#like. how actually attractive and nice would it be to see her cooking a good meal

[luveline]

if you're still taking them I would love to make a request for Eddie and Roan! do you know how sometimes little kids will call their parents workplace just to talk about the most random things or just ask some totally super important question? I feel like roan would do that with the reader and Eddie

thank you for your request!! eddie and roan —roan learns how to use the phone, 1.3k

Eddie used to feel nervous when the phone rang for him at work. "Call for baby Munson!" shouted across the shop while Eddie was usually flat on his back under a truck or elbow deep in a scooter engine, he'd get this pit in his stomach thinking something was wrong. 

It was usually daycare. Roan's sick, Roan's wet herself and her spare clothes aren't here, is Roan allergic to veggie sticks? Because she's saying she is. 

But nowadays, a phone rings for him and it's almost always you with something nice to say. You miss him. You've been thinking about him. All manner of gooey soft confession that has him clutching the phone like a loser, desperate for your voice. 

He springs away from his lunch when he's called. Darwin gives Eddie a funny look as he passes the phone. 

Eddie shrugs it off. "Hello?" he asks. "Y/N?"

"It's me!" 

Eddie feels his eyebrows leap up. "Hi, me." Roan hadn't ever used the phone unassisted, to his memory. "Where's mom?" 

"She's trying to fix your hair dryer." 

Eddie hears it, then, the roaring blow in the background. "Why does it sound like that?" 

"She dropped it. I think she's sad." 

"Ro, I fixed it!" you shout, followed by an even louder howling of air, and a heavy silence. "Okay, I didn't." 

"Is that why you called me?" Eddie asks, bemused.

"No, I called you because I want to know how they make corndogs. How do they get the hot dog inside of the corn, dad?" 

Eddie puts his hand on the wall to steady himself as he laughs. "You wanna know how they make corndogs? Are you gonna make some?" 

"I could if I knew how!" she stresses. "I'd ask mom, but she's pre-oc-u-pied."

"That's a big word, babe, where'd you learn that one?" Eddie asks, impressed. 

"Dad, corndogs!" 

"Right, right. Okay, well. They put the hot dog on the stick first, and then the corn part is actually batter. They roll the hotdog around in the batter and cook them together in the fryer. So it isn't the hotdog going into the corn, it's actually corn going on the hotdog." 

"Batter like for cakes?"

"No," he laughs fondly. "And it's not sweet corn, babe, it's something called cornmeal. Maybe we can make some this week, wouldn't that be fun? Then you can see how they make them for real. I think that would be super fun."

His bubbly tone attracts the attention and subsequent laughter of his colleague. He throws them all the bird, totally content and more than happy with his life and his curious girl. 

"Yes," Roan cheers, dragging the 's' syllable until she's out of breath, "oh my god that would be so fun!" 

"Okay, then that's what we'll do. Are you being good for mom?" 

"I'm being awesome." There's a weird crunching noise. "Did you hear that? I think she put the screwdriver in the hairdryer again." 

"Again?" Eddie asks worriedly. 

Roan must put the phone down. Eddie genuinely can't hear a thing, until you pick up the receiver and say, "Hallo?" 

"You blowing up the house?" 

You make a pleased noise that has his heart doubling in size. "Hi, Eddie. I'm having a technological mishap, but rest assured, we are in no danger of explosion. Anymore. What did you call for? It's lunch, isn't it?" 

"Actually, Roan called me. She wanted to know how to make corndogs." 

"You do know everything," you say. "Go and eat your lunch, baby. We'll still be here when you get home, yeah? I love you. Roan, come and tell daddy you love him before we hang up." 

A small silence. "Dad?" Roan asks. 

"Yep, still here." 

"I love you, okie dokie? Please come home in an hour."

Eddie laughs warmly. It's more like four hours, but whatever she wants to think is what he'll tell her. "I love you. Tell Y/N I love her, too, will you? Thank you." 

"Yes!" Her voice comes quieter, "I love you," Roan says to you. 

"I love you, too. Let's make dinner." 

You must think he's said goodbye, because the phone gets a knock and the dial tone sounds. 

—

You're sitting at your desk shovelling pretzels into your mouth while you click around your emails when the phone rings. You slide it between your ear and shoulder, pausing your frankly messy chewing. "Hello and good afternoon, Y/N L/N speaking, how can I help?" 

"Y/N?" Roan says worriedly.

"Roan? What's the matter?" 

"Oh, it is you! It didn't sounded like you at first, that's weird." 

"Sorry, gorgeous, I was using my voice for fancy grown ups."

She giggles like this is the funniest thing you've ever said to her, "You're being funny," she praises. 

You're secretly incredibly pleased. Making your six year old laugh never gets old. "So nothing is wrong, then? You know, those numbers on the fridge are for emergencies." 

"This is an emergency." 

"Yeah, I bet. What's going on? Where's dad?" 

"He's making toffee cake for you. I was helping him do the buttercream but my arms got tired from whisking." 

"Is that why you're calling me?" 

"Yeah." 

You dig for a saltier pretzel and chew thoughtfully. "What's the tiredest part? Your shoulders?" 

"And my fingers." 

"Asked daddy to kiss 'em better?" 

"I would but he's trying to be perfect about the cake. It looks yummy." 

"Did you get to lick the bowl?" 

"Yeah, and dad let me eat a spoon of the melted chocolate. It was pretty great." 

You grin into the receiver. "I bet it was amazing. Maybe you can try and rest your poor arms. Make daddy pour you a big glass of cranberry juice with the heart shaped ice cubes and watch TV until I come home, okay? That's an order."

"Okay," she laughs. "When are you coming home?" 

"I can leave in about twenty minutes, and the drive home takes another twenty, so…" You check the time on your computer. "I think by five." 

"Ugh, that's forever away." 

"I know. Do what I said, okay? Sit down on the couch. I can have a little look at your arms when I come home, maybe we can have a pamper night tonight. We can use some of my fancy lotion and rub it in like a massage," you say. 

"That sounds nice," she hums. 

"Alright, sweetheart. Listen, can I talk to dad before I go back to work?" 

"Yep, yep." You know what's coming as soon as she inhales. "Daddy!" she bellows at the top of her lungs, "Y/N's on the phone!" 

It's flattering how swiftly he gets there. "Hey?" he asks. 

"Hi, do we need anything for me to grab on the way home? I know you ran out of deodorant, was there anything else?" 

"Nothing I can think of. You okay?" 

"I'm awesome. I told Ro you'd make her a big cup of juice for her sore arms." 

"She told you about those, huh?" He kisses her audibly. "She's the best mixer ever. I was thinking we'd change her name to kitchen aid." 

You choke on a pretzel. Coughing, you laugh through a chastisement. "You leave her name alone. Roan is a nice name all by itself." 

"If you insist," he says grandly. "See you in an hour? I've got a surprise for you." 

"I can't wait," you say. You'll pretend to be totally surprised at his cake, no problem. Anything to make him smile. "Love you both. See you soon." 

"Love you. Say love you," Eddie prompts. 

"I love you!" Roan yells. "I'll make dad put your blanket in the dryer!" 

You put down the phone with a small smile, wondering if you can weasel your way past your eagle-eyed coworkers for an early finish. 

#eddie and roan #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[jupitermoontarot24]

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Pile 1⚡

The gossip on you pile one is that you're in a exclusive group of people. This feels like a group of girls/boys who get together and shut the city down. Shut it Down by Drake. The gossip is you have to know somebody or you have to be really good friends with somebody to actually hang out with y'all. The gossip is you guys get courted by different men/women is what people think, each of y'all are talking to somebody Influential or has money. The gossip is that you guys only hang out with people or give your time a day to suitors that have money. The gossip could also be that you guys steal people's man/women or you could if you wanted. The gossip is that you guys all look really good and have nice bodies. people could feel like every one of you in the group is really attractive and different ways it gives me Bratz Rock angels or just Bratz in general honestly. The gossip could be you can steal somebody's partner and not care or that you can make somebody cheat on their partner for you. The gossip is you guys look like a girl group Or you could form one and people would pay to see you guys. The gossip is you guys coordinate your outfits either on purpose or by accident but either way you guys are very synced. I think it's very hard to get actual evidence or proof of what you guys do so this is very much assumptions from everyone. The gossip could be you guys move fast or you move very fast on from people so you can be dating someone one week and dating another person in the next. The gossip is you look like Aaliyah or people think you look like Aaliyah or have her Aesthetic. The gossip is you could cheat on ppl or break their heart. I just heard it doesn't matter how nice you are to pile one they will still leave you LMAO. The gossip is a lot of people would settle down with you if you would settle down with them they would make it official with you but it might be difficult. a lot of people feel like you're there soulmate and they would go into simp energy for you. A lot of people wonder if you're good in bed or wonder if you are a good cook. The gossip is ppl see you as marriage material in general but they wonder about the little things. The gossip is that you taste really good! if you been intimate with people And they give you head everyone says that you taste really good. The gossip could also be that you're musically talented or can play instrument. The gossip is you can go round for round like you can go a long time so you can have sex and neither one of you will tap out like you can last longggg.

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Pile 2🤑

The gossip on you pile 2 is that you take really good care of yourself. The gossip on you is that you put your comfortability and well-being first. if you don't feel like you want to do something or you need to do something you won't do it. you'll stay in the house and pamper yourself instead. The gossip on you is that you are a nurturing lover you can make people feel relaxed. The gossip on you is that you have nice legs, nice lips as well.You could also have nice hair people like it when you wear your hair curly if you have that. The gossip on you is that you could also have a really good friend group you could resonate with pile one. The gossip on you is that you could like to drink or you get a little Rowdy when you drink you can turn into a different person when you drink, i.e the picture of HIM for this pile lmao.. the gossip on you is that your phone could be on you a lot but you don't answer texts or calls anyway. The gossip on you is that when you're going through something you like to retreat to yourself. Your exes could gossip about you they can say how they didn't want to break up with you or how they wish you could see them now. The gossip about you is that food could be the way to your heart I just heard if you want pile 2 to be nice to you bring them food “.The gossip on you is that you have a really nice aura pile 2 like yeah people think you're very attractive but it's effortless like without you even having to show a lot of skin or do anything people just see you and are like you could be the one for them. the gossip is that you could work a lot or you could be a busybody so you really have to be talking about something to get at you is what people say. Like pile 2 would have to fit you in their schedule in order for you to hang out with them. something about alcohol again so you can get really freaky when you drink or you can just make really good cocktails but if not you could just be rowdy again but some people like when you get drunk. Overall the gossip on you is that people can see you as marriage material people who want to have a child with you. see how your boobs look. if you have them they want to see how your naked body looks or how your body looks wet. The gossip on you is that you're not easily pleased.

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Pile 3😯

Pile 3 the gossip on you is that it could be trouble in Paradise in your relationship if you're in one. Now don't leave this pile if that first line doesn't sound like you because this is just the gossip this could be completely false pile 1. The gossip on you could be that your partner cheated on you or it's just problems overall. The gossip could be that you cheated on your partner instead. either way the gossip could be that you're going through some things with your partner now this could be true or absolutely false you could even be single and ppl are reading too much into what you post lmao. The gossip on you is that you kept this relationship really secret. The gossip on you is that this person that you were dating maybe has a lot of money and they were good at keeping you a secret or this relationship a secret as well. The gossip on you is that you could be distraught or hurt over this and people trying to figure out if you're going to stay with this person or not. Yes something that you could have posted could have been really confusing so people are like did you cheat on them they cheat on you ?they don't know. So the gossip on you is that somebody fell into temptation in your relationship. it seems like there's something that you need to talk over or sort out like there's a miscommunication in your relationship. The gossip is that you're worried about this. Basically the gossip is  there was a sudden event that happened that changed the dynamic of whatever situationship or you had with a certain person and now it has caused a rift. there's a lot of things to sort out. like I said Pile 1 this could all be made up, you do not have to be in a relationship for this to be your pile. you could be one of them people that post those relationship quotes or whatever and because of that people think oh this is what must have happened, But you could also be called to a different pile. the gossip is that you cut off your partner or your partner cut off you. The gossip is you're in rocky Waters in your relationship and now somebody has to pay the consequences for it. The gossip on you to be that you were in love with this person or this person was in love with you. people really want to know if you're going to stay with this person though. Going to be watching your page heavily now so if you don't want people to lurk harder make it private but people going to be working even more than before to see hints if you were going to stay this person or not. Because the gossip is this person has money so they want to know if you're going to give up your lifestyle or what's going to happen next to you. Like is your lifestyle going to change ? Wow ppl are watching you like a show pile 3 !!!

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Pile 4.💕

The gossip on you is that you have a lot of people lusting over you, daydreaming over you. There's something about you pile 4 that is so euphoric, you can be a water sign. There's this mermaid energy to you. Can't Get Enough -J Cole. The gossip on you pile four it that you could be the one everyone has been looking for, you have different elements to you that make you very desirable. The gossip is that you're a low risk investment. It's not that you're not worth a lot it's just that people know that if they were to invest in you the risk would be so low because you don't seem like you're too much or alot of drama. I think the gossip on you is that you're innocent or you could come off innocent. if you are dealing with somebody the gossip on you is that you're out of this person's League and that you should leave them/do better. King of cups came out you could be dealing with a water sign but people feel like this isn't the person you should settle down with and their benefiting from your looks and they're not the best looking. That's mean though lmao dang. The gossip is that you have really good p**** or pen and you have really good hygiene. Anyone who has sex with you will be in love. People would pick up a second job for you just so they can give you the world. Go pile 4! ;)

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part Two

Part One

Eddie sits in his van, and he cries about it. He cries so much the already tangled mess of yarn in his hands becomes nothing but a colourful blur. He knows a lot of this is hormones; his neglected Omega falling further and further into depression.

If he neglects his Omega much more, another heat spent alone might actually kill him. Eddie vaguely recognises he's far enough gone that simply not waking up one day sounds kind of nice.

He bought the most expensive yarn he could afford. He knew it wasn't good enough for a pups blanket, but he just couldn't afford the nicer stuff. Yarn is fucking expensive.

So yeah, he got the cheaper stuff, attracted to the colours as much as anything, even knowing he'd have to double it over to make it thick enough to knit. And that was how the trouble started because doubling it over meant unspooling the whole thing.

And now it's just another thing Eddie has fucked up.

He's not a good Omega, he knows that, he's been told it his entire life; too brash, too loud, too imaginative, not good at cooking and cleaning and organising and all the stuff Omega are supposed to naturally be good at.

Which if he didn't care, then it wouldn't matter, but Eddie wants a pup. Wants one like it's a burning urge inside him. Wants to carry one, wants to make another person who's a part of him. His Omega whines and whines and whines and Eddie wants it. Wants it enough that he tries to be a good Omega; he just always fucks it up.

And that makes it so much worse.

Some of the Omega in senior year are already mated, already walking around with bites proudly displayed on their necks. Fancy Omega with good breeding and nice families who have chosen Alphas for them. Which, sure, Eddie's not sure he'd like to have an Alpha picked for him, but to have a pup of his own? Eddie would put up with a lot.

One girl is already pregnant, everyone congratulating her and celebrating with her; as soon as she started to show Eddie found he couldn't even look at her any more, the envy was eating him alive.

But it'll never be for him.

