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mrsjellymunson · 2 months

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The Boy Is Mine [Kittie’s edition]

For @carolmunson’s absolutely wonderful The Boy Is Mine community-boosting writing exercise. Thank you Carol for creating this marvellous event 💛 Everyone go look at the guidelines and JOIN IN, no tag is necessary 😃

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

WC: ~1.6k

Rating: M, MDNI

C/W: Fluffy Fluffster McFluffington, friends to lovers, a few swears, descriptions of erotic drawings and literature, allusions to arousal, drug use (smoking the devil’s lettuce), kinda forced proximity?, Eddie is self-deprecating, Hellfire Club being stellar wingmen.

Prompts included: 3 prop prompts, 4 dialogue prompts.

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“What do you mean, we should all cancel?”

Gareth is looking at Dustin aghast, the other members of the Hellfire Club regarding the curly-haired boy with confusion.

“I mean exactly that. We should all cancel. Make it so it’s just the two of them.”

He continues, addressing the whole group.

“Aren’t you all sick of the awkwardness, the pining, the longing looks? I know I am. They’re never going to configure their own romantic night in, so I say we do it for them.”

Ever the insightful one, Erica continues Dustin’s campaign.

“He’s right, Gare, and you know it. These two doofuses are never gonna do it by themselves. So I say, save all of us the pain, and sacrifice one night of socialising for the greater good.”

“The greater good…”, the group grumbles in unison, most nodding sullenly at the loss of a night round at Eddie’s, but all agreed in their collective aim.

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You haven’t known Eddie as a friend for all that long. You only joined Hellfire a few weeks ago, and have smoked with him and the stoners at the bench in the woods a couple of times, but that’s about it. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been admiring him from afar for considerably longer, although you’d never tell him that.

Tonight is gonna be the first time you’ve spent time with him. Just him. At his trailer. Alone. Somehow all the other members of Hellfire ended up dropping out or having other plans, but they all insisted that you should definitely still go. You know you have no reason to be nervous, but there’s something that happens every time he looks at you that just makes you feel, well, fluttery.

You take a deep, steadying breath and knock on the screen door of the trailer, and from inside you hear a muffled, “Come in!”

Eddie’s sitting on the floor on a small throw pillow, his back against the couch, scribbling in a small, green notebook. It’s evident from the spoon sticking out of the container in front of him that he’s been eating vanilla frosting straight out of the tub. The weed must be getting to him already.

He looks up as you enter, and hurriedly closes the book as he goes to stand. He glances at his watch and greets you with a cheerful, if a little flustered, “Hey, sweetheart! Are you early? I didn’t think… Oh, I must’ve got distracted and lost a little time there.”

He beams at you as you move into the modest living room, dimples popping and those adorable chocolate brown eyes flashing in your direction.

Yeah, fluttery... You wonder how on earth you’re gonna keep it together for an entire evening.

Eddie beckons you over to the couch, and as you perch on the edge he invites you to spark up a pre-rolled joint as he somewhat self-consciously grabs the almost-empty frosting container and goes to the kitchen to get drinks.

As he moves, you can’t help but take him in. His hair is clean and fluffy, and he leaves a cloud of a not unpleasant masculine body wash in his wake. His shirt, which fits far too nicely, is a deep, unfaded black, and the print on the front seems really vibrant. It seems to be burn and tear-free, the sleeves are intact and attached, and it’s tucked into his jeans, which also appear to be devoid of rips. Could they all be… new? But, why would he be wearing his best clothes just for a simple social?

Taking a long drag from the joint and needing a distraction from all the unbidden fluttering, you grab the notebook. It’s one you’ve never seen before. It's pretty, and has an embossed cover sporting some kind of fantastical creature. It’s very Eddie.

Looking inside, you see drawings of dice, weapons, ubiquitous Eddie stuff. But then you spot some full-page sketches of sexy elves, a long-haired medieval maiden, boobs, even a couple of well-proportioned penises. You’re a little surprised, but the drawings are so good and the level of detail so exquisite that you almost forget the subject matter.

There’s some writing too, short scenarios about fantastical characters fucking on mountain tops, magical sex toys, a wizard with an impossibly long tongue... You know you shouldn’t be looking, but you can’t tear your eyes away, and you feel a subtle heat developing in your belly.

You skip to what must be his most recent scribblings, wondering what he was so engrossed with as you came in, which is where you find content that looks oddly… familiar. There’s an outline of a story about a magical prince ravishing a fair damsel at a location that sounds eerily similar to the spot in the woods that a group of you discovered only the other week. A sketch of a figure wearing a crown, surrounded by intricate renditions of dragons, who has your eyes and lips, and physical proportions that look an awful lot like yours. A picture of a hand, adorned with something that looks very similar to a bracelet that you wear, with one of Eddie’s rings on a finger...

