissa purred seductively, making sure to place her lips just over the shell of your ear. She felt you shiver beneath her.

“Passion,” you murmured. “And desire.” You looked as though you were about to say something else, but had stopped yourself at the last second - Larissa watched you curiously, but you didn’t continue - she would have to probe you further, later. For now, her pulse picked up as you gazed into her eyes, your own eyes displaying exactly what you had tried to convey with the red bloom.

And now, with not a single student in sight, Larissa ducked her head down and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, adoring - it lit a fire inside Larissa that she had no desire to put out. Instead, she deepened the kiss, moaning softly into your mouth as she felt your tongue slide against her own.

The song faded out slowly, though Larissa didn’t notice until she heard the distinct thumping and rustling of equipment being packed away.

“Would you like to come back to my quarters?” she mumbled against your lips. She felt you nod into the kiss and pulled away reluctantly, taking your hand and leading you out of the great hall. The students were long gone, back to their dorms, and Larissa felt free and giddy holding your hand - a true do-over of her own Rave’N. Students be damned, Larissa thought, not caring if anyone did happen to see the two of you - tonight was about her now.

x

thank you to my girlfriend for beta-reading! and thank you to everyone who has stuck around <3 i love you all!! your comments, tags, reblogs, likes and support make my heart sing <3

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems #in my head #in my head series

[the-courtsjester]

Greetings ladies, gentleman ...and things, my sleep schedule mixed with school and work is horrible but at least I have games to help cope but anyway today's headcanons will be for Furina with a male reader and what ever vision they ended up with

Furina x Male Reader with different visions Headcanons

Pyro: she becomes an absolute snuggle slut when you're alone together thanks to the pyro vision you have, you can warm up you body up easily for maximum comfort cuddles she will also force you to help cook food with your vision.

Anemo: hair wet from a shower or something makeshift blow dryer, wanna make a paper airplane fly for as long as possible go ahead, Furina loves that you can cool her off after she's been in front of studio light for what felt like ever.

Geo: not much that can be done with Geo but she enjoys seeing what you can make with the rocks you can control

Hydro: water fight? Water fight, water fight. Throughout the day you and Furina will splash water on each other and see who can get who the most.

Cyro: Furina loves sweets, so she had the genius idea to ask if you'd be willing to make shaved ice for her given it's sweet nature, she also enjoys making ice sculptures with you.

Dendro: depends on the type of Dendro power you have, if it's plant based you could maybe grow flowers for her, or make nice comfy spots to hangout and relax together, if it's Tech based though you'd be able to help Furina with her films, being more knowledgeable on how to use the technology.

Electro: you'd give Furina small little shocks to mess with her sometimes, and if she asks and you're willing to you could even power some of her film equipment for her.

Well that's today's headcanons I accidentally forgot to save so I had to redo a lot of this, I also remember seeing a post by genshingorlsrevengeance that gave me the idea to do this but for all the elements, anyway that's it.

And scene...

#genshin impact #headcanon #furina #furina x reader #the courtsjester

[brave-and-gentle]

Ice Sculpture date: Reader x Jean Fluff Part 1

Ya'll something came over me this morning and I busted this out for absolutely no reason.

**This has turned into an unexpected mini series. Check out chapter two here.

If you like this, be sure to check out my original character x Jean fic on A03 here

Pairings: reader x Jean

Summary: A year after graduating college in Trost, many of your friends have moved away, but you remained. Your new roommate, Sasha and her friend Connie, introduced you to their friend group. When group plans go awry, you find yourself alone with Jean.

Warnings: none, this all v cute fluff, a self-indulgence

Word count: ~3,400

You were supposed to leave the apartment 10 minutes ago. You always forgot how long it took to layer up with how cold Trost got in the middle of winter. As soon as you lace your winter boots up, you run out the front door and penguin-walk to Jean and Marco's apartment. It was only a few blocks south of where you and Sasha lived, but since it was -20 Fahrenheit, it seemed like an eternity.

It's frigid that the insides of your nose freeze within about five seconds of being outside. Your teeth chatter and eyes burn. This does nothing to help your nerves. You are going to see the ice sculptures made by local artists with a new group of friends you had only met a month ago.

Three months prior, your best friend and roommate, Historia, decided to move to the coast with her girlfriend, Ymir. Your reaction was mixed. You and Historia were two peas in a pod since you met during freshmen year orientation and you did everything together – English classes, the college newspaper, intramural volleyball team, and a few parties. When Historia started dating Ymir junior year, you were a little concerned by Ymir's abrasive personality, but she started to grow on you and she helped Historia become a little more assertive. Ymir had always wanted to move to the coast, so when she finally secured an apartment, it didn't surprise you that Historia sat you down to break the news that she was going with her, leaving you alone in the two-bedroom apartment.

You were happy for the couple. This was Ymir's dream and Historia was excited to explore somewhere new with the love of her life. And yet, there is a tiny bit of maybe not resentment, but you do feel abandoned. This completed the mass exodus of all your friends moving out of Trost. With Historia and Ymir gone, you really don't have anyone.

Thankfully, they refused to road trip to their new home until they helped you find a roommate. It didn't take nearly as much time as you expected, which admittedly disappointed you. After asking around for a few weeks, you found out that Sasha Braus was looking for a place. You knew who she was since you had gone to the same college, but you'd never had a conversation with her. All you knew about Sasha was that she started an archery club at school that apparently was still going strong after graduation. It was an easy decision for Sasha to move in with you. When you met up at the coffee shop down the street, she was incredibly bubbly and kind.

