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whisperedgiggles · 7 months

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The raspberry war

Also on Ao3!

Steven and Connie were enjoying an afternoon on the beach, taking in the sun and the sweet scent of seawater. Steven was entranced by the GamePal that Connie had gotten him for his birthday, playing a puzzle game about a detective and his potato-loving dog. Connie was reading a tense medical drama that she'd borrowed from her mom's shelf. Whenever the action got really tense, she had a habit of tapping her fingers on Steven's gem, which occasionally drew a giggle out of him, and an apology from Connie. At one point, Steven made an error in judgement. the mistake? Saying "That's the worst cause it only tickles a little."

To which Connie replied. "Oh sorry, I can ramp things up if you want." A dangerous smirk had crossed her face.

Before Steven could take it back, Connie was on him, squeezing and poking his sides, scribbling her fingers around his gem--truly a ruthless tickle attack.

Steven's surprised squeal was eaten up by his rolling laughter as he desperately swatted at Connie's hands.

"Wait! Cohhahannieee Stahhap! Not under the gem! You mohohonster!"

"Yes, yesss," She teased, "A horrible, hungry tickle monster!"

"H-ha-hungry? Do you, ah! Do you want l-like a snahhahack or--"

"Nah, I got this." in a flash of speed that rivaled Pearl in combat, Connie blew a truly dreadful raspberry right where Steven's gem met his stomach. Steven's back arched and he slipped into silent laughter. Connie sat back and let him catch his breath. It took Steven a second to recollect himself.

"Geez Connie, that might have been worse than when Amethyst--"

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" the Amethyst in question shouted as she landed next to them, seemingly coming out of nowhere. "You're not just going to give the title to Connie! Not if I have anything to say about it."

Steven had dealt with many dangerous and terrifying things in his 16 years, butt in this moment, the fear of death hit him like a truck.

"W-wait, Amethyst I didn't mean--"

"What title?" Connie asked, looking around as if to figure out where Amethyst came from.

"Best. Steven. Tickler. I took it from Garnet when he was eight, ain't no way I'm giving it up without a fight."

Steven looked directly at the camera and squinted. Then Amethyst was on him, her hands a blur of ticklish ferocity. Steven tried to crawl backwards and escape, but the gem was too fast for him. She finished off with an evil, dastardly raspberry that once again sent Steven into silent hysterics.

Now the thing about Connie is that she always felt drawn to be the best, possessing a competitive spirit that her parents instilled into her very early in life.

"That all you got?" She challenged, much to Steven's horror.

"Wait Connie you can both--" Unfortunately, the reasonable rest of that sentence was cut off by Steven's roaring laughter as Connie attacked him with another raspberry. And another, and another...and then Amethyst joined in again, meaning twice the raspberries for poor Steven. This went on for some time before Steven finally had his fill, created a bubble around himself, and hamster-wheeled his way down he beach, away from his tormentors.

Connie and Amethyst regarded each other for a moment, before Connie piped up: "...Tie?"

Amethyst nodded. "Yeah alright. You wanna chase after him to freak him out anyway?"

Connie smiled.

#tickle fic #ticklish steven universe #raspberries

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ruby-2f9-7xd · 5 months

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I have a rough rough sketch of Raspberry and I would love to d.m. the screenshot and hear your feedback.

I accidentally put too much detail in the hair but I'm definitely leaning into the whole raspberry shape vibe. She kinda looks like rebel Marie Antoinette so far but I haven't shaped her outfit yet.

Her legs were tough because they needed to be stronk like Rose, but she also sounds like she's wear Yellows power boots because class, but mobility, so thicc ass muscles would be distributed differently. I've got color codes for her 'fit and will likely start roughs for her pearl soon.

No promises because it's thanksgiving, I'm disabled, and my family has like five mandatory things going on from Thurs-Sunday. I'm just trying to prep and not have a tonic clonic lol.

WOOOOO I’M REALLY EXCITED TO SEE THE FINISHED PRODUCT! also: take as much time as you need! It’s hard focusing on something when busy so I understand, I’m just happy someone’s drawing my idea!!! thank you again‼️

#steven universe #gem oc #steven universe oc #gemsona #steven universe fanart #so much pink #raspberry #pearl #zirconia

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torusauza · 9 months

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Raspberry Diamond, gemsona of @citrinofull

#steven universe #gemsona #raspberry diamond #diamond

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abrosexualvagabondcookie · 2 years

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@harpystrings suggested that RaspMilk was basically SteVonnie so I decided to do a scene redraw.

Sorry it’s pretty bad, I’m doing a “Shenpai is gonna do better art” arc

#cookie run #milk cookie #raspberry cookie #milkrasp #raspmilk #Steven universe #SteVonnie #steven x connie

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two-sides-halved · 2 years

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@erisdiamas | Continued

Raspberry Tart huffed as he knew there was another song from the pink gem. If Gem Steven were witness to this memory, he wondered if this would lessen the rage toward Spinel, or further reinforce it.

