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pedge-page · 4 months

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You Please, My Pleasure

Sub! Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: Sub!Joel, Mommy kink, cowgirl/riding, orgasm denial, over stimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, orgasm control, reader’s hand makes a pretty necklace for Joel, themes of free use, objectification, praising words for Joel (sweet boy, etc), bitty breeding kink at end

18+ ONLY

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You sat In a community table at the cafeteria, over hearing a group of other women chattering about the men they'd been eying up:

"You seen that Joel Miller around?"

"Oh, he's hot as hell. I dont care how old he is."

"So protective, and strong, and firm. Jesus just look at him those broad, muscled shoulders and back. Bet he's a wild night."

"Shhh!"

"Im serious! The lucky girls he's probably pleasing..."

'Did you you hear he's apparently great with a gun."

He could ram his big gun in me any day."

"Shut up Claire! Oh my god."

"I just know it. Bet he could make you ache for days. Half the men here wouldn't compare to a guy like Joel in bed. I just have my own fingers to keep me barely satisfied, dreaming about a hunk like that."

"What about you?"

You hear your own named piped up, apparently leaning too far in to their conversation and now finding yourself included.

"Oh." You glance at the clock behind them, realizing you had to get back to your house instead of listening to the lady gossip of the town. "Luckily I just have my own toy to come home to..." and you escuse yourself with a gentle smile.

There was something beautiful about watching a strong, built, capable man like Joel Miller absolutely fall apart under you. The way his high pitched moans bounce within the confines of your bedroom, not one secret of his confessions ever leaving the safety of these four walls. His flush skin adorned in bright claw marks, almost a way of claiming him under those rugged clothes. His stomach tensing then releasing with each breathy pant, eyes rolling as he tries to hold on to the little control he has over his orgasms.

An unearthly sight. Just for you.

“Ah—ahh fuck!” He cries. Joel’s hips crash up against yours, shaking as he concentrates on starving off his orgasm.

You slow the rocking of your hips to gentle glides, your palm caressing the stubble of his cheek. “Shhhhhh, I know. I know. You’re bein’ so good tonight, baby.”

He nods with furrowed brows, eyes closed and head thrown back into the soft white pillow. His beautiful brown curls splayed out on the satin case like a god. “I’m—I’m bein’ so good,” he repeats, swallowing the lump in his throat as he feels himself regaining composure over the tight coil wound in his stomach.

“That’s right. That’s my good boy,” you praise.

You start a slow rhythm again, softly bouncing on his thick cock that’s been teetering on the edge for an hour now, buried snugly in your suffocating pussy.

“Good boy,” you coo again. “Mommy never leaves your aching cock neglected, huh? Let you live in my warm sopping pussy all day and night.”

“mmmm—yeah—yes Ma’am. Treatin’ me—s’good.”

You’ve trapped his body, your knees caging him between your legs. You can feel the tense quivers in his spread thighs, unable to do much as your ankles have wrapped back over the meat of them, pinning him below you. He can’t fuck up, can’t squirm. If he wanted to throw you off him, there’s no doubt the immense strength in him could. But he doesn’t.

His hands are on your waist reassuringly, only to remind himself that you’re still here, guiding him through it. He’s gotten so much better at not taking back control, relinquishing his mind, body, and soul to you.

You feel the steady twitch of him inside you, dragging so deliciously along your walls, taking full advantage of his girth pushing to the crest of your womb. “You’re the best cock I’ve ever cum on.”

“Hahhhh, oohhhhhgggghhhh, tha—oh f-fuck!—thank you—“ he can’t help the slight canter of his own pelvis rolling up into you, brushing his tip along your cervix. “Thank you, Mommy. I—You feel so good—I feel—feel amazing, sweetheart. J-Jesus fuck. Love—love your tight pussy—choking’ my cock. Usin’—usin’ me.”

“Yeah? You like being my fucktoy?” The hand on his face slow glides to his mouth, your thumb hooking on the side and tugging before letting it spring back to place. You then push your fingers around his thick throat, the other hand planting firmly on his plush chest to hold you up. You don’t crush his neck, only leave your touch there as a warning. You ass slams down harshly on his fat cock, making him hiss, encouraging the new rough fucking you’re giving him. The room fills with the obscene slapping of skin against skin as you ride him harder.

“Yeah—yeah! Ye—ah fuck—fuck yes!” He croaks, teeth gritting as he stares you down with hooded eyes. “I l-love bein’ your little fuck stick. Comin’ home n’ fuckin’ me, fuckmefuckmefuckme!—turning’ me into y-your personal dildo. FUckMommy, yeah!”

His tongue sticks out, smiling hazily as his neck arches, head thrown further back, pushing him into your touch. He looked so fucking pretty wrapped around your fingers.

He doesn’t realize his hands have grasped at your breasts, squeezing them in his big hands.

“Look at me,” you command, breathless yet still pulling your authoritative voice over him. His head snaps back, watching the way your body glistens on top of him with each bounce. Your hips were practically flush together, grinding down on him with precision. “Did I say you could touch my tits?”

He retracts his hands immediately, returning to their rightful place on your hips. “N-No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry Mommy, please.”

You tighten your grip around his throat. “You live— for my pleasure.”

He lets out a guttural groan from deep within his chest. “Yeah—yeah fu—oh fuck, shit—yes Mommy! squeezing’ me so tight, m’just for you, all yours, want you to feel so fuckin’ good, mmmm—” He’s nodding quickly, little wailing growls growing louder as you crash your pussy down on his weeping length over and over again. His lips are parted, fast short breaths being forced out as he feels his pleasure climbing.

“That’s right,” you pant, lost in the prickling feeling of your clit snagging against his pubic hair, smothering your throbbing nub.

“Nnffmmmm—I’m—I’m gonna cum, Mommy. Please, please tell me I can cum,” he whines.

You stop your hips entirely, ignoring the way his face curls into anguish and cries out pathetically. His body is shaking violently under you with the denial.

You laugh wickedly in his face. “No, nonono, sweet boy.” You let him continue to whimper and quiver below, his cock twitching between your folds. You lean down and grip his hair, kissing him with your tongue invading his lips like a serpent in a rabbits den. You suck his bottom lip before pressing your foreheads together, rolling into a slow, devastating grind that has him seizing in near pain under you.

“I still want more cock.”

Joel elicits a small whimper, reducing himself to nodding again. You cup around his cheek once more, a loving, natural tone slipping out of you. “Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” He coughs obediently, voice strained beyond recognition.

You sit back up, both of your hands digging into his chest and start riding him more aggressively again. “Fuck me like you want to give me more cock.”

He gasps out a pained yelp. Joel’s beefy fingers clench your sides, nails pinching into your lower back. His knees bent, feet planted wide apart digging into the mattress to thrust up into you. He fucks you with vigor, ignoring his own pleasure too rapidly building inside him again in exchange to watch your tits bounce, hear your gorgeous voice flood the air with each powerful ram.

“Ugh—oh yeah, baby that’s it!” You cry, tilting your head up to the ceiling. “Fuck me, fuck me so good, baby!”

But his hips are rutting too high, too fast, breath coming out too shallow. “Oh—oh god, I’m gonna—Mommy fuck I can’t! I can’t stop, I’m gonna—!”

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Joel,” you snap. Your pussy contracts around the width of his cock in a death grip, unable to stop the aggressive back and forth grind as you chase your orgasm.

He’s shaking his head, eyes squeezed shut as you start to cum around him.

“Oh f-fuCK I can’t—ICAN’T!—I’m—FUCKfuck!—“ His balls draw tight as he releases thick spurts of his seed, load after load filling your convulsing cunt as he forces out harsh pants through clenched teeth—“Mommy I’m sorry! I’m cumming! I can’t stop—I can’t stop fuckin’ cummin—ohjesus I’M CUMMING.” He’s absolutely pouring buckets, each throb of his cock inside you pushes more cum deep into your convulsing womb. The two of you are moaning together in high tune, though his even more desperate, slightly pained after being denied all night.

You settle before he does, eerily quiet atop him as his staggered breaths and fluttering chest calms. When the fog in his mind clears, his eyes fly open, shame washing over him at what he’d done.

“M-Mommy I—“

But you don’t listen, slowly driving back down with his spent cock sloshing in and out of your drenched cunt.

“Ah!” He yells, fingers tightening around your waist in a plea to stop the overstimulation. You yank his wrists off of you and pin them above his head. With each rock of your hips, you feel his stomach tensing and releasing, unsure of the overburdening sensation you’re forcing on his poor dick.

“mmmfffff—nnoo, Mommy, No more, please!”

You still ignore him, rutting your ass back down on his dick now that it’s fully erected again. His seed spills down the base of his cock, wet slaps overlapping with his pathetic pants.

“AURRgghhHH!! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He begs. “I’m—Mommy—fuck—fuck I can’t!”

“You can and you will.” You state plainly, pace continuing without falter.

His shaking digits desperately try to collide with the death grip around his wrists. “Please, please, how can I make it up to you??”

You smile inwardly. The desperation in his hoarse yet sweet voice, his shaking limps both squirming away and subconsciously thrusting back up in to your tight heat, more, less, more, he’s so unsure of the overstimulation wracking his bones. You liked this Joel. You want to keep this Joel.

And he knows.

“We’re not done until you fuck a baby in me.”

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zeltqz · 1 year

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want a taste | gojo satoru

/teɪst/ the sensation of flavour perceived in the mouth and throat on contact with a substance.

pairing. gojo x bff fem!reader

word count. 1.4k

synopsis. high out of their minds, reader decides to give gojo a blowjob in the middle of the cinema.

authors note. short smut bc i had gummies the other day and dreamt about sucking gojo off

The two of you cannot stop laughing, quiet snickers filling up the air, totally oblivious to the irritated glares coming from the random people trying to enjoy the movie.

