#Twister hook

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie eats you out on his dungeon master throne, mere minutes before everyone else is supposed to turn up for the next game...

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), semi-public sexual actions, minors DNI

A/N: don’t ask me why but Tongue Twister by Cash Cash really reminds me of Eddie (maybe it’s the tiktok edits) but yeah I just headcanon Eddie as a guy who fucking loves to give head, so here we are! and, I mean, just look at that tongue... anyways um yeah I hope you guys enjoy! <3

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“Eddie, seriously everyone’s gonna be here in like 10 minutes,” you warn him.

“Shhhh,” he hums as kisses down your body, gently pushing you back to sit in his dungeon master throne. “10 minutes is more than enough time,” he smirks as he sinks to his knees in front of you.

“Eddie...” your eyes flick back and forth between the door and your boyfriend in front of me.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he whispers gently, kissing the inside of your left knee.

“I-“ you hesitate.

But Eddie just gently parts your legs with his hands, his lips quickly kissing up your inner thighs. He’s swift to hook his hands into the waist band of your panties and pull them off from underneath your short skirt. You gasp and shudder in your seat when Eddie wastes absolutely no time in swiping his tongue between your folds, licking up through your slit.

Your eyes stray from the door for a second to look down at him and you moan loudly at the sight. His head is completely lost between your thighs, hidden partially by your skirt, his large hands splayed across your thigh, keeping your legs held open as he quickly works to devour you.

You moan loudly and arch your back, your shoulders hitting the back of the throne, your hips pushing against Eddie’s face. You bite your lip to keep from making too much noise, your eyes going back to watch the door just in case. One of your hands finds its way into Eddie dark curls, griping his hair to help grind his mouth against your aching cunt.

“Oh fuck, Eddie,” you mewl shakily when he starts to pay more attention to your clit.

He hums a response as he swirls his tongue around your little bundle of nerves. The room is filled with the filthy wet sounds of him sloppily eating you; his enthusiastic groans and your pathetic whimpers being the only other sounds to grace the room.

“Mmm you always taste so fucking good baby,” he groans. “Just can’t get enough of you.”

His words make you moan again, your eyes closing shut for a moment as the pleasure of it all takes over you.

“Been wanting to taste you all day” he confesses between sucking at your clit. “Mmm and then you were wearing this short skirt.... just made it all too easy,” you can feel his smirk against your pussy.

“Eddie please” you cry softly.

You weren’t sure if you were just desperate to cum or more afraid of prolonging this and risking being caught.

“I’ve got you baby” he whispers as he speeds up his movements, swirling your clit with even more fervour.

“Fuck” you sigh as your hands ball into tight fists, one gripping the throne armrest, the other still knotted in Eddie’s hair.

“Yes, right there. Shit Eddie, just like that, fuck” you plead helplessly, completely won over by him now, your desperation to cum overpowering any other concerns you had about the situation.

“Right here?” He hums cockily, the snugness dripping in his voice as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. “Come on baby I want you to cum for me, need you to cum,” he murmurs as he flattens his tongue, kitten licking your clit with impeccable speed, just the way he knew you liked.

His name is a choked cry on your lips as you finally reach your climax. Your hips grind against his face, riding his tongue as you draw out your high.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl” he whispers as he gives you a final few gentle licks.

You slump back in the chair, panting as you tried to catch your breath again. Eddie places soft kisses to your thighs before he removes himself from between your legs. He flashes a wicked smirk as he wipes his mouth on the back of his Hellfire shirt sleeve. His smirk only grows when he grabs your panties from the floor, twirling them around his fingers.

“Eddie Munson, you give me my underwear back right-“ your demand is cut short when the door flies open and Mike and Dustin walk into the room.

Eddie throws you wink before quickly stuffing your panties into his front jean pocket, going over to greet the boys like nothing had happened. Like you weren’t sat on his throne, desperately clamping your legs shut, hoping it wouldn’t be apparent that you were now completely bare under your short skirt.

Oh, you were so gonna get him back for this.

Part Two

Masterlist

A/N: I’m sure I’m probably not the first to write something along these lines but this was just my version of it, I hope you guys enjoyed! <33

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[disneyprincemuke]

i don't want you like a best friend

alternatively: love wasn't always easy for us (next)

in which their trip to the bahamas two years ago suddenly becomes a push and pull game that neither of them knew the rules to

(series masterlist)

she huffs, jumping as she hikes her bag up her shoulder. with the other hand, she pushes her luggage ahead of her while she shoots daggers at the older boy next to her. "why did i agree to this again?"

"because it's the last two weeks before summer break ends, and logan wants to at least step foot into the bahamas at least once this year," oscar mutters, carefully eyeing the older boy walking ahead of them. "it's not that big of a deal."

"i don't like beaches. it's hot, sand gets in my hair, and the ocean is scary," she lists out her complaints as she narrows her eyes down into another glare. "why couldn't we just have spent it in florida with his family?"

"because that's not the bahamas," oscar points out. "come on, don't be a vibe killer. it's the one thing logan wanted to do this summer break."

she actually doesn't mind the beach all that much. what she minds is watching the guy she's having a current massive crush on flirt with girls and eventually hook up with them.

it seemed like a good idea agreeing to go three weeks ago, convinced that she was on the verge of breaking free from the grasp of his stupid blue eyes and charming smile. but no, she still lies awake at night in the room next to his, thinking about his conversation in the kitchen with oscar about having a reciprocated crush on her.

she was so close to getting over him when she found that out. now it's just like it was about three weeks ago.

she had mistakenly stared into his blue eyes too long after an intense game of twister, tangled up with his body as she tried to retain her title of reigning champion in their household. her arms shortly gave out after that, admitting defeat and then running to her bedroom to call xyriel about her newfound crush.

everyone just assumed she was being a sore loser about losing the title, but she was actually giggling softly with xyriel and leia about how she never noticed how his eyes sparkled under the light. the loss didn't even feel as serious as it typically does.

"the bahamas is stupid," she mutters. "florida's better than that, anyway."

"you just don't wanna be on a yacht, admit it."

"being in the sea for an indefinite amount of time without land nearby just seems like a clear death wish. i'm too young to die! i've got history to make, you know?"

oscar stares at her. "we went to barcelona like you wanted, then we went to scotland like i wanted. so we're going to the bahamas like logan wants."

she maintains her frown. "fine. but you're buying me at least three cocktails when we get there."

"i'm pretty sure logan's got that covered," oscar snorts with a soft laugh. "he said yesterday he can't believe you agreed to this trip."

"oh, come on," logan sighs, throwing his head back and slumping his shoulders. he sways slightly and pouts his bottom lip out at the girl under the covers. "you're seriously not joining us for drinks at the bar downstairs?"

"i don't really feel like drinking," she sighs, shaking her head. "maybe i'll come down for a while to join you guys. but like, later."

"what? why not just come with us now?" logan whines, reaching out for her shoulder to shake her. "xyriel and leia have reserved the table and oscar and lily are making their way. dalton is also getting ready next door. you'll be all alone in here!"

she jolts when his hands come into contact with her skin, making her squeeze her eyes shut against the pillow in an attempt to suppress the goosebumps developing on her body. "logan."

"i'll pay for your half of the bill tonight," he says gently, lowering his face towards her.

"that's actually pretty convincing," she smiles, lifting her head from the pillow to look at him. she wipes her face completely and blinks at him blankly. "but no. you're going there to meet girls, anyway! xyriel will be your stand-in wingman tonight."

another thing that complicated it all for her is also the unfortunate fact that she's gotten so well at scoring logan dates and girls that he's just simply brought her everywhere the minute she turned 18.

but she just didn't feel like doing it tonight.

"what are you talking about? i'm not insisting you join us so you can find me a girl," logan laughs. the dipped end of her bed disappears, making her sigh in relief, only to tense up again when the other end dips down and he is brushing the hair away from her covered face. "let's go out and get drinks tonight with the group. leia, dalton and i swore off girls tonight, and xyriel promised no boys."

she closes her eyes when he has successfully cleared her face from her hair. "that's very sweet, but i really just want to stay in and watch a movie tonight."

"all by yourself?" logan sighs again. "you're going to watch a movie all by yourself on our first night in the bahamas?"

"yeah, the sound of the beach waves really fit the vibe. i was thinking of watching 'forgetting sarah marshall'."

"that kinda blows. sitting by the beach and getting drinks would obviously do you more benefits. it fills up your daily dose of human interaction too."

"i've been interacting with humans all day - we were at the airport where oscar was recognised by those guys, remember?"

"are you still upset about that?"

"yeah, a little! i really needed to pee."

"okay, what do i have to do to convince you to come down and at least grab dinner with us?"

she stares at him blankly, actually contemplating his offer. "you're that desperate to get me out of bed?"

"yeah, lily was asking if you'd be joining tonight."

she groans, slowly scrambling to climb out of her bed. "okay, fine. but you're paying for my bill tonight."

"great! go get ready!"

"see, this is fun, right?" logan smiles, leaning back into the cushion of the couch they managed to snag up in the corner of the boardwalk. "aren't you glad you came out to spend time with us?"

"yeah, i can't believe it," she answer monotonously, sipping on her mango shake. she watches logan lean forward to put his drink down before sinking into the couch once more. the stoic that paints her face slowly contorts into horror as she watches logan swing his arm back to rest on the area that's directly behind her.

her head snaps to the couch directly across her, widening her eyes at xyriel. "help me," she mouths.

xyriel shrugs at her with a sly mouth tugging at the ends of her mouth. the older girl simply starts to sip on her cocktail and tears her eyes off the struggling-to-keep-her-cool girl.

