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murdrdocs · 6 months

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I've been thinking non stop about Mike liking Abby's new daycare teacher but is too shy to do anything so Abby just casually mentions that her big brother has a crush on you and is doing weird things like checking his hair and only wearing the same pants two days in a row instead of four. So when u spill that Abby told u he doesn't know whether to be mad at her or not bc if ur wasn't for her he would have a date

I LOVEE THESE TYPES OF THINGS GN! READER

you’re sweet, patient, professional while managing to slip in some casualness to the conversations that you and mike have (short and cordial always) that make him feel like you’re more of an acquaintance and not just someone he indirectly pays.

you’re young, around his age he assumes, and he confirms his assumptions when he’s questioning abby.

“your, uh, new teacher,” he starts as he’s finishing up dinner (spaghetti again).

abby hums from behind him. “what about them?” mike turns to glance at his sister who sits on the counter, her feet thudding against the cheap cabinets with the way she kicks them.

he turns back to the stove, shrugging and scratching at his ear. “nothing i was just wondering about them. like … are they … cool?”

and mike is so glad that abby has always been the more talkative one out of the two of them because she’s immediately thrusting herself into an analysis of your quirks and how you really care about the children.

long story short, abby likes you just as much as mike does. even more, actually.

she’s always running to hug you when mike drops her off and picks her up, and he distantly wishes he could do the same. he thinks he’s playing it cool, sending you tight lipped smiles and waves that are a little too disjointed.

but abby is more perceptive than he thinks.

each time he tells himself he’s going to have an actual conversation with you. maybe mention the band tee you wear on a casual friday or ask about the song you were humming before he’d arrived. there’s intentions for him to get to know you and eventually ask you out.

but he backs out each time.

leaving abby to play matchmaker.

when mike comes in one thursday afternoon, hoodie soaked from the thunderstorm outside, he greets you and notices that your smile is a little more bashful than usual. abby is running around with her friends inside, playing an intense game of indoor freeze tag, and mike is trying to get her attention but you stop him.

“they can play for a while longer. i couldn’t let both of you go out in that storm.”

he looks out the window and notices that somehow, it’d gotten stronger.

“uh, do you want something hot to drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee?” you sound shy, maybe, but mike can't figure out why.

he's just grateful for a chance to spend time alone with you.

“coffee would be great, actually.”

you and mike end up in the kitchen of the small cafeteria, each drinking your respective drinks in silence, until you speak.

“um, i hope i’m not overstepping.” mikes ears perk up because that’s never a good start. “but abby told me that you have a crush on me. is that true?”

fucking abby.

his ears redden immediately, head dropping as he considers how to play this. but before he can even decide, you’re speaking again.

“because if so, i just want to let you know that i feel the same.”

he lifts his head too quick, a little bit of his coffee spilling out of the loaned mug with the movement. he doesn’t care about that, though, at least not immediately. instead, he focuses on you. he searches your face for a joking smile, maybe a little bit of mischief in your eyes. but there’s nothing but honesty in them.

he takes the plunge.

“would you wanna do something … sometime?” not very descriptive but you smile at him anyway.

“i would love to.”

god bless abby.

#he’s so cutesy #mschmidtsworld!#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #fnaf movie

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lovebugism · 3 months

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I had this idea about eddie dating reader who is obsessed with pop boy bands! tysmm

i'm so obsessed with this idea bless you anon — the town freak tries to impress the local cool girl and, in true eddie munson fashion, it doesn't go as quite expected (friends to lovers, fluff, shameless it reference, 1.1k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Eddie stands across the counter at Family Video and lays a collection of cassettes on top of it.

Steve blinks once at the tapes, then twice up at him. “…What is this?” he wonders, visibly dumbfounded.

“Do you interrogate every customer that comes in here?” the wild-haired boy quips, digging into the pockets of his leather jacket for some wadded-up bills. “Just scan it.”

“New Kids on the Block? New Edition?” Steve announces as he bags each plastic case. His chiseled features twist in confusion. “Who are you, and what did you do with Eddie Munson?”

“It’s not for me, dingus.”

“First of all, don’t call me that. And second of all, who the hell is it for then?”

“Someone. No one,” Eddie mumbles, shrugging and shifting his weight on his feet, doing a terrible job of hiding his sudden sheepishness. “Don’t worry about it.”

Steve’s eyes narrow. “A girl?”

“…Maybe.”

“A pretty girl?”

Eddie scoffs an unamusing laugh. “Sure. If that’s the only way your pea brain knows how to describe someone as… uncanny, and demonic, and fascinating as she is.”

Steve’s brows pinch in a subtle horror. He’s not sure what most of those words mean, but they don’t really sound like compliments. He just shrugs and decides not to press it any further. “…Okay.”

“She’s just into this stuff, okay?” Eddie confesses, gesticulating wildly with his ringed hands. “And I wanna like the things that she likes— Is that so bad?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s very, very bad,” Steve answers without thinking twice. He passes him the plastic bag full of tapes with a sympathetic glint in his eye. “’Cause that means you’re in love.”

—————

Eddie stands outside the arcade in wait for you. He knows you always come to The Palace on Fridays — right before the school day ends, so you have a couple hours of peace before the snotty middle schoolers run you out with their post-P.E. stench.

He wears a set of headphones over his untamed curls and a walkman clipped to his jeans. It plays a pop song he’s only ever heard on the car radio. Steve’s radio, specifically. He’s heard you hum it a time or two, and it’s the only time he’s ever been able to stand it — as if he needed another reason to prove Steve right.

He was head over heels, disgustingly, wretchedly, completely, utterly, and totally in love with you.

Propped against the driver’s side door of his van, he exhales smoke from his lungs and sees you walking down the sidewalk.

Your pink tights swish at the knees while your plaid skirt, in a grass green color, flutters around your thighs. Your sweater’s bright blue, and the only thing halfway matching the rest of your outfit is the bright emerald dinosaur pictured on the front of it.

You beam at the sight of him. “Teddy? What are you doing here?”

“I’d guess the same thing you’re doing here, sweetheart,” he quips, playing cool as he snuffs out his cigarette with the heel of his worn sneaker.

“Normally, you’re busy on Fridays… I’m starting to feel like you’re stalking me.”

Eddie’s deep brown eyes narrow, twinkling with dark chocolate. “And how would you know that I’m busy on Fridays?” he teases, tilting his wild head to his shoulder.

You shrug, faltering for a blink of a moment. “Corroded Coffin always performs on Fridays. Everyone knows that.”

“Well, maybe just you and the… four other drunks that happento come to the Hideout on Fridays,” he jokes with a boyish laugh.

“Touché,” you concede, smiling wider. “Whatcha listening to?”

You reach out for him, taking the headphones from his ears like you always do. You place them over your own head and expect to hear something loud and heavy — that’s what you usually catch him listening to, anyway. A wide smile blooms on your lips when a familiar song fills your ears.

“New Kids on the Block?” you wonder with a scrunched nose, voice distant with disbelief.

Eddie had been expecting this. He’d spent ten minutes praying this exact moment would happen, but he stumbles over himself about it anyway. “Yeah. Uh, Family Video— They’re selling tapes and stuff now— To keep from going out of business, I guess,” he stammers, laughing awkwardly as he scratches the back of his neck. “So, I don’t know. I guess, I thought I’d—”

“Buy it for yourself?” you finish for him, with a knowing grin on your petaled mouth. “And then try to impress me by waiting outside the arcade I go to every Friday? Even though you’re usually busy practicing?”

You see right through him with little effort. Mostly because you’re one and the same — hopelessly in love and tripping over yourselves with it.

Eddie nods, then laughs. “Yeah, actually. That’s— That’s the half of it, yeah.”

Your smile quietens when you slip the headphones back over his head, fingers brushing his curls and palms grazing his flushed cheeks. “Maybe we can go together sometime?” you offer and step back from him again. “I can show you where they kept the real music. You know, make sure they got the right stuff to listen to.”

His chest swells. He almost forgets to breathe.

He never, in a million years, would’ve expected his first unofficial date with you to be at Family Video, of all places — but he’s grateful for it nonetheless. He figures he could go just about anywhere and be happy as long as he could look over and see you standing right beside him.

Eddie nods until the words catch up to him. “Yeah. Sure. Yeah. That sounds— That sounds good.”

“I’ll call you when I’m free,” you tease and walk on by him.

You’re always free. He knows that. You’re always everywhere and nowhere all at once. Even now, standing right in front of him, you’ll disappear like you’d never been there at all. You just like to keep him guessing, really, and he knows that, too. It’s why he melts for you so easy.

“Okay,” he nods, rapid and utterly dumb.

“I’ll see you soon. Maybe.”

He watches you meander towards the entrance of the arcade. Words start to bubble in his throat. They spill out before his brain can decide whether or not to actually say them. “Please don’t go girl,” he blurts while the lyrics of the same song croon in his ears.

You spin around and blink wordlessly at him. You don’t look confused, but you don’t look impressed either. Eddie can’t gauge the emotion on your face, and he falters.

“That’s the... That’s the name of… of one of their songs,” he stammers.

He blinks, and you’re beaming again. A golden laugh spills from your lips, like honey and summer and sunshine. “I know, Teddy,” you grin — voice as warm and as fond as your glittering gaze.

He grieves when you turn away again, walking into the arcade without looking back at him once.

Eddie doesn’t breathe again until you’re gone, forgets how to until you’re done clouding his vision.

You’ll be the death of him yet.

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violetrainbow412-blog · 4 months

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Tango in the Sky [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

[Timothée masterlist]

note: LISTEN, first of all I want to say a huge apology because I was literally stuck on this. I had like two weeks with the document started and I just didn't know how to do it, so I'm sorry if this is horrible. I think the problem was that I wanted to make everything the same as the movie and aaagh, I don't know. I know you wanted a kiss but I also had a hard time writing that because they barely know each other haha 😫

I will catch up more these days with everything on my inbox (which is quite a few, thank you for that beautiful people) and I appreciate the nice reception, I love you!

Special thanks to @fivesumbrella5 for leaving their name, it makes me happy to know who requests it :)

“Have you done this before?” you asked, gently petting the snout of the giraffe in front of you. Willy was downstairs, milking her so he could get the milk needed for her chocolates.

Noodle was supposed to have helped him that day, but the poor thing had caught a cold and you had been the lucky one (not really) to be driving the delivery cart. Although it had been a drastic change of plans, you had to adjust to it.

"Once. In Africa. Magnificent beast”

“Was she wild?”

“Wild? She was absolutely furious! But once my hands warmed up, I think she kind of liked it” Willy responded and then you giggled.

It was nice to have his company, that most eccentric guy who had come to rock everyone's world at the laundry.

“The way you left your coat makes it look like a person,” you pointed out, looking down at the coat rack on which he had left the red piece.

“Huh? It's true,” said the boy, smiling. Willy got up from his seat, humming a song, and then approached the structure taking a few steps and turns that ended in a mocking bow. “May I have this piece?”

You were watching his occurrence from above and when he started dancing you couldn't contain your laughter. He even started singing, showing you that he had a really beautiful voice.