“Look at her hair!” You bring your voice to a whisper—even though your voice is practically booming—and point at the awkward messy ponytail on the girl on the screen. It doesn’t even look that bad; but your brain is fried and smoky, so it looks all wonky. “It looks like you.”

The joke doesn’t even make sense, but he’s laughing anyway.

“Shut up.” He playfully shoves you away, already missing your warmth and tugs you back to rest your head on his shoulder, rubbing a hand along the curve of your shoulder, cherishing you close to him.

“Do you have another ?” You ask, sitting up for a second to dig through his coat pocket, pulling out a mini container filled with more gummies.

He watches as you eagerly throw another one in your mouth and has to stop you before you manage to grab another. “Take it easy, (y/n)—” he’s snatching the other gummy from your mouth, slotting it back inside the container and putting it back into his pocket, ensuring its zipped up for more security.

“C’mon—don’t be a pussy.” You’re pouting and trying to reach inside his pocket once more whilst also chewing pretty loudly on the gummy. Maybe its because your mouth feels so sore and numb that you’re chewing so recklessly, but you choose to blame it on the weed anyway. “Gimme another, I don’t feel it yet—”

“Stop lyin’ you’re higher than me right now.”

Gojo still has some sense of where he is and his actions right now, but you? Gone. Faded. Disappeared.

“I’m not!”

“SHHHHHH!” A person a couple rows ahead of you has to turn around, hand over their lips and though half their face is covered from the darkness in the room, Gojo doesn’t fail to see the bothersome look on his face that had been brewing the entirety of your stay here.

You shush him back just as loudly, giggling once more when he turns back around and mumbles some irritated words under his breath.

“Sorry, repeat that?” You have no control over your volume and the man jolts in his seat at your booming voice. Gojo's hand moves so quickly and efficently, saving the day by planting it over your mouth, effectively shushing you for real this time as you struggle to rip his hand away.

“Sorry about her.” He apologises to the few people in front of him. They all grunt out a ‘its fine’ despite the fact they all wanted to strangle you into the seat.

Fortunately for them, Gojo’s hand remains over your mouth for the next five minutes and you’re silenced.

You take this little time-out to examine Gojo’s face, losing yourself in the beauty known as his side profile as he watches the movie. He lightly chews on his bottom lip and you get the sudden urge to kiss him, see how they feel under your own.

You tap on his thighs once, twice before he nods at you, eyes still facing the screen as he watches, invested in the plot now.

“I wanna have sex.”

At that exact moment, a popcorn kernel gets lodged in his throat and he jolts forward, coughing a couple times to get it out.

“That could be me choking on your dick if you’d let me.” You say with zero filter and Gojo’s ears go red, redder than you’d ever seen before. It’s visible under the light of the big screen, slowly creeping up to his cheeks.

“You’re not fucking funny, don’t—” The kernel is still there, just enjoying itself at home and its uncomfortable to speak.

He coughs once more and you sit up on the chair, latching your lips onto his neck, sucking on the skin there to make it as red as his ears.

“We’re in public—stop.”

“When has that ever stopped you, hm?” You mumble against the length of his throat, sucking widly.

His actions completely conflict his thoughts, moving his neck to the side to give you more room. You hum against his skin, and he shivers feeling the vibrations ripple across his body.

You fight the urge to climb into his lap, fingers skimming over the zipper of his pants as you drag your lips up to his jawline, mapping your way up to his lips.

Gojo has to remind himself to blink when you kiss him, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in the feeling of your tongue licking into his mouth fervourously.

Maybe it’s the weed, or maybe you’re just a fucking good kisser; he doesn’t know, but he allows you to control the kiss, holding his head in place as you switch angles, shifting further up the seat till you’re practically on his lap.

It’s a miracle you’re both seated in the back row. It’s late at night too, meaning most people aren’t here but the little ones that are, they're all seated near the front.

There’s a three-row gap between your row and the nearest available person.

“Can I suck your dick?” There’s a thin string of spit connecting you both when you pull away, drawing him in with that seductive look in your eyes as you tug at the zipper of his jeans.

The chair squeaks when he pushes you off his lip and you smile up at him, dropping to your knees on the floor and fumble with his zipper.

Hooking his index finger, he bites down on it to stop himself from making any uncessary noises—the last thing he needs right now is to get kicked out of a public cinema.

He shivers when you bring his dick out of his pants, the cold air slapping against his shaft has him almost regretting he agreed to do this, but it is too late to back down now.

Way too late.

You look at his cock like it's single handedly the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, tugging his pants down more to free his balls from the restraints of his boxers.

Leaning forward, your tongue at the tip, small kitten licks that have him sucking in a breath, holding the air in his lungs to stop himself from thrusting his hips up to feel more of your mouth.

He almost moans when your fingers drum against his balls, cupping them gently and massaging them as you fit the tip inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to stimulate his cock more.

“God damn, fuck—” He rasps out, panting against his finger, biting down on it harder when you start bobbing your head up and down, up and down. “Your mouth, fuck—” He doesn’t care anymore, thrusting his hips up to shove his cock so deep inside, craving the warm wetness of your mouth.

You choke, rather louder than you had expected but you don’t care, not when your throat is being used like this. Tears brim at the corners of your eyes and your fingers fly up to the hand on your head, pressing down on your head to push yourself further.

He lets out a choked off gasp when his cock reaches the entrance of your throat, thrusting just a little more before he’s entering it. “Fuck!” He pants, not really giving two fucks about his volume, pushing your head down till your nose brushes against his pelvis, keeping you there long enough before his tip starts to twitch, leaking out precum that you eagerly swallow.

Your throat muscles squeeze and contract around his cock and he’s biting his lip, hand flying up to his mouth to cover his moan as he explodes down your throat.

You swallow it all, waiting till every last bit is gone before you suck all the way to the tip of his cock, tapping his thigh to grab his attention. When his eyes meet yours, he almost cums again because you’re slowly taking him all the way once more; throat fully trained for his length and choke yourself a couple times at the base.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.” He says, voice shaky as he pants, trying to regulate his breathing. You smile around his cock when his hand cups your cheek, rubbing your skin and leaning into his touch.

“Mmm, yeah you owe me though.” You slide back onto the chair next to him, two fingers hooking under his chin and dragging him to your face, greedily sucking on his lips.

He smiles when the taste of his cum just lingers in your mouth, slow languid strokes of his tongue against your own have you falling into soft moans.

What the both of you failed to realise is your volume; once again, totally oblivious to the disgustedly irritated glares coming from the people as they listen to the soft moans leaving your mouth as you let Gojo loudly suck along the length of your tongue.

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roosterbox · 3 months

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Heyyyyyyy Steddie thinky thought time again! And I’m putting it under a cut because, YET AGAIN, my hand slipped and I accidentally almost 2,000 words.

Tags: ANGST, miscommunication, HOH!Steve, Mean-and-Overly-Defensive!Eddie

So picture this, if you will…

High school AU. Probably no Upside-Down. Steve is deaf/HOH. He signs, but he knows that not everyone else does, and so few take the time to learn, especially not for him, so he usually carries around a notepad too. Just in case. Someone (probably Dustin, lbr) asks him to sit in on a Hellfire meeting. Heck, maybe even asks him to join. Steve is unsure, but he’s open to new experiences and Dustin always makes his favorite club sound really awesome (also the guy who runs the club is super cool and hot too, but shhhhhh). So sure - he’ll check it out.

The day comes and Steve gets there early. Like really early. In fact, he’s there before anyone else. Which is fine; he can use the extra free time to do a little homework, right? Thing is though, he’s so focused on his notebook that he doesn’t notice somebody else come in - Eddie. And there are four important things to note about Eddie.

He doesn’t know Steve is deaf.

He doesn’t know that Steve has been explicitly invited here by Dustin.

He knows Steve only by his reputation. So, not good.

He’s as protective of his club and the kids in it as a mama bear.

Needless to say, these four factors combine into a perfect storm, and Eddie is immediately on the offensive.

“Hey!” He says. “Hey, Harrington!” He continues when he gets no acknowledgement. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

No answer. Steve doesn’t even look at him. Just keeps writing in his notebook.

“Hey asshole! I’m talking to you!” Eddie’s volume is rising, as is his temper. Despite his uncle’s best efforts, Eddie’s never been the best at keeping cool. But, man, the disrespect. It tends to eat at him. And coming from King Steve of all people? Oooooooh doesn’t that just make his blood boil. Eddie stalks over to where Steve is sitting. If he thinks he’s gonna waltz in there and tease or humiliate any of Eddie’s little sheepies, he’s got another thing coming.

Steve, meanwhile, is just happily doing his homework. Maybe doodling a little in the margins. Wondering if Eddie looks as cool running the club as he does around school. Especially when he’s up on the lunch tables ranting about conformity. He’s so lost in thought that a sudden hand on his arm shocks him out of his chair, up to his feet. And just like that, he’s face to face with his secret crush, the one and only Eddie Munson. He smiles, but only for a moment as he sees Eddie’s furious expression. The other boy’s lips are moving. A little fast, but Steve does his best to read them.

“-hell are you doing here, Harrington? This isn’t one of your stupid jock sports teams. If you’re here to hurt these kids-“

Steve’s eyes widen. He tries to sign something. No, no.