They're supposed to make pup blankets in Omega class and Eddie can't even afford the fluffy yarn. He's already failed.

And then Eddie nearly shits himself when someone bangs on the driver side window. He's been ugly crying, and he tries to wipe his eyes and snotty nose to see who it is, winding the window down. Steve Harrington; fucking wonderful.

"Hey, man, look, are you, okay?"

"Fine," Eddie answers, clearly not at all fine, one hand smeared in snot and the other wound so tight in the fucked up yarn his fingers are turning white.

Steve sees it, "do you, want a hand with that?"

"I don't think there's any saving it." Eddie says, defeated, but it was unexpectedly decent of Harrington to offer so he tacks on, "thanks."

"I was just here, late, you know, shooting some practice hoops, maybe if we go in the gym we could spread it out, maybe?"

Eddie just stares at him for a minute, because this is the nicest anyone's been to Eddie for ages and it's coming from and Alpha which just makes it that much worse so Eddie just...nods. Finds himself following Harrington into the gym.

They work in silence for a while, and at Steve's suggestion, they do end up cutting the yarn once to make it easier.

"Thankyou."

"No worries man, I knew we could do it, what's it for?"

"Omega studies," Eddie mumbles at the gym floor, "pup blanket"

"Ah, right, that's cool, Why'd you pick it? I like the colours."

And in what universe is Steve Harrington making idle conversation with Eddie Munson, "was all I could afford," Eddie admits, shame faced.

"They make you buy it?" Steve's frowning, "even though it's for a grade?"

Eddie just nods, and then shrugs.

"Oh, well what did your Alpha think?"

Eddie snorts, can't help it, the ridiculousness of it, "I don't have an Alpha," Eddie declares, much more loudly than he'd really ment to.

"Oh. I just figured...I mean you're so pretty. You must get plenty of offers."

Eddie just...stares at Steve. He must have fallen and hit his head, surely. It's the only explanation for what's happening here, Eddie laughs again, "sure, if I want to get on my knees in the bathroom." Which is true, Eddie gets plenty of offers, just not any he'd like to participate in. He's going to loose his virginity to an Alpha who cares for him, in a nest that Alpha built, even if it kills him.

Which it just might, if he goes through another heat alone. He sees the way Wayne looks at him, the worry in his eyes. He knows he's not well, but he's just going to ignore it. There's nothing else to be done.

"Oh," Steve says, he looks uncomfortable but then he ploughs on anyway, "you do smell...well, I...I can tell you're maybe not doing so hot."

Great. Time for Eddie to fucking bail on this. He's hit his limit on Steve Harrington pity for the day.

It's the next day when Eddie finds a paper bag hanging from the windshield of his van. There's five skeins of yarn inside; dark blue, a little sparkly, and the softest thing Eddie's ever felt. He looks around to see who could have done this; across the car park Steve Harrington gives him a shy, two finger wave.

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie because he's so pretty #omega eddie munson #pre getting together #suicidal ideation #ao3 author #ao3 writer #fan fiction #my fic #ficlet #knitting

[nauticallyhypnotical]

Hello! Do you, by any chance, take request at the moment? If yes, can I request either seb, sam or shane (or all three by drabbles how they would do it) playing with f!farmers breats, where she's sensitive? 👉👈

Sebastian was far from a virgin, but thinking of your perky tits made him pop a boner like one. He caught a peek of your cleavage one day when he was helping his mom behind the counter of her shop. She was taking a call and needed him to ring up your supplies. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to be near you, having developed an intense attraction towards you ever since that rainy day you found him on the dock at the beach. It didn't help that you always brought him his favorite gifts. You were a fantastic cook, and you almost made a better pumpkin soup than his mom did.

Sebastian often wondered what your breasts would feel like after that day. He imagined the soft mounds in his hands, and thought of the sounds you'd make. He'd pinch your nipples, and you'd cry out his name and beg him to touch you more. He's often masturbated to the idea of his dick sliding in between your oiled up tits, and when he'd climax, he'd imagine his cum splattering all over your chest. You had to ask him once why he was blushing so hard when you were telling him about your new truffle oil makers. If only you knew the dirty thoughts that plagued his mind.

He wanted to confess his feelings towards you for so long, but had no idea how to go about it. He wasn't sure if you actually felt the same, and it didn't help him any seeing you be so goddamn nice to every bachelor in town. He hated the way the other men would make you giggle, wanting to have that laugh all to himself.

After seeing Elliott's arm around your shoulders one evening at the saloon, Sebastian decided he was going to go for a ride to clear his mind. He didn't want to lose you to the charming writer, but his anxiety wouldn't let him tell you that. He didn't know you had followed him until he opened the garage and was rolling his motorcycle out.

"Where are you going?" You asked him innocently. Sebastian's eyes lit up when he saw that you ditched Elliott, and suddenly had an idea pop into his head.

"I was gonna go for a ride, do you wanna join me?" He asked. He pulled an extra helmet out of the garage and offered it to you.

"I've never ridden a motorcycle before," you said nervously as you accepted the helmet. Sebastian smiled sweetly at you.

"It'll be fine, just hang on real tight to me, okay?" He said. You nodded, and got on behind him. You put on the helmet and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, resting the helmet on his back. He put his on and turned to look back at you.

"All good?" He asked. You nodded and he revved the bike up, rolling you both towards the main road that led out of the valley. Although you're still scared, you admit the fear was exhilarating. It took about an hour to get to your destination, a ledge overseeing a distant Zuzu City. Night had already fallen, and thanks to there being little light pollution, the sky was bright with thousands of stars. Sebastian sat on the grass in the middle of the ledge, and you sat beside him.

"What do you see when you look out there?" He asked, gazing out in the distance. You thought for a moment.

"I honestly never liked the city. It's too loud and there's too many people. I really love our quiet little town. It really feels like home to me," you played with a flower in the grass. He gazed down on you fondly before speaking.

"For so long, I thought I wanted to leave the valley and become somebody in the city. But lately, I don't feel that way. I think I found a reason for staying." You blushed as tour next words just flowed out from your mouth.

"You're already somebody, Sebastian. You're everything to me."

"You know, I don't usually bring girls here, if you get what I'm trying to say," he blushed, maintaining eye contact with you.

"This place is special to me. Bringing you here means you're special to me, too." Your heart could just burst at the seams hearing his words. You've dreamt about him confessing his love for you for so long; It's honestly why you spend so much time 'shopping' at Robin's, hoping to get a chance to be near him.

"Sebastian," you whispered, bringing your face close to his. He closed the gap between you, bringing his hands up to hold your head. You melted into him, kissing him with a fiery passion. You ran your tongue over his lower lip, begging to be let in. He happily obliged, whimpering into your mouth as he pulled you into his lap. His heart was pounding a mile a minute as he came to terms with the situation currently unfolding. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, he had to feel you. He slid his hands up your shirt, running his fingers along your back. Being slightly ticklish, your body involuntarily twitched into him as you mewled against his lips. It was hard to contain himself as you moved around so sweetly on top of his raging hard cock. He brought his hands around to your front to play with your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra, and he could have came right then. He gave them a slow squeeze, and let out a shuddery breath.

"God, you're just as soft as I thought you'd be," he whimpered. Your face was beet red and you bit your lip as you looked down at him.

"So, you've thought of me often then?" You ask softly. He bucked his hips up into you.

"Wouldn't be so hard otherwise," he teased. He decided you needed to ditch the shirt and all but ripped it off of you. You cried out as his lips latched onto one of your nipples, rolling the other in his fingers. You ran your fingers through his hair and couldn't stop the praise flowing from your mouth.

"Oh good boy, Sebastian, don't stop, please," You threw your head back as he lightly bit your nipple. He would worship your breasts all night if you'd let him. He pulled his lips off your abused areola to kiss all over your chest, leaving bite marks and hickeys on his mouth's journey to your neglected tit. He snuck his free hand down your pants, almost growling as he felt the wet spot on your panties. He pulled them to the side and felt your slit up and down. He began to rub your clit in slow circles and matched the rhythm with his tongue on your nipple. You rocked against him unable to withstand the stimulation for very long, crying out as your climax violently shook through your whole body. Sebastian's fingers slowed in pace and he sucked on your breast as you came down from your high, panting as you leaned your whole body into him. He simply held you until your breathing slowed to normal.

"I have condoms at the farm. We can continue this later if you'd like," you whispered into his neck with a kiss. He practically pulled you onto the motorcycle after that.

#sdv sebastian #sdv smut #stardew valley #this was supposed to be short but i got a little carried away #anon #mdni #18+ post

[legendofmorons]

Summer nights (legend)

Rating: G

Summary: You and Legend spend a night together at a festival and get to relax.

Warnings: none

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

This is the 1st place prize of my 100 follower raffle for @andichrist35 I apologize for how late this is.

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Legend isn't really too sure what you're going to think of tonight- but he's just hoping you like it.

He can feel the tight and fluttering feelings that are settled firmly inside his ribcage. He is familiar with it- and he still hates it.

He doesn't know if he should actually be this nervous. It's a night off from fights and traveling. You're probably going to be thrilled!

The festival is still just barely starting, the sun hanging heavy in the sky as it slowly sets. The strung up jars with fireflies for the night are becoming more useful.

People running the stalls or entertainment rush around in haphazardly attempts to finish a last minute detail.

He's dressed in his good tunic, and he's even left his hat at camp. Just this once, you know?

He just wants to give you a nice night out. You certainly deserve it!

He just wishes he'd been able to get Time in on it and not Wild. The cook may have a good heart but the penchant for attracting trouble is a real issue sometimes.

But it's fine. Legend is sure it's all fine.

After all, you are more than capable of handling yourself.

And Legend has only been waiting here for two whole minutes. He's definitely over thinking this.

You're going to love it, he just knows.

He misses his hat.

"You're overthinking." His Zelda -Fabel- says from behind him.

"When am I not?"

"When you sleep."

"Haha."

"(Y/N) is going to love it. You are even all dressed up. What is there to even worry about?"

Legend looks to her, finding some relief in the familiar face of the princess. Though the smug look he finds doesn't do any more good for his nerves.

"You're not seeing it the way I do."

You're still not here, which is okay. It's still early, but the crowd is thickening at an exponential rate as the dusk settles around the town.

"No. You're shorter than me, shall I bend down?" She asks, and the look on her face says more than her tone or words.

She's enjoying this. The jerk!

"Zelda." Legend frowns at the young woman.

"What? It was a suggestion!"

"You know it wasn't."

"Legend?" Your voice calls over the chatter of those milling around.

Legend's head snaps around so fast he should have whiplash but somehow he doesn't.

Fabel laughs at the action, shaking her head at him. Entirely too happy to see Legend be so genuinely happy.

But also knowing she's going to give him so much shit for this. Like a good friend would.

"Legend?" You call again, closer this time by the sound of it.

"(Y/n)!" Legend calls back, clambering up on top of the base of one of the street lamps.

The vantage point allows him to spot you quickly. The figure you cut in your outfit is enough to make him wonder about the health of his heart.

Is he still breathing?

Just seconds after he spots you- your eyes land on him. The way your face lights up is quick, smitten, and melts his heart on sight.

"Link!" You call happily, rushing through the crowd and towards him.

You weave through, apologizing without care as you accidentally bump into those who don’t have the sense to get out of your way.

Legend climbs back down and feels the dopey smile take over his face. He absolutely adores it when you call his real name.

It feels right. In a sappy, domestic way.

You fling your arms around his shoulders happily, almost knocking both of you to the ground.

Your hold is strong and warm and perfect. He's not sure he'll ever truly get used to it. He's not sure it matters if he does or not.

As long as you keep doing this.

"Hey, babe." He greets with a soft smile as he steadies you.

"You look very nice."

Legend flushes pink. He might as well be trying to imitate a strawberry at this point.

"Ha, uh- thanks, Babe."

You just laugh, pleased as you can be to find yourself here with him.

"You do look nice though. I meant it."

"Thank you… You look good too, y’know?"

"Thanks, Ledge."

"So, did you want to eat first?"

"That sounds great actually." You say, turning to look around the large town square in hopes of finding whatever it is that smells so good.

"You'll like Luigi's stall then, come on."

Legend leads you gently, his hand in yours as you two walk. The crowd is thick and loud but no one causes any real problems for you.

Street lamps cast the majority of the light, the oil lamps in the glass enclosures warm and bright.

There's a large stone fountain in the middle of the square. It has a large statue of the era's Zelda standing back to back with Legend. It appears to be a life sized sculpture, water falling from the harp the princess holds and from the stone sword Legend holds.

The fountain seems to be some sort of last stand piece, but it's beautiful. And you're always happy to see Legend getting the recognition he and all the boys deserve.

"Is something wrong?" You ask as you follow Legend around the fountain in the middle of the area.

"No. Just- I don't dress like this often. I'm usually traveling or something. "

"You miss your hat. Don't you?"

He shouldn't be surprised you catch on so fast. You've always been good at reading him and you've always been smart.

"It's stupid I just wear it so often it feels weird-"

"Link." You say as you fish his cap from the place you've stashed it. Whether in your pocket or your bag.

Legend turns his head to look at you.

"Oh-" he manages as his eyes land on the Cap. "How did you get that?"

"Bribed the Sailor to help me." You say with a grin, "I had a feeling you'd want it back."

Legend stops walking, turning to face you fully. He takes the cap gently, "Thank you. You -... you always seem to know what to do."

"You're sweet." You say in response, "Always flattering me."

Legend puts his hat on, and you can see the way he relaxes. The familiar weight of the fabric seems to put him completely at ease.

"I flatter you cause you deserve it, (Y/n)."

You flush this time. Your own face warms up enough you might be able to fry eggs on it if you tried.

"You're unusually sappy tonight. Is there something I don't know about?" You ask, half genuinely curious and half trying to downplay your own smitten behavior.

Well, at least Time and Twilight aren't here to comment about the way you and Legend make cow eyes at each other. That phrase seems to be a solely farm boy thing in this group at least. And you are happy to escape it.

And you are even happier to escape the comments of Wind. The boy means well but he makes things awkward sometimes when he tries to tease people about love.

"Mh, maybe." Legend says, "Why? Do you want a surprise or something?"

"Maybe I do. Who doesn't like a nice surprise from time to time?"

"Food first, then we'll see about a surprise."

"Sounds good."

He grins happily, leading you again, the source of the great smelling food gets closer with each step. Your hand is soft in his- or at least softer than his.

You are not a chosen Hero and haven't had the chance to really ruin your hands the way Legend has.

And for that he is forever thankful.

And every scar you do have he swears makes you more pretty. Because he's a sap. You know?

The biggest sap.

You guys stop in front of Luigi's stand, side by side l.

"Oh- Link! Hey!" The tall man says, smiling as if he's known Legend a long time.

"Hey, Luigi."

The menu is written in meat script on a large board atop the stall. The lettering is done in bright red ink.

You and Legend both take a moment to find what you want and order.

Legend orders your food and pays, with a quick "Thanks Luigi."

You two step aside to wait for your orders, hands still holding each other as the festival really comes to life.

"Thank you for dinner." You say, genuinely appreciative for him paying and for him taking you to a stall so you don't have to wander aimless.

"Anytime." He says back.