"Wh-what about this place do you remember, Spinel?" He asked holding her shoulder to show he was right by her side... hoping that she'd understand that he was doing his best to show his care and support to the gem that reset his family back to square one, after all she's upset, and he wants to know what caused it. "This was a special place, just for Pink and I." She replied, happily reminiscing, "She used to come here to spend time with me, talk about her day... over time when she got her colony she visited less and less often." Spinel replied, looking down. "... ok... i'm right here if you need a shoulder to cry on, or a hug." He offered. Spinel took a breath shaking her head, she needed to get it out of her head, her gem glowing showing the hologram of her memories much like Pearl. "Here in the garden, let’s play a game, I’ll show you how it’s done." The hologram of Pink, while the hologram of Spinel replied, "this’ll be so much fun!" Spinel now talking to Steven in her sing song voice, "And then she smiled, that’s what I’m after, the smile in her eyes, the sound of her laughter, happy to listen, happy to play, happily watching her... drift away" She sighed the hologram showing a calendar flipping through pages and pages "Happily waiting, all on my own, under the endless sky, counting the seconds standing alone as thousands of years go by..." The garden in the hologram aging while Spinel, just stood there in the same position for years on end, the garden unkempt, roots keeping her in the place she hadn't moved in years, her heart shaped buns drooping sadly, the little cute fasteners dropped from her hair and on to the floor, yet she still had a smile on her face. "Happily wondering, night after night, is this how this works? Am I doing it right? Happy to listen, happy to stay, happily watching her ... drift away." Steven frowned watching the other walk away from him the hologram before them fizzing out, he made sure to follow the other as she sang her somber song. "You keep on turning pages, for people who don’t care, people who don’t care about you." Spinel giving Steven a withered flower, as she continued her song. "And still it takes you ages, to see that no one’s there, see that no one’s there, see that no one’s there, everyone’s gone on without you." Steven muttering under his breath, "we are in a dome out in space... where did that gust of wind come from??" He paused, shaking his head, looking over to Spinel as she continued. "Finally something, finally news, about how the story ends..." The communicator that sat on the pedestal, fizzled back to life playing the message from before announcing Gem Steven's stepping down as Pink Diamond and a little promo for little homeschool. "She doesn’t exist now survived by her son and all of her brand new friends... Isn’t that lovely? Isn’t that cool? And isn’t that cruel?! And aren’t I a fool to have, happily listened, happy to stay, happily watching her" Spinel's gem glowed, the heart flipping upside down as she continued singing, "driiiift, driiiift, driiiiiiiiift, away." She huffed her form, her hair unfurled into their more wild pigtails, her round puffed sleeves turned into longer spiked ones, the little hearts on her gloves popped up into spikes... her outfit growing darker to match her more upset and bitter look on life. "Oh Spinel.... I can't believe mom would do that to you... ehh, actually I can... she was really stupid and didn't really think things all the way through.... I'm sorry that this happened to you." Spinel turned to him, sniffling, "Well, now you got me here.... I suppose you want to keep me here like your mother would have wanted... use your plant powers to keep me chained up here." (1/?)

#why now ~ [ raspberry tart rps ]#cheeseburger backpack ~ [ human steven rps ]#your new bestfriend ~ [ alt baby spinel rps ]#isnt that just swell ~ [ alt spinel rps ]#erisdiamas

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eunoiaastralwings · 4 months

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Your Baby’s Weird but Amusing Obsession

featuring bucky x wife!reader with their son

fandom mcu- tfatws era ?

a/n dont ask me why i just did - it was too cute not to writ. reader is lowkey my oc - am sorry. . . and btw - you can NOT unconvince me Bucky will not name his son after himself - personal headcanon you can not undo that for me - HE SO WANTS HIS JAMES JR XD

warnings just fluff. just before you read just know am dyslexic

You were playing mat with yours and Bucky’s 2-month baby boy as Bucky came in.

His son immediately looks up at Bucky and chortles a few giggles – seeing his dad and 2-month-old baby holds up his tiny arms at Bucky.

Bucky’s face brightens up when he sees them – and his bright blue eyes soften.

He walks forward and kneels on one knee next to the play mat and carefully picks him up and places him in his arms – before leaning back against the couch while the 3 of them sat on the play mat.

You smile – your heart melting at the exchange.

They had named their son James Steven Barnes, after Bucky’s first name of James and of course Steve, or Cap’s name for his middle name– but you took the liberty of nicknaming your son Jay – while you were at it.

You laugh as just as immediately Bucky had picked up their son, his toothless gums were instantly on Bucky’s vibranium arm.

Jay had a strange obsession with his dad’s metal arm – for some reason or the other he just loved it.

Bucky glances at you – but since you offered no assistance – his eyes then drift back to his son chewing on his arm, brow furrowed in contemplation.

Jay chortles a few giggles at his dad – his saliva dripping having left a slobbery grip on his dad’s arm. You couldn't help but throw you head back and laugh.

Bucky looks a tad bit annoyed and tries to pry the baby off his vibranium arm.

“That's not food, son. It’s metal.”

He says.

You couldn’t help but snicker at the sight.

Bucky sighed and tries to pry off his baby’s slobbery grip – giving you a little scowl.

“Jay, c’mere. Let daddy have his arm back.”

Bucky says – as he tried and cooed a little to Jay.

Jay only chortles a few giggles – his bright blue eyes looking up at his dad as if he as content in this manner.

You couldn't help but snicker again as Jay refused to let go – the kid was too strong.

This happened every time, Bucky picked him up.

“Give me my arm back, Jay.”

Bucky says – this time, his tone of voice was a little sterner – but low not wanting to scare his baby, of course.

The baby only giggles and chortles – but still doesn’t let go.

“You’re son’s so weird!"

You giggled – now finally leaning to help get your 2-month son’s toothless gums off your husband’s metal arm – but Jay continued to leave a slobbery grip on his dad’s vibranium arm.

