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A new side

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Dom! John Mactavish x sub! fem! reader

Minors do not interact. 18+. NSFW. Smut.

Warnigs are under "readmore"

⚠️ warning ⚠️: praise, oral Fem receiving, fingering, overstimulation, rough sex (but not hardcore rough like in the gif), powerplay(?), manhandling, gloves stays on (hehe), doggy style, hard backshots, light bondage, unprotected sex, p in v. If I miss something, pls let me know.

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A/N: This is my first time that I write for reboot Soap. This fic, I have take time to write instead of rushed like the drabble with Captain Mactavish. I'm more satisfied with this fic. It's also proof read. The backshots are inspired by the post I saw of Soap backshots hdc. The fic is 2nd pov, and I use (Name) a couple times. I hope Soap is in character. In the fic, Soap wears the "hawk uniform". Also it's pretty self indulgent. And I hope you enjoy my fic, I did my best!

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While you are cleaning materials you use for watercolor painting and tidying up before you go home, you receive a Whatsapp message from John, your boyfriend.

You look at your smartphone screen and read his message.

John: Hey (Name). Remember few days ago that you have asked me to act as Sergeant tae ya?

Your eyes slightly widen when you read his message. You glance around if your colleagues' artists are in distance from you and not walking close to you before you reply.

You don't want anyone to look at your phone. Your mouth turns into a grin while you type a message back to John.

(Name): Yeah, what about that?

You send your reply. It honestly sounds to you like a dry answer that you send to him, but you don't want to get too hyped and only get disappointed if you reply with 'Does that mean you're going do it?!' You see John is typing and sending another message.

John: Have thought about it. And since you asked me nicely, I will do it for ya. ;) Today after you come back from work.

The message made you squeal. You feel bashful of his message. You put your hand to cover your grinning mouth.

You remember a few days ago when you asked John to act as Sergeant to you in an intimate time, (well John really is a Sergeant) he was slightly surprised and asked you why.

You gathered all your courage to tell your reason and, obviously John teases you about what you've told him. But he has figured it out a while ago that you find his military side hot.

You feel honestly a bit ashamed but you know that John will never judge and be respectful to you. You've also told him that he can think about it, since you've noticed that John was thinking of what to answer after he teases you, his face expression showed he was serious and doubtful. So John needed some to think about.

And today, he gave you the answer that makes you happy. You are now quickly continuing cleaning and tidying your watercolor painting materials with enthusiasm.

You can't stop smiling, your heart is racing in your chest, you feel like this is the best day of your life. After you're done with cleaning and tidying up, you put your coat and put your shoulder bag over your shoulder, say goodbye to your colleagues before you leave your art gallery studio.

You walk to the train station, you see you have to wait for four minutes until your train arrives. While you wait, you put your headphones on your head to listen to your music.

You notice that not only do you feel excited but also nervous. Many scenarios of how and what will happen between John and you in an intimate time fill your mind. "Maybe he will act as Sergeant while waiting for me in our bedroom? Or is he going to suprise me when I enter our home?"

You begin to think a bit too much, your feelings of nervousness and excitement grow slowly bigger as every minute has passed, and you come closer to home.

Half an hour has passed, and you walk to your home with a bright smile. Your cheeks hurt from smiling. You grab your keys out of your coat, before you put the keys in the lock of the entrance door of the house, you take a deep breath.

You unlock the door and enter the hall of John's and your house. You close the door behind you and put your keys in your coat. You pull your coat and your shoulder bag off you, after that you put your coat on the coat rack before you enter the living room.

You put your shoulder bag on the couch, your eyes wander around in the living room, you hear only the sound from the radio but, no sign of John.

That you only hear the radio and John isn't here feels a bit intense for you, since he told you-now more messaged to you that he will do it today, you don't know what he's planning.

"Special Forces! Show me your hands!" You heard a sudden loud masculine voice from behind, which made you startled. Thankfully, the voice sounds familiar because it's your boyfriend John.

You wanted to move, but for some reason, you froze, since it was out of the blue for you that John commanded out of a sudden. "Now turn around." As you submit his command and turn around, you let out a breathy gasp when you see John holds an old rifle and is pointed at you, that he literally pointed his old rifle at you made you jolt your and with your instinct you take a small backwards.

You also see John wears an blue t-shirt, over his t-shirt he wears an tactical vest with gear on it. He wears washed blue straight leg jeans and black hiking boots. John has tactical straps over his right clothed leg. The tactical straps is attached on the leather brown belt. He also wears black gloves and an watch on his left wrist.

It makes you a bit nervous, you feel your body tense. John's face looked serious and intimidating. Your eyes meet his blue ones, it feels like he's staring at you like you're his target.

He makes you feel uneasy and nervous. His face turns more calm and friendly. "(Name), calm down." Said John, trying to reassure you.

He lowers his old rifle and shows you it doesn't have a mag since it's an old weapon. "It's complete empty. No mag. No bullets."

You sigh with relief. If it wasn't John but a different unknown man that pointed a rifle at you, then it would be a much different story, a scary one.

After John sees you being a bit more relaxed, he goes back to serious Sergeant self and points his old rifle at you. Of course, John will keep an eye on you, he makes sure you will enjoy it from the beginning to the end without being hurt. "Now get on your knees." John commanded you.

That he commands you is so thrilling. You slowly get on your knees at your own pace, trying not to lose your balance while still keeping your hands up.

John puts his old rifle in his medical vest, so it's stuck and hangs on it. He walks to you, turns around and goes kneeling behind you. You feel his gloved hands touching your body, checking if you have a dangerous object which obviously you don't have.

But you feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, making you feel bashful. You suddenly let out a shudder of breath when John feels his gloved hands glide over your sides and curve from up to down.

You get goosebumps when you hear his chuckle. "Ye're one of the few targets that listen well to my orders without protests." His comment made you smile shyly at his teasing tone. But you're not sure if it's a compliment.

You noticed that you're in the role as the target for John. "Well, why shouldn't I? Besides, I did nothing wrong." You said and let out a small nervous laugh of feeling excitement.

You hear John chuckle from behind. "Ya really think ye'r innocent? If ya really are, I have to check if you're not hiding something from me under your clothes." His voice sounds dark yet playful, you hold your breath, feeling excited and nervous about what he's planning for you.

You feel him grabbing both of your wrists by using his gloved hand, his other gloved hand holding your right waist and helping you stand up ,so you won't fall. John guides you to the bedroom.

You feel your heart thumping louder in your chest. "Eh, what're you planning to do John?" You glance slightly back at John with a nervous smile. You see his mouth turns into a sly smirk. "Ye'll ken what happens lass." Oh God.

As John guides you, entering in the bedroom and close the door behind him. He lets go of your wrists and waist and takes a few steps away from you. "Strip." You blink a few times from his straightforward order, before you want to speak he interrupted you again. "Strip now (Name)." John's voice sounds a bit impatient and commanding.

He doesn't want to waste any time. You see John is still standing and waiting. You let out shaky breath before you take your upper clothes off. When you take it off, you notice he's staring at you, which makes you feel a bit flustered.

You then take off your shoes, socks and your bottom clothes till you're only in your underwear, looking still a bit flustered at him. "All of it." Commanded John, you stay silent for few seconds, progressing of what is going on.

His voice sounds deadly serious, like he meant it. Even tho you want this and you like this side of him. You shy when you unclip your bra and let it drop on the floor. You pull your underwear off and let it also drop on the floor. It's vulnerable for you that you're the only one naked, but you honestly really like it.

As you're completely naked, John grabs a plastic double flex cuffs out of the pocket of his tactical gear vest. He walks to you while analyzing your face if he sees any discomfort, but he sees none of it.

John grabs both of your wrists and cuffs them behind your back. "Get on the bed." John ordered, and pushes you on the bed. You get on your knees and position yourself to lay on your back, but the plastic double flex cuffs that restrain your wrists press against your naked back uncomfortably.

John sees it and grabs your arm. "Wait." He says while manhandling you, but not in a rough way surprisingly by making you lay on your side, he grabs a pillow and set between your back and your restraint wrists so you don't feel the plastic cuffs against your back anymore.

John scoffs when he sees your outer lips are wet when he spreads your legs. "Already wet lass? And I didn't do anything. Heh, you must really like to be ordered by an Sergeant don't ya?" John smirks as his gloved index finger rub over your wet slit.

The friction of his gloved finger feels good that made you buck your hips. Your breathing becomes shallow. "E-Eh no...." You said with a bit shy voice, feeling embarrassment to admit. "No? Well your body say somethin' else." John's smirk grew wider as his gloved finger drew small circles on your clit.

Your body tenses up, you feel the pleasure is beginning to slowly build up. You try to hold your moans and only let out breathy sighs and close your eyes. "Ha...~" You suddenly feel his gloved hand holding your jaw firmly.

