#i'm going to faint he is so so so so very pretty and silly. seeing the Toymaker dip Kate like that...wow 🥴

[yayakoishii]

Good evening, how are you? I hope you are well. I really loved your fics with chubby reader (I laughed so hard with Sanji "whoever you're talking about, I agree with Nami. no one is worthy of you") and I wanted to know if your asks are still open? I don't know if you're comfortable writing comedy, but I think it would be funny if Reader was a fighter and Sanji saw her applying the move from this link on some random enemy (https://youtu.be/JgnUVcFx_Tg?si=KY3nrRhF86C91fOV), and asked her to apply it to him (kind of nfsw-ish but no big deal)

Move | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 500~

Genre: Fluff?? Silly?? Drabble

A/n: Hey there anon! I'm doing great, thank you for asking <3 First of all, I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed my fics and I'm sorry for being so late ;-; Do I like comedy? Very much. Am I good at it? ...no. So the best I could manage was this small quick thing which isn't much or even all that funny tbh, but I hope it atleast is enough to bring a smile on your face. That's enough for me ♡

also available on ao3!

"You messed with the wrong bitch!!" You shouted as you swung your leg right into the side of the man. He doubled over and you swung it once more to go right over his head, effectively knocking him out. Behind him, you could see another one of his comrades running towards you.

Using the first guy as a springboard, you jumped on the man, your thighs coming to close around his head. The force and weight forced him to topple backwards and you took the moment to quickly snap his neck and clambered off him. When you turned around, you found that the others were down already thanks to Sanji, who was fighting alongside you.

But right now, the chef was staring at you with an open mouth. You self-consciously patted at your hair and clothes, wondering if something got askew because of the fighting.

"Uh, Sanji?" Your careful murmur of his name jolted the said man out of his thoughts. Sanji immediately leaned in close, just enough to not get into your personal bubble and picked up your hands.

With hearts in his eyes, he requested, "Do it to me."

Huh? You were confused, looking at him in concern.

"Do what?" You asked.

"The move you just did on that guy!"

That was an odd request. Sanji never wanted to fight or even spar with you, despite your insistence so for him to suddenly ask this...

"Are you sure?" You tried to confirm he was serious and if the way he was about to snap his neck with how hard he was nodding was not a confirmation, then you didn't know what was. Still, you didn't want to actually hurt him. "Alright, but I'm not going to hurt you. Let me know if something goes wrong, because you know I'm shit at patching up wounds and I will have to go get Chopper."

"Of course, my sweet," he swooned, swaying on his spot. Still confused, but not wanting to refuse without a valid reason, you backed up a bit to jump on him, smoothly bracketing Sanji's head between your thighs such that his face pressed against your stomach– and oh.

You suddenly realised why he wanted you to pull that move on him.

The blonde chef toppled backwards from the force too and now you were pretty much sitting on his face, both of you blushing heavily. Before you could say anything or move away though, blood spurt out of Sanji's nose and he fainted. You paused and stared at his blissed out face with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment for a few seconds.

"Just for that, I'm not going to call Chopper. Stay conked out, hmph!"

You looked away, cheeks growing redder. He really had the nerve to ask that– shameless! But really, the worst part was that you didn't really mind it. It just felt like Sanji has unknowingly taken advantage of your huge crush on him. The only solace you had was that atleast no one was around to see this. Thinking so, you made to get off when Nami's voice made you freeze.

"Get a room, please, and don't forget to pay me for the bleach my eyes need."

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#one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece x reader #one piece drabble #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #op sanji #one piece imagines #one piece sanji #silly little drabble

[cherrythepuppet]

Puppets before Christmas [Part 3]

AU belongs to @cloudy-dreams [This is only going to have 5 chapters! Each is pretty long word wise ha ha]

"This has never happened before!" The clown Dog, Barnaby, said "It's suspicious!" A witch exclaimed "It's peculiar!" Another witch exclaimed "It's scary!" A vampire

"Stand aside!" Howdy yelled "Coming through! We've got find (Y/n)! There's only 365 days left till next Halloween!" Howdy announced "364!" someone in the crowd yelled

"Is there anywhere we've forgotten to check?" Howdy asked "I looked in every mausoleum!" Barnaby said"We opened the sarcophagi!"  "I tromped through the pumpkin patch!"

"I peeked behind the Cyclops's eye! I did! But They weren't there!" "It's time to sound the alarms!" Howdy yelled...."Frog's breath will overpower any odor" Wally mumbled as he poured the frog's breath into the pot but it smelled horrible and he began coughing

"Bitter!" He yelled while coughing "Worm's wart! Where's that worm's wart?!" He said as he searched the cabinets until he found the worms wort

"Wally, that soup ready yet?" Poppy asked "Coming!" Wally yelled as he poured the worms wort into the pot before getting a wooden spoon and bowl 

After a moment Wally walked upstairs to where Poppy was working "lunch" he said as he set the bowl in front of poppy "Ah, what's that? Worm's wart! mmm, and...frog's breath" Poppy muttered

 "What's wrong? I-I thought you liked frog's breath!" Wally replied "Nothing's more suspicious than frog's breath! Until you taste it I won't swallow a spoonful!" Poppy told him while she held the spoon out towards him

"I'm not hungry!" Wally lied as he knocked spoon onto the ground "Oops!" He mumbled before bending down to grab it "You want me to starve!? An old Woman like me who hardly has strength as it is. Me, to whom you owe your very life!" Poppy groaned 

Wally moved the wooden spoon to hide it under the table before he pulled out a trick spoon from his sock then he stood up "Oh don't be silly" Wally chuckled He ate the soup with trick spoon "Mmmm, see. Scrumptious!" He said, Poppy was still skeptical but she at Ate soup...

~

"Did anyone think to dredge the lake?" Howdy asked "this morning!" Barnaby yelled then everyone went quiet As they could hear the sounds of faint meowing Everyone then looked in the direction of the meowing "(Y/n)'s back!" someone exclaimed

"Where have you been?" Howdy asked"Call a town meeting and I'll tell everyone all about it!" (Y/n) told him "When?" Howdy asked "Immediately!" (Y/n) yelled"Town meeting, town meeting, town meeting tonight, town meeting tonight!" Howdy announced as he drove around in his truck...

~

"Listen everyone. I want to tell you about Christmastown!" (Y/n) told the town as Music began playing

"There are objects so peculiar They were not to be believed All around, things to tantalize my brain It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen And as hard as I try I can't seem to describe Like a most improbable dream But you must believe when I tell you this It's as real as my skull and it does exist Here, let me show you This is a thing called a present The whole thing starts with a box!" "A box? is it steel?" "Are there locks?" "Is it filled with a pox?"

"A pox How delightful, a pox!" "If you please Just a box with bright-colored paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow!" "bow? But why? How ugly What's in it? What's in it?" "That's the point of the thing, not to know!""It's a bat Will it bend?" "It's a rat! Will it break?" "Perhaps it s the head that I found in the lake!" "

Listen now, you don't understand That's not the point of Christmas land Now, pay attention We pick up an oversized sock And hang it like this on the wall!" "Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?" "Let me see, let me look!" "Is it rotted and covered with gook?" "Um, let me explain There's no foot inside, but there's candy Or sometimes it's filled with small toys!"

"Small toys?" "Do they bite?" "Do they snap?" "Or explode in a sack?" "Or perhaps they just spring out And scare girls and boys!" "What a splendid idea This Christmas sounds fun I fully endorse it Let's try it at once!"

"Everyone, please now, not so fast There's something here that you don't quite grasp Well, I may as well give them what they want And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last For the ruler of this Christmas land!"

"Is a fearsome Queen with a deep mighty voice Least that's what I've come to understand And I've also heard it told That She's something to behold Like a lobster, huge and red When She sets out to slay with her rain gear on Carting bulging sacks with her big great arms!"

"That is, so I've heard it said And on a dark, cold night Under full moonlight She flies into a fog Like a vulture in the sky And they call her! Sally Claws!" Everyone was cheering as (Y/n) walked off "Well, at least they're excited But they don't understand That special kind of feeling in Christmas land Oh, well..." They mumbled

"You've poisoned me for the last time you wretched Doll!" Poppy yelled before she locks Wally away and a loud dingdong"Oh my head...the door is open!" She said

"Hel-lo?" (Y/n) yelled "(Y/n) Skellington, up here my Friend!" Poppy exclaimed "Dr. I need to borrow some equipment!" (Y/n) told poppy "Is that so, whatever for?" Poppy asked

"I'm conducting a series of experiments" (Y/n) explained "How perfectly marvelous! Curiosity killed the cat, you know!" Poppy said with a small laugh But that made (Y/n) frown "I know" They grumbled

"Come on into the lab and we'll get you all fixed up!" Poppy added, Wally heard everything as he was leaning aginast the door "Hmm. Experiments?" He asked quietly"Otoo, I'm home!" (Y/n) yelled as they began to set up all their science equipment then began working

"Interesting reaction....but what does it mean?" (Y/n) groaned before they heard a knock? At the window?(Y/n) walked over to the window and saw a basket hitting it, they opened the window and looked down to see the blue haired Ragdoll

Wally smiled at (Y/n) making their skull turn a small shade of grey, (Y/n) waved at Wally before taking the basketThey looked down but Wally was gone...After Wally gives (Y/n) them the basket and sneaks off He picks a flower which turned into a Christmas tree then catches on fire

"Something's up with (Y/n) Something's up with (Y/n)! Don't know if we're ever going to get Them back! They're all alone up there Locked away inside Never says a word Hope They haven't died Something's up with (Y/n)! Something's up with (Y/n)!"

"Christmas time is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be? I cannot tell There's so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got it, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip Something here I'm not quite getting Though I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instant, gone in a flash What does it mean? What does it mean?"

"In these little bric-a-brac A secret's waiting to be cracked These dolls and toys confuse me so Confound it all, I love it though Simple objects, nothing more But something's hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Something's there I cannot see What does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean?"

"Hmm... I've read these Christmas books so many times I know the stories and I know the rhymes I know the Christmas carols all by heart My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart As often as I've read them, something's wrong So hard to put my bony finger on Or perhaps it's really not as deep As I've been led to think Am I trying much too hard? Of course!"

"I've been too close to see The answer's right in front of me Right in front of me It's simple really, very clear Like music drifting in the air Invisible, but everywhere Just because I cannot see it Doesn't mean I can't believe it You know, I think this Christmas thing It's not as tricky as it seems And why should they have all the fun?"

"It should belong to anyone Not anyone, in fact, but me Why, I could make a Christmas tree And there's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmas time I bet I could improve it too And that's exactly what I'll do Hee,hee,hee!" (Y/n) pushed open the windows "Eureka!! This year, Christmas will be ours!" they exclaimed as the town began to cheer but Wally looked worried...

~

"Patience, everyone! (Y/n) has a special Job for each of us! Dr. Poppy, your Xmas assignment is ready. Dr. Poppy to the front of the line!" Howdy announced "I knew it! Dr. thank you for coming! We need some of these!" (Y/n) said as they showed a picture of Santa and sleigh

"Hmm.. their construction should be exceedingly simple. I think" Poppy mumbled "How horrible our Xmas will be!" Howdy exclaimed"No--how jolly!" (Y/n) corrected making Howdy switch faces "Oh, how jolly our Xmas will be..." He said befire he gets pelted by rocks then sees the three trick or treaters

"What are you doing here?!" He asked"(Y/n) sent for us!" Julie grinned "Specifically!" Frank said "By name!" Eddie added "(Y/n)! (Y/n) it's Home's Henchpeople!" Howdy yelled

"Ah, Halloween's finest trick or treaters. The job I have for you is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, mischief!" (Y/n) told the three"And we thought you didn't like us, (Y/n)!" Eddie said with a laugh "Absolutely no one is to know about it. Not a soul. Now!" (Y/n) replied

(Y/n) whispered the plan to them before speaking louder nkw "And one more thing -- leave that no account Home out of this!" They demanded "Whatever you say, (Y/n)!" "Of course (Y/n)!" "Wouldn't dream of it (Y/n)!"all said with their fingers crossed before they ran out of the town and to a small little tree house

"Kidnap Mrs Sally Claws!" "I wanna do it!" "Let's draw straws!" "(Y/n) said we should work together!" "Three of a kind!" "Birds of a feather!" "Now and forever Wheeee La, la, la, la, la Kidnap the Sally Claws, lock her up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights!"