Eddie sees Steve looking scared, waving his hands. It only serves to make him angrier. Steve sees he’s getting nowhere with sign, so he grabs his notepad and starts writing. He can still see Eddie saying something in his periphery, and he tries to write fast. To clear up any misunderstanding.

But then. Eddie goes too far. He manages to hit on one of Steve’s biggest insecurities mid-rant. And then he keeps digging at it. Steve stops writing and just… stares. Like a dog, Eddie cannot let go of the bone he’s found, so he keeps going. Insert any list of your favorite Steve insecurities here. His upbringing. His (bad) relationship with his parents. His reputation (which Steve hates so much). His intelligence. His fighting skills or lack thereof (poor Steve: getting beat up in every universe). And the worst part is how mean Eddie is about it. The kids tease Steve too, and yeah sometimes it hurts, but it’s never felt as outright cruel as it does when Eddie says it.

Steve’s eyes fill with tears, despite his best efforts, and while Eddie is mid sentence, Steve decides he’s had enough. He shoves his notepad at Eddie, into his chest, eliciting a surprised huffed exhale, before grabbing his bag and just running. He runs out the door, out of the building, to his car, and drives himself home. He doesn’t stop crying for hours.

Eddie, after the surprise of Steve shoving him and running out, just rolls his eyes. “Typical,” he mutters under his breath. “Fucking prick.”

He looks down at the notepad in his hands, still mad but also curious as to what Steve had thought was so important that he just had to start scribbling it down while Eddie yelled at him. And…

Not here to hurt, I swear. Dustin invited me. He’s like my little brother. I’m deaf - sorry couldn’t hear you talking. I’ve seen you around, and I think you’re pretty cool. I’ve never played DND before, but Dustin really loves it. Maybe I could-

That’s as far as it went. And man. Imagine the feeling of your heart sinking, dropping down past your stomach, through the ground itself before finally coming to a stop in the molten core of the earth. Imagine that, and you may experience a fraction of the almost instantaneous levels of guilt Eddie feels at that moment. All at once he thinks of how Steve had looked at him after he first got his attention. He had smiled. Fucking grinned. He was happy to see him. Happy to be there. Eager to see what Hellfire was all about. Eager to learn.

And Eddie had just taken that happiness, that earnest interest, and stomped on it. Crushed it utterly beneath his sneakers as if it were a cigarette butt.

The other guys start filing in. Including Dustin. But before he can say anything (maybe to ask where Steve is, and why the hell does Eddie have his notepad), Eddie shoves past them out the door.

“Eddie, what-“ Jeff starts.

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie calls over his shoulder as he quickly makes his way outside. Just in time to see Steve’s car speeding out of the parking lot. He curses, loud enough that a few students still milling about jump at the unexpected noise. Eddie doesn’t care. He messed up. He really fucking messed up, didn’t he?

He makes it up to Steve eventually. It takes time, of course; Steve’s trust is a hard thing to earn even on a good day, but after that first encounter? They’re not just starting at zero; they’re practically starting at -1000. He starts small. Little exchanges here and there. Usually with Dustin (or, occasionally, Steve’s best friend Robin, who looks at Eddie like she would flay him alive if Steve gave her the word) acting as a sort of buffer. It takes almost half a dozen of these group encounters before Steve says (writes) a single word to him, and even then it’s perfunctory. Cold. Simple. And it definitely hurts, just a little, especially since Eddie’s crush that he’s had on Steve since freshman year has been steadily growing with every exchange they have. As monosyllabic (if even syllabic at all) as they tend to be on Steve’s part. But every time he feels that hurt, Eddie thinks of how Steve had looked at him when he left the club that day. How sad and angry and frustrated. And he pushes his own (tiny, inconsequential by comparison) hurt aside. I can do more, he thinks.

One day, he manages to corner Steve on his own, without Dustin or Robin. Steve is annoyed - he still gets that sinking feeling of hurt whenever he’s with Eddie (which is enhanced (terribly so) by the stupid crush he has), and immediately pulls out his notepad. Starts writing on it. Something simple and to the point. Leave Me Alone. Or maybe Go Away. He gets as far as the first word before he realizes that Eddie isn’t talking. Not aloud, anyway. No, he’s signing. A bit clumsily, and a few of the words are wrong but close enough to understand. One sign is chief among them, though.

I’m sorry.

And in that moment, maybe, it hits home for Steve that Eddie really means it. Means it enough to try and learn an entirely new language to meet Steve where he is. He looks in Eddie’s eyes and he can see the guilt and shame swimming there. The hurt is still in him, that’s not going away with one apology (though this isn’t the first one Eddie has given him, of course), but still. Steve scratches out what he had been writing in favor of something else. After a second, he hands Eddie the paper.

I can’t forgive you. Not yet. You really hurt me. But thank you. When did you start learning to sign?

He sees Eddie’s eyes get a little watery as he reads, but then he’s handed back the notepad. He had thought that Eddie might take the easier route and just write it down, but no. Instead, with his hands free, Eddie continues signing.

A couple days ago. Stayed up all night. His cheeks were darkening. Blushing in shame at his rudimentary skills. Bad at it. Sorry.

And maybe it’s just because Eddie is one of only a handful of people Steve has met that have taken it upon themselves to learn sign, or maybe it’s that damn crush he can’t seem to lose, but Steve shakes his head. No, he signs, trying to keep it simple. Good.

Eddie looks away, signing Bad again. Steve touches his hand, the first point of actual physical contact they’ve had since that day at the Hellfire Club. Their eyes meet, and Steve signs, with as much emphasis as he can, GOOD. And then, Thank You.

Eddie looks down, suddenly feeling oddly shy. He’s still blushing but he also can’t help but smile. There’s the ghost of a dimple on his cheek, making Steve’s heart give a weak little flutter.

You’re welcome, Eddie signs.

After a long moment, Steve writes something down. He doesn’t want to overwhelm Eddie with signs yet. Not to mention that he doesn’t know how deep his (apparently only days-old) knowledge base goes. Best to go easy on him.

Maybe we could… start over?

He holds it up for Eddie to read, face a picture of inquisitive hope. The other boy nods, starts trying to sign, but gets frustrated rather quickly before holding out his hand for the notepad. Steve chuckles and hands it over, not missing the way Eddie’s blush deepens even further at the sound he probably made. Maybe his crush isn’t as one-sided as he’d been thinking.

Yes! Absolutely! If we are, then consider this your “first” official invitation to the Hellfire Club. Today, after school. (There’s a “I” here but it’s scribbled out) We would love to have you there.

I’ll be there, Steve writes. And, after Eddie reads it, he makes sure to get the other boy’s attention before he slowly signs the same thing. I’ll be there.

#stranger things #Steddie #my stuff #writing is hard #rooster’s thinky thoughts #deaf steve harrington #mean eddie munson #miscommunication #angst #and then they fell in love?#yup #they definitely did #lol

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sphylor · 10 months

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its storming so the ghouls all decide to drink hot cocoa and make a cuddle pile >:)

(i swear i haven't forgotten about these prompts) anyway 964 words of Sunny, kitty Dew and puppy Mountain under the cut because Brainrot (i have not proofread it so if you see any mistakes shhhhhh no you dont.)

"Aww hey, puppy. Watcha doin' under here?" Sunshine cooed softly. She had been walking past and heard a high pitched whine come from under the kitchen table. She crouched down to peer under there and found Mountain curled up under a blanket, shaking and making hurt little sounds. He poked his head out from underneath and looked up at her with sad eyes that made her heart crack in two. “Is it the storm outside?” she asked and he nodded, his bottom lip trembling slightly as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks.

The Abbey had woken up to dark grey skies, clouds hanging like bruises in the air, threatening to flood the earth below. And that they did. At around midday, the first rumble of thunder could be heard overhead, and from there the heavens opened. It was so dark and there was so much rain that the lake wasn’t even visible when looking out the windows. Rain had pouted when he was told he wasn’t allowed to go outside in it, but as lightning flashed across the sky he no longer looked eager to go out there. It was approaching evening now and the storm still raged on. Now that Sunny thought about it she hadn’t seen Mountain since that first crack of thunder. But he wasn’t the only one who had been missing all day…

A faint little meow came from under the blanket and after some rustling Dew also popped his head out. He held little mousey in his mouth and when he meowed again it came out muffled. “I didn’t know you were here too, kitty.” Sunny reached out her hands and gently stroked through the two ghoul’s hair, scratching the spots she knew they both liked. They both stopped trembling as much and started to relax. Their eyes were still wide with fear, though, and Sunshine knew it would take some time to calm them down from this. “The storm’s pretty loud, huh? You both came here to try and hide?” More nodding and a little mew from Dew answered her questions. “You’re both completely safe. The storm is out there. Nothin’ can getcha in he-” she was cut off by another loud peal of thunder and Mountain and Dew both retreated back under the blanket with a yelp and a hiss respectively.

Sunshine tried to coax them back out but they wouldn’t budge. She sat back and thought for a moment on what would be the best thing to do. She couldn’t just leave them there, shaking and scared, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t feeling a bit out of her depth here. She wasn’t either of their primary caregivers for when they regressed and wasn’t entirely sure how to calm them down. “I’m gonna go get Rain and Aeth for you guys, okay? Just stay here.” As she went to stand, though, Mountain’s arm reached out from under the blanket and grabbed her leg. He stuck his head out again slowly and shook it. “You want me to stay?” she asked and Mountain’s ears perked forward from where they had been pinned back against his head. Sunshine smiled, “Of course I can stay.”