"ah, i know," logan mutters, sitting up in excitement. he slaps her knee gently. "let's go to the dance floor over there!"

she feels her heart start to race, and she's almost sure that it's going faster than humanly possible. she feels her cheeks start to heat up, her arms start to shake, the thoughts in her head start to blur themselves out and she almost slides off the couch the moment their eyes meet.

"maybe not."

"you never wanna do anything?" logan's statement comes out as a question, throwing his arms in the air. "did you even want to come with us to the bahamas?"

"okay, okay!" she throws her hands up in the air to surrender. "you're right - this is our last vacation before the second half of the year."

"exactly! so, let's go!" logan pushes himself off the couch and beckons for her to get up. he steps aside to let her walk ahead but does not notice the way she calls out for help from leia as she leaves their table. "join us when you guys are done eating!"

"ah, be safe!" oscar calls out right before he feeds himself a spoonful of the carbonara he's ordered.

"don't get lost!" dalton, logan's brother, calls out to them with a laugh.

"so, what's it to you? you're singling me out so i can help you find girls in the meantime or something?" she teases, his hands on her shoulders making her feel slightly giddy. she opens her mouth as they walk past the bar counter, hand darting out to tap this random girl on the shoulder. "have you met f2 dri-"

"sorry," logan apologises to the random girl sat at the bar, yanking his best friend away from the counter in horror. "why did you do that?"

"is that not why you pulled me out?"

"no, i genuinely invited you out to the dance floor with me!" logan frowns, smacking her shoulder gently. "i know you didn't wanna go to the bahamas."

"what?" she sings in guilt, turning to glance at him as he pushes past the crowd. "what makes you say that?"

"i can see it in your face," logan mutters with a roll of his eyes. "and you? say no to drinking in a foreign country? no way."

"what are you talking about? i'm not legal to drink here, logan. i'm not 21," she whispers, finally stopping in her tracks to turn to him. "you sound like you've drunk too much already."

"good thing we've got xyriel to get us all drinks, duh," logan answers softly, turning her back around to the direction of the dance floor. "time to show me your dance moves."

"see, we had so much fun!" logan slurs, leaning into her slightly as they walk across the dark pool area after closing time of the resort's club. "aren't you glad you came out with us?"

"i am! you're right - i had a lot of fun tonight," she nods, pushing him up gently to keep him upright.

while the rest of the group decided to tap out early from their night out, logan had whined and insisted that he wanted to see the club vibes through and through. he wasn't leaving until he was kicked out.

their friends raised their eyebrow at them, but she reassured them that she will yank logan back to their shared villa one way or another. even if it meant dragging him across the cobblestone bricks that riddled the entire resort.

so here they are, stumbling right by the villas that would lead to their own.

"but did you have fun with me, though? on the dance floor?" logan grins, slinging his arm lazily around her shoulders. he reels her into his side, pressing his lips against her temples for a wet and sloppy kiss. "i had fun with you."

"it's always fun with you, what do you mean?" she smiles, leaning into his lips as she wraps her arm around his waist.

she'd also given in to drinking a little bit more that night, and admittedly having fun. now they're both buzzed, and she has an excuse to be touchy with him. if it backfires when she does something unusual with him, she will just blame it on the alcohol.

"yeah, you like me more than oscar, don't you?" logan teases, scrunching his nose as he glances at her. "i'm your favourite friend."

she laughs, nodding to appease the drunken state of her best friend. "sure, logan."

"well, now i don't believe you," logan states, pulling away from her. he stomps his foot on the ground and folds his arms over his chest, turning his face away from her. "i don't like the tone in which you said that so you obviously don't mean it."

she turns around, eyebrows raising at his behaviour. "logan, it's late. let's debate this in the villa, okay?"

"nope, not until i'm convinced that i'm your favourite person in the whole wide world."

"logan? are you serious?"

"yes!"

"logan," she sings gently, walking over to him with her arms extended to grab his arms. "let's just go. you're super drunk and we're here for like four days. you don't want to spend tomorrow hungover in bed."

he whimpers, shoulders slumping slightly. he drops his chin to look down at her. "but you would take care of me if i'm too hungover to function tomorrow, right?"

"like i've been doing since you turned 18 two years ago," she laughs, her hands finally making contact with his arms. "let's go, mate?"

"no," logan breathes out, pulling her back into him when she attempted to guide him in the direction of the villas. "stay here with me for a minute."

"what's wrong?" worry paints her face as he starts acting calmer than before. her eyes follow logan's hands, lifted up to her face as he tries to brush back her stray hair behind her ears. "are you alright?"

"have i ever told you," he pauses to trace a line down her cheek with his fingertips, "how pretty you are?"

"only when you're drunk," she whispers back with a playful smile. "did you ingest some kind of poison and you've only got a couple minutes to live? is that why you're like this?"

"no," he shakes his head. a small smile appears on his face, tucking a finger under his chin to lift her eyes up to meet his. "i just think you look very pretty. i don't tell you that often."

she admits she almost felt her knees buckle at his words and melt on the ground at his words. logan had never been a very outwardly affectionate type unless he's drunk, so while this is expected behaviour out of him, it's never gotten quite as intimate as this.

she's had him fall asleep with his head in her lap before on the couch, but never has he been this close to her while whispering sweet words at her.

"it would be weird."

"it shouldn't be."

"logan, are you alright?"

he doesn't respond. and she freezes in her spot when his hand drags along her skin, cupping her cheek as he leans down into her. her eyes widen when he closes the gap between them and she has to forcibly swallow the scream bubbling from her stomach when their lips touch.

it's not her first kiss, but it may as well be.

"he what?" lily gasps, eyes popping out her head as she closes the door behind her. "logan kissed you last night?"

beneath the duvet that covered the bed, a head of hair pops out. she pushes her hair out of her face with squinted eyes and a prominent frown. "i am sleeping, lily."

"i know, but you texted me at 4am telling me that logan kissed you on the way back to the villa. am i supposed to just ignore that when it's the first text message i saw when i woke up?"

the girl scans her friend's outfit, nodding in understanding. lily's hair is still in a pair of braided pigtails, running down her shoulders, jumping over to her bed in pink pyjamas.

"did he say anything after that? did he confess something to you?" lily interrogates her, jumping into her bed excitedly with a squeal on her lips. "oh, my god! you're going to be with logan? oh, i'm so excited! we can go on double dates and go out and do couple stuff!"

she sighs, moving further into her bed to make space for the brit to lie with her. "i don't know what it means."

"you don't know what it means?" the excitement in lily's voice falters immediately. "what do you mean by that?"

"he smiled at me after he pulled away," she says, resting her cheek onto her palm as she recounts the hazy memories of their walk back to the villa. "and then he vomited."

"he hurled? after kissing you?"

"he did drink a lot, so i guess i'm not that offended."

"he hurled? i'm going to kick his ass, (y/n)! what the hell?"

"lily, calm down. it's way too early for you to be this mad," she whines, desperately taking lily's wrist into her hand. while she's not hungover, she is, however, quite affected by the alcohol and the lack of sleep. "inner voice, lils."

"how you're not fuming at his immediate reaction after kissing you is killing me!" lily grunts in a soft voice, smacking her arm. "why are you just letting him kiss you without saying anything else? what's it even mean?"

"we'll talk about it later," she giggles, pressing her lips together. she presses her fingertips against her lips, trying her best to remember how logan's lips felt against hers just hours prior.

the way she tasted vodka on his lips; she doesn't even typically lean towards the liquor but it tasted so good on him.

excitement bubbles in her chest again, now scrambling to sit up on her bed to meet lily's height. "oh, my god, logan kissed me!"

a scowl permanently carves her face as her eyes are trained on the other end of the yacht. there, logan stands, leaning against the wall with a beer pint in hand while the girl standing in front of him throws her head back to giggle.

"calm down, he's not even that funny," she mutters under her breath, sipping on her cocktail for a couple of seconds.

"cocktail, not juice," oscar cries, reaching out to pinch her straw and pulls it out of her mouth. "what is your problem, mate?"

"thirsty," she answers, opening her mouth to lean down to land a bite on his hand. oscar quickly retracts his hand away from her, gasping when she glares at him. "mind your business, oscar!"

"i thought you were finally starting to open up to the thought of holidays at the bahamas? what's wrong now?"

"what's right," lily scoffs, throwing her arms in the air as she rolls her eyes. "look at your stupid friend, babe."

oscar raises his eyebrows in confusion as he follows the driver's gaze to their friend, now one step closer to the girl he's talking to. "what's wrong? this is normal behaviour for logan." he turns to his best friend in confusion. "you know that, you literally helped him snag dates in the club."

she turns her head slowly to look at oscar, maintaining her unimpressed stare as she waits for him to connect the dots. "seriously?"

it takes a couple of seconds of oscar looking back and forth between her and logan before it connects. his jaw drops to look at her with an accusing finger up to point at her. "something happened last night when we left. what did you do? did you fuck?"

"oscar!" lily gasps.

"ew!" she scowls, flicking his forehead. "no, we didn't fuck!"

"then what is it?"

she rolls her eyes, leaning into him to confess. "we kissed last night."

"you kissed?" oscar screams, jumping in his seat.

"shut up!" she hushes him, pulling him back down to sit. she glances at logan then tears her eyes away when she catches his curious stare. "mate, can you be any more subtle than that? i don't think the entire yacht heard you."

"you kissed?" oscar repeats through gritted teeth, leaning into her whispering. "are you fucking kidding me? are you guys absolutely crazy?"

"he kissed me! ask him?"

"but he's with that girl."

"yeah, ask him why he's flirting with her too!"

oscar pauses. "he's not flirting with her."

they turn their heads simultaneously to the boy across the yacht. by that point, logan's practically pressed up against the girl with her hand on his shoulder.