You look around again, the new angle of the area allows you to notice different things .

There's an area that seems to be reserved for dancing where a live band plays a peppy set of songs and people dance happily.

The sun is gone now and the oil lamps that hang from posts burn merrily. The stars above twinkle almost in time with the music too.

"Are festivals always like this?" You ask, looking at your lover with bright curiosity.

He laughs, as if he finds it endearing that you even have to ask that. Though he forgets that your home is very different from his or most of the other heros' homes.

He's sure your home is great though. It made you. And he really likes you a lot. Lobes you, if he's going to be honest.

"They're all like this, though sometimes the drunks get really angry and fight."

You make a face at that, causing Legend to laugh again. You never cared for bathroom fights back home, whether witnessing them in person or on screen. You especially didn't want to be involved in one.

Ew.

"What's so funny?"

"Just the way your face spoke for you right then."

"Hey now, I can barely control my mouth, my face is beyond help."

"Your face is very pretty even when it is saying mean things."

"Aw, thank you!"

He shakes his head at your antics, even as the soft smile stays in place. Like it usually does around you.

"You're thinking all loud again." You say, tilting your head to the side a little.

"Mh, only good things this time."

"What about?"

"You mostly. You're usually on my mind these days. Sappy as that may sound. Or whatever. "

"Oh, Ledge."

"Yes?"

"You're a sweetheart. You know that?"

"Only when I wanna be, babe."

"But you still are."

He just rolls his eyes at you fondly, his smitten smile seemingly glued to his face tonight. If anyone asks about that he'll just shrug and ask them why he shouldn't be obvious about his feelings? After all, life is short.

Why not be open with those you love and trust?

He's never understood wasting time on not being open to those you love. It seems like a fool's errand.

"Link!" Luigi's voice calls, letting you and Legend both know that your order is ready.

You both grab your food and move to the side where picnic tables are set up. The tables are mostly empty for the moment.

You and Legend both sit down at an empty table, setting your meals down in front of yourselves.

You taste your food and it's perfect. Exactly as you ordered, with all the right flavors and ingredients. The texture is heaven and you will have to remember to find Luigi next time you're in town.

"This is amazing."

Legend grins at you, crooked and genuine. "I'm glad you like it. Luigi has always been a great cook."

"Obviously. Is your's any good?"

"Yeah, he always outdoes himself."

"He's phenomenal. Remind me to try to track down similar recipes later."

"Sure thing."

"Oh- Link!" A man calls, moving to stand beside the table you two are at. "Is this the (Y/n) you told me about?"

"Yeah, it is."

"I'll let you be then, just saw you and wanted to say hi."

"Well, hi."

Your laugh is warm as bright, drawing the attention of both men to you without meaning to.

"What's funny?" The stranger asks.

"Nothing just- Link. They way he said it-" you break off into laughter again, whether it's genuinely funny or not doesn't matter. It still hit just right.

Legend shakes his head at you, "You're weird, (Y/n)."

"Always have been!" You chirp at him in response.

"You two are cute." The man says, "I do have to go though, my daughter wants me to meet up with her."

"Go on then Jack, tell Millie hi." Legend says, waving the man off with a nod towards the crowd.

The man leaves with a friendly wave.

"You know everyone here. Don't you?"

"I do."

"Do you like that?"

"Mh- usually. It has its perks."

"I bet."

"Are you doing alright? I know you aren't as used to traveling and questioning me and the guys are used to."

"It's different for sure, but it's hardly the worst thing. Now that shadow? Well let's just say I'd do more than kick him where the sun doesn't shine."

Legend laughs, shaking his head. "You and me both, babe."

You both eat the rest of your meals, idle chatter about whatever your mind comes up with. The evening is a comfortable temperature as you take time to enjoy the moment.

Inside jokes are cracked and you both seem thrilled to have them.

It's not until you both throw away your disposable cutlery and dishes that you notice the music beyond knowing it's playing.

The music is good, familiar even. You aren't sure where you've heard it before but the lively tune is nice and you can't help but want to get closer.

"Do your festivals always have a live band?" You ask, taking Legend's hand into your left.

"Unless one of the main players is sick."

"They're really good."

"I'll tell them you said that."

"You should."

Legend just snorts at that, "Yeah. You wanna go dancing?"

"Oh absolutely."

"Then I should warn you I'm not very good."

You laugh, shaking your head, "That's okay, most of the dances I know would make the people faint." You say, remembering the Tilton dances that have wormed their way into your brain for better or worse.

"I'd pay so much money to see that. But we probably shouldn't try to do that hm?"

"Probably not. I'd hate to cause a scene."

"At least not tonight?"

You laugh again, you find yourself doing that a lot when you're with him. He always seems to be able to make you feel better.

"Come on, if we're gonna dance we should get to the main floor." He says.

And you can't argue with him. That makes plenty of sense to you.

"Lead the way then, Link."

Legend gives you the sappiest smile of the night so far before leading you by your joined hands through the crowd and to the main dance area.

You join at the perfect time, in-between songs as people shift back to give a little space to other dancers.

A few couples push out of the crowd while a few more join in.

"Ready?" Legend asks.

"Yeah."

You and Legend face each other, his hand on your hip and his other holds yours. Your hand goes on his shoulder.

A lively waltz starts, and Legend leads you in the dance. You vaguely know the dance, whether from your own experience or from movies is irrelevant.

Legend smirks at you as you dance, hat in place even as he is dressed up and waltzing. It makes for quite the picture- a very good picture if you say do yourself. And you do- say so that is.

"You're doing great." He says.

"Thanks. You're better than you let on."

He barks out a laugh at that, shaking his head. "This is nothing. You should see some of the other people here when they really get into it."

"I'd love that."

"We'll have to watch. They usually start a little later."

You laugh as Legend spins you before bringing you back into the main dance steps.

It's nice. Dancing with him. The snark remarks he makes are familiar and expected.

The gentle way he guides you is almost perfect.

You aren't sure how long you've been dancing but you also don't really care.

The night is getting a little chillier and it's nice when Legend leads you off the floor. Sighting that he needs a break and that you probably do too.

The dancers on the floor are really getting into it now. Some people are swinging their dance partners around above their heads, cheering and smiling.

Some are even tossing their partner and swinging them in fancy ways. One young couple executes a move you'd only seen in movies before!

"Are you sure you aren't just trying to get out of swinging me around like that?"

"I think I'd drop you and break us both." He says with a snort.

"Fair enough. I don't think I could do that."

Legend just snorts, leading you further from the floor and the main part of the crowd. He motions to a small sitting area with a few benches set there.

Not a year round thing if you had to guess, the benches are probably only here on festival dates or huge events.

Legend sits down, patting the space beside him when you don't sit down quickly.

"I don't bite."

"Tell that to Twi's poor arm." You snort, recalling the mess that led from Legend having a nightmare to the goat incident of July (AKA the reason only the farmboys are allowed near goats), to the biting of Twilight's arm. The poor rancher.

"Hey now that was one time! And an accident!" He protests playfully, shoving your shoulder.

You bump your shoulder back into his, "Vengeance is mine!"

"You wish," Legend declares, swatting at your shoulder without any real effort.

"Whatever Ledge."

"You know I have a real name."

"I know you blush pretty when I say your real name."

"Shut up!"

"Nope!"

Legend groans as he drops his head to rest against your shoulder, eyes closing as he does.

"Are you tired?" You ask, inclining your head to see him better. Worry for his own being bubbling up from your stomach.

"A little. Not the worst I've felt." Legend admits with a half shrug. "Why?"

"Just curious. You know I worry."

"Yeah. You should stop that."

"You're a huge hypocrite there, Ledge."

"Ha! As if."

"I sprained MY ankle last month and your mother henned me a week after it was healed."

"It was justified! The quest lifestyle is one that gets people hurt, (Y/n)."

You sigh, reaching to brush the hair out of his face. It's nice to get to be so domestic, but it's still a lot. You can't help but expect a monster attack.

Legend yawns slowly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay," You say as you survey the skyline, the bottled fireflies and the stars combine into a beautiful picture. "It's nice. Being here with you, I mean."

"I'm glad. I was worried you would like it."

"Are you kidding me? I adore this! We don't have many things like this back home, I guess music festivals come closest."

You reminisce for a second about the concerts and festivals you've either seen or wanted to see. The captured videos don't seem to do the events justice.

"Music festivals? Your culture celebrates music?"

"Sort of. They're like e outdoor concerts but with a bunch of bands at once."

"That sounds very… loud."

"It can be."

"Maybe we can go to one when this is all over. I'd love to see more of your world."

"I'd love that."

"Though I can't imagine a world without so many stars."

"It's different, I'm sure I'll always miss these stars when I'm home."

"Ha, as if we'd let you suffer such a fate. Between us all we can probably fight whatever has obscured them."

You laugh at that, imagining the boys all trying to fight the invisible villain called Centuries Of Light Pollution. The image conjured is a semi-tangible blag of smog gas in the form of a large human with a monopole, cane, and tophat. You name this villain Mr. Light Pollution

You'd pay so much money to watch your friends fight Mr. Light Pollution.

"I'm sure if you manage to fight it you'd win." You say, deciding to stay encouraging.

Mostly because you aren't sure how to explain the real issue at hand and how it came about to your beloved boyfriend.

It doesn't matter though, they can't actually fist fight light pollution. Probably…

At least two have fought a god… huh. Maybe they could?

You'll have to explore that idea later. Once the world has been saved and you've figured out the secret to time travel. As one does, obviously.

(It's probably something stupid and easy to miss that holds technology back from time travel. Something like a miserable placed one in math or something. )

"Of course we'd win." Legend says, sure of himself in the way only someone who's had to probe themselves over and over is.

"Yeah. You would."

"Do you want to go to an inn or stay out longer?"

"Let's go to the inn. It's getting a little too cold for me."

"That sounds good."

Legend stands up, holding his hand out for you.

You take his hand as you stand up, smiling your thanks.

"Let's head in then, come on babe."

Legend is walking then, his hand still in yours as he leads you. He glances back at you every so often, just making sure you're okay and keeping up.

For such a sourness he can be sweet as pie.

The walk back is short and calm, chilled as it is. The crowd thins out the further from the main festivities you both get.

Laughter still echoes in the wind from the people celebrating even as the night gets older.

"Did you have any fun?" You ask, nudging him with your shoulder as you squeeze his hand with your own. "Or was it unbearable and awful?"

"Yeah, I did have fun. Did you?"

"I did. It was a lot more fun than I expected."

"That's good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think we both deserve a break."

"More than. Remind me to work the tenderness outta your shoulders later, okay?"

"Don't gotta tell me twice." He says with a snort of laughter.

You just shake your head at him.

"You know, I wish we'd brought a camera."

"A what?"

"A camera. Like Wild's slate, it takes pictures."

"Oh yeah, you've mentioned them before. "

"Yeah, I like them. They let me keep memories better."

"That's what Wild said too."

"He gets it." You smile, "And that way I can tell my friends and family about you all and have them believe me."

You're hopeful that you'll get to have a wall dedicated to the chain and Legend. Mostly Legend if we're honest.

"You say that like you'll never see us again after this."

"Oh, I will. But they'll want an explanation before I bring nine men home that can and will fight for those they care about."

"Oh. Yeah, they'd probably not expect to see so many heroes in one place."

"Exactly. I'm sure they'd have questions. I think pictures would help a lot. Hopefully Wild and Wind will lend a hand with that."

"I'm sure they will. Even if you have to blackmail them."

"I could ask." You say, "I'm sure they'd help."

"Yeah. Probably so. But blackmail would make sure of it."

"You're a bad influence, Ledge. The worst."

"And yet you love me."

You give him a smile, the one reserved almost completely for him. Smitten and not even a little shy about it.

"Yeah, I really do love you, Link. I'm glad you know."

You watch him blush, starting at the tips of his ears and slowly spreading until it meets on his nose. He blinks at you a few times.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You agree.

"Well, I love you too. You got that?"

"I do."

"Good."

"I think so." You say, pushing the door off the inn open with a grunt.

The door is solid wood- much heavier than the usually hollow doors of today.

You lead Legend inside, pressing the door shut behind you and hearing the mechanics of the now click back into place.

The inn is warmer than outside, a low level fire burns in the hearth of the main room. You don't bother with any late pleasantries, those still in the lowest level of the building are either far too drunk for decent conversation or they work here.

The stairs creak as you and Legend climb them to the third floor. The banister is solid though when you use it.

"Do you have the key?" You ask Legend in a softer voice, careful in attempts to not wake those who sleep.

"Yeah." He says, fishing it from his pocket with his free hand.

"Good." You say, stopping outside your room.

Legend unlocks the door and then shuts it once you're both inside. He locks it for good measure, a way to keep Wind from dogpiling you tomorrow morning.

Inside the room is a dresser, a door leading to a closet, a door leads to a bathroom, a full size bed with a carved headboard, and two nightstands.

The headboard is solid and sports a carving of birds on a tree branch. Well done and coated in varnish.

You and Legend let go of each other's hand in the interest of bathing and changing into pajamas.

The bathroom that attaches sports heated running water. Which you take advantage of as you bathe, whether showering or taking a bath. The water is set just right as you scrub off the dirt and sweat of the day.

Once you are in your sleep clothes and you've done what you want to with your hair you get into bed. Finally allowing yourself to relax.

You sink into the mattress, feeling spoiled with the actual bed instead of a bedroll on the ground. Though you kiss the sounds of the campfire that lull you to sleep at night.

Legend joins you ten minutes later. His body warms beside yours as the blanket settles over you again.

"So… was that something you'd wanna do again?" He asks.

"Yeah, I think so. But I wanna get better at dancing first, you did all the work."

"I think you did well."

"You're very biased, love."

"I am not. I've known some very bad dancers."

"Like who?"

"My Zelda. She was awful when she first started. You wouldn't believe it."

"I doubt that. Aren't royals naturally good at rich people's things?"

"No. She stomped on my toes for so many years. I think they're permanently bruised."

"I doubt it."

"You're just really optimistic, babe."

"I have to be. You're all so pessimistic. "

"It's realistic in our line of work."

"I know."

"Good. I don't want you to be so optimistic you get hurt."

"I know. I just want to be happy, it's a lot easier with you though."

"Why? Are you being sappy again?"

"Pretty much always. You make me happy, Link. Of course I'm going to be optimistic when I'm happy."

"You're sweet, (Y/n). But you're like a sick tree right now."

"What?"

"Extremely sappy."

"That's a bad joke, Legend. Negative ten."

"You're hurting me where it hurts most!"

"Where, your sense of humor?"

"No. My pride!"

You laugh at that, rolling closer to him so you can wrap your arms around him. It's nice to see him so relaxed.

It's nice to know that he feels safe enough with you to relax.

This whole thing is just so nice.

Legend wraps his arms around you too, his chest rises and falls rhythmically as you start to really get close to sleep.

"Good night, (Y/n). Sleep well, I love you."

"Night, Link. I love you too."

He gives a pleased hum at that, moving to kiss your forehead. He settles back down and you feel him really fall asleep quickly.

A skill the heroes all have. The ability to fall asleep anywhere and to fall asleep fast.

You can feel yourself drifting off slower, basking in the figurative and literal warmth the moment provides.

