#thanks dude you’re a gem :)

[nexysworld]

dude hear me out yall late night drive date with leon that ends spicy it been in my mind alll day

Hi Anon, thanks so much for the request!

Summary: Leon's been antsy since the moment he returned, you just want to help distract him from his thoughts. Pairing: RE4R!Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Pussy eating, fingering, outside spicy time, overstimulation. Mini drabble. WC: 1.2K

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You were concerned by his behavior – Leon had been away for an unusually long time this last mission, and he was restless. From the moment he returned home, he hadn't stopped moving for one minute, constantly pacing around the apartment, bouncing his leg when he sat.

“Are you alright?” “Yeah, I’m ok.” “You just seem on edge.” 

He shrugged it off. “I guess I’m having a hard time mellowing out.” 

You nodded in return, it was obvious whatever happened during the mission was affecting him, and you didn’t want to pry – you just wanted to help. Looking over at the clock it was well past midnight. “Why don’t we go for a drive?” The suggestion seemed to grab his attention, as he perked up a bit. “I know you’re probably thinking of your bike, but that drive-in movie theater opened back up and it’s 24 hours.” “The one all the way off the highway?” “Mhm. I figure, it’s late, you can drive as fast as you want and we can curl up watching the movie.” 

His leg movement stopped as he looked away in thought. “You know what? Let’s do it.”

The drive went exactly as expected, Leon whipping down the highway and a speed that would make a dare-devil cry. You held on to the door for dear life, holding back any anxiety you were feeling, he was in the zone and you weren’t about to stop him. 

You gasp when he halted the vehicle abruptly, tires squealing, as a deer ran past. His arm shot out, hand splaying against your abdomen to help with the recoil. “You alright?” “Yeah, I’m good.” His hand moved down to give your thigh a light squeeze, making you gasp involuntarily. He raised his brow in interest, but didn’t say anything about it, continuing the drive to the theater.

There were no other cars in sight, and the teenager who ran the booth was asleep, large screens were still showing the reels from the projector. Leon pulled to the farthest one at the edge of the theater, parking his Jeep right in front. 

You didn’t recognize the film, but he seemed to be into it – at least you thought so until it started again, his leg bouncing in his seat, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. You swore you’d even caught him glancing over at you several times.

Halfway through the showing, his hand made it back over to your leg, slowly working its way up from your knee to your thigh, before he squeezed it again. “Someone’s jumpy.” He cooed, giving it another one. “You’re one to talk.” “Mhm.” He moved it again this time, between your legs pressing two digits against your clothed heat. A mix between a whine and a hiss escaped you. “Lee! Not here! We’re literally outside.” He added pressure again, chuckling at your response. “No one else is out here sweetheart.” “The ticket booth –” “Is all the way at the front and run by sleeping beauty.” Removing his hand from between your legs, he gripped your chin and turned you to look at him. He connected your lips together heatedly, tongue lapping at your bottom lip before entangling with your own. “Please?” He whispered huskily. “Wanna make you feel good.”

You were never able to deny him – sighing you dared glance up into the blue gems of his eyes. “Fine…lucky I love– “ He cut you off again, leaning over the center console as he kissed you again. He pulled the level on your chair, making the seat fall back and he continued to lean forward not letting your lips go.

By the time he pulled away, you were left breathless and panting, the arousal between your legs throbbing with need. The positioning was awkward with the limited space within the vehicle, but he managed, pulling you so that one leg was dangling over the console as he helped you shimmy out of your pajama pants and undies, exposing you to the cool night air.

He yanked your other leg up and over his shoulder, hunching over the console so that he was face to face with your pussy. You squirmed a bit, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be in the cramped position you were in, un-digging the seatbelt from your back. “Oh fuck –” You gasped when he dove in, not bothering with any teasing licks. He flattened his tongue against your clit, lapping at it as he gripped your hips to hold you in place. “Lee –” Maybe it was the distance from his last mission, maybe it was his eagerness – you weren’t sure, but it didn’t take much for you to cum the first time. He switched it up to circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking the bead into his mouth. Instinctively, one hand grasped at his hair, while the other held tight to the door to ground you. You had expected to return the favor, or at least a break given the way the car must’ve been digging into his arms and chest, but he didn’t move at all. Not a moment later he was back to making out with your pussy like he would die without it – fucking his tongue into you to change the sensation before working his way back to your swollen and pudgy clit, sucking it back into his mouth again. If it weren't for his strong grip on you, you'd have been bucking and kicking with stimulation. Reeling from the second wave of heat that rushed over you, he finally allowed a small break, placing a few kisses to your overstimulated bundle of nerves. “So fucking good for me. Missed this pussy so much.” 

“Leon, please” You begged, hand still tangled in his locks, legs awkwardly splayed apart as they shook. “S’too much.” He looked up at you for the first time, mouth and chin covered in your juices – pupils blown with lust. “C'mon sweetheart, I know you can give me just one more.” Whimpering, your head fell back in pleasure as he returned to your needy cunt. A stream of expletives spewed from your mouth body white hot with pleasure. A crunching sound from behind you caught your attention, you ignored – until there was another, and another, and another – footsteps. “Lee!” You half yelled, half whispered to get his attention, tugging on his hair. He seemed to be lost in his own world, not realizing what was going on. The footsteps getting closer, made you panic and squirm. “Leon there’s someone coming over.” A flashlight reflecting back through the car’s side mirror mixed with the increasingly louder footsteps, finally seemed to catch his attention. He shot up, wiping his chin and tossing the jacket he kept wrapped on the driver’s seat over your lap as you closed your eyes pretending to be asleep. “Excuse me, is everything ok?” It was an older man with the theater’s logo on his shirt. “Someone from a few sections over reported hearing some...sounds.” “Oh yeah, we’re all good.” Leon shot the man a smile and a small wave. “We’ll just be heading out.” Once the sounds of footsteps retreated into the distance, you exhaled and sat up. “That was close, I told you –” “I know, couldn’t help myself though. It’s what I needed.” He leaned over and pecked your cheek. You couldn’t argue with that. “Why don’t we head home and finish things?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He said as he started the engine again.

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[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi Ghost! Mega congrats on 3k!! 🥳can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? Maybe with some sneaking around fun? Thankyou!!

thank you so much!! ngl, i'm very proud of this one. i definitely got carried away, but i swear the smut is there, somewhere amongst the 3k+ words!!! this is really just one long love letter to eddie munson. hope i did your idea justice! also got heavily inspired by taylor swift's song "cruel summer", but what's new?

come party with me!

summertime and stardust (eddie munson x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, raw dog heathen prevails (aka unprotected sex). also a lot of references to mythology. my bad. i think i got too much prose all over my smut. oops.

Hawkins was always boring in the summer, and maybe that’s how the two of you ended up in this predicament. It was a sweltering wasteland of quarries that had started drying up long before July even arrived, and twenty four hour diners that were occupied with waitresses that made it very clear that they were sick of seeing yours and Eddie’s faces before even a week of freedom. Half of the usual hangout spots the two of you had considered hidden gems were quickly overrun by the middle-schoolers and freshmen that now had nothing but time on their hands (Eddie had taken the loss of the Arcade badly). So it was no surprise that you two ended up here, at the shore of Lover’s Lake, side by side on a blanket that Eddie had kept in the back of his van. 

“Which one is that one?” you ask, lifting a finger to trace out a constellation winking down at the two of you. 

“Orion,” Eddie immediately answers, hardly having to squint to make out the stars as you were, “Want to hear the story behind that one?”

“Is that even a question?” 

This is how the two of you had spent the last hour. On your backs, gazing at the stars, exchanging stories and theories that did not belong to either of you. Tales of Greek Gods and Goddesses, smartass remarks and make-believe when one of you couldn’t identify the constellation. There’s nothing else but you, Eddie, and the cicadas this far out of town. A buzz of relief and tranquility to bask in. Every so often, you could make out the lake water lapping at the shore not far from where both your feet rest, Eddie’s stretching past the blanket. 

It was nice. Every night you had spent out here had been very nice.

You turn on your side to listen to Eddie ramble about Orion, somehow both eloquent but still unfairly funny in his side comments of his opinion on the tale. He makes it very clear that he finds Orion to be deserving of losing his sight - “Seriously, fuck that dude!” - and you can only watch on, entranced by the boy and his starry eyes. 

“I think the version where Artemis murked his ass is pretty good, but I also like the idea behind Gaia sending a Scorpion to kill him, because then they’re opposing constellations and sh- Are you even listening to me?” Eddie pauses when you bring a hand up to his chest, fingertips dancing over the damp cotton of his t-shirt. 

You can’t hide the small smile tilting your lips as you nod, biting back giggles, “Oh, absolutely.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, arms crooked up to rest behind his head, biceps straining against the worn sleeves of his t-shirt. You resist the urge to just bury yourself into him, curl against his side and press, press, press until the two of you conjoin, never to separate again. 

“You’re such a fucking liar,” he lowly chuckles, eyes looking back up to the sky as your fingers begin to trace patterns higher, now skimming his barely-exposed collarbones. 

This is how it usually goes. He’s watching the sky, you’re watching him. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the change. 

Everyone in town knew that the two of you are friends; it’s not a secret. You’d met in school, partnered for a chemistry lab, and the rest was history. Everyone knew that you were the first person Eddie showed every new Corroded Coffin song to, and everyone knew Eddie was the last person you spoke to at the end of every day. And surely, they had to know to some extent, that you both reserved your summer nights for each other. 

The change is what they didn’t know. 

Steve and Robin would tease you two when you’d come into Family Video, a new thriller or horror movie always in hand at the checkout. Dustin would make gagging noises when Eddie would dramatically bid you farewell before Hellfire Club would commence, making endless jokes about his wife returning from war, how lonesome he would be now as you walked through the door and out of his sights for the next several hours. Even Mike, even Max, even Joyce, had made off-handed comments about your attachment to each other. 

But they were all always joking. They never saw any purchase in their words, their relentless teasing never serious because they couldn’t fathom a world where those jokes were actually correct. 

They could never fathom the nights you and Eddie would end up cuddling each other while studying, pressed together too tightly to leave space for friendly speculation. They could never fathom the way Eddie would drag you into the darkest corners of the arcade, his hands tight on your hips and your breath brushing his cheek as he nuzzled his way against your neck, teeth and lips alike nipping at you in desperation until you caved and gave him a chaste kiss. They could never fathom the way Eddie had been holding you to him by the end of these nights spent by the lake, pressing his body into yours and reveling in every whimper that was only his to hear. 

No, they couldn’t fathom that half of the story. They knew you two were close, but they didn’t know just how intertwined your lifelines had become with the boy lying beside you. And that was fine, you didn’t care for them to know about those sacred moments laden with secrecy. All you really cared about was that the boy before you was all your summer nights and all your starry skies, brimming with clandestine glances and whispers of worship in moments alone. That was enough for you. Here, in your bubble of privacy by the lake sans persistent cicadas and gentle waves, he was yours. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie murmurs, bringing a hand up to yours that continues to explore his body innocently, intertwining your fingers with his before resting them over his heart. 

It was drumming in his chest – you could feel each beat perfectly, breaking through the Iron Maiden logo and against your skin. After a few moments, your own racing heart synced with his, a quiet rhythm coursing through your veins. You hope he could feel it, too. 

“Just thinking about how it’s just us out here,” you whisper back, voice low and careful not to break this moment. All of the paths, all of the dead-end streets you had both endured, just for moments like this, “How it’s always just us.” 

You mean more than the fact that you never invite anyone else out on your endeavors, but Eddie takes it that way anyway, snorting. 