"okay, so he's flirting with her," oscar mutters, turning back to her with a soft hiss and a sheepish and apologetic smile. "you've never let things like this pass. do something."

"flirt with that guy over there," lily suggests, shyly pointing to another blonde at the table right next to theirs. she hides her smile behind oscar's shoulder with a giggle. "he's been staring at you for a while. i swear he pointed at you while he whispered in xyriel's ear earlier."

"what?" she frowns. "i'm not like that."

"you're just going to let logan kiss you then flirt with other girls to your face the next day?" oscar points out. if there's one thing oscar loves, it's drama.

not so much when it's his best friends in the thick of it, but he can't stand the fact that his younger best friend is being screwed over by their older best friend. perhaps logan needs to meet someone who can level out the playing field?

either way, if she doesn't want to level it out, he will do it himself.

and it's just confusing for him because he can very clearly remember logan still pining over her right before they left for the bahamas.

"go, go talk to him," oscar says, flicking his hands towards the other direction to send her on a mission. "trust us. we know how to get logan to talk to you about that kiss."

her stare lingers on the couple, both smiling mischievously at her as she contemplates. "you guys are kinda scary. have i ever told you that?"

"just go," lily scolds, shoving her gently to push her off the couch.

she stumbles forward, giggling nervously as she shyly approaches the table. oscar leans back into his girlfriend, lily wrapping an arm around his shoulder from behind him, her chin resting on the other as they watch the scene in front of them unfold.

their eyes dart from logan to her every couple of seconds, starting to giggle softly when they see logan do a double-take when he sees her leaning against the back of the sofa of the other table.

oscar mutters, "look, now he's getting irritated."

logan's eyebrows furrow and a frown turns his lips downwards when she scooches into the middle of the friends that are sandwiched together.

it's not long before logan approaches them, leaving the girl he was just talking to hanging. they look up at the older boy with innocent doe eyes, eyebrows raising as if to ask him what he's approached them for.

even though they knew the exact reason why.

"what is she doing with them? isn't she supposed to be sitting with you guys?" logan points out, briefly pointing out the girl at the other table. she's sandwiched between xyriel and another guy, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as she laughs and sips on her margarita.

lily shrugs. "i guess xyriel called her over. what's the issue?"

"yeah, mate," oscar challenges him softly, "you ditched us for miss brunette over there. we weren't complaining."

logan clears his throat, taking a deep breath. clearly agitated by the situation, he just shakes his head and rolls his eyes to downplay his irritation. "whatever."

as he walks back to his previous spot, he can't help but let his glare linger on the younger girl. as fate would have it, she looks up to catch his eyes.

a pang of guilt hits him, but he continues walking forward anyway.

taglist: @myxticmoon

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[the-kr8tor]

So sorry to add onto your pile of reqs but I just really love the way u write 😭❤️

Could you write something for some really soft and fluffy cuddling with hobie 🥺? Just some casual banter/teasing here and there while really just basking in each others presence

Hi hun! Thank you for your request ❤️ I really love writing cuddling in bed, just spending time with each other 🥹 hope you like this!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

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The soft music blares out from your headphones, the afternoon rain gives you the perfect excuse to stay in bed for the rest of the day. You're properly tucked inside the covers, the only thing Hobie sees of you is the upper half of your face, lashes kissing the heavy blanket, your eyes are closed, the only indication that you're awake is your feet tapping rhythmically under the covers.

Hobie comes out of the shower feeling refreshed after a hard patrol, he leans on the doorway, wiping the water droplets off his torso, the pajama pants you've bought for him are soft against his skin. He watches as you listen happily to your music.

Hobie tosses the towel somewhere, jumping next to you in bed, you gasp when your body suddenly lifts a few inches off the mattress. Hobie laughs loudly when he sees your startled face, you can hear him guffaw through the music. Lifting off the earphones, you pout at him for disturbing your peace. The rain knocks on the closed windows, the wind howling outside.

"Hobie! I almost dropped my phone" you sit up by your elbows, your eyes quickly scan his naked torso, shutting you up immediately.

Hobie smirks when he sees you staring "oi perv, what are you listening to?"

" 'm not a perv" you murmur, Hobie almost missed it, he grabs you by your shoulder lying you back down gently, you lie on your side, face to face with Hobie. He pulls you by your waist, his fingers caress the soft skin where your shirt hitched up, "alright, 'not a perv' what're you listening to?"

Hobie turns, laying on his chest. His eyes stare at you the entire time, hand glued to your waist. You lovingly wipe at a wet spot he missed on his nape. His eyes flatter close at the contact, making him completely relax, thinking you're massaging his sore muscle. You indulge him, kneading his skin with your fingers.

"You won't like it" he hums a reply, eyes still closed "it's a slow pop song"

"Let me hear it, just pop it in" He groans in pleasure when you massage a particularly tensed muscle.

It's a struggle, giving him an earphone while you're massaging his neck, practically playing twister. You manage though, slipping the other earphone on his ear, the other one on yours. You both listen in on the same music, a smile spreading across your face, knowing exactly what his reaction will be in a few seconds.

He listens in for exactly five seconds before he flings the earphone away from his ear, making you giggle.

"I told you! you wouldn't like it!" You say in between laughs. Your hands stop from massaging him, palm laying flat on his toned back.

"The 'babygirl' got me" he scrunches his nose, making you laugh harder. It's exactly what you thought his reaction would be. You copy his position, laying flat on your chest, hooking your leg over his. His soft pants tickle you slightly.

Hobie has a lopsided smile, you grin back at him, leaving a sticky kiss on the tip of his nose.

He chuckles at your adorable affection, Hobie moves your hair out of your face, seeing you in all of your glory. Heat blossoms on your face, you shuffle closer to him, arms tucked on your side, breaths mixing together.

"You like the pants I left you?" You tease him by smoothing your foot over his leg, feeling the fuzzy material kiss your skin. "You actually make it work"

"What can I say, I look good in everything" he plants his hand back on your waist, this time he fixes your shirt, covering your exposed skin, worrying that you might get cold.

"I know, it's unfair" you pout, he takes one of your hands, intertwining them with his. "Sorry, it was the only thing available in your size"

"And here I thought you bought it on purpose"

"Kinda" you smile widely "at least it's black though" you laugh when he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, sure" to tell you the truth he actually likes it, it's nice to wear something different from time to time, especially when it's this comfortable. "Come closer, you're too far" he acts like you're far away, even though there's no way for you to get any closer to him.

"You could just tell me you want to cuddle" you hold out your arms, Hobie immediately positions himself in between them. You raise your leg up, bringing it over his waist, completely cageing him in your embrace. And that's absolutely alright for him, he sighs, content.

"You want me to massage you again? Or a nap?" You kiss his bare shoulder, sending goosebumps over his skin.

"Nap sounds good, lovey" He yawns.

"Nap it is" you whisper against his skin. You're sure your arms are gonna be sore by the time you both wake up, it's a small price to pay, you'd gladly offer it again to Hobie.

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#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #spider punk #hobie brown #spider man across the spider verse #x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv x reader #atsv fanfic #atsv hobie #hobie brown x gn!reader #spider punk x gn! reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #fanfic #hobie fluff

[cryptidcorners]

Suit & Tie - Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader [ 100 Follower Special ]

Description: You've been stood up on a blind date you were deathly excited for. Miserable and smeared with disappointment, you decide to visit Mike to cool your frustrations—though, it looks like you aren't the only one having a hard night.

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Mike Schmidt

Tags: 100 Follower Special, Hopeless Romantic!Reader, Rough Night, Fluff, Romantic, Friends to Lovers, Confessions, Lots of Kissing, Sweet Talk, Flirting, Shy/Awkward + Tease!Mike, Slice of Life, Domestic, Mike being a Sweetheart.

No Warnings.

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

It was one of the worst nights of your life.

You had fixed yourself a wispy, rich fit for your blind date. As well as saving up enough to pay and have some leftovers to indulge in last-minute activities. Blinded by excitement, you had prepared too much for your own good, and ended up waiting in your booth until after hours. Wrecked with frustration, you began to march outside to hook a taxi driver to drive you home silently. Only to realize a storm you hadn't expected muddied up the roads and made it almost impossible for someone to risk their time for a hopeless romantic like yourself.

So, now you were straying along the lines streets lightly flooded with blankets of darkened rainwater that were filling your shoes and weighting your fabrics. Disaster unveiled within your already distressed twister of a mind, as well as regret and heartbreak. You felt like an oblivious character thrown into the spotlight with a single to be humiliated and ragdolled. You couldn't believe your date had done that. All those bubbly giggles across the phone line, smooth walks in the park. You hugged yourself in an attempt to warm your frosted skin, as well as applying some solo comfort. Hot breaths tunneled out of your throat desperately to challenge your aches, blowing on your timid hands didn't give you a lick of justice. Nor hope.

How badly you wanted to go home and sink into a mindless of blue-screened entertainment from your glitching television to forget everything. To just pass away after all this cruel effort and embarrassment.

Had you really felt so connected to your date? To somebody you'd talk to over a table dressed with scarlet and a vased batch of yellow tulips within the center? Did you think it would work? To click with somebody—it felt so foreign, so alien, so unreal. You hardly knew them, but you still made the glorious effort to fall into available arms at any chance. To be cradled lovingly, to be covered in soft kisses, to be cared for. Would you ever find that?

Your eyes narrowed as tears mixed in with the shower above the black sky. Would you?

As silence crept into your conscience, you heard a voice thorned into your attention. You jolted up, eyes flickering like some startled deer. You wondered if you had imagined it, and your energy halted. 

“—Hey! What are you doing outside?” Your eyes veered towards a tall house, drenched in shadow and fog. It was Mike, calling your name. Suddenly, you felt your heart throb intensely, from not only the sight of him, but from embarrassment. You chewed your lip at the thought of Mike strolling past his dripping windows and seeing your figure, head down getting soaked by the rain. You could draw him being incredibly startled in your head. 