"First, we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When She comes a-sniffing we will Snap the trap and close the gate!" "Wait! I've got a better plan To catch this big red lobster Star! Let's pop her in a boiling pot And when She's done we'll butter her up!"

"Kidnap the Sally Claws Throw her in a box Bury her for ninety years Then see if She talks!" "Then Mr. Home Can take the whole thing over then He'll be so pleased, I do declare That he will cook her rare!" "I say that we take a cannon Aim it at her door And then knock three times And when She answers Sally Claws will be no more!"

"You're so stupid, think now lf we blow her up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then (Y/n) will beat us black and green!" "Kidnap the Sally Claws! Tie her in a bag Throw her in the ocean Then, see if She is sad!" "Because Mr. Home is the meanest guy around If I were on his list, I'd get out of town!"

"He'll be so pleased by our success That he'll reward us too, I'll bet!" "Perhaps he'll make his special brew Of snake and spider stew Ummm! We're his little henchmen and We take our job with pride We do our best to please him And stay on his good side!"

"I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb!" "I'm not the dumb one!" "You're no fun!" "Shut up!" "Make me!""I've got something, listen now This one is real good, you'll see We'll send a present to her door Upon there'll be a note to read Now, in the box we'll wait and hide Until her curiosity entices her to look inside!" "And then we'll have her One, two, three!"

"Kidnap the Sally Claws, beat her with a stick Lock her up for ninety years, see what makes her tick Kidnap the Sally Claws, chop him into bits Mr. Home is sure to get his kicks! Kidnap the Sally Claws, see what we will see Lock her in a cage and then, throw away the key!"

"Sally Claws..hahaha!" Home exclaimed.....

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader #nightmare before christmas #Nightmare before Christmas au

[lemonmelonboy]

Head canons for Taylor Potts - Because he's got my head in a fucking vise grip.

18+ Readers ONLY - Minors Do NOT Interact! Minors/Ageless Blogs will be Blocked!!!

 I Do NOT give any permission for my work to be Reposted, Translated, or used with AI in ANY Capacity!!!

The image I drew is like- You took his jacket in a play fight and when he was trying to get it back you put it on, and he just could not be upset anymore. You were wearing his jacket and he short circuited. So of course, all he wanted was to see you in it more and so his silly little brain went "yes wear this whenever... please... I'm not asking- I'm begging... you're so pretty."

He has that shirt because it reminded him of Steven Universe and that was the show you introduced him to the first night you stayed at his house- and its possibly your favorite show ever.

If you ever go to the movies with you, he would insist on buying separate popcorns just because he would absolutely have no confidence to take popcorn if the bucket was in your lap. Nor would he be able to handle it if you kept reaching over to get some. Also, just he would not be able to focus if you accidentally brushed his hand while getting some popcorn.

He was more than happy when you willingly joined his little club, he probably went home and squealed like a little schoolgirl because he was so excited to be able to have more time with you.

His little fanfics are probably mostly cuddles because whenever he writes anything more he just gets too into the thought, and gets sidetracked, so he never gets to finishing it.

If you played games with him, he'd probably try his best to not sit near you because you tend to get very touchy when competitive and over excited, so he needs to avoid you touching him or else he'd get too distracted.

Movies at home are a similar situation, which sucks because you both are very much cuddly movie watchers- but Taylor absolutely get excited and he's too afraid of ruining the movie or missing anything. However, once you two start dating, he no longer is allowed to sit away from you, and you get to be as clingy and touchy during movies or games as you want.

You absolutely tease him nonstop for being a "salt is too spicy" type of person. And you try to introduce him to new food, but he has trouble eating most of it.

He would nearly faint is you offered him like a piece of candy or something with your mouth. The pocket challenge used to be all he thought about doing with you when it was super popular but now, he could- he would not be able to do it, no matter how much he'd like it.

Hand holding is the number one thing he wants from you, especially when you started dating. He'd crave it anytime you two were apart.

#the groom of gallagher mansion taylor potts #the groom of gallagher mansion #gogm #gogm taylor potts #taylor potts #taylor potts x reader

[greenscreen-dress]

Hhheeeeheheh I love these skins so much I CANNOT wait to see them in-video... But until then here's my ranking of them, long rambly full thoughts below.

Also here's the tierlist!

Ultimate Slayage: no discussion these 2 are the best. Every single one of Sausage's skins are a smash hit & this one is no exception, it's just so well done. The eye make-up the little tied shirt thing the HUGE extravagant sunflower, contrasted by those big clomping boots... The GENDER of it all aough I love him.

& Pix of course. Pix my guy just STUNNING. Idk about the other skins but this one is very likely made by Pix himself (bc of a thing he tweeted) & that makes it all the more impressive bc it's just?? So good??? The floor-length the off-the-shoulder sleeves leading into long gloves(?), the corset-y bits with golden buttons or lacing up the front, the BRIGHT BLUE bodice bits which (based off the colour) are definitely Ancient Capitollian Dodo feathers or inspired by them at least... It's just a masterpiece. The only comment I might have is maybe make sure you match your foundation right, Pix... But I've also decided he's in a full white lace/mesh bodysuit under the dress so. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Surprised &/or Delighted: honestly this category fits all of them purely bc I don't think anyone expected these ^^. Oli & Jimmy are in here specifically because, while they're not my ultimate brain-frothing faves, these dresses are extremely good adaptations/elevations of their regular skins— Oli's especially looks so natural on him bc it's in exactly the same glitzy faux-medieval style as his bard outfit. The purple is a staple colour with him, fits the royalty theme, & somehow looks both elegant and like a Halloween costume with its bright shade & tinsel-like gold trims. It's silly and fantastic and VERY Oli Orionsound. Cannot wait for him to play the fainting damsel-in-distress at every occasion <3

Jimmy's is plainer but just as faithful to his sheriff skin: off-the-shoulder sleeves appear to be a theme with these skins and they look amazing on everyone, Katherine is so epic if this was her Royal doing. Jimmy looks AMAZING in a long jean(?) skirt & the slit just elevates it even more... I am beginning to notice I have a Thing for long skirts and big boots ^^;. This is going to look stunning with the hat, and just plain adorable at Jimmy's current height.

Fits the brief: ok so these skins are fantastic and I LOVE the colour on both of them, but there's not as much tying them to their Empires... fWhip's goblin skin is so intricate with that embroidered waistcoat & bright primary colours so it's a shame to lose that, though the plain red looks very elegant on him & the shape of the dress stands out from the other skins in a very fun way. It's definitely between the 2 categories and I will likely be swayed by the first bit of fanart I come across for it, but for now: yeah.

Joey's is the opposite case, where it fits the brief and the simplicity of it not only looks good but makes some sense (semi-broke pirate usually wearing tattered sailor's garb). I just wish it had gone a bit further to match Joey's big personality. The slit and shape is lovely (as is the neckliiii— wait where does that neckline end? /pos), but what about some more gold, or prismarine accents? Fishnet gloves, or stockings striped like his shirt? It just feels like it could go much further, & maybe fanart will push it there for me. Also I'm removing points for no dress + epic pirate boots /j

Expected more: oh this skin... Yeah I'm not blown away by it. The colours that are present are very nice but there just aren't enough of them, and the shape... The cutaways at the hip are very nice, but Girl. That is a tank top. & for some reason the skirt refuses to register as one in my brain despite the pretty gradient. With the vibes of Chromia I'm picturing Scott in something shorter and frillier, high-heeled boots, feathered hat and cape— real Barbie and the 3 Musketeers kind of vibe basically. I need to draw that. Definitely more colours though, that's the first step. Bi-coloured bodice, tie-dye skirt with petticoats, a flower crown, something!! Maybe there's custom items involved to accessorise, maybe this is a temporary self-made dress while waiting on a commission, idk but I'm going to need to see some out-of-this world fanart to salvage this skin as it is. :/ Sorry Scott, sashay away.

And finally...

Joel: Joel. Joel Smallish "Massive" Beans that is a recycled MCC skin I am SURE of it. Joel this is so lazy and stupid and perfectly on-brand I love it I hate it this is peak Wish/Aliexpress cosplay. Keep it up you bastard (I still want to see / draw him in proper femme greek garb. But alas).

ANYWAY.

Big long ramble, thankye for reading this whole thing & feel free to make your own lists / yell at me for interpreting these pixels wrong. No matter my minor gripes the fact we have these looks at all and go insane over them is so so SO fun ^^

#HOOH BOY this took me an hour to make the tierlist / type out my onions lol #but these looks are ✨worth it✨ #esmp s2 #empires s2 #empires smp #esmpblr #empiresblr #esmp ensemble #namemc spoilers #fwhip #joey graceffa #mythicalsausage #oli orionsound #joel smallishbeans #scott smajor #jimmy solidaritygaming #pixlriffs #WOOOH. LOTS OF TAGS ^^; #eMerambles

[long-life-to-bsd]

It's too hot!

Pairings: kunikida, ranpo, dazai, fyodor × female reader

Warnings: nothing particular, maybe a bit suggestive

Summary: how is life with your boyfriend when it's too hot to breathe outside

I'm definitely not writing this because I'm dead for how hot it is where I live.

KUNIKIDA

I don't think he suffers that much and he if does he doesn’t complain

Will not wear something different just because outside is hot enough to boil water

Buy he's not silly and he will take care of himself and his girlfriend

He will make sure you are hydrated and that you are wearing sunscreen if you go outside

Will warn you about your outfit: black may suit you buy it's not a good idea

Talking about clothes: he thinks you look amazing in a sundress (very very obsessed with your silhouette)

Hat is mandatory if you go out

So yea, he is going to be very serious about you safety outside, very serious. He may even act like the teacher he is and scold you if do not take you health seriously.

He will put a lot of effort in convincing you to go to a park to spend there the afternoon: guess what? It's actually not that bad

Also at home he's very caring: would prepare something fresh, suggest a shower, cutting fresh fruit to eat as a snack...

RANPO

He is already super lazy so I think that summer weather kills him

Literally, would even think about letting those criminals free just for the weather

Super sleepy and sweaty (sorry)

But he will try to cook something on the street to see if those videos online are true

If you are looking for him you know he is going to be somewhere with AC

You are the one taking care of him

Ice-cream, a lot of Ice-cream.

Pretty disappointed that all his chocolate melted

Also disappointed that his favourite outfit is super unpractical

Public pools are a must. You will spend hours there: he may even consider working there (defeating criminals and seeing you in a bikini? Sounds good to him)

DAZAI

Wouldn't even noticed that the world is on fire

You can beg him to take of his coat but he will never listen to you

Obviously he doesn't care but his health so he would almost faint every time he goes out

If he sees you suffering he will suggest the only reasonable thing in this world

To take off your clothes 😏😏 and to take a cold shower together

He will literally ask you to take of your clothes multiple times a day

Big fan of summer outfits: we all know why 🙄

You both look out for each others. He doesn't care about himself at all, but he doesn't like seeing you like that.

Would take you to places with AC to spend the afternoon: the mall will become your date spot

You two would always have Ice-cream at home, but may prefer to drink something on the rocks (which is not brilliant guys)

FYODOR

If he could he would turn off the sun: not for you but for himself

This little Russian man is not used to hot weather

Very sweet: he looks like a wet rat, not scary at all. He may try to look scary and powerful buy he's out of breath (which considering how unhealthy he already is, it's not a surprise)

Lost all his intellectual abilities, 0 brain cells working: and he would hate that so much.