Rooming together was going nearly seamless – although you did have to label all your food in the fridge, lest Sasha get the munchies and eat everything. Soon enough you got to know her friend from school, Connie Springer, who you recognized from the soccer team. He had pretty much taken residence on the couch in the living room, and you didn't even mind. It was nice to have a living space full of laughter – and Connie's snoring.

Sasha and Connie invited you to join their friend group at weekly bar trivia. It was a large group – you'd never hung out with so many people at one time, but with how extroverted Sasha and Connie were, it wasn't a surprise. You could barely keep track of who was who for a while, but after nearly a month of hanging out with them, you think you got it down. Sasha, Connie, Marco and Jean were tight in college. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin had grown up together in Shiganshina and went to a different college in Trost. Eren had met Reiner and Bertholt at the gym. Annie had grown up with Reiner and Bertholt. You weren't exactly sure how they all merged together, but they all hung out together pretty regularly now.

You groan in relief as you approached Jean and Marco's apartment – a beacon of warmth in the frigid, dark night. Your nerves disappear, replaced by yearning for heat. This is the first time you are hanging out with the group without Sasha and the first time outside of bar trivia. It was Jean's idea to go see the ice sculptures. He was an art major in college and knew a couple of the artists. Sasha had a date with this new guy, Nicolo tonight, but urged you to go without her.

You run up to the entryway and ring the apartment buzzer, hoping that it actually works because you realized you don't have Jean or Marco's number. The door clicks, thankfully, and a heatwave washes over you as you open the door and climb the stairs to apartment 313. Or was it 315? You knock on the door only once before it opens to reveal Jean in an old college t-shirt and sweatpants with a hole in the right knee. He isn't wearing shoes. You didn't fully realize how tall this man was until you had to practically crane your neck up to look at him.

“Hey,” Jean says your name. He runs his fingers through his ash-brown hair. “Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't have your number and couldn't tell you – everyone canceled for tonight. I texted Sasha for your number but she didn't answer.”

Your stomach drops a little. Did you come over here for nothing? You had actually been looking forward to seeing ice sculptures, especially since it was over the college's winter break – it wouldn't be as crowded with students as it usually was. At least that's what you heard, you had never actually gone to see them before. Historia didn't usually last more than 10 minutes in the cold.

“Oh,” you breath, still recovering from the cold. “I guess that means it's going well with Nicolo then.”

“Yeah,” Jean laughs, “If there's any way to Sasha's heart, it's food, and with the way that guy cooks, I think he's in it for life.”

“So where is everyone tonight?” You ask, stalling for a little more time inside. Jean leans against the door frame and counts off.

“Annie invited Armin to go to her father's for the holidays, so I guess they're getting serious. Reiner and Bertholt are sick. Marco got called in to work to cover for someone. Connie won't tell me what he's doing tonight, but I'm pretty sure he's going over to Hitch's for a booty call. And once everyone else canceled, so did Eren and Mikasa.”

“Ah,” you respond, not really knowing what to say now. You don't know Jean well enough to continue the conversation, but you really don't want to go back home. It's only six o'clock, but since it's already pitch black out, you know you won't do anything except rot on the couch all night. For once, you had plans on the weekend and were looking forward to it. You take a step back and point down the hallway. “Welp, I guess I'll - “

“Unless?” Jean interrupts you and rises an eyebrow. His hazel eyes bore into you. Shit, he's really cute. “I mean, you did come over here and you're already bundled up. We could go?” He asks, seemingly unsure of himself.

“Oh, yeah that would be great!” The words tumble out of your mouth before you fully realize you just agreed to a night alone with Jean. “I did make the perilous journey after all.”

“It is cold as fuck and you are very brave.” Jean smiles and rolls his eyes. He takes a step back and motions for you to enter his apartment. “C'mon in, I'll change quick and I can drive us over.”

~

You tense up sitting in the passenger seat of Jean's small, beater car, but as the car warms, so does your conversation. You learn that Jean is an only child and had grown up in Trost. In his art major, he focused on drawing and painting, and was currently teaching art classes at a nonprofit specializing in teaching kids from low-income neighborhoods. He tells you about how his mom drove him crazy, but he still wears the thick, royal blue mittens she had knitted for him. You give him a refresher of how you became roommates with Sasha, how all of your friends from Trost had moved away over the course of the year following graduation.

Once you arrive, you and Jean walk over the to the entrance to pay for tickets, but someone so bundled up you couldn't make out a single feature waves you in.

“For you my man, it's free! Enjoy your date!” You look over to Jean and wait for him to correct the man. Jean's cheeks flush pink, either from the bitter cold or the embarrassing mistake his friend made.

“Ah, sorry about that,” Jean says and bites his lower lip. “That's Floch, he's . . .a bit of an idiot. I know him from the nonprofit, he teaches about once a week. Pretty sure that's all he does besides live off his rich parent's money.”

“Ha, that's okay,” you answer and looked around for any sort of distraction from the awkward interaction. The stars above you shine with a brilliance you'd never seen before. “Wow.” You point up. “I didn't realize how bright the stars could be away from the city.”

“Yeah,” Jean perks up. “It's my favorite part about coming out here.” You both approach the first sculpture, a series of waves imitating the ocean. Dark blue lights underneath light it up. “Brrr, but this cold is not! Actually, I'll be right back.” You don't look behind you to see where Jean wanders off to because you are memorized by the ice wave sculpture.