“Hey?” Mike echoed. “You’re soaked! Come—Get over here!” Now knowing you couldn’t ignore his signals to warm hospitality, you sailed across the street. Almost limping as you felt incredibly uncomfortable at the feel of mushy socks growing heavy in your pooled shoes. You huffed, scrambling up the steps to meet Mike’s gaze. His wear was surprisingly lacking that cozy picture you had seen so many times. Instead, he was sharp. Ruffled curls now backed and silky, face lightly shaved and his wear neatly ironed. Your face flushed nervously, “Hey. Hey, how are you?” You sheepishly smiled. It was a pathetic attempt to look grounded, but you couldn’t help yourself. Feeling vulnerable in front of him tugged you in a way you couldn’t explain, as if you had to impress him somehow.

Yet, despite his golden appearance, he looked defeated, and heartbreakingly exhausted. You desperately wanted to kiss his pain away, or see his face light up with that infectious grin you could never mentally shut up about. Mike stepped aside, inviting you inside. “Don’t worry about me just yet. Come inside,” he said and once you entered, Mike unleashed a concern lurking in his mind, “weren’t you supposed to be on a date? A—what’s it called? A blind date?” 

“A blind date.” You confirmed, eyes awkwardly flicked on the mud and storm you were dragging on his hardwood. Mike noticed and stammered quickly, “I can get you a towel, or something. Coffee?” He scrambled quickly to his kitchen, flicking on the light after holding onto your gaze for much longer than he wanted. Before you could speak, you could already hear the flicker of the stove. Mike called over, gripping a bag of coffee beans that was light from great useage. You wanted to deny, but you were too broken to push aside such an offer. With a slim exhale, you answered shyly, “That’d be nice, thank you.” 

As the smell of brew calmed your senses, you relaxed on one of the dining room chairs. Mike turned back to you, smiling, “Right, so. What happened? I thought you wouldn’t be here until midnight?” His gaze hung to the bubbling coffee in the pot, opening up the cabinets to prepare a decorated cup. “Was the date early? Oh, traffic?” 

“No, oh God, no.” You huffed, “I got stood up.” you said casually, and you heard something clatter from the surprise. Mike immediately turned to you, shocked. Without the context, you would probably laugh at his dumbfounded expression. You cleared your throat, “It’s—fine, really. We didn’t even know each other that well,” 

Mike poured the coffee with his eyes occasionally flickering towards you. “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” 

“No, really.” Mike approached, “Here–,” and you whispered your thanks. “I just didn’t expect you to get up like that, you know? And you had to walk home? I could drive you back after you get dried up, you know it’s never a problem for me.”

You breathed heavily, “Thanks, Mike. But, I think I’ll be walking home. You’ve already made me coffee.” you humored. “I think I’ll be fine.” Despite the feel your cup resembling cinder against your fingertips, you still swallowed and cringed at the heat. Though, it pumped some warmth through your veins despite lightly damaging your throat.

Then, you felt your skin grow hot as he leaned close to you. “I insist.” Typically, Mike getting close to you wasn't all that rare, it was just something he did. Though, tonight felt different. “I’ve had a rough night too, and me helping you could make us both feel better.” He explained, “Of course, you don’t––you don’t have to. I’m just, suggesting.” Mike pulled away.

You were fond of his quick rambling, so this question was plastered with a smile, “So, what happened to you, handsome?”

“Fired.” He stated.

“What?” You coughed, regretting your playful tone in a flash. “Mike, that’s horrible!” That explained why he looked like that. His gaze washed, “I know, but, I have a lot of other numbers in my cabinet. I could look, they seem to pay well.”

He sat next to you, “It’s not as bad as what happened to you, though. I haven’t even told Abby yet.” Mike sighed. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Mike,” you were shocked. “Don’t compare what went down tonight for you, that’s—terrible, I can’t even grasp how sorry I am for you.” You cleaned your coffee-stained lips. Mike’s eyes had been particularly hyper focused on your expressions, your body language, your lips. Just to name a few. Mike shrugged as you leaned forward slightly, “I guess we didn’t get what we wanted.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” Mike suggested. You were immediately confused, “What do you mean?” you hadn’t realized how quiet everything had gotten. Even the rain pitter patting against the window had no affect, it was only you and Mike. Paired up with your warm breathing. Mike’s eyes, for once, were maintaining contact. “I mean, I can still tell you how I feel. Like, how pretty you are. And how much I wish I could give your date a piece of my mind right now.” His laugh had always enchanted you. There was something so healthy and wonderful about it. It sounded as if nothing terrible happened to him, that he was content. Mike’s face flushed, “I’m sorry, am I going too far?” he asked breathlessly. As if he weren't tearing you to shreds right here and there. If he knew he was such a tease you doubt you'd be the victim of so many oblivious moments where you swore you were going to faint due to Mike's antics.

You whispered as your tone grew intimate, "No. It looks like you have more to say,"

"Well, I can say whatever you want me to." Mike's voice mirrored yours, and he dragged his chair. Your legs were touching, yet you pretended not to notice. You knew you were so lovesick, and that you could possibly be romantically interested in your best friend. The man that had always been there for you. His attitude was a flux, and Mike was raising his head with a sluggish grin as if he were surprised he uttered such a line. Which somehow made him more desirable in your world.

"I won't tell you anything. You need to tell me honestly." You toyed, "I know you're holding back."

Mike exhaled, "You know you're opening a door you can't close, right?"

"Maybe I want the risk." You tried to stay stable, "Who said I was scared?"

"Nobody."

"You looked like you were implying it, Mike."

He answered with a low chuckle, "So, you aren't going to run away?" Mike's face was dangerously close now. You could taste his breath, his skin was fresh with cheap cologne and lavender soap. Paired up with his lazy gaze and tired voice. It was enough to drive you to the edge, and you could barely muster a reply. "No."

He was so desperate for your approval, the moment you shook your head and opened your mouth, Mike was already smothering you gently. You melted into the kiss, your wet clothes and skin dimming onto his neat fit. Mike's hands were secure around you, obviously testing the waters and going slow. Meanwhile, you were needy. And desperate. And a little new. Both of you were, but that was the magic wasn't it? You had always prayed Mike would be the first person you would kiss. Even if it didn't cradle romantic context. You just wanted him. His giggles, his kisses, his kindness, his love. You wanted his love more than anything it hurt your heart how much, your passion burning in your gut.

You were both growing tired of sitting, so you stood up, growing handsy and messy. It wasn't until Mike found your neck, you folded. Before you could sink into pure joy in the moment, Mike pulled away, gasping. "I'm sorry, you're just standing. Are you okay?"

"More than okay,"

"Well, good, because I—" you cut him off, dragging him by only his tie and your lips to his couch. Passion stirred within the air as you began to unveil his collar and pepper his throat. Where, surprisingly, he was most ticklish. Mike was giggling the whole time, while also growing antsy. You had no concept of how long you two were making out for. Maybe a couple minutes? An hour? You didn't care, even if it hurt your lips, you wanted to be with him. With Mike. Somebody who understood. Your eyes grew glossy as he pulled away, catching his breath while pathetically mumbling a: "I love you, so much. So, so, so much." Then, he brought you back into his eclipse of pleasure. Everything was blurring and the only way to detect a number was by counting all the red marks on his skin because of you. It was all because of you.

You were growing crazy, humming and chuckling as your mouth grew tired of sharing oxygen with him. Once it was finally over, Mike rested his ruffled up curls against your forehead. You were more or less the same. There was silence, until you delivered: "I'm in love with you too." And it had circled, all over again. His lips and hands were on yours, just like you wanted.

Then, you both really stopped. Mike was drinking up the air robbed away from him. He giggled, face bleeding from blush from his flustered expression. "I'm sorry just—give me a second, Lord. I'm gonna pass out."

"Take it easy." You joked and you rested his head on your chest. Your skin was still radiating from your fling, and you couldn't help but blush like a teenager when he gazed up at you, eyes dark with an obvious love for you. He felt the need to repeat, "I love you."

"God, love can't even top what I feel for you." You cupped his face, "But that being said, I'll always love you more."

#💤 mike schmidt #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #josh hutcherson #fnaf movie #fnaf #writers on tumblr #writing #🫢 100 followers

[narcissistcookbook]

FIRST STUDIO MEETING TO DISCUSS THE SEQUEL TO BILL AND TED'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE

execs: hello writers, the kids loved your zany high school time travel movie! time for a sequel, any ideas?

Chris Matheson and Ed Solomon: okay so first of all our boys are murdered by robot versions of themselves from the future, so they haunt and possess their dads to try and avenge their own deaths. then their spirits are exorcised by their mums and they're sent to literal hell where the devil sentences them to an eternity of their personal nightmares. they escape by challenging the grim reaper to battleships and twister, and after they beat him they go to literal heaven where God hooks them up with two permanently naked alien geniuses. meanwhile the bad future robots are on an implied murder spree. Bill and Ted go back to earth and the aliens build good Bill and Ted robots who decapitate the bad robots on live television, and then Bill and Ted and the aliens and the grim reaper form a band and usher in an era of radical world peace by playing the world's greatest guitar solo and that's the plot of Bill and Ted 2

#this is the plot with zero embellishments #bill and ted

[inoreuct]

Zoro vs Sanji, who is the better cuddler

oho. depends on your definition of better >:)

sanji's a Twister. he likes to get so tangled up with whoever he's cuddling that if he fell off the bed they'd fall too. of course with zoro he's a little more lax about his hand placement, but in general he's a leg-tangly, random-limb-placement kinda guy. sanji's a fun cuddler; the kind where you topple into bed in a pile of giggles and you gossip and play with each other's hair until you can't keep your eyes open any longer, and you wake up in weird as hell positions. zoro's honestly used to finding sanji lying perpendicular to him in the morning with one heel hooked up on the headboard and his head dangling off the side of the bunk. (he kicks. he kicks like a fucking donkey and it hurts like shit. the bruised shins are worth it, though.)

zoro, on the other hand, is very much a spooner. he is Always the big spoon. (that is a lie. sometimes sanji is the big spoon.) he likes wrapping himself around whoever he's cuddling, like he's physically protecting them; he also appreciates how easily people fit together back to chest compared to sanji's more chaotic body part roulette puzzle style. zoro's the best after long days in the sense that he prioritises a sense of calm and safety— very much a whole arms-around-waist, heartbeat-to-heartbeat kind of affair. he's especially partial to the scent of sanji's shampoo in his nose when the cook's fresh out of the shower, but he'll never admit it.