Will find every possible excuse for that, he may even say that his plan is acting dumb (and is also your plan to be that sweaty, Fyodor?)

That why he would go underground or contribute to the global warming putting AC everywhere he goes

And you are going with him. Not that he doesn’t like seeing you suffering, but you are not pretty all sweaty

He will decide how you dress (obv) and he's going to find out he's a big fan of hot weather

He will make sure that you always have something cold to drink though

But will not allow you to drink it to fast, it's dangerous (be careful)

Or he will make sure you have some refreshing snacks, anything you like

While he doesn’t care particularly about his health he will make sure his pet beautiful girlfriend is doing good and following the safety guidelines: be ready to be treated like a five years old

If there is no AC he will hire someone to be a living fan. May even look in the entire world just to find the right ability user.

If no one is available and he's getting all sweaty, I'm sorry, but I feel like it's your job

#bsd #bsd headcanons #kunikida #bsd kunikida #kunikida headcanons #kunikida x reader #dazai #bsd dazai #dazai headcanons #dazai × reader #ranpo #bsd ranpo #ranpo × reader #ranpo headcanons #bsd fyodor #fyodor headcanons #fyodor × reader #fyodor

[koostarcandy]

nonsense, it's l-o-v-e!

summary: "she's a, oh my god, she's like a taylor swift song!"

pairing: student!jungkook x student!fem!reader

genre: fluff, mentions of smut, koo is a music major here hence the banner :)

wc: 1.8k

a/n: there was an anonie who wanted a song fic based on into you so i combined that and my new playlist i've been obsessed with! also im abit obsessed with writing a whipped male lead ;)) oktyilybye <3

"are you out of your mind? it's not nausea, you fool, it's called being in love."

"love? like l-o-v-e love or what you and taehyungie hyung do everyday?"

jimin has half a mind to punch the innocent doe-eyed face infront of him, who's slightly trembling because of a text he got a few moments back. and left it on read.

"you idiot, reply to her quickly or she's gonna think you fainted again!"

jungkook scrambles for his phone, tossing aside the controller to goodness knows where. "i will see you, no, i will pick you up and we will go for boba together tomorrow. with a heart, duh." he says what he types out loud, a habit he developed along with your blossoming relationship. either his namjoon hyung would be there to correct his grammar which he would've made a ton of mistakes in his eagerness to reply to you or he would be batshit scared if he sent something which may or may not upset you, very slightly. hence why jimin is there, who is nursing his empty can of beer, wishing he had something stronger, because he doesn't remember signing up for this clownery, just for dance club.

"jungkookie?" jimin calls him sweetly, a fond expression growing on his face when he looks at his best friend's lovesick smile.

"yes, hyung? is it my hair again? i didn't put too much serum this time, right?" jungkook has registered that tone of voice in his head under the category of "uh-oh. something isn't right."

"when you and your, uh, lover move in, do you expect me to do the same with you both?"

"why are you moving? did the landlord raise the rent here too? do you want me to knock some sense into him? people are acting crazy now, don't they know broke college students actually exist?"

"no, kookie," jimin giggles, "you always need one of us around when you're doing anything remotely concerning her. like what we were talking about before, maybe you should tell her, no? save yourself the heartbreak and whatnot."

jungkook's thighs which were shaking in excitement slowly cease. he's way too familiar with that concept, always hoping and praying and wishing that isn't the case with you. he likes you too much that he can't imagine his future without you. somewhere, in his rose-tinted dreams and in a perfect house, you're growing old with him, laughing at something silly he said. in the 2 years he's known you, he was lucky enough for you to like him back, getting giddy again when he remembers you asking him on a date quietly in the middle of class, fingers intertwined with his tightly when he whispered an excited "yes!", not caring if he garnered a few concerned and judgemental looks.

"don't think about it too much, little one," jimin pats his head and pecs, throwing the can into the bin. "go home and worry about the outfit you're wearing tomorrow 'cause lord knows you've pulled all-nighters for that one."

"you look so pretty right now, i'm actually jealous, koo."

jungkook thinks you're more beautiful and more pretty but he's too tired to argue now. the golden rays are hitting the both of you just right, golden hour living upto it's name. your warm skin against his cold one raises goosebumps, wondering if you can hear his heartbeat from the close proximity. you shift from your position on his chest to propping yourself up on your elbows, the duvet slipping from your bare shoulders.

"your hand goes down any further and i'm yeeting you out of this bed, my love." you threaten jungkook half-heartedly, referring to the wandering hand on the small of your back, inching towards your hip chain.

"you couldn't get one more out of me even if you tried your very best, darling." he says, leaning his head back on the new pillow you bought with an infatuated smile, throwing a tattooed hand over his eyes.

"is that a challenge, jeon?" you tease, fingers playing with the thing string of sliver around his neck, matching pendants with your bracelet. you let the magnetic pendants do it's job, looking at the pretty heart stuck together with a solicitous gaze. "looks adorable, doesn't it?" you praise his choice, reluctantly pulling away to place an indulgent kiss on his sternum.

you had all but jumped on him when he had come early to pick you up, in your favourite jacket and his ripped jeans, kissing him all over his face, claiming you missed his cute dumbass. that compliment ensued scattered clothes on the floor, needy lips trying to convey so many emotions fervently.

you're now tracing impatient shapes on his chest, your quickly shifting mood and pouty lips hinting that you're hungry. it's currently 2.45 pm on a sunday, but honestly, who cares? jungkook has the love of his life wrapped around him and is practically on cloud 9. he could literally-

"did you just say love of your life?"

jungkook shoots up, suddenly sitting up and looking at your blinking face, rubbing your eyes for some reason.

"what did you say?"

"i thought you were sleep talking again but it seems like it wasn't," you mumble, looking away from him. this is it, this is where the sky comes falling, pigs are flying, hell is freezing and-

"you're so annoying, i wanted to tell you that first!"

you're close to tears, frustrated for some reason. he takes in your messy hair and swollen lips, courtesy of him of course. you're glaring at him, like he just stuck his tongue out at you and he told you that he finished the last of the raspberry cheesecake in your fridge. "oh thank god," jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, strong arms pulling you to his lap and kissing your lips repeatedly. he's acting like he's come back from war, holding you so close and so tight.

"what? why would you say that? is this some big set up so you can finally ask me to move in with you so you can quote, unquote save money and electricity?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed cutely that he can't help but place the sweetest of kisses on your forehead, smoothing the creased lines.

"let's save money and electricity, i've had enough of you complaining of inflation along with jiminie hyung."

"you're just ditching your hyungie, my precious roommate, just like that?"

ah, so that's why jimin asked. so much for him being concerned about his love life. "we'll think about the technicalities later," jungkook says cheekily, chasing your lips and holding your face between his large hands.

"that's cool and all but can i get off you now? koo junior seems to want attention now."

"you know, some of us are very painfully single here," yoongi comments, staring at jungkook over his simple lunch of kimbap and iced americano. "so, the lyrics sound good?" jungkook smiles, stealing a bite of veggie kimbap.

"you're whipped, man, you've written these lyrics in record time. the last time this happened you were crying on our shoulders, telling us you love us all so, so, so, so-"

"okay, i think the point has come across, hyung." jungkook shudders at the thought, vividly recollecting the time he got drunk with his friends for the first time, dragging them all to their shared studio so he could showcase his latest assignment.

"you must really like her alot, huh?" yoongi comments off-handedly, secretly trying out a theory that taehyung had put out. one mention of you had jungkook's irises turn into pink hearts, his hands quickly taking his phone to show pictures of your latest date.

"i'm sure like is a understatement at this point, hyung," the said whipped man says sagely, like he's preaching to an attentive crowd of 100.

"oh god, here we go-"

an elmo-like laugh resonates in the small spaced studio, jungkook anyway going on a joyful rant about you. it can be seen in his lyrics, the way his eyes light up like you're his most precious person (and you are, no doubt), how he sincerely writes love poems for you and how he loves seeing your face light up when it shows randomly in one of your notebooks, happily tucking it away in a file you've saved especially for his letters.

"its like I can finally relate to those poems namjoon hyung reads to us sometimes you know?"

"mhmm.."

"and every one of iu's love songs is suddenly right and the universe finally makes sense and-"

"uh huh?"

"she's like a, oh my god, she's like a taylor swift song!"

"wow."

"whatcha upto, handsome? too busy to spare some time for your hungry roommate?"

jungkook glances at the time from the digital clock, glaring 12.30 am. he stretches and breaks his finger knuckles, legs moving towards you on a mind of it's own. you're wearing one of his many oversized shirts, a white one this time, big but it seems to fit you just right.

"why are you still up, baby?" he asks, arms around you immediately. "i'm hungry, koo," you say again, "was waiting for you so we can order some snacks and watch hotel del luna again," you mumble against his chest, your hands rubbing his tense back. "let's go then," he grabs his phone and throws you over his shoulder effortlessly, nonchalantly saying it's been awhile since you've had spicy tteokbokki and bingsu. you stumble when he puts you down, unfazed when you're voicing out that you both can't eat spicy food at night anymore, as if the last time that happened wasn't scarring enough.

you kiss his cheek, reminding him to save his work and that you'll get everything ready in a jiffy. jungkook all but zooms to the bedroom, already eager to get back to you. he chuckles at the title on his screen, knowing that "nonsense, it's l-o-v-e!" is going to be the best birthday gift you've ever gotten.

he finds you sipping away on a cranberry breezer, can of chilled beer waiting for him. your eyes are enraptured by jang manwol and her beauty, instinctively leaning on him when he's settled next to you.

it's like a satisfying puzzle, feeling all the pieces click easy when he's with you. in your shared abode, huddled up and in your own cosy bubble, away from the world. hands easily finding their way around your bodies. synchronized laughing at a clever comment passed by the male lead. jungkook feels like this is one of those moments he would write about in a song later or write in one of your weekly love letters. you're the definition of right person at the right time, knowing that if you both were in a rundown apartment or in one of the biggest bungalows ever, you'll still love him the same.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @astronaut-jin-moon ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble #jungkook oneshot #bts x reader #bts jungkook #bts oneshot #bts fluff #wow so soft im.melting bye

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

smeared lipstick

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

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summary : something else popped into Eddie's mood, the moment you walked in from work

warnings : 18+ MDNI!!! Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, reader and Eddie are in a relationship, no use of y/n, they're both (21), p in v penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up), Eddie is so in love with reader (ugh gimme an Eddie please), aftercare, I'm still new to this spicy fics so I'm sorry! 😭

what to expect : SMUT!SMUT!SMUT! and fluff

note to reader : I have to admit this idea just came off after we got home for a stroll, I'm exhausted but the way my makeup looks faded but still looks so freaking good?!? I was like "okay, time to write" ✍🏻

author note : I just know, Eddie, would be so fucking down bad for it, I mean- seeing you so tired but still looking HOT AS FUCK- MY GOD- SOMETHING ELSE POSSESSED HIM

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Eddie is always the first one to go home from work, another gig successful

But still, he is aiming for greater than this

He knows that you're deserve so much better than you're both having right now

Eddie tries to not think about it too much, he is so worried about the future

Yeah, he is grateful for this, it pays the bills

He won't stop though and you know that, you'll do the same thing with him too

You both help each other, learn and grow together as partners

His heart sparks ever since he dated you and now you're his....