Eddie returns from the kitchen with sodas poured into old plastic cups branded with worn logos that look like they came from a ball game years ago.

“The maid took the week off so we’ve run out of, like, nice cups. Is this okay?"

You didn’t hear his socked feet pad in on the soft carpet, and his voice startles you. You jump, dropping the notebook onto the coffee table with a small thud. It falls open at the picture of the dragon lady.

Eddie freezes, eyes popped wide and jaw dropped open. He gapes a few times like a fish as you quickly scramble backwards onto the sofa, talking quickly and apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie! I shouldn’t have been looking. I- I didn’t see much, honestly.”

He panics and rushes to put the cups down on the small coffee table, spilling a little from one of them. He quickly sits down next to you, and runs one hand nervously through his chestnut bangs while the other reaches shakily towards the notebook, but then pulls back.

He waves that hand in the air as he mumbles, “Umm, you weren’t supposed to see any of that. It’s, uh, ideas for campaigns or whatever. It’s just fantasy, y’know?”

He swallows thickly and his eyebrows pinch, and he’s studying your face to try to judge your reaction. Are you weirded out? Freaked? Upset? Angry?? Has he just ruined everything by forgetting to hide that damn book?

You see the terror in Eddie’s eyes, and you try to reassure him that you’re not offended by what you saw. In fact, quite the opposite. You blurt out,

“The drawings, they're really good. Amazing, actually. And the little stories, too. I sorta did read some, I’m really sorry. But it’s all really captivating. Kinda sensuous, almost visceral...”

You frown ever so slightly at your admission and chew your lip.

He asks, an endearingly hopeful look on his face,

“And… you like that?"

You look into his glinting, mahogany orbs and smile softly.

“Yeah, I like it, Eddie.”

You shift in your seat, and Eddie can’t help but notice how you subtly clench your thighs together.

The edges of Eddie’s lips quirk up into the tiniest smile, as he realises that not only haven’t you completely freaked out, you also, apparently, even liked at least some of what you saw.

But just as quickly, his face drops. Looking at his lap and rubbing one thumb over his rings, he says quietly,

“Yeah, but it’s just fantasy, right? In real life, no Dragon Queen would ever want a freak like me.”

Bending forwards to peek under the curtain of hair that’s dropped in front of his face, you look up into his eyes, and state, softly,

“Aw, don't be like that. That's not even true. Some people would give anything to be your Dragon Queen."

He turns his head to look at you with a questioning expression.

“Yeah?”

Quietly, you reply,

“Yeah. You never know who’s gonna think you’re kind, and smart, and pretty…”

There’s a beat of tense silence. Needing something to do, you teasingly push at his knee with your hand. You both let out nervous little chuckles; it helps to dissipate some of the tension in the room.

As Eddie’s leg springs back from your touch, you notice that sometime during all of this your thighs have started touching.

Shit.

Fuck it.

Whether it’s the weed, or the contents of the notebook, or the way your skin feels like it’s on fire where it’s in contact with Eddie, or simply the way Eddie’s responding to your flattery and compliments, you feel emboldened, and decide to admit just a little of your feelings for him.

“You know, I find you pretty, Eddie.”

He looks genuinely surprised.

“You- You do?”

“Yeah. Really pretty. Gorgeous, actually, if I’m being truthful. And funny, and clever, and astonishingly creative, and-”

He cuts you off.

"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

“Oh yeah? And what kind of a problem would that be?”

His cheeks turn the most beautiful shade of pink as he admits, “The kind of problem that I’m gonna need to cover with a damn cushion, that’s what!”

You cackle, which makes Eddie laugh, a beautiful, booming sound emanating from deep in his chest.

You both start to giggle, all remaining discomfort dissipated. You theatrically bend and retrieve the pillow Eddie was sitting on earlier, handing it to him with a flourish as you dip your chin and peer up at him through your lashes.

“Might it also be the kind of problem that could one day be resolved by taking a certain Dragon Queen to a certain clearing deep in the woods, and doing certain things to her, perhaps with a certain magic tongue?”

Eddie inhales sharply through his nose, eyes twinkling, and suddenly looks dreadfully serious. His gaze locks with yours as he starts to lean into your space, and his gaze starts to flick between your eyes and lips.

He raises one hand to gently skim his fingertips down one side of your jaw and smiles a little as he says, in a low and husky voice that you can barely hear,

“Oh, my Queen, I think that would absolutely be the most perfect solution...”

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Thanks so much for reading!

A/N: If you haven’t seen Hot Fuzz, go do it. A reference near the beginning will make a whole lot more sense 😉 And if anyone spots the Shining reference somewhere in here, you win an invisible prize that you’ll never see, but it’s great, I promise.