"You like dancing?"

“I love it, actually,” he confessed. He had already put his coat and hat back on. “Especially when my partner is human.”

How curious, you were a human. And now that you had seen him dance, you were sure that you could become that dance partner he needed.

You started to go down the stairs, trying to ignore the vertigo that doing so gave you, and when you were two steps from the floor one of your feet slipped. You screamed as you fell, but you were lucky that he reacted quickly, managing to stop the impact by holding you by the back.

"My God…"

“It was close, right?” he laughed, still sounding agitated. “You have to be careful.”

You only managed to nod your head, slightly embarrassed, and then he helped you to step completely onto the floor. He was smiling, he always did, as if his cheeks were made to handle that.

“Do we have what we need?”

“We have it, my dear lady,” he replied, showing you the metal can that was filled with milk. At least something positive had come out of it all. “So it's time to go.”

“Thank you, Abigail!” You exclaimed towards the giraffe. She shook her head as if she really understood and the two of you got out of there.

It was cold outside and you felt strange seeing the zoo so desolate, although at the same time you were happy. Before the arrival of the chocolatier you could barely leave the laundry and now in a single day you had done wonderful things.

"No way…"

"What?"

“Have you ever flown?” He said with enthusiasm reflected in his bright eyes. You, as was logical, immediately denied, “Do you want to do it?”

"What?" you repeated, this time more acute and convinced it was a joke.

"It will be fun! Come on, trust me” he murmured and without giving you time to respond he took your hand to start running on the snowy road.

You were learning that you had to be careful with these occurrences and you had a feeling that this would not be the exception. You understood what his idea was the moment the bunch of balloons entered your field of vision and when you tried to react, he had already taken them with his free hand.

“It's not what… no, no, Willy…” you tried to stop him, but he wouldn't let you.

You ran out of pure inertia, knowing that if you slowed down you would probably trip and everything would turn out horribly. You were heading towards the lake and you closed your eyes as you imagined your destination, but it was nothing like you expected because the tips of your light feet barely touched the edge of the water. A second later you were already lifted into the air and then you clung to him with all the strength that existed in your body. You didn't even want to breathe for fear of falling and he noticed it.

"Open your eyes! You miss the show” the boy laughed, as if flying at night was the most normal thing in the world.

You ignored him and continued hugging him while the wind hit your face and ruffled your hair. You thanked God when your feet finally touched a firm surface, thinking it was the floor, but when you opened your eyes you noticed a glass floor illuminated from below: the panic returned when you realized that it was not a floor, but a ceiling.

“Willy, we're going to fall and die…” you half-screamed, launching yourself into his arms again. He was still holding his bunch of balloons and looked as cheerful as at the beginning.

“Nothing is going to happen to us. It's like walking on a tightrope."

“I have never walked a tightrope!” you replied fearfully. He let go of you and started to walk you away from him, slowly, and then he saw the terror in your eyes.

“If you've never walked a tightrope then it'll just be like dancing, okay?” he smiled, while he took your hand without getting rid of your means of transportation yet. “Do you know how to dance?”

Of course you knew how to do it, but this wasn't exactly what you were expecting when you wanted him to ask you.

“Look, just take one step forward,” he continued, pulling you towards him and moving in the opposite direction. “One back, one forward, two back…”

The boy hummed the instructions kindly and you tried to look him in the eyes just to avoid noticing how many meters high you were. After a couple of sequences you had begun to relax, but when he suddenly placed the balloons in your hand and let you go, you let out a little scream again.

Thanks to his help you did a couple of turns in the air and then he held you again, by his waist, until you were right in front of him.

“Don't let go of me” you asked in a whisper and Willy promised that he wouldn't.

Under that commitment you continued dancing to the rhythm that your friend set and little by little you were feeling more excited about what was happening. You had literally flown through the air and now you were on the damn roof of the gourmet galleries dancing with the most handsome chocolatier you knew; How likely was it at the beginning of the day? None, in short, so it was a pleasant surprise.

Willy guided you to the top of the dome that adorned the galleries, using the balloons to fly again, and suddenly you two stopped to hold onto the metal rod at the top of it. You were smiling from ear to ear and his hand had ended up on yours, while he also had a happy face.

“Didn't I tell you you'd be fun?”

“You are completely crazy, Mr. Wonka. I mean it in the best way” you sighed sincerely, managing to get a giggle out of him.

The man seemed to love heights, unlike you, and he wasn't about to let the moment between you last so short. So, careful not to let go, he began to bend over himself, taking you with him, until you were left sitting on the glass ceiling.

“Just breathe and take a second to appreciate the view,” he asked you, still holding your hand in an attempt to keep you calm.

If you looked down you could see the interior full of shoppers and if you looked forward you could see the entire city. However, the best view was to the side, right where Willy could be seen closely. Until that moment you noticed that the flamingos seemed to have followed you through the air and were now flying freely.

It was actually nice to be in that position once you had put your absolute terror of heights aside and as if you were suddenly aware of everything, the hand holding yours made you blush. Like this you were silent for a minute, with only the sound of the wind filling your ears.

“You know, Willy?” you started to say, not really looking at him. You were focused on the bright lights of one of the mansions “I haven't felt like this in a long time. It's nice to go out into the world."

Were you happy perhaps? If so, then he had achieved his goal. The truth was that one of the reasons he had done everything he had done was in the hope of making you smile and even with the difficulties that had arisen along the way, he had achieved it.

He was about to respond when the feeling of your lips placing a kiss on his cheek stopped his breathing and stirred his thoughts.

“I only worry about one thing though,” you exclaimed again. He looked at you carefully to listen to what you were going to say to him. “How are we going to get down from here?”

The boy laughed and the hand with which he was still holding the balloons waved in the air. You let out a whimper.

“Did you expect anything else?”

“An emergency staircase or something,” you joked. “But I guess it will be flying.”

If you had thought that going up into the air had been a nightmare, going down to the ground again turned out to be much worse.

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katyaromanoffpetrova · 28 days

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The only fool on April Fools'

Natasha thought she came up with the best prank ever. But she forgot exactly who she was trying to prank.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC • Wordcount: 2.7k • Warnings: suggestive talk Masterlist

Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!

A/N: a late birthday post from me :)

2028

Natasha could not stop looking at her hands on the steering wheel. More specifically, she couldn't stop looking at her nails. Every time they caught her eye when she went to change the song on the radio or flick her blinker, the smuggest smirk took over her entire face.

She'd been thinking long and hard about this year's prank. April Fools' Day was a serious occasion for her and Katya, a holiday they planned for for months. It started in 2010 when Natasha had been brave enough to prank her girlfriend at the time, and it developed from there. The only rule they had was that the pranks shouldn't be too humiliating. Just funny. So there was a lot of creative freedom.

This year, she really nailed it. It was hilarious. She was hilarious, and Katya was going to be so pissed. She thought Natasha had just gone to get a haircut, but she'd be getting the worst surprise of her life when she showed her what she'd actually been doing in the city.

Was it cruel? Yes. But Katya replaced all the Oreo cookie filling with toothpaste last year. Natasha's Oreo cookies. And she filled a donut with mayo. So Natasha wanted to let her feel that same pain. Only more subtly.

When she walked into the house, pushing her smirk aside for the sake of the prank, the smell of cake filled her nostrils. It smelled delicious, like chocolate and butter. A special recipe that Katya had been meaning to try. Too bad that Natasha wouldn't be eating a single piece of it, considering there was probably salt in it instead of sugar, but at least she knew where to find her darling wife.

Prepared to feel incredibly smug and pleased, she strolled into the kitchen. Katya stood with her back turned, softly singing a song as she mixed something with the handheld electronic mixer. The noise drowned out the sound of Natasha's footsteps, so she didn't hear her come in. It only prolonged the excitement. "Smells good in here."

Katya jumped, quickly turning off the mixer. "Oh. Hi, baby!" An adoring smile spread across her lips as she turned around. Natasha almost felt bad for her upcoming prank. Almost. "Let me see your hair." A crease formed between her brows as she studied Natasha's long red locks. "It doesn't look any different," she said carefully, as if she was afraid to offend her new haircut.

Natasha smiled sheepishly, glancing down at her hands. "Yeah, well, you know… I was planning on getting my hair done, but then I passed a nail salon, and, well…" Instead of explaining, she simply brought her hands up, holding her nails out for Katya to see.

When the nail stylist asked her what shape she wanted, Natasha told her to go for the pointest, most stabby looking nail she could do, and she hadn't disappointed. Two inches long, all of them ended in a point that could seriously poke somebody's eye out. The deep red color and the black details turned them into the sexiest murder weapons she'd ever had. The sexiest, most inconvenient weapons ever. They were lowkey homophobic.

She saw the different emotions cross Katya's face one by one. Excitement, at first. Probably because she was happy Natasha spoiled herself, or she liked the nails. Then hesitation. Then realization. Then anger, which manifested with a slight twitch of her brows. And lastly…

Actually, Natasha couldn't decipher the emotion that slid over the anger. It was like Katya mentally paused before she could get really angry, and then decided on a different course. All of it happened within a second. Her brain was just that fast at assessing a situation.

An excited gasp flew from her lips. "They look so good, honey!" Katya exclaimed, carefully taking Natasha's hands in her own to see her nails better. "The design is so simple yet so elegant. It really suits you!"

Natasha inwardly frowned, her smugness plummeting. This was not the reaction she had been hoping for. Not by miles. But she wasn't giving up yet. "What do you think about the length?" She smiled, mirroring Katya's excitement. "I wanted to go even longer, but I've never had nails before so I didn't want to overdo it."

"No, I love it! It suits your hand shape really well."

To Natasha's even bigger surprise, Katya let her hands go to grab her cheeks instead, pulling her close to press a sweet kiss to her lips. Her blue eyes sparkled joyfully. "I'm so glad you treated yourself to something nice. You deserve it."

Then she turned around and went back to making the icing for her cake.

Natasha stood there, lost, wondering how this had gone completely the opposite way of how she wanted. Katya was supposed to be upset, asking her what she was thinking, getting long ass nails as a woman in a lesbian relationship. With those weapons on her fingers, she could not use them for her favorite activity whatsoever.

But instead of getting pissed, Katya got the opposite. She happily sang, swaying her body as she finished mixing her icing. Not a care in the world.

Natasha's prank had dramatically failed.

"Look how good this looks." Katya suddenly turned around, a big scoop of chocolate icing on her pointer finger. Slowly, she brought it to her lips, sucking her finger into her mouth and pulling it out. "Hmm, so good," she moaned.

The very bottom part of Natasha's stomach twisted into knots. She couldn't find her words as she watched Katya lick off the icing in a way that was incredibly sensual. And not by accident.

''Yep, that's done!" She beamed. Katya covered the bowl with some foil and put it in the fridge, happily twirling around to a still frozen Natasha. ''I'm going to lift some weights. Could use a spotter.''

''I—'' Natasha mentally slapped herself, swallowing thickly. ''Sure.''

