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Gojo NSFW alphabet? Pretty please.

GOJO SATORU NSFW ALPHABETS

A/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it 🥹❤️‍🔥.

Warnings 🔞⚠️: SMUT NSFW MDNI

Note : If your request isn't posted yet it's because I'm still working on them, thank you for your understanding and patience 🤍.

A= Aftercare ( How is he like after sex?)

After a rough session Gojo would treat you right. He'll spoil you. He'll get you whatever you want, snacks, water, chocolate, takeouts? Literally anything you crave. He's a giant so he will cuddle you, and you can't escape his arms.

B= Body part: ( His favorite part of your body?)

He loves every part of your body, but your thighs are his favorite. He likes to burry his head between them. He likes to pinch them, squeeze them and bite your inner thighs a lot. Your thighs both calm him and excite him depending on his mood.

C= Cum: (Where he would prefer to cum?)

Definitely your face! He finds it extremely hot and attractive. It would turn him on more and gets him hard again at the spot. Just the sight of you under him while your face drips with his cum makes him go crazy, especially if there's some on your lips and you lick it, damn he would definitely go for another session, a harder and more rough one.

D= Dirty talk:

He's so into dirty talk, like he won't shut up while you're both fucking the shit out of each other. He's very playful, so exepct a lot of teasing. He's a confident man but dirty talk boosts his confidence even more, and it makes him feel very dominant. He's rough so he would give commands and makes you do as he says.

“Oh you think you can handle me? Okay then but don't say I didn't warn you”

“Oh you're enjoying that? my little slut”

“Come on turn around now, face down”

“Feel me fucking pound it”

E= Experience: ( Is he experienced? )

He's a busy man, he works often so he doesn't have time to get into shallow relationships or even one night stands so I don't think he's very experienced, but he's rather naturally good at it. Maybe because he's confident in his body and abilities and he follows his flow so everything turns out to be perfect for him. So when he gets into a serious relationship he'll give you the best sex of your life.

F= Favorite Position:

Oh Gojo got many favorite positions and he's good at each one of them. No matter what position it is, he'll reach your G-spot and make you scream from pleasure. But if I had to mention some positions, I'd say Against the wall?! He likes it when your back hits the hard wall from how rough he's pushing his length inside you while your legs are wrapped around his torso. Also I would say missionary! He likes being on top of you while he looks at how flustered expressions and the fuck faces you make.

G= Goofy: ( Is he goofy during sex? )

Goofy like playful but definitely not vanilla. He's rough, but at the same time chill. Idk if you get it, but like he's rough in a teasing way and not the very serious way. The type that makes you both smirk.

H= Hygiene:

This man is very hygienic, he cares a lot about his appearance and cleanliness and down there as well. He makes sure he's well groomed / shaved. Also his body smells really nice, like you'd be sniffing him the whole time when he's on top of you. His scent is sweetly intoxicating. In return he prefers his partner to shave/ wax as well.

I= Intimacy:

He can be sweet if you want him to be. But most of the time he's rough. He's a man with a lot of responsibilities hanging on his shoulders, so he'd like some tough relief you know, to take everything out. And he does, when he fucks you hard. Would ask for consent first of course.

J= Jerk off:

He would masturbate very often at the thought of you. Since he's always at work, both of you won't be having a regular sex life so to relieve himself when he misses you, he sneaks somewhere and pleasures himself imagining that you're the one giving him a hand job.

K= Kink:

Moaning? your moans turn him on more and more and encourages him to fasten his pace. Your whimpers / screams / panting boosts his confidence, proving that he's fucking you right. Also he's into praise words ( receiving ), oh man just tell him that you like the way his dick slide in and out of you, just tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him that you want only his dick inside of you and see how he's gonna make you see stars.

L= Location: (His fav place to have sex)

Anywhere! But his favorites are in the shower room, pounding you against the cold wall or in the backseat of the car, he loves how the windows turn foggy after literally destroying you.

M= Motivation : (What turns him on?)

When you bend in front of him to get something. Intentional or not, it would get him instantly hard. He just loves your body so much and wants to appreciate in every way including sex

N= No: ( Something he wouldn't do)

Threesome or more are a big no no for him. He would never share you with anyone. He believes that you're his and he's yours. End of discussion.

O= Oral sex:

Of course Gojo enjoys giving head and pleasuring you but not as much as when he's the one getting it. He's a bit greedy and very egoistic so yeah he'd care a lot about his own pleasure and you have to do a great job and suck the cum out of his dick. He likes the feeling of your hands and lips around his length, while he throws his head back in satisfaction while his orgasm builds up. He likes to challenge himself, so he give you the green light till he reaches his breaking point that gets him begging for you to stop.