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Dance In My Underpants

Humbug!Al x Reader fluff

Summary: You and Alex dance late at night, after a long day

A/N: humbug al, my princess, please come back with your long hair and big brown eyes. We miss you. I just had to sneak in a little of the devil’s lettuce cause there was no way he wasn't on something writing those lyrics for humbug. Enjoy my lovelies<3

His hair fell and cast drapes over his doe eyes. You run your hand through it as he looks up, they are slightly bloodshot from the joint that you had shared to 'get the creative juices flowing'. The writing hadn't been as easy as he'd hoped, but something to ease his mind always helped. Not as much as being around the one he loved, but he wasn't going to turn one down if she offered. And offer you did.

The day had been especially stressful for you as well. Work had been a bitch and your manager felt like the devil incarnate. So, seeing your lover scribbling relentlessly in his small songwriting journal with a frustrated look, you knew the perfect solution.

The pen and paper had been replaced with a record that spun out 'Rain In My Heart' softly from the speaker. Slowly, you stood from where you laid on the settee with your legs over Alex's lap and his hands drawing shapes on the side of your thigh. You stood over him as those puppy eyes graced your sight and your hand cupped his cheek. Your thumb brushed over his chapped bottom lip and you leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, his long lashes fall over his eyes. With your other arm, you pull him up from the seat.

Your hand moves from his cheek to his waist as Sinatra continues blessing your ears. His wrap around your neck and his forehead knocks gently into yours. His lips crash into yours once more as you start swaying both your hips to rhythm of the song. You breathe in the scent of his earlier cigarette and rich cologne that followed him everywhere and you had become so accustomed to waking up to each morning.

It was what you had grown to love so much about living with Alex, always having a reminder of the person you would see come home each day. He too, had begun loving the scent that lingered around him and on his clothes because of you. The one that brought the amazing memories and thoughts of you, that calm him and bring joy to every moment. He could only wish to bottle it up and be able to spray it whenever he believed he was going to lose it, simply because it wouldn’t even a take a second for you to come rushing back and any worries to dissipate into smoke.

Your feet trade steps on the carpet-covered floor that felt light beneath your feet and the socks you wore that were heavenly and kept you warm in the cold flat. Alex’s sweater bunched up around your arms where they held him snuggly, as to not let him escape the bubble of comfort and love you had conjured. His button-up, with a few undone at the top, rode up his front from the closeness that he would usually find bothered him, but with you it wasn’t more than a passing thought. It was thin and you could feel the small shivers that ran through him, that happened to contradict the heat he radiated, acting as your personal heater you’d love to bring with you everywhere.

His breaths were soft and as beautiful as the notes he would sing, occasionally he would hum along to the music into your ear from how little space there was between you two. When he started to sing along you thought you’d melt. His voice was mellow, but sweeter than honey and you thought you’d drown in it. You had always been able to listen to him for ages, talking or singing, he never fell short of perfection in that area, or really any other in your eyes.

“D’you wear this to work?”

He was referring to the black, knitted sweater that fit you, as you tended to balance each other in your builds. You let out a silent chuckle at his cluelessness but nodded anyways, it becoming clear as to what exactly he paid attention to while you dressed that morning. Despite watching you from bed as you scanned the closet in your underwear, he couldn’t remember you stealing it.

You’d admit your amusement at the fact that Alex didn’t bother putting on any sort of pants after showering that morning, instead opting to wear just his boxers all day. Though it gave you a good view, you feared him freezing in the flat, even under the thick quilt that hung on the back of your settee. He couldn’t seem bothered on the other hand, any coldness gone the moment he saw your face or heard the key turning in the door. The sound, he knew, meant your arrival when he would rush to the door to greet you, just as you would whenever he came home after you.

One of his hands reached down to yours at his waist, locking them together, he brought it up to beside you both. You lifted your arm even more and he pulled from you to do a small spin. Immediately he crashed into you again, not willing to spend any longer apart if he could help it. You fell into a small fit of laughter at how adorable he was spinning in a circle, to which he joined in despite being unaware why you were laughing. To him, it didn’t matter because the sound of yours was too contagious and any happiness you felt, he did as well.

He damned the hair that grew to long on his head as it obstructed the otherwise flawless scene of your breath-taking smile. And your eyes that squinted from how bright it was, making gorgeous lines form in the corners, that he hoped to grow permanently along with you. Your hair, that he pulled back when put his arms around your neck, now laid to frame your face and accentuate every stunning feature that you effortlessly wore.

You merely wished he could see through your eyes for even a second. His hair, too, framed those brown eyes that could convince you to do anything. It brought out that perfect nose you could only compliment to shove away any insecurities that rose from it. His perfect smile that brought out the apples of his cheeks with their pink tint. That was really the only word you could think of to describe him—perfect. At least, it was the only one of the current time. You hoped one would come along in the future to describe the other-worldly beauty the man you called yours held dearly. Because none written in any dictionary could do even a modicum of justice to the love of your life.