#black leg sanji #sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #zosan #one piece zosan #one piece #one piece headcanons

[bonefall]

Tbh I could see squirrel/rat incisors used as an implement to remove ticks

A mouse skull could be a good basis for a rudimentary tweezer, but the cats do have teeth made for grooming. With a little education they could learn to just nuzzle in and bite the head of the tick to lift it out

It would be stupid easy to make a little tick-twister though. MUCH easier than the cotton swab they make out of a moss and a stick (like, how is this moss staying on? Is there a string?). It's just a twisted stick you carve a little notch in.

(Tw picture of a tick being removed from skin)

You could make this out of a curvy twig if you wanted to, or even a prey's femur. Flip the femur upside-down and use the neck and head as the "hook" with a little carved notch taken out.

Super easy.

#Also I think a few followers aren't quite Getting that mouse bile 1. Wouldn't work 2. Would be harmful if it did #No it would not make sense to collect it from a larger animal #No it does not work as is #No it would not be a good method even if both of those things are true which they are not #It's the nail polish remover method but for cats agsgsgd it's The method you're told not to do with tick first aid #Mouse Bile Bad #Herb guide

[featherandferns]

20 smut pls

20. Say that again.

i'm going to hell but at least i'll get a good tan...

idk what jj actually stands for but go with it, please

feel free to request: prompt list

john james - prompt 20

“What does JJ stand for?”

You look to your boyfriend as you ask. The two of you are lounging on the front of the boat as it’s tethered to the jetty of the Chateau. Both of your legs are outstretched; sat side by side. In your hand is a bottle of beer and in his, a joint.

“John J.”

“And the second J?”

“James,” he clarifies, turning his head away from the horizon to look at you. “John James Maybank.”

“That’s like a tongue twister,” you chuckle.

He grins. “Say it five times, fast?”

“John James Maybank, John James Maybank, John Jay Baymank—”

The two of you laugh and you shake your head at the silliness. Uncrossing then recrossing your ankles, you have another swig of your drink. Leaning your head against his bare shoulder, enjoying the last few rays of sunlight before dusk, you smile. JJ presses a brief kiss to your forehead.

“When’d you become JJ then?”

“After I met John B,” JJ said. “Made it easier to tell which one of us was being yelled at by his dad.”

“I’m guessing it was always you?”

“Usually, yeah,” JJ confirms with a chuckle, making you laugh.

“John B and John J. The two Johns.”

JJ sniggers at that, pressing another kiss to your head.

“You’re so weird,” he lovingly tells you. Hooks his spare arm around your waist, letting his hand comfortably rest on your thigh. As JJ takes another drag of his joint, the conversation drifts away with the waves.

You half forget that you’d even asked until a couple of days later. It’s when the two of you are fooling around at his house.

His dad’s out on a bender somewhere (probably Barry’s) and JJ clearly has plans to take full advantage of the empty house. He’s already gone down on you in the kitchen, with you perched on the counter. The only thing that kept you from falling onto your back was the tight grip one of your hands had on the rim of the kitchen top, the other uselessly grasping at his hair. JJ then practically manhandled you onto the sofa in the sitting room, kicking away empty cans and tossing an old t-shirt to the side to make space. A messy make-out driven purely by the haze of pleasure. You’d returned the favour then, giving him head as he sunk into the tired couch, his head resting back on the top of it. You loved the sounds he made; loved how he wasn’t quiet with it. How he’d chant your name and mumble out his little praises (‘taking me so good, baby.’). You even loved when he got a little mean. The way he’d tug tightly on your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail, and force you down so you’d deepthroat him. He’d never hurt you, though. Would stop if you told him to.

You want him to finish there and then but clearly, he has other plans. JJ forces you off him, somewhat reluctant to do so, and you crawl up to kiss him again. Finally, your t-shirts tugged off, and you happily do the same with his. His fingers move around to unhook your bra, but he’s shaking from edging and can’t do it, making the two of you laugh breathlessly. You do it for him, tossing it to the side, and JJ’s thanks is focused to your chest. Kisses that’ll bruise and the gently teething against the flesh that has you groaning. Your head tumbles forward to rest on his shoulder, hands lopping around his neck, fingers weaving into his hair. Subconsciously, you rock against his hard-on, your slick risking him slipping in. The moment he teases at your entrance you’re moaning. Thoughts are a blurry, incoherent mess in the fog of the amorousness, and for some reason a name slips into your mind and tumbles desperately out of your mouth like a plea.

“John.”

JJ stops his assault on your chest with a breath. It’s like that brings you back to reality a little. You catch onto what you’d just said. Before you can think about it too much or wonder why exactly you’d thought to call him by his first name, JJ’s pressing his forehead against yours, kissing at your mouth with a new heat. Okay…

“Say that again,” he mumbles against your lips. It’s a demand. You can’t help but smirk.

Shifting against him again, basking in his desperate whimper that it elicits, you move to kiss at his jaw, working your way up to his ear. You nibble at his earlobe a moment.

“Want you to fuck me, John,” you whisper.

His hands tighten on your waist, firm enough to leave a mark, and you can’t help but giggle knowingly. Who knew that there’d be more things that could get your boyfriend fired up? It’s like you’ve just overturned a rock that had been outside of your house for the past five years, only to find a secret spare key.

He’s hauling you up as he stands (your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist) and then he’s placing you, only semi-gently, to lie on the floor. JJ half-arsedly shoves some junk out of the way; takes a moment to grab a pillow from the sofa for you to rest your head on. But you don’t have the patience for it. You need him now. Pulling him down by his face, hands cradling his jaw, he gladly kisses you back. Not breaking apart, he finally slides into you. You’re practically soaked and he fits in so easy it has the both of you moaning.

“Thank fuck for the pill,” JJ rasps against your lips.

Your chuckle barely lasts a second. JJ starts fucking into you, fast and hard, and you’re not surprised if your eyes don’t roll up into the back of your head. Your hands scramble for purchase; one comes to claw at his back, at the skin of his shoulder blade, and the other moves around the floor before coming to grasp at the foot of the coffee table. He’s grunting, loud and fervent, his head dropping down near your shoulder. One hand cages you in as he holds himself up by the arm, right next to your head, and the other is gripping your hips all mean-like. The sounds you’re making feel detached from you: gasps and moans and pants. There’s no other thought in your head apart from how fucking good everything feels.

“You close?” JJ asks, almost right in your ear.

You nod. Clench around him. He moves his hand from your hip to rub at your clit. It has your back arching, your knees bending, toes curling. It’s like he made you from how well he knows your body. Drew you into existence and willed you to life. Needing him closer somehow, you pull his lips to yours, tethering your fingers into the strands of his hair. The kiss is practically useless, with how much the two of you are moaning, but you don’t want it to end. You don’t want him to pull away but you also want to come so bad it almost hurts.

“JJ, please,” you whine desperately.

“Fuck,” JJ gasps. His rhythm’s faltering. He’s getting tired and he’s so close that he can barely hold it together.

In fact, he doesn’t. He comes with a broken moan of your name, shuddering against you, panting against your neck. You let him catch his breath a moment, indulge in his kisses, knowing that he’ll take care of you once he can breathe again. Pulling out of you, making you gasp, he slips two fingers inside. It’s filthy, the sounds it makes, the mix of the two of you, and the thought alone has you teetering on the edge as he fingers you. JJ kisses at your neck the way he knows you like. Rubs at your overstimulated clit. You come with an almost inaudible gasp, eyes clenching shut. JJ’s chuckle against your throat is dark and muffled by your skin.

“Good fucking girl,” he mumbles into your ear. That has you clenching again, around his drenched fingers, and JJ chuckles again. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

You laugh through a breath. Guess that makes the two of you even now…

#jj #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj drabble #jj maybank drabble #jj x reader drabble #jj maybank x reader drabble #obx #obx drabbles #obx preferences #outer banks #outer banks drabbles #outerbanks preferences #20 #prompts #drabbles

[slocumjoe]

First times*

*consensual *Curie and X6 not included, as I don't believe they've ever had sex

Cait; A girl in the combat zone. She occasionally fought for money, but most of her time there was up in the stands, sipping wine and staring haughtily. Her name was something to do with knives but she fought with a claw hammer. Cait's first time talking to her, she stared down her straight nose at her like a vulture. But she thought Cait was funny, with her broken nose and teeth and wild eyes. Cait thought she was pretty, like dolls you see on billboards. They ran off behind a building, Cait shoving her hands down the lady's pants so forcefully, she broke the zipper. She kept the broken zipper as a trophy of some kind. She still has it.