It reminds you of Historia and Ymir and their new home. The first week she moved, Historia sent you a picture of them at the beach. She said once it warmed up in a few months, they were going to take surfing lessons, no doubt Ymir's idea. An ache grows in your heart, missing your best friend. You are proud of how adventurous she had become since meeting Ymir.

“Hot toddy?” Jean reappears and hands a steaming mug to you.

“Ohhh,” you moan as the mug instantly warms right through your mittens. “This is perfect, thank you.” You hold the drink up to your face, letting it defrost your nose. You breath in the mix of cinnamon and brandy.

“You like this one?” Jean nods at the icy waves.

“Yeah, it reminds of Historia and Ymir since they're living so close to the ocean now. I miss them even though I'm happy for them,” you confess.

“Good for them though, getting out of here.” He take a long sip of his hot toddy. “I've been in Trost my whole life.”

“Have you thought about moving somewhere else?”

“I have, but I don't know if I could ever leave my mom. She's got my step-dad now, but still. Plus, I think I'd really have to make it in the art world to have the money to get out of here. That nonprofit job isn't exactly paying me much.” He gazes at the sculpture, lost in thought.

“Ah, so you're a mama's boy at heart?” You tease and smirk.

“Hey now, nothing wrong with that,” Jean defends himself and tears his eyes away from the sculpture to smile at you.

The two of you continue on, losing yourselves in the towering ice and the glowing pink, blue and green lights mimicking the Northern Lights. You are lost in conversation as well. You discover you are both voracious readers and are discussing a fantasy series you had both recently read when Jean halts.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He furrows his brows and you follow his accusing eyes to see Eren and Mikasa hand in hand across the field of snow viewing a sculpture in the shape of several large, intricate snow flakes. “They canceled on me and showed up anyway?? Typical Jaeger,” Jean growled.

You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. You aren't sure exactly why Eren and Jean are constantly on each other's nerves, but it was one of the first things you noticed when they argued at trivia night over which actor had won an Oscar two years in a row. Turns out, both of their answers were wrong. You had to admit that you found their rivalry a little comical.

“Would you have wanted to go with them anyway?” You press and give a soft laugh. Eren and Mikasa are all over each other all the time, so it's hard to imagine Jean would enjoy three-wheeling with them.

“No,” Jean glowers, “but still, it's about the principle!”

“Alright, let's stay away from them then and have our own fun,” you concede and place your hand on Jean's bicep to guide him away from their direction. You run your mitten-covered hand down the rest of his arm and were about to pull away, but Jean grabs your hand and pulls you closer. Your heart skips a beat.

“You uh, look cold.” He shrugs and looks at the ground. He loosens his hand, as if to let you know that you can let go if you want. Instead, you squeeze his hand and press even closer to his tall frame.

“I am absolutely freezing,” you agree. It's like you had a brain aneurysm, you are never this bold. But you are, in fact, freezing, and Jean is warm. He clears his throat and peers over at you, eyes just barely visible with his knit cap covering his eyebrows.

“So what about you? What are you doing in Trost?”

“Ugh, that's a backstory.”

“I'm all ears.” You launch into it, how you majored in English with great hopes of becoming a best-selling novelist, but the past few months you were stuck in the worst case of writer's block. Unable to find a job remotely close to what you wanted to do, you ended up working at the front desk of a pediatric medical clinic – and barely writing anything.

“You know when you have this great idea, but you realize that in order to make it happen, you actually have to sit down and you know, create?” You gesticulate with your now empty mug in hand, your other hand still engulfed by Jean's.

“Yeah, I know the feeling all too well.” He nods. “I get that way about my sketches and painting sometimes too. It's like the thought of failure has such a choke hold on me that I can't even get started.”

“Exactly! God, the burden we creatives put on ourselves,” you laugh and roll your eyes at your own mild pretentiousness. “I didn't think I'd still be living in Trost this long.”

The two of you finish the ice sculpture route and arrive back where you started. The night was going fast, too fast. You are so long in conversation that you don't see Eren and Mikasa arrive at the exit at the same time.

“Jean?? Is that you?” Shit. You don't mind Eren that much, though he's a little intense for you, and Mikasa is positively the coolest person you know, but fielding the tension between Jean and Eren is the last thing you want to do. Jean drops your hand and with it, a little piece of your heart. Eren and Mikasa approach you.

“Oh, hey,” Eren says your name and a shit-eating grin grows on his face. “Didn't realize you two were out here.”

“Hi,” Mikasa greets you by name with a shy smile.

Jean crosses his arms.

“Yeah, because unlike some people, I did what I said I'd do.” You chuckle at Jean's awkward wording.

“Technically I did too. I said I wasn't going with you, not that I wouldn't go at all,” Eren smirks and his pine-green eyes dance with mischief. Mikasa rolls her eyes and tuggs on his hand.

“C'mon Eren, let's go. Nice to see you two!” Mikasa waves at you and Jean and steers Eren away before a battle could ensue.

“God he gets on my nerves,” Jean says mostly to himself and balls up his hands in fists as the two of you walk to his car. Once inside, you check your phone to see a message from Sasha.

Omg Mikasa just told me you and Jean went to the ice sculptures together?? Just the two of you?? How cute!! I didn't even think about it but you two are PERFECT together. Come home immediately and tell me how it went.

Her message is followed with about a million heart eye emojis.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter and shove your phone in your pocket. Although you thoroughly enjoyed your night with Jean and don't want it to end, you also don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, yourself included. Getting your hopes up had bit you in the ass one too many times.

“Everything good?” Jean asks as he steers out of the parking lot.