The entire evening has been great. From the food made by Luigi to the dancing you enjoyed with Legend. Even the conversation was nice.

You don't ever want this kind of time together to stop. You'll do whatever you have to just to keep things like this a common thing.

And you're pretty sure Legend agrees.

Besides, even though you gave him his hat back- it was cute to see him without it. He looked a little lost until he got it back.

But the fact that he went out is his way to dress up for you? To go out of his comfort zone for you?

You're beyond touched.

He really does treat you well. He spots you in so many ways, even if there is always endless banter. You like it that way.

You'll have to arrange more days like this for him. It'll do Legend good to take more breaks and spend time doing things normal non-hero people do.

Maybe you can take him to a music festival.

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu legend #lu legend x reader #legend x reader

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For Wyll requests: I'm a huuuuuuuuge fan of Bladeweave (Wyll / Gale). Maybe Gale teaching Wyll some magic? Gale and Wyll arguing (respectfully, civilly, and charmingly but maybe straining just a bit behind their gentlemanly exteriors) over cooking duties (because they both WANT to cook - but then some kind of accident or something happens and it turns cute, soft, and a little romantic (almost as if realizing there's an attraction there or something) Wyll protecting Gale from some attack or another (maybe by a goblin or something?)? Wyll sharing one of his monster-hunting stories and Gale is absolutely riveted and fascinated and asking questions? Drunk Gale and drunk Wyll at the tiefling party being silly (maybe a little sad at some points), maybe sharing a kiss, and then passing out next to each other (maybe in their arms?) Wyll helping Gale through a painful moment regarding his Netherese orb condition? Gale helping Wyll feel better about his new transformation? (Maybe a little awkward at some points, a little flirty, but also making sure Wyll knows that his appearance hasn't changed who he is or how he sees Wyll) I could go all day with these ideas. I'm actually working on a Bladeweave fanfiction myself. :D

Hey beloved, it'd be really cool if you followed up and sent the rest of these i didn't do as separate asks, because i love them, but I prefer to do my prompt fills individually ♡♡♡

That being said. Here's cooking 🍳 ft. My tav, Marjorie.

Psssssst to everyone else, Wyll requests are open. I haven't finished the game tho so be nice

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“It’s really no trouble,” Wyll is saying, his hands firmly on the handles of the pot.

“No, no, you’ve worked so hard today,” Gale counters, tone almost pleading, grabbing the lip, white-knuckled.

“You’ve worked so hard today,” Wyll counters, “and you were injured-”

He is realizing, distantly, that this is ridiculous. He can’t take the credit for that realization, unfortunately, that accolade has to be granted to Astarion and Maj, and really, mostly to Maj. Astarion was really doing a very good job of keeping a straight face as he watched Wyll and Gale argue, only the glint in his eye betraying that he was even paying attention at all. Maj, however, is laughing. Not a little chuckle or fond giggle, full scale shoulders shaking tears streaming down her face hysterics, and clocking that (he was always on the lookout for signs of distress) had finally made Wyll take a full inventory of the position he’s in.

He is standing with his feet apart, toes turned in to improve his balance, braced on the ground. His hands are on the handles of the pot. And Gale is no longer just trying to sneak it out of his hands- Gale is leaning backwards pulling on it to the degree that Wyll is certain if he let go Gale would go flying, the pot after him, on a collision course with his face.

For a second, he’s tempted to. It would serve Gale right, being so obstinate, and it would make Maj laugh, and heaven knows they all needed a laugh after everything they’ve been through. But Gale had been injured today, and Shadowheart had barely patched him up, and if Wyll was the cause of his wounds reopening...well. He would actually feel rather bad about it.

He tries to shift forwards, to releasing some of the force on the pot without letting it go, seeing if he can trick Gale into steadying himself, and it seems to work, Gale shuffling in place to get his feet underneath him, even as he’s continuing to give some impassioned defense Wyll was absolutely not listening to.

“—Really, cooking is the least I can offer the camp, you’ve saved my hide, you’ve saved everyone’s hide, you’re the blade of the frontiers, hero of the sword coast, you’re really very impressive—”

Wyll squints at him, and Gale cuts off, like he’s just now hearing himself, but he gives Wyll a wide confident grin. The silence extends as Wyll tries to figure out what the hell to say to that, and then Maj takes pity on them.

“Is there some kind of warlock-wizard feud I'm unaware of where you can’t share a pot?” She says. “I know what ingredients we have, it’s going to be stew again.”

Wyll considers that. He was going to make stew.

“I have yeast,” Gale counters, almost sulky. “I was going to make bread.”

“Great!” Maj chirps, “that’ll go well with the stew.”

Gale looks at him, He looks at Gale. Gale grins, a little sheepish, and lets go of the pot.

Wyll snorts, and then something clicks. Gale had spent an undue amount of time checking over the kitchens and cabinets in abandoned homes. He must have finally found what he was looking for.

“—I do miss good bread,” he offers, and Gale lights up.

“As do I. I should have known you’d understand, I know it doesn’t travel well but the crumb of—”

As Wyll listens to him ramble, he starts to quietly build a meal plan in his head. Maybe he could share the cooking responsibilities. Since it made Gale happy. And, well. A happy wizard was an effective wizard. That’s definitely the only reason.

He can hear Astarion and Maj whispering, and turns his back on them as he hears the clink of gold and a bet being taken.

He doesn’t want to know. He has stew to make.

#wyll ravengard #bg3 #bg3 Wyll #bladeweave #Wyll x Gale #gale x wyll #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #casper's haunted fic tag

[darkestprompts]

hello! i have discovered ur blog and i am absorbing everything like a sponge i love the rambles and interpretations i am obsessed... i enjoy the character rambles the most and i was just wondering how you feel on Margaret and her character? I feel like her only fan on this entire planet... i need to hear someone speak about her in some kind of depth to a degree, her lore, how they see her potentially Cope™, etc. its tough being a margaret enjoyer when nobody seems to give too much of a care about her </3 i feel like she deserved better if i make sense!!! have a nice day/evening/night/morning🔥🔥🔥

Oh Light, this is so sweet... I'm actually feeling a little guilty because long-time followers will know I'm definitely not a Musketeer person lol But for you only, OP, I will try to cook up something.

To be totally transparent here, my beef is how her premise was utilized. First, as alt skin for the Arbalest (watch as I force myself not to rant about THAT particular choice) and second, her general character focus.

Someone who pierced through the veil of reality by complete accident has potential to be an interesting character! But her barks lean heavily on the "aristocratic huntress" thing, which is not the way I would go in a game about broken souls (also it kinda steps on Audrey's toes). Make her sound a little more obsessed, a little more haunted, hint at the fact that maybe, just maaaaybe, seeing what she was never meant to changed her forever. Make her "hunt" less of a choice to soothe her pride over one competition (srsly) and more of an irresistible pull from the very Heart of Darkness. NOW we can talk.

Let's add this too: when she gazed at the abyss, did the abyss gaze back? Eyes in Darkest Dungeon are a symbol of awareness of the horror of reality and it was an eye she found at the other side of her gun. If the thing saw her, did it only see an ant? Did it see food, something to draw into the trap that is the Hamlet? Or does it have another purpose?

In this reading, I would put her in the same category as Sarmenti and Amani as people who never had any intention to reach out to the occult but have a natural inclination to fiddle with it... Maybe even attract the eldritch? Imagine how disturbing, to be the one the most unnatural monsters like to swarm to. In a bad timeline, she could have been a cultist witch.

Besides, with a title like Musketeer, we could stand to give her more grit. Ok, she's a competitive shooter, but musketeers were military units. It's possible they wanted to avoid overlap with other military heroes, especially Arbalest, but that wouldn't be a problem if her uniqueness was emphasized in other ways. Notably, the French musketeers were an elite unit that served both as royal guard and in open battle. I know Butcher's Circus tried to differentiate her, but what if instead of backline healing (which doesn't resonate with her theme) she got a guard skill and a few lines about serving some noble house? It would be a way to give her a bit more of a storied past. She directly references The Three Musketeers, for goodness' sake, make her reference some adventures! Intrigue, romance! Maybe a Cardinal Mazarin expy, why not!

To end, can I someone please tell me what her hair color is meant to be? The portrait is blonde, her full body art is redhaired, the Butcher's Circus art leans brunette/auburn. I know consistent design does not exist in Darkest Dungeon but. At this point I'm headcanoning that she dyes it a different color every time to cover early gray hair from the Horrors. She's the only one who has a grey haired alt skin, IIRC.

#darkest dungeon #dd musketeer #dd margaret #headcanons #asks

[pbear]

Ranking The Black Bulls

I am so high after finishing the Black Clover anime which is why I'm making this. This is definitely a personal list and I just want a way for me to talk about these characters because I do love all of them.

Also, some spoilers.

16. Nacht and his demons

Little screen time and he’s extremely suspicious. Also if you keep going around being condescending to everyone I won’t like you.

I do not know his backstory which could definitely explain things but based on what he gets in the anime, I don’t care for him.

Pros are that he’s a pretty asshole and his tiny demons are cute.

15. Liebe

Lack of screen time gets you closer to the bottom.

That backstory was making me tear up though.

He gained anti-magic but how??? It kind of just happened.

He has a place in the found family whether he likes it or not.

14. Gordon Agrippa

I like that he just wants friends despite everyone thinking he’s creepy and being part of a family that studies curses.

He gets forgotten a lot :(

Actually a character who comes to have a healthy relationship with his family

He is shown to be kind of a stalker though which docks points. There's people being unreasonably scared of you and then there's keeping journals on everyone in the squad and making dolls of each of them.

13. Zora Ideale

Gets almost no character development after his introduction. They have forgotten this man which is a shame because he was introduced as a very interesting and menacing person.

His relationship with his father is very sweet

Sassy

Zora, you will succumb to the found family.

12. Henry Legolant

Him going from a possible ghost to a true member of the Black Bulls is great. I love that the squad finds a way for him to be around them even with his curse

He’s very nice too.

Doesn’t get a lot after the Elven Invasion arc. All you see is him occasionally sitting in a box.

His magic is so epic when it gets used. I love the Raging Black Bull Formation.

11. Vanessa Enoteca

Doesn’t actually get too much to do after the Forest of Witches arc.

I love that she’s basically the squad’s big sister.

Her magic and the red thread of fate are super cool although Rouge kind of becomes her main power.

10. Grey

I really enjoyed the episodes that focused on her a lot and how she wants to overcome her shyness for the rest of the Black Bulls.

Her backstory is fairly basic but the reveal that she met Gauche beforehand and he saved her was so good. I already loved them and now I love them even more.

Also, Grey, Gordon, and Gauche are absolutely a trio. Them defending the base from the Eye of the Midnight Sun was great.

9. Secre Swallowtail

Her plot with Lumiere is very sweet and gets you to like her very quickly.

Lumiere helping her develop her magic that she thinks is useless is something I love too.

I like that she’s an example that your magic is what you make of it. What it becomes is so cool and actually very useful.

The fact that even after her seal is undone, she still chills as a bird on Asta's head.

Also, I think it's interesting that Luck is the one who came up with the name Nero and she agreed to it back in the earlier episodes.

8. Gauche Adlai

This man would be ten times more attractive without his sister complex. Fortunately, his gag isn’t his only character aspect (although it’s a fairly big one).

I actually thought he was going to be super unimportant and then he got his own arc early on which shocked me.

It was nice that he began wanting to protect more people than just Marie. I actually started to enjoy it when he showed up.

His magic is cool and powerful. I think it was one of the first magic types introduced that wasn't more elemental. I want to know how he got the magic item in his eye.

Berates everyone but is literally just as insane as the rest of them.

7. Charmy Pappitson

Slow clap for her magic literally being a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Her sheep cooks are cute too.

Obsessed with food (same) and I thought it might be a gag that makes her annoying, but she has other aspects that make her interesting and she’s a side character so I’m not asking that she be incredibly deep.

Her crush on Yuno is funny and I love that her magic is actually super strong when she tries. I never thought one of the crush situations would be Rill -> Charmy -> Yuno

6. Noelle Silva

Seeing her growth from the start of the series is amazing.

Tsundere but manages to not be super annoying with it.

Her spells are awesome and every time she learns a new one you want to cheer for her.

Valkyrie Armor is so pretty.

5. Asta

The fact that he inspires everyone around him is incredible.

I think that he’s the final piece of the Black Bulls that pulls them together and brings them from a band of hooligans to a true found family.

Has a surprising number of girls in love with him. Yet he is only dedicated to Sister Lily which I do find funny.

He does a great job at being a protagonist you want to root for which is important in a show like this. Everyone likes him so how can you not like him?

4. Finral Roulacase

There is something to be said about characters that are still nice even though the world keeps throwing things at them.

Finral’s family was never nice to him yet he still came out a kind person and that’s beautiful. The fact that he still cares for Langris really shows that.

Although he tends to run away from his problems, he works to face them as the series goes on and become stronger to fight alongside his friends.

I love his hairstyle change so much for some reason. He's so cute.

3. Yami Sukehiro

The man who adopted like thirteen kids.

I really enjoyed how his experience as a foreigner led him to create a squad that wouldn’t be bound by status or discrimination.

He literally picks up new members randomly off the street.

Despite being seemingly irresponsible compared to other Captains, he cares for his squad and wants them to be better and surpass their limits. He also knows what they are capable of and what they can handle.

2. Magna Swing

He's one of the most passionate of the Black Bulls and that makes him stand out despite him not being the strongest.

He does have magic but a lot of the time his abilities pale in comparison to the others’.

Even then, he tries to get stronger and I love that about him.

I also really like that his fire magic has a baseball theme. It makes it more unique because fire magic is so common.

I love watching him and Luck be dumbasses with each other.

More attractive with his hair down during the Elven Invasion.

Luck Voltia

Easy favorite. I cannot explain why exactly but he is my favorite.

I eat up any screen time he gets.

Luck: *murders someone in a fight*

Me: I love you so much

He’s crazy in wanting to fight almost everyone that comes his way but it’s shown that he is smart in battle too.

I like how everyone else has a case for their grimoire and he just straps it to his chest.

#black clover #asta black clover #charmy pappitson #zora ideale #nacht faust #liebe black clover #luck voltia #finral roulacase #yami sukehiro #noelle silva #magna swing #secre swallowtail #vanessa enoteca #henry legolant #gordon agrippa #grey black clover #gauche adlai #the black bulls #rankings

[sentimental-idiot25]

“Y’know— the kids would all make fun of you for having all of this” Gojo says while scrummaging through Shoko’s pantry shelves. 

“Good thing I don’t invite them.” She says while sitting at her counter’s barstool inspecting an apple. 

“I come over for cookies and you said ‘I have some’….” He lifts up a bag of flour and sugar. “Is this how you treat your guests…? You LIE to them!!” “You can make them yourself…. Plus you’re here so often I might as well make you do the grocery shopping.” 

Gojo smirks and playfully tosses the bag of flour back onto the shelf. "Oh, I see how it is. Using me for free labor now, are you?" He leans against the counter, crossing his arms. "Well, I guess I can't argue with the opportunity to show off my culinary skills—“

Shoko rolls her eyes, taking a bite of the apple. "Oh, please. You'd burn down the kitchen before you even managed to crack an egg properly…. I've seen you struggle with a microwave."