She scooted closer so that all three of them were now under the table and Mountain put his head in her lap, looking up at her with his puppy dog eyes. Sunny got the message and began scratching behind his ear, causing his tail to start wagging underneath the blanket. Dew also emerged from hiding and cuddled into her side, resting his head on her shoulder and starting to quietly purr. She spoke softly to the two of them, keeping their minds distracted from the storm so that they wouldn’t notice each roll of thunder or flash of lightning. And they stayed this way until the other ghouls entered the kitchen.

As soon as Mountain picked up on Aether’s scent he bounded out from under the table and wrapped him up in a big hug, giving his face a big lick, a dopey grin on his face. “Woah, someone’s a happy puppy! Has Sunny been looking after you?” Aether chuckled and Mountain let out a little “aroo”.

Rain crouched down under the table and as soon Dew saw him he went over and headbutted his shoulder in greeting. The water ghoul sat next to Sunshine and let Dew crawl into his lap and start rubbing his cheek against the fabric of Rain’s shirt, meowing “Mousey” through a mouthful of his favourite toy. “Yes, I’m here now, Dewy. I’ve got you.” Rain whispered into his hair as he pressed kisses to his forehead. He then turned to Sunshine and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for watching him, sunshower.”

After that Aether cooked dinner (a nice warm stew for a stormy day) and by the time it was finished Dew and Mountain had both relaxed enough to come out of their respective regressions. The storm outside was long forgotten as they ate their stew and talked and laughed around the dinner table. And when they had all finished they traipsed back into the living room and pulled the throwovers and blankets from the sofas, along with the pillows and cushions, and got cosy on the floor whilst Cirrus brought through steaming mugs of hot chocolate for them all.

Sunshine was the thirst to yawn and was soon followed by everyone else as they put their empty mugs to one side and flopped down to sleep. Dew and Mountain both moved over to her and led down on either side of her, Mountain resting his head on top of Sunny’s while Dew tucked his own under her chin.

“Thank you.” They both whispered as the now gentle sound of rainfall outside lulled them into sleep.

#kitty dew #puppy mountain (sfw)#dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #this ended up being longer than i thought and it doesnt entirely stick to the prompt but Oh Well

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neonponders · 1 year

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Another small part two for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~

Part 1 here ~

(also I’m putting these on ao3 so they’re easy to find.)

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

Steve never expected to be in a doll boutique, but his latest, high maintenance residents refused the stiff, itchy clothes that came on commercial dolls. So now he walked around with the two little ones hitching a ride in his shirt pocket.

It was odd, shopping for tiny and overpriced linen and stretchy knit fabrics. But clothes were clothes, and he kept looking around to make sure onlookers wouldn’t spot the tiny people in his pocket.

“See anything you like?” he whispered, but the replies were not helpful.

“Biwwy, is it scarwy in here?”

“The cwreeps aren’t wreal. But we’wre not tall enough for this.”

He had a point, there. These dolls were simply too big. Steve pivoted toward a section of the store which would arguably be worse: the porcelain harlequin section. But this boutique was organized by doll size, and unfortunately more clothing options went on larger dolls...

Steve sent a harmless smile to the shopkeeper, who eyeballed him suspiciously. His jacket easily covered small Billy and Steve, but their voices were not so easy to mask. Steve hoped the visible ear buds and cord hanging around his face would make anyone think the voices were from the radio.

“What the hell, Steve?”

He sighed. “Ignore the clowns. What about these overalls?”

“How do we piss in overwalls?” Billy retorted.

Steve sighed and continued along the shelves. “How about Grease lightning over here?”

“YEAH!”

“Shhhhhh, sh,” Steve panicked. “Quiet, all right? The owner already thinks I’m going to steal something.”

“Sounds fun,” Billy declared, wiggling in the pocket to get out.

Steve hastily cupped his hands around his shirtfront to catch the daredevils climbing - naked - from his pocket. He set them gently on the shelf and thankfully still had his hands up to catch the doll little Steve promptly knocked over. “Hold ‘im, Steve! I’ll get ‘is pants!”

“Guys, I can just buy the dolls and you can get dressed in the car.”

Tiny Steve paused to give that some thought, where as Billy had already removed a faux leather jacket and put it around his body. “This smells cheap.”

“It’s not real leather. Real would be too stiff with all the stitching. Is it comfy or not?”

“No,” Billy disregarded, throwing the jacket down. Then he pointed past Steve’s shoulder. “I want him.”

He glanced nervously at the shelf behind him, only to lift his eyebrows with relief. “Oh. Fighter pilot, huh?”

He brought the doll over, complete with tiny aviator sunglasses and...real rabbit fur on the bomber jacket collar. Steve groaned inwardly, Mom’s going to kill me.

But Billy’s little mouth dropped into an O of wonder when he touched the jacket. He couldn’t be bothered to take it off the doll, he just hugged the porcelain pilot tight, burying his face in the fur. “This one!”

“Okay, B. Back into the pocket. We gotta pay for it first. Steve? How you doin’?”

“I want this one,” his voice called, and Steve felt a spear of panic in his chest because he couldn’t see him. Then, right out of a horror movie, a doll shuffled across the shelf, knocking others out of the way as little Steve pushed its standing pedestal to the front.

The doll was another Grease model, but it was Danny from the beach scenes in the beginning: light blue jeans, white t-shirt, and pastel blue collared shirt.

From big Steve’s pocket, Billy critiqued, “The other one’s cooler.”

“Hey,” Steve chided softly. “You got the one you wanted. He can have the one he likes.” Then he added to little Steve as he took the doll and offered his other hand to magic carpet him back to his shirt pocket. “I think you have excellent taste.”

“Thank you, Stewie,” he sang, landing in the pocket with a solid tug on his shirt fibers.

Steve took a deep breath, his heart doing that painful pinch again. He tried to hang the discarded jacket on its doll’s shoulder before leaving, and made sure his own jacket hung over his pockets. “Miss? Do I bring the ones I want to the front or do you get them?”

The shopkeeper got a flash in her eye at the use of Miss instead of Ma’am, and came around to assist him. It didn’t get him a discount, though.

#let's get these boys dressed!#harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #smol squad #pocket!au #pocketverse #ficlet

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gamerbearmira · 7 months

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Giant mermaid au

Yo...For the giant mermaid au can we pls see more of Antonio with his human buddies, maybe they're like giving him a piggy back ride lol and trying to feed him without him biting.

I hope it's not too much but can we also see giant mermaid isa, agustine and Bruno haven't seen them yet lol

Questions

So Agustin being the one to talk to humans, is he sorta the expert on them is he asked questions about them?

What do the sirens do? What's their routine, guppies sometimes go to the groto daycare and most adults go hunting or defending the area. I'm just curious how the community runs or just what it's like lol. What do the madrigals family do everyday?

Do Mirabel and Isa still have beef?

Tiny madrigals au

High fives 🥹

Heh quite alot, hopefully not too much of a bother I love your stories and your drawings 😎

OF COURSE‼️‼️‼️

Also I never explained or said it but. Antonio, along with other guppies, really only like one human from the ship they encounter. You know Milo, from Atlantis. Yeah, the human is basically like that dude, a linguist. He can understand the guppies, to an extent, so they like him. The guppies simply tolerate the other humans. They can’t get close or. They will get bit 💀💀

And yes. I have yet to draw the other siren Madrigals shhhhhh

Agustín isn’t an expert, but he definitely knows a whole lot more than the others in the community. He often will debunk the things that just straight up aren’t true. He is bombarded by guppies and younger sirens on a daily basis. They’re always asking him questions about human, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s funny how interested they are, seeing that he in no major way, is he against humans entirely.

As for the sirens???? I guess it depends on the family. Guppies do go to the daycare though. They actually sleep in there most of the time, they rarely are in their family cave to sleep, because of how small they are compared to grown sirens. They’re picked up n the morning, go back in the afternoon, then they can free roam, and then their parents usually drop them off at night. Hence why there are always the caretakers at the Grotto.

The adults, most of the time, are hunting for some kind of food. Defending surprisingly isn’t a major priority. That job is typically left to jellyfish, you know like box jellyfish, considering how close jellyfish and giant sirens have been for decades. Some adults are farming, but it’s not for like sea animals; it’s for those giant shells that are used for guppies. They’re cultured and selectively breaded specifically so they can be used for guppies. And it’s not just like clams, it’s oysters, mussels, any kind of shell like that. Humans actually try and find these farm, because sometimes, though it’s rare, giant pearls can form within the shells. Pearls mean nothing to giant sirens, they hold no particular value, so they’re kind of just put into the family’s treasury and they move on with their lives.

Madrigals is very similar to what they do in canon. Just going around helping whoever needs it. Gifts??? I never really decided if they were a thing, but I’m leaning towards no??? Honestly them helping around is enough, and since they’re underwater, a lot of the gifts serve no real useful purposes to giant sirens. They!re very capable, and have no need for anything special.

And no! They don’t have beef. It’s more like a friendly sibling rivalry. You know, play fighting, talking smack, stuff like that. Alma doesn’t really play favorites in this AU. So nothing driving them apart. Isabela was actually the one who carried Luisa and Mirabel around in their shells when they were little, so she’s quite close with Mirabel.

Tiny Madrigals, but it’s just these two

AND I’M GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF‼️‼️ I LOVE MAKING IT 👹👹👹

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto agustín #encanto bruno #giant siren AU

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waitdoineedaname · 2 years

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HELLO IM BORED SO HERES MY FRUITY FOUR HEADCANONS

(disclaimer: i myself am disabled jewish gay and trans so most of this is projecting but shhhhhh)

Steve is autistic in the sense that he doesn’t understand social cues and tries to imitate those around him to mask.