Danse; He never wanted to, not really. Cutler always had someone. Somehow, Cutler just knew whatever needed to be said to get a partner for the night, and he used that ability often. Danse didn't. People had propositioned him before, but quickly backed down the moment they realized what he was like. His brothers and sisters weren't so juvenile as to tease, but he could tell it was something to fix. Something expected of him. The next person to proposition him, he said yes to. Her name was Abigail, and she all but dragged him to her quarters. It didn't feel good. It didn't hurt, it was just uncomfortable. She enjoyed herself, though, so he considers the issue dealt with. He liked when she snuggled up to him after, but examining that makes his stomach turn.

Deacon; A girl he went to school with. He was fifteen, she was seventeen, and he felt like a champ hooking up with an older woman. He still cringes when he remembers that. Her name was Sadie. She was kind of the town honeypot, with thick, fluffy black hair and pale grey eyes and a smile that could stop a Deathclaw in its tracks. Sadie laughed at a joke he made at a party, and he took that as an opening. One thing led to another, and another led to her between his legs in a broom closet. He didn't ask why she carried a strap-on with her at all times.

Gage; He did a lot of bad shit as a kid for money. Shit he looks back on and it makes him feel sick. The first time he had sex, real sex, as an adult with another adult, the guy was a freak. Twister, he called himself, and he was a big fan of body modification. His tongue split down the middle, pronged. His ears were bigger than his chemed-out eyes. Twister wasn't a handsome fellow, but a young Porter thought he seemed fun. To his credit, Twister wasn't a bad guy, not in bed. He asked if Gage had done it before, what he liked, what he didn't. Made sure to make him comfy. Gage hated it. He didn't want to be comfy. He wanted fun.

Hancock; Oh, Caleb. Sweet, handsome Caleb, who had the eyes of a doe and the dick of a horse. Hancock was a young, broken man, looking to find some relief where he was told it was. And somehow, he lucked out, and met Caleb at a bar. His hair was red, and Hancock, being a shit, called him fire-crotch. And he smiled, his teeth crooked but endearing, and beamed, "at least my crotch burns for a good reason!" Johnny bought him a drink, and Caleb said only if they could share it. Of course he invited him to an alley. He doesn't know what happened to the guy, but damn, if that dick didn't do him good. He's glad his first time was with a decent person.

MacCready; They'd just left for Bigtown. He always thought she was cute, and funny, and smart, and nice, and he always liked how her nose wrinkled when she was annoyed. She always liked him, thought he was brave and noble and a knight in shining armor. They'd never kissed, or even held hands, but they found a little place in Bigtown together. They didn't discuss it beforehand, they just did. And the first night, MacCready went to sleep on the couch. But she took his hand, staring at the floor, her cheeks red, and pulled him to her room. It soon became their room.

Nick; a teenaged Nick Valentine's greatest achievement was shacking up with the star quarterback, some meathead named William Summey. Everyone called him Liam. He wasn't your typical jock. He didn't shove people into lockers, or harass anyone, but he gave the theater and art kids a rough time. Teased them. Thought it was dumb. Especially Nick. Called him gay once, and Nicky crossed his long legs, leaned back in his chair, and purred, "That's of interest to you, huh?" And ol' Liam shut up real quick, turned hot red while his buddies didn't know to beat the crap out of Nick, or give them some privacy. Liam sat by him on the bus, riding home. Nick was cornered, but God, did he feel powerful, then. Next day, Nick got in Liam's Corvega, and they went somewhere private. Last he heard of the guy, he moved to Vermont and opened a bed and breakfast with one of his 'friends' from his college football.

Piper; A trade caravan rolled into DC, one day. A merc stopped at the Dugout for a drink, same day Piper did. She was six feet tall, her long, blonde hair tied back in braids, held together with bone and metal. Her eyes were gaunt, dark, sharper than the axe on her back. And God, her arms, her legs, she was almost like a Super Mutant. Thick with muscle, you could see the tendons move like machinery beneath her skin. Piper took one look at her and froze, and she noticed the flushed reporter, laughed, and turned to Vadim to buy her a drink. Her name was Marta. She pulled Piper away to a booth in a corner, sat on the same side as her, pulled her in her lap. Poor Yefim, next time he came over, Piper paid for a room, and there was no mistaking why.

Preston; His first time was a threesome, and while he doesn't regret it, per say, he does think it was maybe overkill for his first time. It was one of his first assignments as a Minuteman. They just got back to a settlement after handling some raiders. One of the locals, he offered them dinner, happy to offer his food to the town's protectors. So, they had kind of a potluck. That guy had a kid, Isaiah, Preston's age. He was kind of grungy, thin in his long limbs but always smiling. His neighbor, Stacy, she was pale, and much more reserved, she barely met Preston's eye when he greeted her. Well, he stepped away from the party to get some air, get a moment to himself. They followed him. Isaiah stood in front of him, right in front. Stacy leaned against the barn wall right by him. Put her hand on his chest. While he blinked at that, Isaiah leaned in, boxed him in with a hand by his head on the wall. Preston wasn't a fool, he got the idea. He got a lot that night.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage #sexuality isnt a choice. especially not when nick valentine is involved

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

Xander and Gigi head cannons pls?

of course<3. they will literally be the best duo imaginable. i can feel it. not proof read so i apologize if anything doesn't make sense. hope you like them <3. @catapparently helped a bit with this one.

they will literally prank everyone all the damn time. they have a white board filled with prank ideas. (they once replaced jamie's alcohol with disgusting juice mixes they made. jamie ended up barfing for an entire day)

gigi is into robotics and stuff but doesn't know much about it. xander will sit with her for hours a day trying to explain everything to her.

they love playing twister for some odd reason. they're always trying to beat each other's scores.

xander is one of the only people (if not the only person) who gives her coffee voluntarily.

gigi loves lemon flavored scones and xander loves the blueberry ones, so they're always debating and fighting over who is right. (their debates get so intense. once, xander ended up in the pool naked (don't ask me how))

they comment on each other's posts saying things like "omg slay girl boss you ate that up" and stuff like that

when they gossip, they literally hold nothing back. gigi will be talking about a hookup (if she has any), and she'll be like 'and then he pulled out and he said "*****" to me whilst touching my **** and i literally almost came'. xander just sits there half traumatized and half really invested.

gigi writes fanfic on ao3 and will dedicate her fics to xander

speaking of fanfics, xander is also her beta reader sometimes

they cause arguments wherever they go. they'll be having dinner with skye, zara, and the others, and they'll purposely say smth like "omg did you hear that skye hooked up with zara's husband". everyone starts screaming, and they just sit in the back eating popcorn

they listen to cupcakke (the girl with the really dirty songs) together and scream the lyrics.

gigi once walked in on xander getting dressed (he was completely naked). she was so shocked she couldn't move, and xander just stood there staring at her. gigi managed to walk away (disgusted bc she just saw one of her closest friends naked), and xander was blushing profusely cause he was embarrassed.

they have the weirdest nicknames for each other. they call each other things like 'my little sugar plum sprinkled with pickles' or stuff like that.

xander flirts with gigi around grayson just to piss him off and gigi does the same (grayson gets weirded out cause although xander and gigi aren't related, he's related to both of them)

when they facetime, they literally bring each other everywhere. xander will literally go to the toilet with her on the phone. they have no shame.

they have an insta account together where they post the craziest shit ever (they sort of post videos like the sturniolo triplets. i don't watch them, but from what i've seen they remind me of gigi and xander)

xander and gigi make edits of gigi's cats and post them on tiktok.

they both decided to get a helix piercing. (they have matching earrings).

xander and gigi go to sex shops and laugh at the toys. they'll see lingerie or smth and gigi will go 'it's so coquette it turns me off'

gigi and xander cannot spell properly when they text. they'll be trying to say 'yoo wanna come over for a sleepover' but it comes out as 'yu wsna cime ocer for a skeepkowr' or smth like that

they were once at the park pushing each other down slides, but gigi pushed xander too hard and he fell face first into the grass.

after this event, she changed his contact name to 'grass eating cow'

gigi is a little too comfortable around xander. she asks him things like 'do you think one of my boobs is bigger than the other' or 'do you think my ass is slapable'. xander usually just stays quiet unless gigi insists he responds, and then he panics and says something random.

they go to stores to just touch all of the blankets until they find the softest ones, and then they buy them. in their opinion, you will not get a good night's sleep if you don't have a good blanket.

they get really cold easily so they're always huddled up together in a corner.

gigi is the grumpiest person you could ever imagine when she's on her period. xander runs around getting her everything she asks for when she has cramps and stuff freaking out because he doesn't want her to kill him.

gigi and xander vent to each other a lot. they're really similar and so they get each other like no one else does. they cry in each others arms regularly but always end up laughing bc some of their problems are just so stupid.

gigi helps him draw his missing eyebrow back on for events with an eyebrow pencil. she's gotten quite good at it.

at the end of the year, they organize this event where they talk about their fav fanfics and crown one as their absolute fav (they have different categories like smut, romance, au, etc)

for halloween one year, gigi dressed up as a dildo and xander as a pocket p*ssy (gigi dared him to)...

(don't mind that last one, my sister dared me to add it)

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #gigi grayson

[ratsoh-writes]

Ages updated!!!!

I’m gonna do my best to include all important characters, including some “side characters” that appear often enough! So let’s begin!