“Ah, I don't know. . .” you trail off, unsure how to respond. “I guess Mikasa must have just told Sasha that she ran into us here and she's demanding answers.”

“Which means everyone is going to know in about an hour. Connie's going to be blowing up my phone any minute.” Jean throws his head back in frustration before quickly returning his eyes to the road.

“I can try to correct her, that we're just friends,” you quickly try to do damage control.

“Oh, uh, I didn't mean that. Let her think whatever she wants. Or I mean, uh,” he stutters and blushes. “She's your roommate, I didn't mean to tell you what to tell her.”

“No, that's fine. I'll just ignore her and she can make whatever she wants out of it,” you give a nervous laugh.

The car ride back to the city center is much more quiet and tense. It seems to you that Jean didn't want the night to end either. Despite the tension, you arrive back to your neighborhood much quicker than you expect.

“I can drop you off at your apartment so you don't have to walk in cold again,” Jean offers.

“Sure, thanks.”

He pulls up in front of your apartment building and you unbuckle and pause to look at Jean. Fuck it.

“Do you want to come in? Sasha's probably spending the night with Nicolo.”

“Oh, uh,” Jean pauses and your heart plummets to your stomach.

“It's okay, you don't have to.” You shuffle to open the car door, but Jean stops you.

“I'd love to, actually.”

Keeping with the theme of warm drinks, you make two hot chocolates with peppermint schnapps. Both of your warm outdoor clothing is piled in a heap on the chair by the front door. You and Jean curl up on the couch and move closer and closer to each other as you talk about everything and anything – your favorite movies, your various college activities (you learn Jean was also on the soccer team with Connie and Marco), all the different places you'd like to visit, the frustrations of trying to write or draw.

“Maybe if I wrote something really great I could move somewhere else someday,” you muse. “But until then, Trost it is.”

Jean leans in and lifts his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. You freeze and gaze into his glowing hazel eyes.

“I'm glad you're here,” he breaths your name. An uncontrollable smile spreads across your face.

“Me too.” Warmth from both flirting with Jean and the schnapps spreads throughout your body. He leans in even closer.

“Can I . . .” he trails off. You don't need words to know what he's asking. You answer by surging forward and pressing your lips to his. You both taste like peppermint and dark chocolate. You pull back and giggle. A bold night indeed.

“So, coffee shop tomorrow?” He asks. You learn that you both frequented the coffee shop down the street but were rarely there at the same time. You nod.

“You bring your sketches, I'll bring my notebook,” you promise to hold each other to creating as much as possible.

“It's a date.” Jean looks at you and grins into his hot chocolate mug.

Turns out you have lots to tell Sasha.

#jean kirstein #jean kirstein fluff #reader x jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #date night #aot #attack on titan #sasha braus #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #modern au #snk #shingeki no kyojin #fluff #writing #brave-and-gentle #friendship #roommates #reader x Jean #Jean x reader #historia reiss #ymir #connie springer

[alienpersonnn]

✨ninjago headcannons cuz i have nothing else to do other than sleep cuz it's 3 am✨

Kai has his own brand of hair gel and actually uses it to gel his own hair

Nya was the only one who went to school and she had to teach kai how to read and write (he still has a hard time doing so)

Idk why i came up with this one but Jay's actual hair color is dark blond but dyes is brown, why? Maybe just so he could look more like his adoptive parents but who knows

Zanes hair is literally like a tooth brush

Cole has accidentally befriended kids by accident and would play with them until he had to leave and made kids cry (based on what happened to me at my graduation)

At some point kai wanted to be a hair stylist

Kai is everyones personal barber. he knows how to dye, cut, clean, style everything

Kai, cole, jay and zane mainly spend their money by betting on eachother for the stupidest shit ever. So far zane is the richest so far

Y'know that one prank where you put a bucket of water on a door that's slightly opened? Well, Nya made a more advanced version of that prank cuz of her powers and lets just say that since then a very particular heater hates her for it

Lloyd has called ny and pixal mom multiple times by accident

Zane and nya would make ice sculptures for fun, nya would make the shape of the sculpture and zane would freeze it

Imma just end it here cuz im getting sleepy

#ninjago #lego ninjago #kai smith #kai ninjago #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #nya smith #zane julien #headcanon #ninjago headcanons #headcannons #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #nya ninjago #cole ninjago

[risetherivermoon]

heres another bunch of random specific dndads headcanons, this time its teen addition! ft. Hermie, D00d and Hero

- After everything was done and solved Lincoln and Normal remade the yellow bracelets from early s1, now they're braided friendship bracelets

- Taylor has surprisingly never broken a bone

- Normal took gymnastics before getting into Mascot stuff,

- Scary makes Terry Jr. drive her to hot topic and makes him wait outside while she takes like four hours (terry is just happy shes kinda spending time with him)

- Lincoln has a photographic memory

- In elementary school Taylor tried to hide Cassandra's kitchen knives all around the house 'for survival and easy weapon access.' she still finds random knives around the house

- Hermie did ballet

- Whenever Scary is ACTUALLY mad at any of the other teens she will just call them by their full name instead of either a nickname or an insult, (ex. instead of Linc, Tay, Herm, or Norm; Normally, Taylor, Lincoln, and Herman)

- Scary/Terri's favorite food used to be baked potatoes, but Terry ruined it for her bc they had it in common

- D00d thought Hermie was just some weird guy that walked around and stalked the teens without saying anything, for like...a while, because of how much they all forgot about them