It makes your eyes open and see John is close to your face. "Dinnae look away." Command John as his gloved index finger slowly enters inside you. You feel it burn a bit inside you, but John will distract the burning feeling by using his gloved palm to rub against your clit. "Ha~ Haa~" Your soft moans made John smug. "Aye, that's it bonnie lass, don't hold your voice back." His gloved finger thrusts faster and faster, making clapping wet sounds.

You let out a breathy gasp and arch your back. It's getting harder for you to look at John. John's grip on your jaw gets a bit tighter when you can't help but close your eyes from intense pleasure feeling, he curls his gloved finger inside you, the warm walls squeezing tightly against his gloved finger.

He's hitting the sweet spot. "Keep looking at me." John ordered you again. His voice sounded more rough and stern. He pressed his lips against yours harshly, kissing you roughly and swallow all the sounds that came out of your mouth.

His tongue ravages your mouth, toying your tongue, you whimper from his rough messy kiss. You feel a bit of warmth as saliva drools out of your mouth. John pistons his gloved finger inside you, feeling your wet pussy squeezing his finger.

After he released your lips, you let out a gasp for breath, you feel your face is heated. John's kiss made you feel breathless. You look at him and see he's also breathless. His mouth turns into a smug grin and fingers you harder.

You let out a gasp when he's fingering you roughly. "O-Oh God. J-John!" You arch your back, toes are curling, and you release your orgasm, he lets you ride your high while still fingering you.

You hear him chuckle as he pulled his gloved wet fingers out of your pussy. "Fuckin' hell, look how much ya came. I did a great job, didn't I lass?" He looks at you with a smug grin on his face. Your body feels sensitive, you feel embarrassed and look away from him.

John moves from your face, his gloved hands grab your legs and spread them wide open. "Didn't expect that sweet lass like to be treated by an sergeant. Did ya come up idea by daydreaming about me? I bet you do since you daydream a lot." Says John as he lowers himself till his face is close to your wet slit.

"W-Wait! I still feel sensitive. I need a minute, please!" You want to shove his face away from your wet core, but you almost forgot that your wrists are still tied up. You try to close your legs, but his gloved hands hold under your knees. You look at him with eyes with slight panic.

John stays silent for long seconds, then his mouth turns into a genuine smile. "All right, but don't let me wait too long. We still have long night to go." After he said that he blew on your wet sensitive slit to at least tease you a bit, he's getting cheeky as your body tense up a bit from his action. You feel flustered and excited about what John said.

After a minute or two, you feel a bit more relaxed, even though he teased you a few times by blowing on your wet core, you take a deep breath. "You can continue John." You see John goes from patiently waiting to full of excitement. "Finally. I have waited long enough lass." John's mouth dives into your wet core without hesitation.

He licks and sucks on your wet slit like a starved man. His tongue licks your slit before he sucks on your clit harshly. That he eats you out so roughly makes you let out breathy moans, your head rest on the pillow and close your eyes to enjoy this pleasure feeling. "Ah~ Ha~ Mm~." Your moans sound like music to his ears, no matter how many times he has heard of it, he never gets enough from your beautiful sounds.

John repeatedly licks and sucks on your clit, his heavy stubble beard brushes on your soft skin. It's a nice but also rough friction against you. You feel the pleasure build up in your belly again. You feel that John's tongue enters inside your core, he keeps sucking and licking it.

His nose bumps against your clit. Your breathing becomes already shallow again. His left gloved hand glides over your stomach to your left breast and squeezes it while his other right gloved hand still holds your leg to keep your leg spread.

As you feel your release coming closer and closer, your body tense up, legs in the air, toes curling and you arch your back. "J-John I think I co- Ah~" He didn't let you finish speaking, and instead he sucks hard on your clit. You let out a strangled moan as you cum into his mouth.

After you climax for a second time, but then in his mouth you feel a bit exhausted and sensitive. John licks his lips, tasting your arousal that is on his mouth, his chin and his facial hair. "Ya did great bonnie lass. Ya did fuckin' great bonnie."

He wiped it off by using the back of his gloved hand before he unzipped his zipper from his straight-leg denim jeans. Both of you feel your body is hot and bothered. John let out a groan of frustration, feeling his body hot but also suffocating from his tactical vest with gear on him.

He takes his tactical vest off. "Agh. Fuck! I can finally breathe." John's gloved hand grabs your hips and makes you flip around so you are now on your knees. He pulls the pillow that's underneath you and puts it aside.

Since you're wrists are still strained, your head rests against the pillow and your ass is up in the air. You feel his gloved hand glide over your ass to your spine, you shiver from it. "Get ready, lass. I'll never go easy on targets." What John said made your eyes widen, his voice sounded playful but also serious, and you realize he warned you he would be merciless.

Well, he was already in the beginning like that, but this is the real beginning. You feel his shaft glide over your wet folds, teasing you. But he stops quickly as he guides his cock to enter inside your core. John hissed over the warmth feeling inside of you. Your wet walls are already squeezing his cock nicely, you let out a satisfying sigh of feeling full.

John pulls his cock out except the head of his shaft, his gloved hands then grip your hips very firmly. And he thrusts his hips hardly and roughly against your ass. It almost knocks your air out. John did it again, again and again. Each time he gives you merciless backshots, his thrusts get harder and deeper.

John growls and groans as he feels your warmth walls squeezing his cock, he furrows his brows by keeping his hard thrusts at the same pace. Your moans drive him crazy. "A-Ah.~ John~." You can't think straight anymore.

You're not used to John is so rough to you, but you love it. You then feel his gloved hands move from your hips to holding firmly your left shoulder and your right arm, pressing your upper body against the sheets. "Huff! Ya want fuckin' more?" Asked John to you. Now, it doesn't sound like an ask to you since his voice sounds rough and a bit threatening. "Y-Yes. Please." Your reply sounds breathy and shallow.

You feel your body is hot and sweaty. John grins, pleased by your answer. "Good, because this ain't over yet." He gives you another rough backshot, his hips thrusts against your ass harshly. "Fuck. Ngh. Shite." John groans as he continues giving you hard backshots.

You feel your breasts and face glide over the sheets with every thrust he gives to you. "Oh God! John. John! John!" You say his name like a mantra. You feel then John stopped thrusting, his gloved hand retreat from your right wrists and goes to between your legs to rub your clit furiously and roughly.

"Ah.~ Oh.~" Your body wants to close your legs, and this time John let you and just continue rubbing your clit. But after a short while, he stops rubbing your clit, you let out whine that he suddenly stops. His gloved hands move to your restrained wrists and untie them, your arms feel limb and land on your sides of your body. "Rub your fuckin' clit." His voice sounds kinda pissed, but you're not sure and don't care and it's hot for you.

As you rub your clit by using your right hand, John thrusts his hips again, his gloved hands grab your hips again but then so harshly that they will bruise. His thrusts are now faster, deep and hard. The bedroom is filled with moans and groans.

John feels his body is also sweating, he even has small sweat stains on his t-shirt. John feels like he's coming close. "Ngh. Fuck!" John wrapped his muscular arms around your body and pressed his clothed chest against your sweaty back.

You feel his hot breath against the crook of your neck, he keeps thrusting, not caring that the pace is uneven. He groans against your ear as he spills his warmth cum inside you. But he doesn't pull his cock out. John pushes your hand away from your clit and rubs your clit roughly, and eventually you also come on his cock.

John let go of you and pulled his cock out of you. He shifts so he lies next to you. John feels hot since he still wears his 'The hawk' uniform. He glances at you and rolls over to you. John looks at you a bit worried that he might have overdone. "(Name), you okay?" You let out soft hum. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just feeling tired." You said while you gave him a smile.

John smiles back and let's out an chuckle. He comes closer to you and gives a kiss on your forehead, cheek and jawline while his gloved hand holds your body close. "Did I overdo it? Shall I be more gentle to ya then?" You shake your head, and move your tired body closer to him, you rest your head against his clothed chest. "No, I actually like it. You were quite a beast." You said while feeling a bit bashful to admit that you liked it.

John let out a short breathy laugh while his gloved hand caressed your waist, and your hip. "Aye, you have asked for it lass. A beast like me isn't going easy on sweet bonnie's like ya. But you did good of surviving my beast mode." Said John in a teasing tone with a smirk on his face.

His smirk then vanishes and goes to a smile. "(Name), even though I'm rough, I will never hurt you." You look at him with a smile and feel a bit shy. "I know. I trust you." You said softly. "I love you, John." You see John wrapping his arms around and hugging you against his athletic built body, and you hug him back. "I love you too, lass."