His parents (barf) used to yell at him for his autistic traits when he was younger, thus he started imitating ppl so he’d fit in

He has problems with a lot of clothing textures, so he usually alternates between the same 3 polos and the occasional sweater paired with a pair of very comfortable jeans

Robin spots it a mile away

Robin is also autistic, but being a woman in 80s nobody cared and just thought she was weird

When they hang out its just them making weird noises and repeating eachother while laying over eachother

Robin is a bit better with social cues, but she doesn’t get when its “her turn” to talk, and ends up interrupting others or talking over them

She doesn’t mean it!! She feels really bad afterwards

Expect a million and one apologies

She also rants and talks very loud + fast when she gets excited. She usually stims when this happens, either rocking back and forth or shaking her hands

Nancy I’m less sure on whether or not she’s autistic but idc

She is autistic because I said so and also autistic people tend to flock together

She tends to be very quiet unless comfortable around someone

Almost always fiddling with something in her hands

Pens, toys, you name it

When she is interested in something she will spend hours upon hours researching it

And in random conversations she’ll just say something like “Did you know that pigs don’t sweat?” and pretend like its a totally normal thing to say

Eddie munson is autistic and i will stand by that until i die!!!!

Does not understand social cues in the slightest

Tell a joke that requires more than 2 seconds of thinking and he’ll stare at you until you explain it

But he is in no means stupid

He just has trouble focusing things that don’t interest him (cough me cough)

He could tell you in depth about a galaxy he fixated on with so much detail you’d think hes an astronomer

Nest minute he’d ask you how to di long division

Mans is all over the place

Very touchy

Pressure is a huge thing for him

Needs pressure on him or he can’t relax

Ok general headcanon time

Steve is jewish

He never got to celebrate his holidays with family and when dustin heard this (i think dustin is jewish too) he immediately gets dragged into holidays with the hendersons

He complains but nothing makes him happier than the stupid plastic menorah that they light every year (“Fire is dangerous, dusty!!”)

Eventually Robin gets roped into it. Shes not jewish but she loved spending time with her friends

Very confused but supportive. (“whats with the balls in this soup?? IM SUPPOSED TO EAT IT???????”)

All of them have movie nights every week. Its called a movie night but its more “a movie plays in the background while they all comfort each other about their shared trauma” night

Eddie loves trinkets

He has multiple shelves filled with just little trinkets

His prized possession is a guitar pick he caught while at a metal show

Nancy and Robin pass notes with stupid shit in it during class (mainly Robin and Nancy pretending to be annoyed but she loves it)

Once they got caught, they had to read out “dost thou fancy cheese, fair maiden of egg?”

Teacher of that class now ignores their note passing

Eddie has chronic pain in his hands from guitar (same)

Steve cradles Eddie’s hands in his and makes him hold heat packs until the pain goes down

All of them are platonic soulmates

Steve and Eddie are together

Nancy and Robin are together

Constantly go on “Double Dates” and Eddie and Nancy pretend to date while Steve and Robin pretend to date

All constantly get drunk/high/both together and once more, do stupid shit

Like ride a shopping cart down a really big hill stupid

IN CONCLUSION: I LOVE MY BLORBOS AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!

#no stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 #stranger things #fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #steddie

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dolce-peach · 2 years

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Hi! I loved your soft & honeyed obi-wan fic, and was wondering if I could request another for him? Maybe him & the reader have the same dynamic they did in soft & honeyed. Obi-wan and the reader have just come back from a brutal mission where they lost a lot of men, and it's really negatively affecting the reader. Obi-wan notices how depressed the reader is and goes to comfort her, maybe some cuddles or something sweet like that?? I've been having a bit of a rough time recently and would love to see how Obi-wan would comfort the reader during a depressive episode. No worries at all if this is too heavy of a request, I appreciate you taking the time to read this & for writing all of your works. I love them & you! <3

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pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

warnings: violence, death, grief

a/n: so this took a little longer than expected -- so sorry about that, anon! 🥲 i’ve been out of the country this entire month and also had a nasty cold (also could've been covid shhhhhh) -- also i’m so sorry you’ve been feeling that way 😔 sending all my love! also apologies bc you can tell that i’m obviously touch starved 🙃 hope you like it!! 🥰💗

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The plan was simple with very little room for error, as it always was. It was one of Obi-Wan’s secret talents, as you discovered over the years of partnering up for missions.

It fascinated you to see how his mind worked in high pressure situations. You noticed he often stationed you somewhere near him on the front lines. He took into account everything that could possibly go wrong. You appreciated that he wasn’t overly demonstrative about his need to protect you. Your eyes often found his anyway, even across the battlefield.

His priority was you as well as the mission.

If all went well, you and your entire squad of clones would be home before supper.

“That is all,” Obi-Wan said, concluding the makeshift briefing in the cruiser’s cargo hanger. “Cody, how soon can you get your men in the air?”

The clone commander stood tall. “Fifteen minutes, General Kenobi.”

“You have ten,” Obi-Wan said. “We’ll want to have the element of surprise on our side.”

“Understood,” Cody replied with a nod, turning towards his team. “You heard the General! Wings up in ten!”

“Yes, sir!”

As the clones dispersed, you found yourself tightening your wrist gauntlets. You weren’t surprised when you recognized the pair of boots that stopped in front of you.

Obi-Wan’s gloved hands lay themselves on top of yours. “Allow me.” There was a small twinkle in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile. “What would I do without you?”

He chuckled as he easily tightened your gauntlets, casually checking the rest of your armor while he was at it. “In your defense, this armor isn’t intuitive,” he pointed out.

He took your hands and helped you into your gloves, the leather of his brushing against your skin.

You hummed. “Maybe there’ll be a day where we won’t have to wear these anymore.”

“If we complete today’s mission, we’ll be one step closer to that day,” he told you, as he always did.

“What are we waiting for then?” you joked, brushing a bit of his hair away from his face. “I’ll see you later?”

His eyes fluttered at your touch, selfishly relishing in your presence for one more moment more before nodding, his expression hardening. “May the Force be with you.”

You echoed his words before running off to your own ship. You glanced back briefly and flashed a smile.

It was all you could do before boarding your fighter.

In a way, it comforted you, to pretend like everything was okay in the midst of everything falling apart. You were sure it probably put Obi-Wan at ease. Maybe that was a bit of a guilty thought you had, but in the end, it really only put off the inevitable.

You knew your body was due for another breakdown at some point, but as your cockpit closed over your head and your ship launched into space, you knew it couldn’t be today.

You had a job to do, a duty to fulfill.

As you sliced the last battle droid with your saber, you took a moment to catch your breath.

Just because the plan was simple didn’t mean it was going to be a cakewalk. Part of you didn’t even want to turn around to see the aftermath of the small battle that ended up occurring. You were sure most of your squad had fallen. The lack of the sound of their boots only confirmed that.

“General!”

Hearing Cody’s voice gave you some relief.

“Commander,” you greeted. “Where’s General Kenobi?”

“Securing the last of the throne room,” he replied. “I was ordered to take the men I have left and see if you needed help.”

You glanced over your shoulder and couldn’t help but look away immediately. There was no question that your entire squad had fallen, their white armor almost glowing in the light that fell through what few windows there were in the room. Their bodies were strewn, decorated in their blood.

“My men...” you trailed off.

Cody beat you to it, already ordering what medic clones he had to start surveying for wounded soldiers.

You fell to your knees. How could this have happened? You were sure you were taking most of the heavy fire, deflecting blasts elsewhere. There had to be someone.

Anyone.

You could scarcely recognize Obi-Wan kneeling before you. His gloved fingers hooked gently under your chin, raising your face to examine you.

There were tears blurring your eyes. He bore concern in his face as he stroked your cheek.

“No one,” you breathed. “There’s no one left. They’re all...they’re all dead...”

“You don’t know that. We’ll check --”

“I do know!” you snapped. “You feel it as I do! Their spirits. Their life. Their Force, gone!”

At seeing Obi-Wan stagger back, your eyes were wide with horror as you covered your mouth. Stop talking! Stop thinking.

Stop living.

He called your name, cautiously taking your hand. “Breathe,” came the soft command.

“I can’t!” you sobbed uncontrollably.

“Just try,” he insisted, cupping your cheek. “Look at me.”

Your lower lip trembled as you followed his voice, gazing deeply into his ocean eyes. His thumb rubbed away grime and oil caked into your skin.

“There, that’s it,” he praised. “Their deaths are not your fault. Remember that.” His eyes reflected your sadness.

You leaned your head into his chest. “I want to go home.”

You felt his chest rise. “Me too,” he said as he caressed your head, holding you close.

You had no strength left in your body. It was a miracle you made it back to the star cruiser. With the help of Obi-Wan, who made no complaints while carrying you, you were able to get what rest you could in your quarters, away from prying eyes and grieving men.

Nothing could ever comfort you for your losses this time. You knew they were clones, men bred for war, but as the years went by, you couldn’t help but form friendships. They had your back, always.

As you sat still on your bed, still in your roughed robes, you glanced outside your window, to the infinite stars.

The door to your room slid open. Obi-Wan walked in with a tray of food. Sensing your silence, he set the food on your table before sitting down next to you with a heavy sigh.

“You should eat something,” he said.

“I think I just want to sleep,” you admitted tiredly.

He nodded, his lips pursed in a small smile. “Then sleep.”

You sighed as you leaned back, collapsing into your sheets. Closing your eyes, you could already feel yourself giving in to sleep.

The only thing barely keeping you conscious was Obi-Wan gently removing your boots and setting them neatly to the side.