Undertale: Sans: 65, papyrus: 49, Undyne: 47, alphys: 54,Toriel: 934, Asgore: 933, Grillby: 522, Mettaton: 22

Underswap: Star: 60, honey: 44, Twister: 44, Winter: 1013, Napstablook: 23

Underfell: Red: 66, edge: 43, storm: 44, King: 998, felltron: 21

Swapfell Mal: 60, cash: 51

Horrortale Oak: 75, willow: 59, Miss: 944

Horrorswap Lilac: 70, Basil: 54

Horrorfell Rust: 76, Noir: 53

Underlust Charm: 66, sugar: 52, Amor: 367, winnie: 10

Lustswap Sparks: 59, Salt: 50

Lustfell Lush: 63, Pepper: 51, Jezebel: 212, Marcelo goldenfoot: 455

Lustswapfell Sir: 68, weasel: 52, snow: 61

Lustred Flambe: 55, Pesto: 54

Lustgold Butler: 68, gold: 49

Outertale Pluto: 67, Jupiter: 49, titan: 598

Outerfell Orion: 60, atlas: 52

Outerswap Helios: 44, Artemis 36

Fellswap Lord: 60, mutt: 53

Fellswap gold Wine: 64, coffee: 50, Empress: 1033

Farmtale Peaches: 51, rancher: 46, Rosemary: 550, Yosemite: 501

Farmswap Cider: 50, Barley: 42, Carmen: 85, whisky: 520

Farmfell Ram: 49, pitch: 40, russet: 478, pooch: 489

Horrorfarm Moose: 64, maple: 53

Mafias Butch: 60, snipe: 58, ace: 53, boss: 50, slim: 48, bruiser: 45, tempest: 64, Don: 645, Madame: 647, Mr corgi (aka Charles): 67

Birdtale Quill: 59, crow: 51

Birdswap Mango: 62, papaya: 36, canary: 278

Birdfell Roost: 53, harpy: 42, Lewis: 90

Draketale Alden: 68, Ollivander: 60

Drakefell Barin: 71, Arwin: 59

Drakeswap Hilda: 66, saga: 63

Seatale Fisher: 60, Jasper 25

Seaswap Finn: 59, sails: 27

Seafell Hook: 58, captain: 30

Gastertale G: 80, green: 79

Dancetale Pop: 52, rhythm: 45, salsa: 678

Theatretale Tempo: 50, vibrato: 29

Fallouttale Lens: 69, cricket, 49, piranha: 65

Templetale Zen: 67, shield: 35

Nomadtale Gears: 49, compass: 42, copper: 645, lilo: 21, weave: 126, wisteria: 157, linden: 158

Here’s a quick rundown of a monsters lifespan:

A common monster has a life expectancy of 700 years give or take. The oldest monster in record (that wasn’t a royal) was a Drake monster who lived 732 years.

They are considered infants/babies up until the age of two. Toddlerhood is from 2-6

Children are from the ages of 7-13. Most monsters start public school at ages 7-8

Teenagers are from 14-19. Monsters mature at a slower rate than humans, and so while the body may look grown in the later teen years, they have yet to develop sexual maturity until around 20.

Once 20 they are considered adults, but some subspecies can continue growing up till 30

After puberty in the early 19-22 range, a monster is considered a young adult from 25-190. You can compare those ages to a human in their early to mid 20s physically

Middle Ages range from 200s- 400s roughly

500s are considered older and retirement age, 600s are elderly. Anything past 680 is fragile

The lifespan goes down with halfbreed monsters ( “full” monster parent and “full” human parent) where they live around 600-650 years

The lifespan takes a bigger drop for mages who have an expectancy of 250 years. Witches (humans who have trained to use magic) are known to live up to their 130s if they aren’t soulbonded to a monster partner.

Monsters and half breeds born with the disease called dimming rarely live past their 400s

An exception to the monster lifespan are the “royals”. They take a ritual after being voted into office that binds them to their country, making it so that any decisions they make for the country has to be for its and the peoples benefit (as far as they believe), making them a servant to ebott for the rest of their lives, but extending their life and health in return. The ritual can be broken for the royals who wish to retire and die in peace. The oldest recorded ruler was rumored to be around three thousand

And now the crash!!

For those who don’t know what that is, it’s when all the AUs merged (and my excuse for why all these guys are in the same place lol).

The crash started 17 years ago, and ended within 9 months. Since then no other mystery groups of monsters have been discovered.

Here’s a brief timeline of ebott from crash until now

First day: the land mass that holds ebott appears

Day 2: undertale, underswap, gastertale,, dancetale, theatretale, templetale, all the “farm” AUs, “lust” AUs and the “outer” AUs

Month one: the bird AUs fall from the sky, the nomads stumble out of the forest and the sea AUs mysteriously arrive on ship to shore

Month two, after two months, most of the fell aus (underfell, swapfell, fellswap gold) appear

Month three, the factory (mafias) monsters appear along with the “ghost city” now inhabited and known as ebott city, the capitol. A few weeks later, the fallout monsters appear and ebotts first official hospitals are created

Month four, the royals are finally brought together after threats of inner fighting, and Asgore is voted in as the king

Things settle for four more months, and the new land is explored, vary basic laws are out into place, and things start getting divided into districts.

Month five: Ebott makes contact with several other countries and is introduced to the worlds currency system. Ebotts gold, silver, copper coins is recognized as a currency by the rest of the world

Month seven, the first and only orphanage is founded for any unclaimed children.

On month nine of the crash, the monsters finally access the underground, and to their horror, they find three separate chambers housing the starving horror AUs who had no idea everything that was going on above.

Month ten, land is sold and divided, and ebott begins creating large scale farms

May 20, 2007, ebott celebrates their first official year as a country. The capitol city is named new ebott (cause Asgore sucks at naming things and frankly the rest of the royals aren’t much better)

May 30th, the royal guard is finally re-organized

December 2007, ebotts first countrywide gyftmas celebration, also an official design for the flag and coins are voted on and implemented

February 2008, the first official jail is built and used in ebott lol

July 2008, ebott is finally let into the rest of the worlds internet, and electricity reaches more areas besides just ebott city

August 2008, ebotts children and teens discover tik tok, and it is unanimously decided by every one that a standard public school has to be created

Late august 2008, the first public school is finished in city center

September 2008, the number of school sites number around 300, and counting

January 2009, ebott state college is built and open

April 2009, the ebott scouts is formed, and children hoping to join the guard in the future are able to sign up.

March 2010, ebott is opened by presiding countries for international students and charity programs

November 2010, the following of lady magic opens the temple to the public, and takes over the maintenance of what used to be known as the horrors underground. A grotto is transformed into a place of remembrance for those left behind before the crash

May 2011, the core from the stable underground is moved to the surface and duplicated into several other power factories. All of inhabited ebott is at least within an hour of power

May 2012, the stable underground is open to the public as a tourist attraction. Ebotts is opened by presiding countries to tourism

February 2013, because of public pressure from mainly farm, bird, lusts and the temple monsters, human-monster marriages are now recognized under the state as valid

July 2013 A farm monster discovers how to successfully cultivate magic crops from the underground, aboveground. He shares the secret for free, and other farm monsters take initiative to start sharing their own crop secrets. He is awarded the title of prince.

January 2014 Due to complaints about side effects from human foods, money is poured into research about safer ways to process and preserve foods in ebott.

April 2014, mellowmart becomes the largest company in ebott, finally beating out Walmart in scale.

December 2016, ebott petitions to be recognized as a free independent country to the United Nations. Ebott is turned down

December 2017, ebott petitions again to be recognized as an independent nation

February 2017 Immigration into ebott is closed, and monsters begin boycotting imported human goods. The ebott navy is built.

July 2017, ebott is declared an independent nation

March 2018, the royals declare ebott self sufficient in feeding the country when the amount of food related exports finally exceeds the imports for the first time

July 2018, ebott celebrates its first freedom festival

October 2018, the first college dedicated to the arts is opened in the captitol

July 2019, magical spars are declared the national sport after a grueling battle between spar fans and pickleball fans

November 2019, the first echo festival is celebrated in Goldenvalley

February 2020, humans not born in ebott are finally allowed to apply for citizenship, and the process for that is created.

April 2020 the goldenflower festival is organized for the first time

September 2020, several big brands like coco cola, Hersheys and nestle are banned in ebott when complaints of health issues becomes too much

March 2021, Wendy’s becomes the first company to create a monster-safe fast food outside of ebott, and after months of testing, is given permission to sell. Many other food companies follow and begin making separate recipes for their monster customers

May 2022, snails are declared the national animal of ebott, and popular snail breeds are recognized and the society of the domesticated snail is created for shows and licenses

November 2022, a different country tries to declare war on ebott on the grounds of them “stealing” their young working force (immigrant workers). Ebott threatens to close borders to tourists, those coming for medical care, and all outside companies selling in their lands. The untied nations slaps down the country declaring war.