Gojo feigns offense, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "Hey now, that was just one time! And I have you to thank for saving me from that disastrous attempt at cooking. But it kept you entertained huh didn’t it.”

“Gojo…I almost called the fire department.” 

Gojo chuckles, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, a little excitement never hurt anyone, right? Besides, it's not my fault your kitchen appliances have a vendetta against me."

Shoko shakes her head, suppressing a laugh. "You attract chaos wherever you go, don't you? I should've known better than to let you near my pantry."

"Ah, but you secretly love the chaos, Sho. Admit it," Gojo teases, leaning in closer with a playful grin. "Otherwise, you wouldn't keep inviting me over to disrupt your peaceful little sanctuary."

Shoko raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Maybe I just enjoy watching you stumble around and make a mess. It's oddly entertaining."

Gojo's grin widens, his playful nature shining through. "Ah, so you find amusement in my misadventures, huh? I see how it is. You have a secret sadistic side."

Shoko lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Sadistic? Oh, please. It's more like a guilty pleasure. Besides, it's not every day I get to witness a self-proclaimed master sorcerer struggle with everyday tasks."

Gojo feigns a dramatic sigh, his hand resting on his forehead. "Everyday tasks, you say? Who needs everyday tasks when you’re the strongest? I'm just expanding my skillset, Sho.”

Shoko playfully nudges his arm. "Expanding your skillset, huh? Well, perhaps one day you'll surprise us all and actually manage to whip up something edible in the kitchen. That'll be a real feat."

Gojo takes the apple from Shoko’s hand, “Gotta go grocery shopping first…I wouldn’t be able to manage in this sparse ingredient household.” He mockingly shivers. 

Shoko chuckles and reaches out to take back her apple. "Nice try, Gojo. But don't worry, I'll handle the grocery shopping. I can't risk you bringing back a basket full of sugar and candy instead of actual ingredients."

Gojo pouts, pretending to be disappointed. "Aw, come on, Sho! You don't trust my impeccable taste in groceries? I have an eye for quality snacks, you know."

Shoko smirks, playfully raising an eyebrow. "Impeccable taste, huh? I recall the time you brought back a cart filled with nothing but instant ramen and assorted candies. Quite the gourmet selection."

Gojo grins, unabashed. "Hey, those are essentials! A well-stocked pantry is not complete without an assortment of instant noodles and treats in various flavors. It's all about the culinary experience, Sho!” 

#sentimental idiot25 #satoshoko #satoshoko weekened #satosho #mini one shot #shoko x gojo #shoko #gojo #domestic life #very short sorry I ran out of motivation lolol

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐎𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Eddie x Male!Reader) You didn’t expect when your childhood best friend Robin invited you on a camping trip to find yourself so attracted to and interested in her friend Eddie. Safe to say, the confined space of a tent escalates things. 

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI istg man I will actually scream if you violate my boundary like that, don’t be that twat who disregards boundaries), mlm sex, riding, oral (m receiving), reader is a top and Eddie is a bottom, reader is a gay man in this fic, shameless flirting, dirty talk, some fluff at the end. Barely proof-read.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Been meaning to write some Eddie x Male!Reader for a while now and now it’s finally here! I think this might actually be one of my favourites that I’ve written so far. Man, I wanna write more of this kind of stuff, this is great. 

One thing people had to understand about you was that you weren’t a big fan of camping. Once a year, every year until you turned fifteen, your family would pack up the tents and sleeping bags and various other camping equipment and then drive down to a nearby campsite where you’d all spend the next seven days ‘bonding with nature’. Being rained down in a thin, shitty tent with little warmth wasn’t your idea of a fun holiday. Your mom had given you food poisoning one year because she didn’t cook the chicken through properly. From that moment onwards, your dad had been in charge of preparing food and making dinner. The only redeeming feature of these camping holidays was the friend you’d made on your camping trip when you were seven years old: Robin Buckley.

It was because of Robin that you were standing out on the pavement with a duffel bag slung over your battle vest clad shoulder, a battered old baseball cap keeping the sun out of your eyes and your cargo shorts sticking to your thighs. When she’d originally proposed the idea of you going camping with her and some friends, you had said no outright. It had taken a lot of grovelling and a simple promise to convince you to tag along.

Eddie Munson would be there.

You and Eddie had never met, but you’d heard a lot about him from Robin and her friend Steve Harrington when they explained to you why the hell Hawkins had been split into four sections by an ‘earthquake’, the teenage girl with super mind powers being the evidence they gave that everything they’d told you was true. Eddie had apparently played a big role in helping them defeat Vecna, but his life had almost been the price to pay for victory. They’d found him just in time and helped get him to hospital where he was given blood transfusions and monitored until he was well enough to be discharged and move into a new trailer with his uncle, Wayne. All of the super weird supernatural shit as well as the government’s intervention meant that Eddie’s innocence was proven and now he worked as a local handyman and mechanic, though you’d never had the pleasure of actually meeting him. It was that, as well as how similar he apparently was to you, that had encouraged you to give in and agree to go camping with Robin and her other friends.

After another five minutes of waiting, sweat dripping down your brow, you released a sigh of relief as Steve’s car pulled up in front of you. You were quick to dump your duffel in the trunk then jumped into the backseat behind Robin, the two of you high fiving before you buckled your seatbelt into place.

Steve glanced at you through the rear-view mirror. “Hey man, nice to see you again. We’ve just got one last stop to make before we hit the road again. You good back there? Need any snacks?”

You waved your hand dismissively as you relaxed into the seat. “Nah, I’m all good. I’d kill for some gum, though.”

A packet of spearmint flavoured chewing gum was tossed back to you by Robin as Steve slowly pulled away from the sidewalk outside your house. You eagerly placed a piece in your mouth and chewed it as Girls On Film softly played in the tape deck. You smiled to yourself as your friends in the front seats sang along. Duran Duran wasn’t really your kind of music, but you could appreciate that Robin and Steve seemed to like them enough to belt their hearts out to the song. Their off-key, almost shouting singing was entertaining enough that you didn’t register where you were until the car stopped outside one of the homes at the trailer park.

Before you could question why Steve had stopped there, the door to the trailer slammed open as a flurry of brown curls practically sprinted down the steps and round to the rear of the car. The trunk opened and shut swiftly before you were joined by the guy from the trailer. The door slammed shut as he rushed to put on his seatbelt, only noticing you were there once it had clicked into place.

“Eddie! This is Y/N. He’s the guy I told you about, remember?” Robin said, her body twisted so she could face you both.

The guy – Eddie – offered you his hand to shake with a face-splitting grin. “Well, hey there. Buckley never mentioned we’d be camping with the hottest guy in Hawkins. You smoke?”

Choking on your gum, you took a swig from the bottle of water you’d brought with you. “Mom’s trying to get me to quit but yeah. Can I bum some cigs off you at the campsite?”

“I can do you one better, big boy.” He pulled out a box of cigarettes and a ready-rolled joint of weed.

“Damn,” you replied, “you’re really spoiling me. How ever will I choose?”

He smirked as he put both items back into the pocket of his own battle vest. “What can I say? I’m a giver.”

Steve made an exaggerated gagging noise from the driver’s seat as he began to pull out of the trailer park. “I’ll have no flirting and sexual innuendo in the back of this car, thank you. I will turn this thing around and make you stay home.”

Eddie nudged you with his elbow and leaned in to speak into your ear. “If he kicks us out, we can just take my van.”

You giggled while Steve groaned. It was going to be a long trip.

 ***

 After what had felt like a lifetime for Steve but only a few minutes to you and Eddie, the car finally pulled up at the campsite. Jonathan and Nancy were already waiting for you, the former counting the tents and other camping equipment they’d brought along while the latter ticked them off on her checklist. You made your way round to the trunk to take out the rest of the items, listening with a smile as Robin began rambling to Nancy about something – probably band. You felt a presence and expected it to be Steve coming to assist you in unloading the car, but you were pleasantly surprised to find Eddie beside you instead.

“Need a hand? Harrington and Buckley are gonna set up the tents while Byers and Wheeler set up the coolers and shit,” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the rest of the group.

“I’d appreciate that actually, yeah,” you replied and passed him his bag. “Can you take everyone’s bags over to where the tents are?”

He nodded his head and took two more bags off you before he headed over to the rest of the group. You lifted your own out of the trunk and then started unloading the bags of food and drinks, both alcoholic and normal, while your thoughts lingered on the other metalhead.

Throughout the whole car journey, Eddie had been cracking jokes and talking about music with you. His favourite bands, new releases he was looking forward to, bands he wanted to see most live, and of course his own band Corroded Coffin. You hadn’t been to any of their concerts, but you’d heard about them from Robin a few times in the past. After hearing him talk so passionately about them and each member during the drive to the camp site, you’d silently promised yourself that you were going to attend their next concert and support Eddie. It definitely wasn’t so that you could see his fingers in action after he’d joked about how good he was with them due to being the lead guitarist. No, it definitely wasn’t that.

Eddie’s swift return to take the last bag and the food brought you back to the then and there, picking up the drinks and carrying them over to the coolers with him right next to you.

“So,” Eddie started, “how do you know everyone else? I know you and Robin became friends through camping trips as a kid, but how’d you meet the others?”

You gave him a causal shrug. “Steve I met through Robin because of them both working together at Scoops Ahoy and now Family Video. I had a few classes with Jonathan during senior year and had to work on a group science project with him. And then I met Nancy through him. Of course, I then met you through Robin convincing me to tag along on this little trip of hers. You met everyone because of that shit with Vecna, right?”

He laughed. “Oh yeah. Nothing brings people together like one person being accused of murder and the others coming to your rescue, all of you getting traumatised physically and mentally in the process. I didn’t meet Jonathan until after the ‘earthquake’ though. But yeah, it turns out me almost dying did wonders to strengthen my relationships with everyone.”

“Well, I guess I’ve got you to thank for everyone here being alive right now.”

“Huh? What makes you say that?” Eddie was frowning at you, the two of you putting everything down at your feet once you reached the group. Everyone was still talking amongst themselves, giving you the opportunity to respond.

“Rob told me about how you drew those demobat things away from the Creel house for them to be able to get in and burn his body to a crisp. And about you going back to buy them all more time, even if it nearly got you killed in the process. You could’ve come back to our world with Dustin, but instead you went back because you didn’t want anyone else to die. It was reckless, and stupid, but it also probably did buy them more time and saved them getting killed. You’re a hero.”

Eddie was speechless as he stared at you. You weren’t sure what the expression on his face was, but his lack of verbal response made you panic.

“Shit, sorry dude, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything. I should’ve thought before saying it, especially when it’s not even really been that long since it happened and –”

His voice cut you off as he waved his hands. “Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m not really used to anyone saying that kind of stuff to me apart from m uncle and Dustin. Everyone else in Hawkins still thinks I’m a satanic cult leader and that it’s my fault everything happened, even after I was proven innocent. It’s nice knowing that there are people who don’t see me as a piece of shit, so I appreciate it.”

Before you could say anything more or acknowledge the fluttering in your stomach at the way he was now smiling at you, Nancy approached you both.

“Eddie, you’re on firewood duty so I need you to go into the woods just behind the campsite and gather some stuff to burn. Y/N, you’re going with him because I don’t trust him to not get lost or bring back some wild animal with him,” she said, completely oblivious to the conversation you’d been having.

You nodded in agreement as you started putting the food and drinks into the coolers. “How many tents do we have with us? If there’s more people than tents, then we might need to discuss who’s sharing and who’s getting a tent to themselves.”

She pointed over to Robin and Steve with her pen. “We’ve got three tents, so that makes it two people per tent. I’m staying in a tent with Robin and Jonathan’s staying with Steve, so you and Eddie will have to share.”

You felt your face heat up at the prospect of being in such a small, enclosed space with him. The expression on your face must have changed because she smiled at you sympathetically.

“If you’d rather share with someone you’re more familiar with I’m sure Steve or Jonathan wouldn’t mind swapping with you.”

You quickly shook your head and held up your hands. “Nope! I’m okay with Eddie, thanks. No offence, but Steve snores like a bear and I’d rather not submit myself or Eddie to that torture.”

The two of you laughed when Steve let out an indignant ‘hey!’ before Nancy moved over to the others to assign them roles. You glanced over at Eddie and shrugged at him. He smiled as he bit his lip, rubbing the back of his head. It took everything in you to force yourself to look away and not picture other times he could be making that face. You didn’t usually think of guys in that way so soon after meeting them and you weren’t sure why Eddie was the exception. Maybe it was the excitement of meeting someone so similar to you and getting to spend a few days in close proximity with him unsupervised. That, and his comment in the car about you being the ‘hottest guy in Hawkins’ was branded into your brain permanently.

Once the three tents were set up and all the food and drinks were neatly put away in the coolers, you and Eddie made your way into the woods to start collecting firewood. You were more than happy to get away from the group after having to hear Robin and Steve arguing about what pole went where combined with Eddie saying rather loudly ‘I’m an expert and handling poles, I can handle yours if you like, big boy’. That last part had led to an entertaining five minutes of Steve chasing him around the camp, wielding one of the tent poles like a deadly weapon with Eddie laughing maniacally the entire time.

There was a comfortable silence that had settled between you and the other metalhead, both of you inspecting logs and twigs on the ground and picking up the ones you deemed to be good enough kindling and fuel for the campfire. Every so often, you would glance over at him and take in his appearance, his tank top revealing his biceps and his denim shorts exposing his hair legs to you. His battle vest had been left back at the camp with his bag. He said it was because he didn’t want to get it all sweaty and keeping it off for the time being didn’t make him feel like he was about to overheat. Unfortunately, this just meant your attention was drawn to his body, particularly his arms and legs and his skinny waist and you wondered what it would be like to hold onto those hips and what his skin felt like and –

“You doing alright there, Y/N? While I do appreciate being admired, it does feel a little weird being stared at after a while.”

Spluttering, you frantically looked away from him. “Staring? I’m not staring at anyone. You’re imagining things.”

Yeah, that was the least convincing lie you’d ever told.

Eddie seemed to think so too. “Do you wanna try that again and attempt to make it sound like it’s not an outright lie?”

You sighed. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. You’re just… pretty and nice to look at.”

“Oh, so I’m pretty now, am I?” He wiggled his brows at you, drawing a laugh from you.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know it. I’d pick you over Steve Harrington any day of the week.”

You stooped down to pick up a log, inspecting it to make sure it would work as firewood. Once you were satisfied, you added it to the small pile you’d gathered under your arm. The hand that appeared on your lower back startled you and you turned to find yourself nose to nose with Eddie. His round, deep brown eyes stared back into yours as he smirked.

“Is that the real reason you chose to stay in a tent with me?”

A shaky breath hissed past your lips. “Maybe that’s part of it, although Steve really does snore really loudly. I’d rather neither of us had to put up with that up close.”

He chuckled and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Then I suppose I’m happy to be sharing my tent with such a gentleman.”

“And if I don’t want to be a gentleman?”

A gasp caught itself in your throat as he leaned in to murmur into your ear. “I’ll be counting on it, big boy.”

The metalhead moved away from you and resumed the search for firewood, leaving you standing there in shock and trying not to freak out over the fact he’d flirted with you again. Despite knowing him less than twelve hours, he already had you hooked on him. There was something in the way he spoke to you and seemed so unaffected by being in such close proximity with each other that left you wanting more.