- Hermie was genderless and built like a barbie/ken doll (goofs are beyond gender)

- Lincoln was such a lonely kid when he was younger that he'd make sculptures and give them names and talk to them, notably he had a sculpture of a soccer ball he called Soccie (sock-e)

- Scary has a collection of monster energy cans, especially after everything had happened, she would drink energy drinks to not go to sleep in the paranoid fear she'd meet willy again

- Normal has an extra toe

- Taylor has a life times supply of pocky

- Lincoln makes way too much eye contact

- Hero worked at Swallows Ice Cream part time before switching to the pizza delivery job

- Hermie would have never admitted it out loud but he preferred Teen High's theatre program to Chapperal

- Normal has made and ordered so much Teeny the Teen merch that he cannot do anything without something having Teenys face on it

- D00d tried to make friends with Lark at one point, it was not successful not because Lark got mad at them, but his anti-social behavior (he has never made a friend before in his life) mixed with his fear of the doodler lead him to just kind of try to ignore them

- At one point Hermie had a big cartoonish hammer that they would smack Normal's head with whenever they thought it was funny (the hammer felt like getting hit with a balloon)

- Hero convinced Normal he was adopted like ten different times growing up, Sparrow would usually be the one to have to calm him down

- Scary cut up one of her Mom's dresses to wear for herself at one point and after everything was resolved Veronica randomly asked Scary if she'd seen the dress and Scary said the dog ate it (they don't have a dog)

- Lincoln admitted at one point that he'd never had a slurpee before so all the teens went and got them and he had such a bad brain freeze that he started crying

#i thinks its funny to have the pretty angsty scary one abt willy and then follow it up with a stupid and weird normal hc #i love them all so much yall have no idea #im thinking of making another one of these for the kiddads because literally like half of my thoughts about them is shit i made up #the curse of being npcs in a dnd podcast *sigh* #dndads #dndads s2 #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #dndads headcanon #dungeons & daddies #normal oak #normally oak swallows garcia #normal oak swallows garcia #scary marlowe #terri marlowe #lincoln li wilson #linc li wilson #link li wilson #taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #hero oak #hero oak swallows garcia #hermie unworthy #herman unworthy #hermie the unworthy #dood dndads #dndads dood #d00d #autumn rambles #🍁

[escapismmaxing]

icewing redesign and headcanons!!

this is kind of a jumble sooooo

physical traits

i think they are so huge. easily the biggest out of all the tribes on average 

huge not just in height but they also tend to be chubby and fat like blubber

furred at hatching, but can lose fur as they age, often ending up with partial fur (mane, down the spine, trailing at ankles, etc)

also perhaps “beards” (genderless, duh)

(my imagination for this is kind of traditional unicorn esque, like those fuckass tails + hair around their feet and their mane. yeah)

speaking of fur,,, they have little toe pads with fur sticking out between their toes!

tiny little baby ears to prevent frostbite

antlers instead of horns!! or at least horns with many branches like antlers

kind of smallish wings compared to their body size, so they tend to be slowish, lumbering fliers but they still get the job done

this “style” of flying lets them be very sturdy despite high arctic winds

icewings hunt underwater, so they’re somewhat partially aquatic and can hold their breath for long periods of time (also hence the blubber)

their “spines” aren’t spines connected to their skeletal structure, but quills connected to their skin, so they fall out and regrow a lot, and also get embedded in opponents skin during battle

colors,,, im always conflicted on. for sure natural arctic animal colors (all greys, whites, beiges, yellows and browns during summer months) but also like. fuck it they’re dragons so blues, purples, and pinks too

i don’t remember when i originally did this, but i gave them a pronounced throat sac thing to produce sound and music? so yeah. we’re sticking with that because ive been drawing it for like a year

on the topic of their throat sac! i love to imagine what the tribes individual voices/languages sound like. i think icewings are very veryyyy scary according to other tribes, with deep growling, warbling, and clicking (like a leopard seal). and really throaty hoots and high pitched screeches like a snowy owl!

just saw a video of a caribou (?) fucking screeching. so yknow what icewings do that too (but not in normal communication it’s explicitly like an “uh oh!” noise)

frostscales! and also frostless. warmscales? i don’t really know but they exist to me. they’re kind of a lot less,, harmful than firescales, especially when kept within the ice queendom, because they just add more ice to existing ice

culture!!

so even though snowfall broke down the physical tracking of the circles, that hierarchy persists and there is for sure a hierarchy of dragons with closer relationship to the queen etc

now it’s just less concrete so it’s easier to move up and down etc

i wouldn’t think it matters any less though, like social standings persist

i think the social climate within the castle is insanely different to what it is outside the castle

inside the castle: cold, cutthroat, fuck you

outside the castle and outside the circle: living in a really harsh environment, so an insanely strong sense of community and togetherness, still with distinct familial groups, and icewings probably have one of the more common rates of monogamy/marriage

formal school settings depend on the town, some towns have them,and these towns also tend to be more formal in general and carry more remnants of the circle system

what’s more common is apprenticeships

speaking of apprenticeships,, jobs

hunting is taken on as a community activity, and there isn’t much to grow so there’s not a lot of agriculture

but there ARE a lot of traders/merchants in the border villages

also a lot of icewings who focus on hide/leather preservation, clothing and fabrics, sculptures,, lots of artisan work

lots of holidays, like holidays allll the time (high stress environment creates a need for frequent relaxation)

just for shits and giggles,,,,, some examples

celebration of first snow melt

celebration of first flower buds

midsummer celebration 

summer ending celebration (heralding in a kind winter)