As the song closed and your laughs died out, you pulled him into a hug, clinging to almost reassure him of your love. To tell him how much you needed him, how much you were devoted to him. Your love that extended beyond just words into every factor of your lives, that you tried as best as you could, to share as eloquently as he did in the poetry he wrote. However much he denied it, his words were nothing less and you would keep telling him that until your last days.

The way he relaxed, and all tension he had felt since you left that morning was gone, you felt satisfied in that he understood. You walked him back until you both crashed onto the settee, tangled together in your own, beautifully unaware, world.

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #alex turner fluff #alex turner x y/n

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strawbs-screaming · 4 months

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really specific hc pile bc i have no excuses

sorry for dissapearing (for the 100837283th time) i was busy with health stuff, anyways enjoy some screeching

- Joe's hair is geniunely fucked up, he has dyed it thousands of times and still does since hes a brunette originally, he also uses a lot of hairspray to get his bangs to not get messy, hes pretty fickle about how his hair looks

- Aran sometimes scribbles random drawings onto the other boxers lockers with board markers, hes decently skilled at art and will usually whoever he wants to mess with, Mac sometimes joins him and they share a notebook with dumb drawings about the others

- tiger HATES cold weather, so he usually layers up extra during cold seasons and gets made fun of for it, he has the wonderful nickname of "lettuce wrap" thanks to it

- Hippo loves his crown with all his heart, he polishes it, cleans it, stores it in a safe place and will fight anyone that tries to take it away from him

- Disco kid and piston Hondo sometimes play dance dance revolution together in arcades

- Kaiser has a soft spot for old dogs, he used to have a old dog named "Saint" He adopted from a shelter, something about old dogs absolutely wrecks his heart

- super macho man used to eat lots of carrots everyday to get a natural tan but gave up since he started to despise carrots thanks to it, you can only tolerate eating 30 carrots a day so far

- mr sandman prefers to sleep in cold places, by that i dont mean "yeah ill just leave the window open tonight" i mean "im turning down the thermostat to -30 degrees celsius leave me alone to hibernate goodbye"

- bear hugger once fooled a bunch of journalists into believing he was besties with bigfoot, the entire thing went viral and people believed it for some time to the point where it went international and people were mailing him about it

- soda popinski smells like medicine since thats his drinks side effect, he used to hate it but hes used to it now

#girl help it turns out i have vitamin d defficiency #punch out #headcanon #punch out headcanons #punch out wii #aran ryan #bald bull #don flamenco #piston hondo #glass joe #great tiger #soda popinski

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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Surge

Wipeout - Chapter 1

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Alright here is the first chapter! I’m very nervous and very excited, I really hope you guys enjoy. I’d really appreciate any feedback you have, anyways enjoy reading and thank you! Love you xx

Warnings: None

Summary: Tom invites you to a kickback

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“Tom and his friends are here,” Anya smirked as she stepped into the back, “I know you’re on your lunch, but they asked me to let you know.”

“Okay, I’ll take care of them,” you plucked your salad off the counter and pushed the large swinging doors open with your hip.

Tom, Harrison, and Adrien were all seated at their normal table. Tom’s eyes locked on your right away, his eyes wandering your form as you approached him. It wasn’t unusual for the patrons to check you out, you worked at a bikini bar after all, but it was different with Tom. When he looked at you like that it promised something more than a few shitty pick up lines or his number scribbled down on a napkin, something that set your whole body ablaze and filled your stomach with butterflies.

“You look radiant as always,” he grinned, “Is that a new top?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, this annoying boy at the surf shop next door picked it out for me.”

“Well he has great taste,” he scooted to the end of the bench to make room for you beside him.

You sat and began picking at your salad, “Did you just get off?”

“Yeah, Haz and I had the morning shift, Arien decided to join us for a little mid day surf,” he explained. He plucked one of the silverware wraps from the table and unfolded it before stealing a bite of your salad, “Mmm, that’s good,” he hummed happily, not bothering to finish his bite before he spoke, “What is that?”

“A salad, you know, lettuce, vegetables, dressing,” you hit his fork with your own as he tried to grab another bite, “Stay out of my food Holland.”

“Take my order then,” he bit back as he attempted to maneuver his fork around yours.

“Tom she’s on her lunch, let her eat,” Harrison scolded him.

“It’s alright Haz, I told Anya I’d take care of you guys, thank you for keeping him in line though,” you flashed him a smile, “So, what do you guys want?”

“I want one of these,” Tom grinned and stabbed his fork into your salad again, “Don’t worry, you can steal some of mine.”

“Just a cheese burger and fries please,” Harrison flashed you the sweetest smile, “And some of that special lemonade?”

You nodded, “Of course Haz.”

It was just lavender lemonade, but you let him and Tom think it was some special invention of yours.

“Oh yeah, I want some too. Extra sweet, you know how I like my sugar,” Tom winked.

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to Adrien, “What about you Adrien?”