However, despite his blatant interest in you, you couldn’t help worrying that maybe he wasn’t attracted to men and was just doing it to get a reaction out of you. Gay and bisexual men were few and far between in a place like Hawkins, especially when everyone in the town were incredibly religious and allowed hate to cloud their minds and judge when it wasn’t their place to do so. What if Eddie was just another overly friendly man who was just joking around and trying to have some fun?

At the sound of him calling your name, you pushed your concerns to the back of your mind and joined him in collecting wood for the campfire.

 ***

 Getting settled in your tent that night had been awkward to say the least. You and Eddie hadn’t mentioned your earlier conversation in the woods and instead changed into your pyjamas in silence. Now, you were both laying in your sleeping bags with your backs facing each other. The darkness of the tent made the space feel even more enclosed than it already was, and you heaved out a sigh, trying to not be as acutely aware of how little space there was between the two of you as you already were.

“Alright.” You heard Eddie roll over to face you. “Clearly there’s an elephant in the room here we need to address.”

Reluctantly, you turned over as well. You could vaguely make out his facial features as he looked at you.

“Did I make you uncomfortable before? I know not every guy likes to be flirted with, especially by another man, so if you need me to back off just tell me.”

You shook your head. “I promise you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I’m not really used to flirting with other guys, or them flirting back. Funnily enough, being gay in a town like Hawkins means you don’t actually get to meet other gay guys because those so few of us and the town is so religious that they have permanent residence up God’s sodding ass cheeks.”

He laughed as he flicked the lamp on, bathing the inside of your shared tent in light so you could see him better. “Thank fuck for that. You have no idea how worried I was that I’d messed everything up and chased you away.”

“Honestly, I was kind of worried about the same thing. I thought you were maybe one of those guys that’s just overly friendly and likes to flirt with everyone but is very much straight.”

Eddie wiggled in his sleeping bag so that you were both closing together. “Well, I’m not straight that’s for sure. I don’t really have a name for what I am. Labels are just another form of forced conformity, right? As long as I’m happy and not hurting anyone, why do I have to give a name to what I am and the people I fall in love with? I just like what I like and love who I love.”

You allowed his words to sink in, thinking over them for a moment. You’d never given much thought to the people out there that just didn’t need or want a label and he was right: he didn’t need to name and identify himself in that way. There was some freedom in that, you thought. In that sense, he was more of a free spirit than anyone else you’d ever met.

Feeling bold, you lifted a hand to cup his face. “So, the flirting… you’re definitely interested in me? You’re not just joking around?”

The soft laugh that left his lips vibrated against your hand as he turned his head to kiss the palm. “I’m incredibly interested in you. Like I said when I got in Harrington’s car, hottest guy in Hawkins. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t at least try and woo you. There aren’t many guys in Hawkins that are interested in other men and also metalheads like me. Out of anyone Buckley could’ve invited along on this trip, I’m glad it was you and not another Steve Harrington.”

“Good. Because…” You leaned in so that your lips hovered millimetres away from his. “…I’m incredibly interested in you too. Would be a waste if I didn’t take the chance to kiss you while I can.”

“Then what are you waiting for, pretty boy? Kiss me already.”

You didn’t need anymore prompting from him, pressing your lips against his and groaning when he almost immediately pushed his tongue into your mouth. You kicked your sleeping bag off and moved so that you were on top of him, your legs on either side of his thighs caging him in beneath you. Your fingers crept into his curls and tugged lightly, a smirk pulling at your lips when he whimpered. He still tasted of the smores you’d shared around the campfire, beer, and the cigarettes you’d smoked together just half an hour before everyone had retreated to their tents for the night. The warmth of the summer night brought a light sheen of sweat to his skin and yours, a droplet trickling down the side of your face that you quickly swiped away.

Eddie pushed you away for a moment to remove himself from the confines of his own sleeping bag, revealing him in just a t-shirt and his boxers. He was already half-hard, just as you were, and he made you sit up before climbing into your lap. Both of his hands grabbed your face and dragged you back into another searing kiss, soft moans filling the tent as he rocked his hips down against yours and his tongue flicked against yours. One of your arms wound around his lower back to push his body up against yours as much as possible while your other gripped onto the back of his shoulder. You both tilted your heads in opposite directions, desperate to deepen the kiss, and you hummed into his mouth contently. Despite wanting to feel more of him, wanting to touch more of his body, you were also perfectly happy with just kissing if that was what he preferred.

You jumped slightly when the fingers of one hand dipped under your shirt to play with one of your hardened nipples. He rolled it between his thumb and pointer and pinched, eliciting a moan from you that tumbled out of your lips when you broke the kiss.

“Someone’s getting a little excited,” you said, teasing him at the sight of his dazed expression and kiss-swollen lips, his cheeks flushed and his bangs sticking to his forehead.

“You’re one to talk,” he retorted, grinding against you to prove his point.

You playfully swatted his ass. “Naughty boy. Did I say you could do that? Bad boys don’t get rewarded if they misbehave, do they?”

Something behind his eyes changed at your words and he shook his head. “Sorry. I’ll be a good boy, I swear. I wanna be a good boy.”

Smirking, you grazed your teeth along his jaw. “Let’s see how much of a good boy you can be for me then.” You tapped his thigh and gently removed him from your lap. “Take off your clothes and kneel for me. Let me see how hard you are for me.”

Almost instantly, he yanked his shirt off his torso and threw it behind him. His boxers joined it soon after and then he was kneeling obediently for you, his fully hard cock slapping against his stomach and the tip red and leaking already. His eyes remained trained on your face as you drank in the way he knelt before you, eager to please and be rewarded.

“That’s better. You like being told what to do, hm? You like being a good, obedient boy?”

Eddie nodded, licking his lips. “Just for you, Y/N. I wanna be your good boy.”

You chuckled as you removed your own pyjamas, doing it slowly to torture him instead of touching him like you knew he wanted you to so badly. He bit his lip and watched you stroke yourself once, twice, as you stood over him.  

“Let me see how much of a good boy you are then. Suck my cock like a good little slut and maybe I’ll let you bounce on it for a bit. How does that sound?”

Your words encouraged a groan out of him, his hand wrapping around your length and pumping it a few times before he took the tip into his mouth. He gradually sank his head down your hardness as he bobbed his head, taking a little more each time as he sucked. You sighed as his tongue swirled around your dick, his deep brown eyes blinking up at you. What he couldn’t reach with his mouth, he wrapped his hand around and stroked in time with his movements. Your hand found itself burying into his hair to guide him, making him pick up his pace a little. When he hollowed out his cheeks, you choked out a moan and felt him hum against you.

“Jesus, Eddie, that’s it. You’re doing so well,” you told him, praising him and brushing his bangs out of his face so you could see more of him.

He removed his mouth from your cock, a string of saliva connecting the two. “Can I make you cum in my mouth?”

Were it any other time you gladly would have said yes. However, you had something else in mind for the two of you.

“Maybe another time, sweet thing. For now, I want to give you your reward for behaving for me. Would you like that?” you replied, chuckling when he nodded enthusiastically and let go of your dick.

You knelt down in front of him and spat onto your fingers, motioning for him to come closer. He hovered over your thighs, and you brushed your lips against his chest as you reached around to press a finger against his pucker gently.

Your eyes searched his face. “Is this okay, Eddie?”

The metalhead nodded. “Please put it in me. I’ve been a good boy.”

“Mm, you have indeed.”

You slowly thrusted your middle finger in and out of him, gauging his reaction by watching his face. The way he clenched around you, playing with his own nipples as he tossed his head back, was an experience you were unlikely to ever forget. You teasingly brushed your teeth over the skin of his torso, making him arch into you as you prepped him for you at a leisurely pace. He let out a sinful sound when you added a second finger, his moan coming out as a pleasured sob. He began to fuck himself on your two digits, rocking back against them to try and push them deeper. Your free hand reached between the two of you and pumped his cock with a featherlight touch.

“Oh please, please, please…” he chanted, not caring about how loud he was being or who would be able to hear him.

“Please, please, please,” you repeated in a mocking tone. “Please what, sweet thing? What do you want me to do, hm?”

Your fingers brushed against something inside him, making him fuck himself on your fingers harder.

“Please let me bounce on your pretty cock. Wanna cum with you inside me, filling me up, making me your cum dumpster. I need it so bad,” he pleaded, his voice high and needy.

Unable to hold back any longer, you pulled your fingers out of his behind and spat on your hand again, spreading it up and down your cock. Had you even thought you’d be fucking Eddie on this trip you would’ve bought lube with you. Unfortunately, the possibility hadn’t even crossed your mind so you’d have to make do until you could go down to the nearest pharmacy and buy some.

At Eddie’s signal, you gently lowered him down onto you, pausing for a moment once the tip was in so he could get used to the feeling. His face scrunched up in discomfort and you stroked his face.

“I’m sorry if it hurts. I didn’t think I’d need any lube on this trip,” you apologised, relief flooding through you when he laughed.

“Maybe we’ll need to sneak away from camp tomorrow to buy some. Not complaining though; it’s not every day that I get to ride a hot metalhead’s big cock.”

You mewled. “Shit, Eds, you can’t say stuff like that to me. I’ll end up cumming way too soon.”

When he looked straight into your eyes, lowering himself a little more on your dick, you could’ve burst there and then.

“That’s the great thing about sex,” he said. “The goal is to cum, and you can go as many rounds as you want.”

Eddie took the rest of your cock in, fully sheathing you within his tight heat, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. While you hadn’t had lots of sexual partners, you could say without a doubt that Eddie would probably be the best you’d ever had. He gyrated his hips as he remained fully impaled on you, one of his hands cupping the back of your head. He waited a moment before he lifted his hips then slammed himself back down again. The impact and the feeling of him moving up and down on your dick as he started to bounce had you gripping his hips with both hands, fingers digging in harshly.

“You fill me up so good, big boy,” Eddie huffed out as he rode you at a steady pace. Each time all of you was inside him, he rotated his hips and tried to push you in as deep as you could go.

You started to jerk him off in time with his movements, your thumb running over his dripping tip and giving his cock a gentle squeeze. A familiar heat began to build up down below and you quickened your hand, trying to get him to cum at the same time as you. He seemingly noticed this and started to fuck himself on you faster. Filthy moans left his mouth as he leaned back slightly, changing the angle of you inside him.

“Fuckfuckfuck, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, baby. Your cock feels so good. Can’t get enough.”

A whine left your lips and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. “Look at me when you cum. Wanna see how much you love having my dick inside you”

His eyes landed on yours and his mouth fell open, a string of expletives and your name chanted in a litany as he came, his spend spilling over your hand and some of it landing on your stomach. A few more bounces on your cock and you held him down, your seed painting his inner walls as you groaned out his name.

It took a minute or two for both of you to calm down. Eddie gently pulled himself off you and dropped onto his discarded sleeping bag on his stomach with a fucked out smile on his face, your cum leaking out of him. You smirked and pushed some of it back inside him with your thumb, laughing when he grumbled and smacked your hand away.

“Meanie. Got me all full of cum and won’t even let me rest.” The pout he shot you over his shoulder was far too adorable and cute for what had just occurred between you.

After wiping him down with your discarded shirt, you put the sleeping bags back into their normal, organised positions and lay inside yours with him cuddled up to you. It was a tight squeeze zipping it up with the two of you inside but having him close to you with his arm over your stomach and his head next to yours was worth it.

As you turned the lamp off and felt yourself begin to succumb to sleep, you were jolted fully awake by Eddie nipping at your neck.

“What was that for? I was about to have a very nice dream about the amazing sex we just had,” you joked, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“I just wanted to make sure before we go to sleep that… that you’re still into me. And that this wasn’t just a one time thing for you. If that’s all this was then that’s okay. I just wanna hear you say it so I don’t get my hopes up.”

Your fingers delicately trailed up and down the arm he had draped over you. “I’m not a fuck and go kind of guy, Eddie. Of course I’m still into you. I wouldn’t mind exploring what we have going on here and seeing where it leads if that’s what you want too.”

You felt him smile against your skin. “Me too. I’m not usually this attracted to someone after one day, so I wanna see where things take us. I’m not letting go of you just yet.”

Sleep finally beginning to take over you, you pulled him as closely to you as you could. “I’m not letting go of you either.”

#spicy content #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson smut #smut #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

[theamityelf]

:3c if izuru were actively attempting to woo makoto, how do u think he'd go about it? being as useful and necessary as possible to him? dazzling him with his talents? or do u think he'd have enough self awareness to try and play up traits he thinks makoto might find charming? or something else??

This is actually something that will be coming up later in my Kamuegi fics! 😁 I'll try to navigate around any spoilers, though, lol. And as always, I lean more game canon than anime canon.

I definitely think he would emphasize his talents and uniqueness first. Impressing Makoto by effortlessly finishing things Makoto's working on (schoolwork, Future Foundation work, etc.) or protecting him from danger. Whether he would be coming from a place of "Look! I can polish off any mild inconvenience in your life, so you have to love me," or "Look how lucky you are to have my attention. Do you see how special I am? So you should be very grateful that I want you, right?" depends on where we're at in the timeline and what the surrounding conditions are. He has the potential to fall on the more submissive, "I saw that there was a torn hem in one of your pant legs, so I've taken the liberty of retailoring all of your clothes while you were out. Did I do a good job? Are you pleased with me?" side, or the more dominant, "There, I corrected a mistake you made on this school assignment. You can expect a five percent increase in your unremarkable score. You may now praise me," side, or the patently insecure, "I saw that you enjoyed the dinner Hanamura made yesterday, so I made the same meal. Taste this one. Now. Do you agree that it's better than Hanamura's? So, you don't want to eat his cooking anymore, right?" ...side. It really just depends where he's at on his self-discovery journey, lol.

He has the self-awareness to adjust aspects of his personality, of course, but that's more a matter of convenience (and instinctive adaptability) than something he believes he needs. His worldview just isn't in a place where it even occurs to him that anyone might think, "Yeah, he has all the talent in the world, but he isn't very nice, so I'm not attracted to him," until he actually sees a not-positive reaction. He's not coming from a place of deliberate or active malice; it's just his understanding of how things work, as a product of Hope's Peak. Makoto being attracted to anyone else would fundamentally confuse him, because in his mind, he's surpassed everyone. So it's like, "I must not have explained this: I have more talent than her." (Again, though, this depends on where we are in the timeline.)

Of course, this is all just for distilled Kamukura. When he's merged with Hajime, he knows how to be a person.

#danganronpa #izuru kamukura #kamuegi

[noxiatoxia]

thoughts on kyoya and haruhi? what would happen if they were canon? or how it would've lead to haruhi realizing she likes him instead?

I do think about kyoharu a decent amount actually. I think it's a fascination concept.

Firstly, I can easily see them being attracted to each other. Kyoya likes how smart and hardworking Haruhi is, Haruhi likes the same in Kyoya. intellectual 4 intellectual.

I'm also a big fan of this image vv

they're scheming your demise.

I imagine living together they're a rather quiet couple. Neither are messy and both are hard workers, so the amount of time they actually spend together is relegated to after-work hours, usually dinner and bedtime.