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stevebabey · 2 years

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everything leads to you

a/n: gasp! another friends to lovers fic, u can’t stop me! will i write another trope? eventually. but not today hehe word count: 4.4k summary: you don’t want to read into the hints steve’s putting down and maybe, you’re a little clueless as well. fear not, robin’s here to hatch a plan to get two pining fools together. friends to lovers.

There were plenty of things Steve loved about you.

Be it your quick wit, your unabashed kindness for the kids, and especially your bright eyes, the wholesome energy that seemed to light up your entire body. Your obliviousness? He didn't love as much.

Well, maybe obliviousness is the wrong word. Whatever it is, it comes with your go-with-the-flow attitude, never wanting to give more weight to moments that didn't need them. And it worked well most of the time.

When Dustin had broken his wrist the first week into summer, goofing off at the skate bowl with the party — your house had been just around the corner and none of them had hesitated to hurry down and fetch you.

As you —albeit badly but hey, learners permit counts— drove Dustin to the hospital, he had cradled his wrist and asked if you wouldn't tell the others he had cried. "What crying?" you replied with a smile, taking your eyes off the road for a moment to smile comfortingly at him — then swerved to keep the car straight.

You'd done the same for Steve when he poured his heart out about Nancy at first the party after Tina's. Too heavy on the gin, you'd sensed his façade cracking and pulled him to the back porch. The last thing you needed was Steve dealing with any more whispers in the hallways tomorrow. Steve had felt pathetic, head in his hands, tears leaking through the cracks.

But you had dutifully listened throughout it all, resting your head on his shoulder to comfort him. And when you fed him the water and Advil that would save his life tomorrow, he whispered, words wobbling, "Can you not tell anyone about this?"

You smiled, nudging his hand that held the water glass, your voice matching his whisper. "About what?"

It's a sunshine trait of yours, sometimes bleeding into your genuinely terrible memory which happens to make you an expert secret keeper. But, it also means there is no such thing as hint-dropping with you. It's probably why you and Robin are best friends.

Steve's witnessed it before and it baffled him, the flow of conversation between the two of you which pinged about like a pinball machine. Robin's mouth moving at a million miles an hour and you, taking it all at face value without a second thought.

Most people get caught in Robin's whirlwind sentences, especially Steve who gets stuck the moment she seems to mention something left field. It's an art form, watching you nod and deliver the perfect response, having kept up with everything that falls out of Robin's mouth. Like now;

"See, Steve?" She calls over her shoulder from where she was leaning counter of Family Video, yourself on the other side. Steve was reshelving tapes, the stack high in his hands and it didn't seem to matter that he hadn't been a part of the conversation at all. In fact, Steve's not even sure who Robin's talking to when she calls out again. "Someone who can keep up!"

"Uh huh!" He calls back, moving enough tapes so he can peer over them. His heart jumps as he realises who it is, your eyes meeting across the store. You brighten, straightening up and sending a wave across the store. Steve goes to do the same instinctively, only realising his mistake when the tapes in his hands topple to the ground.

Crouching to pick them up is a saving grace; you won't be able to see the embarrassed ruby colour of his cheeks. He can hear Robin's usual jibe of 'dingus' at the counter, and by the time he's gathered all the tapes again, you're about ready to head out the door. You must be in a hurry, considering you usually take the time to talk to Steve as well.

"See-ya Robin!" You grin, pushing off the counter, and at the sight of Steve's head popping back up from between the shelves, you bid him goodbye as well, another yell across the store. "And bye Steve!"

It sends his heart thundering, your lively sunny disposition that Steve finds impossible to frown around. You have the unique ability to make him feel like a foolish 15-year-old again; reduced to pink cheeks and lines that never come out as smooth as they sound in his head. By the time he's re-shelved the stack and wandered back to the front counter, Robin is waiting. She leans backward, her back to the counter and elbows propped up.

"That might be your most dingus moment yet."

Steve grimaces, eyes narrowing. "Yeah, thanks for that." He speaks sarcastically, a hand combing through his hair.

"I don't understand why you get so weird around her," Robin began, winding a spare piece of twine between her fingers. "You two have been friends for the longest time; hell, she put up with you in high school. That deserves some type of award."

Steve busies himself, aligning tapes on the counter to avoid the blundering conversation with Robin. "I am not weird around her."

Robin snorts. "Yeah right — just know there's been another mental tally added to 'you suck'."

Steve scowls, his expression sarcastic at his best friend's words. Annoyingly, as usual, she made a decent point. You and Steve had been friends for a fairly long time, connections through each of your parents that meant the two of you inadvertently spent a lot of time together growing up.

You didn't exactly roll with the 'cool' kids when it came to high school, though mainly through the fact you didn't give a lick about popularity. Your friendly relationship with Steve likely kept your name out of the gutters, especially when he had to shoot down his friends who liked to jeer, asking why he was still friends with the likes of you.

Being friends with Jonathan Byers didn't help in that regard. In fact, technically, it could be blamed for dragging you into the absurd crazy situation of Will's disappearance. You had been there in the crucial moments, palm sliced and armed with the axe Joyce had battered the walls with, ready to fight a monster you'd never seen before for your friends.

But nothing was as seared in your mind as the pivotal moment when Steve came back.

You had just watched him scamper out the door, with half a mind to follow him but you wouldn’t do that to Jonathan or Nancy. And then in between the terrifying flashes of Christmas lights, your axe knocked from your hands, he had come back. Bursting back through the door he had just escaped through and saving all three of you.

And well, there are just some situations you can't through without getting closer on the other end.

It's not like you hadn't been friends before but after? Consider you joined at the hip. At some point, Steve realised that you had likely been the most consistent person in his life for, like, ever. Even now, you're here, still sticking around after batting practice on demodogs in the junkyard and busting him out of the Russian base. It's why Steve can't ruin it.

"Okay, there's no need to pout dude. That shit only works on y/n."

Steve blinks, pulled from his thoughts with a soft shake of his head. "M'not pouting." He mumbles, but can't shake the mopey expression in his head.

What a cruel world — you're close, but not close enough and Steve doesn't think he’s allowed to ask for anything more.

Robin sighs, tilting her head to examine Steve as she takes pity on him. Admittedly, she thought 'king steve' wasn't capable of being nervous but it took about three shifts at Scoops together for him to tank that assumption. You were his achilles heel, the crush he could never shake. And now, a year or so later, he was still pouting about it.

"Why haven't you just... tried asking her out?"

"Yeah, right." Steve scoffed but then he gave a sigh, realising he wasn't being helpful. "Look, I do want to— but she’s probably my oldest friend at this point and the last thing I want to do is build myself to ask her out and then try pretend that the rejection won't kill me completely."

In a nervous motion, Steve dragged a hand down his face, muffling a frustrated groan. Robin had the urge to call him a drama queen but held her tongue for once, seemingly aware that he would just keep rambling if she kept silent.

"So, instead I’ve tried, like, drop some hints—"

"Hints?"

"Yes, hints!” Steve repeated, louder this time. “Like, I don't know, lingering touches — the moves I used to put on girls! y/n's seen me pick up chicks before."

"Hello! Are we friends with the same y/n?” Robin's face twisted into a perturbed expression, flinging her hands out in front of her as she spoke. “You know that even if she's picking up any hints, she'd never comment on them. That's like, what she does best."

Steve's brain stopped reeling for a moment, stunned. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered that before. Robin barreled on, stealing his attention once more.

"Look," she began, voice softer and sincere. "I can do my best to talk to her but—"

"Yes!"

"But," She emphasized. "No promises, Harrington."

Steve nodded, his heart thundering a little faster at the prospect. "Okay, yeah, wing-woman me."

Then, as if he remembered who his best friend was, Steve raised his brows in her direction. "You know this means you’ll have to say nice things about me."

Robin rolled her eyes. "Surprisingly enough, dingus, I'm a pretty decent wing-woman when I'd like to be."

Steve couldn't contain his snort. "Oh yeah, to who?"

The argument over who was the better wing-person kept them both entertained for the rest of the shift.

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It’s a little surprising when the tape Robin dumps onto the couch beside you, along with some candied popcorn from work, is Sixteen Candles.

Mainly surprising when you consider Robin’s usual distaste for romance films — “I’ll watch em’ when they start putting the hot ladies with equally hot ladies, instead of bland men.” she had said when you’d first asked.

But obviously, that didn’t seem to apply to tonight.

“Not that I mind,” You begin, picking up the tape and flipping it over in your hands. “But why the genre switch? I thought we said we were watching ‘Once Upon A Time In America’?”

Robin flopped down beside you on the couch, swinging her legs up onto your lap and releasing a sigh large enough it looked as though her entire body deflated a bit.

“I know but I’ve gotta ask you some lovey-dovey questions and this will make you so much more pliable.”