“I’ll just take a burger and fries,” he flushed a bit as he spoke.

Adrien moved in with Tom and Harrison at the beginning of summer when they decided to rent out the third room in their house. Harrison had met him in a math class during his one and only semester of college and the three of them seemed to get along great. Adrien was a lot more shy than either of them though, and he rarely said more than ten words to you.

“Anything to drink?” you asked.

“Yeah, um, I’ll have some lemonade too if that’s alright.”

“No problem, I’ll go put it in,” you stood and glanced back at them as you walked away, “Haz keep Tom out of my food.”

He nodded, “You got it,” he swatted Tom’s hand as he tried to reach for another bite of your food, “You heard her Tom.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he scoffed, his eyes glued to your form as you walked to the bar, “What do you think she puts in those lemonades? They’re kind of purple so it must be blueberry or something right?”

“It doesn’t taste like blueberry,” Harrison frowned, “Blackberry maybe?”

“It’s definitely not blackberry, I hate blackberry,” Tom peered at the drinks she was carrying towards them, “They’re kind of grey too.”

“So what goes in these anyway?” Harrison hummed while you placed their cups in front of them.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you smirked as you returned to your seat, “Anya’s putting your orders in, they should be out pretty quick.”

“Thanks,” Tom grinned, “When are you off tonight?”

“Is it blueberry?” Harrison continued before you had the chance to reply, “Or blackberry?”

“No, I’m not gonna tell you what it is Haz,” you hummed and turned to Tom, “I’m not off until 8.”

“Well after you get off you should swing by Kyle’s place, he’s having a little kickback,” he brushed his hand against your thigh with a smirk, “I’ll be there obviously.”

“I promised Grace I’d help her put together her new dresser, but I’ll try to get it done quickly so I can swing by.”

“Lovely, I’ll keep my schedule open for you then,” he winked and squeezed your leg before returning his hands to his lap.

Your eyes darted down to his hands, wishing he’d continued touching you, “How very generous of you.”

“Hey, you know me, I live to please,” he winked again.

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You let out a frustrated sigh as you squinted at the instructions in front of you, “Grace I think you put the bottom of this drawer on backwards.”

“Seriously?” she groaned, “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Why is it my job to stop you?” you rolled your eyes, “You should have been looking at the picture, it clearly shows the sticker on the inside of the drawer.”

“It clearly shows the inside of the sticker on the inside of the drawer,” she mocked as she began to disassemble the drawer, “Sorry I’m not an interior designer.”

“This has nothing to do with interior design,” you laughed, “It’s just looking at pictures.”

“Well I’ve been looking at too many pictures lately, I need a break,” she declared before rolling onto her back.

“Come on, we’re almost done, just power through it,” you kicked her leg to try and get her to concentrate again but she was already scrolling through her phone, “I wanna go meet up with Tom and Haz, let’s just get this done.”

“If you want to get dicked down that bad why don’t you just tell Tom to come over here?”

You flushed, “It’s not about that Grace, it’s just fun hanging out all together.”

“Yeah cause you two totally aren’t planning on fucking tonight,” she laughed, “Well it looks like Jade is there so I doubt you’d end up having fun tonight.”

“Seriously?” you groaned and crawled over to her so you could peer at her phone.

When you first moved to Astoria Jade was incredibly nice, the two of you got along great, you even would have considered her a friend, at least up until you met Tom. As soon as Grace introduced you to Tom Jade warned you to stay away from him, claiming he was just bad news. Of course you didn’t head her warning though, and you and Tom became close friends over the school year. Just before summer began you started sleeping together, it had started as a way for you to relieve some stress during finals week, but you two never stopped.

As soon as Jade found out about your situation she flipped on you, and began harassing you at every opportunity. Tom had informed you of their history together, apparently she had been into him through most of high school, and they ended up hooking up once after they graduated high school. It was a one time thing, but she had never moved on. According to Tom she was rude to pretty much any girl that was near him, but she seemed to have it out for you especially since you and Tom were so close. It was easy for you to laugh off the petty things she did, especially since Tom was always quick to stick up for you, but it was still annoying, and you dreaded going anywhere you knew she would be.

“Great,” you rolled your eyes, “Hopefully she’ll just mind her own business.”

“You know she won’t.”

“She never does,” you agreed, “Maybe she’ll be gone by the time I get there.”

“She won’t, I’m sure she’ll stay until Tom…” Grace trailed off, both of you going wide eyes as Adrien’s story started to play.

“Here’s my boy!” he laughed and wrapped his arm around the neck of some man you didn’t recognize.

That wasn’t what concerned you though. In the background of the video you could see Tom, seated on a small couch, kissing Jade. He hooked up with other girls, you knew that, that was fine, kissing Jade was not. Anger started to bubble up inside you, your chest tightened and your fists clenched at your side. Of all the people in the world he decided to make out with her, and on a night where he had invited you out too. It felt like betrayal, Tom was one of your best friends, and he’d seen firsthand exactly how cruel she was to you. Hell last time you’d run into her he’d been the one to help you clean up after she threw her drink at you.