Katya perked up. ''Okay. Give me a minute to change.''

She wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what those nails meant. It meant her wife was an ass. An ass who didn't want to get laid for a few weeks, apparently.

Her first instinct was to get pissed. Get pissed at Natasha for partly ruining their sex life. Because while they owned many replacements, Natasha's fingers would always be her favorite, and they were not going up there looking like that.

But then Katya realized that getting angry was exactly what her wife was after. And what better way to ruin a prank by pretending not to see it? In fact, she was going to throw Natasha's own prank right back at her, make her miserable. Show her that getting these nails would come back to bite her in the ass. Fast.

Nobody messed with her.

Choosing her smallest sports bra and tightest cycling shorts, Katya threw her hair up and returned to Natasha. The woman seemed to be disoriented, or at least deep in thought. She was in the exact spot Katya left her ten minutes earlier, frowning at the countertop. When she did look up, Katya purposely flexed her biceps as she tightened her ponytail, drawing Natasha's gaze directly to her arms.

Her green eyes darkened as they took in Katya's figure. Everything that wasn't bare skin was skin-tight. And while her body didn't look the way it did when she was twenty-four—duh—Natasha still thought it was hot as hell. She wanted to grab it, bend it over the counter—

''Earth to Nat.''

Natasha rapidly blinked, pulling her head out of the clouds. ''Hm?''

Katya had a huge grin on her face that she tried to hide. ''I said; are you coming?''

''Oh, yes.''

She didn't even try to not stare at Katya's ass as the brunette walked in front of her. It was right there, shaking in those spandex shorts. The urge to grab it and press her nails—oh. With a frown, Natasha looked down at her pointy nails. She couldn't grab Katya's butt and press the top of her nails down at the same time.

''Hmm…'' Katya stopped in the doorframe of the garage—their home gym. ''What do you reckon I should do first?''

''Ass.'' Natasha was just in time to bring her gaze upwards when Katya spun around, staring straight into her raised eyebrow. Her cheeks heated up when she realized what her half-horny brain had thrown out. ''I meant squats.''

''Squats it is.'' Katya smiled.

Even the process of setting it all up drove Natasha up the wall. To get the weights on the bar, Katya had to lift them, and because she barely wore a shirt, her back, shoulder, and arm muscles visibly flexed for Natasha to see. Her hands itched, but she suspected Katya was playing a game, and she wasn't going to give in.

They both weren't going to give in. So it was going to be a game of who can hold out the longest.

If things progressed this way, Natasha was one hundred percent sure she was going to lose.

''Okay.'' Katya excessively bent over to put her resistance band down. She'd warmed her muscles—doing some very deep deep squats—and secured her ponytail once more. ''I'm ready.''

Natasha knew it was going to be a mistake when she stepped behind Katya. She knew she was digging her own grave. The brunette pressed her ass into her front and flexed her muscles way more than necessary as she adjusted her grip on the bar resting on her shoulders. Natasha clenched her jaw to keep still and quiet, but the frustration started to build.

Down Katya went for the first squat, pausing a few seconds before she went up again. Natasha squatted along with her, forcing herself to pay attention to the bar and only the bar. She wondered if she could even close her hands around it in case Katya needed her help. Those damn claws of her were probably in the way.

She was about to breathe out in relief when Katya didn't pull any stunts on the way up.

Then she let out the sexiest grunt ever.

Natasha nearly collapsed through her knees. Dirty memories of times where Katya grunted like that flashed through her head. Half an hour of teasing and she was on the very edge of damning it all to hell. Screw her dignity. She wanted something else to screw, and fast.

Down, Katya went again, audibly breathing out as she went down, and grunting when she straightened up. Down, breathing out. Up, grunting.

Three times, Natasha kept herself together with great difficulty. On the forth grunt, her sexual frustration snapped.

''Put it down.''

Katya smirked to herself. She expected her wife to keep it together a bit longer, but obviously her plan was working. ''What? Why? I've just started,'' she said innocently, pretending to be extremely confused the same way she'd been pretending to be stupid.

''Put the thing down.''

Carefully, Katya racked the bar, furrowing her brows as she turned to face the fuming redhead. Before she could blink, Natasha had her pinned against one of the squat rack's poles. She felt all that frustration in the way her spine bumped against the metal. ''What's going on?'' Her eyes widened like that of a deer in headlights.

''Stop playing dumb.''

''Playing dumb?''

Natasha took one good look at her and knew she wasn't going to give in. Katya could play the innocent persona as long as she wished to, no matter what threat Natasha would sling at her head. Torture training as a kid clearly worked better for her. The only thing she had to do was grunt a bit and Natasha was a goner.

A groan of frustration filled the garage. This was cruelty in the most ruthless way. Dangling the richest, most tasteful, most expensive wine in front of an alcoholic but not letting them have a taste. Collecting all her self-control, Natasha backed away, stalking off without so much as another word.

Katya snickered proudly, smirking as she turned back to the squat rack. Her plan was going amazingly so far. These weren't the only tricks up her sleeve.

The torture continued throughout the day. She was doing the dishes? She accidentally got the front of her shirt all wet, and didn't happen to wear a bra. The dinner table needed a good clean? She was bent all over that thing trying to get the spots in the middle. She was vacuuming? She was on her hands and knees on the floor trying to vacuum underneath the couch.

Wherever Natasha went, she also miraculously had to be. The redhead could not escape her. It was torture training. But in a way she'd never been tortured before.

The weapons on her hands had gone from ''the funniest things ever'' to ''I'm going to rip my whole nail off if it means I get to stuff my hand down her pants''. She couldn't take it anymore. Sexual frustration built and built until her stomach was in a permanent knot and her hands were constantly sweaty.

Two hours before Maya was meant to be coming home, Natasha couldn't take it anymore. The groans, grunts, and sighs, and the positions Katya bent her body in finally pushed her over the edge.

Fine, her wife had won. But taking a hit to her ego and pride was worth it if she could finally get her hands between those legs.

She didn't even bother soaking her nails off. She simply took nail cutters to them and cut them all off as short as possible. Then she filed them down roughly, paying extra attention to the middle three fingers of her left hand, and tossed everything in the trash.

Katya heard her coming from miles away, her rushed footsteps before Natasha cornered her in the laundry room. She saw them immediately; her nails. Or the lack thereof.

Concerned, she dropped a t-shirt back in the laundry basket, trying to reach for her hands. ''Oh, no, what did you do to your nails?''

But Natasha wasn't taking this innocent bullshit anymore. ''You drive me absolutely nuts. You pest,'' she grumbled. Her voice lacked serious anger as she slowly backed Katya up against the washing machine. Instead, it was laced with reluctant defeat and annoyance. Annoyance at herself.

A sly smile overtook Katya's features as she gripped the edge of the machine for stability. It looked like her wife had been through it. ''Ready to admit you made a mistake then?''

''I hate you.''

Katya chuckled softly. ''You dug your own grave, babe. Worst prank ever. Well, for you then. It was so much fun for me.'' She smirked teasingly as she slowly trailed her fingers up Natasha's arm. The game was still going on. Even now. The glare Natasha sent her was weak at most. ''Don't forget who you're messing with.''

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning forward to connect their lips, thinking this was it. But Katya jerked her head back, amusement swimming in her eyes.

''Nuh-uh. Say it.''

''Say it?'' The redhead grumbled impatiently, seconds away from throwing a fit.

Katya nodded smugly, her fingers slowly trailing down Natasha's arm. ''I need to hear it. I…''

Natasha clenched her teeth together to swallow back the vile words and accusations that Katya would only laugh at. She didn't think she would be this cruel, giving her dignity another slap in the face by making her vocally admit her mistake like a child. Unfortunately, Natasha didn't have another option.

She squinted her eyes, placing as much displeasure in her words as she could. ''I made a mistake thinking I could outsmart my mean, cruel wife.''

Happy, Katya grinned, grabbing Natasha's hips to pull them flush against her own. This victory tasted sweeter than her chocolate cake downstairs. She won April Fools'. And she didn't even have to do anything for it. ''You know, it's really not my fault you get so riled up.''

Natasha usually loved to bicker, but she couldn't take it anymore. Her gaze kept drifting down from Katya's eyes to her lips when she talked, and if she wouldn't get her mouth or hands on her body right this instant, she was going to explode. ''Respectfully, shut up. You had your fun, now it's time for mine.''

''Yeah, those nails aren't going up there looking like that.''

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purecantarella · 2 years

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✨purecantarella's kinktober✨

—was this planned? no, nothing i ever do is planned HAHAHAH but this is a rough concept of what i have planned this month. i will do my best to follow it but they won't be as in depth as the smut i usually write but i will try!! this will be my first time participating in kinktober actually and i am starting late :"")

day 2 : Praise Kink w/ Im Nayeon — your girlfriend and you are having a nice night in after their promotions for their song when you figure out one of her secrets.

day 3 : Mutual Masterbation w/ Shin Yuna — college!yuna doesn't want to admit it, but she needs help with certain things and as irritating as she finds you, you have all the answers.

day 4 : Restraints w/ Kim Jennie — your girlfriend has a bad habit of leaving all sorts of marks on you before a big comeback and you've found a solution to you problem.

day 5 : Breath Play w/ Park Jihyo — jihyo's vocals are amazing on their own, but you can't help but nitpick at certain things about it...like her breathing techniques.

day 6 : Wet Dreams w/ Miyou Mina — mina's been repressing just how attractive she thinks her member's girlfriend is. just might manifest it's way in more ways than one

day 7 : Threesome w/ Moon Byuli and Ahn Hwasa — a horny hwasa and competitive moonbyul raise you a wager.

day 8 : Phone Sex w/ Hwang Yeji — a secret relationship in the midst of heavy and demanding promotions can really make someone miss their incredibly attractive and sexy girlfriend.

day 9 : Break — i needed some time to recuperate yall

day 10 : Food Play w/ Hirai Momo — an indoor picnic for your 3rd year anniversary sounded lovely, strawberries, cream, chocolate, and most of all, Momo

day 11 : Corruption w/ Kim Dahyun —Dahyun never learned too much about sex nor did she want to...not until she met you of course.

day 12 : Marking w/ Minatozaki Sana — you loathed how much people looked at your girlfriend, but you'd never known what Minatozaki Sana looked like jealous.

day 13 : First Time || Love Making w/ Choi Lia — summer romance with Lia turns serious and you want to make sure that she remembers you forever with a romantic night under the stars.

day 14 : Office Quickies w/ Kim Jisoo — her employees are working her last nerve, then you show up giving her the chance to blow off some steam.

day 15 : Breeding w/ Park Rosé — rosé often talked about having kids with you, but you just supposed she didn't know what the idea did to you.

day 16 : Ab Riding w/ Kang Seulgi — seulgi preparing and performing for her latest comeback with the girls has left you in a rut, but backstage with those chiseled abs exposed? you're only human.

day 17 : Public Sex w/ Son Seungwan — wendy was always the type to lose control when you two were intimate, so you want to see just how far she can control herself

Day 18 : Break pt 2 — i'm prolly gonna be drained from this and midterms, so im gonna need this vv badly (prolly will post shit today anyway tho so this is kinda a wildcard)

Day 19 : Impact Play w/ Bae Irene — your perfect little girlfriend just needed to be knocked off her high horse for being a spoiled

Day 20 : Role Play w/ Lisa Manoban — lisa wants to show you her new routine but she wants to add a little spice to it.