You double-take, mind stuttering as it pings off in every direction. Lovey-dovey questions? Robin gives nothing away, simply cracking open the popcorn and shoveling it into her mouth. Her enthusiasm made you wonder if she’d skipped dinner at work again, too forgetful to bring some with her but Robin only lifted her feet from your lap.

“Be a dear, won’t you?”

Smiling amused, you slid off the couch and unboxed the tape, feeding it into the slot. The screen flickered, grains distorted before it focused and the opening sequence began. You tailed back to the couch, lifting Robin’s ankles and letting them land back in your lap as you sit.

Robin offers the bag of popcorn and you snag a handful, still eyeing her suspiciously. You’re surprised when she stays composed, eyes trained on the screen and you take the hint: she’ll ask her questions whenever she feels like it.

You let yourself enjoy the movie; you’ve seen it a dozen times now, reciting lines along as it goes. “I can’t believe they forgot my birthday.” you whisper along and Robin nudges you with her foot, grinning at your performance.

It’s nearly halfway through the film when Robin finally speaks up, turning her eyes on you — you do your best to pretend the potential questions haven’t been distracting you the whole film.

“So,” she begins and you have the acute feeling that you’re being studied. “Steve.”

“Steve?” you echo, confused, and turn to face her.

“I just noticed he’s been nice to you recently. Extra nice. Abnormally nice. Like I have to beg the dingus to pick me up from parties but he offers you the moment you mention them! Didn’t he bring you a strawberry shake the other day for no reason? Just ‘cos you like them?” In typical Robin-fashion, the words fly out one after the other without a break in between. When she finally pauses, you blink and try to process all her words.

“Yeah, but Steve’s just being nice?” You don’t mean for it to come out as a question but all of a sudden, it’s a great question. Of course, you’ve been secretly reveling in the niceties that Steve gives only to you; your cheeks hot and heart thumping whenever your thoughts drift back to the boy.

“Right?” You ask, the movie is completely forgotten as you try to pick apart the implication of Robin’s words. The next words escape you before you can register what you’re saying. “You don’t think he likes me, do you?”

Even saying the words aloud makes you flush, lips twitching up at the thought and you remember Robin’s scrutinizing gaze a moment too late.

“Aha!” She scrambles up from her spot on the couch, launching over to your side. “I knew it, I knew it. You like him.”

You splutter, trying to recover but it’s fruitless as Robin presses her hands to your cheeks and feels the undeniable warmth of your blush. It doesn’t help that she continues in a sing-song voice, “You’re blushing.”

You huff a laugh and push her hands off your face, resolve crumbling as you admit. “Fine! I just... I didn’t want to read into anything. He could just be being nice, Robs.”

Robin grins, tucking her hair behind her ears as she relents her closeness, leaning back to slouch on the couch now that she gotten you to crack. “Somehow I doubt that. I can’t believe it — I was on the money! I told Steve you’d say something like that.”

For the first time in your friendship with Robin, you’re barely able to keep up. each new sentence sends your mind reeling but by the time you open your mouth, she’s barreling on.

“You have to tell him. obviously. The dingus is completely enamored with you. It’s been drivin’ me crazy at work whenever you come in — I swear he loses at least half his brain cells when you’re nearby.”

“Wha— did he tell you?” You wince at how excited it comes out, unable to help the glee that leaks into your words. Robin, thankfully, doesn’t comment on it.

"No! But it doesn't take an idiot to figure it out."

"Well,” you smile mischievously “You are an idiot."

Abruptly, a pillow hits you over the head, thrown by Robin and you begin to laugh as she pelts you with another, muttering about ‘never trying to set up her shitty friends again.’ "Ow! Okay, I was kidding!"

Robin finally halts her attack and huffs, blowing a stray piece of hair from her face. She fixes you with a pointed look. "You'll be the idiot now if you don't do anything about this."

You can’t help the way the pout on your lips, a thousand excuses rushing up your throat but all that comes out is, “ughhhh.” because Robin is right. Robin is always right.

Your eyes flick to the television and you can see Robin biting her lip in suspense, wondering whether she’ll have to continue playing matchmaker for the next month until one of you bites the bullet and does something.

“We finish Sixteen Candles first,” You point to the television and can’t help the giddy grin, nerves and excitement combined in your stomach. “Then, we plan.”

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Steve doesn’t know what’s got Robin so antsy.

Sure, half of the time Robin walks around like she’s got ants in her pants, skittish and unable to sit still for too long. But this is a different sort of antsy than Steve has become accustomed to — shit, did she give coffee another try?

Steve does his best to ignore her pacing, pushing the reshelving cart through the aisles idly as he works through the last 20 minutes of his shift. He does manage to get at least half of them done before his attention is stolen again by Robin picking up the phone, 5 minutes before he’s done. Peculiarly, she’s not answering a call but instead making one.

She turns and steals a glance at Steve, then looks at the time and Steve just knows she’s up to something.

Eyes narrowed in suspicion, Steve pushes the cart back to the counter and abandons it, leaning back on the counter opposite Robin. She speaks into the receiver of the phone, clutching it with both hands and Steve feels a pang of worry in his chest — nothing’s happened, right? Before he can get a chance to ask, Robin is slamming the phone down and spins around to face Steve.

“Who was that?”

“Doesn’t matter. The real question, Steve, is why didn’t you shave today?”

The question takes him aback, surprised enough that when Robin comes closer, she gets about an inch within his hair before Steve remembers to duck. He swerves away from her fussing hands, brows raised.

“Woah, woah! What are you doing? You know you can’t touch the hair!” Steve whines, reaching up to fix it. “What’s all the fuss about? Who’d you call?”

Robin, incessantly annoying and usually unable to be quiet for the life of her, is quiet. Seemingly sworn to silence, she just chuckles and shakes her head, eyes bright.

“Nobody!” she says loudly because apparently, she can’t lie very well either.

Steve scrunches his nose, confused. He considers puzzling over it, sure that with enough pressure Robin would crack and release her secrets as she always did. But a glance at the clock tells him it had just hit 6 o’clock. He’s a free man.

Steve shrugs off his vest without a moment to waste, already feeling lighter knowing that he could enjoy the rest of his day off — as much as he enjoys getting paid to stand and chat with his best friend, Keith worked the other half of this day, and any shift with Keith was considered a bad one.

“Okay,” Steve finally speaks, gathering up his items from behind the counter and swinging his keys around his fingers. “Well, don’t burn the place down while I’m gone, alright?”

Robin was nodding fervently, still attached to the desk beside the phone and attempting to look casual. She seemed a tad too distracted, eyes dancing past him into the parking lot of the Family Video store.

“Hey, did you ever— I mean, did you, uh, wing-woman me at all? I know you two had your usual movie night last night.” The words come out more nervous than Steve intends and he clears his throat, willing his cheeks to stay cool.

“Yeah!” Robin responds instantly, the word nearly shouted and Steve blinks, leaning forward into the counter eagerly. He waits for a moment to see what she would say, only growing more confused as she twists her lips to keep any further words from tumbling out.

“So? What— did she seem interested? Do I have a chance?”

“I think,” Robin squeaks, as though she can’t contain the glee in her voice. “You better just go ask her yourself.”

She extends her arm out, one finger pointing out the glass windows to the parking lot. Steve follows it, spinning quickly to spy what she was referring to and— there you are, leaning against his car and looking pretty as ever. You’re reclined against the driver’s door, a book clasped in your hands and your head bent over it, lost in the story.

Steve whips back around, only slightly more nervous than he had been a second ago, and hisses at Robin, as if you could hear them all the way from the parking lot.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“What d’ya mean ‘what does that mean?’ Go talk to her dingus. I’ve worked my magic.”

Steve pauses, his limbs locked as he scours Robin’s expression to make 100% sure that she wasn’t pulling his leg. It would be a tad too cruel for her usual pranks, some remnant worry leftover from his previous friendship with Tommy H that makes him worry, but Steve relaxes at what he finds on her face. Barely restrained joy, her bottom lip trapped in an attempt to hide her grin.

Despite knowing Steve can trust her with this, it doesn’t deter his nerves which are beginning to feel fried as he peeks over his shoulder, stealing another glance at you leaning against his car.

The peach-coloured sundress you’re wearing flutters in the wind and that doesn’t help either, Steve swallowing down a groan at how bewitching you look, wrapped up in the evening sunlight.

He steels his nerves. With a terse nod to Robin, Steve starts out the door, barely hearing what Robin calls out to him as he goes.

“If you have any lip-balm it would be a good time to—”

The rest of her sentence is sealed inside the store as the door hisses shut. Steve tries not to overthink that sentence, thankful his lips don’t feel chapped as he licks them nervously. He approaches the car, trying his best to shove down the nervous feelings and appear somewhat charming. Harrington Charm, he thinks to himself.