“You wanna start inviting the guys out here?” he jokes through more laughter, making you attempt to break your hand free from his in order to smack at his chest. He doesn’t let you, though, only tightening his fingers’ grip on yours, “Think that Gareth would like the show? Or maybe Jeff?”

“Stop,” you whine, starting to fight him with your whole body now, still trying to get your hand free. You nearly roll on top of him, your giggles now joining his, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

He doesn’t reply as the two of you continue to wrestle. At some point, he takes his free hand and begins to tickle you, making your giggles turn into awful screeches, echoing in the warm, stale air around the two of you. You twist and twist and twist, trying to get away from his merciless grip. You’re no longer holding hands, him now utilizing both to attack your sides before moving toward your armpits.

“Don’t!” you gasp out, realizing what he was about to do. He’s on his side now, you flat on your back as he begins to hover over you, “Edward Munson, don’t you dare!” 

But he does dare. And even as you’re slapping at his shoulders, even when he overexaggerated how much your knee knocking against his thigh hurt, even when the weight of him presses you down into the blanket and threatens to bury you into the soft dirty of the small-town beach, you know it in your heart – there is no where else you’d rather be in this moment. 

The compromising position that results from the ridiculous tickling and wrestling is welcome, Eddie’s body heavy between your legs as his torso drapes over yours. Your face-to-face with him, now looking in those dazzling brown eyes for constellations rather than the sky above. 

His grin from the entire interaction has begun to ache, but it doesn’t falter as he bumps his nose to yours gently, “I’m sorry. I get it, I know what you mean. It’s always been just us,” he pauses before scrunching up his face, rearing up to continue to tease you before he playfully mocks, “You and me against the world, baby.”

You smack at his chest with fruition this time, making a soft oomph fall from his lips that pass over yours, “I was just trying to be sentimental, you dick.” 

The grin finally falls away, but the corners of his eyes stay crinkled, “I know.” 

When his lips finally meet yours, it’s like a breath of fresh spring air. You’re no longer in Hawkins’ muggy summer weather, instantly transported somewhere far away where the sun is just warm enough for comfort, where the breeze is just soft enough to wrap around your shoulders like a favorite blanket, where every strawberry is the sweetest and nothing will ever hurt. 

The world can be cruel, both in heat waves and hurting souls, but he never is. He’s a sanctuary – he’s your sanctuary. 

His sickly sweet kisses continue, taking your breath away in a willing way, leaving both your lips shades of summer blooms and spring flowers. His tongue is a welcome prodding, almost as if tending to your garden as he tries to get the two of you even closer. It’s not possible, but it doesn’t stop either of you; chests crush together as foreheads clash, and you yearn for a world where you could just curl up beneath each other’s skin, clamber your way into his chest and nestle right beside his pounding heart.

Only Artemis knows that he’s already made residency in yours, decorating your ribs and lungs with his flowers of adoration. 

Between desperate breaths and needy hands, hips beginning to roll and curse the clothing you two have yet to get rid of, you silently wonder where the two of you will end up in this lifetime. You hope it’s amongst the stars. You hope your constellation can find his across the night sky. 

 “Baby,” he begs. You don’t know what he’s begging for – for closeness, for your legs to fall further open and welcome him home, for you to swallow him whole with all the love pounding just beneath the surface of you – so you can only kiss him back with more urgency. 

The urgency follows through both of your movements. Urgency is what removes his shirt, your hands shaking as his chest is exposed to you in the moonlight. Urgency is what unbuttons your shorts, prickles of thorns when his fingertips make contact with your nude hip. Urgency is the slip of his hand into your panties, fingers curling and swirling in every right pattern to have you preening against him. 

“Off,” you plead with him once he has you down to just your underwear and him just his boxers. Your palms rack down desperately over the waistband before trailing down to his bulge, fevered movements earning more purpose as you press down on him and elicit a moan. 

He recovers his composure, only to shake his head down at you, curls ticking your cheeks, “Ever heard of a thing called patience, sweetheart?” 

“Fuck patience,” you immediately argue, pulling yourself back from his lips fully, eyes meeting and lips slick with each other’s spit, “We have the entire summer to be patient, Eddie. Just… Just fuck me. Please.” 

You awakened something in him with those words, you saw away whatever restraint he was holding onto so tightly. These nights always ended the same way, but they never felt the same. 

Familiarity waits in the shadows as each graze of his skin against yours ignites something new in you. New flowers, new petals, new budding growths that scream that this can’t last for just the summer. Whatever this is, as he removes your panties and his boxers, is not just a coming and going on the seasons. It’s not just a constellation only to be seen in the quiet of the night by two lovesick fools sneaking off to observe it. The heat of the summer that frizzes both your hair and his repeats it, the cooler breeze that rolls off the lake behind you guys encourages it. It may have taken the summer to tend to it, but this is only the beginning of it. Not the end – never the end.

And he fucks you like he knows it, too. He can hear the whispers of it all, telling him to pull you closer, telling him to take his time as he pushes into you and feels your walls stretch around him. It isn’t quite patience, it isn’t quite cruelty. It’s just you, and it’s just him. 

“Fuck,” he moans out once he’s fully sheathed inside you, cock pulsing as your wetness tightens on him. Really, it’s a shame that no deity will ever experience the devotion you feel pouring off of him as his mouth falls open for you, as his head rolls back and his eyes flutter close. He’s devoted to you – he’s yours just as you’re his, “Always so wet for me, baby. Always so good.” 

He finds a familiar rhythm to have you both gasping and groaning, and it still feels brand new. The way you feel him deep in your stomach, the way your thighs quiver and his abdomen tightens. It is all always new and it is all always euphoric. 

If you lift your eyes to find the stars above you almost winking at you, you can feel that he’s not fucking you as you’d requested; he’s making love to you. He is confessing his past sins and he is professing that he’d spend the rest of his days here, inside you, against you, with you. 

The roll of his hips don’t stay slow for long, though. You both know the love is there, and you both know what the two of you need. Eventually, soft confessions and loud professions become slapping of skin on skin, teeth knocking as you try to keep your lips on his. You swallow every moan and he grabs every mewl. You can feel his hands on your waist, your hips, your thighs. He is everywhere all at once, and it still isn’t enough. 

It’s not enough until his movements stutter, until his voice has grown hoarse from calling out your name for only the two of you to hear. Your nails rake down his back at some point, and you know that come tomorrow night, beside the lake, you’ll be tracing fading red lines that spell out a clear message: he belongs to me because he chose me. 

Your walls flutter around him and he knows without you saying a single word other than ramblings of his name that you’re close.

“Cum for me,” he’s begging again, lifting above you and looking down with wide, wet eyes, “Fuck- I- Please cum for me, baby. Need you to cum. Please.” 

You whine out in response, head tilting back into the grass around the edges of the blanket, consumed by him. Your ears ring as your vision blacks, the last image you see being his face contorted in pleasure, and you can’t decipher whether it’s the lake again that you hear or simply your own waves meeting his shore. 

The echoes of his voice surround you. 

“Just like that, sweetheart.”

“Doing so good for me.”

“Always such a good girl.” 

When his own high has its hold on him, his head is falling to your shoulder, his nose buried into your sweet spot behind your ear as you listen to every grunt and moan. He holds you painfully close, like he’s scared that maybe this is the end. You ponder bruises in the shapes of roses forming on your hips as he buries deep in you and he paints your walls with warmth, with devotion, with something unspoken only between the two of you. 

He collapses on top of you in the afterglow. Savors the moment, lets his lips pucker against your salty skin slick with sweat no longer just from summer. His own hair is matted at the knape of his neck, his cheeks, his forehead. 

You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your chest. It’s overflowing, mingling with the still crying cicadas. He lifts his head and glances up at you, smiling shyly. 

“What?” 

You continue to laugh, unable to answer him, as he pulls out and cleans you up with his t-shirt. If you weren’t so delirious with unbridled delight, you’d scorn him. 

He doesn’t bother with redressing as he rolls to his original side of the blanket, laying on his back and wrapping his arms around you to pull you into him, “What’s so damn funny, my beautiful girl?” 

You think Artemis, maybe even Orion, would smile down at the sight of the two of you. Perhaps Gaia is sending her well wishes to the love-stricken look you two exchange in the form of a breeze that doesn’t bring more heat, only relief, only sanctuary. 

“We are not inviting Gareth or Jeff out here, ever,” you finally explain breathlessly, “This place is for just us, Munson.” 

He joins you in your lingering giggles, his chest shaking with them more than he vocalizes them as your cheek finds his heart and presses into his cheek. 

Whatever this is, label or not, is good. And it is only the beginning, never the end. Whether the others will ever know or not, the two of you always will, and that’s all that matters for the time being. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, holding you just a little bit tighter, “Always just us, you heathen.” 

He brings a finger to your chin, tilting your face up. When he kisses you, it tastes like summertime and stardust, just as it should.

#3k celebration #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #got very carried away i am so sorry #I TRIED I SWEAR #i love eddie so much it aches #not edited what's new #taylor swift inspired WHAT'S NEW

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello! could i have headcanon request for the dorm leaders where their s/o accidentally drank alcohol that makes them drunk, (cuz they mistook the drink thinks its a juice didn't know it was actually a alcohol) and then they didnt notice their boyfriend, they think he's a random dude then they suddenly babbling about their boyfriend.

Y/N: Hey..*hic* let me tell you something....do you know i have a amazing boyfriend..? *hic* He's..*babbling about their looks, how much they love him and so on * and that's why i love him! oh..did i talk too much..? I apologise if i am ahaha..!

Dorm Leader(s): No i don't mind at all, keep going, tell me more about him. *secretly blushing/smiling/smirking/amused*

Oh this is interesting, thank you for the ask! I feel like you would get into trouble if a faculty found out so let’s hope this was done secretly!

Dorm Leaders find you drunk

Riddle

He’s more concerned that you even tasted alcohol, and he’s not happy when he is called to help you

He tries to get you to move off the couch, but they are near impossible to budge. You look at him and suddenly start to laugh. He scrunches his face, what was funny about this situation?

“Y-you know...there’s this really cute guy I date...you’ll never know how adorable he is when he gets angry haha-“ “Y/n you’re drunk what are you saying”

He won’t stop you from going on babbling about him, he might like it too, if only his face didn’t turn red of embarrassment right away.

Leona

Man, he didn’t think you would drink for some reason, and he warned you about you getting drunk but here you are.

He doesn’t bother trying to get you to move, you two were in his room and you were on the floor. He just doesn’t want you on his bed because he’s going to sleep there haha. Suddenly, you roll over and look at him with a lazy smile, he raises an eyebrow when he sees you.

“Oh man *hick* there’s this super sexy guy...aha...I have for my boyfriend...an absolute king I swear!” you start to ramble, and he’s honestly surprised. Do you know who you’re talking to?

“Go on, I like praises,” he smirks, leaning into his bed and closing his eyes. You completely ignore him and keep rambling on, he’ll tease you about this tomorrow, even if you have a headache.

Azul

He doesn’t know how to feel knowing you’re drunk in his office (the tweels gave you juice but you accidentally grabbed the alcohol that they secretly brought)

He pushes up his glasses, sighs, and starts his attempt to move you. He rolls you over and pick you up in his arms like a princess. Then you start talking.

“Aw, I was hoping m-my cute boyfriend would be back...I wanna kiss his soft lips right now...You, urgh, you know A-Azul? Yeah, the sexy octopus? I’m his partner and man I am soooooooooooo lucky-“ “S-stop that y/n! You’re embarrassing me!”