Bucky chuckles – despite his annoyance.

“He got that from his mother.”

He teases.

He then reaches down and attempts to pry Jay off his metal arm again.

You raised an eyebrow taking your hands away.

“Do you want my help or not?”

You smirked.

Bucky shakes his head – smiling.

“No, I’ve got this.”

He then tries again to pry your son off his arm – but still fails.

“Ok!”

You shrugged leaning back to watch as your 2-month son continued to leave his slobbery grip his dad’s metal arm.

“Jay, c’mon. Give back daddy’s arm.”

Bucky asks – sounding a little frustrated now.

“Jay, be nice.”

Bucky says.

The baby still doesn’t let go of his dad’s arm.

“C’mon, Jay.”

He says - trying once again to pry him off.

After a minute – you amusedly shakes your head.

“Hey, my baby, come here!”

You cooed softly holding out your hands to your little son – as you puckered your lips to kiss his cheek as you gently picked up your 2-month baby off Bucky.

Bucky laughs – watching the scene, shaking his head as he wipes off Jay’s saliva off his metal arm with a tissue.

“So, the kid will give me a hard time but listen to you?”

He puts his arm on your shoulder.

You smirked.

“I’m the favorite!”

You say – blowing raspberry kisses on Jay’s cheek.

The baby giggles and blows raspberries back.

“Yeah, I guess you are. Can’t blame the kid, though. You’re pretty great.”

Bucky says – smiling at his wife.

Once again – he puts his arm on your shoulder, hugging you to his side.

You giggled and cooed your little 2-month baby.

“Mama’s the best!”

You say.

Your baby stares at you for a moment – then chortles and giggles, blowing more raspberries at you.

“See?”

You smirk – turning to your husband.

"Yeah, I get it.”

Bucky sighs, rolling his eyes and chuckles

Jay blows more raspberries at you – and you respond by blowing more raspberries at him.

Bucky laughs.

“You two are adorable.”

He says – watching his little family.

@winterarmyy-too - if you're interested <3

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afewproblems · 4 months

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Christmas Party Wish Part One

After The Christmas party, Steve manages to avoid everyone for all of two days before Robin shows up at his front door, ready to knock it down.

He crosses from the kitchen and into the foyer just as Robin starts yelling.

"Steven Marie Harrington, you open up this door or so help me--"

Steve rolls his eyes, pulling the door inward quickly enough that Robin loses her balance and nearly topples onto the inside floor mat. If not for Steve's quick reflexes she would be face down in a heap, he tells her as much with a sly grin as he helps her to stand.

"And whose fault would that be? Nice way to treat the person who is here to help you out Dingus," Robin huffs, brushing off imaginary dust from her shoulders while Steve moves aside to let her in.

"Merry Christmas to you too Rob," Steve says tugging her towards himself. He sighs as she immediately wraps her arms around his neck, content until she blows a long wet raspberry into his check. Steve drops her with a yelp and wipes away the wet mark she left behind with grinning lips.

"That was for ignoring my call," she says with narrowed eyes, "you were supposed to come for supper on Christmas day remember?"

She shrugs off her blue parka before lifting each foot to pull off her snowy boots, Steve takes the coat and tosses it over the back of the closest chair and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I know," he manages after a beat, sighing as Robin scoffs. She turns on her heel and wanders into the kitchen, leaving Steve to trail after her.

"I can only assume it's because you had other plans, you can't have possibly ignored my call for some other reason, hmm?"

Steve lifts his head to stare at the ceiling and count to five.

The thing that Steve both loves and hates about his best friend is her ability to read him through and through and call him on his shit. He'd hoped to have at least a little more time to wallow in self pity though.

"You've been wallowing for two days Steve, and I know it sucks," she chews her lip for a moment before sighing, "I'm sorry about the wish game, I feel like it's my fault".

Steve shakes his head and moves to the fridge. He opens it and reaches inside for two cans of cola before turning and using his foot to nudge the door closed again. He stacks the cans, holding them both with one hand and he moves to the pantry, grabbing an old open tube of Pringles, before making his way back to the kitchen island.

"Nah," he says eventually, "it wasn't your fault, if anything it proved why I was right not to say anything".

Steve places Robin's cola and the chips on the counter beside him and cracks the tab on his can with one hand as he leans heavily against the edge. He takes a long swig from the can, pounding his chest as he finishes to release a long burp.

Robin grimaces and swats at Steve's bicep as she grabs her own can and hops up onto the counter next to Steve.

"Dis-GUST-ing," she enunciates, wrinkling her nose, "and it doesn't prove anything Steve, of course Eddie would wish for his band to succeed, he doesn't even know you're on the table".

"And besides," Robin continues, gesturing to Steve with the can, "Nancy and Jonathan don't know that I'm a friend of Dorothy and we've known each other for over a year now. You've known them for three years and haven't said anything either, Dingus, so why would Eddie feel comfortable sharing something like that in front of everyone?"

And, huh, well what Robin says does make a lot more sense than the rambling depressing thoughts that he's been playing on repeat since their movie night.

He and Eddie have gotten a lot closer since they escaped from the Upside Down for the last time. Since Steve managed to carry him out of hell and got them to the hospital in time.

And Steve has been trying so hard for months not to expose himself, to show the most vulnerable parts of his heart to someone that could stomp on it as easily as Nancy did.

But Robin has a point.

On the one hand Steve has been protecting himself, and on the other he's also made sure that there would never be a possibility of--

Steve shakes his head, "first of all, I only just figured all of this, Bi-Sectional stuff, out Robin--"

"Bisexual," she sighs as Steve keeps talking.