“Hey, stranger.” He greets, an easy smile tugging at his mouth as you look up from your book. He tries not to revel in the delight that perks up your expression, previously furrowed in concentration as you squinted to read your book.

“Hi.” You reply sweetly, snapping the book shut and holding it to your chest as you cross your arms shyly. Then, you seem to think the better of it, spinning and placing it upon the roof of Steve’s car before turning back to him — you hope your smile isn’t giving away your jitters. The plan, you think to yourself, stick to the plan. What was that again?

“Not that m’complaining but I gotta ask wh--”

“Do you trust me?” You don’t mean to cut him off but the words rush out the moment you gather enough courage to say them. “I- I wanna try something.”

He responds too quick. “Sure, yeah, anything.”

A flush crawls up his neck, embarrassed over his over-eagerness that is surely giving him away. But he doesn’t get time to recover, about to stammer out a poor cover-up, because your hands reach up to cup his face and then you’re kissing him.

You’re kissing him.

It’s a whirlwind; there’s a rush of emotions bursting through in Steve’s chest, a sudden surge of utter euphoria wrapped in surprise that sets each of his senses alight. It’s like he’s been struck with lightning, his world cleaved in half — all the moments leading up to this kiss and all the moments that will come after. Everything leading to this, to you.

Your soft and supple lips pause for a moment, prepared to pull back and deal with the damage in case you’ve been led wrong by Robin but Steve doesn’t let you — his hands finally awaken and there is a desperation, a fervor, hidden in the gentle motions of his hands which cup your jaw and pull you closer.

He kisses, deeper this time, as though he’s trying to learn the curve of your mouth all in one go, memorizing it as he drinks in the affection from you. Your hands are in his hair, arms around his neck to pull him evermore closer. Steve swears that he can recognize the warmth of love in the press of your lips, familiar, as you’ve loved each other all this time and yet, it’s new.

The kiss feels like ‘where have you been?’ whispered from both of you, a mixture of desperation and relief.

‘right here. i’m just been waiting for you to find me’.

“You kissed me.” Steve breathes, shock coating each word — the only thing he can think to say after your lips part. It’s uttered with such disbelief that for a moment, you seriously wonder if Robin fed you a whole bunch of nonsense despite the kiss that just set your heart racing.

“I did.” You whisper, eyes darting over his face to try to decipher his expression. Beneath his faint freckles, the skin blooms pink and you hope, you pray it’s a blush — it certainly feels like there’s a fire beneath your skin after that kiss.

“Is that alright?” A moment of worry where your heart feels suspended halfway up your throat but then, he smiles. Bright and brilliant, the spell of shock is broken and it launches him in action, his hands caressing the side of your face tenderly.

“Yes! Holy shit, yes, that’s more than alright, I just—” His sentence breaks off when he captures your lips with his once more and he hums lovingly into the kiss. Something inside you preens, knowing now that he undoubtedly has wanted this as much as yourself.

He pulls back, breath a little ragged “You just took me by surprise, sweet girl.”

The pet-name makes you soften unbearably, leaning into his chest and nuzzling into the hand that holds your cheek. As if your adoration isn’t evident enough, your prepped explanation springs to mind and spills out your mouth without a second thought.

“I'm sorry, I'm not too good with words so Robin thought a kiss would work— and, I'm sorry I missed your hints, I was worried I might be reading into something and mfh—"

Your words are smothered beneath another chaste kiss and you don’t even mind, already stretching up onto your toes to kiss him harder, fingers curling around the fabric of his polo shirt. Breathless is how you feel, pulling back after a moment and feeling something close to drunk off Steve’s kisses — your head is spinning again and it makes your face split into a wide grin, then giddy laughter tumbles out before you can stop it.

“Never—” Steve begins, leaning forward to lean his forehead against your own. The tip of his nose brushes yours and you feel delirious, enchanted by the ardent and affectionate look in his eyes. “ —apologise for kissing me. You can— Christ, you can kiss me anytime you like.”

You’re aware the expression on your face betrays just how enamored you are with him, with this moment; the rays of the setting sun travel through the trees and blanket the parking lot in a soft burnt amber.

“Anytime?” you ask sweetly, reveling in the warmth of his chest under your palms and the fire in his grin.

His eager kiss, fervent and stirring, is answer enough.

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tags below!

@hawkinsindiana @harringtonbf @parkerroos @cptnleviackerman @skylergisondo @cultivatingkindness @aphrodites-perfume @lurkymurker @familyvideostevie @rogersharringtons @sattlersquarry @yellowharrington @milkiane

#it's a bit long and it feels waffley but hopefully u bitches LIKE waffles #mainly i pray u can't tell if wrote this is two separate batches #is my writing consistent? only tell me if yes otherwise shhhh #KENNY this was the FIRST sweet girl line i wrote and i wrote it AWHILE back hehehe #stevie ur welcome to kiss ME anytime you'd like #he deserves a good smooch #and i volunteer #ruby writes #ruby writes steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington fic #steve fic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine

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the-colourful-witch · 10 days

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The Hogwarts Uniform (my version)

I'm a little bit behind on my character illustrations, but that's why I have backups, like this one! I sometimes make more than I want to post in a week, and then I save them for weeks like these when I'm too busy to make anything new :) I'm so smart, hehe. Anyway! This is my version of the Hogwarts uniform. I have to say something. I hate grey. I despise the colour and it's always bothered me in the films and in a lot of fan art. It's so bland and lifeless. Bleh. I think there should only be ONE item of grey clothing allowed in the uniform at all times. But hey, that's my opinion and in my artwork, I can make it so. Yippee! When I draw a character in uniform, I'm very open to making changes to it, depending on the personality of the character. I mean, look at Luna and Pandora. There's barely anything left of the traditional uniform. But that's okay, because it's just a drawing. Although, wouldn't it be so so cool if we saw a Harry Potter adaptation where students could spice their uniforms up however they'd like?! It would be less English boarding school and more MAGIC SCHOOL. Because that's what we're talking about here. These people are witches and wizards and I would like to see some more whimsy in their appearance. This sheet I made is just a basic start to any uniform. It has all the standard components of the uniform and you can do whatever you want with it after that. I'm curious to know your thoughts about my 'whimsical' uniform idea :)

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nanabansama · 3 months

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Ao Oni, Aka Oni

Hey guys! Since AidaIro just graced us with art to celebrate Setsubun, I wanted to take the time to examine the meaning behind the masks the characters are wearing. This'll be quick and informal, but I hope some of you get a kick out of it, like I did.

The men here are participating in a bean throwing contest. If you don't know, Setsubun is about throwing beans at oni/ogres to drive them away. Doing this can free you of your negative desires and emotions. Of course, since most people can't find an oni or ogre to throw beans at, they usually settle for throwing them at someone in an oni mask instead. (Sort of feels redundant for Hakubo, hm? Hehe.)

However, I must say, this is my first time seeing a showdown like this...but boys will be boys, am I right?

You may notice that the blue mask team currently outnumbers the red one, but don't worry! It seems our other red team participant is just having second thoughts...

Now let's turn our attention to the masks. I'll go over the girls first since I have the least to say.

These masks are called "Okame" or "Otafuku." They depict a happy, fat-faced woman in bright white makeup. It symbolizes happiness and good fortune. You'll see it at a lot of Japanese festivals, including Tanabata. Just looking at it brings a smile to your face, right? Right!? (I hope so!)

Next we have the red and blue oni masks! Setsubun being a holiday about driving away ogres, and all, these fit more with the overall Setsubun theme. It's said that, depending on the color of ogre you hit with a bean, something good will happen to you.

In the case of a red ogre, your evil thoughts (such as desire, lust, and greed) will be dispelled.

In the case of a blue ogre, you will rid yourself of anger and become happy.

I must say...Tsukasa and Natsuhiko representing anger while Hanako and Hakubo represent desire is pretty on the nose!

But that's not all. There's one last tale I wanted to share, one that centers upon a crybaby red oni and his little blue friend...

Naita Akaoni (The Red Oni Who Cried) is a piece of children's literature that dates back to the 1930s. It tells the tale of a red oni who wanted to befriend humans, but when the humans refused to play with him, he grew depressed. Seeing this, his friend, a blue oni, suggested a plan: the blue oni would attack the human village and let the red oni defeat him so that he could win the favor of the locals.

Although the red oni wasn't sure about the plan and felt bad about making his friend do all that for him, the blue oni was adamant to see it through. And when they reached the village and put the plan into action, it went off without a hitch. By defeating the blue oni the red oni finally got to befriend the humans.

But while the red oni finally got what he desired, something bothered him. His friend, the blue oni, hadn't come to see him once since the day of their plan. When the red oni went to the blue oni's house to find out what was wrong, he found a note on the door. It read:

The red ogre silently reread the note once, twice, three more times, then began to cry...