Haruhi and Kyoya take turns cooking, sometimes cook together. I think Haruhi does it a little more though.

In the canon universe, I can see Haruhi and Kyoya developing a mutual fondness for each other over the course of the show. Again, they both respect the other's intelligence and wit. Both are pretty dense when it comes to their own feelings though. Haruhi would just see Kyoya as somebody she "likes" because he's "reliable" and the only one who isn't a "moron" and Kyoya likes Haruhi and "in the event" they got together, "despite" being a "commoner" haruhi would make a "good asset" to the ootori company <- always thinking about the advantages in everything.

Of course, these are very much them brushing off their true feelings. Deep down, Kyoya knows if Haruhi wasn't somebody who would be "good" for the company, he'd still want to marry her. He knows he likes Haruhi beyond what reputation she can give or what standing in the company she could have. He likes her. She is the first truly unique woman he thinks he's found. Somebody who doesn't care about reputation or financial standing. If anything, Haruhi is somebody Kyoya wants to be: themself. Haruhi is herself first and foremost. That is something Kyoya could never have. Maybe it's because she's a commoner and hasn't much to lose. Even so, she could still try to be a person she's not, probably get further that way, but she doesn't. Kyoya respects that deeply, he fell in love with that.

As for Haruhi, she knows her admiration for Kyoya stems from more than simply appreciating him for not being stupid. She can tell how much Kyoya really cares, cares more than just about money. She sees the way he does these things, selfless things, while still making himself come across as selfish and calculating. She thinks, in a way, he's one of the most selfless people Haruhi knows. Sure, he's money-grubbing, but he does so many small things because they're what's "right", never mind there's no gain for him in them. He plays it off as a tactic when it really isn't. He doesn't allow himself to take credit. In those moments, he's doing something good and he doesn't even get the reward of praise because he'll spin it in a way that makes him look like a bad guy. It's wholly selfless, if not a little asinine; Haruhi doesn't understand it. But it fascinates her. She wants to learn more, more about the man Kyoya really is but refuses to show.

I think that's how they get closer and all. They are fascinated by each other and wants to learn more. However, once Kyoya sees the way Tamaki acts around Haruhi, he...backs down.

Maybe it's Kyoya doing his backwards selflessness again. Maybe he sincerely is playing this out logistically; there are better people to get with for the company, to have an offspring with. Maybe it's both maybe it's neither. Whatever the case, he quickly notices how Tamaki is clearly in love with her, and so he lets him have her, even if...he's slightly jealous on the inside. He hides it well, though.

And Haruhi is a little hurt, begrudgingly. She doesn't understand why Kyoya is so distant now. Doesn't he know at this point it's useless to put up a front around her? She spends more time with Tamaki, she does indeed think Tamaki is a nice man, but she doesn't love him. He's her friend.

I think when it's clear Haruhi's not going to fall in love with Tamaki nor is she going to realize her own feelings (cuz she's a little dense), Kyoya steps in. He tells Haruhi the truth, albeit in a very roundabout way.

"While it would be nice to get to know each other a bit better, you'd do best to realize nothing will ever come of it. I suggest you get yourself more acquainted with Tamaki. He truly loves you, after all."

--or something to that effect. It takes Haruhi a few seconds to run that over in her head, but the meaning of it all becomes clear. And she's a little hurt. A bit hurt that Kyoya is giving up on her so easily, a bit hurt he's not really factoring in her feelings. Haruhi accepts it, though. She accepts it if it's what Kyoya really wants. if.

Because, that's what she says. "I understand, senpai. But...is that what you really want?"

And Kyoya doesn't really know how to reply; funny, as Haruhi seems to have that effect on him. He could just say "What I want has no bearing in the matter" and move on with his life. He could say "No, it isn't" and have Haruhi for himself. He says neither though, just goes quiet, and ends up excusing himself.

Because he needs to get himself together, he does. But it's...so hard. Much harder than he ever expected it to be. Because he really likes Haruhi. He does. And Haruhi likes him.

"Then, what's stopping us?" is what Haruhi would eventually ask, and Kyoya doesn't have a good answer.

For now, they'll keep it quiet, but it's pretty obvious to the rest of the Host Club there's something between them. Even Tamaki, who has politely resigned himself.

Unlike most ships in Ouran, this is one I can actually see being canon and not much changing. Tamaki may be broken up over it for a little bit, but I think he'd be happy for them eventually. Plus, Kyoya and Haruhi mesh well together, I think.

#;noxiatalks2ya #kyoharu #ohshc

[storiesbyjes2g]

Time has come! Use the OC list you made earlier and answer the following:

1 and 3 are in charge of arranging a general house party. How does it go? 2 appears in the news broadcast. What has happened? 4 and 5 need to buy a birthday gift for 6. What do they get? 3 asks 6 to teach her/him/them something. What is it and how does it go? 1 finds a seemingly lost cat. What does she/he/they do? 5 has to buy a quick snack for her-/him-/themself, what is it? 6 uses a search engine (Google or similar) and searches their own name. What are the top results? 4 has to take one of the other numbers to a date. Who's the lucky(?) guy/gal/other? 2 invites all the other numbers to a party - except one. Who's left out? 3 learns a dirty secret about 5. What is it and does she/he/they keep it? 4 has lost a bet and must get a tattoo. What will she/he/they get? 1 and 3 are stuck in an elevator. What happens?

You can answer with simple text, or take a picture or write a short story if you feel more inspired.

I swear you ask the best questions! I was excited even before I read the scenarios LOL. Okay let's go!!

Luca & Sophia's House Party

First of all, Luca would be stoked to plan a party period because he's neither hosted nor been to a house party, but to throw one with Sophia? Ohhhhh BOY! Secondly, he'd also be terrified on top of being excited because most of his friends are ladies he's attracted to and/or have gone on dates with. The party would be at Luca and Ali's house because Sophia's house is tiny. They would do all the party planning in person because they're both really into each other and don't see each other enough. I'm pretty sure by the end of the party they'd be a couple lol. Whenever they are together, she is constantly cracking jokes and making Luca laugh, so I'm not sure how much would actually get done. The party will probably turn out to be just okay because of their distractions but also neither of them are big party people. But whether or not the party is lame, those two will surely have a good time.

Emmy on the News

Emmy would be on a segment of the news highlighting small businesses. Or, maybe she got some women in business award and they aired her acceptance speech on TV.

Nadia & Anissa's Birthday Gift for Rodney

Ooooh this one is hard! Okay, so Kameron is the one who started this. He's an investor in Rodney's restaurants, and they have a casual relationship. He mentioned in passing Rodney's birthday was coming up but never followed up. Nadia of course is the administrator of the home, and when she found out Kameron still hadn't sent him a gift, she took on the project lol. Instead of doing something generic, she called Anissa because she knew she was acquainted with Rodney through Loren who is married to Rodney's best friend. They met at her wedding. But Anissa doesn't know Rodney like that so she texts Loren for an idea. They all settle on sending him a very expensive bottle of whisky. And because Nadia was feeling particularly salty and petty that day, the card was signed "From The Piersons and Friends." LOL see what I did there? 🤣

(this got long so the rest under the cut)

Sophia's Cooking Lesson

Sophia is not a good cook. Her kitchen looks exactly like it did when she first moved in. She likes Luca a lot and wants to do something nice for him, especially since he's always so caring and taking care of everyone else. And she always heard the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so she decided to learn to cook something well. But she could only get so far from SimTube tutorials. They either went too fast or spoke like she was supposed to know what they were talking about. No, she needed someone to show her live. One of her favorite restaurants is Taqueria Alchone, and the owner--Rodney Eason--was always so nice and personable with his customers. Surely he would help her. So she went there one day after work. She worked 7-3, so it was pretty dead when she arrived. She ordered and waited for Rodney to come around and greet her.

"Okay, so, this is gonna be a really weird question, but I'm gonna go for it," she said.

He flashed his signature smile. "Go for it! That's what I always do."

"So like...I have this friend... I wanna do something nice for him but-"

Rodney gasped. "You tryna snag your man? I'm in! What I gotta do? You want me to call him? Gimme his number!"

Little did she know Rodney was a romantic...and a very gregarious goofball.

"I want to make him dinner, but I'm terrible at it. Can you show me how to make something simple?"

A huge grin came across his face. "You came to the right place. I'll show you a lil sum sum. BUT...you'll also need a recipe for breakfast." He winked at her. "You know what I'm saying? Come on in the kitchen. I'll get you right! You'll have that dude screaming your name in no time!"

Oh, Rodney LOL.

Luca Finds a Lost Cat

Given his experience watching his mother take in stray pets, he'd probably try to feed it, putting a bowl of food near them. Cats aren't like dogs and are way less trusting, so he probably won't be able to befriend it, not that he'd want to; he's not much of a cat guy. Since Tofu just died, he'd probably call Emmy and see if she's interested in taking care of it.

Anissa's Quick Snack

When Anissa has back-to-back surgeries and zero time for lunch, her go to snack in the vending machine is a Payday candy bar. It's sweet, it's salty, and she gets a nice amount of protein to keep her going. It's an older brand, and not very popular, but her Pop Pop used to love them and that's how she got introduced to it.

Rodney's Smoogle Search

As a restaurateur, Rodney is very much concerned about what people say and think about his restaurants. So when he searches for his own name, more than likely the top results will be Yelp Reviews and food critic blogs. I also wouldn't be surprised if a gossip blog was there too lol. He's a good boy now, but he was a bit reckless in the beginning.

Nadia's Date

Nadia had one engagement left to attend from her tenure in the mayor's office before she was completely rid of them, but Kameron had agreed to take Noemi to come aspiring lawyers camp thingy, so she had to find someone else to accompany her. Her first thought was to call Bryce, but things are weird between him and Kameron. Nick is all the way on the other side of the country now, but even if he weren't that would be weird too. She thought very hard and methodically about it and decided to call Rodney. She had recently sent him a birthday gift, and they were mildly acquainted. Plus it would be a good networking event for him, so she called him, and he accepted.

Emmy's Party

Emmy invites everyone to the party except Luca because it's a surprise party for him lol. (cop out? maybe! lol)

Sophia Learns a Dirty Secret About Anissa

And this is the part where I realized I should have picked names all from the same story LOL. Let's say it's Nadia and Anissa. Nadia is nosy, so she'd definitely try to find out more lol. Depending on what it is, she might ask Melany about it. If it's really dirty she might even ask Anissa herself.

Nadia Loses a Bet

The consequence of losing this bet is she has to get a tattoo. She would get some word or phrase about love written in Mt. Komorebian since that is where she and Kameron reaffirmed their love for each other in a very impromptu and non-traditional vow renewal. It would be located somewhere only Kameron can see when she's naked.

Luca and Sophia Stuck in an Elevator

What happens? What doesn't happen! 🤣 This is exactly what Luca needs lol. They're gonna talk first. But then Sophia will ask a very poignant question about his feelings toward her. He'll try to skirt around it, but she does not have time for him to continue being scared and draws it out of him. They kiss! And if the elevator isn't fixed yet, they might start something they can't finish lol.

#someone-elsa #oc asks #this was so fun thank you!

[scamanderishredmayniac]

February word challenge!!

I decided to take part in a word challenge, for writing or doodling which you can find here

For this prompt I chose word number 12: Ring! This is a two part fic! This is a one shot, dialogue type way . Hope you like it. I may or may not do a fan art to go with this later. We’ll see. This is actually a two part story. This is part 1. It was inspired by part 2, which I’m working on and did a fan art for. The picture for that one is finished, but just need to write up the story. It all started with that picture, and then half way through writing I asked a friend about dating etiquettes, and found my original idea wouldn’t have worked and then this story here formed in my head while thinking of how to rectify that. Anyway here it is.

The Ring!

Newt tried hard to stand still as Theseus straightened his tie for the umpteenth time. He was starting to regret the whole thing.

“Theseus are you sure this is a good idea? Why can’t I just cook her something nice at home instead?” He asked pushing Theseus’s hands away.

“Because Newt it isn’t the done thing, of course doing this is a good idea. Actually I’m not sure this is a good idea at all, I mean technically since you’re not married yet, you shouldn’t be eating out in a fancy restaurant anymore than cooking dinner at home. But I suppose you’re used to sneaking around and doing what you shouldn’t.” Theseus said, looking Newt over.

“So why can’t I just cook her something nice at home, if going to a restaurant is no better?” Newt frowned as Theseus went to pat down his hair. “In fact what do normal none married couples do?”

“Normally in your situation couples go for long walks, or go for ice cream together. Nothing too extravagant. Cooking at home would suggest other things, it’s too easy to go places you probably shouldn’t little brother. Places you’re not ready for.” Theseus replied, bouncing Newt’s hair and pressing it to his head.

“Places I’m not ready for?” Newt frowned, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you have to ask,” Theseus rolled his eyes, “I’m talking about the bedroom, doing more than just holding hands, you know.” Theseus grinned while pushing down on Newt’s hair, causing him to blush a deep red.

“Why does your hair not stay down?” Perhaps a bit of potion jell would do it.” Newt swatted his brother’s hands away, forgetting what they’d just been talking about.

“No, no jell, no potions to flatten my hair, no nothing. Listen I came here to pick up Tina, not have you fuss at me.” Tina had been staying at Theseus’s for the past few weeks, while visiting England on a work permit; since MACUSA and the ministry were working together for a top mission, in hunting down Grindelwald and his acolytes. There had been a few sightings near Britain, leading Tina and a few of her team to come to England and work with the Ministry alongside Theseus and his team. Newt had offered his house as a lodging for Tina, but Theseus had strongly advised against it, reminding him that everyone knew that he had a thing for Tina, whereas Theseus did not. It would cause scandal as a head auror, so Theseus’s it was.

“Come on Newt just a little potion, or jell, I’ll lend you the stuff I use for mine, at least to slick your hair down a little.” Theseus made to get some, but Newt grabbled his hand stopping him in his track.

“No, I don’t want anything in my hair, especially anything you use. I don’t want my hair looking like yours.” Newt almost shouted with horror, eyes wide now staring at Theseus’s flat side hair do.

“Hey what’s wrong with my hair? I don’t see anything wrong with it. I’ll have you know it looks more presentable than that fluffy mop on your head.” He teased ruffling Newt’s hair messing it up a little more. “Don’t you want it looking decent for Tina? Come on not even just a little?”

“No, I like my hair this way, and I’m sure Tina doesn’t mind. She’s dating me isn’t she? If she didn’t like it, and didn’t find me attractive with my hair as it is, she wouldn’t even be seeing me.” Newt huffed trying to repair the damage Theseus had done from ruffling it.

“Oh come on Newt, just a little wouldn’t hurt.” Theseus protested.

“No, it’s my hair and I can do with it what I like.”

“Alright, alright. Fine leave it then. Sometimes I wonder how you even pulled off getting a date, you really do need to grow up some.” Theseus sighed, as Newt jerked himself out of Theseus’s grasp and moved towards the front door, ready to bolt if needs be. Newt wished Tina would hurry up, he didn’t want to spend anymore time with Theseus making remarks about his appearance or his maturity.