"Whatever, and second, we have no idea if Eddie swings that way either…I just don't want to take the risk and end up fucking it all up".

Robin stares at him, an unhappy frown marring her normally sweet features. It feels too much like she's evaluating the inside of his mind --though she did always have the uncanny talent of knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"And what would you say if I told you I had a plan?" Robin says slowly, her gaze unwavering still.

Steve meets her eyes for a moment, taking in the smirk and the raised eyebrow. There's a challenge in her expression and Steve knows there's nothing for it but to listen to what she has to say.

"I'm going to regret letting you in today aren't I?" Steve says as he lifts his can towards her own.

Robin answers with a wide grin and knocks her can into his with a metallic click.

"Don't you always? Anyways," she clears her throat and looks at him with a mischievous smirk, lifting her hands into the air and wiggling her fingers, "I'm thinking, are you ready? New Year's Eve!"

"No--"

"New Year's Eve Steve, come on!" She insists as Steve grazes on a stack of chips from the Pringles tube.

"All we need to do is invite everyone over, Eddie included, to Casa Harrington for a little New Years Party," Robin continues, ignoring the eye roll Steve sends her way, "with enough liquid courage you'd have another opportunity to actually talk to Eddie, confess your feelings, and Boom! Maybe even get a midnight kiss out of the whole thing!"

Steve stares at her wide eyes and wider grin, forcing himself to keep his expression blank.

"So, just to be clear," Steve says eventually, around a mouthful of chips. Robin exaggeratedly gags and snatches her own stack from the tube.

"Your plan is for me to host another party and talk to him".

"Well, yeah--"

"...Robin, that's not a plan, that's a repeat of what already happened," Steve groans as he puts down the chips and runs his hands over his face until they've tangled into his hair.

"No, no, nuh uh, because you didn't say jack shit to him all night," she huffs, gently pulling his hands down, "the crucial difference my sweet bozo, is that you are actually going to tell him how you feel this time".

"How am I supposed to do that with my ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend, and everyone else here smart ass," he counters, letting her continue to hold his hands in her own smaller ones.

She rolls her eyes but squeezes his fingers as she continues, "it will be easy to get him alone, come on, you could tell him you want to give him his Christmas present in your room, you could ask him to go for a smoke outside, you could show him the basement stereo and your ridiculous music collection, must I go on while you don't write this down?"

With every suggestion Steve feels a surge of warm affection for his friend and allows for a fond grin to replace the skeptical frown on his face.

"Do I have to do all of those or should I pick one?" Steve asks, lifting his now free hands to protect his face as Robin whips her own at his chest and head.

"How you were ever considered a ladies man, I will never know," Robin says, though the words are rather undercut by a laugh that turns into a giggle as she finds a particularly ticklish rib and begins her assault.

"You are a fucking menace birdie," Steve manages to say as he catches the offending hands and steps away from the counter and his friends attack.

"You love it," she scoffs, stealing another chip and crunching it loudly as though to make her point.

And he does, Steve thinks to himself.

They have five days to figure out the final details, and Steve can't help but move back to the counter to swing an arm around her shoulders.

Because when in doubt, he can always count on Robin.

"Okay, New Years it is".

#afewproblems writes #steve harrington #robin buckley #i missed writing these two so much #platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #holiday steddie #holiday fic #part two christmas wish #robin and steve are chaotic siblings and no one can tell me otherwise #i saw someone asked for a part two and a part three so here we are #feels good to be writing again #the final part of the halloween au is coming along still so hopefully people are also excited for that haha #please support by commenting and reblogging

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hwatermelons · 9 months

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unconventional gender neutral terms of endearment ^^

(mostly made this cause my drafts always have "baby" a million times and then i replace them lol)

- pretty (as in pretty girl/boy, but without the gender word attached) - starlight/my star, sunshine - honestly if you put "my" before anything it could probably work as an endearment - animals: firefly (got the idea from sufjan stevens), bunny, dove, mouse, hamster, hummingbird, penguin, monkey 😭, kitten (this one's kinda popular) - flowers: tulip, rose, sunflower, a flower that's special between your characters - fruits/vegetables: pumpkin, bean, mango, lychee, kiwi, peach, nectarine, apricot, berry(!!), blueberry, strawberry, raspberry, cherry, etc - sweets! a special weakness of mine is sweets from the person saying the endearment's culture. like if someone who was also indian called me their kaju katli i'd melt (but probably not laddu unless it's clear they're teasing and i get back at them 💀). maybe runs the risk of being cringey tho? honestly as long as it's from the sayer's culture and suits their personality it's fine - examples of sweets that don't belong to a certain culture: cookie, brownie - nature: snowflake, raindrop?? (i guess it works if your character has something to do with water), sprout, sapling

and here's some classic gn terms of endearment if your character's more into that: - darling (i see this as a perfect alternative to princess/prince) - love/my love - lovely/beautiful - baby/babe (can be used in both cute and teasing/suggestive moods) - angel (personal favorite of mine!) - dear (it's so "grown old together" vibes, i'm in love with this one for this purpose) - honey, honey pie, sugar, sweet(ie). honestly if they're used for s/os, it feels kinda old-fashioned. but for parent figures saying it to someone much younger that they care about, children or otherwise? (i'm imagining a southern (from america) beekeeper with no children or spouse of her own who sells her famous honey to buy food for the small army of orphaned children that shows up on her front porch every morning for breakfast. and these are the kinds of things she'd call them. perfection.)