He paused for a moment before removing your belt. You rolled over, so he could slip you out of your robes more easily. His fingers occasionally grazed your skin. Physical intimacy with you two was an unfamiliar thing, but it didn’t change the fact that you felt incredibly comfortable with each other. Obi-Wan had seen you in your most vulnerable states. He knew when you were guarded, and this wasn’t one of those moments.

On the other hand, he was harder to read. You eventually learned every expression and nuance his face had to offer, with the way his eyebrows were furrowed deeply or the way his hand always found his beard when he was deep in thought. You memorized every shade of blue his eyes had to offer.

Eventually you opened your eyes, seeing his eyes on you in quiet observation. You sat up, saddling his lap before you undressed him. It was your way of begging him not to leave.

“Better?” he asked quietly while watching you fold his robes neatly before setting them on the chair. His callused fingers brushed against your collarbone. You slowly hugged him.

“Yeah,” you whispered in his ear. “You?”

He hummed in affirmation. “Always so concerned about others before yourself,” he pointed out. “What can I do for you?”

You wanted to have him kiss you, hold you, take you in every way known to man. You wanted his skin against yours, holding you so close and so tight that you might disappear. You wanted him to make you forget your sadness.

You could never tell him that, to use you so you could use him. Part of you knew he’d never forgive you for that either.

For now, you could do with this.

“Stay.”

You felt his laugh rumble from his chest to yours. “Lay down then.”

You scooted back, letting your head hit the pillow. He lay down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Letting his body spoon yours, you held his hand to your chest, interweaving your fingers in his. You placed a tentative kiss against his knuckles, and he responded by brushing his lips against your neck, breathing in your scent.

The sensation tickled you. “I should shower,” you said, trying to get out of bed. “I probably smell like oil and sweat.”

He refused to let you move. “Stay,” he murmured. “Rest.”

Feeling him pull you close to him sheltered you. You exhaled slowly, trying to force yourself to relax.

“You’re okay,” he breathed, as if hearing your troubled mind. “You’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You turned until you were facing him, stroking his cheek. “How can you be so sure?” you whispered. “Our time is finite anyway. My men may have been clones, but they all had lives, personalities of their own. I was the only one with the power to save them, and I couldn’t in the end.”

“How would I be able to live with myself if I didn’t try?”

In the moment you gave a weak smile whilst gazing into his eyes, you knew you were safe. He meant those words, as much as you hated to admit, and as much as it went against what the two of you stood for. But in that moment, you forgot about protocols and duty.

His arms were all you could focus on, his body pressed close against you, skin on skin. His sweet musk dulled your senses as the warmth that radiated from his body sedated you. You ran your fingers along his chest, creating constellations through his freckles. His rough fingers squeezed the skin of your hips with every changing direction, making your breathing unsteady in the best of ways.

As he cradled you close in his chest, he stroked your hair. “None of it was your fault,” he said. “You understand that, right?”

“Obi-Wan...” you trailed off in warning as you pulled back, sitting up.

He took your hand. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Tears welled in your eyes. No matter how many times he said it, there would always be a part of you that would never believe him. Your grief would never think of letting you off the hook that easily.

You could see his eyes widen as you tried to hold back your tears. Wiping your eyes in haste, sobs shook your body. “I’m sorry...”

He gave you a sad smile. “What are you sorry for?” he said gently. “You have nothing to apologize for. I know it, my men know it, and your men know it.”

You shook your head as he wiped your tears. “You and I have responsibilities. I don’t want to keep you here, General.”

“General, now?” he lightly mused. “You’re exhausted,” he said, laying you down again. “Just try to sleep, alright?”

“Will you leave?”

He settled next to you. “No,” he said. “And we’ll talk about it when you’re ready.”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his in silent thanks.

You never realized when you fell asleep, but you woke up a few hours later, thanks to a nightmare. Much to your relief, Obi-Wan still slept beside you, his breath steady.

Your fingers found a home caressing his cheek with the lightest touch. Peace never left his face as he slept, almost making him look younger. If it weren’t for his beard, he’d probably still have his boyish look. It was one of the only signs that he lived in a world where he had to age too quickly, being thrown into something he never wanted to be part of.

When he stirred, you froze. He murmured something in his sleepy haze.

“It’s okay,” you hushed him. “Just sleep.”

His brow relaxed once more, the growing crease on his forehead disappearing instantly. You carefully repositioned yourself so your head lay on his chest.

Then you heard it. Steady thumps of his heart in your ear.

He was alive.

You bit your lip as tears welled up again. You never knew a simple heartbeat, something one wouldn’t ever think to listen to, would bring you so much relief.

You had to protect it at all costs. Even though you knew such thinking was deeply rooted in the dark side, what was wrong with protecting what you loved?

#anon #anonymous #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan #obi wan x reader #kenobi x reader #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #reader insert #fluff #angst #kenobi series #clone wars #requests open #sad hours 🥲

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linskywords · 1 year

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Taylor Swift Meets Hockey RPF: A 2022 Advent Calendar

Hello friends. I’m so excited to announce the advent calendar you never knew you wanted: the countdown of the 25 ficciest Taylor Swift songs, specifically as they apply to hockey RPF!

We’ve long been aware here in the fic community that Ms. Swift’s lyrics provide excellent titles. But just how ficcy are her songs, really? I’ve set out to answer that question via an extremely scientific* ranking project that combines three things I love dearly: hockey RPF, Taylor Swift songs, and making ranked lists of things.

*It was not even a little bit scientific

If you share any of these interests, you may be asking the following questions:

Q. I’m so excited! But what does this advent calendar actually consist of?

A. What a good question. Every day I’ll do a write-up of one of the songs, starting with the least ficcy of the 25 on 12/1 and getting ficcier each day up until Christmas, when the ficciness will reach its peak and we’ll explode with the joy of repressed men pining for each other.

Q. Are you actually going to write a story for each song?

A. Hahaha no. But I am going to pick a pairing that I think fits the song the best and say a little about how their story would go, and if I get intrigued enough by any of it I might write the story eventually.

Q. You’re going to let us know which song lyrics you’d use to title the story, though, right?

A. Of course.

Q. How can I keep track of these posts?

A. This post will act as a master post as soon as I’ve started the countdown.

Q. How about a playlist so we can listen along?

A. I got you right here! It’s empty now, and I’ll add songs as soon as they’re revealed.

Q. But wait! There’s so much variety in fanfiction, even just within hockey RPF. What does “ficciest” actually mean?

A. The ficciness of each song has been determined via the extremely objective method of me thinking about it really, really hard. I’m not aiming for all of fandom here; my frame of reference is men’s hockey RPF, specifically slash, specifically the kinds of stories I most enjoy reading/writing.

Q. Isn’t that kind of arbitrary?

A. Shhhhhh.

Q. Okay but that means pining is going to be front and center, right?

A. Absolutely it does.

Q. So…you actually went through all of Taylor Swift’s discography for this?

A. Let’s just say my Spotify Wrapped is a little extreme this year.

Q. Aside from screwing your Spotify stats all to hell, did you come across any trends in the ficciness of her music that you’d like to share with us?

A. I’m so glad you asked! As part of determining the top 25, I rated every Taylor Swift song in her 10 studio albums (Taylor’s Version where available) on a scale of 0-10 for applicability to hockey RPF. Her albums ranked as follows:

Reputation (2017): 4.79 average ficciness rating

Lover (2019): 4.39

Taylor Swift (2006): 4

Speak Now (2010): 3.88

Red (2012): 3.55

Folklore (2020): 3.41

Fearless (2008): 3.4

Midnights (2022): 3.3

Evermore (2020): 3

1989 (2014): 2.77

Honestly I was pretty surprised by how this shook out. I expected ficciness to be at its peak in her first few albums, but nope. It was reasonably high at the start, and it did decline as she transitioned from country to pop with 1989, but then it shot up to new heights in Reputation and Lover. These are, not coincidentally, the two albums she wrote during and just after the start of her relationship with her current partner. This makes sense to me: the pining of the early albums is all well and good, but there are also a lot of songs about breakups, which did not do well in the ficciness ratings. After Lover, things went a little more as expected: the ficciness leveled off again, and her three most recent albums all ended up in the bottom half. Here's a fancy graph of the results:

That said, averages don’t tell you everything. Her first album is less ficcy than Lover on average but does far better in the top 25. Folklore is above Fearless by average rating, but it only has one song in the top 25 versus Fearless’s four. In fact, there were three albums that had only one song make it in, and 1989, least ficcy of them all, managed to squeak in twice. So “average ficciness” and “number of extremely ficcy songs” turned out to be very different stats.

Q. That's fun. Do you have any more charts?

A. I sure do! Here's one I made of how many songs came in at each rating from 1-10:

Basically, there were a lot of songs that weren't ficcy even a little bit, declining in number towards the mediocrely ficcy at 5. Then the count started going up again with songs that had enough ficcy content to be considered but maybe didn't quite hit the nail on the head. There were only a few songs that were real bullseyes.

When it came to narrowing things down, everything 7 and above got further consideration. About half the 7s made it, and almost all the 8s (there were a few I left out for various reasons). All the 9s and 10s got in.