Day 21 : Size Kink w/ Son Chaeyoung — teasing goes a little too far and you remind Chaeyoung just who you are.

Day 22 : Humiliation w/ Chou Tzuyu

Day 23 : Thigh Riding w/ Shin Ryujin

Day 24 : Temperature Play w/ Lee Chaeryeong

Day 25 : Body Worship w/ Yoo Jeongyeon

Day 26 : Edging w/ Kim Solar

Day 27 : Dirty Talk w/ Moon Byuli

Day 28 : Shower Sex w/ Park Jihyo

Day 29 : Strip Tease w/ Kim Jennie

Day 30 : Brat Taming w/ Shin Yuna

Day 31 : Daddy Kink w/ Shin Ryujin

—i got shy writing this list since i am sharing a room with my brother's girlfriend 😭 also this is an incomplete list but i hope you're all excited!! i will see you lovelies tomorrow!! keep safe everyone!! - r

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” screams Naaila as she bursts through the door, a party popper in hand, its explosion of confetti filling the air. "I made it just in time, didn't I?" she asks proudly, placing a matching birthday hat on your head. Naaila’s exuberance never fails to make you smile.

"It's actually three minutes past midnight," you reply, amused by her enthusiasm.

Naaila huffs, feigning annoyance. "You should focus on being more grateful this year, you brat."

"Can't be mean to the birthday girl," you scold playfully as the two of you make your way into the living room.

“Well, would the birthday girl forgive her best friend if she gave her this?” With a flourish, she presents a beautifully decorated gift basket, adorned with balloons that say "Happy Birthday" and "24". Inside lay an assortment of treats: chocolates, flowers, perfumes, makeup items, and a large teddy bear, the hamper nearly overflowing with love and thoughtfulness. Your hands reach out in awe, touched by the dedication behind the gifts.

"I love it," you exclaim, setting the basket aside to hug your friend. "But I love you more. You're my greatest friend ever." you say with another squeeze.

Naaila responds with a playful pat on your back. "Yeah, yeah, something like that."

"Are you ready to go now?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

You nod eagerly. Naaila has been planning to whisk you away to the club for a few hours of celebration, insisting it’s the perfect way to welcome the new year of your life with alcohol and dancing. With a quick adjustment of your dress and a final glance around the room, you follow Naaila out the door ready for the fun to begin.

In the heart of a bustling city, where neon lights dance against the night sky, the both of you start singing songs at the top of your lungs in the car, not caring if you sound bad but just living in the moment. The air is charged with excitement when you arrive. The both of you make your way through crowded streets, arm in arm, steps synchronized.

“You’re gonna love tonight, Y/N I’m telling you.” Naaila laughs, dragging you into the neon-coloured chaos. The smell of booze bounces around the walls of the room, surrounding you. The bass reverbs in the club add to the liveliness of the club. Your eyes scan over the room, noticing an apparent ‘couple’ corner ‘where couples seemed to be eating each other’s faces off, seconds away from fucking on the floor. “C’mon let’s get a drink.” Naaila insists over the top of chatter and laughter. The both of you navigate through the waves and groups of people, squeezing through to reach the bar, to which you find to be pressed against by many.

“Hi, can we get two vodkas with lemonades and keep 'em coming.” naaila spins on her heels after ordering, her face cracking into a smile as she firmly grips your shoulder. “I’m gonna get you so piss drunk, you’ll never want to drink again.” The bartender proceeds to slide over the ordered drinks in your direction. “Drink with me on the count of three okay”

With the glass against your lips, you wait for Naaila’s countdown. “ Okay three, two, one.” The odourless liquid rushes down your throat in a flurry. The familiar ‘liquid’ as you like to attempt to describe it. After finishing a couple more the two fo you saunter over to the heart of the club in synch to the music. You’ve not had this much fun in a while, laughing your head off as Naaila twirls you and pretends to twerk against you, gaining you funny stares but Naaila’s far from caring.

“Oh my God, I love this song. ” Naaila screams to which you give her a puzzling look.

“Really?”

“No I’m fuckin with you I don’t know this song.” she laughs letting her body get controlled by the music. Flashing lights paint the room in a kaleidoscope of colours, casting shadows that dance along the walls. Soon enough, you start carelessly joining in with the pulsating mass of bodies, and let go for once. All the stress seemed to just fade away into the moment soon to be forgotten forever. At some point you start swaying towards the bar for more drinks, loving the feeling of losing yourself completely, your vision blurring as you walk over to Naaila.

Reconnecting with her your eyes land on someone. A particular someone.

A tall, muscular man with mid-length straight black hair that reaches to his ears. Strikingly beautiful emerald eyes, piercing through anyone with a mere glance. His lips seem to drag and pull into a sly smirk and although he’s across the club, it seems as though everyone around you blurs and in your drunken haze it very well appears that way.

“Oh my God Y/N look.” You gasp at your friend beside you, taking a deep breath you don’t know you need. Successfully pulling away from his trance, eyes lingering but never intending to stay on him. You feel smothered by his stare, finding it hard to breathe in the crowded room. “Is it just me or is that guy giving you eyes?”

Your upper teeth tug on your lip attempting to weigh out the pros and cons of him. “I don’t really think so.” You say dragging out the ‘I’. You turn to face Naaila, initiating a mental barrier between you and him.

“We’ll you should think so because he’s walking over here right now.”

“What-“

“Any reason as to why you were staring me down ma’am?” He asks, his smirk laced in his words. Now that he’s closer you notice that he had a striking scar on the corner of his lip. The scar is deep with memories and secrets.

“W-what, no sorry.” You sputter, your body feeling hot, cold and all types of sensations.

“It’s alright I don’t mind it. I haven’t seen you around here before?” He asks, his eyes shamelessly soaking you in.

A club regular. The warning runs through your mind but you proceed to answer.“Oh well it’s my birthday today so.”

“So I’ve got a birthday princess in my hands.” He exclaims.

“I guess you could say that.”

“Would the birthday princess like for me to show her a great night tonight?” He purrs in your ears as he whispers the sinful question into them, filling them with promises you don’t expect him to keep. Usually, you would be leaning towards following this man into the night, but when you close your all eyes all you can see is Nanami’s hands all over you, groping you, fondling you. His touch would feel electrifying and his chafe touches glide around your body and you almost melt.

“Sorry I-“

“Y/N.” Naaila calls for you, a serious look on her face “It’s getting late we should go. Thank you, sir.” Naaila salutes the man and grabs your wrist walking out of the club with you. “Sorry that guy gave me major creep vibes, he seemed like the type of guy to make you pay for sleeping with him. One last glance at the man far off in the midst of the crowd and you notice a scowl etched on his face. What would you do if Naaila hadn’t arrived?

“I’m sorry you had such a sucky night out because of me Y/N, I shouldn’t have pushed you to come out of your comfort zone on your day and now look.”

“Naaila it’s fine, I really don’t mind, I really enjoyed tonight, don’t stress.” You reply comfortingly.

“Are you sure?” She asks, her hands holding yours as his thumb grazes over it in repeated circles.

“Ye. And who says the party has to end now.” You ask pulling her into the taxi that just drooped in.

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natimiles · 5 months

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Come a Little Closer | Chapter 4

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Words: 3088

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

“What did you just say?” you asked, eyes wide. You were playing the piano but stopped abruptly.

“I won’t repeat myself,” Mozart said, crossing his arms.

“What happened to the ‘she’s insufferable, blahblahblah’?”, you asked, imitating his voice.

“Are you trying to mimic me? I don’t sound like that,” he deadpanned.

“She bought your affection with homemade chocolates.”

“What? No!” He was blushing a little, and you couldn’t help but think it was adorable. “And she didn’t buy any affection! I just said she’s not that bad!”

“Well, almost the same, considering it’s you talking. And tell your cheeks that, maybe if you convince them, they’ll stop blushing so hard.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” he groaned.

“So what happens now?” you asked curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“Will you tell her?”

“Tell her what…?” He tilted his head, confused by the conversation.

“That you like her!”

“What? Who said that?”

“If I may,” Arthur raised his finger, asking for a chance to say something.

He was sitting in a corner, writing while listening to you two playing. He had already been there with you when Mozart arrived, and the musician almost had a heart attack seeing him in the music room. It took a lot of convincing to let your boyfriend stay, with you saying he'd simply enjoy the music.

“You may not,” Mozart looked at you, silently complaining that the writer was already breaking the promise of staying quiet.

“Arthur might have something useful,” you said. “You know, lots of experience with lots of people,” you teased, suppressing a smile.

“Aw, c’mon,” Arthur pouted. He didn’t like it when you teased him about it; it reminded him of a time when you wouldn’t even bat an eye in his direction. And with Mozart around, grinning, he knew the musician was judging and thinking he wasn’t worth your while.

“Sorry, I can’t resist this cute face,” you laughed.

“Gross,” Mozart mumbled.

“Please, tell us,” you pretended not to hear your brother.

“I was just gonna say that if you think she’s not so bad or whatever, you might think of her as a friend, right? Then give her something. You can say it’s in return for the chocolates. Buy her something cute, write her a song… something like that,” he shrugged.

“That’s actually helpful,” you said.

Arthur gasped and feigned offense. “Excuse me, did you think I’d say something stupid?”

“Can I answer that?” Mozart asked, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

“Seriously,” you giggled. These almost domestic moments made you feel all giddy inside. It was like Mozart was starting to get used to your boyfriend and you felt really happy. You just wouldn’t say anything out loud, or the musician would deny it with his life and probably go back to his petty demeanor. “Arthur is right, it won’t kill you to give her something. Let’s call it a friendship gift.”

“Gotta be something she might really like, you know,” a teasing smile danced on Arthur’s face. “Ask her out, tell her you love her, kiss her…”

Mozart didn’t even make an effort to say something, his glare spoke loud and clear that he’d kill Arthur if he didn’t stop talking.

“Just think about it,” you placed your hand on Mozart’s shoulder and squeezed it to show your support for him.

xxx

If Mozart was honest, he was already thinking about MC a lot, even before telling you about the chocolates she gave him a few days ago. Well, if he was really being honest, even before she gave him the chocolates. Something changed inside his mind after that stupid double date, he just couldn’t put his finger on what.

He thought about MC almost all day. Sometimes he couldn’t concentrate enough to compose, and when he did, it all sounded too soft. He wanted a powerful song, not a calm lullaby. However, the notes kept coming to his head like this, and he couldn’t just let them go to waste; he had to write down every single one.

The conclusion he came to was that he grew accustomed to MC, and wanted to be friends with her. You suggested he should say something and give her a friendship gift, but was it right? He never announced to any of his friends that he considered them friends. Not that he had many friends, anyway, but he didn’t do any of it with you or with Jean. It was automatic and smooth, just happened. It was only friendship, after all.