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minispidey · 6 months

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if you do one shots, could you do one where bimbo gf (reader) and steven get halloween costumes. i’ll try to explain best i can, but reader puts bag of their costumes in the bathroom . reader got a playboy bunny, but it is still in the bag. reader tells steven to change into costume but steven gets confused and changes into the playboy bunny one and is very flustered. ik this is a very long request but i NEED more bimboxsteven

YOU'RE A BUNNY, DUH!

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader.

warnings: suggestive content, bimbo is really horknee okay??

a/n: hi babes! ty for requesting this! had to do this before october ended for halloween because duhhh it's halloween! i had such a huge writer's block (plus i got sick) and this is as good as i can write at the moment. again, ty for the request! so sorry it's short!

If there's a season your little bimbo heart loved more than spring, it's definitely autumn. The smell of the fresh cold air, the pumpkins, the leaves falling down on your hair, and of course— halloween.

It was your first halloween in London. You planned like crazy to have the best night ever with your boyfriend (which consisted of non stop fucking in your flat at first) and bought costumes for you two to hit up a couple pubs.

Knowing how shy Steven is when it came to how sexy you are, you wanted to wear something revealing. You wanted to drive him crazy and make him fuck you right there at that very moment he looks at you.

"Stevie!" your voice boomed in his flat, following the sound of you shutting his door "I'm back, baby!"

"I'm in bed, love!" he responded. Steven sets his book down and takes off his glasses, watching you walk towards him.

"Hi, Stevie. I missed you so much!" you straddled him and cupped his face "I got your costume~"

"You went shopping for three hours, love. I'm just here. I could've come with you if you wanted." Steven then rests his head in between your breasts, taking in your scent.

"Why don't you go try it on? It's in the bathroom. I'll show you mine later."

"It's that much of a surprise that you left it in the loo? Is it naughty?"

"Later." you began to squeal when Steven began blowing raspberries into your breasts "Stevie! I promise, later!" you giggled before playfully pushing him away.

Steven laughed at your reaction and smiled at you "Alright, alright. If you got me a ghost face costume, you're in for a rough night."

"I'm counting on it~"

"Cheeky."

Steven got up and watched as you lied down in his previous position and smiled. He walked inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me before digging into the pink shopping bag.

His eyebrows furrowed before his eyes widened "What the..." he takes out a pink corset and pink silk panties, along with pink stockings.

"She has to be kidding." Marc says from the headspace. Steven looks up into the mirror to find Marc judging him "No way are we coming out of this place wearing that."

"Come on, she probably looked for it for hours... I don't wanna make her sad..."

"Honesty is the best policy."

"Honesty hurts people sometimes." Steven sighed before taking his shirt off.

"You're serious?!"

"Stevie? You've been in there a while considering all you needed to wear was a sheet and a mask..." you knocked on the bathroom door before pacing back and fourth again, waiting.

The lock of the door clicked and the door opened wide, Steven stepping out in a pink playboy bunny costume, complete with a bunny tail and ears.

You covered your mouth and held in your laugh "Steven?"

"Does it look bad?"

"No no! It's just that..." you giggled "That's actually mine."

"Wait what?" Steven's eyes widened.

You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck "But you know... you look so fucking hot..." you breathed into his neck. Your left leg hooked behind his leg and you started placing kisses along his collar bone.

"L-Love?"

"I want you to fuck me. Right here right now."

Steven froze for a moment before slowly nodding and started to pull down the silk panties and stockings. Your hand stopped him.

"The costume stays on, Stevie... take your cock out."

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant smut #minirevengers requests #x bimbo reader #x bimbo!reader #bimbo!reader

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 8 months

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hii can i req an enemies to lovers jeremiah fic where the reader receives some bad news while they’re at the boardwalk and jeremiah is the only one that notices reader’s mood change and comforts her? thank you! :)

They're not quite lovers, but hopefully this is enough

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Although you had similar personalities, you and Jeremiah never got along. Every summer, you would come to Cousins for Belly’s birthday and the two of you would always get into silly arguments. Last year, the two of you got into a serious karaoke competition which ended with Steven unplugging the karaoke, sick of hearing your showdown of Grease numbers.

‘’It’s your and Jeremiah’s turn,’’ Belly said excitedly, scanning the arcade for a suitable arena of rivalry. A mischievous grin crept onto her face. ‘’It’s a shame there’s no karaoke machine.’’

‘’I think it’s a relief,’’ Steven mumbled, not wanting to revisit that cacophonous memory.

You hit his arm, feigning offense. ‘’Hey!’’

‘’Oh, I think I know.’’ Taylor pointed at a Dance Dance Revolution machine near the pinball games.

This was perfect for you and Jeremiah. You preferred singing than dancing, but you were confident in your ability to win this particular dance-off. With a determined grin, you took your place at the machine, positioning yourself.

‘’Ready to lose?’’ Jeremiah asked, shooting you a cocky smile, his lips curving with unmistakable self-assuredness.

You met his arrogance with a knowing shake of your head, your eyes locked onto the screen in front of you. ‘’Don’t be so confident, Fisher.’’

Ariana Grande’s Side to Side began playing and colored arrows cascaded down the screen, urging you to synchronize your feet. You got this, you told yourself.