It never goes out, it will always burning with thankfulness

You believed in him just like he believed in you

"Hi, Eddie" you walked in with a small smile as he heard your high-heeled shoes starts clicking the floor

He straighten himself up from the couch as his eyes follow you

"Hey" he says as you lowered yourself to give him a quick kiss on his lips, he smiles but his eyes grows darker the moment he smelled your scent

You directly went into the bathroom, the perfume you had is very intoxicating

It's the perfume you always wore since senior high school, he never grew tired of it

But damn, he felt a very new feeling to his senses, he breathes heavily

You always looked good, even you tried to tell him that you look so awful when you just woke up or didn't have any makeup on

You tried to reason with him before "I'm so haggard, Eddie, don't look at me"

He always appreciates the things you do for yourself, that's why you love him

The best part is that, he always makes you feel good about yourself

He knows that you're just saying that because you feel shy and since you're both outcasts back then

You didn't believe that you are truly indeed beautiful inside and out

Eddie stands up, ignoring the live concert that he's watching just a few minutes ago before you arrived

The sound of it is all just a background to him now

You left the bathroom door open in the corner of your eye, you can see him leaning against the doorframe, he's looking at you

But.... This feels a lot different

You put your hand on the edge of the sink for balance as you tried to remove your high-heeled shoes that has been killing your feet the entire day

Eddie's mind right now is just all over the place

It's unbelievable to him that even though you're had enough of the day

You still managed to get his breath all locked up and had his heart skips more than once

Your hair is piled up in a bun, your makeup is all faded but to Eddie? You're the most captivating girl that he has ever seen

You feel all so silly when Eddie thinks you're pretty wearing a goddamn waitress uniform in a local diner

Nah, when it's Eddie Munson? Every outfit that you wear?

You're still looked hot as fuck to him

You let out a sigh of relief as you can finally stretch out your feet

You remove the tie from your bun and the loose voluminous curls bounce at smooth motion that Eddie almost fainted at it

You run your fingers through your scalp first and massaging it a little as you finally brush it at the end

Eddie walks towards to you slowly, you taken noticed that his hair is a bit damp from the bath that he just took earlier

He is now standing at your side, you can feel the familiar tension rising

You looked at him at the reflection of the mirror

"Eds? Is there anything I can help you?" You ask

It took a minute to register from his brain that you just asked him

"Uh, no- baby, I'm just admiring you" his cheeks went tinged pink

You smiled softly at him, you turn to him holding by his forearms "I missed you"

He looks at you lovingly "I missed you too, sweetheart" he tucks your hair behind your ear as you blush from his touch

My god, you're both together for 2 years still feels all too new to you

"How's the gig?"

"Oh, it was fun"

"The crowd?"

"It's wild"

You chuckled "I wanna watch it someday, I really do miss seeing you perform" you say to him as you remove your accessories

"Me too, I miss my girl cheering for me" he smirks as he pokes your side

You immediately felt tickled as you giggled

Eddie rest his elbow on the sink as he looks at you mischievously, you can see in his eyes as he looks at you from up and down

You became suddenly shy at his gaze, you tried to avoid to blush but Eddie thinks it's the most cutest thing ever

He flashes his eyes on you with so much tenderness

You brushed your hair as you put your hair on your shoulder on the side

"Have you eaten dinner?" You asked him as you taken out all of the hair from your brush

"U-Uh no, I haven't yet" He stifled a groan at the sight of your chest with the guitar pick necklace is sitting on the top your breasts

"Mhm, okay, we'll talk about it later after I take bath" you say as you grab your towel

"Hey, wait a minute" he stops you by holding your wrist

You look down at it and back up at him "Yes?"

He doesn't speak as he comes closer to you

Your heart is now suffocating of how he touches you

He starts holding by your waist as he moves his free hand on your neck and now caressing your cheek

You're both looking at each other, eye to eye, having the same feelings with each other

He moves one more inch and by that he captures your lips as he pulls you closer to him

You squealed as he deepens the kiss, your eyes went wide of how rough he is but also very addicting to the way he moves his lips onto yours

The moment he slid his tongue on you

You mewled and sigh in content as your hands went to his luscious brown curly hair

He breaks the kiss as you ragged breathing

He starts unbottoning your work dress

"Eddie- wha" you're so amused by his behavior tonight but also you're perplexed

He places his index finger in the middle of your lips as he says

"I wanna love you, darling- please"

You nod as you let him continue to what he was doing

He stops as he reaches for your bra "Are you okay?" eyeing you for concern genuinely

You smile at him "I'm always okay with you, Eddie, just you- I'm fine"

He beams as you throw your hands onto him pulled him down to kiss him passionately

He grunts as his hands snakes under your skirt as he removes your underwear

"I couldn't take it anymore" he pants as he swiftly tears off his pajamas

Your skirt riding up as he carries you and places you at the edge of the sink

His hand are under your thighs as he places his palms on the side to open your legs wider for him

Your hair is now messy and your unbottoned top is now all crinkled of how aggressive Eddie is undressing you

The straps of bra is now falling onto the side as he decides to remove them by the cups of your bra as he starts putting love bites marks on it

You gasp at the feeling

He stares at you for a moment as he let his hand gliding from your neck to your body

You squirm and just his simple touch sends shivers to your spine

He devilishly smirks at you as you started getting all giggly of how he looked

Not gonna lie- you're so turned on but you wore a cherry pink lipstick today and is now smudged on his lips

He pulls you closer to him "What's so funny, baby?" His voice is deeper than it was before

"It's my lipstick is smeared on you now" you snorted as you gesture it to him

He looks at himself in the mirror, too focused on loving you that he didn't get the chance to notice

He shrugs playfully with a grin on his face as he says "I'm gonna kiss you for all I care until that lipstick is on me"

You shrieked at the moment he is now inside on your awaiting hole

He didn't give you time to adjust as he fills all the way up

He chuckles darkly to your dumbfounded expression as you rolled your eyes to him playfully

"See? This is what you get when you look like that"

His thrusts starts from slow to faster and you couldn't even register of what he's been saying to you

You're so fuckdrunk that you can't even talk

"I-I haven't t-taken a bath yet- Eddie!- oh" you spoke between your "oh's" and moans

You follow his pace as he begins to sheathes himself to your pussy

He grabs both of your legs and put it around to his waist

He grips tightly on your hips as he pulls in and out of you deliciously

He leans forward to smell your neck as he nips at it as your eyes fluttery shut from the sweet sensation building up

"You smell so fucking good to me, sweetheart, I don't see the problem" he shakes his head and pretends to think for a moment

You pout at him as he smiled widely

"Shit, baby, you're so tight- it's killing me" he praises

"M-more, please" you support yourself by holding onto his shoulders but goddamn the way Eddie goes in and out makes you feel all wobbly

"Yeah, baby- I'm here" he moans and his face contorted in pleasure

You lean backward placing both of your palms on the sink as you start grinding

"Ooh yes, sweetheart- damn" he exclaims in shock of how so freaking good you feel

"E-Eddie- it f-feels a-amaz-ing" your voice turns high pitched as it becomes faster and faster

Your moans echoes in the bathroom as Eddie just in awe of how you looked

Your cheeks flushed, he doesn't even know if it's your makeup blush of how flushed it is and your forehead has a bit of a sweat

Your eyes are now prickled with tears, your eyeliner is faded, your mascara is clumped and your smeared lipstick is the most hottest thing he ever seen

The fact he's the one and the only one who makes all these noises coming out of you he feels honored and proud

The look of yours with mouth hanging open with that fucking lipstick of yours is now engraved onto his mind forever

The way your glistening pussy of how super wet it is that is making the unholiest of sounds in the area

You tried to open your eyes to watch Eddie as he couldn't even look to where he wants his eyes to stay

He always groans by looking at your pussy devouring his dick so delectable that it drives him mad

"I'm all yours, Eddie-" you announced between your screams and moans

"Fuck, this was it for me"

If it wasn't aggressive enough earlier, he starts moving and sliding his dick onto you that it flows a lot of your arousal

You throw your head back as he fucks you until you see stars "Holy shit! E-Eddie- ah"

You wrap your arms around him almost hugging him and as if your bodies weren't close enough as he brings you more nearer to the edge of the sink

His free hand cups your breasts and kneads it making you moan even more

Your hands is now tugging his hair making him growl

Both skins are slapping against each other and him never letting you go as he puts himself on the crook of your neck as he fucks the hell out of you

You arch your back as you kept saying "Faster, E-Eddie-"

"Hold on- I got you" he squeeze his eyes shut

"you feel so good- sweet thing- you're literally made just for me"

Your head tilt sideways, fuckdrunk and cockdrunk all together in one

Eddie feels just the same way as you do

When he can feel that you're coming close

You yelped when he carries you as he sits in the rim of the bathtub, straddling you on his lap

"Please- bounce on my cock, baby" he begs for you

You bite your lip at the stimulation, you will do anything for him

"ugh" your eyes rolled back and helps you by assistance

He bucks his hips as he holds you by the waist guiding to his short circuiting pace

Your legs tremble and he just chuckles again of how fucked up you look

"That good, huh?" He looks so smug, you can't even form anything now to tease him

You shook your head weakly

Instead of saying something, you kissed him on the lips as he melts with it

You start to ride him, he pulled back with an agape mouth

"I don't- think- I can hold it anymore" your eyes pleading for him

"Cum for me, come on" he fucks you nastier

You start holding onto him once again like your life depended on it

Your kiss with him are starting to get sloppily as you moan onto his ear

"E-Eddie, Ed-s" your whole body is now shaking

You ride and you ride until you scream his name the time you come out undone

"W-Where'd you want it?"

"Inside of me"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Yes, I want you to dump it all inside of me"

"Fuck- that's- holy fucking- what a dream"

He thrusts onto you until he finishes

It's all too much that it's leaking out of you, he moans at the sight of it, he uses his fingers to tuck it all in, you gasp

He pulls out of you slowly while holding you carefully, for a moment he thought you're passed out as you rest your head on the side of his shoulder with your eyes closed

He smiles to himself

"What's gotten into you, Ed's?" You chuckled of what just happened

He suddenly grows flustered and a little bit embarrassed since.... maybe the neighbors heard it

His cheeks are now reddish and you pinch it watching his face scrunches up in annoyance as you giggled again

He finally looks at you

"I-I just can't help myself whenever you come home from work or whatever the things that you do, with that faded makeup and perfect hairstyle is just-" he inhales as he dramatically exhales earning another fit of laughter from you

"So, there's not a day that I looked bad to you?" You raised your eyebrow

"Stop saying that or else we're going for round 2" he glares at you but he wiggles his brows

You blushed at it and he chortled

You tried to remove your smudged lipstick using your thumb that is transferred onto his lips as he whines

"I want to keep it" he shuts his lips as you try to take it off

"Eddie! You're being ridiculous!" You push him at the shoulder softly

"Nah- im gonna kissing you like it was my lifeline"

You hummed as he places his lips onto yours

He took care for you and definitely not letting you be alone while taking a bath

You're wearing one of his old pajamas and he wore his black sweatpants with his tattoos full on display as he goes by the telephone

You combed your hair and a fond smile is now growing onto your lips

"Chicken Alfredo Pasta with Garlic Parmesan Wings for dinner?" He asks as he starts dialing the delivery number

You hug him by his side as he places a kiss on the top of you wet hair

"You know me so well, Ed's"

"I know right" he replies with the sassiest tone ever as you both laughed

"I love you so much- Eddie"

"I love you more, sweetheart"

Both of you are snuggled up with each other in the couch with the fluffiest blanket as you both ate dinner together while watching a movie

All of your stress is now all gone, thanks to Eddie

If this is what you're gonna come home for, you couldn't be even more excited for it ;)

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson stranger things 4 #eddie munson supremacy #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

[beanghostprincess]

What if,,, What if Sabosanuso,,, What then,,, What if Sanji has two hands, one for Usopp and another for Sabo,,, What if they held hands,,, What if,,,,,, What if Sabo and Usopp get a little too well in Dressrosa while Sanuso is established and both have the biggest crush on each other and then when Sabo meets Sanji he is like "well I GUESS I will just have to fuck both of them now to deal with this crisis"

Koala: You don't have to-

Sabo: I'm going to.