The end! 👹😢

What a sad story, right? While I can't say whether AidaIro considered this story when assigning masks to the characters, the blue ogre's selflessness certainly reminds me of Tsukasa, like when he sacrificed his life for Amane's. And we all know Amane is a crybaby!

Thank you for reading! And I urge you to read more about Setsubun if the holiday interests you. I'm sure there's more you could learn about it than just this post that will give you a greater appreciation for AidaIro's drawing. Have a nice day, everyone!

#jshk #tbhk #setsubun #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shonen hanako kun

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actualbird · 4 months

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UHM HELLO!! idk how to use tumblr tbh and im awkward so this is gonna be. uh. yeah HOW DO YOU GO BACK TO ANOTHER LINE - moving on. i love ur polynxx hcs soooo so much please i need more more more 🤲🤲

wahhh, hello and welcome to tumblr :D!!! im so glad i enjoy my nxx polycule stuff hehe and it's been a While since ive written for them (be it for fic or hcs) so this ask came at a lovely time. without further ado, here's some:

the nxx polycule date permutation hcs

due to everybody's schedules being immensely packed all the time, all 5 of them cant go out on dates/get-togethers very often with everybody in attendance. like, when theyre All together it's often for NXX Work OR they save it for special occasions (ex. christmas, new years, any of the team's bdays)

that being said, the Top 1 most common not-everybody date permutations are: artem + mc + luke, and then marius + vyn

artem + mc + luke can meet up often and easily because artem and mc work at the same place (so they can quickly figure out when their schedules align, quickly meet up), AND all three of them LIVE IN THE SAME STELLIS CITY DISTRICT!!!

they all live in South Stellis (mc's address was mentioned in The Birth of Stellis | Tears of Themis "Behind The Scenes" Episode, and artem's and luke's can be seen easily in the Stellis Explore function) so i can imagine just like

artem and mc finishing up with work and wanting to go out to dinner together and both of them independently and intuitively understanding that on the drive to the restaurant, they should go pick up luke because if left to his own devices he'll probably only chips and a stale salad for dinner.

mc shoots luke a quick text like "let's have dinner! artem's treat!" 5 minutes prior to them arriving at his shop, and luke panics trying to find something nice to wear because if it's Artem's Treat then that means the restaurant is gonna be QUITE UPSCALE AND FANCY and he doesnt want to look like their boyfriend who they picked off the street from a dumpster because earlier today he had just so happened to be tailing a lead for a case that sent him into the forest so hes all muddy. but hes only got like two (2) sweaters that he himself finds viable for a Fancy Restaurant Date

so when mc and artem arrive to pick him up, hes wearing the blocky xmas partyland sweater. at which mc visibly winces at and at which artem internally winces at

but they all go out for a nice dinner out anyway

MEANWHILE, marius + vyn's homes are in completely different stellis city districts: orchideshine and long beach, hemingway heights respectively. and the Stellis Explore function seems to posit these two locations as pretty far-ish away from each other, yeah, BUT....

marius' PERSONAL STUDIO is right in the same neighborhood as vyn's place

i assume marius' personal studio is in this area because another thing thats in hemingway heights (that's just not mentioned in the Stellis Explore function) is Stellis University, where marius is taking his masters. so right after his classes, he can drop by his studio and destress before heading over to the CBD for work

ORRRR HE CAN DROP BY VYN'S PLACE UNANNOUNCED AND SWEEP HIM OFF HIS FEET FOR AN IMPROMPTU DATE

marius has mastered this art. he comes to learn vyn's schedule at the university, at the research center, and at his home so that he only shows up when vyn isnt busy and is most likely to actually say yes to an impromptu fancy lunch

and vyn acts like hes Bothered but he really isnt, especially when marius has the money to treat him out to the High End Pastry Places that even vyn "pastry master" richter can appreciate

basically it goes

marius, yelling on vyn's yard: hey vyn! let's go out on a date!

vyn: get off my yard

marius: PLLEEEAAASSSEEEE, i'll take you to that bougie place you like!

vyn: fine (secretly pleased to be spoiled)

that being said, while these are the most common date permutations due to the simple reason of proximity, they all still find time to meet up in different permutations and all together

vyn appreciates luke taking him out on dates to more simple places, like a family owned diner or a hole in the wall ramen place. while it's not his usual kind of place, he enjoys the food and seeing luke light up talking about the memories hes had in this particular establishment ("one time, i ate here immediately after a mission and i was still bleeding out!!" "....please take care of all open wounds before you have ramen")

marius and luke and mc often meet up online and video call to game together. sometimes artem will join in on the call, despite not being much of a gamer himself, but he just likes hearing their voices and enthusiasm and yelling in the background while he cooks or works

ARTEM AND VYN GO TO THE FARMER'S MARKET TOGETHER. theyre both culinary Geniuses after all, and together they are extremely picky about produce and honey and handicrafts like an old married couple

and of course, they all get together every once in a while when their schedules permit and have a lovely time and enjoy each other's company

bonus, what kind of dates each of their residences are best for

artem's residence: best for full-team dinners and movie marathons in his home theatre

mc's residence: best for cozy afternoons because her place is so homey!!

vyn's residence: best for full-team outdoor brunches and tea times and also if you want a touch of nature relaxing in his garden

marius' residence: best for THAT WALK-IN WINE CELLAR and also movie marathons because have you seen the wall-mounted flat screen TV in his bedroom??? phew

luke's residence: best for uhhh...if you wanna slip on stray files on the floor or stub your toe on his palette bedframe? JHFKJ JUST KIDDING, best for in-person gaming hangouts

#tears of themis #luke pearce #artem wing #marius von hagen #vyn richter #tears of themis headcanons #tot luke #tot artem #tot marius #tot vyn #xia yan #zuo ran #mo yi #lu jinghe #asks #anon #PHEW tagging gets heavy when it's all of them all at once JHVKSJHF

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valley-of-headcanons · 1 year

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Oh my god someone who writes for stardew valley! Well can I request Leah and Sam (separately) with a partner who tends to zone out alot and doesn't mean too

leah and sam with a zone-out prone s/o || headcanons

zoning out is something that you do often, but your lover certainly doesn't mind!

warnings: nothing really, just zoning out and loving your partner <3

requested by: anon, thank you so much for requesting! this farmer is just like me fr, so i am loving this request! plus, amazing character choice. thank you so much!! <33

leah

• Leah is a pretty understanding person, she's very interested in every aspect of you. She thinks that everything about you is beautiful, art-worthy. And zoning out is just another part of you that she loves. She wants you to know that it's okay, and she thinks it's adorable. It's another thing that makes you, you!

• If she sees you zone out, she'll simply look at you for a few moments with a gentle smile before going back to what she was doing. She doesn't want to disturb you and your beautiful brain! She wants to know your thoughts, but she doesn't want to make you lose them. The most she'll do is give you a soft kiss on the forehead.

• “... yeah, you zoned out, dear. No, no, it's alright! I understand, thinking about anything? ... that's interesting, wanna tell me more about it?”

• If you zone out while staring at her, she'll giggle softly to herself, noticing how cute you look. She'll stop what she's doing for a moment and stare back, before shaking her head and looking back at what she was doing.

• “I see someone has a staring problem today ... yeah, yeah, whatever. I love you so much, you're the sweetest. Seeing you stare at me like a piece of artwork makes my heart swell ... I love you. I can't say it enough. It'll never lose its meaning.”

• Laying in bed and zoning out is not good, you've gotta get your beauty rest! Leah will see, and she'll know exactly what to do. She'll softly kiss your face until you zone back into the world. She'll then softly pull you closer to her, letting you rest your head on her chest. She'll run her hands carefully through your hair, humming softly to lull you to sleep. She won't say much, just soft words to get you to relax your mind a little bit.

• “Rest, love ... you need to get your rest ... if you go to sleep now, I'll make your favorite breakfast in the morning ... yes, I remembered. I love you, sweetheart, now rest your beautiful mind. You've got to do some work in the morning. Goodnight, darling.”

sam

• If we're being honest, Sam does the exact same thing. He's all over the place, and often zones out when he tries to think of what he forgot. He probably has some type of ADHD, and it shows. He understands fully, and often joins you when you zone out. He zones out wondering what you zone out about! And then it's a spiral.

• Most of the time, if he sees you staring off into space, he'll just sit in front of you and stare into your eyes until you zone back in. He'll just smile, compliment your eyes, and ask what you were thinking about. He's really sweet, in the goofiest way possible. He wants to make you feel safe and happy.

• “Hey, pretty eyes. Whatcha thinkin' about? ... understandable, anything I can do to help you remember? Alright, well whenever you remember, let me know,” he'll say with a kiss to the forehead.