He’s so red in the face and he feels his heart racing. Did you really think this way? He’s the one that’s lucky what are you talking about! He doesn’t stop you, he would’ve wanted to act like Leona where he could have been suave about the praises but instead he’s a mess.

Kalim

You drank alcohol? What?! He’s trying to get you out of the party in another dorm and he’s asking if you’re drunk.

Jamil’s there to help too, and he’s the one chastising you for your over-drinking. But then you look over at Kalim who’s trying to help you walk and you start giggling. Kalim looks at you in a confused way and Jamil sighs.

“Do you know Kalim? You know, the-the son of Asim? He’s an absolute gem...*hick* please he’s the best boyfriend I could ever ask for...he has the bright *hick* brightest smiles...he is soooooo cute...” “You’re drunk y/n, stop” Jamil would say.

But Kalim is blushing so hard, and he just starts to compliment you too. “Y/n I’m the one that should be saying that!” the two of you just babble about how much you love each other and Jamil wants to drop you guys off there and leave the two love birds

Vil

You are an absolute mess. Vil sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, and placing one hand on his hip, he sees your drunk state in Ramshackle.

He’s muttering to himself about how you’re ruining your face and your hair by rolling around on the couch like that, and he’s trying to get you to sit up, but then you start talking.

“My boyfriend...you know Vil? The Vil Schoenheit? Oh my *hick* God he’s the sexiest man *hick* alive...not to mention...he-he’s so beautiful doing anything...I-I could stare at him for hours haha...is that weird?”

Vil laughs softly to himself, were you saying this because you didn’t know who you were talking to? Most likely, and he couldn’t believe you were so enthralled at being his partner. “Keep going, what makes you so enraptured by this man?” Man gets such an ego boost like he needed anymore tho

Idia

Panicked. He doesn’t know what to do with someone who’s drunk! He wants to ask Ortho for help but he also doesn’t want Ortho to accidentally grab the alcohol and CHUG it (he’s seen him do it before with his energy drinks, never again)

You two were watching anime together when it happened, and he had no clue where you got your hands on the drink. He’s now trying to get you safe on his bed so he knows at least you will be comfortable when you wake up tomorrow with a hangover. He, on the other hand, vows to just sleep on his desk. Then you grab his wrist (he shrieks) and you start saying something.

“You have no idea how cool my boyfriend is...*hick*....an absolute champ....h-he’s so good at that one-one game, you know the one? Not to m-mention his HAIR, damn like h-his hair is so pretty...”

Idia’s blushing so hard, he just stays sitting next to you as you keep going. He won’t stop you either, and instead starts to ramble about how much he loves you too.

Malleus

You became drunk? Humans are so interesting, and you are definitely a fun one.

He’s sure that you need to have a place comfortable and safe so you can have less of a headache tomorrow, so he just places you on your bed in Ramshackle. He carries you all the way there too! But then you start to talk.

“M-my boyfriend...i-is the cutest thing...*hick*...he’s a-also one of t-the greatest magic users i-in the world...*hick* you know Malleus? Like, like the Malleus? H-he’s more than powerful, he’s j-just so beautiful and s-so nice...never seen such a-a sweet guy...”

“Go on,” he’s amused, he never knew you felt this way. He thinks it’s funny you’re telling him about him and won’t stop you. He might tease you about it later on, but until then, he just thinks you’re really cute rambling on like this.

#twst #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst dorm leaders #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle x y/n #twst riddle x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona #twst leona x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst azul #twst azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #twst azul x reader #azul x y/n #twst kalim #twst kalim al asim #twst kalim x reader #kalim x reader #kalim x y/n

[cookies-over-yonder]

stab wounds

Lincoln gets his ears pierced for his eighteenth birthday.

Swiftli Week Day 1: Birthday!

ao3

“So, the big one-eight, huh?”

“Yeah, I—I’ve never done this before, and my dads are finally letting me.”

“Your dad told me on the phone. Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine.”

“Yeah…”

Link stares at the gems before him, in varying sizes, shapes and colours. Probably also varying prices.

He feels a little light-headed, but he wants to do this. And he ate before, as Marco told him to, so he probably won’t pass out.

“These flower ones are cute!” Normal says, pointing at a couple small teal flower shaped gems. Those would suit him.

“You should pick those,” Scary suggests to him, and Normal does, holding up a clear stick, provided by the piercer, with the gem on it up to his ear to see how it’d look in the mirror. It matches his blue studs right below.

Everyone is getting piercings today. It’s reassuring. Though, Lincoln is the only one who has none to start with.

Scary and Normal each have one lobe piercing in each ear, Taylor has three , Hermie… Hermie can shapeshift to get whatever piercings she wants.

Taylor and Scary pick out their earrings for what Link thinks he remembers as a… helix?

“Have you decided yet, Lincoln?”

“Uh…”

“Need help?” Taylor asks, interlocking arms with Link and holding his hand. Link takes a deep breath at that, and he nods.

“Well, you could do one silver, and one onyx,” Taylor suggests, “you know, like soccer ball colours.”

“I think I want them to match.”

“Then I’d say both silver. It’ll suit your skin tone, and it goes with everything.”

“I think you’re biased,” Scary chimes in, gesturing at Taylor’s earrings, all of which are silver studs and hoops, “But, honestly, I agree. I think it’d look nice.”

The piercer takes a small silver gem and puts it on the clear stick thingy for Link to hold up to his ear in the mirror. He does so, and they’re right, it does look nice.

“Do you like it?” the piercer, Apple, Link remembers, asks.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go with these.”

“Perfect. I’m gonna clean all the earrings you’ve chosen, and you all can get set up in this room.”

“I don’t wanna go first,” Link says, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling Taylor onto his lap and squeezing him like a stress ball.

“I can go first!” Normal says, bouncing with excitement.

“Awesome,” Taylor says, “Scary can go second, and I’ll go before you. Would that help?”

Link nods, burying his face in Taylor’s hair.

“Which earrings did you pick?” Link asks, his voice muffled.

“Scary and I got matching studs, but hers is purple and mine is red.”

“Finally breaking the trend of silver,” Scary teases.

“Heh. Anything for you, Scary.”

“Y’know, after you guys can like, switch them out or whatever, I do have experience in making costume jewelry,” Hermie says, “And I might have a couple soccer ball charms, or whatever…”

Link looks up at her and smiles, only for her to avert her gaze.

“It’s your birthday after all,” she says.

“That it is,” Taylor agrees, turning around to kiss Link on the cheek. “You good?” he asks, quieter.

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. You’re gonna be fine, I’ve done this before. Twice, actually. Well, three times if you count when I was a baby, but, yeah. I’ll hold your hand and everything, promise.”

“Okay…” Link takes in a shaky breath, and sighs. Taylor kisses him again, this time on the lips.

“I’ve also done it before,” Scary adds, putting a hand on his back. “It’s really not that bad, and you can wear sick jewelry afterwards.”

“And, it’ll be a new experience for both of us!” Normal says, “I mean, mine are from when I was a baby, so I don’t remember anything.”

“Thanks, guys.”

“No problem, dude,” Taylor says, kissing him again, and again, and again, with an exaggerated “mwah” each time.

“Can’t you guys save that for later?” Hermie asks.

Taylor pulls away, giggling, and Link can’t help but smile with him. “Emotional support kisses are mandatory,” Taylor says.

“Alright, who’s going first?” Apple asks, walking back into the room. Taylor turns around to face them, wrapping Link’s arms around him like a seatbelt.

“Me!” Normal says, hopping onto what looks eerily similar to a doctor’s office bed.

“Perfect. I’m still sterilizing everything, so while that’s happening, I’m gonna go through aftercare.”

Apple talks them through the aftercare for the different piercings they’re all getting, and as much as Link tries to focus, the anxiety creeps back up, clouding his vision.

Taylor cups Link’s face in his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he says, bringing Link back to the present.

Link nods, and looks back at Apple, who, seeing that Link is alright, continues to explain.

Luckily, Marco knows all about the aftercare of piercings, so he’ll probably ask him to explain it again when he gets home.

The top part of the bed thingy tilts up until it’s more of a chair with back support. Ah, it’s like a dentist office chair! Sort of. And Normal leans against the back of it as Apple cleans his ears and marks where the piercings will go.

Scary and Hermie stand in front of him, each taking one hand to hold.

Apple talks Normal through the process and everything they’re doing, and tells Normal to take a deep breath in, and out, as they pierce him.

And after a moment, one side is done. Link gets a look from afar. It’s pretty.

“How was that?” Apple asks.

“It hurt a bit, but it was okay.”

“Okay, we’re going to do the other side now.”

Link buries his head in Taylor’s shoulder, and tilts it a little to kiss his neck. Taylor squirms a little and giggles, before grabbing hold of Link’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“All done!” Link hears, and Normal is hopping off the seat and looking in the mirror.

“I love it!” he says, before rushing to show it off to Link and Taylor.

“Epic,” Taylor says.

“It looks cute. Did it hurt a lot?” Link asks.

“It hurt, but it wasn’t that bad. You’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Scary, you’re next?” Apple asks.

“Yup!”

“This one matches your hair, good choice.”

“Thank you!”

Link doesn’t look at this one, he just keeps his head buried, and he flinches when Scary shouts, “Ow!”

“You okay?” Apple asks.

“I’m good.”

“Alright. I’m gonna slide the backing in.”

“M’kay.”

“Now I’m putting in the post.”

“Mm’kay.”

“And now the gem.”

“Mmm’kay.”

“And you’re done!”

“Oh, thank god.”

“You want some water?”

“Yes, please. Fuck .”

“Just rest, you can take as long as you need.”

Link lifts his head up to see Scary still sitting there, with a small paper cup of water, and Normal holding her free hand.

“Scary, are you okay?” Link asks, hearing his own voice shake.

“Yeah, it just hurt. More than my lobe piercings for sure. Prepare yourself, Tay.”

“Will do, Scare. It looks awesome, by the way.”

“Hell yeah,” she says, taking another sip of water.

It does look goregeous. A small purple stud perfectly matching her hair. It’s a great choice.

Scary gets up to look in the mirror, and she takes a selfie with Normal, Hermie photobombing with a peace sign in the background.

Taylor moves to get up, but Link clings to him harder, holding him still.

“It’s my turn, man,” he says, voice gentle.

Link whines, squeezing him.

“This is all perfectly safe, Lincoln,” Apple says. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“You can hold my hands and everything, babe.”

“Okay… okay,” Link says, letting go.

Taylor hops off, and when he stands up, his legs wobble a little. Apple brings a stool across from where Taylor sits, and Link sits on that and holds his hands, squeezing tight.

Taylor squeezes back, and when Apple tells him to take a deep breath in, and out, he scrunches up his face, and squeezes Link’s hands so hard his nails dig into Link’s skin.

Apple puts in the backing, and the post, and the gem, and Taylor opens his eyes, his breathing slightly staggered, but for the most part, he’s okay.

“It hurt, but I’m strong,” he smiles at Link, “And so are you,” he winks.

Taylor tilts his head so Link can get a better view. A scarlet stud like the streaks in his hair.

“It’s beautiful. Like you.”

Taylor giggles and leans forward, kissing Link’s forehead.

Taylor hops off the seat, still holding Link’s hands.

Link stands up, and Taylor runs his hands up and down his arms. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

Link sits on the chair, and leans all the way back, holding Taylor’s hands as tight as possible.

“Alright, Lincoln, just relax, I’m gonna clean your ears and mark where the piercing is gonna go, okay?”

Link feels them mark each of his ears, and they show him the marks in the mirror so he can approve, and he does, and then they get the piercing stuff out.