Beside you, Jeremiah was fast on his feet and initially appeared to have the upper hand. Yet, as the song progressed, a hint of strain crossed his features, starting to struggle with the speed. The concentrated focus was evident in the furrowed brow he sported, hearing more and more ‘excelent’s and ‘perfect’s popping on your screen.

Belly and Taylor were cheering you, already calling the win while the boys pressed Jeremiah to do better. Unfortunately — for them —, they distracted him more than anything.

Eventually, the last notes of the song echoed and you jumped in triumph, a victory grin plastered on your face as Belly and Taylor rushed over to hug you, adding a second victory to your team.

The competition continued, but first you made a stop for refreshers before braving the outside temperature again.

You grabbed your raspberry lemonade from the counter and went to the side to wait for the others. A chim came from your pocket and you pulled out your phone, seeing an email notification that had just come in. You quickly opened it, and your winning smile fell. You had been waiting for this email since you got in the car with Taylor and Steven, hoping for a positive reply. Sadly, it’s not what you got.

Seeing you frowning at your phone, Jeremiah came over and nudged your elbow. ‘’Why the frown?’’ he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘’You just beat me at Dance Dance Revolution. I thought you would be savoring your victory and rubbing it in my face for the next hours.’’

‘’I didn’t get accepted to the musical camp I applied to,’’ you explained without looking up from your screen, fighting the silly tears that were brimming your eyes. ‘’I worked so hard on my application and audition tape. I really thought I had this…’’

You expected him to laugh at you for applying to musical camp, but he didn’t. Instead, Jeremiah looped an arm around your shoulders and offered you a small hug of compassion. The gesture surprised you, but you didn’t push him off.

‘’Don't let this email ruin your day, okay? It’s their loss,’’ he said, trying to cheer you up. ‘’You’re the best Sandy I even dueted with.’’

You managed to offer a faint smile in response to his sincerity. ‘’Thanks, Jere. You’re not a terrible Danny either.’’

He chuckled softly as he pulled back, the sound like a soothing melody. ‘’Shall we get back to the others, Sandy? Or do we ditch them and go on a ride?’’

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dollmonster · 6 months

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I got Berrie Skies' doll the other day and have been researching her for a few days. There's some things others have already pointed out like the Angus Chiang inspiration behind her CD-skirt and the Brain&Beast aux cable belt. Her bracelet is like a DIY project using recycled key caps and wire. I believe her earrings, which look like screw carabiners, are inspired by Gab Bois. They aren't computer-y but they do fall in line with her theme of recycling hardware. Her shoes are from UV-ZHU's NIKE-deconstruction series, again with a recycling theme. I couldn't find anything that exactly matched her circuit top but I do like Steven Rodrig's piece, Supporting Her Data. I also couldn't find an exact match for her glasses, just a lot of results for y2k shield sunglasses.

Her color theme reminds me of the iMac color Bondi blue, I wish she was a little closer to that color. There was also a line of fruit colored iMacs, including a blueberry color.

On her laptop, Berrie is editing HTML and CSS files which are what websites are made of. CSS files usually define the style of webpages but this file is showing info about google cloud API. I'm not sure if that's supposed to go in a CSS file as I only know how to write basic CSS. The HTML file looks like example code for how the "div align" element works. She might be the designer/programmer for RH's site or the Daily Shadow's website?

Regarding her name, I like the comparisons to the Raspberry Pi, so I've been calling her Berrie Pi :)

#berrie skies #rainbow high #shadow high #mine #berrie pi #rh

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little-worm-grant · 4 months

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Steven's pov: Oh Sausages

692 words / Masterlist.

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Summary: Some lighthearted scatterbrained memories from the mind of Steven Grant and his formative years. Lunchtime edition.

Previously: Steven's pov: Happy Simple Normal Life (Not a necessary read)

Tags: Childhood Memories, Comfort, Fluff, Developing Friendship

The room was abuzz with the noise of conversations going on all around him. Steven didn’t focus on any, or anyone really. Too upset to be paying attention. Even if his favorite pastime was eavesdropping and pretending to be part of a conversation. Today he just wasn’t feeling it.

Staring down at his lunch tray brought back that queasy feeling. In front of him sat eight of the greasiest sausages he’d ever seen and a hamburger beside it. A handful of ketchup packets seemingly sprinkled around like they’d been tossed into the mix. He couldn’t remember picking out any of this stuff, and if he had he’d clearly been on one too many cold medications as of late.

Another boy sat beside him. His words startled him out of his own head. “Sup?”

Steven glanced up at him, unsure why he’d been picked. He didn’t have it in him to ask. “Think they’d let me change my dinner?”

“What’s wrong with your sausages?”

“I don’t really like eating meat.”

“Since when? Every day I’ve seen you pick up as many sausages as they’d let you. I’ve started to think you’re turning into one.”

“I’m not!” He bit back. Realizing he couldn’t remember the last time he’d sat in the lunch hall and did this. Maybe he did eat sausages? His shoulders slumped. “I saw a video about what they do to the pigs. I don’t think I wanna eat meat anymore.”

“Oh.” His companion said. “Well here. Let’s switch. I never have enough for those burgers.”

The other tray was pushed his way. A fruit cup and some veggie sticks looked more tempting than his own tray. Steven didn’t go for anything immediately. Hands under the table pushed his thumbs together a little harder.

“Why are you being so nice?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like. You don’t know me. But you’re giving me your food.”

“We see each other most lunches? I know you used to like sausages and you socked Tom for messing with me that one time. Good enough for me.”