• If you zone out while staring at him, he'll smile to himself and stare back for a moment. He'll tease you lightly before coming over to ruffle your hair, wrapping his arm around you and giving you a tight squeeze. He adores you, he can't get his brain off of you.

• “Uh huh, got a staring problem? I'm kidding, I'm kidding! You know I do the same thing, cutie. But what caught your attention? Whatcha thinking about? ... hehe, really? You think I'm handsome, still? Gosh- I love you.”

• If you're laying in bed together, and you zone out and stare at the ceiling, Sam wants you to get your good night's rest. So, he'll flop over so he's laying on you chest, staring down at you. He'll kiss your face until your eyes close, and then he'll lay back down with you. He'll wrap his arms around your waist, snuggling into your neck and hoping that you'd focus on the weighted blanket that is himself and go to sleep.

• “Rest, you gotta do stuff in the morning! Close your beautiful eyes and get some rest, love! You need to get that energy filled up, and don't stay up until two in the morning like last night! I gotta make sure my favorite farmer can actually farm!”

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senjuushi · 2 months

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Valentine’s Day 2024 Lines — Moderns

Marks

Friend Chocolate: Master... I’m happy with Friend Chocolate, but I was hoping for something more special... Is that bad...?

Dear Chocolate: Master! Is this chocolate special for me, your partner!? Nngh... thank you. Master, I’ll make you happy for the rest of my life...!*

*This comes across as nearly a marriage proposal.

Like Two

Friend Chocolate: Chocolate, huh... well, I guess that’s fine, for today. As thanks, I’ll do some latte art for you. What design do you want?

Dear Chocolate: You’re really... *sigh* And here I’d told myself I wasn’t going to get attached... I guess I gotta admit defeat now, huh?

Springfield

Friend Chocolate: Apple pie with chocolate, from me. The chocolate ended up sticking out a bit, but... I think it still tastes good...!

Dear Chocolate: Getting such a wonderful gift from you... I’m overjoyed. I hope Master is happy too, but... hehe, it looks like I don’t need to worry about that.

Gras

Friend Chocolate: Oh, friend chocolate...? *sigh*... Hey, question. Why would receiving chocolate put me in a wretched mood?

Dear Chocolate: I’ve changed, you know. I can see the precious feelings you put into this chocolate, and how much you care about me— it’s all thanks to you.♥

Herme

Friend Chocolate: I believe such courtesy can normally be expressed through words... however, this way is certainly memorable. A sweet treat makes sense.

Dear Chocolate: In Japan, it seems people give chocolates to communicate their feelings. Go ahead, then, and confess yours. Of course, I’ll do the same.

Siegblut

Friend Chocolate: Oh, you made somethin’ pretty nice. It looks good enough, but... mh!? It tastes just right, too...

Dear Chocolate: Hah!? You made this for me...!? Hey, don’t go spoiling me any more than this... If you’d even want to...

Ghost

Friend Chocolate: So this is friend chocolate... You mean, you’re saying we can be friends...? How nice... thank you...!

Dear Chocolate: It’s delicious...! If this’s got some kinda love potion in it, it... it’s not gonna work. ‘Cause I’m already in love with you... I’m joking. Heheh.

Arisaka

Friend Chocolate: Is this chocolate eaten by licking at it slowly? Or all in one bite? Arisaka would like to know what Master’s suggestion is.

Dear Chocolate: A cake made by Master...! It’d be a waste to eat it too quickly. How many bites should it take...? And if I go slowly...

Murata

Friend Chocolate: I see. So this is why Hachikyu has been so fidgety as of late? At any rate, what a lovely confectionary this is. I accept it gratefully.♪

Dear Chocolate: Oh my, what skill you have! It looks delicious.♪ You should get a taste as well, Master— say “aah”. Come on, open your mouth.

Hachikyu

Friend Chocolate: Oh, um... thanks. (No chance to dodge...!)

Dear Chocolate: I-If I take this, it’s going to start something... right... *distressed yelling*...!? ...okay! I’m ready... I’ll take it! Please!

Belga

Friend Chocolate: Hey, I ate the thing you gave me too fast. Huh? You’ve got more, don’cha!? Gimme those too!

Dear Chocolate: Hm, thanks. *munch munch* ...huh!? This tastes good! Shit, wow! I wanna eat this every day now!!

Fal

Friend Chocolate: Friend chocolate... what is “friend” meant to describe here? You and I are certainly something different. Don’t think about it so much, and thank you normally? ...hm, so that’s how it is.

Dear Chocolate: Giving a gift that you put such personal effort into... that’s proof that you treasure the recipient, isn’t it? Will something change if I accept it...?

Mikhael

Friend Chocolate: This sweetness... You chose something exactly to my liking. Thank you, it’s delicious.

Dear Chocolate: This is, for me...? ......ah, I have an idea. This melody is of a man shot by Cupid’s arrow of love.

#Senjuushi #千銃士 #Marks #Like Two #Springfield #Gras #Herme #Siegblut #Ghost #Arisaka #Murata #Hachikyu #Belga #Fal #Mikhael #Translation

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sattorntempura · 10 days

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:) i would really appreciate it if you gave my oc a chance. If not, it's okay. *cries*

Hey, peeps. Lately, I've been going through this uuuuugly artblock for my main project. (This is my first post, scary, lol.. really nervous)

So, a few months back, I drew a Devil May Cry OC. The images are under the 'more' tab, but i would really appreciate it if you read this first. With this art block going on and the urge to draw something other than my main/serious project, I decided to make a small comic of my OC's childhood and how he ended up meeting the main/canon characters/crew.

And if you're new to the DMC world, hello, welcome! I hope this little comic will encourage you to check out the official games, it's pretty fun!

Try to guess who I ship him with... Hey, don't look at my pfp! That's cheating!

So yeah, there's going to be some sketches/panels of this ship. Dw, nothing too explicit/graphic. It's fluff, lol. I think that's what they call it? There's going to be more information regarding the dmc - oc comic in a future post.

I know there's a lot of different opinions when shipping an oc with a canon character, so that's why I added this little 'more' tab/bar below so in case you're not interested, you can scroll away :) for those who choose to stay and continue on, thank you.

My oc's name is Ezra. He was created when a cool friend of mine invited me to RP the DMC5 storyline with them. I was kinda nervous at first since it was my first time to ever RP with someone. I got the hang of it, though! And it was fun! (The next/future post will provide more information of that if anybody is interested. Since it's kinda the reason why Ezra exists in the first place.) I am not sure if I will include the RP events in this comic, since like I've mentioned, it took place in the DMC5 storyline, and its quite a lottt. Just like the canon game. So I might draw the day (i mean the in-game time) after the Qliphoth was taken down. Or summarize the DMC5 storyline. There's still a lot of time to think about it since I'm going to start off with the background of this character, then when he becomes an adult, and then when he meets the crew.

☝️ This is how the cover of my oc's DMC comic will look like. The title is blurred out because I am still debating whether I should change it or not. Lol, it's kinda edgy, I might keep it that way.

☝️These right here are adult/present Ezra and a few panels of Vergil. I am still experimenting with the way I draw Vergil since I want to have him look a little closer to the game than the way he looks in manga. (Which is hard since I prefer drawing the exact style of any series official art... Because if I do it in my own version, it never looks like the character. So yes, this is a challenge.)

The drawing with Ezra's full body is supposed to be Ezra holding his scythe over his shoulder, but I gave up on finishing it since I didn't like the way his coat looked. You can even tell from the different coats he has in the other panels/images...

The image with Ezra getting food poisoning was from eating Dante's food. This idea stems from all those memes with Dante creating unidentified matter, whereas other characters like Vergil make decent food.

The first image and 3rd image are actually linked together, hehe. I wonder if any of you know the tilted towers reference? Lol

☝️Another Vergil sketch. He is laid next to Ezra in bed. (You can see the pillow that Ezra is cuddling with peeking in that image, lol). This moment is related to Vergil's nightmares.

☝️ The first image out of the two is one out of the 2 closest friends BEFORE the DMC5 events. I think you will really like them. They've put a huge impact on Ezra's life and are the very reason for the way/who he is today. I still don't have a design for the other friend, that's why it's not provided here.

The second image is just baby Ezra, not having a clue what the adults are talking about. The adults definitely didn't call him that...

☝️Lastly, this is my reaction once I created this DMC OC and decided to ship him with Vergil. I have no clue why Samsung does this to my images once edited, lol.

The same friend mentioned before also had me create an OC for a game that they play, and I failed to not grow attached to this character. (What!? I created them. They're like my own children now!) I might show u guys how he looks like when I finish his design.

If you guys have any questions, feel free to hit that, uh, *checks profile*, Ask me anything button, I will try my best to respond. If I don't respond, it's because I am still a boomer to this app and don't know how to operate it. Another reason is because the answer to your question may be a spoiler.