probably during the winter a celebration every biggest full moon or something

you get the idea

i forget if this was confirmed at some point in the books, but i think “royal” instruments are just straight up like woodwinds carved from ice. so they’re royal because they can’t leave the tippy toppy coldest place of the continent otherwise they’ll melt

i think there’s a lot of legends related to like dragons trapped beneath the ice and lost in snow storms etc, just because water beneath ice makes some crazy terrifying sounds

as for population distribution, i think icewings are kind of concentrated at the castle, and then closer to the sandwing border. the tundra is kind of just meant to be traversed rather than lived in

they’re very friendly with sandwings and seawings! also eventually friendly with mudwings because of crystal, and probably at least somewhat friendly with skywings as well

although they did have a history of fighting with skywings for the northern mountain territories, they’ve come to an agreement now

also, of all the pyrrhian tribes, they’re one of the most friendly w the pantalan tribes since the icewing queendom is the hub for travel

fashion!!

so there’s a lot of mixtures with sandwing culture! drums and woodwinds, shawls are popular, beads braided into manes and tails

furs and leathers are common (using all parts of the animals they hunt) and carvings made from ivory are also common art + jewelry

i think other jewelry would consist of like really thin strands of metal looped around their face and antlers (so inconvenient but so pretty)

royal vs commoner

wow these categories are getting,,,, messy. sorry!!

royals have really political weddings still, related to rising in the circle ratings and whatnot (lowkey so much incest within the castle,,, save them)

it’s getting better, and dragons are marrying outside the nobles but still

monogamy would be commonly practiced but i don’t think they’d hold the “nuclear” family model i think all generations would help raise the hatchlings and instill family values into them or whatever

i think it’s similar for commoners, with generational but not communal raising, but obviously marriage is isn’t as pressured, so it’s less common

i generally think marriage isn’t the norm amongst dragons even if a couple is monogamous

as for commoners' view on royals,,,,, very very icy and unkind. royals tend to be really only concerned with royals.

i think they’re so unconcerned, actually, that there’s a whole separate “cabinet of diplomats” setup that live closer to the sandwing border and handle all the dealings with the other tribes. they send a report to the queen every first moon cycle. fucking maybe

royals and nobles tend to have more fun/thick and long fur because fur is really hard to maintain, keep healthy, and keep clean so a royal with a lot of clean and beautiful fur is a really clear sign that they put a lot of effort into their look

versus most dragons don't have the time for that, so over time they’ve lost fur (not completely)

religions/superstitions 

i think they’re insanely superstitious!!

the amount of ermines or stoats they see in a winter correlates to how fast spring will come (more = faster)

also to herald in spring, icewings collect flowers and seeds, dry them, and hang/sprinkle them around all the entrances to their house

polar bears and leopard seals are bad omens. they’re some of the only other animals that can take on dragons. icewings avoid them

(they’re seen as highly holy or a bad omen. or both. depends on who you talk to)

i think icewings think fire bad. you see smoke in tundra? bad. run

however. still. light is rare in the arctic, especially the winter, so it’s bad luck to snuff out a light and often is thought to mean inviting death into your life. this is also bad! 

so coming across a fire? bad. PUTTING OUT THE FIRE? worse. get outta there

i think there’s a lot of myths of seeing apparitions in the tundra and during the winter (that’s just snow being kicked up by the wind,,,, but also what if it’s not)

most common are: a giant dragon-like creature with a horn on its forehead and a finned tail, following this creature is debatable

still with the apparitions: crowd of small rodents (ermines, stoats, lemmings) scurrying about. decidedly don’t follow these, but they do often point to an early spring

i could go on forever.

(i also think icewings use water to “scry”) ((in general i headcanon magic to be a bit more present in the world. not just animus have it))

holy shit this got so long 👁👁 i hope these were somewhat interesting. dm or send an ask if you want more info on any of them i love spinning these guys around in my head i think icewings are so interesting fr.

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jealous girl ♡♡♡ gojo satoru x yan fem reader; obsessive + possessive behavior, manipulation, violence, death, murder lana vibes :0

How long have you liked Gojo Satoru? Ummm... since forever, maybe?

Truth is, you've been an admirer of the handsome white haired man ever since you first spotted him back in high school. Girls would always fawn over the various good-looking guys in Jujutsu High, but your crush never wavered once.

There was something about Gojo that set your heart on fire. He was just so handsome and strong... imagine if he was yours. You'd always be by his side, and vow to make him happy for as long as you lived. If only it were true. Too many times did you fantasize about him being your boyfriend, or husband, so many instances that you started believing the two of you were made for each other.

Despite these intense feelings of yours, he barely knew you existed, to your dismay. Almost never did he glance in your direction, as sad as that is. Chances are he might know you're one of his classmates, but that's about it. For the most part, you didn't really stand out. Compared to other students, you faded into the background. Overshadowed by the outgoing, eccentric students, your shy meek personality made you a nobody. Almost all of your other classmates haven't heard of you either.

The feeling was melancholic, to be so alone. You'd be living a lie if you said it didn't bother you. Once you got home, you'd break down crying. The clarity of your loneliness, and the lack of bonds you failed to make. All you wanted was for a single person to care. To have a person finally see you. You wanted to fall in love, just like everyone else. All you desired was for someone to devote yourself to, and for them to be devoted in return.

Just when you were about to give up, you stopped yourself. The idea came to your mind. There's no need to give up. If your place in the world was off... all you had to do was change.