“I can’t believe him, he is such an dick,” Grace clicked off the story as quickly as she could and turned her attention to you, “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay,” you pursed your lips, “It’s nothing to get upset about, we aren’t exclusive.”

“I know, but it’s Jade. He’s your friend, he shouldn’t be talking to her let alone kissing her,” she put her hand on your back, “I’m so sorry babe.”

“It’s fine, really. It’s not a big deal, just annoying,” you insisted, “Let’s just finish making the dresser.”

“How about we make some drinks instead?” she smiled sympathetically, “It’ll be more fun to work if we’re a little buzzed.”

“You go ahead, I’m gonna keep working.”

“Fine, but I’m gonna make you one too,” she promised, stretching her arms above her head as she pushed herself back to her feet.

You got back to work fixing the drawer while she sauntered out of the room. You couldn’t get the image of Tom and Jade out of your mind. Thinking about it was only making you more and more angry. By the time Grace returned you were still trying to fix the same drawer, your anger making it nearly impossible for you to finish the small task.

“You sure you’re okay?” she hummed.

“It’s just weird, you know?” you scowled and took one of the drinks from her hands. You took a big gulp before you continued, “I’ve seen him get a little flirty with other people before, but never kiss them. I mean I know he sleeps around, but it’s kind of easy to forget when you never see it.”

“I’m sorry,” she gave you a sympathetic look as she sat down across from you, “Can I give you some tough love?”

You nodded, “Yeah, go ahead.”

“If it’s starting to bug you that Tom’s seeing other people, and I mean not just because it’s Jade, it might be time to call it quits.”

“I can’t call it quits Grace,” your face flushed instantly, “He’s my friend.”

“I’m not saying stop being friends with him, the opposite actually. If you’re starting to catch feelings then they’re only going to keep growing if you two keep hooking up. It would be better to call it now so you can still be friends. I mean don’t get me wrong, Tom is a good friend, but he’s never going to commit,” she squeezed your leg, “At least not anytime soon. I’ve known Tom practically my whole life and in that entire time he’s never had so much as a crush, it’s always just sex for him. And that’s totally fine of course, but he’s never gonna give you more than that.”

“I’m not catching feelings,” you defend while your cheeks continued to burn, “I know he won’t commit, I’m fine with that, I’m just annoyed because it’s Jade.”

“I’m not trying to be a jerk here, it’s just kind of inevitable that someone catches feelings eventually,” she shrugged, “And I mean I love Tom, I really do, but even if he were to commit he’s not really boyfriend material. It’s not like he’s really got a plan for the future or anything.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not catching feelings for Tom, I’m just annoyed, and I wanna finish this stupid dresser.”

She pursed her lips but nodded, “Alright, pass me the instructions.”

The dresser came together quickly after you got the drawers assembled and though it was still fairly early in the night, you decided to turn in. You no longer had any interest in going out, and hanging out with Grace didn’t seem appealing either. So you changed into your pajamas, turned on your favorite show, and curled up under the covers so you could turn your brain off until you fell asleep. At least that was your plan until Tom called you. You debated whether or not you should answer, eventually deciding you should just in case he was drunk and needed a ride or something.

“Hello?” you rubbed your eyes and mumbled into the phone.

“Hey!” he sounded happy, you could hear the commotion of the party in the background, “Are you still planning on coming by?”

You fought the urge to make some snarky comment because you were sure he was just checking so he’d know if he could sleep with Jade or not.

“No, I’m gonna stay in tonight,” your pursed your lips, “I’m pretty tired.”

“Oh, okay,” he was quiet for just a second, “Well I could come over instead, we could just watch some movies or something.”

“I’m not really in the mood to hang out Tom, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“No problem, maybe we could hang out tomorrow,” he suggested, “Go surfing or something?”

You went quiet while you debated it with yourself. On one hand you were upset with him, but on the other hand it was Tom. He was one of your closest friends and you loved spending time with him. You knew it would be better for you to talk things over with him rather than dwelling on it and making yourself even more upset.

“(y/n)?” Tom grabbed your attention again, “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking,” you sighed, “Tomorrow works for me.”

“Are you alright?”

You flushed, “Of course I’m alright. I’m just tired Tom.”

“Just making sure, you seem a little quiet,” he hummed, “Well I’ll come pick you up around 10 if that works?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You too,” he paused again, “Have a good night, get lots of rest.”

“Yeah, you too,” you hung up and tossed your phone to the other side of the bed before you pulled the covers up over your head. You tried to get right to sleep but you couldn’t get the image of Tom and Jade out of your head for the rest of the night.