Like I've mentioned before, information about the comic itself will be explained in the next post. I don't spam post, so don't worry about getting lost in my profile trying to look for more information. I will try to have a pinned(?) post, if this app allows me, where I can add links like the way I've seen other users on here do it.

Haha, I add lazy watermarks (even though my art ain't that worthy) because I've seen small artist get their art clapped by a-hole users without permission. This has also happened to me, but it was yeeeaaarrrsss ago. This is why I don't post much of my art nowadays. Especially with the "art" bot-stealing going around. I need to find a better way to not let it happen to my art ever again.

Thank you for taking the time to view this, I really appreciate it! If you are interested in my OC's journey in the DMC world, feel free to follow me. You might even see my art growth/process between the very start of the comic to the very end of it! I hope it gets better... lol, watch it get worse- they slowly transform into stickmen HAHA

#dmc 5 #dmc vergil #vergil dmc #vergil sparda #dmc fanart #dmc oc #own character #original character #oc art #my ocs #oc #artwork #sketch #dmc dante #dmc #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #vergil devil may cry

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theshimadaslovers · 10 months

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INSPIRED BY ART- IBA

Bandit Crush

(CASSIDY BLACKWATCH X FEMALE!READER)

I just look at this art and is so cute, I wanna give it a try!

*Blackwatch base, they were having a reunion about last mission...failed mission*

Gabe- I told everybody to back off! Why the fuck you stay there, Genji?!

Genji- Hm...*cross his arms looking away*

Gabe- ANSWER ME, BOY!

Moira- *open the door* I got bad e good news.

Cassidy- Ooh hey snake poison, we missed you *chuckle*

Gabe- Where the hell were you, Moira?

Moira- Jack Morrison find me on the laboratory and he wanted me to give news for you, commander.

Gabe- *sighs* What is the good new?

Moira- We're having a little help for the next missions.

Gabe- And the bad one?

Moira- Is a She.

Gabe- *looking around* And why this is bad?

Moira- Bad for me having to handle with young girls trying to look strong and feminist *roll eyes and step out the room*

Gabe- Moira we didn't...! WE DIDN'T FINISH THE REUNION!

Cass- Jesus...! Commander, can you scream lower? *lighting the cigar*

Gabe- No smoking inside...

Cass- ...fine...*sighs putting back on the pocket* So! Is a "she"? Interesting have a new woman figure here...I hope she is more...normal.

Genji- I hope she is at least hot...

Cass- Hey hey! *laughs* Don't be so thirsty, Genji.

Genji- A pretty woman would definitely make me feel better....

Cass- Oh yeah, I forgot that you were a playboy guy. Anyway! *gets up*

Gabe- Sit down, I'm not finished.

Cass- Alright...*sit down*

Gabe- Next mission...I- *someone open the door* GOD DAMMIT! What is it now?! *look at the door and feels embarrassed* Oh...

You- Should I have knocked, commander?

Gabe- *look up and down* Yes but I'm sorry yelled at you, miss. You may be the one.

Cass- Howdy, lady...*gets up taking off the hat holding against his chest*

You- Cole Cassidy...*wink and smile*

Cass- Oh...*laughs embarrassed* She knows my name! *whispers to Gabriel*

Genji- *take a look and sighs* Ok, she's hot. I'll take it.

You- Excuse me?

Cass- Hahaha! I'm sorry, miss! *put his hat on Genji's face* He is just a kid, you know!

Gabe- Well, so...can you introduce yourself, please?

You- Y/N strike commander of the Unit Forces in Canada.

Gabe- And you're Canadian?

You- Does it make a difference?

Cass- Uuh she's a tough...*talking to himself*

Gabe- How do you know Jack Morrison? He never mentioned you before?

You- Are you jealous, commander? *smirk* He never had a reason to mention my name.

Gabe- And what make you so special to come help Blackwatch? We make the dirty work here...

You- *laughs* I know, that's why I accepted... I'm the one who murder in cold blood, torture... first, I was trained to be a assassin and second, strike commander. I pass trought some good shit, commander Reyes. Trust me.

Genji- I trust her *wearing Bassie*

Cass- Give me the hat! *grab it putting back* Anyway! I need some coffee break, we'll leave both of you to speak a little bit more about...missions and...torture *wink and pull Genji with him together outside*

*After a few minutes, Gabriel and you leave the room and you spotted Cassidy coming out of the kitchen with another coffee mug, he stopped looking at you and smirk*

Cass- Howdy, miss.

You- Howdy...Jesse Mcgree...*cross your arms and smile* Changed your name?

Cass- Yeaah, you know...starting life from 0.

You- *smirk* It worked?

Cass- We will see *take a sip* Wanna a coffee?

You- No, thanks...*approching* I've heard that you were in Deadlock gang...*look at his tatto*

Cass- Well, old times! *laugh nervously* I mean, the boss there doesn't know I'm here yet, so...

You- Elizabeth Caledonia?

Cass- Oh...you know her.

You- I chased her for a long time, but now...whatever *fix his vestments* I could use you to catch her, but...I dont want to waste your charming, Cassidy.

Cass- M-My...My charming? Hehe...! *blushing*

You- *Grab him by the clothes pulling him to you* But if I catch you with Deadlock gang...you're a dead man! Understood?

Cass- Yes...! Yes! Of course! *swallow dry* Don't worry, strike commander, I will never be affiliate with Deadlock again, miss.

You- Good boy... *tap his chest and smile* You know...I always felt a little uneasy with cowboys *Playing with his collar*

Cass- Uneasy in a strong word, lady...*blushing* ~Why the hell I'm so fucking nervous around this woman?! I don't even know her! ~

You- Always so rebel and egocentric.

Cass- Don't believe in what you see in the movies *chuckles* I'm a cool cowboy.

You- You're a nice cowboy? *sexy voice taking your hand to his face feeling his face warmed*

Cass- Ye-yeah...*blushing harder* I'm...nice!

You- I always had a crush on you, Cassidy. Don't disappoint me...*pull his chest and smile walking away*

Cass- I...I...*laughing like a goofy* Yeah...I won't...*hearing something dripping and looking down, the coffee was dripping out of the mug* Wha...?! AH! My coffee! Clumsy cowboy! Dammit!

Genji- ...the fuck was that? *looking at him from the sofa*

Cass- Wha? Which part?

Genji- You literally turned you mug...are you ok?

Cass- *laughs* I'm feeling wonderful, partner! Hehehe!

*Later at Gabe's room*

Gabe- *laughs* She flirted with you? Really?

Cass- Yeah! I'm not lying!

Gabe- *take off his shirt* Right, you did not flirt with her? She did?

Cass- Yes!

Gabe- How can someone leave you so fucking embarrassed, Cole?

Cass- Her! She's so...! So everything!

Gabe- You just met her, Cassidy...

Cass- She knows me! And she said that always had crush on me!

Gabe- A crush on you?! Come on, Cassidy! *laughs*

Cass- She knows the Deadlock gang, God Dammit, Gabe! She were after Ashe a few years ago, I do even remember her talking about someone following all her tracks!

Gabe- Really? Oh, so she may have some stuffs about you.

Cass- Exactly, that's why! She have a crush on me *smirk* Got it?

Gabe- But you were a bandit.

Cass- She may like the bad guys *laugh*

Gabe- You're...not...a bad guy, Cass *holding laugh* Actually you're pretty nice for a bandit.

Cass- Hey, come on! I use to rob and...

Gabe- Kill innocents? I don't think so.

Cass- Ok, I do have a problem with being a actually bad guy! *lighting cigar and Gabe open the windows*

Gabe- *sighs* Well...so, what you gonna do? Hook up with her?

Cass- That would be interesting *walking close to the window*

*someone knock the door*

Gabe- Come in.

You- Excuse me *go in with some papers, look at Cassidy and smile* Well, am I interrupting something?

Gabe- No no...just talking. What is this?

You- Next mission, take a look yourself, commander.

Cass- Well...good thing you'll be with us this time *smirk looking outside the window*

You- *smirk* Yeah? It would be a good thing if you show up at my room tonight, Cassidy.

Cassidy- *look at you completely red, like the photo* Wh-what...?

Gabe- *surprised and trying not to laugh* ...!!

You- I need some cowboy to teach how to ride tonight...*wink and walk out the room closing the door*

Cass- *paralyzed*...oh...

Gabe- That was...*chuckle* insane!

Cass- I...I talk to you later...Commander...*getting out of the room* I got some...business to...take care.

Gabe- Take a good care, Cassidy, I'll only let you both do this time! *laughs*

Cass- Yeah yeah, whatever! *ran away*

Yeaah a short one! 1 shot! Yay! \o/

#she/her #overwatch #overwatch x reader #fem!reader #overwatch x you #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #cole x reader #overwatch fanfiction

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