Q. You’ve infected my brain with this, and now I’m curious how you’d rate this one song of hers I’m thinking about.

A. Shoot me an ask! If it isn’t in the top 25 I’ll answer with the ficciness rating I gave it and why.

Q. Thank you, this was exactly the extremely niche advent calendar I was hoping for this year.

A. Universal appeal, that’s my goal!

Day One: Speak Now Day Two: Blank Space Day Three: Sparks Fly Day Four: Girl at Home Day Five: Come Back...Be Here Day Six: 22 Day Seven: Breathe Day Eight: Willow Day Nine: Cruel Summer Day Ten: Long Live Day Eleven: I Know Places Day Twelve: I Think He Knows Day Thirteen: Snow On The Beach Day Fourteen: Peace Day Fifteen: Call It What You Want Day Sixteen: Fearless Day Seventeen: Untouchable Day Eighteen: I'm Only Me When I'm With You Day Nineteen: Invisible Day Twenty: Gorgeous Day Twenty-One: Dress Day Twenty-Two: Treacherous Day Twenty-Three: Teardrops On My Guitar Day Twenty-Four: I'd Lie Day Twenty-Five: You Belong With Me

#honestly i have no idea why i did this but i got SO INTO IT #please feast on the fruits of my weirdness #advent 2022 #ficciest taylor #masterpost #hockey rpf #taylor swift #thanks chartgo.com for those charts

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scenefox2003 · 2 years

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“Can I call you dad?”

Aka I found out that “master” can mean the same thing as prince/princess and I’m losing my shit

Andrias lounged contentedly in his throne, leafing through yet another book that could give some answers on the stones or the three temples. He wasn’t finding much, but he enjoyed reading, so it didn’t bother him.

“King Andrias?” A voice called from the end of the room, interrupting his reading. But he didn’t mind, he recognized the voice immediately and smiled.

“Master Marcy! Come in, come in!”

Marcy was peeking her head through the massive doorway, as she always did when she asked to come in. Andrias loved it when she did that, it made her look comically tiny. But even from afar, something seemed off about her. Her expression was less curious and more… nervous. This was made even more apparent when she walked into the room. She usually ran down the hallway eagerly to greet him, but now she walked slowly, almost hesitantly, pulling her cape tighter around herself and wringing the fabric in her hands. Andrias had come to recognize that as a sort of nervous stim of hers, something she did to soothe herself.

Once she’d reached the throne, Andrias picked her up by her cape and sat her on his knee, their usual configuration for conversations.

“It’s good to see you! Things have been so busy recently, hm?”

Marcy nodded, not making eye contact. Of course, this was normal for her, but it seemed more significant this time. Andrias frowned.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concerned. “You seem worried about something.”

Marcy pulled her cape even tighter, and hunched her shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just… have a question, that’s all.”

“Okay then, shoot!”

Marcy didn’t match his lighthearted attitude.

“This is dumb,” she laughed nervously. “I’m probably just overthinking things, but uh… I was reading up on Newtopian royalty and traditions and stuff like that, and uh… you know how you call me Master Marcy?” Andrias nodded. “Well apparently the ‘Master’ title is for the king’s child… and I was wondering if that meant… anything…” Marcy pulled her hood over her head, hiding her face. “Like I said, it’s dumb! I’m probably just being stupid and making things awkward like I always do, but-“

Andrias smiled, and gently pulled Marcy’s hood back down.

“You could never be stupid, Marcy,” he said kindly, rubbing her head with his finger. “And nothing is awkward. You’re all good.” He paused for a second, trying to figure out what to say next. He was admittedly a little bashful that Marcy had found that out. “And… yes, that is what that title means, you are correct. If you don’t like it, I can stop calling you that-“

“No!” Marcy immediately shouted, pulling the edge of his sleeve. She quickly let go, embarrassed. “I like it, a lot, actually. it’s funny, I-“ her voice cracked, and she tried desperately to hold back tears. “This is weird, I shouldn’t be telling you this but…” she squeezed her eyes shut, and a tear rolled down her nose. Andrias gasped softly, taken aback.

“Marcy, Marcy… Don’t cry…” she let out a sob, and Andrias placed a massive, comforting hand on her back. “Oh sweetheart… you can tell me anything, you know that? I won’t judge you.”

Marcy tensed and hunched her shoulders, then spilled her guts out.

“I just… sometimes, I wish you were my dad instead of my real dad, and I think about what it would be like if I was born here and if things would’ve been better, and I daydream about it a lot, and it feels so stupid and wrong but I-”

“Shhhhhh,” he cooed, “it’s alright, you’re alright. You don’t need to be ashamed of any of that. I’m glad you told me.”

“You are?”

“Mhm. I’m honored you think so highly of me.”

“Well, it’s not like my father set the bar very high…” Andrias let out a hearty laugh at that, nearly bouncing her off his knee. “…but yeah, I really do,” she finished. “Would it- um… would it be okay if I called you dad?” She asked shyly, wrapping her cape around herself again. Andrias smiled.

“You can call me whatever you’d like.”

Marcy smiled, and Andrias did his best to wipe her tears away.

“Now, no more tears. Why don’t we go grab Yunan and Olivia and play a game of lawn darts?”

“Aren’t they working?”

“I’m their boss, they’re only working when I say they’re working.” Marcy giggled, and Andrias grinned and lifted her onto his shoulder. “Now come on, Master Marcy! Let's go have some fun.”

#and then he stabs her the end #seriously I can’t fucking handle this #WHY COULDNT HE HAVE JUST BEEN GOOD #expect more season 1 era Marcy fics out of me I actually cannot fucking stop #amphibia #marcy amphibia #king andrias #marcy wu

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amyyythestarry · 6 months

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Tsukasa’s a Himiko Toga kinnie. And a Pinkie Pie kinnie.

Amane/Hanako is a Omori kinnie, and a Donnie + Leo kinnie.

Mitsuba is a Duck ( From DHMIS ) and a Sally Starlet kinnie.

Sakura is a Glitter Breeze and Glitter Ace kinnie. ( Can u tell I ran out of ideas )

Natsuhiko’s a Real Love Song by Nothing But Thieves and Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montogomery kinnie…

But, I thought of this thing that’s popular amongst friends, and my friends that definitely also relate to TBHK friend groups, even ones I made up.

In New Blues there are really only two main friend groups at first and one of them are called Aegean, that has Natsuhiko + Sakura + Mitsuba + Tsukasa + Amane + Y/n. ( Did I ever mention Y/n’s in this au?) I called it Aegean bc I had no other ideas and the au is called ‘New Blues’, and Aegean is a shade of blue.

This kinda has nothing to do with the kinnie thing.

Y’know when friends come up with code names, like for crushes and people they don’t like? Yeah, that’s the Aegeans.

Little scenario.

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Tsukasa and Mitsuba are minding their business in Kamome’s high school building library. Mitsuba was on his phone scrolling through social media, and Tsukasa was doing homework he had, that he definitely wasn’t going to do it at home because it was Friday.

Mitsuba keeps looking up at his phone occasionally, at Tsukasa or to just gaze at his surroundings. The one time he does it though, he spots a new face in the library in between two book cases, the person looked to be trying to find a book. Because it was a library, obviously.

But Mitsuba gasped a little, and patted Tsukasa’s shoulder several times to get his attention.

Tsukasa turned off his music, Gimme Chocolate by BABYMETAL, and looked at Mitsuba.

“Hmm?”

“Oh my god, oh my god, look it’s mango!!!” He whisper-yelled.

Tsukasa looked around him, and saw no mangos, so he turned to Mitsuba confused.

“What mango-??” He said with a regularly-voluminous voice, and his best friend instantly shushed him.

The noise that they were making made the person turn to them, and smile as she walked towards the table they sat at.

“Don’t say anything Tsu.” Mitsuba whispered to Tsukasa one more time before he pretended like he was on his phone again.

Tsukasa, confusingly, continued to write on his paper homework.

“Hey Mitsuba-san, and Tsukasa-san! If you don’t mind, could I ask you guys do you know where the Sci-Fi books are?” The girl asked sweetly.

Mitsuba looked up, unnoticeably having a small blush on his cheeks.

“Ohhh, yeah! I think it’s over there somewhere, near the librarian’s desk. I’m sorry if that’s not it though..!” He laughed nervously.

He knew where the Sci-Fi section was, he reads them. ( As well as Tsukasa but he didn’t look up from his paper because he was told to not say anything )

“Oh, thank you Mitsuba-san! If it’s not there I’ll just ask the librarian. She’s a little rude though, so I wanted to avoid her..”

“Uh, yeah! I understand!”

The girl walked away towards where Mitsuba said, and Mitsuba breathed a sigh.

Tsukasa noticed the girl walking away, and turned to Mitsuba again. “Who is that??”

Mitsuba turned to him as well with a deadpan face.

“You seriously don’t remember..?”

“No.”

He facepalmed, “Tsukasa-kun, that’s Maoi, the one freshman from our gym class. ‘Mango’, remember??”

Tsukasa looked totally lost.

“No, no I don’t remember. Mango??? What?”

“God Tsukasa-kun, did you not hear me ramble about her to you last week.”

“So…. We don’t like her.. Or—“

“No we like her, at least I do! She’s kind and pretty!”

Tsukasa thought for a second before oh-ing really long and loudly.

“You like her!” Tsukasa smiled.

“Shhhhhh!!” Mitsuba shushed him, “Don’t say that out loud, what’s wrong with you! It’s just a little crush! Like a hallway one!”

“Oh, well I wish I knew about her early.”

Mitsuba looked at Tsukasa like he was a dumba**, and Tsukasa turned to his homework again. Now listening to The End by BABYMETAL and Lil Uzi Vert.

—

That wasn’t that long, but I thought that was a funny scenario.

Tsukasa’s friend group just comes up with code names for people, and he has no idea what they’re talking about.

I know the whole Aegean group wasn’t included but that’s ok.

Anyways, that’s it.