Then why in God’s name did he have the urge to follow yours and Arthur’s stupid advice?

“Hi, Herr Mozart!" MC greeted upon entering his music room. Life had a funny way of making him decide. "I brought you some blanc, coffee, and a slice of cake.”

“Thank you,” he said. She paused for a second in the middle of the room, looking at him curiously. “What?”

“Heh, it’s the first time you've thanked me,” she smiled and set the tray on the coffee table.

“It’s not,” he frowned, trying to remember. He didn’t like realizing that she was right. “Well, I’ll remember to thank you from now on. And to thank you for the chocolates.”

“Don’t worry about it, Herr Mozart.”

“Could you stop calling me that?” He crossed his arms. She tilted her head in confusion and he huffed. “Herr Mozart. Aren’t we friends now?”

“We are?” Her whole face illuminated. “Okay, Herr Wolfgang,” she said, smiling innocently, and he deadpanned. “I’m kidding, Mozart. ”

“Good,” he nodded.

There were a few seconds of comfortable silence while Mozart studied MC. She was just standing there, looking as happy as she always did, maybe a little happier now that he told her they were friends. It made him feel warm inside, probably one of the things a new friendship did to someone, or so he convinced himself at the time.

“I want to thank you for the chocolates,” he blurted out.

“There’s no need! I mean, the chocolates were already a thank-you,” she giggled.

“But I want to. It’s also a friendship gift and it’s already done, so you can’t deny it,” he said, his lips almost pouting. MC thought she might be dead because he was never so nice and soft with her before. She didn’t mind this new side at all.

“Okay,” she said with a smile.

“Great! Come sit here,” he dragged another bench for her to sit beside him.

She complied with his wish, walking shyly. She had never sat so close to him or stayed for so long in his music room before. The big window right in front of them framed the sunset, the garden tinged with its colors. She kind of understood why his music room was right here and how he got so much inspiration; it was a beautiful view.

“I made you a song,” he said plainly.

“What?” Her gaze finally shifted from the window to the musician. He had put a new sheet on the music shelf. She noticed it didn’t have a title yet; perhaps he was still working on it. His hands poised above the keys, awaiting her attention. She gazed back at his face and smiled, her eyes shining expectantly. “Really? That’s amazing!”

Mozart’s lips quivered just a bit, but it was enough for her to catch his tiny smile. She’d have a lot to get used to now that he considered her a friend. He adjusted himself, and his fingers began to dance across the piano. If a soft song was all he could compose while she plagued his thoughts, then that would be the perfect present for her.

She couldn’t stop smiling, thinking he composed that beautiful song for her. She didn’t know what was on his mind while composing it, but she was certain he really meant to be her friend and didn’t dislike her anymore — if composing a song for her wasn’t already enough of a clue, in the first place.

Although soft and calm, it didn’t exude a sad vibe; it was relaxing. It made her feel happy, comfortable, and at ease, as if she belonged, as if she were already home. She closed her eyes, paying attention to every single note, trying to engrave it in her brain. She planned to ask him if she could take it with her when she went back to the future. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about it, but she set it aside; she would just enjoy every happy moment she could for now.

When Mozart played the final notes, she opened her eyes with a content sigh. Her bright smile illuminated the room like its own sun, and it seemed contagious as he found himself smiling back — a genuine and easily visible smile. He gazed intently at her, trying to figure out if she liked it or not. He knew she enjoyed his songs, she had said so on the double date. However, this was a different occasion. It wasn’t like the banquet when he played for everyone or a performance to a room full of aristocrats. It was more intimate, despite his reservations in assuming so, and he’d like to hear her say something, anything.

“So…,” he turned his body to get a better look at her.

“I don’t even know what to say… It was breathtaking! Nobody’s ever given me such an amazing and thoughtful gift.”

“I was aiming for it,” he grinned.

She giggled. This new side of the musician was so easy to get along with. He was still full of himself, but his tone wasn’t rude anymore, it was playful. She felt like she could stay there the whole day, and they would be able to talk about anything, or just stay in silence and appreciate good music.

“Thank you, Mozart!” Her voice was no louder than a whisper, but he heard it.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“I guess we’d be trapped in a loop, huh? I thank you, then you thank me… and so on,” she laughed.

MC looked back at the music sheet. She didn’t know how to read it, but there was something captivating about knowing it was written for her. She couldn’t stop staring at it. And Mozart couldn’t stop staring at her. He couldn’t tell exactly what it was, it could be the sunset hitting her face in the most beautiful way he’s ever seen; or it could be how her shoulder relaxed and her body was leaning a little bit to him so she could get a better view of the sheet. Whatever the reason, she looked radiant and he couldn’t bring himself to stop staring at her. A breeze swirled the curtains, carrying a sweet scent with it. He thought it was probably the flowers in the garden.

“Can I… ask you something?” she said sheepishly, looking back at him. “If I’m not overstaying my welcome, that is.”

“You can,” he said simply, feeling intoxicated by her reactions and dizzy from the scent.

“Can you play it again, please?” She probably didn’t even realize, but she gave him such puppy eyes, he thought he wouldn’t be able to deny it even if he wanted to.

He let out a small laugh through his nose. “Of course.”

She beamed at him, sliding on the bench to come a little closer. She fiddled with her fingers and bit her lip, still looking into his eyes. He followed her motions without noticing, and she took a deep breath.

“Can I ask one more thing?”

“Now you’re taking advantage of me,” he teased. He felt like if he answered seriously, he’d say something he shouldn’t.

“Sorry. I just… Could you teach me how to play it?”

He looked taken aback. “You’re interested in learning music?” His heart fluttered at the prospect of spending even more time with her, teaching what he knew. However, it sank back down the next second.

“I-I just…” She blushed and looked away, gnawing the inside of her cheek. “I don’t wanna forget it when I go home,” she whispered. “I wanna be able to keep listening to it.”

Of course.

She wasn’t from that time, she didn’t live there. She was there by accident and she was going home soon — sooner than he liked. He narrowed his eyes while examining her face, the gears inside his mind turning at a scary speed, trying to think of everything, all at once. It was a weird and unpleasant feeling, almost like when he rode a carriage. The fear of crashing.

MC looked back at him when he spent the last minute in complete silence, only staring at her with an unreadable expression. She was starting to feel shy and self-conscious. Perhaps she had crossed a line. He had just said he considered her a friend, and she was already asking for favors.

“I’m sorry,” she said, searching his face for any trace that he was mad or annoyed by her request. “It’s probably too much to learn in such a short time. Forget it, I don’t wanna be a burden.”

“No, it’s not a burden,” he said. “There are some tricky parts, but I guess I can teach you.”

“Oh, okay… Thank you, Mozart!” She presented him with a tiny smile, one that would probably be the cause of his second death.

He could feel every beat of his heart against his ribs and the sweet, alluring scent filling his music room. It was far from pleasant, but he suppressed a grimace. He didn’t want her to think there was something wrong or that he didn’t want to spend time teaching her. He’d try and bury it down, until he could understand exactly what it was.

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In the next couple of days, Mozart and MC shocked everyone in the mansion. They spent a lot of time together, talking and being friendly to each other. You couldn’t help but tease your brother whenever you had the chance. He’d always roll his eyes and say something snarky. He called it a friendship, like you and he first had, but you could tell something was different. He was different, his eyes wavered every time someone mentioned MC going back to the future.

You went to the music room to play a little bit in your free time — and to try to pry into Mozart’s new so-called friendship, you wouldn’t deny it. You talked about amenities, trying to get into the topic you most wanted. And you got it when he played you the music he composed for MC, that you hadn’t even heard yet. If it was a few weeks ago, he’d play it for you first. You smiled thinking about how he was changing and wasn’t even aware.

“Is it finished?” you asked.

“It is. I already played it for her,” he said, a tiny smile on his lips.

“Won’t you give it a title?” You pointed to the top of the sheet.

“I suppose,” his smile faltered.

Mozart tried and failed. To be more precise, he had one; he just couldn’t use it. Every time he composed, he easily thought of a good title. It was always the first thought that crossed his mind while playing the whole song for the first time. He was so used to it, his hand would just slide across the sheet music and write it down without much thought. But not this time. His hand stopped, and he pulled it back abruptly when he realized what he was about to write: Meine Liebe.

“Um… Did she not like it?” you asked cautiously, sensing how his mood dropped suddenly.

“No, she liked it. A lot.”

“Then what’s wrong?” you frowned, nudging him with your elbow to make him look at you.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replied too fast. It made it even more obvious how something was bothering him, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

“... Is it because she’s leaving soon?” you asked as softly as you could.

He glanced at you with an irritated expression. He didn’t say anything and didn’t have to. He hated how he couldn’t hide things from you. He knew that expression you were making, it was the one you did every time you were right about something and were about to rub it in his face. He never realized you learned it from him, beginning to do that when you two started bonding as siblings and spending a lot of time together.

“What?” he asked, annoyed.

You shrugged and smiled. “Just thinking how you and MC are closer now.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

You snorted, squinting your eyes. “I mean you’re different, but in a good way. You’ve changed so much in the past three weeks, but you didn’t even realize it by yourself, so I’m telling you now. It’s okay if you’re gonna miss your friend.” You emphasized the word on purpose, to push his buttons.

“What are you implying?” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not implying anything. I’ll straight up say it,” you were serious, and that stunned him in surprise. “It can all start with a friendship, and maybe that’s even easier. Try to understand what you feel. It won’t hurt to just think, right? But you gotta be fast. I know you’re aware of this, and that’s the whole reason for this sour mood of yours right now… Your time is running out.”

Mozart frowned but didn’t find the words to say something back to you. You smiled gently and placed your hand on his head, guiding him to rest it on your shoulder, for comfort. You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, and he sighed loudly, a comfortable silence taking over the room.

He was stubborn, but he actually listened to you and thought about it. He wasn’t that dense; he could feel something was changing. He noticed the sweet scent was only present when she was around. Even now, he was sitting close to you, but couldn’t smell anything different — and sometimes you wore some really sweet perfume.

He knew what it meant, Comte explained it to all of them when they were reborn. He just didn’t want to acknowledge it, not without being a hundred percent sure.

Later, he lay down in his bed and stared at his ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in his whole life. His mind wouldn’t settle down, and he couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t as easy and painless as you said.

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A Sweet Coincidence (Idol!Gunwook x F!Reader) Chapter 1: Chocolate Drinks and Art

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What snapped you out of your small daze was the small chime of the bell connected to the café door. Although you paid no attention to whomever walked in. The sketch you were working on was much more important. Cafes were always your go to place when you needed to either work on your university projects and or work, but also where you go to find peace and comfort. Sure your small and cozy apartment could also do the trick, but the small muffled chit-chat amongst other customers along with the sweet aromas of confectionaries mixed with coffee, just made you feel calm. What you usually ordered was a small plate of strawberry macarons along with either a hot chocolate for cold days, or a cold chocolate milkshake for the warmer days.