The boy took his tray and used the plastic knife to start splitting the sausages to put on the burger. Using the packets of ketchup to add on top. Steven had to look away. Instead, he focused on the other tray. Picking up one of the baby carrots to toss in his mouth. He was starving. He pried open the sandwich to check what was in that.

“Oh, don’t eat that, it’s ham. You can pick it off though. Make a carrot sandwich or something.”

“A carrot sandwich.” Steven snorted and smiled a little more.

Lunch went down way better than he could have ever imagined. He’d never had anyone try to befriend him before. They talked about anything and nothing. He didn’t eat the sandwich but the fruit and vegetables should be enough to get him through the rest of the day.

Learned his friend had an annoying little sister and he wanted Steven to come to his house and help him with his chores. That involved eating as many raspberries as he wanted while they berry-picked, so he was definitely going to beg his parents to let him go. By the end of it, the lunch hall was looking much emptier and staff were starting to pack up. The bell rang and his friend got up to leave first.

“Good talk. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jake. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Yeah? I mean uh- yeah. Sure thing, sausage boy. Laters gators.” Steven said quickly, getting a laugh. Offering a quick wave before taking both their trays to the cleaning station.

He felt too awkward to have spent a whole lunch with the other kid to correct him now. Didn’t even know his name. It wasn’t like names were a big deal. People got his name mixed up all the time. Could have called him Bob and he’d have answered to it. He felt far lighter in his walk back to class. Excited for the rest of his day. Most of all, he couldn’t wait to go home and tell his mom and dad everything.

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huitzilinthebudgie3 · 8 months

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Nuestra Flor

Summary : Marc had a shitty day…and suddenly there's a Baby waiting at his doorstep………

What's Marc gonna do ? What's a guy to do ?

Notes : I know it's kinda out of order but , my minds kinda like a squirrel and this is kinda theraputic for me. I hope you guys like it , because it's not really what is seen in Para ti Papa..this is just a bit into how i think Marc , Steven and possibly Jake would've handled raising a baby girl.

And i know it's not mentioned but , it is not as canon to the show as it should be…i caught it and Steven and Marc know about eachother….but Jake is still hidden.

So it'll be interesting …..

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Marc was having a shitty day , he was getting home from work. He had to make dinner before Layla got home …he had laundry…a room and bed to clean ….he sighed slumping down onto the couch down and someone was ringing the doorbell. He frowned and sighed walking over to said door as he opened it glancing around to find it empty. Before he was met with small coos…he blinked at the small bundle wrapped in a bright red soft blanket that was wrapped with a teal and gold quilt that supported the baby in the carrier. The baby was blowing raspberries and cooing to itself as it stared at him with a curious look before giggling and kicking it’s small plush toy out of the carrier.

Marc frowned, leaning down to read the note on the baby’s lap, as the baby babbled at him reaching out to touch him as he shrunk back and read the note that had a birth certificate. Social Security and all the paperwork that a baby its age would need to travel.

The note made Marc glance from the note back to the baby as he repeated the action twice before sighing deeply “There is no way , your mine” he murmured before flipping to the next page with a full blown paternity test confirming that he was indeed the father of said baby.

He sighed as he shut the door and getting ready to call the cops to take the baby as he threw the papers down. Well as soon as the door closed , the speed and sound of the old heavy door was enough to make a loud slamming noise that apparently startled the baby as it began wailing at the top of their lungs.

His already shitty day was much worse as it didn’t stop after 5 minutes..nor 10 mins or 15..and at 20 it did stop but , he was curious so sue him. He opened the door to find the baby sniffling as it whined for the small plush. The baby according to her birth certificate was around 4 months old , and according to the note…sent to him as a last resort. To let the little one to get to know her father, as her mother apparently (Shitty mother in Marc’s opinion) couldn’t keep her and knew she deserved better.

So he sighed grabbing his keys to at the very least leave her at the Fire Station. Give her a chance to live a normal life with whichever family member was written on the letter.

And he was mind made up , on the steps of the fire station when the baby babbled softly reaching out with big wide brown eyes touching his hand before giggling at his attention and fixed him with a toothy smile (as much as a 4 month old could manage).

Fate has a really crazy way of throwing you hurdles…for Marc it was Steven fronting as soon as the baby touched his hand. Emotionally he couldn’t handle the idea of his blood in the broken system possibly suffering just as much as he did to someone not related to her or even getting dealt a worse hand as he sighed mentally letting Steven take the reigns. So he decided to take her to a family member and ensure she was safe with said family member.

*2 weeks later*

It was interesting that the baby had appropriate traveling documents , as he stared at the baby . He’d purchased a set of clothes for it according to age and food, it didn’t like the car. He was currently in a diner eating breakfast as the baby cooed happily in his direction …so far other than being car-sick or teething it seemed , it wasn’t a very cry crybaby.

“Aww she’s cute , how old is she ?” Marc quirked a brow “4 months ?” he said as the waitress hummed “Oh i’ll just wait for your mama , pumpkin” she smiled booping her nose as the baby yawned stretching out to bat at her toys hanging from the handle “Oh just us , we’re heading to visit mama” he explained.

The waitress nodded, taking his order as he stared at the baby again “Don’t go getting attached , half-pint. You're going straight back to your mom or whoever's at this address” he said firmly as the baby giggled and kicked in excitement. She babbled in excitement but not yet having the articulation to quite form cohort sentences.

Steven was strongly against taking the baby back to her other family members or back to her own mother. He also called the baby by its name clearly looking to get attached in his opinion.