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kismetmoon · 7 months

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low effort ruthie doodles. good for the soul

[Plain text ID: Four digital drawings of an original Flatland character named Ruth. The first drawing is a monochrome headshot sketch of Ruth. She has grey skin, a large eye for a head, a small and stubby point on top of her eye and four short bottom eyelashes. She is looking to the bottom left with a surprised expression. The second drawing is another monochrome sketch of Ruth. She is a humanoid creature with a dent in her lower torso and has grey skin with patches of lighter grey, a short tail, a large eye for a head with a short point in top and four bottom eyelashes. She is sitting down whilst bent over, with her hands on her knees, looking at an oval-shaped grey bug on the ground. There is writing beside the bug that says "buggie". The third photo is a rough doodle of Ruth, but with green skin instead of grey and a light teal pupil instead of a black pupil. She is wearing a cream oversized tee and a brown straight maxi skirt with a lettuce-cut bottom hem. She is posed mid-walk and has her cane in her right hand. She is looking down to the bottom left. The background is white and there are three colour swatches above her, going from left to right: blue, green and brown. The fourth drawing is two black outline sketches of Ruth. In the left sketch, she has an upset and worried expression. She is looking to the left with her hands held out in front of her. Her back is slightly bent and she is posed as though mid- walk. There are some scribbles besides her to indicate stress. On the right, she is sitting down and holding her cane in her right hand. Her left hand is resting on her lap and her tail is tucked under her body. She is looking to the left with a disappointed expression. There is a small cloud-like doodle beside her, signifying a sigh.

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#want to make her colour green but she just looks. ill and/or covered in moss #vomitcore 😍😍#i’m so sorry i don’t know what came over me #ruth gets actual hand privileges for once and i give them to her only when she’s upset. perfect #flatland #oc #ruth galton #i dont post ruth by herself a lot i need to change that #pls excuse me for giving her the naked disease i didn’t feel like drawing clothes #ty to rjalker for formatting the ID !!

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lettuce-tv · 1 year

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so 3 iap comm slots !! ill draw ur guy if you giv e me pizxels !!! dm to talk abt it !!!!!! art examples under cut

edit: looks like season pass slot is getting claimed! other two are still open!!

#talking lettuce #lettuce scribbles #sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky iap commission #also check out my art blog in my pinned for more art examples #man ive never done commisions before but i just. i WANT. the PIXELS.

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a-very-lettuce-art-blog · 1 month

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I have not been posting a lot to this account because I have been busy and not drawing much. however, look at my otopus

#lettuce scribbles #art #artists on tumblr #splatoon

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lastchancestardomm · 8 months

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An unorganized collection of THE FUN TWINZ!! headcanons!1!!1!

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These sillies don't reproduce ;; they just kinda POP into existence as themselves, but smaller

Every new years, it is customary on their planet TO BL0W TH3 FUCK UP OUT OF AN0THER PLANETO1D!!

Their eye is a mouth. Okay, well the pupil is actually a gaping mouth but their tiny needle-thin teeth are too far back in their maw to see, so it looks like a pupil. They actually see around their mouth with the colored iris part of their "eye"

The Fun Twinz aren't actually twins :p

These goobers crash landed on Earth and massacred the first town they saw. Then in their silly mood they broke into Salty's, and never left because they loved the play area. When they wouldn't leave, they were just called mascots to avoid lawsuits :D

I dunno they probably listen to Xploshi's Violent Vincent album or 'sum

These scrimblos will DIE if you give them lettuce!!1!1

Because they're kinda just a ball on 'sum legs, they need some REALLY corrosive spit just boiling in their mouths 😋 whatever they will eat ;; will completely VAP0R1ZE!

Through the inner mucusy skin-flesh on the inside of their mouths, they absorb the nutrients from the dissolved and vaporized food 😈

On OUR spaceship Earth, sugar is in pretty much 4NYTH1NG you can think of! But on TH3 FUN TWINZ' planet, sugar doesn't exist! They are strictly meat-eaters, though when our favorite goobers crash landed on Earth and found Salty's, that was their first time ever consuming the sweet molecule ;; and from then on they were hooked!!1!1 Anything with enough sugar to singlehandedly cause DIE-abates will be their favorite thing EV3R!!

These skrunklies' planet has V3RY H1GH GR4V1TY!! Their "eyez" are very lightweight so they can stand up freely without completely getting crushed1!1!