“Okay, you’re gonna feel a little bit of pressure, that’s just me lining everything up, and then I’m gonna tell you to take a deep breath in and out, and I’m gonna pierce you.”

Link feels the pressure on his right ear. He feels it, and it’s sharp, and he’s nauseous, and Apple is saying something else, but he can’t hear them very well past the ringing in his ears.

His friends are saying things too. He hears his name a lot, and “panic attack,” and “it’s okay,” and “water,” but it’s all just words that don’t really make any sense.

There’s pressure on his lap. And hands on his face. He opens his eyes.

Taylor.

“Can you hear me?” he asks.

“Did—did—did I do it?”

“Not yet.”

Shit. Of course he started panicking before it even happened.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me, Link,” Taylor says, and he opens his eyes again. “Breathe. Breathe with me, okay?”

Link nods and watches Taylor breathing, trying to follow.

Taylor nods, continuing to breathe with him. “You got it. You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” Link breathes out, taking in his surroundings. He’s okay.

That one wasn’t so bad.

Scary passes him a cup of water, and he drinks it, feeling slightly better.

“Do you still want to do this?” Taylor asks, “It’s your birthday, you can opt out if you want to.”

“I want to. I want to do it,” Link says, turning to face Apple. “Sorry, I—I—I can’t control the…”

“That’s alright, it’s understandable. You’re not the only one who’s had a panic attack in here. Take as long as you need, and then we can try again, okay?”

“Okay,” Link sighs, and then continues to take deep breaths with Taylor.

Link doesn’t know how long it takes, but eventually he feels his heartrate slow, and he hugs and kisses Taylor before gesturing for him to get back on the stool. “I think I’m ready this time.”

“We could do it with you lying down if you think that would be better,” Apple suggests.

“I think I’d prefer that, yeah.”

Apple adjusts the chair so it’s more of a bed, and Link lies flat on his back. holding one of Taylor’s hands.

Apple repeats everything they said before, and Link feels the pressure again. He shuts his eyes.

“You feeling okay?” they ask.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, deep breath in.”

Link breathes in.

“And deep breath out.”

Link breathes out, and squeezes Taylor’s hand. It stings.

“I’m going to put the backing in now. Breathe in, and out.”

It hurts. It hurts but he’s okay. He’s breathing. In and out.

“Good. Now I’m putting in the post. Breathe in, and out.”

In and out. He’s okay.

“Now I’m putting on the gem. Breathe in, and breathe out, and you’re good! One ear is done. How do you feel?”

“Relieved,” Link says, opening his eyes.

“You wanna see how it looks?”

“I wanna get the other one done with first.”

“Okay. Can you tilt your head the other way for me?”

Link does so. And Apple repeats the process, guiding him with deep breaths and all.

It stings again, but it’s okay. He keeps breathing.

“Okay, Lincoln, you’re all done. How do you feel?”

“I’m okay,” Link says, sitting back up.

“Have a look,” Apple says, handing Link the mirror.

He looks in the mirror, and there’s sparkling studs in each of his ears for the first time. Ever.

Link sees himself grinning. “I love it! Thank you!”

“Of course! Happy birthday!”

Link stands up, and he’s immediately tackled with a hug from Taylor. “I’m so proud of you! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” Taylor shouts, pulling him down to kiss his cheek, and forehead, and lips. “My boyfriend is the bravest boy in all the land!” he says, jumping onto Link’s back in the piggyback position. Link giggles with him as he adjusts him so he’s more secure.

Apple chuckles too, before asking, “Do you guys want me to take a picture for you?”

“Yes, please!” Taylor says, handing them his phone.

Everyone poses, Taylor kissing Link, and thus showing off the piercing on his right ear and Link’s on his left ear. Normal and Scary each kiss one of Hermie’s cheeks, showing off their piercings that way, Scary’s right, and Normal’s left.

“Is that the gayest photo you’ve ever taken?” Hermie asks.

“Actually, no, but your choice of pose reminds me of your dads,” Apple says, pointing at Link.

Link scrunches his face up, laughing a little.

Okay, yeah, this birthday was definitely a success.

#swiftli #dndads #taylor swift dndads #lincoln li wilson #dndads swiftli week 2024 #day 1 #cookies writes and cookies wrongs #fanfic

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 1 - Anticipation

Welcome to October! I’m really excited to have these posting, and I’m hyped to see how everyone that requested likes their fics! They’ll be posting day-by-day, so if you requested #29, it’ll be posted on October 29th! Figured I’d start out with something i haven’t done yet, so here’s some Steven Universe Future! (definitely not projecting on steven whaaaat)  I hope you all have an amazing spooky season, Enjoy!!

Lee: Future!Steven

Ler: Amethyst 

Summary: Steven hasn’t been doing the best mentally, especially on the bad days. Amethyst has the perfect way to help, but being herself, adds a playful edge to it.

Warnings: Possible SUF spoilers maybe? A spot angsty at the start. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

The past few months had been…they’d been interesting. Steven finally started getting the help he needed, and the gems had been supporting him however they could. The therapist was nice, she helped him through some of his most traumatic moments. Topics on his mom…they were still touchy, but he was getting there. He had a name for one of his problems now. “Abandonment Issues…” 

There’s still days where he feels lousy. He couldn’t remember the official term, but he liked to call them “spew days.” Days where his emotions just got the better of him. Days like today.

Steven was sprawled out on the couch, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He…he felt like poop. Not as bad as he did with Connie’s “not yet,” but definitely crummy. The teen didn’t even notice when Amethyst came through the door until she flopped down next to him. 

“Hey dude! Oh…Steven, what’s wrong?” He grunted, shrugging. It wasn’t a lie either, at least not completely. A combination of things was wrong, though he couldn’t pinpoint what they all were. He just…wasn’t okay.

“Steven, c’mon. Remember the whole “we talk about our feelings” deal we made?” The purple-hued gem’s expression softened, giving him a little nudge. They had all agreed that whenever something was wrong, they would do their best to communicate the problem. Steven sighed, knowing it would probably help. 

“I just…feel crummy. It’s a bunch of things. Sorry…” Amethyst immediately shut that down. “Hey, hey. No. You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Your feelings are valid, no matter how confusing they are. If you can’t say it, that’s okay.” Gosh, why are his friends so awesome? He held out his arms, silently asking for a hug. His friend was more than happy to oblige.

“C’mere bud.” She wrapped her arms around the 16 year old, hugging him tight. He felt a bit of the gross feeling go away, melting into the touch. He needed this. Ever since the monster incident…hugs have been his everything. “Thanks Amethyst…”

His voice was a bit too deep and airy for her liking. He needed a cheer up session, pronto. Lucky for him, she had the perfect idea. “Ya know Steven… you could use some fun. How about we play some Steven Tag, with a twist?” 

A twist? Why was she smiling like tha-…oh. Oh. He pulled away from the hug, a smile tugging at his lips. “Amehe- Amethyst no!” The purple gem crossed her arms, smirking. Amethyst shifted into the present version of Steven, snickering. “You got ten seconds. You get tagged, you get tickled…better run.” 

Crap…crap! He got up off the couch, backing away from his friend. She couldn’t be serious, right? “Amethyst, c’mon! You- you’re joking right? Right?” She just smirked, holding up ten fingers. She was not joking. She slowly lowered one finger, then another, then another, dragging out each word with a teasing tone. “Ten, nine, eight…”

Time to run! He took off in the opposite direction, running into the warp area. The door opened for him, his pink and cloudy room offering a nice place to hide. Steven zipped inside, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. The room, sensing his needs, quickly made a few hiding spaces. Cabinets, closets, doors, tables with cloths, a bunch of hiding spot’s any kid would think of. All of which are horrible for actual hiding. It would have to do… He ducked into the most boring closet he saw, finding a pile of blankets inside. He burrowed under them, tried his best to make sure nothing was poking out, and hid. 

Amethyst finished her countdown, chuckling as she walked over to the door. It opened to her room, but that was just a minor inconvenience. She knew her way around those rooms like the back of her gem. Running over to her stack of couch cushions and rubber ducks, she shoved them out of the way, revealing the secret path to Steven’s room. Can never be too prepared for mischief. She jumped through the hole, feeling gravity shift as she landed on the soft, pillowy clouds of Steven’s room. Time for some fun…

“Oh Steven~! Where are ya, bud? I just wanna play~!” When she saw the silly hiding spots, she snickered. Just like old times… Amethyst began opening the cabinets, trying to find the teen. “You know you can’t hide from me, man. I’m gonna find ya, and when I do, you’re gonna get it~” 

Steven clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle his anticipatory giggles. He had forgotten how evil Amethyst was when it came to these games… The butterflies in his stomach were going wild, swarming and sending a blush to his cheeks. He hadn’t been tickled in a good while. That somehow made the fluttery, bubbling feeling worse. 

Turns out he sucked at being quiet. Amethyst easily heard his poorly muffled giggles, the cloudy walls of the closet almost paper-thin. Guess some things never change. “Steven, Steven, Steven. Still a gigglebug through and through.”

She slowly walked towards the closet, stomping her feet to make as much noise as possible. She wanted him to know how screwed he was. Knowing he was already caught, he removed his hand from his mouth, letting the giggles fly free as he leaned against the door. No way was he gonna go down without a small fight.

Amethyst jiggled the doorknob, pushing against it. You’d think that it would be easy, it being made of clouds and all. But no. The manifestations were linked to Steven’s conscious and subconscious thoughts, and right then, they wanted that door solid and stable. He only forgot one thing; a towel for under the door. Shape-shifting to an ant, the crystal gem easily slipped under the door. She scurried behind Steven before shifting back, growing to a purple-hued version of him. “Peek-a-boo~” 

Now, he handled his surprise very maturely. He definitely didn’t shriek and run into the door. Definitely not. His best friend snorted, snatching him up in her arms. “Tag! Ya know what that means…” Shifting back to her regular form, the gem wiggled her fingers into his sides, not releasing him from the reverse hug. He yelped, squirming around and digging his heels into the carpeted floor. 

“Amehethyst! Qu-quihihihit it!” Even though he was currently taller than the other gem, he couldn’t escape the ticklish hold. The closet was small, not allowing much room for squirming or thrashing. Lucky for him, Steven’s subconscious threw him a bone. The closet poofed out of existence, momentarily startling Amethyst. She pulled him closer, hugging him tightly before she realized what happened. 

“Ooooh, I get it. Someone’s a bit too ticklish for their own good, huh?” The wiggling fingers quickly resumed their tickly pattern on his sides, pulling sweet giggles from the teen. He gripped her wrists, trying to pry her hands off. That did next to nothing; the crystal gem was having way too much fun. She had completely forgotten about her Steven Tag excuse, just wanting to tickle her friend. He needed a good laugh anyways.

She knew exactly where to go to get him really laughing, his younger years giving her plenty of time to learn his best spots. Amethyst moved her tickling to his belly, slowly getting closer to his gem. Steven knew what she was doing; it was the same pattern as when he was young. Sides, belly, gem, and if he was still breathing, underarms. Normally, he’d be embarrassed of the tickling. But right now? It was actually a fun distraction from his thoughts. “Nohoho! Dohon’t you dahare!”

A little teasing wouldn’t hurt. She slowly circled her fingers around the edge of his gem, sending ticklish little shocks to his belly. Frantic giggles bubble out of him, his anticipation building as she toyed with the edge of his gem. “A-Ahamethyst! Thihis is mehehean!”

“Uh, no duy. That’s why I’m doin’ it!” She chuckled and scritched a little faster, trying to get a squeak or two out of him. And, as expected, his giggles turned squeakier than a rusty door hinge. The feeling of her fingers so close to his worst spot was killer. No amount of squirming or wiggling was helping, the butterflies in his stomach going nuts. 