And so, as high school went on, you'd do your best to improve yourself. Working out to grow stronger and fit, perfecting your powers, and learning to dress nicely and applying makeup to enhance yourself. You'd work hard to become the ideal girl for him. One day, you'd get Satoru to notice you.

As you closed your compact mirror, you turned your head to the side and spotted him down the hall. Eyes softening, you whispered with a faint smile. “Wait for me… okay?”

Soon enough, it was working. You looked way better in senior year than you did in freshman year. Compliments became more frequent, and you had been called 'cute' or 'pretty' often by students who barely knew your name two years ago. Some people even thought you were a last minute transfer student at first with how sudden you appeared on everyone's radar. The outside attention was nothing to you, for there was only one person you wanted to see you.

That's when you decided it was time. The transformation had given you a surge of confidence, and you decided you'd finally approach the boy of your dreams. You had it all planned out. It'd be the perfect encounter, flawlessly orchestrated by your brilliance, and he'd fall for you as if it was love at first sight.

At least, that's what you thought would happen, but...

There's something in the way.

It was another girl in your class. She was popular and well liked by your peers. Unlike you, she had years to grow her overwhelming popularity. Compared to her, your likeness was only a droplet in her sea of fame. There she was, talking to Gojo, but it wasn't a normal sort of talk. She was getting awfully close, and you picked up on her trying to flirt with him. It was sickening.

"Seems like Ani is going for Satoru~"

"She told me they're totally going to go out!"

What?

There was a faint sound. A shatter of glass, like something inside you was breaking. You were petrified. A dull ringing echoed in your ears. Terror struck you down to your core, and your body froze in place like an ice sculpture as you stared forward. Breath and vision shaky, you tried to assess your crumbling reality. There's no way... you worked so hard just for him to get whisked away by someone else? The two of you were meant to be, so this was impossible. This isn't right... this can't be right. This can’t be…

Who does this girl think she is? Intruding on your plans? Does she seriously think she can waltz in and steal him away from you?! It isn't fair.

With narrow eyes and a displeased frown, your face twisted into a cruel scowl. Your nails were digging into your skin with how tightly your fists were clenched. Any firmer, and they’d bleed. A burgeoning jealousy was festering inside of you. A burning rage that would soon heighten into a towering inferno. You were a ticking time bomb, and if you went off, the consequences could be catastrophic. This has to stop. If fate wanted to continue to hinder you, you'd defy it. Satoru will be yours.

A quiet, tired sigh escaped your glossy lips. A stray lock of hair got in your face, but you gently brushed it away with the back of your wrist.

On your knees, you were currently sitting on your legs, resting on the ground. Set before you was a pile of human remains. The gory disarray made a mess of your bathroom floor, and extended to you. Even after removing your bloody dress, the crimson splatters persisted, as your skin and white undergarments were stained with red. The pungent smell of rotting flesh must be awful. Thankfully the mask you were wearing blocked it out. There probably wasn't an essential oil or fancy perfume strong enough to counter it, sadly. Still, you'd do your best. This was for true love, after all.

By the time you were finished, the body was carefully disposed of. Surveying the room, there was not a single trace left. As for your alibi and hers, it was tied up neatly. Since the two of you weren't friends, much less acquaintances, there was little to no connection between you both. And as far as everyone knew, Ani went on a vacation, one that she'd be on for a long time.

Unfortunately, you had to wait a while after graduation to get rid of her, but now that she wasn't in your way, you could finally see him.

"Oh, Satoru..." You crooned softly as you held your cheek. A warm feeling was growing in your chest. Lowering your lids, a borderline euphoric expression usurped your features. Just thinking about him gave you a surge of pure ecstasy. He was as good as yours. Blithely grinning to yourself, you could already picture yourself trapped in his embrace and drowning in his love. You couldn't wait to finally make your dreams come true.

The white haired man was just hanging up the phone. His friend went out on a trip a few weeks ago, but he figured she would've called at least once. They weren't that close, but he couldn't help but think about it. He lowered the device, shoving it into his pocket.

Suddenly, he felt someone bump into him.

"Ah...! I'm terribly sorry..." You apologized sheepishly. Once you glanced up and met his eyes, you froze in surprise. He was just as shocked, if not more that such a beautiful woman ran into him. From your silky hair, pretty face, and adorable coquette style of clothing, he couldn't help but stare. His captivation didn't go unnoticed by you either. Being able to take him back with your appearance gave you a pleasant rush.

"Gojo Satoru!" You beamed happily upon recognizing him. "It's nice to see you."

His charming smile returned as he studied you. "Oh hey! (L/N) (Y/N)... right?" No way... he remembered you! Hearing him say your name made your heart flutter. It felt like a few years were added to your lifespan. "Likewise."

"I see you've become a sorcerer for the school as well..." You observed. Faintly blushing, you returned his smile with a dulcet one as you held your chin. After all, the two of you were standing a few miles away from the building. If that wasn't a giveaway. "Though, I'm not surprised... you've always been incredibly powerful...!"

He chuckled at your praise. "Aww (L/N), you flatter me~!" Faking embarrassment, he dismissively waved a hand at you. The two of you shared a laugh.

"Oh...! Now that I have you, are you busy?" You decided to finally ask him. "I'd love to talk with you over tea."

Gojo paused in thought for a moment before answering. His eyes gleamed through the blue tinted lens of his glasses. It was a tempting offer. "Ah, well... I have a busy schedule... but I think I can make some time for you, Ms. (L/N)." He joked.