And Sanji also has the biggest crush on Sabo because who wouldn't. So here he comes the most chaotic but gentleman-looking man flirting with both of them and Sanji and Usopp are a whole anxious mess. They throw a party for reasons™ and Sabo approaches them and he is so not subtle it's insane. Unhinged but polite rev. And. And Usopp has to physically drag Sanji to the kitchen to talk in private and they are both going fucking insane with anxiety because "This is Luffy's brother we are talking about!" / "Yes but have you seen his hands!?" / "And his voice but that is not the point!" / "That is exactly the point!" / "Why are Luffy's brothers always so hot?!" / "It's the fucking fruit I swear to-"

They spend like. A long 20 minutes talking there while Sabo waits in front of the door like 👁️👁️ waiting for them to come back. And when they actually do it gets--- It gets very silly very haha very 'I don't want to talk about my thoughts I might faint writing this' type of situation.

Okay, but imagine that after the inevitable threesome that they have, they just keep meeting. Running into each other constantly. And Sanji and Usopp were supposedly in a monogamous relationship. And I say supposedly because it only takes a pretty blond former rich boy turned into a chaotic hot mess to make them change the only rule they had. So now they are like "okay, we can sleep with other people and that people is Sabo and Sabo only because look at him-". So they are not dating Sabo but they can sleep with him even if it's not the three of them.

While all of this happens, by the way, Sabo is having the most wonderful time of his life. Because he doesn't show it to them but he is also a babygirl and when he's alone with Koala he can't stop kicking his feet and screaming into his pillow and going "THEY ARE SO CUTE HOW AM I GOING TO DEAL WITH THIS IF EVERY TIME I GO SEE MY BROTHER I END UP DISTRACTED" / "You end up distracted anyway, who cares? As if you didn't enjoy it" / "I enjoy it very much yeah-"

AND- They catch feelings because of course they do. At some point there is the "Usopp, darling, you have a type" conversation, but he doesn't want to get too deep into, um, the subject (.... Kaya, Sanji, Sabo... Boy... I have some news for you).

I can't stop thinking about them,,,, Usopp being dramatic and telling his stories and Sabo following every detail with extreme care (he is. He is a writer. You guys. I. Can we just talk abt what that implies for Sabosopp???). Sanji cooking and Sabo desperately trying to help but failing miserably and ending up in a corner of the room with Usopp as a "punishment" but actually they're just cuddling watching Sanji cook. There is no "and they were both ***" here anymore because Sabo tops them both, no doubt. Maybe Usopp tops a single time but Sabo won't stop teasing and it's insufferable. And- And they are so cute. The most annoying boyfriends you will ever meet.

The most important thing here is to know that now Luffy is extremely jealous because he fears Sanji might end up cooking more for Sabo despite Sabo literally coming over to see them once a month or every three weeks and Luffy is always there. And he also does not want to lose his precious time talking about beetles or fishing with Usopp because of Sabo. But!!!!! They look really happy so he accepts it. And now Sabo is around more, so that is something nice too.

#changing eras to sabosanuso bc one of my last rb opened my eyes fr #THEY ARE NOW LIVING ON MY MIND RENT FREE THEY'RE THERE RUNNING AROUND #can i say something. and. and just mention than the three of them have a mommy kink or. or am i not allowed to say it. #bc sabo is so mother and these two have so much trauma #also this is a mess but i genuinely fucking love this idea i am going to turn this into my entire personality now #creating the sabosanuso tag or smth #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #revolutionary sabo #sanuso #sabosan #sabosopp #sabosanuso

[plussizefantasia]

Hallow's Eve

Flufftober Day 24: Ghost AU

Matt Murdock x ghost!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: This one really isn't my favorite but I think that's just because I'm not very good at writing Matt. Anyway... Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated and I'll see y'all tomorrow.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Matt didn’t celebrate Halloween, he doesn’t really remember when he stopped just that Stick thought it was childish, and there wasn’t time for silly little traditions when he had much more important things to do. 

“You’re telling me that all other 364 days a year, you roam around the neighborhood in a red devil costume but, you don’t celebrate Halloween.” Foggy had asked incredulously when he asked Matt if he wanted to go out and pretend to be younger than they were for the one night a year it was socially acceptable.

“That is exactly what I’m telling you. Besides Foggy, I’m busy, we’ve got a case to present on Monday and we don’t have a solid argument yet. I will be here, doing my job until my job is done.”

“You’re an enigma man. Sometimes it’s like I don’t even know you.”

“Not funny Foggy, I’ll see you on Monday.”

It was pure luck that Halloween fell on a Friday this week, it meant that Foggy who no longer had the metabolism that he did in college would have two days of recovery time. And he would be able to actually do his job on Monday, which was important given that his name was on the front door.

Matt continued working through the sounds of drunken cheers that floated from down the street. He worked until the moon had risen, and risen and risen a little further until it was a little ways past the middle.

That's when you showed up. People weren’t wrong when they said that there was a stronger connection to the spirit world on Halloween. You’d been watching this man work all night, but you couldn’t understand why exactly he had all the lights off. It hadn’t been recently that you died, but when you did you were pretty sure that most humans couldn’t read in the dark.

When the clock struck three though, the witching hour began and you could feel yourself beginning to take shape. Still in the clothes you were in when you died, your silhouette began to fade into existence. 

Had Matt actually been able to really see he would instantly clock the faint glow that surrounded your body. The way that he could sort of see the other side of his office through your body. He would’ve been able to see that you weren’t really alive.

“Do you normally work in the dark?” You cautioned a question. The man hadn’t freaked out which from your understanding was usually the first thing the living did when they were presented with something they didn’t understand. They tried to kill it which in your case had already been done, or they ran away in fear. This man hadn’t done either and you were far too curious to let it go.

Matt, at hearing your words practically jumped three feet in the air. His heart started racing and it was all he could hear. The blood rushed in his ears as he spun around to try and locate the random person who had actually managed to sneak up on him.

He didn’t think it was possible for someone to really sneak up on him, but perhaps he was so entranced in his work that he didn’t hear you come in. Nevertheless, he had an act to upkeep so he mustered up enough breath to send you back a shaky reply.

“Um.. yes, yes I do it saves money on the energy bill and I don’t really need them.” He gestured to the glasses on his face and the cane was leaning against his desk.

‘Oh! Oh. That makes much more sense. I thought you were just really weird.”

“Well that hasn’t actually been ruled out yet.” Matt Shrugged. “So why are you here at…” he felt the numbers displayed on the braille clock Karen had given him for Christmas the past year “3:05 in the morning on Halloween of all nights.”

“I think I should be asking you that question.” You shot back, not wanting to explain that you had died in this building and were stuck in a perpetual state of haunting until you “finished your unfinished business” or some crap like that.

“I have a big case on Monday and I need to work on my argument, although I’ve been working for hours and haven’t really gotten much closer.”

“You’re a lawyer?” You asked.

“Um, Yeah? Nelson and Murdock, it’s on the door.” Matt pointed toward the front door. And after a brief look of your own, you realized he was right. There it was Nelson and Murdock, attorneys at law. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here? If you don’t need a lawyer.”

“Do you believe in ghosts?” You asked the man.

Matt was taken aback by the question, it was an abrupt change in topic but one that he figured was pretty on brand given the holiday.

“No. No, I believe in heaven and hell and that everyone goes to one or the other.” He succinctly summarized.

“Well, what about the people who don’t go anywhere? What about the spirits stuck in between?”

“I’m not sure there are any.”

“There are.” Your conviction was surprising to Matt. What was more surprising to him though, was that you didn't have a heartbeat. He didn’t really catch onto it first, with his own heartbeat strong in his ears at first he wouldn’t have been able to hear yours if he tried. But now that he had tried and failed he was struggling with coming up with an explanation.

You were seeing in real time the struggle Matt was having within himself. 

“Why don’t you have a heartbeat?”

“What?”

“I can hear everyone’s heartbeat, I’ve been able to hear every heartbeat of everyone I’ve met for a very long time but I can’t hear yours. Why?” 

“Dead people don’t usually have heartbeats.”

“You can’t be dead you’re talking.” Matt shot back, beginning to sound slightly out of breath.

“Well, that’s just not true. Because I am dead, and I am talking and you can hear me so…”

“I’m going crazy. Or I fell asleep at my desk. Or…” You heard Matt begin to mumble to himself.

“What is your favorite color?”

‘Can’t see color.”

“Really? That must be terribly dull.”

“It can be”

“Well then what is your favorite animal?” You questioned.

“Why?” He asked, still slightly out of breath.

“Humor me.”

“Umm, a dog.”

Matt’s breath slowly evened out. He wasn’t actively panicking which was good, the last thing you wanted was for him to fall and hit his head and for people to think he was crazy when he woke up speaking about ghosts. 

“I didn’t mean to freak you out. But whether you like it or not, I am stuck here for the next,” You looked around the room for a clock, finding one hanging on the wall of a closed-off room surrounded by glass “Thirty-five minutes.”

“What do you mean stuck here?” 

“I can’t leave this building, and I get a little more faded the further I walk from this room at all.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure you want to know.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“I was killed in this room, didn’t see who did it, didn’t know it happened until it was already over. I can’t leave because my spirit is tied here. Believe me, I would if I could. Who wants to spend the rest of eternity tied to an old office building?” You let out a self-deprecating laugh.

‘I’m sorry” Matt had whispered. 

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago, I’ve come to terms with it all.”

“Is there anything I can do? Or?”

“I’m not sure, Supposedly if I finish my unfinished business I’ll be able to move on but I’m not sure what that would be. Or how I would be able to finish it when I only become really formed for an hour every year.”

You two existed in silence for several moments. You, contemplating what it was that got you stuck here in the first place, and Matt thinking he was crazy for offering his help to an actual ghost.

“I could look into your story if you want.” He cut the silence.

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Yeah, why not? I’d just need your name.”

‘Y/N, Y/N L/N.” you smiled.

You two spent the next twenty minutes talking about the last day that you could remember, anything that might help Matt in his search for more information about you. And when you could feel yourself beginning to fade as the hour expired you were feeling a lot lighter than you had any Hallow’s Eve before.

“Thank you, Matt.”

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[homicidal-slvt]

"Sweetly Crimson"

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MDNI

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Inspired by @silverzoomies 'Monster Mash' (Please check out their writing- it's literally incredible)

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Peter Maximoff x F!Reader

Vampire!Reader

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Warnings: Blood, Possibly OOC Peter

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You had grown rather close to the speedster, his playful demeanor dragged you in like a magnetic force. Sure- he was a bit much at times but it was quite cute.

He doesn't know your secret though and if you were being honest- part of you considered never telling him. How would he react?

You'd certainly just die (again) if he were to freak out and leave you... You'd rather crawl into a coffin and never come out- classic vampire from movies mode activated.

Your poor speedy boy just doesn't get it- why do you never want to hang out at night time? It's like every single night you have other plans. He can't help but wonder what you're getting up to.

Curiosity killed the cat.... Well, clearly the cat wasn't fast enough, right?

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You feel as though you're going to literally starve- and you just might. You have been so busy lately that you carelessly forgot you needed more packs of blood... You aren't about to go out and feed from some random person like a monster! Plus, who knows what diseases they might have... Ew. No way you're chomping on that.

Little did you know that Peter was going to be paying you a surprise visit, several thoughts running through his head at warp speed... He swears his skull is just a jar full of especially spastic bees.

This is a bad idea.

A more rational voice chimes in within Peter's mind, however he figures it's too late to turn back now... Just let's see if you're home, right? I mean... Not like you're doin' some freaky shit- right?