February 2023, a new branch of the royal guard, called the NPTRF (national people’s trafficking relief foundation) or more commonly called the reverse kidnappers by ebotts supportive teens, is founded to combat the rapidly rising issue of monsters and humans being trafficked and dragged outside the country

#worldbuilding #I may add more to the timeline in the future #depends on if anyone suggests some necessary events

[cupidsfaerie]

hook x fem! reader

summary: y/n helps hook feel better after a long week at work. ·˚ ༘

genre: fluff! ·˚ ༘

y/n had noticed hook seemed more and more tired and stressed each night that he worked. he was training harder than ever, spending all of his time in the gym, and constantly putting in the work to improve his wrestling abilities. y/n was proud of him, but she knew that he was stressed out, she knew that he needed some time to destress.

she took it upon herself to set up a way for hook to relax and not worry about work. with him being out for the morning visiting his dad, she found herself first stopping at the store, grabbing all of his favorite chips, candies, drinks, and other snacks he enjoyed. she filled her basket with snacks, until she found herself in the board game section. she found that people always had fun when they were playing games, and knew it would be a fun idea for them to do. she chose uno and monopoly, since they were key classics, and twister incase they got bored of the other two. she finished her shopping trip by grabbing candles and some wine, before checking out her basket.

once she finished, she checked out all of her items and made her way home. they always hung out on his day off, and she wanted today to be the most relaxing day they had in a while. after making her way back to their shared apartment, she found herself with an hour to spare and set up everything she wanted before he would make his way home.

she set up each board game on the table, giving him an option of what to choose, and set up each of his favorite snacks next to them. she placed two wine glasses onto the table, and poured wine into each, setting them up next to the snacks. once she had arranged everything to her liking, she lit candles all around the house to set the mood, and smiled once her work was completed.

she checked the time, noting that she had twenty minutes to spare. she went into the shower, rinsing off, and putting on a floral lounge set once she had finished showering. after she had finished, she walked out to where she had set up everything, and turned on the playlist that she had made for hook as she waited for him.

as if right on queue, she heard the door unlocking. she smiled looking up, and saw hook looking around. "babe?" he questioned, as he saw her. "woah, what is all this, baby?" he stated, as he examined all of the things that she had set up. y/n walked up to him, placing her arms around him. "well, i noticed that you have been stressed out lately. i know it's your day off, and i want us to spend it together without you having any worries." she said. hook smiled as he looked at her in awe, "you're amazing, you know that?" he stated. "so you've told me." she said, jokingly.

she walked over to the wine, handing him his glass, and smiled. "you managed to grab all of my favorite things." he said, as he started to sip on the wine. "i wanted everything to be perfect for you." y/n exclaimed, as she grabbed his hand. "i spent all day perfecting this setup for you." she chuckled, "i really hope you like it." she added, causing him to place his wine glass down. he planted a kiss onto her lips, and smiled, "i love it." he said.

y/n smiled as she watched hook start to eat the snacks she picked out, giggling when hook placed one of the chips in her mouth for her. "you're too cute!" she said, "which game do you want to play, baby?" she questioned. hook looked around at all of the games, "i think i should spend this off day kicking your ass at monopoly." he said.

the end.

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this fic is so cute, such a fun little idea that came to my brain! hope you liked it! <3

#aew #aew hook x reader #hook aew #aewhook #hook x reader #wrestling imagine #wrestling fanfiction #aew fanfiction

[summerendroll]

sharing my neotwewy thoughts that felt too mean to post when the game was coming out and people were excited about but tbh i felt its biggest weakness wasnt its struggle to balance out developing the new characters and returning cast which wasnt helped by the fact that the reapers game is no longer played in pairs but in larger teams, or the change from very unique combat to lots of button mashing, but a loss of some sort of individuality. like its echoed by the story itself in what i already said about how you lose some ability to focus on developing characters when you commit to a hugely expanded cast and having more characters around at a time, and the fact that they couldnt quite let it be the new kids story OR commit to the returning characters plotlines both new and continuing.

but like neo looks "better" in the same way gg strive often does where its more polished and everythings kind of sanded down for wider appeal. i dont dislike any of the redesigns except maybe shos but i dont love any of them either. well i liked kariyas actually . BUT overall its just so sad to me how twewy was so focused on individuality and how its a GOOD thing everyones different and theres so many different personalities and fashions and opinions out there and it was so good at getting u invested in characters and the petty problems of minor characters in the rg. and then in neo that emphasis on individuality and on getting to know individual characters is lost immediately. none of the wicked twisters designs communicate all that much to me very effectively. i am so so so invested in the original cast but they just did not hook me well enough with the new kids because theyre immediately overshadowed first by sho then the idea of neku then beat then rhyme and then neku again and also the question of wtf has joshua been doing this whole time to let this happen. and by all the unanswered promises and questions left by a new day

#beat really carried that game on his back. on his. skateboard. carried ti on his skateboard #sorry to neo twewy u just did not do it for me brother #u had big big shoes to fill. but i get the impression the writers just did not have the same love for u as they did ur big sister #or maybe thats just me being harsh. idk. its rough for neo because the original game did SOO much to communicate its ideas #sooo so much

[miss-multi45]

Helloooo!!!!

I was wondering if you could write about the ghouls and/or ghoulettes with a reader who gets injured with dumb backstories?

“What happened this time.”

“Broke my leg playing twister.”

I JUST LOVE SILLY PROMPTS. (Also because i’m hooked onto your writings!!)

thank you darling! ♡♡

a/n: female reader in omega's

swiss

"what the fuck happened to you?" "..i snapped my ankle kicking a football.." "WHAT." "yeah.."

so confused, like, wtf???

sodo

also does that

"dude i did that once. hurt like a bitch." "really?" "no."

gives you advice and tells you the stories he has

rain

wonders how weak your bones are

"how did you sprain your ankle by jumping..?"

sits there, pondering if you're ok mentally and physically

phantom

finds it funny

"phantom, i broke my finger getting out of bed." "HUH?!"

is also confused

aether

when you tell him what you did, he sighs in 'what am i going to do with you?'

monitoring you 24/7

mountain

worried about how you do it

" HOW DID YOU BREAK YOUR ARM BY FALLING IN THE SHOWER?"

puts up with it because he's in love with you

omega

"darling, princess, my love, how are you doing this?" "..uh.."

becomes more vigilant of your surroundings

has a hand around your waist at all times

alpha

"baby..are you ok?"

he's not really concerned, just very puzzled

doesn't like how chill you are about it

ifrit

stares at you blankly

"little lamb...what in satan's name do you spend your days doing?"

also wonders how weak your bones are

aurora

"uhm..pretty baby..how?"

scared

like, how many things can you break your bones on?

cirrus

"darling, what?"

in disbelief, doesn't understand how you can break your leg playing twister

cumulus

"uh...how?"

also in disbelief

won't leave you alone in a room anymore

mist

"nice."

also thinks it's funny

she will help you though, not just laugh at you

#my writing #ghost band x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghoulettes x reader

[coffeebanana]

🐕‍🦺for the summary

A drunken game of Twister somehow lands Marinette in Adrien's bed. And there's cuddling. The sort that feels like maybe it's leading to something a little less than platonic. So when an Akuma interrupts the fun, Marinette is NOT about to let Hawk Moth win. Not tonight. This would have been a lot easier if she'd remembered to transform.

"Come on, Adrien." She yanked his hand harder as they raced down the stairs. This would have been so much easier if she could just carry him, but superpowers or not, she didn't exactly trust her coordination right now. "We just need to get to the--fuck!"

Skidding to a stop on the landing between the second floor and the lobby, Marinette stared in horror at the purple smoke that was already creeping through the cracks around the door below. They'd been too slow. It was time for plan B.

Letting go of Adrien's hand (regretfully), she reached for the yo-yo hooked to her--wait. why was it in a pocket? Why did her suit have pockets?

Well, probably for the same reason her transformation had given her a fuzzy onesie and slippers in the place of her usual transformation. Tikki must have been affected by her drunkenness.

None of that mattered so long as she could still do her job and get Adrien to safety. Smoke was quickly filling the landing below, but it hadn't yet reached the hole in the middle of the staircase, which extended to the parking lot floors below. All they had to do was drop down there and they'd be able to find a new exit.

Marinette tossed her yo-yo towards the bannister, frowning as she watched it in midflight. Even her weapon didn't look the way it usually did. It was red, sure. But it lacked its usual spots. And as for ease of handling...it crashed to the floor half a metre away from its destination.

Ugh. Apparently she was going to have to do this the hard way. She bent down to pick up the yo-yo, and was about manually wrap it around the bannister when Adrien grabbed her wrist.

"Marinette, I'm not sure--" Adrien broke off when she whirrled around to face him.

"Adrien, I know you're scared."

"Oh. I'm not actually--"

"But you have nothing to worry about. You're safe with me." She stepped closer, raising a hand to cup his cheek. She had to keep herself from licking her lips at the tiny gasp he let out. There would be time to explore whatever that meant later. "You're always safe with me."

His gaze softened, and he gave a small chuckle. "And normally, I wouldn't doubt that. But..."

Marinette dropped her hand, frowning. Why was there a but? She was freaking Ladybug! And even if she weren't, she'd still find his lack of faith insulting.

He certainly hadn't looked at her that way earlier, when she'd had to crawl underneath him to place her right hand on green.

...

thanks for the ask!! 💜

#ask response #wackus-bonkus-maximus #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #ladrien #sort of #marinette THINKS it's ladrien at least 😂 #this is pure crack because like. i genuinely refuse to believe someone can ACTUALLY be this drunk but #it's FUNNY OKAY #i also have other ideas about how this plays out--and backstory for why she's wearing the onesie #but i'll keep those to myself for now on the odd chance i ever end up writing the rest of this LOL

[hayheadd]

I am so obsessed with ur warrior au I love the designs SO much,, ; ; I was wondering if you had any ideas abt the rest of the Apple road gang??

Yes I dooooo!!!!

The one design I have posted on my tumblr is Lara whose warrior cat name is Riverpebble. I mostly chose this name because she just looks like she would be a Riverpaw. And also Riverpebble. Gravelpebble. Gravel. It kind of fits. And her nickname in the original is also water based (trout). She's a long-furred gray spotted she-cat with blue eyes

I'm still not sure about the exact name I want to give to Grief. In russian his last name is literally owl but I couldn't find any suffixes that would fit his character and also not sound like a tongue twister with the -Owl prefix. So I decided eventually to call him Sleektalon, again cause he would definitely be a Sleekpaw and for that nice owl/bird imagery. Maybe his nickname is Owl instead of Grief. I imagine him as an orange tabby tom with green eyes. (holding a fishing hook)

Rubin!!! He is bald. So I made him a black (massive) donskoi cat with fur on his chest, legs and tail with yellow eyes (based on this kitty) (kind of like the opposite of my herb bride designs)

His name is Rockfang. Because rubies are rocks. If he finished his menkhu training he would've been a Rockheart

as a bonus i give you Katerina Saburova named Molesight (looking tortured)

#pathologic 2 #pathologic #lara ravel #bad grief #stanislav rubin