Their language is called Scribble!1! It iz like 200 different random noises put together to make sentences

Back at the Fun Twinz planet, to gain respect or to be P0P-ular you gotta be L1KE4BL3!! The sillies who have the most buddies are the MOST powerful!1! But it is very easy to demote someone powerful by saying rude things about them. U don't even have to blackmail thems, just tell some otherz they were mean to you and then whoever was in charge is G0NE

THEIR FAVOURITE CANDY IS J0LLY R4NCH3RS

Almost EV3RYTH1NG on their planet is like a DRUG! Do not eat the wildlife ;; do not breathe the air ;; don't even touch the plants. Unless you R3ALLY like shrooms and hallucinating, D0N'T V1SIT THIS PL4N3T!1!1

On the Fun Twinz planet, the days are longer than the years :/

#smiling friends #smiling friends x reader #the fun twinz #smiling friends fanart #please senpai notice how i characterized both the twins and the fun twinz in the headcanon collection posts #who killed simon s salty?#alien oc #techno twins #headcanons #the fun twins

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cizzle-freezy · 1 year

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I wanted to do a redraw of an OC that doesn't exist in any universe, not truly.

They're kinda based off of that one A Link to the Past x Super Metroid randomizer? The first time Juan and I played it, it was just the randomizer itself, but when we decided to revisit it, it turns out there was multiplayer AND options to change sprites

This is definitely going to need a lot more tweaking in the long run, especially where I referenced a little bit too hard on some inspirations, but for now, it's a good start! (And a good test for some brushes I neglect to use hehe)

#cizzle scribbles #oc: lettuce #not tagging with anything else because I don't want this spreading too far but am proud of my techniques regardless <3

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agooberscanons · 6 months

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Sitting at home alone, Sayori hums to herself softly as she starts cleaning up her desk. Usually used for doing work at home, today it has deserved a much needed break while the woman didn't have to go to her job today. It's Saturday, after all!

The young woman coos and sways in place as she makes the desk a little more tidy. Sayori's room is more of an organized mess, in that she knows where everything is and should or shouldn't be. She likes it that way, much to the detriment of others who come to visit.

A blank canvas, for once, as she stares at the desktop. It's good for a productive tomorrow, but it looks a little sad and lonely right now. Oh! She can do something she hasn't done in a long time: A little doodle session! It'll be a great idea! She goes to grab some thick cardstock paper and her markers, getting right to work.

Some sunshine, some cows and blue hearts all over are Sayori's telltale signs of her mood. Of course, she's so used to drawing these that her mind starts to wander. Nothing wrong with a little daydreaming, right? She closes her eyes slightly as she keeps on scribbling, clearly focused in her head and no longer on the paper.

She hears a voice. It starts soft, but it is getting louder and stronger. Is that a piano? Suddenly, Sayori is thrust into a spiral of emotions that aren't her own, but are about her. That voice. She knows that voice. It's Monika. She sounds like she's playing her heart out about.... about her.

Sayori jolts back to reality in a loud choking gasp as it seems like she had stopped doing everything while she was under. How...how long had she been sitting there like that, just staring at herself in the mirror? She shakes her head as she tries to brush off the wave of nausea while something catches her attention nearby. Her canvas.

All the hearts and cows and all are still there, but now a very detailed sketch of Monika's anguished face stares back at her. Mid-lyric even, it seems. Tears welling up in her eyes, just like Sayori's are now. She chokes out a sob as she tries to understand what the hell that just was. She knows it had to be real and happen to her because this sketch wasn't here before, but it is literally her handiwork. She knows her own style.

The young woman shakily brushes her fingers along the sketch, unsure of what to do or say. She kind of just slumps into her desk chair and holds her face in her hands, crying quietly to herself. What could she even say?

"........ I don't belong herrrrre............I don't belooooooong herrrrreee..........I don't...... belooooooong........"

She sniffles as she tries to wipe her face and nose, clearly a bit shaken by this experience. She stares at her sketch again, seeing how hurt Monika still looks even through a drawing. She needs a moment to collect herself. The young woman goes to get up and head to the kitchen. She figures that some food might help calm her down enough to figure out what happened and...and maybe call Monika about it later. It hurts a little too fresh right now to focus, otherwise.

However, another song starts pouring out of her own heart that starts to override the sad feelings from Monika's feedback. This one is a little more accurate for them both, she feels, and she'll see how Monika feels about singing it together with her later. Who knows? It helps some of her students to sing, why not her best friend and girlfriend?

"........I see the crystal raindrops fall and the beauty of it all is when the sun comes shining through....to make those rainbows in my mind, when I think of you sometime, and I wanna spend some time with you...~"

"Just the two of us...we can make it if we try! Just the two of us...just the two of us...~", hums the peachette softly while making a surprisingly normal sandwich for once. A little fictitious chicken, some fresh green romaine lettuce, a splurt of mustard and some multi grain bread.

It seems that Monika's life choices are being taken seriously by Sayori enough to at least try being better about how she eats. That means a lot for Sayori to willingly give up a lot of her favorites to try and understand someone else's point of view. She puts a few together, puts everything on else away and munches along quietly as she thinks things over still. This is going to be quite the weekend, it seems.

".......Just the two of us, building big castles in the sky....just the two of us........you and I.......~"

#standing idly by #sayori #long post #dramallamas #monika #brownhairdbookworm

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