Without anymore thought his hand makes contact with the wood of your door, met with such an eerie silence that all he can hear is the chirping of crickets. He glances around your home and notices the faint glow of a lamp through the window...

"Hey, babe? Ya home?"

Weird... Felt like a chill just crawled up his spine.

Meanwhile you're crouched in the kitchen having hunger pains, hearing Peter's voice creates an internal battle of your own.

He can't see you like this... No... But- you're so hungry... And he always smells so sweet...

A few more knocks and you can't take it, feet carrying you before logical sense can kick in and tell you to stay away. Peter looks a bit startled when you open the door to let him in, his deep brown eyes widening slightly, silvery hair caught in the glow of the nearby street lamp. Woah, he didn't even hear your footfalls as you came to the door. Kinda creepy.

"Uh... Are ya alright? You look a bit under the weather there..."

"I'm fine. Come in."

He does not like how you're looking at him, the way your eyes keep fixating on the side of his neck, it looks like you're about to make a meal out of him... And not in the kinky way.

But- you're his friend. So, even with your concerning behavior he still decides to come in. Your house looks pretty normal, a few decorations here and there...

"Peter, I need to tell you something."

"Yeah? What is it? Don't tell me you're pregnant or somethin'."

He tries to lighten the mood with a joke, you always love his sense of humor or out place comments... Even when they sometimes don't fully make sense. However for once his joke falls flat- like totally crashed and burned.

He swallows nervously locking eyes with you, that same chill crawling up his spine again.... He could just make a break for it, y'know... But what kind of friend would he be if he ditched you like that? After coming here at night unannounced? Dick move.

"I'm a vampire."

You just went for it- deciding that ripping the band-aid off would be easier. He just kinda stands there and stares at you before laughing a bit, stuffing his hands into his pockets... It's October. Of course this is all just some silly prank to scare him!!! You probably decided to do this after he showed up at night like a weirdo.

"Very funny... Ya almost got me! I'm a little too quick for that though-"

"I'm not kidding."

"C'mon- just..."

He trails off while searching your expression and you seem completely serious... However he's just not buying it.

"Okay then... How come ya can come out during the day?"

"That's just an old tale..."

You sigh while gazing into his skeptical eyes, Peter would believe a lot of things but this just was not one of them. There's no way in hell his friend is a vampire!!! How could you hide something like that???

"Do you want me to prove it?"

This gains his interest slightly and you open your mouth, canines sharpened into obvious fangs. He leans back a bit with a baffled expression.

"Nah... No way. Those cannot be real."

You're starving and having to deal with Peter... Great. Why couldn't you have just not opened the door? Pretended to be asleep?

"Do you want me to fuckin' bite you?!?"

A long silence hangs in the air and that sweetness finds its way to your nose again, the temptation that dragged you to the door to begin with. You can't do that to him...

Saliva pools in your mouth and your pupils visibly dilate, you try to redirect your attention but he simply moves in closer.

"Ya mean it, don't you...? You're a vampire?"

There's a hesitant nod and you feel his hand gently brush against your face, guiding you to look up at him and meet his gaze, you can see there's so many questions lurking...

"Ya drink blood...? Gross."

Ah yes... Thanks, Peter. We were having a moment.

"Wow, dude."

You huff and lightly swat his hand and he chuckles a bit, he was a bit bothered at first by the fact you hadn't told him and all that but... He can kinda see why you'd keep it a secret. It's a big deal.

"I mean- come on. Suckin' on people like human juice boxes is kinda gross, babe."

"For your information I don't drink from people. I get blood bags."

That... Just raised so many more questions...

"But I ran out and I'm kinda starving..."

"Wait, wait, wait... Are ya actually askin' to take a bite outta me??? I guess if ya really need too..."

He trails off slightly and he's clearly uncertain about the whole thing, he doesn't exactly like the idea of getting drained like a big live smoothie.

"It won't be that bad... I promise..."

He smells so sweet...

You close in on him and he quickly moves out his hands, he could so easily just dart away and there would be no way for you to catch up but... He just can't do that to you. His hands hover over your sides and he prepares himself.

A slight sting meets his skin as your fangs sink into his neck... Oh crap... He should've asked if this would turn him. Wait- could you drain him dry??? Oh shit why didn't he think this through-

His mind speed runs several worse case scenarios before finally a different sensation sets in, it actually starts to feel kind of good... Your mouth latched onto his warm skin, feeling the thick liquid meet your tongue and the soft vibration of Peter's contented hum.

He tastes so much better than any other blood you've ever had, like crimson candy flowing down your throat. You're dragged back to reality though as you feel him begin to slump back against the wall, quickly you retract your fangs and pull away.

"Shit... Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Yeah. I've lost more blood than that before, don't worry bout' it."

You snort out a soft chuckle at his little grin, still a bit of concern lingers in your eyes though. He raises his hand touching the fang marks on his neck, a flicker of wonder in his eyes.

"So, did I taste good?"

"Gross."

"Aw, c'mon..."

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{I know the ending is abrupt and not good but I tried.}

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[differenteagletragedy]

so… idk how interested you are in stuff like bridgerton/pride and prejudice/etc, but i’ve been obsessing over the idea of like a Regency au ever since my friend was like “baxter is in the wrong genre. that man is suited for historical romances. he dreams of writing by candlelight and fainting onto couches.” so do you have any hcs on a regency/historical romance au? assuming you do aus? thanks :)

I haven't watched Bridgerton! It's been many years since I read/watched Pride and Prejudice so apologies if this is a little too Darcy, but I think there would be some similarities between him and Baxter!

-- Baxter is a fancy man now, so living in a time period when men dressed fancier in general, he's going to have to kick it up a few notches. I'm thinking flashier colors, maybe some floral patterns.

-- Those little dances they threw all the time? You know he's there all the time. He has tons of one night stands with people he meets there, but then he meets MC and they are Different.

-- Baxter on a horse Baxter on a horse

-- Does he need a cane? No. Does he have a fancy one anyway. Yup.

--You're not going to catch him in a hat. He knows he's pretty and he doesn't want to take attention away from his face.

-- Basically this version of Baxter is unbearable lol but he does have his charms! Maybe he's playing charades with MC and throws the game just to be a silly little guy and make MC laugh. Or maybe they're playing cards and he keeps pretending to make dumb mistakes, again for a laugh.

-- Everybody talks with that flowery language, so he's going to have to lean on something else to make him stand out, and I think it would be his goofiness. Like he's still charming, of course, but he's not going to be a weirdo in the way that the Baxter of today is.

-- He'd still go on a walk with MC and make up a bunch of nonsense about the things around them.

-- Why am I researching this like I'm writing an essay

-- He would very much want to court MC, but he wouldn't feel like he was worth it. So what I think would happen would be that he began the courting process with the knowledge that he'd eventually just stop.

-- Liz is their chaperone lol

-- Baxter and MC are going for a walk and Baxter is running his mouth and Liz is just like "good god this guy ..."

-- A historian spoke to PBS (this is getting so serious) and explained, “You would initially address one another as sir, my lord, or madam, depending on rank, and then progress to Mr. and Miss So-and-so, or Lord and Lady So-and-so. To use a person’s Christian name during courtship was a special mark of intimacy. And we can often see the moment in their letters when someone asked to be called by their first name, signaling that a relationship was becoming much more serious and, in fact, might later progress to pet names and things like my dearest love or my dearest life.”

-- So the first time MC actually says Baxter's name it's just going to absolutely wreck him, it's going to hit him right in the heart.

-- And when they end up together Baxter calls them "my dearest life" CAN YOU IMAGINE

-- Apparently if you ended a courtship then the proper thing to do was return the letters you'd sent each other, Baxter cannot do this emotionally

-- He'd be like "I burned them they can't have them" and keep them like under a floorboard so he could read them at night and cry.

-- MC's reputation is definitely going to take a hit. Baxter's was already bad but now it's worse, and now he feels guilty for messing with MC in the first place.

*a few years of mess*

-- Baxter has traveled, seen places and done things, but he finds himself back in his hometown. There's a ball. He'd decide to go for old times sake, and you were probably married by then so nbd

-- There you are though!

-- He wants to throw up, but he asks you to dance anyway because he can't help himself. MC agrees because dang that Baxter is smooth.

-- Ok ok, so back in those days if you danced with somebody twice then people thought that was a Big Deal and that you basically wanted to marry them.

Baxter: I would ask for another dance, but I don't deserve it.

MC: Why don't you try asking anyway.

Baxter: But if we have another dance, people are going to talk ...

MC: Let them talk ... Baxter.

Baxter: *swoons*

-- Yeah that's corny and silly, but we're just having fun here.

#our life beginnings and always

[palpameddaislife]

Bad Batch x Reader: Being emotional around you

Rating: Pg | warnings: none | gn!reader | read below the cut!

Hunter:

The Sergeant usually looks very stoic, but there are certain things that can bring him to the brink of tears. He has survived countless of hard battles in inhospitable places, and usually this doesn't make him bend to his emotions, until he knows that everyone that fought hard has survived. Then, he excuses himself, says that he needs a moment, and goes someplace quiet. There, he allows himself to vent his feelings freely. One time, you were curious. Where does Hunter go every time the squad celebrates another victory against the Imperial Forces? Of course, his heightened senses had him feel you around, despite you wanting to be as discreet as possible about it. He sighed and wiped his eyes, wearing a poor excuse of a reassuring smile.

"Y/n, hey... Why aren't you with the others? I'm gonna be back soon, no worries..." He said, with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Hunter, you've been crying..." You replied with concern.

Then, he realised it's not like he can hide from someone as observant as you, and admitted it with a nod. "I'm just so glad everyone is alright... Thank the Force..." A coarse crying expression is carved on his face, and he immediately wrapped arms around you, letting out some quiet sniffles.

Your arms slowly returned the embrace, even if you still are in a minor shock, as you never expected to witness that view ever in your life, but as soon as you got used to it, Hunter composed himself back to normal. "Alright..." He smiled, feeling whole. "Time to go back... Wrecker has bought food for everyone, we shouldn't miss out..." He gently pushed you forward, and you both walked back to the crew.

Wrecker:

You were watching your favourite holo - soap opera. A silly, but dramatic series. Wrecker is pretty interested in it when the squad is out of missions resulting in his boredom. He always loves to see what will happen next, even if it's badly written. Sometimes, you get bored of it. But not every episode fails to capture hearts. A major character death, the lover of the protagonist, and you could hear a faint whimper next to you. You turned and saw Wrecker's lips treble and his body curling around his Lula. He was trying to blink tears away, but you noticed that, and you wanted to let him know that it's ok to cry during movies or series.

Your palm found his knee, and startled him. "Do you maybe want a tissue?"

"N- no, no, I'm good... Something in my eye..."

"Wrecker, that's a famous excuse... Come here." You rolled your eyes and invited him in your arms.

He looked at you for a moment, before gently shifting on the bunk to lay his head on your chest. He suddenly thought, these things on the holonet were fake, but what he had with you was totally real and there, and he felt so happy for you two. He smiled, and squeezed your waist gently. You run your hands on his head, which encouraged him to snuggle you more. He was so comfortable he wasn't even able to finish the episode, as he fell asleep on your lap.

Echo:

You caught him fixing the *Marauder* one day. He was very focused on his work, his prosthetic arm tightening some screws. Something wasn't really going as planned, and he let himself curse at the engine. You hesitantly approached him, making an awkward face at his cussing. You waved at him. The moment he noticed your presence, he winced and apologized for being so crude. He was constantly looking down at his feet when he was around you, scratching his head and fidgeting. He never thought that you would actually lay eyes on him and think he's beautiful.

"Hey, Echo... Your good profile looks even better in the sun..." You told him, and he chuckled, thinking you were just teasing him.

"Yeah, my implants shine..." He ironically said, mostly to himself.

"No, I mean it."