He caved within thirty seconds, patting her arm and speaking with a whiny tone. “Ahamethyhyst! Juhust- just dohoho ihit ahahalreheady!” That almost got her. Almost. Rolling her eyes, the teasing ended, making way for the main event.

Following her pattern, Amethyst’s playful scribbling moved to his gem, sending the crazy ticklish sensations across his whole midsection. He was constantly changing and growing, but his sensitivity didn’t seem to get the message. He squealed, kicking as his knees gave out. “COHOHOME OHON! NOHOT FAHAIR, LEHEMME GOHOHO!” 

It was kinda adorable, in a dorky way. Steven had always liked being tickled, even if he never voiced that opinion. It was pretty obvious when he was younger. Recently, however, he had been drifting away, closing up, avoiding anything “childish” or “immature” to him. They now knew why, and were working towards improving his self-image and communication skills. Still, progress was slow. Seeing him laugh again…it was nice. 

Amethyst was so engrossed in her thoughts that she barely noticed when Steven was tiring out. He hadn’t had much energy to start the day, and quickly wore out from the tickling. He slumped against his best friend, leaning into her as the tickling wore him down. 

“AHAHA-AHAHAMETHYHYST! IHIHI- AHAHAHA!” Her smile softened when she regained focus. The scribbles on his gem slowly came to an end, her hands switching to rub the ticklish areas. He practically melted into her touch. The soft happiness from the tickling paired with her gentle attention had him on cloud nine. “Thahahanks…”

Okay, that warmed her gem. She shifted to a bear, carrying him up to his bed. It wasn’t the first time she’d done it, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The contented drowsiness was a major improvement from his earlier gloom. Lumbering up the stairs, she laid him down, shifting back to her regular form. It wasn’t late, but one little nap wouldn't hurt his sleep schedule. Right as she turned to leave, a soft hand tugged her back. “Hey…stay?” 

The warm smile on her face somehow got even softer, pitchy chuckles shaking her shoulders. “‘Course, bud. Gimme a sec.” She shifted shape once again, now a fluffy, lavender cat. Pawing at the blankets, she curled up beside Steven, pressing her soft fur against the star on his shirt. The bouncy-haired teen draped an arm over his now-feline friend. He was completely spent and ready for a nap. 

A low purr rumbled in her chest at the soft gesture. Steven always found new ways to surprise them, either with kindness or some new ideal. The other gems would have likely been home soon, but she didn’t really care. Garnet and Pearl could tease all they want if it meant she could spend some quality time with Steven. 

Amethyst didn’t need sleep, but it was always nice to get some; especially in moments like those. The teen was out in seconds, his friend soon joining. The day had taken a turn for the better, all thanks to a bit of playful mischief and care. Moments like those are what makes being a crystal gem all the more worth it…

#suf tickle #augtickletober2023 #lee!steven #ticklish!steven #ler!amethyst #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #steven universe future tickle #steven universe tickle #lee!future steven #ticklish!future steven #su tickle #steven universe tickling #tickletober 2023 #tickletober

[eddies-ashtray]

“Where the fuck is it!” Eddie shouts, panic lacing his tone.

“Why are you freaking out?” Mike questions, confused (but not surprised) by Eddie’s sudden outburst at the lunch table.

Eddie kneels, ducking under the table to scour the floor there. When did he lose it? He never takes the thing off, how could he have lost it?

Eddie bats at their legs (“Hey! C’mon, dude, what’re you doing?”), searching under their chairs, but—nothing.

Suddenly, he pops up from under the table and stands there for a moment, staring hard at the lunch table.

Then he’s rushing out of the cafeteria, the boys calling after him, still confused by his frantic searching.

He races out into the hallway and of course he bumps into someone because he’s not paying attention and he just wants to go back to Ms. O’s room to see if he somehow dropped it there.

Oof!

“Sorry! Sor-Eddie!”

And then you’re there standing in front of him looking like a dream and he just stops for a moment.

“I was just looking for you! I found this,” You say, holding up his mothers ring, the one with the silver band and cobalt blue gemstone in the center. His most precious possession.

The tightness in his chest loosens and he scrubs a hand down his face.

“Where did you find it?”

“It was on the floor by my locker,” You say, taking his right hand and slipping the ring back onto his right ring finger.

“There,” You proclaim, rubbing your thumb lightly over the pretty gem.

Eddie grasps your hand softly. You look up at him, face flushing with heat.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost it.”

A soft smile graces your lips. “Of course…just, yaknow, maybe spend less time fiddling with it, hm?”

Eddie ducks his head, bashful that you noticed his nervous habit. He can’t help that he gets nervous around someone as pretty and sweet as you.

“C’mon,” You prompt, beginning to pull him toward the cafeteria, “You can get me a pudding cup!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Hello! So, I’m new here, and not exactly sure if you’re up to it (saw that request are open, but you can decide if you want to do it or not) but can I request platonic hermitcraft x reader? Like, reader is pretty honest, but if they’re asked if they did something nice for them, they would lie and say it was probably someone else, out of habit? (Like they give gifts to the hermits, or get something the hermits said they needed?) Idk if you want to do this, it’s just a silly idea. You can choose who you want to write for.

…Have you been watching me? This is exactly what I do- If they ask me outright, I’ll answer that it was me but I don’t generally tell people that gifts are from me.

All Too Kind

c!Hermits x gn!Reader

Summary: Some overnight gifts quickly become a serverwide mystery. You, however, are content to remain anonymous.

Notes: None! It's just a fluffy little thing!

You packed the cakes into the chest carefully. Even stacks, spread into rows on the bottom of the chest. Smiling, you stepped back, closing the lid with a soft and satisfying thunk.

Grian will love this.

Kneeling to the ground, you dug in your pack for the worn map of the server and a fresh stack of rockets to keep you in the air.

Next target: False Symmetry.

���Did you hear the news, dude? Someone’s been leaving gifts of cake everywhere!” As you walked through the shopping district, Ren’s voice carried from where he stood talking to Doc. “At this rate no one’s going to need my pies or Scar’s cookies, we’ll all be too full of cake!”

“Tell me about it. I found three shulkers full of cake near where I’ve been doing my redstone.”

“Three shulkers! You’re lucky, my dude.”

Doc shook his head. “I’m more curious about who’s been giving out all this cake. It’s not exactly the cheapest food source…”

Their voices drifted off as you continued your stroll.

“I’m going to catch the Cake Bandit in the act!”

Grian was happily explaining his grand plan to you, though you were caught off-guard by his name for the mysterious gift-giver.

“Cake Bandit? That makes it sound like they steal cakes, not deliver them!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well, they sneak in here in the middle of the night, like a bandit. And Cake Deliverer doesn’t have the same ring to it.” Grian’s face was serious. “Cake Bandit is a much better name.” His expression flipped to a wide grin faster than you could blink. “And I’m going to catch them when they come tonight! That’s why I’ve come to you- would you like to help me set up the trap?”

Gem held a clipboard, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She wore a white lab coat- perhaps Cub had lent it to her?

“Now, would you consider yourself to be a tricky person?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I know how to sneak around, but I wouldn’t use that ability to trick people.”

She tapped the clipboard with her pencil. “I see. And you’re sure you don’t have any information on this infamous Cake Bandit, as they’ve been named?”

“No, I don’t.” You shook your head. “Maybe Scar would have some idea? He has the cookie factory, maybe he or Ren branched out to another sweet treat.”

Gem lit up. “That’s a great idea! Ahem. I mean, thank you for your information. It will be taken into consideration for this study.”

Xisuma sighed. “No, Grian. I don’t know who the Cake Bandit is. And even if I did, they obviously want it to remain a secret.”

Doc nodded. “It has been a month. If they wanted us to know who they were, we’d know by now.”

You fidgeted slightly. The Cake Bandit had come up at all of the recent Hermit meetings. 

Xisuma stood from his seat at the table. “I would like to say, whoever it is, you are all too kind. I’m sure everyone here feels the same.”

There were nods and noises of agreement all around. Ren called out “Hear hear!” to a smattering of laughter.

You could feel your face grow a bit warmer. Even if they didn’t know who you were, it felt nice to be appreciated.

You finished packing the last chest. 

A few redstone components, some coal blocks, arranged in a mustache, and some potatoes, of course. 

Closing the lid, you grinned. The click of the latch shutting was your signal, and you quickly lit a firework, taking off into the night sky. The Cake Bandit had struck again.

#frog's fics #frog writes #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x y/n #grian x reader #grian x y/n #rendog x reader #rendog x y/n #docm77 x reader #docm77 x y/n #xisuma x y/n #xisuma x reader #geminitay x reader #geminitay x y/n #reader insert #gender neutral reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n

[vrisrezis]

I love your writing so could you do a rocket x fem reader (romantic) fic where the reader is apart of the Guardians but EXTREMELY clumsy. Like she can't walk in a straight line, is always tripping on stuff and bumps her head on every object she could. (If your more comfortable you could also do a gn reader) thank you!

MY OC IS CLUMSY SO I LOVERE THIS HELPP!!!

(Hc portion)

Rocket might make fun of you, but after awhile will start to worry. Especially if you trip and potentially hurt yourself and especially during serious battles. He worries for your safety and sometimes yells at you for tripping. He doesn’t mean it, he’s just worried is all.

(Fic portion)

You grin at your boyfriend. You had taken him to a very special place. A cave, to be exact. This cave being full of colorful crystals, gems, and all of the like. You both had been collecting a bunch to sell for some units, even if it wasn’t as much as you’d make saving the galaxy, it would have to do for now. It’s more than what you and rocket normally sell anyway, since these gems and crystals are rare to find.

You say something, not looking where you’re going. Rocket seems preoccupied with what you were telling him, finding it rather interesting. The two of you were considered the smart ones in your little group of misfits. Even if rocket had a huge ego at times, there was no doubt he was very smart. You were smart in a different way, while he was good at making things which already exist you were good with making new things. An inventor, to put simply. It was only natural you two connected so well.

You take a step, and your eyes widen as you realize there is no ground. Rocket notices you stop yourself mid sentence, but the both of you realize you had already taken your step into nothing. You wave your arms back and fourth, hoping to keep your balance. As always, you fail.

You fall down into whatever abyss was awaiting you, gems and crystals falling on the way as you scream for rocket.

For once rocket is quick to drop the goods as he leaps towards you, he misses and ends up tumbling down with you.

“Oof!” “Ugh!”

You both hit the ground.

You look around, and your eyes shine as you see a particular gem. Clearly different from the others, as it shines a bright light.

“Woah! That looks like a chaos emerald!”

“A chaos what?” rocket questions, “hey don’t run off! Y/n!” he scolds, running after you as you touch the shining gemstone. “Dude if we sell this, we’re gonna get so many units!” you explain, looking back at hun with an excited smile.

He’s about to scold you again for scaring him, but he can’t help but smile a little at your child like eyes and smile.

#rocket x reader #rocket the raccoon x reader #rocket racoon x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #mcu x y/n #mcu x you #mcu x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x reader

[jobean12-blog]

The Rest of the Story

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 2,440

Summary: You and Eddie are friends but you both want more...what will it take to get you there. 

Author’s Note: So my sweet friend Gem @ysmmsy had shared a super sweet idea about Eddie wanting new patches sewn onto his vest but he can’t do it himself so he gets the help of his friend (you). I love the idea and as the story started to form in my head it took an angsty turn and then well...this is how the last season should have ended! Thank you so much my sweet friend! 💕 I left out some details at certain parts because it happened in the show and I didn’t want to just rewrite that. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @wannabehamlet thank you sweets🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, mutual pining, some angst in between, small mentions of blood. 