“Newt listen, you’ll need to convince the doorman and the waiters at the restaurant that you’re married.” Theseus said scratching his neck and licking his lips. “I’m sorry I should have said when I first made the suggestion and made the booking. It just hadn’t occurred to me at the time, but it’s like I said earlier for couples at your stage of a relationship it’s just not the done thing to eat out.” Theseus hesitated, but Newt could tell there was more to come. But whatever had made Theseus nervous couldn’t possibly be goof. There was none of his earlier playfulness now, and it made Newt’s stomach twist and turn.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine Theseus, we’ll talk our way through it somehow.” Newt reassured, not believing his own words.

“No Sebastian said you’d have to do more than talk your way through it, he warned they’d be looking for evidence.

“So? Why can’t your friend Sebastian meet us at the door, and let us in? That way we won’t have too much of a problem would we?” Newt argued.

“It’s not as simple as that, he doesn’t work the doors. Besides there’s all sorts of complications and circumstances that could prevent him meeting you both at the door. But he’s promised he’d be your waiter for the night and cater to your needs at least.” Newt was about to respond, but Theseus went on nervously before Newt could say anything more.

“Listen, I’ve thought of a solution of sorts. It’s just an idea, and maybe a little complicated and delicate but it’ll have to do.” Theseus scratched his neck again, now looking away from Newt.

“What is it Theseus?” Newt rubbed his hands together, anticipating the worst.

Theseus looked past Newt somewhere behind him, above his head. Newt watched him from the side of his eyes, as he so often did unsure of where this was going. ‘Surely it couldn’t be that bad could it?’ Newt thought to himself. There was a far away look in his brother’s eyes that frightened him. When Theseus managed to bring his gaze back on Newt, there was a hard resolve, as though he’d made up his mind about whatever it was that had filled his thoughts. He squared his shoulders before continuing.

“I was thinking the best option would be a ring.” He said with a slight nod.

“A ring?” Newt frowned. “Whatever for?”

“It’s the best way to prove the two of you are married.”

“Alright that makes sense, but I didn’t bring my case with me, so I can’t see if Teddy has any rings among his many treasures.” Newt sighed. “Perhaps I have time to quickly apparate home and quickly find one.” Newt made to move, Theseus quickly grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks.

“No, listen Newt, Tina will be ready in a minute. Besides it can’t just be any old ring.”

“So what do you suggest I do then Theseus? You’re the one that said I needed one.” Newt yanked his arm out of his brother’s grasp with a scowl.

“I’ve already thought of a solution,” Theseus said, rubbing his face and with a shaky hand, he put it into his pocket and hesitantly brought out a little box. “I was thinking,” he hesitated now with a shaky voice, “that perhaps you could borrow this one here.” Theseus opened the box with quivering hands. Newt peered down at the tiny silver ring, with it’s fancy intricate design. The twinkling of diamonds glinting in the light.

“It’s beautiful Theseus, where did you get it from?” Newt gasped, it must have cost a lot, and more to the point, why did Theseus even have an expensive diamond ring in his preseason anyhow?

“It was the ring that was supposed to be Leta’s wedding ring. I thought maybe you could use it tonight.” Theseus whispered, looking down at the item in his hands. Newt detected a wobble to his brother’s voice. He shook his head vigorously.

“No, no, I Theseus, I possibly couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Why ever not, look Newt Leta’s never going to wear it, never going to see it. You might as well make some use out of it.”

“No, Theseus you should keep it. Give it to the next love of your life.” He pushed the little box away from himself, towards Theseus’s chest. “I can’t take that.”

“There is no one else, and there won’t be. Not for a long time yet anyway. Look I’m not asking you to propose to Tina with it, or give it to her. Just to use it for tonight, one night only and then give it me back.” Theseus hissed, shutting the box with a snap and thrusting it back in Newt’s direction. Newt reluctantly took the box in his hands, and stared hard at it’s red velvet lid.

“It still feels wrong Theseus, Tina won’t like it. She won’t want to wear this knowing it’s Leta’s, besides I don’t feel comfortable giving her this.” He whispered.

“What are you talking about Newt?” Theseus frowned.

“Leta and I had a fling at school if you remember. How can I lend her that knowing that? Like I say, Tina would be upset if she knew.”

“She doesn’t have to know Newt, you don’t have to tell her who’d ring it is. She won’t hear it from me either. Come on Newt this is the best chance you’ve got taking her out, you do want Tina to have a good time don’t you?”

“Yes, of course I do, but,”

“Then take the ring. It’s just for one night. I just want to help Newt. I never got to get married to the love of my life, but I want to see that for you. I want you to find true love and happiness and have the chance of marrying and having a family of your own. Even if that doesn’t happen for me. At least it happen for you. You’re my little brother Newt and all I want is for you to be happy ok. I miss her Newt, I miss her every day, but I’ll never get the chance to marry her and be with her. But you, you have that chance. You have the chance to be with the one you love, don’t throw that chance away, do whatever it takes to have that chance Newt. So please just do this for me. Theseus begged tears welling up in his eyes.

“Ok.” Newt said with a nod of the head, pressing his lips tight and fighting tears of his own. Theseus was right, he had wanted to do something different and make their first date special. This had been the best idea so far, Newt needed to at least try make it work. If using this ring could get them into the restaurant then he ought to take his chance and try. It didn’t stop him from feeling guilty of using Leta’s ring, but for now it would have to do. After tonight he would return the ring and forget it ever existed. It wasn’t like he’d chosen to use that specific ring, it was Theseus’s choice, not his. Not to mention his feelings for Leta were in the past. He stilled cared about her, and missed her, but not as his lover. So what did it matter? Feeling slightly better, Newt let held the box letting relaxing his hands to his side. For awhile the brothers stood and said nothing, silent tears falling down their eyes.

“Look at us, we’re a right pair.” Theseus laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes. Newt followed suit and they both began to laugh before lapsing into silence once more.

“I do wish Tina would hurry up.” Newt sighed, “I’m starting to feel nervous now.”

“Don’t worry she’ll be down in a minute, it’s quite normal. Leta was the same, always liked to take her time to look her best. The wait is always worth it though.” The two brothers looked towards the stairs and not a moment too soon.

“Theseus is that Newt I heard you bickering with just now?” Tina’s voice floated down the stairs as she made her way out of her room and to the top of the stairs.

“Ah Newt you’re here.” She smiled looking down at the brothers, who stood gaping up towards her.

Newt’s breath caught in his throat, as he gazed in awe. Tina wore a beautiful long, blue gown, with short netted sleeves. She’d done up her hair the way Newt had liked, remembering his compliments at Jacob and Queenie’s wedding.

“You look wonderful.” Newt called up at her, as Tina made her slow decent down, feeling conscious of his own appearance wondering if he should have made more of an effort.

“You don’t look too bad yourself” Tina remarked now standing in front of him. Newt felt his face heating up as he smiled shyly and looked to the floor.

“Are you ready to go?” Tina’s smiled.

“Erm. Yes, yes of course, but em, first you’ll need to wear this.” He said bringing out the ring. “To prove we’re married, or they won’t let us in. It’s only for tonight.” Newt rushed by way of explanation.

“It’s beautiful.” Tina breathed as Newt opened the box and held out the ring for her to wear.

“It’s not mine, I’m just borrowing it, I’ll return it to it’s owner once we’ve done.”

“Oh.” Tina raised her eyebrows.

“Well you’d better get going, or you’ll be late. I don’t want you to waste time, it took a lot to book this for you both and since my friend is doing you a favour, best not to keep him waiting.” Theseus said hurrying the couple out of the door.

“Alright, shall we?” Newt said, offering his arm. Tina linked her arm in his and soon the pair were out the door and on their way.

#fan fiction #my writing #fantastic beasts #newt scamander #theseus scamander #newTina #the ring

[evendumbo]

Man, just one more thing since I made the mistake of seeing how the conversation was going on twitter and elsewhere with the antis. It's not fun to see people call fans who rooted for a Ted and Rebecca romance crazy, strange, and obsessed. That's just fucking sexist and, maybe even more annoying to me, it's not good faith disagreement. I did not ship Ted and Rebecca throughout my first watch of both seasons one and two. I am generally not pressed by possible tv romances. The ship did not start in my imagination, it was initiated by the writers. It was not only a platonic soulmate story. It was a possible romantic soulmate set-up. I wish people would stop playing. If everyone can acknowledge that Nate eventually taking a turn for the worse was seeded all the way back in the season premiere, then we agree that the writing was deeply purposeful and likely seeded other things. In fact, after I finished the season 2 finale and rewatched seasons 1 and 2 together as a whole, it was the seeds of Nate's arc that I saw first. Then I began to realize the other narrative arcs that had been put into place and I marveled at the kind of work that the writing was doing. This is when I realized that the writing was communicating that Ted had a crush on Rebecca and only then, lo, a shipper was born.

Por ejemplo, I wish those who are saying that tedbecca was fabricated could explain why the Dutch guy had so many parallels with Ted. What would be the point of that? There are an infinite number of ways the writers could signal that he was a nice, goofy, caring guy. They didn't have to reference Kenny Rogers, they didn't have to make him cook for her, they didn't have to have Rebecca say "fuck me" after she consumed something he made, they didn't have to make the dress pink. If this were a regular show and Ted and Rebecca were regular platonic friends, none of this would have been (or at least should not have been) written. Imagine Leslie from Parks and Rec falling for a guy who is written to be exactly like her platonic friend, Ron. That would be weird, uncomfortable, and at least raise questions.

One could argue that, yes, Rebecca and Ted were soulmates but they had no romantic attraction, so the Dutch guy was supposed to be a Ted-shaped soulmate with romantic attraction. I'd counter with all kinds of things, but at least this would be a good faith argument because we can agree about what is clearly on the screen. We just disagree about the interpretation of the narrative. Nobody is "crazy" in this argument. It's fine if Hannah advocates for a purely platonic relationship between Ted and Rebecca, but it's not cool that she talked down to tedbecca fans who became excited about what was clearly on the screen like there was something wrong with us. The possibility of romance between Ted and Rebecca did not come out of thin air or some kind of heteronormative compulsion, it came from your show, girl. We didn't write it! If they were gonna get exasperated about people getting excited about a possible romance, then they shouldn't have written it and performed it like a possible romance.

As I said, it would have helped if we at least were given confirmation that Ted had a crush on Rebecca in season 3. If that had happened and everything else was the same, I would have been a little disappointed, but that would have been an ending that made sense to me, an ending that was bittersweet and cohered with everything else the show was expressing. I would have defended that ending forever. But without an actual reveal of at least Ted's feelings in the world of the show (not another pointless fake-out), I'm left feeling irritated or crazy-made or, as I said before, somewhat abandoned as a fan of the TL narrative style. And, at this point, until I let it go, I also dread the hanging possibility of TL's return. I've had enough ambiguity from these folks 😂. Just vaya con dios, friends. Adiooooos.

I love and respect television and I am deeply grateful to television writers. I have also acknowledged that Ted Lasso looks hella hard to write, so I am humbled by that. It had to reach a great height in order for me to be invested this hard. I am thankful for the show's lessons about faith and ethics and community and will try to take them to heart going forward. I honor the show, the fans, and the artists.

And, as far as people calling tedbecca fans crazy? As the woman said, fuck the haters. 💜

#i'm not going to be crazy-made as a fan of a show about a woman who survived abusive crazy-making #ted lasso #tedbecca #tedbecca truther forever

[amiharana]

STREAMERS AU STREAMERS AU STREAM ERS A U ????????

yeah streamers au!!!!! :D i'm thinking all of them also upload their own videos on youtube too, but some originated as streamers and some as youtubers (more streamer au hcs under!!)

like i said in the other post, i think zelda would be analogous to someone like pokimane or valkyrae, and does variety/just talking streams. i don't think she would take advantage of or even be aware of her simps/e-girlism, she's actually very sweet and a just bit naive :'>. she probably already collaborates a lot with urbosa, and has on done a video or two with mipha. i would say she probably started off streaming first and then eventually starting doing youtube to post her vods, then make her own videos

mipha would kinda be like the qtcinderella and urbosa would be like. corpsehusband lowk ☝️😳 mipha does a lot of cutesy stuff like acnh and stardew valley playthroughs, maybe cooking & baking videos, and also like lifestyle videos like GRWM or 'day in the life' vlogs. her first video was a first aid video because she wanted to be a pediatrician when she was younger 🥺 urbosa started off as a youtuber and is one of those like old legendary youtubers who's still around so she's seen the rise and fall of the internet fr. she's very wise and she's zelda's favorite youtuber growing up, role model, and mentor 🥺 mipha probably also watched some of urbosa's videos growing up and cites urbosa as one of her inspirations when she started her own youtube channel :)

revali absolutely started off as a streamer but he excels as a youtuber, as expected. he does a lot of speedrun or challenge streams/videos of video games and i lowkey think that he has beaten quite a few speedrun records, only bested by link who he has an ongoing rivalry with because they keep beating each other's records. revali mostly does stream highlight videos, but every once in a while he'll do a fun little collab video with someone else or on the rare occasion, a vlog or a grwm 😧 someone asked him how he keeps his hair so nice on stream and he was so proud he ended up making a whole video about his haircare routine, what products he uses, etc HAHAHA

link is definitely the type of guy who made dumb little videos as a kid but eventually evolved into a full-fledged content creator with high quality videos and excellent ideas. he definitely does a lot of nintendo game videos (people adore his acnh playthrough series and his collabs with mipha 🥺), but i think he would also upload a lot of like. scenic videos of places he's traveled to or hiked at because he's pretty good at filming and editing. link def found his love for streaming and speedrunning on accident by, get this— watching one of revali's streams 😳😳😳 but he forgets that it was by revali 😭 link is like, This looks fun I want to try, so he does and is actually really good at it. so he ends up streaming the same exact games that revali did and beating his records, and revali would get pissed that his records were getting broken, and thus the rivalry was born!

what daruk does as a streamer or youtube still escapes me though like i just don't know what he would do. i can't even see him streaming KDJHFKJD like what would he do? maybe make reviews videos about old gaming systems, retro games, or reviews on his favorite restaurants or something LOL feel free to offer any ideas for him bc i'm lost lowkey

my brain is stewing with ideas for growing sexual tension between streamers revalink...... imagine them slowly starting to do collab streams together........ collab videos........ the champions going to twitchcon and doing a panel...... revalink meeting irl right before twitchcon because champion meetup and not knowing what to say because wow they're even more attractive irl....... revalink sexual tension in the airbnb all the champions are staying at because link got out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist because he forgot his clothes and revali's eyes bulging out of his head 😭 UGH I THINK I MIGHT WRITE THIS AS AN ACTUAL AU HAHAHAHA

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #amihan's headcanons #ask #streamer au #THIS HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL TBH #i wanna write revalink streamers so bad now....... #thank u anon for indulging encouraging and also enjoying this idea #could you imagine the amount of ship wars there would be between zelinkers miphlinkers SIDLINKERS and revalinkers in this au 😭 #someone has gotta write the “heat waves” revalink fic in this au i swear to god #the revalink fandom would start off small and it would be a rarepair first but then when revalink start interacting more and collabing #people are converted into revalinkism because of revalink's lowkey flirty banter #losing their shit when revalink sit next to each other at the twitchcon champions panel and flirt even harder #internet would explode when revalink announce they're actually dating though #i'm so into this au omg