For a moment, he feared that something's up with his hearing implants, and raised an eyebrow. But when he heard it again, he was certain.

"A- are you sure?" He suddenly looked shorter than before. His arms crossed.

"I'm certainly sure. Look, Echo. Don't put yourself down because you just look different than before. You are brave and patient. That's why you have survived everything. You did well!" Your hand was laid on his shoulder.

You heard a faint whimper, as he hesitantly cupped your cheeks with trembling hands. His eyes welled up with tears before he even realised it. He wasn't having people tell him such things so often, even when his brothers remind him that he has fought well.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him in a hug, he eagerly returned. "Th- thank you..."

"It's just the truth! Say, wanna try to fix that ship together? You could use another pair of hands!"

He smiled to your offer, and threw a corkscrew at you, with a smug expression on his face, as he turned back to his tasks.

Tech:

Tech, the genius of the squad is rather... Too pragmatic and logical. He doesn't connect objects or fiction with any kind of sentiment. While the others gain so much joy from a toy or armour or any other object people usually get serotonin from, he classifies them merely as objects. And whenever Omega and Wrecker watch their favourite holo series with him, he doesn't get it, why do they experience such a vast range of emotions, from happiness, to sadness, to anger... Even fear. He just stands there, hugging his knees, eyes full of question. He usually gets bored after a while, and prefers to lose himself in his books, that stimulate his brain way more than just easily digested images and sound.

However, this does bother him sometimes. There are nights he is up reading about starship mechanics or the geology of various planets, but he cannot concentrate on them. Instead, he lets the books lie on his chest and stares in the night sky. Wondering why he will never understand others or vice versa. You had heard shuffling from his bunk, and wondered what was up. He usually stays up late, but either is piloting the *Marauder* or quietly reading. But he sounded quite restless that particular night.

You climbed off your bunk and tiptoed to his. "Hey, Tech?" You whispered, and gently pulled down the blanket from his face.

"Hi, y/n..." He replied with a slightly nasal accent followed by a sniffle. He wasn't wearing his googles. He looked tired, sleepless.

"Have you been crying? That's rare..."

"Crying helps reduce stress because it releases oxytocin..." He whispered hoarsely.

"I don't wanna hear about the trivia of the day. I'm more interested in you. Are you alright?" You gently put a hand on his chest.

"Yeah, I'm totally healthy, as far as I am concerned." He glanced at your hand.

"I'm not referring to that. I'm taking about your mood. Seems like something's bothering you."

"It's nothing important... Just... I realise I fail to understand others... Most of the times... It isn't such a major problem, but sometimes... Ah, feelings are hard."

"Indeed they are. May I lie down here too?"

He looked at you for a moment, but nodded. You rested your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He chuckled to himself and gave a kiss on your forehead. Soon after, you were both sleeping soundly, in each other's arms.

Crosshair:

You may wonder if this man ever gets vulnerable. He's always smug, sarcastic, cold around others. And after he joined the Empire, he has become ruthless. It's like he's raising invisible walls around him. Impenetrable walls. Towards his soldiers he's almost robotic when giving orders. But deep inside his heart, there are intense feelings he doesn't even want to acknowledge, most of the times. It's mostly anger. Intense anger. At his brothers, that don't see the bigger picture, that decide to put themselves at risk for a supposed greater cause, and refuse to join him. It feels like they have... Forgotten about him. And they don't trust him anymore.

He was sitting inside of his small headquarters, on his bunk, head full of these thoughts that feel like heart stabbing. He rested his back on the wall, and curled his tall body into a ball. His angry face turned to a grievous one, and his eyes became glassy. A heavy, shaky sigh left his lips. But not too later, you knocked his door. He winced, and cut it immediately out with the emotions.

"Who." He said, dryly, trying not to let the shaking of his voice betray him.

"It's me, Crosshair... Can I come in?" You replied. Recognising your voice, he immediately lets you in.

He trusts you enough to allow you in his room, to hang out. But he still wears his rough facade. Because he doesn't want anyone to see what he's feeling.

You sat next to him. Too close. You had noticed his stiffness. He gave you the *move* look. But you didn't. He furrowed his eyebrows and glared at you. "Sigh, I think I need some time alone..."

"Why, is everything alright?" You asked.

"Yeah, I'm just tired... What with the interrogation?" He muttered through his teeth.

"That's no interrogation! I just wanted to know if you're alright, Cross..."

"Yeah, I'm ok... Don't you worry..." He played with his toothpick.

"I see something in your eyes... It's sadness."

"I have no sadness. Now, leave..."

"Come on, Cross... It's alright, you can share with me." Your hand traveled on his shoulder.

"No, I'm fine..." He didn't sound that fine. His knees moved closer to his face again. Once your arms were wrapped around him, he started sobbing faintly.

After a while, he dozed off on your shoulder. He was so tired, he cried himself to sleep. You helped him lie down on his bed and covered him, leaving a kiss on his head. As you left his room, you chuckled to yourself, as you were sure he'd want you to forget it the next day.

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[lollytea]

Adding to the Neverland idea where she transforms to her human size in his hand, but Hunter's strong and readjusts to still be holding her one handed. What if she appears full sized while she's in a sitting position and and she says "You know you're technically grabbing my butt now, right?" And that flusters Hunter enough to lose focus and drop her, only for her to land right on top of him and he's about to die of embarrassment.

ASGVSJNDK THESE ARE THE SILLY SHENANIGANS IM LOOKING FOR

She got nervous!! And she blurted out the first thought that sprung to mind which happened to be "You're touching my butt yknow"

He yelps, immediately scrabbles to get his hands off her butt, which just makes him let go of her entirely. But Willow, also operating on instinct, squeaks and throws her arms and legs around him before she falls and hurts herself, which results in him losing his balance and they both topple to the floor.

Hunter fucking plummeted to the cold hard floor and it hurt like a motherfucker but he is not thinking about that right now because there is now the weight of an utterly ethereal looking teenage girl pressing down against his chest. Hello?? Excuse me?? This man had never touched a pretty girl in his life. So touching Willow is like a guy who's never swam before getting tossed into the deep end. It is taking every bit of his will not to just. Faint.

Meanwhile Willow is still a little stunned. She's sometimes a bit playfully flirty with him but this is a very different experience. She's never laid on top of a boy's chest before. Especially not this boy. This is the first time she's ever been this close to him while in human form and its a lot. A lot more than she was expecting. There was Something about the difference in size between a human and fairy that created a comfortable detachment in the physical department.

That strange floppy strand of hair was more like a thick rope that she had to take in both her hands to yank on. Now it's so much more manageable, brushing across his forehead and it would be so easy to teasingly twirl it around her forefinger.

That sharply carved face of his, now staining a flowery red, the perfect size to press the palm of her hand against.

Before, if she had ever gotten up in his personal space, disobediently perching on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were too large and too close to appreciate in detail. Like being engulfed in a depthless sheet of rich colour. But now she can see those eyes in the way they're supposed to be seen. Blown wide, glinting in shock and awe, a strikingly burning hue in his irises.

He's prettier like this. Prettier when he's so....holdable....touchable...like he was crafted to be pressed against her chest, squeezed in her arms.

That's when he asks, uncharacateristically meek in tone, "Can you turn back to normal?"

"This is normal," Willow answers. "This is me too."

"Oh," He answers shakily and she wonders why he seems so scared.

Maybe...

"What's wrong, pirate?" She asks, getting a little daring now. She abandons her half-hearted attempt to climb off him and instead melts back against his chest. "Too heavy?"

"No," Some of his bite returns, though his face hasn't stopped flowering. If anything, Spring was in bloom.

"Then what's the problem?" She tries not to think too deeply about just how strong the body she's laying on is. She'll get distracted. "You love to complain about how annoying it is that I'm so small. Makes me hard to catch. Makes me a menace."

The temptation works in her favour in this case, as taking that silly strand of hair between her fingers is exactly what she should do in this situation. It drives him crazy. She can tell from how he wriggles. "Is this not more convenient for you?"

He has made no attempt to push her off. Strange, considering he's so ✨️big and strong.✨️

The pirate finally mutters in an unreadable tone. "No matter what you do, you'll never be convenient, fairy."

#neverland au

[bitchin-beskar]

Okay bur do you have any thots over monster!Soap, cause monster!ghost gets a lot of love, but soap deserves some of that too 🫣

oooh, so I've got a Venom!Soap ask in my inbox from @mysticalgalaxysalad that I'm gonna get to later, but I definitely have some thots/thoughts over monster!Soap (a couple different types actually!)

Werewolf!Soap

I feel like lycanthropy fits Soap really really well. I think during leave or other situations that aren't life and death (and even some that are), Soap is very much like an excitable german shepard. He's definitely strong and can be scary, but also goofy and silly, and so I feel this translates really well to werewolf!Soap. He's already a pretty big guy but his wolf form is fucking massive holy shit. He absolutely puts the fear of god into the 141's enemies when he shifts, although I feel he does it sparingly because as strong and deadly as he is as a wolf, shifting does not happen to include his tac gear or kevlar, so he's more vulnerable that way. He absolutely transforms and plays fetch and goes for "walks" with you around base because if he doesn't shift frequently enough, it can become very painful for him. It's kind of hilarious to see a huge fucking wolf bounding around a military base, and more than one rookie has fainted thinking they're seeing a hellhound or some other demonic creature. If we're going down the horny thots route, I think that the heightened hearing and sense of smell absolutely play a role. Yes it helps on the battlefield, but when you've got a boyfriend who can smell when you're fertile and aroused, and can hear your heart rate pick up when he's nearby, you're never gonna know a moment's peace. Going off the whole scent thing, Soap absolutely has a thing about you smelling like him. Thankfully he doesn't 'mark' his territory like an actual dog (you would very probably murder him), but he's constantly putting you in his clothes, hugging you when he's all sweaty and gross from training, and he's got this fascination with coming inside you and anything that drips out gets smeared across your thighs and rubbed into your skin. Maybe it's a little weird, but you kind of like it. Yes, doggy is his favorite position, do not tease him about it because he can and will make sure you're unable to walk for a week. You've also never fucked Soap in his wolf form, because holy fuck he's so huge he might literally tear you in half, but that doesn't mean you don't sometimes think about it.

Vampire!Soap

Okay, so I would probably normally vibe with Vampire!Ghost, but I think Soap works really well as a vamp too. Whereas with Ghost I think he fits the vibes of more the monstrous beings a la Nosferatu that just look off and that's what scares people, I think for Soap he's the kind of vampire that is stunningly gorgeous and hypnotising and that's why he draws you in. It's kind of funny sometimes because he gets so offended by some of the stereotypes ("Of-feckin-course the cross isn't gonna ward me off, I'm a bloody vampire, nah the feckin Devil!") but for the most part he acts completely human. He's not particularly pale, his eyes aren't red, and his teeth at first glance look normal. But when he's fighting and goes into a bloodlust, that's when people start being scared of him. He's arguably the more deadly one between him and Ghost, because you tend to stay away from Ghost, but Soap draws you in, until you realize it's too late. Also, you find out in your relationship that while he can (and usually does) live off bagged blood, fresh tastes so much better, and when you offer to let him drink from you, the both of you learn another little interesting tidbit about his vampirism, something he was unaware of. Vampires secrete a kind of venom from their fangs that acts like a calming agent in animals but in humans acts as an aphrodisiac. After all, it's hard to get a good meal when said meal is fighting for their life, so vampires evolved to come up with a way to get around it, but knowledge is mostly lost because of vampire blood banks. The first time the two of you discovered it, you both descended into a haze of lust and desire that didn't lift for two whole days. The rest of the team was concerned when they hadn't heard from you both in 24 hours, but Ghost's the one to figure out what the two've you have done.