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talesfrom-theupsidedown · 1 year

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I posted 2,794 times in 2022

That's 2,794 more posts than 2021!

128 posts created (5%)

2,666 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@every-dayiwakeup

@nogitsunbae

@ickypuppi3

@ouizzyharringrove

@ariesbilly

I tagged 1,864 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#billy hargrove - 1,081 posts

#stranger things - 636 posts

#dacre montgomery - 509 posts

#harringrove - 354 posts

#steve harrington - 310 posts

#😂😂😂😂 - 125 posts

#max mayfield - 70 posts

#joe keery - 55 posts

#😭😭😭😭😭 - 54 posts

#nikki’s october horror movie catch up - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#he was in there!!!!!!!!! sittin on his bed in his shitty house in his shitty room watching himself fucking drag ppl he saw everyday

My Top Posts in 2022:

*Billy pokes his head into the room*

Billy: Sweetie…darling…love of my life…

Steve: *suspicious* What do you need, Billy?

Billy: Why can’t I just shower you with love and affection for no reas—

Steve: Billy.

Billy: There’s a spider in the kitchen, will you—

Steve: *sigh* Yeah, yeah, I got it.

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Billy fic where reader is in a creative writing class with him and she finds out he is a beautiful writer cause she over hears the teacher urging him to share it with the class. He said no, the deal was that he would do the homework only if no one else ever sees it.

Reader was hanging back cause she dropped her bag or something and then runs out to the parking lot to catch him.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop…”

“Then why did you?” he snarled.

She stands her ground

“I know you don’t want anyone to know and you can keep it that way. But. I’m the editor of the literary magazine and I could publish your work anonymously. No one else would have to know. I wouldn’t tell a soul, I promise. Just…think about it.”

Billy climbs in his car and takes off but the next week he covertly hands her a stack of handwritten papers after class. “You swear no one will know?”

“Yes.”

And Billy’s heartbreaking world is opened up to her through his short stories and poems that should really be published somewhere other than a dinky little high school literary mag but people start to pay attention and follow the stories of this new mysterious writer.

She’s hounded by people begging for the true identity but she’ll never say a word.

Over time, she couldn’t help but start to fall for Billy, though, and as his writing becomes a little softer, more wishful, and mentions the kindness of a girl…

Well, she couldn’t help but hope.

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(Idk if there will be more to this but I liked the thought that popped in my head before bed last night and had to write it down 😌)

154 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

Yes, Billy, calling another man a “pretty boy” while both naked in the communal showers is a completely normal thing and straight thing to do. 😆

156 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

Steve while high: He’s just so cute with the lips and the hair and the butt ya know?

Steve: Do you think he likes me?

Steve: He’s mean but I kinda like it.

Steve: Should I ask him out? What if he says no?!?

Steve: oh god. Don’t tell Billy I said that. Shhhhhh.

Billy, currently dating Steve: Okay.

192 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is the most Harringrove thing ever. 😂

399 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Talesfrom-theupsidedown

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kwxeden · 2 years

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hey everyone! i’m here with eden han, photography nerd, band nerd, just a nerd loser in general... with a passion! he’s a photography major, loves to take pictures of many things including the people around him, easily inspired. chances are if you’re a friend, you’re in his dslr camera gallery. president of the photography club! he’s also a pitcher in the baseball team. what else, what else... right, he’s also a guitarist. a guy with a lot of hobbies. if he seems familiar, then shhhhhh.

here’s his profile page! bio pages are overrated (read: i did not have the time to make one) so i’ll be listing things about him under the cut. i’ll also make a plots page... one of these days! if you’re interested in plotting, please like this post and i’ll crawl my way into your ims (i also have twitter/discord upon request) ♡

was born and raised in vancouver, canada up until his high school graduation

took ap classes + summer classes so he’s able to graduate high school earlier than most students, hence he’s a young 3rd year undergrad

in middle school, he made a band with ( @kwjun ) called “losers who are learning to love themselves”, really hammering that losers club aesthetics! he’s trying to revive it right now with a new lineup

is the lead guitarist and main vocalist!

had been into photography since he was elementary school. his older brother bought him a toy camera and ever since, he finds himself enamored by the idea of capturing fleeting moments into the lenses of his camera and ‘immortalizing a second’

joined a lot of photography competitions/events back then! won a few, lost a few, he’d end up in second place sometimes. he’d still sign up for them now in uni when he can

left canada and flew to kr to leave... something behind... but ironically...

love starved, touch starved, affection starved—and he throws all of that into music composition. all the songs he writes are about yearning

tries to be a good person. tries to be a good anything to everyone. sometimes he tries a little too hard

he has a fairly unhealthy view on love and relationships/friendships in that he’d be bending over backwards for people but won’t let people do the same for him because... that’s just how he is? hm. we’ll check back later

composed most of the time. calm and teasing smile, unreadable eyes—kinda hard to break him! even if someone’s clearly hostile with him he’d just be amused

loves to love and loves to be in love but doesn’t think about being loved

very much the type to go along with anything/anyone as long as they like him/want him whether it be in terms of friendship or more

LOVES to tease. to the point it might sound flirtatious, but he’s never the one to start it. once someone hits him with something though, he takes it as a challenge to one-up and tease back x100 worse

a social drinker! likes to drink with friends... he might end up saying so much shit

also a puppy

one way to describe him is he’s like the combination of every day6 song in one human being

plot ideas... the Bare Minimum(TM)

canada friends, for obvious reasons

people who dislike him, or just want to get a rise out of him, or any type of negative reaction but nothing works LMFAO

someone who accidentally ends up in his camera roll and he’s like ‘oh, sorry, you were just pretty and the background was good and it was reflex’

other music geeks, other losers, other nerds, other photographers... etc. shared interests are always fun

flirt wars......... whoever wins gets whatever they want

messy parties... anything can happen at parties ;)

someone who actually listens to his band’s music and appreciate it/is a fan of it. alternatively someone who doesn’t get wtf is up with his band and WHY is he calling himself a loser

friends... not friends... enemies... fwbs... ENEMIES with benefits... i’ll throw him at anything

idk. please take him. i want him out of my brain

give me ideas and brainstorm with me and i’ll love u forever i am sooo easy to please and bait this is a promise

#kw: intro #/ now time for ME to be a responsible student

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badassxbirdy · 1 year

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November Activity Update (Pinned Post)

It’s time once again for the monthly activity update! If you’re new here: these monthly posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. We skipped last month, so this update includes things posted or in drafts for September and October. Everything else can be found over on my thread tracker (here) or in previous monthly updates which can be found under this tag.

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, click here. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.

Now onto the update!

OOC Housekeeping:

I now have a side blog for ooc things. So if you’re ever wondering what’s happening with me and/or my activity level, mini updates will be posted on @birdy-ooc from now on. Monthly updates will still be posted here.

October was the 10 year burritoversary, aka the anniversary of when mine and Rook’s friendship began! ❤️ We are OLD my dudes. If you aren’t following him, you should correct that immediately. Everyone needs a Rookito in their lives.

If you missed my mini updates, things have been a little bit bonkers on the family front. I’m going to be back and forth between home, my mums house, and my nans house. The queue is now set to post twice a day until things settle down.

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

(In alphabetical order by username)

Being a little shit at the bar (link) - @blutschatten

Car trouble (queued) - @demcnsinmymind

At the motel (drafted) - @demcnsinmymind

Cannibal ghosts (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Damon shields Ty (link) - @derschwarzeengel

In jail (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Making their escape (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Giant bugs? (link) - @derschwarzeengel

“Get out of there, he’s a priest.” (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Ty finds Vampire!Damon (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Stab wounds and attempting kicking. (link) - @diicktective

Meeting Hook (drafted) - @hvbris (Hook)

Ty is very confused. 😂 (link) - @hvbris (Wednesday)

At the motel with FBI!Fish (link) - @imprvdente

Image starter meme (drafted) - @indyflanery

Monster encounter (queued) - @lcbcshcart

Disappearing teens (queued) - @magaprima

Sweet murder boy interrupts punching. (link) - @nightiingaled (Killian)

Soft babies! (link) - @nightiingaled (Eli)

“Are you following me?” (queued) - @normallyxstranger (Jamie)

No such thing as too much sauce (drafted) - @normallyxstranger (Mason)

“Does it still hurt?” (drafted) - @normallyxstranger (Mason)

“I was just trying to help.” (link)- @normallyxstranger (Casey)

Incorrect quote starters (link) - @normallyxstranger (Jamie)

Banishment gone wrong (link) - @normallyxstranger (Victor)

How many fingers (link) - @normallyxstranger (Tabitha)

Get down (link) - @normallyxstranger (Mason)

Under pressure (link) - @normallyxstranger (Casey)

“You’re blaming me?” - End of thread (link) - @normallyxstranger Carla

Not supposed to be here (drafted) - @razorfst

Ty meets Kiara (link) - @thatevester

Food prompt meme (link) - @wraith-of-christmas-future

Headcanon, dash games, crack, and assorted silliness:

Reflect meme - the hunter incident (link)

Burritoversary! (link)

Rook made me a beautiful promo and I am cry. (link)

Damon is no longer allowed to look in Mel’s direction (link) and is still on Ty’s shitlist. (link) 😂

High school au? High school au! 😱 My description is still incoming, but Rooks is here! (link)

Tyler is very concerned for the gh*ul boys. (link)

I believe that’s everything, apart from the headcanon memes which I still have not done but shhhhhh about that. If I’ve missed anything else then please do let me know!

I hope you all had a wonderful Halloween. Stay safe, and hydrate your flesh prison. ❤️ —Em

#activity update

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