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @reh-hateshumans ps THIS GIF IS SO HOT, thank you so much lovely😍

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“You’re staring again.”

“What?”

“Dude.”

“What?”

“Eddie?”

“Huh?”

The piece of hair falls loose from between his lips, his fingers still brushing across them as he gently shifts his weight from foot to foot.

“Earth to Eddie!” Dustin shouts.

“What the fuck Henderson!” Eddie answers, finally peeling his eyes away.

Dusting blows an exasperated raspberry and rolls his eyes.

“I was trying to tell you that you’re being creepy!” Dustin grumbles. “Stop staring.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in Dustin’s direction and he mutters a curse under his breath before turning away from the store front.

“I thought you wanted to go inside,” Dustin says.

Eddie whirls around dramatically with a huff, throwing his hands up.

“Fine! Let’s go in. You wanna see Steve anyway right?”

Dustin smiles and starts for the door. Eddie gets there first, opening it quickly just as you’re walking out.

“Hey Eddie!” you say brightly, giving him a warm smile.

He stands silent for a moment, staring again, until Dustin slips past him and gives him a nudge.

“Hey,” Eddie answers, holding the door open wider so you can exit Family Video.

You step out with a quiet thanks.

“Find anything good to rent?” he asks, eyeing your bag.

“Actually, Robin suggested Scarface, but I’m worried it might be a little too violent for me.”

“It’s really good but yea there’s definitely a lot of that.”

You drop your eyes, worrying your lip between your teeth. Before Eddie can give you any reassurance your hand lifts to his vest and you pick at the loose and curling corner of his Motorhead patch.

“Did you iron this on?” you ask, pressing your fingers to his shoulder in a lame attempt to stick it back on.  

“Yea,” he answers. “I can’t sew for shit.”

“Well lucky for you I can!” you say excitedly. “You know I do all the costumes for the drama club, right?”

“Of course,” he says. “They always look amazing.”

“Thanks,” you smile. “So, when do you want me to fix this for you?”

He’s still standing there with the door wide open, his mouth looking much the same and his focus solely on you as he tries to process your words.

“SHUT THE DOOR MUNSON! We pay for the heat in here!” Steve yells from inside.

Eddie starts with a jolt, shooting Steve a glare before he lets the door go and slips his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

“You mean like you wanna hang out and help me sew?” Eddie asks you, dipping his head and letting his hair hide his face.  

“Yes. I enjoy doing it and I’d like to help,” you explain.

“I have a few other patches that I want to add too,” he says with a sheepish smile.

“I can do those too and maybe teach you something,” you giggle.

“Awesome. You free Friday?”

“It’s a date!” you say, thinking out loud before actually thinking.

Eddie’s cheeks turn pink and his brown eyes grow larger.

You clear your throat and wave goodbye before rushing off awkwardly. “See you Friday Eddie!”

Once you’re out of sight Eddie moves in slow motion as he opens the door and walks into Family Video.

Robin, Steve and Dustin are all standing by the counter with pointed looks.

“WELL?” Robin screeches.

“She’s coming by Friday to help me sew on my patches,” Eddie whispers as he blinks several times.

Robin’s second screech is followed by a loud whoop by Dustin and a pat on the back from Steve.

You’re sitting crisscross on Eddie’s bed, his jean vest spread out in front of you and several patches in your hand.

“I like this one,” you giggle, brushing your thumb over the wings of the bats.

Eddie listens as you go through his small collection of patches and comment on each one, your excitement something he finds endearing and he crushes harder.

“Are we putting them all on?” you ask when you finally look up and meet his eyes.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Let’s see,” you start, lifting his vest. “Put this on.”

You help him into it and kneel behind him, brushing his hair out of the way to look at what space you have on the back.  

“Your hair will cover any we put up here,” you explain, smoothing your fingers over the areas just below his shoulders. “So, we might want to work with the front first.”

You shift around until you’re kneeling in front of him, this time brushing his hair back and away from his face.

“I don’t want to upset your pins either,” you smile, “but I think we can fit three for now.”

You hand him the pile of patches, sitting yourself next to him as he looks through them.

“Wait!” you tell him. “Actually, just pick two.”

He raises an eyebrow and starts to smile.

“What happened to three?” he asks, his smirk growing.  

“Well….” you trail off, reaching for your bag. “This could be the third, if you like it.”

You pull out something small and flat that’s wrapped in paper and hand it to him.

“I made it for you. I noticed you didn’t have one and thought you might like it but don’t feel like you have to use it, it’s totally fine of course…”

As you continue to ramble on he unfolds the paper and pulls out the Corroded Coffin patch you designed for him. His thumb reverently grazes over the material before he lifts his eyes.

“I…I love it. Holy shit! I love it! How did you even…?”

Your smile is bright and you throw your arms around his neck.

“I’m so happy you do!” you squeal into his hair.

His arms curl around your waist and he holds you tightly against him, silently inhaling and closing his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Where do you wanna put it?” you ask, still not pulling away.

“Somewhere everyone can see it,” he answers.

You sew on the Corroded Coffin patch and give him a small lesson while doing so. By the time you’re done it’s late so you decide to take his denim vest with you and finish sewing the other two patches on at home. You make plans to meet up again next week to watch Scarface and practice more sewing.

The rest of the weekend is uneventful and when Monday rolls around you can’t wait to see Eddie at school.

“Hey Dustin, have you seen Eddie today?”

Dustin shakes his head no and it’s hard to miss the pained and worried expression on his face.

“What’s going on?” you ask as your stomach sinks. “Is he ok?”

“You didn’t hear?” Dustin asks, his face pale.

Dustin fills you in on everything that happened with Chrissy and how Eddie is now in hiding. He promises they are doing everything they can to find him and figure things out but they haven’t had any luck yet.

Your eyes water and you shake your head in disbelief.

“I know he didn’t do anything wrong. Something else is going on here. Eddie would never…”

“I know. I agree with you, but it’s all a mess,” Dustin says, his voice breaking.

“Is there any way I can help?” you ask. “I’ll do anything.”

Dustin promises to keep you in the loop as much as he can but the days keep rolling on by and you don’t see him or hear from him. Listening to the news only makes you angry and sad and everyone you trust is missing in action.

You finally decide to take matters into your own hands and drive to Eddie’s trailer, unable to deal with not knowing if he’s ok or not anymore. You park and get out, taking in the mess of the trailer park. Several pieces of lawn furniture are turned over and there are people gathering around and yelling about a stolen Winnebago.

You begin to put two and two together, backing away slowly and quietly until you’re in the car and driving off down the road. You drive for miles with no particular destination and finally spot a parked Winnebago on the side of the road up ahead.

Your heart leaps at the sight of Eddie and Dustin wrestling playfully in the grass and you jump out of the car and run toward them.

Steve and Robin look up, at first alarmed but when they see it’s you they relax slightly and walk over to greet you.

“I can’t believe I found you guys,” you pant.

“Neither can we,” Steve jokes but the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What’s going on guys?” you ask as you wring your hands together, sensing their nervousness and taking in their serious faces and the various makeshift weapons lying on the grass.  

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie says quietly, making you whirl around before you get your answer from Steve.

You look him up and down before launching yourself at him. He opens his arms and catches you, exhaling before he presses you tightly against his chest.

“Hey,” he says, feeling you squeeze harder. “It’s ok. I’m ok.”

“Why didn’t you tell me,” you sniffle, pulling away slightly. “I had no idea what happened until Dustin told me and then they couldn’t find you and it’s been days and everyone disappeared.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, sliding his hands to the curve of your waist. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t…it was so bad and I didn’t want to risk getting you involved. What if something happened…”

He doesn’t finish the thought and instead crushes you to his chest again.

Dustin smiles knowingly at Steve but his smile falters when Steve frowns.

“Hey you two. Hate to break up this love filled reunion but we have to go. We have to stay on schedule.”

At Steve’s words Eddie looks up, his lips turned down and his brow furrowed.

“What does he mean Eddie?” you ask, holding tightly to his leather jacket and letting your eyes settle on his. “Where are you going now?”

He takes your face in his hands, opening his mouth and then closing it again.

“Promise you’ll wait for me,” he whispers, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Promise you’ll be here if…when I get back.”

“I don’t understand,” you cry.

“Just promise me. Please,” he begs.

You search his face and watch his eyes drop to your lips.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice pained.

“I promise Eddie. I promise.”

He dips his head, his breath fanning your cheek and his dark lashes lowering.  

“MUNSON. Now. We have to go now!” Steve yells as everyone starts to rush back to the Winnebago.

Eddie stills, his eyes fixed on you as he lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses across your knuckles.

“I’ll see you soon sweetheart,” he murmurs, his eyes falling to your mouth one more time before he reluctantly wrenches himself away from you.

Steve gives you an apologetic and soft look and Robin hugs you. Dustin squeezes your hand before he follows Steve and Robin. Max, Nancy, Lucas and Erica all wave goodbye, strange weapons in hand.

Eddie grabs the top of a trash can that’s covered in nails and follows the group, looking back one last time before he disappears into the Winnebago and it peals out onto the road.

“Why didn’t you kiss her man?” Dustin sighs, his incredulous look aimed at Eddie.

“Hey now,” Steve interrupts, eyeing them both. “Let’s just stay focused on what we have to do, ok?”

Eddie’s wide eyes are bright with emotion as he stares blankly at Dustin before he drops his head and presses his palms to his face.

You wrap your arms around yourself and trudge back to your car as your mind races with thoughts and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. Your stomach remains in knots the entire ride back to your house and you replay Eddie’s words over and over in your head.

When sleep never comes that night you get yourself dressed, donning Eddie’s vest, complete with all his patches, and sneak out the window, making your way to the trailer park and hoping that following your intuition will lead you to the right place.  

Everything is dark and quiet when you pull up and you can’t deny the heaviness in the air. You take tentative steps toward Eddie’s trailer and knock. Not a sound from within and you jiggle the doorknob before the door easily falls open.

The scene before is like nothing you could have expected and you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand.

“What is…?” you ask, hands trembling.

You dare not take a step closer, the feeling of a malicious entity filling the small space and seeping into your very bones.

“Eddie,” you whisper before the first tear falls.

You don’t know how much time has passed as you sit shivering outside Eddie’s trailer. The sky is bright with the twinkle of stars but an eerie darkness has settled all around and you can’t seem to shake the awful thoughts from your head.

The sudden sound of banging and thumping from inside the trailer brings your mind instantly back to focus and you jump up, rushing toward the door, but it flies open before you get there, revealing a disheveled Steve.

He steps out, holding your stare before his eyes move to the door and Robin and Nancy step out and lastly, Dustin, who remains standing in the doorway.

You let out a sob, taking in their battered forms.

“Where is he?” you manage to choke out.

Dustin slumps forward with a slow step and you see a tall shadow behind him.

Eddie walks out of the darkness, blood smeared across his face and his hand flexing tightly around his weapon. His bandana is tied around his head but it does little to contain the wildness of his curls and as he moves closer you can see how brightly his eyes burn.

You meet him halfway, his chest heaving and brushing yours with every labored breath.

He drops the weapon to the ground and closes a bloodied hand around the back of your neck, his free hand lifting to your throat to press his thumb under your chin. He lowers his head, drawing you closer until you melt against him.

“You’re here,” he murmurs and pulls you hard against him by your neck.

You sink your hands into his hair and drag him closer, fighting to find the right words.