You were deep into your own mind when you heard the bell to the café door chime a sweet jingle. You had been so focused with your drawing that you had completely blocked out the usual background noise of the café that you loved so much, Tuning back into your surroundings you noticed a couple of things. First the sky outside had gotten darker as clouds rolled in. Second, your favorite song just happened to be playing on the cafe’s radio that they were playing. Last but not least, there was an insanely attractive guy ordering at the register. You couldn’t quite see the man’s face yet his stature and his outfit bore a hint of familiarity.

Where have you seen this guy before?

But as quick as you were intrigued, you lost interest, maybe he just looked like someone you saw on the street or in a magazine. Your attention went right back to the screen of your drawing tablet. Today was one of those days where you just needed to relax and unwind from all of the stress university had put you under. Your way of relieving your stress was to do what uni wanted you to do, draw. Of course you weren't drawing what they have in your classes or for your subjects, but you were drawing what you enjoyed drawing. Idols. Specifically, Park Gunwook.

Gunwook, oh you could never get that boy out of your head. Of course many people think about idols all the time, but to know of an idol who is your age, who is that talented and famous. Who wouldn’t have an internet crush on that person?

It seemed like hours ago when that doorbell chimed, but in actuality it had only been a few minutes. You glanced to where the handsome boy was earlier, he was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh? Are you drawing Park Gunwook from ZB1?” A masculine but soft voice asked behind you.

The sudden voice made you jump a bit and choke on the chocolate milkshake which you had been sipping on. You turn around and meet two cat-like eyes. The male was wearing a bucket hat, the same one the handsome guy at the register was wearing, he was wearing the same outfit as well.

This was the guy who was at the register! He was holding both a strawberry milkshake and a chocolate milkshake like your own.

All you could see was his eyes, his hat shading his face lightly from the dim cafe lights. A mask was on his face covering from his nose to his chin. But once again why did he look familiar? You were so sleep deprived at this point you really couldn’t think so hard about where you had seen him before, seen his eyes before. It just wouldn't click, even his voice sounded so familiar. It threw you for a loop.

"Yeah I am! He's like, my biggest celebrity crush!" She responds with a huge smile. Trying to hide the fact she is on like two hours of sleep and a thing of cup ramen. She totally forgot that her tablet was at its full brightness and that the glow of the screen could attract onlookers. It’s kind of embarrassing that some cute guy looked at her drawing this superfamous idol, let alone Gunwook.

Park Gunwook, is that the connection?

Wait a minute. She took another embarrassed look at the guy who was looking at her realistically detailed drawing of Gunwook.

She looked at his eyes again, the only thing she could see of him.

His eyes, oh my god his eyes. Those cat like eyes, the soft yet masculine voice.

He looked at the girl who was obviously panicking, “It looks really nice, how long have you been drawing?”

It took her way too long to process what was going on, and way too long for normal standards to reply to him.

“Ah, I’ve been drawing seriously since I was 10, I’m an art major at the moment.” Stay calm, oh my god stay calm. Don’t stutter, don't squeal, don’t mess this up Y/n.

“Wow really? That’s quite impressive, I do some of my own artwork in my free time.” The man replies, he opens his phone and shows the girl his most recent painting.

Roses. Fucking roses.

“That’s so cool, those look amazing!” She exclaims trying not to lose it, the little workers in her brain are going haywire trying to put out a non-existent fire in her head. Roses, roses, red roses. An all too familiar painting. An all too familiar person.

She knew now, who exactly she was talking to, and she was now nervous to the brink, she was about to break, to overflow. She sipped her milkshake more while trying to cool herself off both physically and mentally.

“Thank you, roses are lovely aren't they, they bear so many meanings depending on their color.” he stated, “red meaning love and passion, black meaning change and courage, and white meaning young love and innocence, fascinating right?”

Of course it is, the fact that different kinds of flowers have different meanings. And even those different flowers, their different colors have different meanings as well. Why wouldn't it be fascinating?

“It’s more than just fascinating, it’s enthralling.” She says.

It’s beautiful, isn’t it Shen Ricky?

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Chapter 1 is finally out! I think short chapters will be the norm, I am swamped with college work but will try my best to update at least once a week, if not twice. I hope you enjoyed!

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emotionallydrainedtrash · 2 years

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Green With... Love?

A/N My first Eddie fic! Remember, feel free to request and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Info is pinned on my blog.

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Eddie Munson x fem! Reader

Warnings: So much fluff. Two sentences of very mildly suggestive content. Sort of spoilers for the new season but not really. You’ve been warned though.

Eddie Munson didn't like the colour green.

It was the colour of Jason Carver's varsity jacket, the Hawkins Tigers cheerleading uniforms, those godforsaken textbooks in Ms O'Donnell's class, that tree he fell out of when he was seven. It was the colour of the graduation cap and gown he was yet to wear, and the jealousy he'd feel watching his peers walk across the stage and grab their diplomas from Principal Higgens while he sat black and blue in the audience for the third year in a row. It was the colour of the scrunchie in sweet, gentle Chrissy Cunningham's hair the night she was inter-dimensionally mangled to death in his trailer.

Eddie Munson actually hated the colour green.

Until he met you.

You walked through the woods by the high school you’d graduated from last year and that was currently locked up for the summer. You caught his eye with a light green sweater with the ugliest pattern he'd seen since Granny Jill's Christmas dinner in '76. Truthfully, it wasn't that bad but dandelions and love hearts weren't exactly his idea of fashion-forward. He’d never admit he found it endearing.

The bag on your back was the colour of pine and Edison Lighthouse's orange Already cassette case was sticking out of the side pocket. You'd painted leaves onto the Walkman clipped onto your jeans and when you passed his lonesome picnic table he heard the clear sounds of Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) blaring from the headphones. A green heart had been shakily embroidered on your back pocket.

You loved the colour green.

He'd gotten your attention before you got too far and he swears to this day that you stopped his heart when you stared up at him with those eyes the colour of forget-me-nots. You'd smiled shyly at the familiar acquaintance and he couldn't help but grin back. He admired your taste in music and that smile on your face widened. You happily admitted that you didn't think anyone under the age of 40 still listened to Ed' Light' and were glad you had someone your age to share your interest with. Eddie on the other hand was lying through his teeth.

He didn't give a damn about Tony Burrows and his pop-rock posse. The only reason he was able to decipher the tune in the first place was that his radio had broken last August and he was stuck listening to his uncle's old UK Singles Chart tape for a week before he'd gotten it fixed. Now his eye twitched every time he heard the opening chords. He didn't care about someone's girl named after a herb and the love she shared.

Until suddenly you were his girl and you weren't named after a herb but love did grow wherever you went. After that conversation in the woods and the making of plans to hang out the next day, he'd rushed home and dug through Wayne's collection of cassettes and thanked Jesus when he found a yellowing version of the one you'd had in your bag earlier.

He tossed it on the radio and played it over and over until the lyrics to every song were engraved on the back of his eyelids. He's fairly certain that It's up to You, Petula was playing faintly as he shopped for ferrets in a Costco that night in his dreams. The realisation that the songs were actually kind of catchy was something he wouldn’t admit until months later while higher than a kite.

You’d agreed to meet at the new diner on Kerley and he got there 5 minutes early. He sat in one of the disgustingly mint green booths and swung his feet, fiddling with the cufflinks on his jacket. The ringing of the doorway bell made him look up and he raised his hand to wave you over. Having taken the liberty to order ahead, he pushed two milkshakes towards you.

“I didn’t know if you preferred vanilla or chocolate so I got both. If you don’t like either I can get you something else, no problem.”

You shook your head, the kind gesture making you blush as you pulled the vanilla towards you. You realised his shake was missing a straw and you got up to grab one. Eddie used the opportunity to take a proper look at your outfit today.

Gone was the ‘ugly’ green sweater and the embroidered jeans. Today you were wearing a black baseball shirt with denim shorts and a wide, green belt. The Reeboks on your feet were rimmed with Hawkins green and they were sickeningly similar to the ones Jason Carver used to wear before he croaked but on you, they might as well have been Louboutins. Your hair was neatly double braided and your beloved Walkman could be seen poking out of your white satchel. You were a breath of fresh air on the muggy summer’s day that was making the leather on his arms stick to him like glue.

Two minutes turned into two hours and suddenly your bike was being lifted into the back of Eddie’s van as you prepared to take a drive to the quarry and bask in the shade or dangle your feet in the cold water. As you sat on the dead, matted grass admiring the shimmering water, a torrent of rain decided to join you. Eddie was protected by his layers of denim and leather but your shirt was soaked through.

This led to Eddie searching through various compartments of the van looking for a replacement while you insisted, shivering, that there was no need really. A shout of triumph and Eddie pulled out a neatly folded green t-shirt he’d rarely wear due to the colour. He looked away so you could change and when he looked back his heart melted at the sight of you in his clothes. It was slightly oversized and the hue contrasted your hair perfectly. Because of this, he insisted you keep it and refused to let you say no.

“I don’t wear a lot of green anyway.”

Your eyes widened in mock horror as you gasped dramatically before chuckling.

“I get it. It’s not everybody’s taste is it, Munson?”

He let out a laugh before looking you up and down and then at the floor shyly.

“I don’t know, it’s kinda growin’ on me.”

You flushed a deep red when you understood his words and looked down too, heart soaring at the compliment. That was 3 years ago.

Now Eddie sat on the bed in the apartment you shared together. In his hands was a deep green, velvet ring box with a silver ring inside and in the centre was a small, heart-cut emerald. He asked you to marry him that night and what followed in the months after were some of the best days of your life.

You were married in a small field outside of Hawkins and your hands held a white and green bouquet with three roses folded out of Edison Lighthouse and Corroded Coffin sheet music. You went to California for your Honeymoon and the sage silk robe you wore that night nearly made him lose his mind.

He looked at you asleep on his chest (unsurprising given the actions of the night), your ring glinting on your finger. Inside that emerald, he could see every moment he’d ever spent with you playing like a movie. He thought back to your first meeting and the sweater that made him notice you, now more in love with it than ever. Your shades of green were a stark contrast to his shades of black, adding bursts of colour all over your apartment back home.

Three years ago he would’ve preferred being eaten by Demobats to sharing a home with the colour of Higgens’ pathetic Hawkins High School but now, there’s no place he’d rather be. The ferns that sat in the middle of the dining table and the green beads in your hair on the first day of Spring brought nothing but joy to his supposedly murderous heart.

Eddie Munson loved the colour green.

Eddie Munson loved you.

- Sarah💛

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things imagine #stranger things #can he love me please?

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lonelypond · 6 months

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Purple

Maki & Rin, NicoMaki RinPana mentions, Love Live, 695 words

Maki and Rin have a not so serious conversation.

Purple

“It was a one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater Sure looks strange to me”

“Does it sound strange to you, Maki?” Rin slid into the opposite side of the booth from Maki, tray full of deep fried finger food ready to be shared

“What were you singing?”

“Kayo-chin’s finding all these weird Halloween songs for the party playlist. That my fave so far.”