Once you heard him agree, you beamed at your small victory. This couldn't have been more perfect. After that, you offered to take him to the closest café. However, as you were about to start walking, you tripped again on your heels. 

"Eep...!" With a squeak, you lost your balance and grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself. Snaking your arms around his arm, you held him securely close to your chest. Your frame was pressed into his side.

As soon as you realized your intimate position, you looked up at him, face flushed with embarrassment. "S-Sorry!" Careful not to trip over your words, you began to explain. "I fought a curse on the way here. I'll be okay, but it cursed me to lose my balance ever so often..."

Total lie. You've mastered the art of acting scatterbrained just for this moment.

Shyly, you went to release him, but Gojo drew closer to you. "Oh, is that so...? Then... until that awful curse is gone, feel free to hang on for as long as you need." He insisted with a hum.

A faint blush of apprehension spread across your face. "E-Eh? Would your girlfriend be okay with that?" You asked with worry.

"I don't think she'll mind," He lowered himself, his face dangerously close to yours. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Considering... she doesn't even exist."

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine as your fond smile returned. She will though, in due time. You thought merrily to yourself.

Throughout the entire walk, you were ecstatic. In arm and arm like this, the two of you already looked like a couple. Gojo was as good as yours.

The two of you were having a delightful conversation. Most of it was just catching up and talking about school. After graduating, you both became alumni that worked for the school, but the two of you never had a chance to formally meet since work started.

Gojo studied your enchanting features. For some reason, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you. From your appearance to your attire, you were breathtaking. To think he completely passed by you in high school. How did you manage to slip under his radar?

"I still can't believe we never talked." He voiced his thoughts aloud.

After hearing that, you paused in thought. "Oh, it's because I used to be really quiet." You confessed with a small smile. "It wasn't until the final year that I decided to reinvent myself to stand out."

"I see..." He hummed as his glance heavily studied your figure. You definitely did a good job at that. He couldn’t stop staring.

A warm smile appeared on your complexion when you met his eyes. "But, now we can make up for lost time, perhaps?"

Your offer intrigued him. Besides, how could he possibly turn down a goddess in human form? "I'd like that." He agreed with a fond grin, and your heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, Gojo's phone on the table went off. You could've sworn you recognized the name on it, but it belonged to a person who was no longer a part of this world. For a split second, your eyes went dark.

He went to check it, but before he could, you placed a hand atop his. The gesture was quick, but gentle to the touch. His eyes instantly fell on you, and your lips parted.

"T-The truth is... I've had feelings for you since school began." You couldn't help but confess.

Face burning from shyness, you avoided his gaze. "I know that's rather abrupt to say, and forgive me for being presumptuous, but..." You lifted your head.

"Now that you're here with me... I can't help myself." You frowned, your eyes gleaming with desperate longing.

"You're just so... perfect..." You whispered breathlessly. Upon saying those words, the world around you seemed to slow down. Lost in the moment, you couldn't tear your gaze away from your beloved. The only man you had eyes for. Staring at him with bated breath, you were in awe of his handsome features. He's like a god. As much as you wanted to kiss him, that would probably be going too far, and this abrupt confession was already treading the line.

There was a moment of silence, and your eyes softened. Callous reality began to break down your wonderous dream, and seep inside. Perhaps this was a mistake. You should've waited before confessing. It was far too sudden. Your expression turned crestfallen.

Suddenly, a hand took your lone one. Your eyes widened in shock. The gesture made your heart accelerate into overdrive. Gojo lifted up your hand, stroking the back of the palm with his thumb. His touch sent an electric pulse through your body. "Hm... how strange, I didn't think I'd get a confession on the first date." He mused.

"Though... that's not a bad thing." He insisted. Everything you’ve said so far were exactly the things he liked to hear. Resting his cheek on his palm, he leaned closer to you. His eyes traced your form. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."

I've won.

Blinking in surprise, your entire being filled with elation. A rush of ecstasy. Your heart was racing in your chest, and it felt like it was trying to escape. You were practically screaming on the inside. Still, you kept your composure as you met his gaze. "I'm glad." You smiled warmly, eyes shimmering with joy.

It felt like you were still locked in a dream. Finally, Gojo is before you, and the only person he has eyes for... is you. He's yours. He’s really yours. It's so surreal, you struggle to accept it is reality. The mere notion fills you with so much joy, words can't describe how happy you are. Just looking into his eyes gives you a rush of dopamine, and it feels like your veins will burst.

The date continued, and you spent most of it getting to know one another. Though, you know most everything about him, so it's mostly just him learning about you. You're very forthcoming about yourself, and you make sure to express how much you like him every chance you get. He seemed to enjoy how bold you were when it came to showing affection. It was as if he was the only man alive to you, and he certainly liked the attention.

It should be obvious, but there was a second date. And a third, and plenty more after that. Gojo wasn't immune to your charms, and he craved it more each time the two of you met. You earned the title of his girlfriend, and you made sure to make it known. Finally, you were getting the opportunity you so desperately yearned for, and it’s just like everything you imagined, and more. Akin to that of a siren, you triumphantly enraptured Satoru into your clutches. However, instead of killing your prey, you'd treasure him for all eternity.

Should he ever discover your immoral sin, it'd be too late. Now that you had him, you'd make sure he'd stay with you, and you were willing to do whatever it takes. Whether it be lying about taking birth control or poking holes in certain protections of his. Becoming his wife was the goal, and you'd soon get there. The wedding bells were already ringing in your head, and they sounded lovely.

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