Without waiting for your response his rough hands frame your face and he runs his thumb over your lips, parting them before his mouth crashes to yours.

@buckysdollforlife @hiddles-rose @dreamlessinparis @nerdypinupcrystal @blackwidownat2814 @goldylions @seitmai​ 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader

[izumi-fanclub]

A3! Event Story Translation “Ah, My Dearly Beloved” [ Chapter 1 ]

Azami and Chikage catch each other buying... magazines!

Azami

…Okay.

Chikage

What’s okay?

Azami

Wh…

(This dude of all people.)

Chikage

It’s rare to see you in a bookstore, Azami. What’d you get?

Azami

…Make-up mag.

Chikage

Heh…

Azami

I-it’s not a weird magazine!

Chikage

A weird magazine?

Azami

…Tch, you know what those weird magazines are! What are you even here for?

You seem more like an e-book typa guy than anything.

Chikage

Well… don’t get ahead of yourself, Azami.

Azami

*Azami gets flustered and blushes*

Wh…!?

Chikage

…Wanna take a look?

Azami

*He's still blushing*

I… I don’t wanna look at that stuff!!

Azami

…We’re back.

Chikage

Good to be home.

Izumi

Azami-kun and Chikage-san, welcome home, you two. I don’t usually see you together.

Azami

I guess.

Chikage

We just happened to meet up when I dropped by somewhere.

Izumi

Really…?

Omi

Just got home.

Azuma

We’re back.

Azami

Wouldn’t this be more of a rare combo?

Azuma

Fufu, a friend of mine was gonna give me some of this season’s produce, so I went with Omi to pick it up.

Omi

We’ll have an autumn hotpot tonight filled to the brim with mushrooms and seafood.

Azuma

I’ve also got a lot of local sake. Feel free to indulge as much as you like.

Izumi

That’s what I like to hear!

Chikage

Oh right, I was meaning to talk to Azuma-san about something.

Azuma

Me?

Chikage

Have you been to the ryokan* on this cover?

Azuma

A travel magazine?

Izumi

Wow, a Noh stage* adorned with autumn leaves… talk about pretty.

Azami

(Wait, this place, it kinda looks familiar.)

(Hmm… I can’t remember.)

Azuma

…Aah, “Sayuru Pavilion” is the place. It's a well-established ryokan famous for their beautiful garden and a separate Noh stage that goes along with it.

Izumi

Dang, you don’t typically see a Noh stage in a ryokan.

Azuma

Sayuru Pavilion’s also known for seasonally holding performances of “The Tale of Genji”——

Azami

!?

Izumi

What’s wrong, Azami-kun?

Azami

…Nothing.

Azuma

Yeah? …Their popular open air baths are also decorated to match the image of “The Tale of Genji.”

Omi

Ooh, it’s all coming back to me now. I remember it from way back some time in Autumn. Reservations for both the lodging and garden tours are hard to come by.

Azuma

That’s right, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, but I can’t go there just yet.

Such a shame that I can’t go.

Chikage

Don’t worry about it.

Azuma

Still, I don’t see you with a travel magazine often, Chikage, is it for work?

Chikage

Yeah, I’m just looking for a place to have dinner.

It’s easier to find hidden gem-like places in old-fashioned magazines that haven’t been digitized yet.

Azami

…Wait, it was just a travel magazine all this time?

Izumi

You guys meet at the bookstore then?

Azami

How the hell did you catch on!?

Izumi

You both have the same bookstore logo on your paper bags…

Azami

Damn it…

Chikage

You’re quite perceptive, Director-san.

Izumi

Fufu, why thank you!

So, what’d you buy, Azami-kun?

Azami

…Make-up magazine. Whatever, I’m heading to my room, just call me when dinner’s ready.

Izumi

O-okay…

Omi

What’s up with Azami, all of a sudden?

Chikage

Don’t think too hard on it, he’s a growing boy, that’s all.

Azuma

Fufuu, oh I see…

[ Next ]

———— T/Ns: ————

A ryokan would be a traditional Japanese inn. It usually has  tatami-matted rooms, communal baths and other public spaces. People tend to wear yukatas there.

A Noh stage would be a stage where Noh performances, a type of old traditional dance-drama play, is set on. They look something like this:

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#a3 translation #a3! translation #a3 event story translation #a3! event story translation #a3 #a3! #azami izumida #chikage utsuki #omi fushimi #azuma yukishiro #ah my dearly beloved

[kitkatscabinet]

Hi there! I love you’re writing and I’m sorry people havnt been respecting the rules! I double checked the rules before I went and asked for a request cuz I wanted to make sure I was being respectful!

I was just wondering if you could do some headcanons for Dylan, Jake, and nick and what pet names they would use for their s/o and what their s/o would call them?

I’m not sure if you do Dylan x fem reader so if you don’t, it can be gender neutral for all the homies, just so everyone is included!

If you don’t feel comfortable writing this or I got confused with the rules just let me know, and it’s totally fine if you don’t wanna write it! Thank youuuuu! You’re writing makes me happy! 👌🏻👌🏻

ok so it's actually in my what I will write for link that I say I won't write a fem reader for Dylan (just put it in the rules officially) and I've brought it up multiple times on my blog but you were nice and respectful so I'll happily do these :). Also I'm such a bad person for this cause I be calling my loved ones things like c*** or cheestick so. Also I really like this request and thanks for your kind words ❤️😭

Jacob

the biggest on pet names absolutely loves them. loves using them loves being called them. all around you rarely hear your actual name from him

at the start he definitely uses babe/handsome/gorgeous/cutie. the typical sweet things but as your relationship evolves you definitely come up with things that are special to the two of you.

Jacob likes to be called my love (he's a little embarrassed about this at the start) and hubby. To him those two are like the ultimate endearments that prove you do actually love him. he's your sweetheart so that defs gets thrown around as well.

In my opinion Jacob's body type is the cuddliest so cuddlebear is a big one as well.

somewhere in between this dude and bro definitely get thrown around as well in a 100% romantic sense by the both of you

Dylan

has the silliest use of pet names, and if you're shorter than him get ready for all the short related names.

he has 100% called you his boo thang before and you weren't completely sure if he was serious. Of all the boys he's the one lovingly referring to you as a slut (never in a mean way tho)

but seriously I see him as a fan of calling you duck and my favourite. Not too sugary sweet but still cute enough

He likes to be called your lovebug (he’ll grumble jokingly in public but he secretly loves it) and variations of honey

another practitioner of babe, but in a casual get your attention way.

the one that overexaggerates with them the most and enjoys using them to annoy other people.

Nick

uses them the least, but as he gets more comfortable is more inclined towards them. Also the least likely to use them in public, unlike the other two who can and definitely do

you use them more for him but he'll still call you darling in a way that's sure to fluster you.

when he needs to pacify you/calm you down its darl

I can also see him calling you his little gem or star or some of the sappier ones like that when its just the two of you. The most sentimental and thoughtful. He likes to call you more personalised things as well.

Once he's really comfortable he calls you possum the most though (this is a very popular Aussie term of endearment, we don't actually tend to use them much over here so)

likes to be called honey, dear or lover. Gets the most flustered over their use especially in public, it makes him giddy to know that you actually feel that way about him.

Taglist:

@laurakearnxy @wolfsquad @rainbows-dreams @dylanlenievy @kestisvrse @aaetherr69 @jjkk1m @g0th1ka @ghostverz @thebookbakery @sheriff-hackett @qlqstqr

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[bellysoupset]

it’s @lisupanddown - I still can’t send asks as myself. Here is my question - for each of your OCs - what is their absolute favorite outfit to wear if they are going out somewhere special? And favorite to wear if they are going to be at home, casual with friends, relaxing. Thank you and now I’m trying to predict what you’re going to say, lol.

Hi Lis!! Dude, first off, the heck is up with this?? I got the prev request in anon (working on it), but you mentioned sending asks out of anon and I swear I didn't receive any?? Very weird.

Anyway, I hope dumblr fixes it.

Fashion asks are my favorite thing in the world, I love playing dress up with my ocs 😄

Starting by thee style queen herself, Wendy. If we're talking gala then Wendy goes gem shades, like a rich turquoise or a beautiful magenta and she looves her twirly, flowy skirts. Very fairy like, even if it's a long skirt. If it's just a restaurant, honestly same vibe, except shorter skirts and just loud candy colors. At home she's almost always lounging in her lilac sweats, very Juicy Couture.

Bella is in the midway between grunge and goth, depending on the day. For a formal event she'd lean on the sleek goth, so sleek tighter dresses in velvet black or even in red, thigh slits, backless. Sexy, vampy. For a dinner, she'd vary from like vampy dresses with stockings and killer heels to black leather pants and crop tops. 95% of the time at home she's wearing her own boxers and one of Luke's shirts though.

Jonah will go all out when its gala. He's not super campy, but he'll do sheer shirts, colorful pocket squares, different tuxedos, all the fun. Galas don't really impress him after all. In the opposite reasoning, I actually think he dresses down for a dinner? Of course if the place calls for formal pants he'll be wearing them, as well as a blazer, but I don't see him feeling the need to dress to impress just for some fancy restaurant. At home he's almost always in linen baggy pants, slippers and a cardigan over a wifebeater or a kimono. Think fuckboy in ibiza vibes.

Gonna speed through Vin, Luke and Leo because I think their fashion is a little interchangeable.

They clean up well, but wearing a blue tuxedo is them being "daring". Breaking out the henleys and the nice jeans for dinner, maybe social pants (specifically Leo who goes to fancier places thanks to Jonah).

Luke at home cannot be bothered to put on a shirt, so its sweatpants or boxers, always barefoot. Luke invented wearing school merch, he's always out and about wearing his college hoodie.

Leo is really getting into cardigans, started as him stealing Jon's and now he's got his own collection. The bigger, cozier and lumpier the better.

Vince has his emotional support leather jacket. He's also pretty much the only one of the boys who'll ever be seen wearing ripped jeans.

Vince, Luke and Leo (in this order) also wear a lot of gym wear, just those big mesh tanktops, runner sneakers, etc.

#luke is sliiiiightly more fashionable in galas than leo and vince but like by a SMIDGE #myocs #lisupanddown #thank uu for the question Lis!

[oysterdelite]

omg dude !!! congrats on the bf im so happy for you both, take good care of each other for me okay? - 💤

Thank you and we will!! Love you anon you’re such a gem 🫶🫶🫶🫶

#oyster answers #oyster’s boyfriend #t4t nsft #ftm dom #mlm nsft #t4t #ftm nsft #trans nsft #t4t mlm #t4t dom #oyster’s anons

[mutenized]

Red String of Fate

Modern Rockstar Eddie Munson x afab photographer reader!

Not gonna lie to you guys, I was reading this fic (it’s 18+) and got inspiration based off of chapter 6……then I got carried away so I don’t even think I have a word count on this bitch. It’s currently 4 am and as I’m writing this part I’m not even done… so word count? LONG lmao! Thank you dolly for hyping me up

Enjoy!

Tags: fluff fluff fluff! Mutual pining, opposites attract

Also here’s a playlist for this fic! Listen if you’d like, a lot of sad girl pop mixed with pop punk! The series is named after Red String by Sweet Pill!

Fingers danced across your waist as you delve your toes into the soft sand that had cooled drastically due to the rise of the moon and fall of the sun pass the watery horizon. Peace. You were at peace. Any and all wars that currently played within your head, whether you knew it or not, ceased due to the absolute heaven you seemingly ascended to.

Eddie’s arms pulled you from your contemplative state, reminding you of the happiness, the thrill, you were living in. A vacation, together. That was something you never dreamed of happening when you two first met months ago. Yet, the tale of time and chemistry between two people proved to both you and the frizzy haired rockstar that anything could happen.

Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin, was on a small tour through dive bars and smaller venues throughout the east coast. You had been excited for the Philadelphia date because they were the main band at the small, two-story bar, Johnny Brenda’s, that sat on the corner between the Olde Kensington, Northern Liberties, and Fishtown districts. Bringing along your film camera as well as your digital one as well, you opened your case for the security detail before clambering the tiny stairwell to where the stage was set above the pool tables and larger bar and kitchen that rested at street level. Greeting your friends whom you came to support, you looked to the small table next to theirs where merchandise for the two other openers sat. “Corroded Coffin is a dope ass name!” You hear the drummer, Nick, rattle off to the two young adults who pinned up the rest of the band’s merch on the peg board.

“You think? Eddie and Gareth came up with it themselves between D&D sessions in like, middle school.” The one spoke, a smile on his face and his freckles cheeks making his eyes close. “Yea dude! Y’know Philly has an amazing punk music scene it’s like the origin-“ Nick’s rambling was background noise to you as you hug his girlfriend who just arrived with the last of their band’s shirts. Gem was true to her name, a gem. Guiding you to the small sectioned off area for the photographers, she wanted to make sure security didn’t give you a hard time as they have before.

Setting your case between one of the speakers and the wall, you were too into making sure your camera was properly formatted to notice two figures near you. One on stage on their knees, fiddling with their peddles and wires that ran to the guitar placed on a stand next to the microphone and the other behind you waiting for you to move a hair over to join you in setting up their tech.

“Excuse me, sorry!” The even toned voice didn’t seem angry or bitter as you quickly side stepped to let them beside you. A light brown bob greeted your sights before you saw the angular face and side smile that the voice belonged to. Tapered slacks, a Corroded Coffin shirt, and open vest paired with silver jewelry and a crystal hung on a string were the first things you took in as your eyes gazed from the screen of your camera to the pair of blue eyes looking towards you.

“Hey, you’re (y/n), right?! One, huge fan of your work, like seriously! Two, well, actually. No two. Just be wary that the guys like to grab equipment so you get good shots. I’m Robin, nice to meet you!” A happy yet awkward chuckle left the rambling girl as her ringed fingers expertly secured her lens to the body of her camera and snapping a few shots off the stage.

“Hey! Yes thanks! I’ve seen some of your work and it’s absolutely amazing!” A grin played on your features as Robin went through the three stages of honor; shock, disbelief, and flattery. You both hit it off, chatting haphazardly as the crowd formed behind the metal barricade you rested on and the balcony. Soon enough, lights dimmed and the steady beat of a bass drum filled the room. Screams and cheers followed suit, that was your cue to go into work mode. Forgetting about what was around you, you worked nimbly with Robin to make sure you both got high grade shots and didn’t run into one another.

It wasn’t until the third or fourth song of the set when you went to go switch to your film camera that you noticed the four men on stage in front of you. The frontman instantly got your attention as he donned a pair of ripped skinny jeans and chains, rings, a muscle tank which showed off the opal skin stained with onyx and ruby ink, and a black bandana wrapped around his forehead. The brown-black hair was what struck you, though. Wild and unruly, his curls seemed to make him look even more angelic while if that were anyone else, they’d look like they had no idea to take care of their appearance. He was effortlessly ethereal; put together while also not being put together at all.

Your eyes must have burned a hole into his face because his brown doe eyes caught yours as he roamed the stage before the next song. His stoney, rocker façade seemingly broke for a half-moment as he drank you in before returning to what task was at hand.

Both of you couldn’t deny the intensity that drew both of you in but you found yourself already overthinking like you were getting ready for a date as you photographed the rest of their set.

You see, while your friend’s band was in the pop punk genre, which you enjoyed thoroughly, over time you’ve become drawn to bedroom and indie pop. Phoebe Bridgers, Ethel Cain, The Japanese House, The 1975, just to name a few. Many called it sad girl pop since the songs were catchy and addicting while the message in the lyrics dealt with the heavy reality of life.

So to say you were out of place in a sea of leather and chains was an understatement. Your bell bottom jeans and black ankle boots paired with the babydoll top Gem had made just for you for your birthday that had the band’s logo of a jar of sugar next to a bottle of spilt pills couldn’t stand out even more than it already did. That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the music Corroded Coffin was playing but it wasn’t your usual flavor.

With the last song fading, the house lights came back up and you capped your lens after turning the camera off to preserve battery. “Oh my god, (y/n). I have the best photo of you and Eddie staring at one another! Oh dude he’s going to be so embarrassed!” Shoving the camera into your line of sight, your eyes drew to the tiny bright screen. Your lips pressed into a cheeky grin before you peered to Robin through your lashes. “Oh you can’t delete that! Send it to me!” Mischief laced both of your auras, making a deeper connection with the girl who reminded you so much of yourself.

Grabbing your wrist with a playful laugh, Robin guided you away from the security of safety before leading you to the bar where there was the frizzy mass of hair downing a glass of ice water. His side profile was something out of a distant dream you had had years before but that was something you didn’t care about. The same doe eyes that softened when they landed on you found you once more before playful fear filled them as he noticed Robin guiding you towards him.

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[mintymelty]

YHS: A Serialization [] 4. The Undertaking- Actually-Doing-It Phase

⚠️WARNING! This episode contains uncensored cursing, threats of violence and weapons! (No graphic violence, tho)⚠️

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It’s been fifteen minutes since lunch started. I’m currently hiding out in the girl’s restroom plotting a new way in. Why? The coach walked out and (get this) LOCKED BOTH THE BOYS AND GIRLS LOCKER ROOM.

💙: (Crap! There goes plan A.)

I should have seen this coming. Yamada High doesn’t seem like the type of school to just let their precious locker rooms be potentially vandalized. Unlike my old schools.

Argh! Why is it so cold in here all of a sudden! It’s like…

The vents are loose…

Well, I could use the toilet seat as a step-stool. What’s the worst that could happen?

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💙: (OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH I’M GONNA FREEZE TO DEATH.)

💙: (WHYYYYY did I think this was a good idea?? It’s so cramped and wet and dark and gross-)

💙:(Whatever, 50 dollars is 50 doll-)

❓: “.. ᴵ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ⁻“

💙: (Oh! Is that… the nerd from P.E.?)

💙: (Is he in the showers? Am I close?)

❗️: “Don’t bother. If you won’t tell me where the pendant is-“

💙: (…And Austin? He wants the pendant too?!)

❗️: “I’ll cut it out of you.”

💙: (Oh…shit! I have to do something!)

🖤: “Stay back! Get away from me-“

💙: (Uh.. is there any way i could.. drop something??)

🖤: “I don’t know where the pendant is! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

💙: (Crapcrapcrap there’s gotta be a something I could hit Austin with-)

❗️: “You can’t even keep track of your own pendant?”

🖤: “It was a gift- I didn’t know it was that important to you-“

❗️: “I don’t give a fuck about that stupid piece of plastic, it’s about what inside-“

*THWACK!*

❗️: “Agh! my head-“

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I did it! I pulled out some screws in a vent opening and threw that thing at Austin! Squeaky footsteps followed and Kai dashed out of the stall (that’s why he couldn’t just run away- they were both in a bathroom stall) and it seems like Austin gave up the chase- for now.

❗️: “Whatever, I need some ice. Don’t wanna be out of commission for training.”

…Y’know it’s hard to believe that a monster that would’ve stabbed a kid can just go about their day like nothing happened. Scary.

Anyways! I’m pretty sure the showers are empty now. Time to find the pendant!

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💙: “Where is it? I’ve been looking everywhere- did she-“

💙: “There you are! Come to mama-“

❤️: “Are you lost?”

💙: “ArE yOu lOst babY gIrl- OH MY GOSH you’re actually there-“

Standing right behind me was some emo-looking dude wearing a hoodie. His hair was an unnatural shade of red and looked like it needed to be brushed. I really need to work on my street-smart game.

❤️: “…are you looking for something?”

💙: “Ummm…. yeah! I kinda like… don’t know where the girl’s restroom is-“

❤️: “Well it’s not here. Get out and take a left. It’s right next door. Not sure how you’d miss the sign.”

💙: “… O.K.! Thank you, kind stranger-“

💙: “…And he left.”

💙: (More like weird stranger.)

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The locket is… odd. For something Olivia was willing to pay 50 dollars for, it was almost comical how cheap it was. For starters, it’s made of plastic. And so is the “gem”.

Not to mention the weird snake symbol on the back…

Oh well! 50 dollars is 50 dollars! The day’s pretty much over, anyways.

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#digital art #itsfunneh yandere high school #itsfunneh yhs #itsfunneh fanart #itsfunneh yhs: a serialization #yhs #mcyt #yhs kai #pixel art

[vrisrezis]

Could you make a rocket x male reader? Where the reader sees rocket turned to dust by the snap and is going into despair.

To then kill thanos, after learning that the gems can no longer be used.

We move on to when Natasha tells him that there may be a hope of getting him back.

In the end we have a reunion with the guardians and the reader collapses when he sees rocket, going to hug him and kiss him through tears, asking him not to disappear again.

Rocket feels himself wake up, from what felt like… just him floating in nothing but a pit of darkness. At first, he thought it was some strange dream, but the longer he was there, the longer he realized this is what happens after death. And man is it boring. Nothing do to, but sit there and float, maybe hope you could at least get a nap in to pass the time, but it never comes. He never feels the need to sleep, maybe he can’t. But while he experienced true boredom, you were left experiencing true despair.

The utter pain you felt, losing everyone you ever loved. You and nebula had that in common, losing the only family you ever had, it brought you two together. In such a strange way too, since you never imagined yourself forming a bond with her of all people. But once again, you and her had to separate. Maybe you were a bit clingy, because of all that you’ve lost, but you had a feeling you were going to miss her dearly. She had told you this many times, but she said it once again. “Stop showing weakness like that. We’ll never defeat my father that way.”

So she showed a bit of tough love, as you liked to call it. And she once again lectured you on using jokes and flirting as a way of coping.

Even after finding thanos, you were at a complete dead end. You had to thank the avengers, all of them, for never giving up on hope. Natasha in particular, who was very set on getting everyone back.

It’s the reason you all won today, it was Natasha’s sacrifice. You’ll never forget her, and you’ll never forget how kind she always was to you, despite everything’s that’s happened. Despite how pathetic you must’ve seen for breaking down so many times, but she’d simply say “well… if you’re so pathetic, how come you were the one to motivate thor?”

And when it came down to the fight of your life, the battle for the universe, you won. Thanks to Tony’s sacrifice. Somebody you had also gotten to know pretty well, as he reminded you of rocket in a strange way. Perhaps it was his smarts, his ability to build scraps into machines, perhaps it was the sarcasm. But he became a close friend of yours rather fast, and you were of course sad to see him go.

But his sacrifice, granted you your strength once again. It granted you your family.

It granted you rocket.

You dashed over towards him, with speed he’s never seen from you before. And also.. an outfit he’s never seen you in. To be fair, there’s a lot for him to process. You tackle him to the ground in a tight squeeze. “Too tight!” he says, barely able to breathe, and you let go, but only a little bit. He sighs, wrapping his arms around you to the best of his ability. He sadly sighs as he hears you cry. “Hey… I’m fine. I’m here.”

“Do not leave me like that again dude! Seriously!”

“Yeah yeah… wait a sec… what did you just call me?”

#rocket the raccoon x reader #rocket x reader #rocket racoon x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #mcu x y/n #mcu x you #mcu x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x reader