“Did she get the werewolf ones I sent her?” Maki started on the french fries, dipping them in her chocolate milkshake. Rin fake gagged, then chugged a handful of jalapeno poppers to chew while singing.

“I lose control, I just can't stop You look so good, like a big pork chop Ripped my pants, ripped my shirt I'm going to eat your mother for dessert”

“That’s disgusting.” Maki snapped.

“I know. Does Nico know you like that song? Or your Mom?”

“I meant eating while singing. And who said I liked that song?”

“It was first on the list.”

Maki lowered her eyes, pretending to be focused on sipping her shake, slight flush on her cheeks. “I like to be thorough.”

“Thorough like a chainsaw.” Rin sawed back and forth through the air. “Does Halloween bring out the beast in you, Maki-chan?”

“There is no beast in me. And you’re practically a cat.”

“Nyat what we’re talking about, Fang-y.”

“Did you decide on your costume.”

“No no, no hints. Nobody will recognize Rin.”

“There’s only so many of us going to party. Line up heights, stare at the tiniest two, realize that one’s not Nico and…” Maki flipped her hands open.

“Rin could wear platforms. Or…did Nico decide on a costume?”

Maki grimaced, grinding a french fry to pulp, “She won’t listen to reason.”

“She still thinks you want to go with Eli?”

Maki hesitated. “Not really. But she got really mad when I suggested she could go as Frankie.”

Rin giggled. “You could have said Bond.”

“That would have made it worse.”

“Nozomi and Eli are coming as Sailor Neptune and Uranus anyway.”

“Yeah, they got Stars. Lucky. What else were we supposed to do with ‘Deadly’?”

“Yeah, that’s tough. You can’t really dress up like a heart attack. Maybe you could be a werewolf attack. Nico likes red. And you could sing about chainsaws: Eat you cooked, eat you raw, I'm going to rip you up like a big chainsaw.”

“Nico’s love for red would not include ‘covered in fake blood,’ Rin.”

“You don’t know if you don’t ask.”

“I do, I really do.” Maki leaned back, smirking. “Plus, my costume looks good, Kotori gave me some tips. Nico will only fake complain that there’s no way I can be hotter than her, but not really mind.”

Rin still had no idea how Nico and Maki worked as a couple, but their friction had sharpened into public flirting that kindled fiercely private contentment. That made her happy for her friends.

“What is Nico coming as?”

“Like you, she won’t say. Just that it’ll be killer.” Maki frowned, “I think Hanayo knows. She and Nico keep giggling on the phone and sending pics back and forth.”

Rin hadn’t noticed. Her head tilted, eyes blinking. Kayo-chin told her everything.

“Don’t go there, Rin. Curiosity killed the cat.”

“Kayo-chin would never hurt me.”

“But she’s keeping a Nico-chan secret.”

Nico-chan would feel hurt, betrayed. It would be Rin’s fault and Nico would be mad at Kayo-chin.

Rin squared her shoulders, “Rin won’t ask.”

Maki's phone pinged, “It’s time to meet them anyway. Nico wants to watch something called “Werewolf By Night” Honoka says Umi passed out during.”

Rin stood up, “People are weird.”

“How?”

“If Honoka were actually attacked by a werewolf, Umi would chop it in half before it could bite anybody. But on a TV screen…”

Maki chuckled, “Well, I’m glad Umi faints instead of chopping screens in half.”

“Yeah.”

“But people are weird.”

“Says Fangy with a chainsaw.”

“Don’t even start.”

“Already did.”

“Leaving you behind.”

At that, Rin sprinted off, “Last one there’s a werewolf loser.”

Maki sent Nico a “meet us at the corner instead” text. Rin couldn’t win if she didn’t know where the finish line was.

A/N:

I love not so serious Maki and Rin conversations. And werewolf-ery, but you probably know that already ; ) Rin and Hanayo's word was "Witchcraft." Any costume guesses?

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #mention of Yazawa Nico #RinPana #Hoshizora Rin #mention of Koizumi Hanayo #Halloween #costumes #fun #friendship #french fries

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trytofic · 7 months

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Music

Day 4! This was a tough one, mostly because I know little to nothing about music??? So actually writing something about playing music is difficult? These will be crossposted on my Ao3! Thank you to @shadamytober <3

Ao3

Day 4: Music

Shadow shows off a skill he rarely thinks about since he got his memory back.

He was exhausted. As much as he wanted to spend time with Amy, her shopping spree was not his idea of an enjoyable time together. His arms were covered in bags of shoes and dresses, although one bag had a beautiful studded leather jacket that he couldn't turn away from.

“This is the last store and we can have lunch and go back to my place. I really had fun spending time together Shadow!” Her sunny smile was the only thing he could focus on. He let out a breath and followed her into the store.

“It was nice to see you before I had to leave again. GUN has been sending us on missions further away.”

“At least you can go to Soleanna next. I hear it's beautiful during the fall. I was there during the summer and the water was just the perfect temperature!”

“Any recommendations while I’m there?”

“Oh! There are tons of coffee shops that you would love! There is also this amazing restaurant that makes the most delicious crab.”

“I’ll have to give it a try.”

The two walked through the department store and Amy told Shadow to sit down, she needed to pick up a dress she already bought. Shadow wandered around and found something he never thought would be in a department store. There was a beautifully painted piano, with a treble clef painted in black while the rest of the piano was painted white with blue butterflies. Shadow set the bags on his arms on the floor next to the instrument and brushed his fingers over the keys.

It gave him a faint sense of nostalgia to see a piano, untouched yet still full of life. He learned how to play the piano when on the Ark with Maria. It had taken her days of begging to let the professor get them material on learning how to play, but once they had, she was over the moon. She’d drag him to the room to play first thing in the morning if they were both feeling well. They had laughed when they would get so close to perfecting a song, only to accidentally press one or two keys off. He loved playing with her. There were even a few songs that were still engrained in him after all this time. He pressed a finger down on a key and the sound was beautiful. They tuned the piano and it seemed to be kept in good shape.

He could see messy small fingerprints on the keys, probably from children playing around when their parents would go shopping. He smiled remembering the time Maria had brought a chocolate bar into the room and it had smudged on C5. He sits at the beach, nudging the bags closer to the piano and his fingers begin to press the keys. It felt like second nature and he felt as though his sister were there with him. She would hum to the music and he could see the gentle sway of her body as he would play. It was almost like she was dying to have a partner to dance with.

He was oblivious to the crowd that began to surround him. Families and not, they would stand and listen to him play. When Amy had made her way back to Shadow she smiled. This was something new to their relationship. He had mentioned in passing he would play the piano with Maria, but to hear it was something completely new. It was beautiful. She was excited to get to know him even more and learn about all sorts of things he could do and did not often show to others.

#shadamy #shadamytober #shadamytober2023 #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years

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Calling Lindir ‘Lindor’ (the chocolate)

FLUFF:

When not in any sort of relationship calling Lindir lindor he wouldn't like it— maybe even be slightly offended.

But once you explain to this sweet ellon that Lindor is type of chocolate and you are calling him that because he can as sweet as chocolate— this poor dude will be tripping over his words and not knowing what to say to you

Expect him to be very much flustered as he apologizes and thanks you at the same time.

With Lindir being called lindor has become an endearment of sorts. But he will probably beg you not to say what it means to anyone— especially Glorfindel. He will use it to make poor Lindir very embarrassed.

Eventually he will get used to you calling him lindor and every time he will be having a little blush on his face.

The pet name would also fascinate him, especially considering that fact you are from another world and being called after a sweet delicacy— he would be really curious to know what it is and how it tastes like.

When you're courting and call him ‘lindor’ he would be very fond of it and doesn't care if anyone knows what it means— even being the shy, sweet and modest ellon he is, he would still like to let every one know you are courting each other.

Even though you have been calling him ‘lindor’ for a very long time he would still blush.

He would have an equally sweet name for you— expect Erestor and Elrond to refer to Lindir and you as lovesick puppies, but Elrond would be more loving about it— add Glorfindel into the equation and he’ll be over the moon about it become your favorite shipper.

For a fact Lindir would create so much music and songs with these pet names— he's really a sweet baby.

Lindir wants to feel loved and comforted after being alone and being only Elrond’s right hand for a long time, so any form of pet names is endearing to him now.

NSFW:

Lindir would never directly ask you to give him pleasure.

Which mainly because he would prefer to give you pleasure and focus entirely on you.

However, the poor soul wouldn’t know how to turn it down if you really wanted to get on your knees for him.

Lindir is a very passionate and caring lover— he’ll treat you nothing short of a goddess.

It really riles him up when you refer to him as ‘lindor’ in the middle of sex tbh— it will get him to quicken that sweet and sensual pace into deep and passion drivingly fast.

I have an odd feeling he’s extremely good with his tongue and fingers—go ahead and thank his musical talents for that.

Call him ‘lindor’ when you’re on your knees for him and ready to blow him— he’s probably cum then and there or he’ll become a moaning mess even going so far as to beg for you to stop teasing him.

Tell him he actually tastes sweet like ‘lindor’ he’ll be a blushing mess.

Just know he’ll be ready for round two because he just can’t get enough of you at that stage.

He would love to hear you moaning out ‘lindor’ because he thinks its really hot.

Also shows him you are wanting him as much as he wants you.

But to Lindir— he views the sounds you make and all the pet names you call with a musical tone— he loves it and wants to and can create a symphony out of you.

based on these asks one , two

I’M NOT EVEN FUCKING KIDDING— MY SISTER CAME IN FUCKING ASKING IF I HAVE ANY LINDOR LEFT WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS— THE NSFW TO BE EXACT. WHAT GREAT TIMING SHE HAS😂😂

@i-did-not-mean-to I have done it!

@middleearthsweetheart 💝💝

#lindir x reader #lindir #elves of imladris #tolkien elves #rivendell #WE NEED SO MUCH MORE LINDIR LOVE #lindir is now lindor

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auxiliarydetective · 2 months

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now for the chaos corner ( or part seven ) of the ask extravaganza, let's talk about my beloved little fennec fox felicity !! could i please ask after questions one, four, five, seven, and eight from that list of questions ?

can't wait to see the answers, and i hope you're doing well !! <3

Yeeessss, Lily, my sweet little baby!

1. What's an animatic about your OC / OTP that you've been spinning around your brain?

So, for Lily, I actually don't think I have a specific song animatic in mind for her, just general vibes. I feel like it would probably be an angsty one about childhood innocence and her relationship with Sanji, generally pretty happy and adorable and all, but occasionally you'll get scenes of her crying and throwing tantrums in fear... Delicious angst. Specifically, the main angst potential comes from the Whole Cake Island Arc. I know you know basically nothing about it, Dolly, but all of my OCs (except for Lux) have a deep and profound trauma from that arc, some more than others. That's because that arc is peak Sanji angst. Anyways, for some happy moments, I could see little montages of them training together, cooking together, Lily showing off her ballet skills, general crew shenanigans... It's about the contrast!

4. Give a full breakdown of one song on your OC or OTP's playlist!

*checks my Felicity playlist* Well, well, well...