Marc sighed distracted by his ringing phone that had Layla’s contact…ringing and eventually stopping as another voicemail found it’s way into his contacts. In the grand age of 2008 , this baby couldn’t have chosen a worse time to make their presence known. He glared wondering exactly where this baby came from , Steven had no recollection of being with someone or even getting intimate…which Marc confirmed …as Steven ..had yet to get a girlfriend.

And Marc had only been with Layla for months…except the kidnapped…and drunken portion of the…past few months before Layla had saved him.

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… And suddenly this small being before him made sense…clearly he’d been with someone..he’d put that together a few days ago……………..

But how the hell was he going to explain that one ? To his wife , when it’d been his fault to begin with that he’d taken and more so that ….*sigh* he didn’t have time for this.

The small little being was cute..he had to give her credit for that “Flora..what kinda name is that ?” he murmured as the baby cooed at that reaching out for him “Flora…you look more like a y/n …but i’m not keeping ya..so thats that” he sighed drinking the black coffee as she blew a raspberry his way.

*2 months later*

He finally found the mother of the baby , he was currently trying to talk her into keeping the baby….but she ignored him and kept walking. Refusing to acknowledge him before he set the baby down “Hey i returned her ! I’m married , you psycho !” the woman quirked a brow…she was beautiful in way that was different to Marc.And it hurt Marc…for some unknown reason…well at the time…that he could see how torn she was as she squated down and caressed the baby's cheek. Cooing words of love and affection as the baby giggled , knowing the face and kindness of her mother as she reached out ..probably craving it from a lack of it in a month. He could tell that her soul was hurting as she glared at him “I can’t keep her…she’s your responsibility now.” she said firmly “You must swear that she must never been an avatar” she said softly as Marc snorted “I’m an avatar smart ass” the woman rolled her eyes “Pues si pendejo ! I’m talking about Khonshu…Khonshu has a soft spot. He has no relation to her outside of her being your daughter. My deity is related distantly …and unlike Khonshu…she will never be able to be free of mine. I do not give her to you lightly!” the woman yelled as the baby cried out at that as the woman sighed deeply.

Her anger melting away as she picked her up briefly rocking her gently muttering a small lullaby , Marc presumed as she walked over to him “I can’t have her live my life. And i can tell her soul and heart will be kind…she will be unable to deny her birthright” she sighed softly “And as much i want to keep her and see the person she grows into…i can’t…she can’t be tied to me . I fear he’ll be able to claim her” she said softly “So take , my sweet little flor. And grow her into the strong little rose bush that she will be” she said softly as tears dripped down her cheeks “Because i know my father will , and if you want he can help..but as the current avatar until i have a child or i die..i’ll be the avatar of my god” she sniffled setting the baby into his arms.

Marc hadn’t even realized that he was crying until the woman kissed their daughter cheek and left apologizing once again.

*2 months later*

Marc sighed as he sat in his and Steven’s shared apartment …he let Steven front over…and so far so good. He helped from time to time…and they had the baby and were going to try and get used to her and the idea of her before bringing Layla into this…because it was a pretty fucked situation no matter how you spun it…….

And the baby just barfed on herself…sigh…whelp enough journaling for today.

Talk to you soon , Baby Girl.

I hope you know I love you , and even if i’m not around…and if our start together wasn’t the greatest…i love you , bud…

….My Y/n

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End Notes :

Thank you again for reading , let me know if you like it.

Here's a link to my AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/users/Huitzilinthebudgie

And have a wonderful day or night :)

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two-sides-halved · 2 years

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@erisdiamas | Continued

Raspberry Tart looked over with a chuckle as the performance had taken her out of her train of thought of pestering him to get to the point and to stop the constant reminders that time is running out. Raspberry Tart nodded, "Yes. That is usually the case, humans can't fuse with gems... but Human Steven is no typical human."

Raspberry Tart gently pet over the younger ones head, "I take it for the moment you forgot this was a memory... trust me this wouldn't be the first time that Greg would fall from a great height... and this surely isn't the last time either." He replied.

Human Steven struggled to get up to his feet, his body exhausted. "Rose, I need to help my son please." Greg replied, carfully climbing out of Rose's grip while she followed spotting the son the other was mentioning, she squinted at him, he was Steven, but why is there a strange familiarity with that name then there was before. "Steven, are you ok?" The human Steven breathed heard, "Oh, yea, I'm fine... great really." "Oh that's good." "Stchtuball, now's not the time for sarcasm." Greg replied moving to help up his son, to his feet. "??" Rose was confused now. "Well, If Steven's not hear who's gonna dish out the sass to keep the moral up?" He asked huffing. Pearl looking over, "We should get him home, he hasn't eaten a thing all day." "I have too... I shared an order of mozzarella sticks to teach Amethyst how to eat." "Dude, you had one, out of the whole basket you shared with me." "I still ate something today." "Clearly not enough, now let's get you feed and think of a new plan on how to speed up this massive trip down memory lane so I can have my other son back please." Greg replied, carrying him off stage by himself.

#why now ~ [ raspberry tart rps ]#cheeseburger backpack ~ [ human steven rps ]#dear old dad ~ [ alt greg rps ]#welcome to earth ~ [ alt rose rps ]#super tough in a small package ~ [ alt amethyst rps ]#terrifying renegade ~ [ alt pearl rps ]#here comes a thought ~ [ alt garnet rps ]#erisdiamas

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