Eldritch Horror!Soap

So, this is a bit more ambiguous, because... you know... eldritch horror with emphasis on the eldritch, but I personally vibe with a kind of strange, shadow-demonesque type of being for Soap. With his proclivity for pyrotechnics, the whole demon aspect fits really well, and the shadow part fits for him as a sniper. Basically, he has a habit of scaring the absolute shit out of everyone on base by just melting into the shadows and peering out with eyes that glint red in the right lighting. Everyone thinks that Ghost is the one to be scared of, and they wouldn't be wrong, but once you've been startled by a Scotsman's drawl coming from the shadowy area in the back of the kitchen near the fridge when you could've sworn you were alone, you realise Simon 'Ghost' Riley is not the only one to be frightened of. Soap has some basic shadow travel abilities which is a huge boon in the field, but his favorite power has to be shadow manipulation. He's able to use shadows as an extension of himself, which is fantastic for pranks, but also really really good for teasing the everloving shit outta you. The first time he did it during a briefing, letting the tendrils of shadows trace over your thighs and against the soft skin under your shirt. You're able to hold your composure admirably, but you yell at him for it later. It does nothing to deter him. In fact, it might've made things worse. Don't even get me started on him fucking you with his shadows. He doesn't need to get your clothes off for that, and it's a fun way for him to pass the time if you're in a position or situation that wouldn't otherwise allow for some fun. You tell him that you hate it and that he needs to stop, but he always retorts that the two of you have safe words for a reason and you really don't have a response to that (because goddamnit you don't actually hate it as much as you say you do. Everyone is terrified of you as a consequence of you being with Soap, because they're well aware of why his missions are classified (aka, the violence level is beastly, far more so than even many military men can stomach) and the fact that you know that and still said "ok but I wanna fuck him" scares the shit out of people.

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[lyssified]

i'm asking you about hemingway what would you like to say?

okay first of all THANK YOU for this ask and i'm so sorry I took my sweet time answering it

anyway I have a lot to say abt this so I hope you don't mind if it turns into a little bit of a rant because YES Hemingway was terrible and kind of a freak in a /neg way but he also had the most insane 22 years of life I have EVER heard of

buckle up y'all :)

also trigger warnings for discussions of war and not super graphic injury, dead bodies, horrifying age gaps, discussion and threats of suicide, and just generally Hemingway being a fucking awful person

guys my sources for this is 4 weeks of reading and documentary watching in English class, don't come at me if this isn't exact because i'm going mostly off memory here

so Ernest Hemingway, if you haven't heard of this guy, is a super super famous American writer remembered for his short stories and completely changing the game in literature. he was also kind of a womanizer and had like 4 wives, he was also homophobic and misogynist and stuff. in my opinion his stories are pretty average although the subtext is usually super interesting & there's a lot of great discussion to be had (I will refer you to this pdf of the complete collection of his short stories)

so anyway, Hemingway was born in 1899 and he grew up in Oak Park, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America as the second oldest of like 9 kids. growing up, his mother used to do a silly little thing where she would twin Hemingway and his older sister as either two boys or two girls, and it would be so convincing that their neighbors were confused and thought she had 2 sets of twins. Hemingway eventually grew out of that and started to hate the practice. he began to idolize his father, who was a doctor and also had depression. Hemingway blamed all of his father's issues on his mother and most people think his hatred from women stems from his hatred of his mother because he wanted to be like his dad so badly

so anyway, as much as Hemingway would grow to have literally 4 wives, he was essentially remembered as being a no bitches loser in high school. he had very few friends, sucked at most sports, was pretty clumsy because of his nearsightedness, and really enjoyed taking solo trips to hunt and fish in Michigan. by himself.

naturally, when he was 17 all he wanted was to enlist in the army and fight in WWI because he was a manly man like that. however, he was also really really scared that the army would reject him because he kind of sucked at physical exertion and was also nearsighted and so he signed up to join the red cross!! he was immediately fucking deployed to the FRONT LINES in Italy and promptly almost fainted upon seeing his first dead body. he decided he wasn't really about that almost fainting life so he decided he wanted to drive the ambulance !! and he did that pretty well. for about 2 weeks

and then he said quote unquote "i'm bored of that shit" and volunteered to BIKE up the MOUNTAINS with a CART full of CHOCOLATE AND CIGARETTES to bring to the soldiers. he was the snack boy. he was the fucking snack boy for the army. and then a mortar shell exploded like. 2 feet away from him and embedded him with an absolute Fuck Ton of shrapnel ! he actually wrote that he felt as if his soul left his body in that very moment and then floated back to him

so that absolute Fuck Ton of shrapnel stayed in his leg for quite a while actually, because when they finally got him to a hospital in Milan, he REFUSED TO BE TREATED. he said there were people that needed the treatment more and that he could live with the Fuck Ton of shrapnel for a little while longer. so anyway when he finally did get around to having like 275 pieces of shrapnel removed from his leg, he had some serious mental illness going on. he went through somewhere around 13 surgeries without any painkillers or stuff to numb the pain because a) he was super depressed and wanted to die and b) was also kind of a masochist and enjoyed the pain.

so Hemingway was in the hospital recovering for a fucking WHILE right, and he meets this nurse. she's 27 (he's like 19 or 20 or something) and her name is Agnes von kurowsky. she's his night nurse and they fell in love. they did some cute things like her leaving her hairpin under his hospital bed pillow and them reading to each other late at night. they also did some not so cute things like her calling him "kid" and also sneaking alcohol into the hospital in the wee small hours of the morning and her getting drunk on the job

anyway, Hemingway finally recovers and shit is going GREAT for him. he's got a nurse girlfriend who is 6 or 7 years older than him who writes him every day from france, and he just got back to Oak Park and the US was so impressed with his masochistic depressed surgery-with-no-painkillers thing that they gave him a medal!! so naturally, he thought he was hot shit for that. he started parading around the neighborhood in his full uniform and charging the residents to listen to him tell completely false stories about the war.

around this time was when shit started going downhill. Hemingway received a breakup letter from France from Agnes, and the letter said that she did love him, but not in a boyfriend girlfriend way. IN A MOTHER SON WAY (eeeeeeeeeeeeew). so he got son-zoned. and he wasn't very happy about that, so he decided to start partying in the woods with minors and going hunting and fishing again to prove to himself that he was still hot shit. and his parents really didn't like the "parading around in full uniform telling lies and then going to party with minors in the woods" schtick, so they told him hey ! cut that out !

direct if somewhat paraphrased quote from hemingway's dad: "shorten your temper, respect women, and fear God"

so Hemingway moved the fuck out of there and found himself ANOTHER girfriend !! her name was Hadley Richardson and she was also really really depressed. on the day of their wedding, Hemingway actually threatened suicide but she guilt tripped him into not doing that and then they moved to France and made friends with a lot of artsy people and Hemingway started writing again. He got a job for a newspaper and tried to get some of his short stories published. he got invited to a conference in Sweden at one point and met a publisher that was interested in his work. he asked Hadley to bring his work up to meet him, so she packed EVERYTHING into a trunk and took it on the train- she had it delivered to her car. when she got there, the trunk was gone. to this day we still don't know where all of Hemingway's early work is.

anyway. let's recap. AT THE RIPE AGE OF 22!! Ernest hemingway was: dressed as a girl by his mom, learned intense hatred of woman at a young age, got no bitches in highschool, got too scared to join the army, drove an ambulance, became the snack boy, got a Fuck Ton of shrapnel in his leg, underwent 13 surgeries without painkillers, fell in love with his nurse, got a medal for masochism, got son-zoned, got told to respect women and fear god, married his first of 4 wives, and lost every single one of his short stories that he had ever written

AND HE WENT ON TO DO MORE INSANE SHIT but this is getting really really long so we'll call this part 1 and i'll reblog this with some other stuff I find insane about him !!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK SORRY THIS WAS A RANT

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[mattypattypinky]

🎀 Vector Insecurities Headcanons 🎀!!

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I don't think that he would have that big of an issue with most of his features. He wouldn't be worried about being conventionally attractive - He doesn't care about his dorky haircut, or his large nose and glasses. He'd say they give him..- Intellectual charm.

He would be worried about his body and less about his features. I feel like (despite eating so much junk food) he'd worry about his health and gaining too much or too little weight. (He has fat reduced Vitamin D Milk). I bet all of his chips are low fat as well.

I feel like he would be also be self conscious about how scrawny he looks. Not because of the fact that scrawny people are conventional unattractive or anything, but because Villains - especially super ones, are often considered to be tough, big, and intimidating. Usually fit. He'd be a lot more comfortable with his chubbiness if he had muscle to go with it, but he has trouble building that muscle. (He has lots of warm up paraphernalia - What with the fact he is so adamant on the idea that his jumpsuit is a work out outfit, and that he does lots of squats and is extremely adamant on the fact that he is warming up.) His wardrobe is pretty much lots of clothings that look like he is about to go for a jog or work out. He wants people to think that he is going to work out / go for a jog when people see him in public or out on the street.

He's probably tried weight lifting and hated it. He probably couldn't do it very well.

He also heavily doesn't want to be associated with the idea of being a nerd. He enjoys his own aesthetic and he would never change himself and how he acts, his dorkiness and intellect, but how he is is widely perceived and defined by society as a nerd, so he heavily overcompensates for it and tries his very hardest to not seem like a nerd (its not working.)

He much prefers wearing long sleeves and long pants, even to bed. If he were to use pajamas, they would be head to toe covering. He doesn't prefer showing skin often, if he ever were to go to the beach or scuba diving he would prefer to have a full wet suit. (Imagine him pulling up to a beach wearing a full wet suit while everybody else is wearing bikinis or swimming trunks and he looks rlly silly LMAO😭😭😭🤞) I feel like he'd defend himself and say he's a professional scuba diver just so people won't make fun of him for the outfit (He's not professional at it though I do think he'd know a lot about swimming? He used to be on a swim team and he got bullied.)

He'd pull up to the beach with a full wet suit, and a snorkel, and swimming flippers and claim it's professional attire despite it being a beach trip😭

"I'm actually a professional. And, this is what professionals wear." Standing with his hands on his hips like a pregnant lady in full gear on a vacation 😭 🤞(its not meant to be professional Vector its a vacation.)

He's insecure about his snoring, and his sleep patterns and the things he has to wear to bed.

If he goes up a flight of stairs, especially a large one, he will start wheezing, but if other people are around he will try everything in his blood and power not to show the fact that he is. He'd rather faint than let anyone realize he's struggling. He probably has before. 😭

He's really bad at cooking. He wouldn't know how to use a microwave. However, if someone asked for his help on how to microwave something, he'd give them a really random estimated time to microwave the food for. He'd give a random estimate with no hesitation and full confidence.

He could be right. He could be wrong. He could accidentally have set their house on fire. Its fine!

He's insecure about his teeth.

One time he put Microwaveable Popcorn in the microwave and burnt it and he ate the whole bag anyways because he didn't want to admit he burnt it. If you smell his microwave it smells like it still. He claims Microwaves are supposed to smell like that.

He will refuse to go to any public bathroom.

He had a lisp when he was little and went to speech therapy. When he's super stressed or nervous he starts to lisp again. He's embarrassed by it.

He constantly beats himself up for interactions he has with people. If they do not take his introduction well he will dawn on it for hours on end later. Even if it's nothing personal. He lacks personal space awareness and he is over analyze after the fact, he'd really overthink if someone thinks he is cool. He'd be so scared of being thought of as a loser.

He copes with a majority of his insecurities by pretending he's hot shit and putting them off. Someone said to him once that confidence is the most attractive thing, and it stuck with him for his entire growth as a person and life. Even if he's not truly confident at some times and about some things.

He's super stressed about smelling bad. I feel like someone has told him once that he smelt bad and it might have triggered a sequence of hyper anxiousness on his hygiene. I also headcanon that he is easily sweaty and he is worried he smells bad. But he refuses to not wear long sleeves.

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