I could cheat and do an instrumental one. I can’t do ones that are just there based on vibes because they're... well... just there for vibes. Most of them are just there for vibes, actually. So, we'll do this one:

"Have you heard from the news? / Clouds are falling from the sky / And everything that's pink is now blue."

... is about the scary things in Lily's life and how her world is coming apart, first because of Buggy, then because of Kuro.

"Have you heard from my mind? / We gotta find a way to cope / Or else things might not turn out so fine"

... is Lily's escapism, the way her brain cooked up the automatic response of age regression as a way to cope and make things fine again.

"And I start / To give in / To the sin / To the sin"

Lily puts up no resistance against this sort of escape but it's a "sin" because devil fruits are, well, devil fruits, and she's already a non-human freak without it, but even more so when it keeps changing her appearance in tune with her mind.

"And I start / To realize / Lullabies / La, la..."

... is Lily really falling into Little Space, the last two syllables being a sort of reference to baby speech - listen to how they sound in the song!

The chorus is filled with antitheses between childish, happy things and scary things you might encounter in life and that's also the world that Lily lives in. Sort of a childish bubble she has built for herself and the harsh pirate's life of death and fighting outside of it. There's one line that's special though and that's:

"Lollipops and cigarettes"

Lily, being half mink, has heightened senses, and she's also very emotional, so a lot of times, things just become too much for her. That's when she asks her dad Sanji for a "smoke break" which is code for "mom come pick me up i'm scared". Sanji is a smoker, so he has an excuse to just remove himself from a situation and go outside for a while and Lily copied that for herself. I think the first time she pulls this trick, it's and accident. She probably mumbles to herself "I think I need a smoke break" (copying Sanji, most likely) and everyone just looks at her as if their souls had left their bodies. But then Sanji smiles and says "You know, me too" and they leave and then this becomes actual code speak for them. There's only one thing that's an issue: Lily feels left out if Sanji is smoking and she isn't. She keeps bugging him about how it isn't fair until he gets her lollipops as a comprimise. Also fake cigarettes made of chewing gum or chocolate.

"Losing innocence is easy / But growing up is hard to face. / Give me something to hold on to / Or I'll slip right into little space"

The "losing innocence is easy" part is a reference to Lily losing her parents, an event that she can barely remember and never understood. In her eyes, they just disappeared, and she doesn't know what really happened or never quite pieces it together - because she was young, still is young and her mind refuses to recall what happened. So she just unconsciously refuses to grow up. And she doesn't have to. She's still so young but also she'd rather be this little kid again when her parents were still by her side and she doesn't want to face things like losing her second set of parents - ie. Kaya's - or getting kidnapped by Buggy or the chaos caused by the Black Cat Pirates. She needs someone or something to hold on to or she gets scared and slips into little space, basically becoming a nonverbal ball of fear.

"Remember all the rounds / When we sneaked in just to have a kiss / But now we need to keep the noise down"

In the original interpretation of the song, this is more of an allusion to puppy love vs sexuality, but in Lily's version, the last line is more related to violence and screaming, maybe also her sensitivity to noise because of her gigantic ears that she maybe wasn't so accutely aware of when she was younger.

"Remember sleepy eyes / When we see each other every day / But now this is our final goodbye"

This part is about Kaya and Lily who grew up like siblings for a long time. Granted, they are quite a few years apart, but Lily has very fond memories of just napping with Kaya and seeing her every day because they lived together, but her going out with the Straw Hats means she might never see her again - or at least not for a very long time. The "final goodybe" is also a reference to Merry's death, who was another of Lily's father figures and who was also part mink.

Chorus time! The final lines function the same way, contrasting fun, childish things and scary, adult things.

So yeah, the whole song might as well be interpreted as a look into how Lily's mind works!

5. What would your OC's tumblr blog be like?

I haven't decided on whether I want Lily to be twelve or thirteen yet, but I'm currently gravitating towards twelve and... yeah, she's too young for Tumblr XD

But if she did have a blog, I imagine it would be very chaotic. Ballet stuff, Barbie movies, children's shows, aesthetics, slime videos, kidcore, pastel stuff, Disney...

7. What's your OC's ___-core aesthetic?

Probably a soft and childish balletcore, mixed in with some more pastel-y kidcore. Also fennec fox. You cannot do Lily without a cute little fennec fox.

8. What are some TV Tropes that apply to your OC or OTP?

Oh, a lot! Here's just a little list: The Cheerful Child, Curious as a Monkey, Parental Substitute on multiple occasions (first Kaya's parents, then Merry, then Sanji!) and her and Sanji get a "Like a Son Daughter to Me" moment. She's also somewhat of an Innocent Prodigy when it comes to fighting and ballet, and Cheer Them Up with Laughter is how to stop her tantrums and breakdowns. Finally, Cheery Pink. That's it.

Sorry that this took so long. I had very little free time since Christmas and I've just been working on this whenever I had the time and frame of mind. Thanks so much for your ask!

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#one piece oc #opla oc #oc: felicity #ask #evie's ask extravaganza

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darknight3904 · 2 years

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Sober - Eddie Munson

Chapter 7- Hot Chocolate and French Fries

Masterlist

A little sister moment coming your way with this chapter.

The next few weeks passed quietly as Marguerite lived her life. She had seen much of Eddie since he had cut her off. One or two glances in the lunch room was all she saw of him as the days passed. Winter break was finally upon them and Marguerite had spent the first few days in the same sweat pants and shirt just watching movies and eating junk food. On the fourth day of her newly begun house hermit life, Susan pushed her into the bathroom and yelled at her to shower and go out and do something interesting. With a groan and a little bit of cursing Marguerite listened and soon she found herself on the opposite end of town in a small music store. Max was looking for a tape of some Kate Bush song about hills she had heard on the radio and Marguerite just wanted a cup of hot coca from the diner next door.

"Are you done yet?" She asked

"Yeah. They had it all the way at the back. As if this song isn't the best thing ever." Max replied.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let's go to the diner over there." She said

Two mugs of hot chocolate sat in front of them along with a big plate of warm fries to share.

There was no conversation. Marguerite never really knew what to say to Max ever since that night. Whatever came out always sounded forced or stupid.

"Billy would have hated this." Max suddenly said

"The hot chocolate?" Marguerite asked dumbly

"No...the weather. He was always so partial to the heat." Max said

Marguerite nodded in agreement

"That's because he wanted to walk around shirtless to show off." She laughed

"Do you remember that time you talked about his bed wetting infront of that group of popular girls back in California?" Max asked

"How could I forget? His face went bright red and he literally didn't speak to me for a week. Not to mention he punched me so hard I had a bruise on my arm for like two weeks." Marguerite laughed

"I'm pretty sure that was the only week I was the favorite sister." Max smiled

Marguerite laughed as she ate another fry.

"He did love you Max." Marguerite said

"Yeah well he had a shitty way of showing it." Max replied looking away

"Maybe. But Billy had his own ways. Even if he threatened to leave you at school a thousand times, he never actually would have. Our dad would have been furious plus, Billy didn't want you to be alone." Marguerite said

"How do you even know that? One time he pretended he was gonna run Mike Lucas and Dustin over for fun." Max pointed out

"He said it to me one night. He was drunk off his ass and smelled like 15 different girls. If I remember correctly he admitted to not wanting to be in Hawkins and that he thought Carol had a saggy rack. But then he got all sad and started saying that he didn't want you to live the way the two of us had." Marguerite softly admitted

Max was quiet as she absorbed this new information. Marguerite worried she had said too much for the young teen to handle.

"I think Carol has a saggy rack too." Max smirked

Marguerite and Max spent the next hour laughing as they swapped childhood story. It turned out the first time Max had stepped foot on a skateboard she had fallen on her face and chipped a tooth. Marguerite on the other hand once fell all the way down the steps trying to keep the remote from her dad who had just wanted to watch a football game. They continued like this until their conversation was rudely interrupted by a voice Marguerite knew all too well.

"Well well well. If it isn't the queen herself..."

"What do you want Eddie?" She groaned

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #maxmayfield #steve harrington #stranger things #strangerthings x reader #eddie #fanfic

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yxnjinsduality · 3 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖲𝗄𝗓 & 𝖫𝗂𝗅𝗒'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 - 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗅𝗒

father & daughter

Chan and lily are like that great father, daughter duo chan is always looking after her making sure she eats. and get's enough sleep, Lily does the same for him which sometimes surprises chan because he's before she joined the group he was just used to him taking care of the rest of stray kids not them taking care of him. Lily makes sure chan doesn't overwork himself probably the only one to get him out of his studio.

"channie you need to rest the song can wait till tomorrow"

"Your right sleep sounds nice"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖫𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗂

Siblings

These two are really the definition of tom and jerry it may seem like minho doesn't like her but that's just they way he is he loves her a lot and lily knows it. They tease each other a lot mostly because minho starts it but in the end it's all just games.

"your forehead is really big"

"IT IS NOT"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇 - 𝖡𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒

Brother & sister

This duo is a duo everyone wants one of the most funnest duo's. Constant bickering about who's taller, there both both short well Lily does seem a little taller but that's besides the point. The rest of Stray kids call them the shorties as they are the shortest, They both secretly love being short but won't admit it.

"I'm 1 inch taller than you"

"Your standing on your tippy toes that's cheating"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖩𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀 - 𝗅𝗂𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀

Dumb & dumber

Never leave these two together it always ends up in chaos, jisungs non smart thinking and lily's can't think fast enough brains are not a good mix. Yet they are the funniest when together always laughing making jokes yelling out random noise and words.

"I bet we can rearrange this whole room in 10 minutes"

"Challenge accepted"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖧𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 - 𝖩𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒

Drama queens

One of the most dramatic duo's the world's ever seen. If it's not hyunjin's sassy looks or lily's dramatic responses then it's the dramatic movements they do, they never fail to do something so overly dramatic it's honestly really funny.

"AHHHH IT'S A SPIDERRRR"

"A SPIDERRRRR"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑 - 𝗅𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗑

Besties

They are just the happiest when together no one really knows why but we know they must be protected at all times. Bakes together, felix loves teaching lily how to make new things and lily loves to learn new things to bake from felix, over all they have the best time together.

"So first you put your dry ingredients together"

"Can we make it chocolate?"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖲𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒

Old married couple

They two bicker a lot over things that aren't things to even bicker over. like the one time lily saw a sticker at a pop up store and wanted it but seungmin also wanted it. Always bossing each other around and having arguments that don't even make sense.

"you are so annoying"

"there goes the old married couple"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 - 𝗅𝗂-𝗂𝗇

Mother & son

Lily just adores I.N probably a little but too much but he doesn't complain. Stays alway say that's lily's baby which lily agrees too, she treats him like he's her actual son, feeds him, checks up on him, hugs him, baby's him. Honestly jeongin really likes it because he can get away with a lot of stuff knowing lily won't get mad.

"I broke your favorite plant"

"It's okay it was fake anyway's "

#9th member of skz #choi lily 🐨#stray kids #skz stay #tumblr fyp #realtionship #kpop kpop

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