P= Pace:

Starts slow but then turns fast real quick. He's not worried about making you cum fast, because he'd go for many rounds and makes you cum over and over again.

Q= Quickies:

As I said Gojo is a busy man so you don't have a regular sex life, so he'd grasp the chance whenever you see each other. Even if he's seeing you for a few minutes, both of you would sneak somewhere and have a quick sex. Of course he'll make it up for you with a long ass passionate night when you have time for yourselves.

R= Risks:

I feel like Gojo is open to try new things with you, anything except involving another individual in your sex life. So by risks I mean like he might try public sex, pleasuring you under the table during an important meeting.

S= Stamina:

This man doesn't sleep, he's got a lot of energy, so he can go as long as you can handle. Does he ever get tired? no. So you better prepare yourself for a long night.

T= Toy:

I can't see him using any toys on himself or on you. When he's pleasuring you he prefers using his mouth, tongue and fingers and not toys, nothing else can fuck you expect for him. He believes that a piece of plastic won't get the job done.

U= Unfair:

Satoru is the biggest tease ever. He likes to annoy you. Sometimes, he might edge you till you start begging and pleading for him to make you cum. He's so damn good at it. And he knows how to use his teasing into making you more horny and needy for him.

V= Volume: (Is he loud?)

Satoru is so damn loud. He'd moan, groan, growl, whimper... anything. He likes how your moans harmonize together, it's like music to his ears and it pushes him to his limits. He's not shy or embarrassed, nah he wants you to hear his moans, he knows very well how it turns you on. He'd moan into your ear, also breathes heavily which is so fucking attractive. Even if you're not making love he'd occasionally moan in your ear to make you all flustered.

W= Wildcard:

Despite being a confident man, not easily offended and no one can compare to him, he's still a pretty jealous type. Even though he knows no one can get near you or compete with him or steal you away, whenever someone looks at you in a not very likable way he'd get pissed off and turns on his protective mode. If you dare to tease him and make him jealous on purpose, you already know what's waiting for you. Yep, definitely jealous sex, and if he can't contain himself till you get home then he would literally make out with you in public while everyone is watching. Gojo doesn't really give a single fuck, he'll devoure you, slip tongue, steal your breath away while he's kissing you hungry kisses.

X= X-rays:

He's a big guy so you know what to expect. Your eyes would be wide open the first time you saw him. It is indeed huge and thick, got you nervous and wondering how it would fit inside of you but it did.

Y= Yearning:

He's always ready for you to take him. Always ready for sex with you when you're in the mood of course. Due to his schedule he won't be able to be with you everyday so that accumulation of a long ass week of missing you and wanting to be inside you got him all ready and horny for when he sees you.

Z= Zzz:

Nah he won't fall asleep immediately after that. He'll pamper you first, take care of you and make sure you're comfortable and not hurt after being a total freak in bed. He'll put you to sleep and watches over you then he'll fall asleep if he managed to.

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samandcolbyownme · 3 months

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Summary: anon request - "hear me out ok .. ok what if reader was getting a tattoo and JAKE is the person who does the tattoos??????"

Warnings: TW needles, getting tattooed, male tattooing female reader, mentions of being in pain and smoking, mainly fluff

Word Count: 5.5K | kind of edited

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"Hello?"

"Hey y/n, it's Corey from Emblem One."

You smile, "oh hey. What's up, Corey?" You sit up and listen to him, " So, Vienna isn't going to be in today, she's got a bad, and I mean bad case of the flu."

You pout slightly, "Oh. Thats too bad. I hope she feels better soon."

"Yeah, me too. I just got done rescheduling her appointments today.. she was booked and busy so it's.. been a day so far." He laughs slightly, "But I know you trust the rest of us, and I was going down over our other appointments and Jake has an earlier opening if you want it."

"Is he the one you were talking about bringing in a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah, that's him. He does pretty sick work, if I do say so myself, but you know that if I didn't think he could do your tattoos, I wouldn't recommend him." Corey chuckles slightly, "I know it's a sternum tattoo, so if you're no-"

"Put me in." You say quickly, "I need tattoo therapy Corey. I can't wait any longer." You laugh and he clicks his tongue, "You got it."

He pauses for a second, "So instead of coming in at six like you were supposed to with V, he can get you in at two thirty. That sound okay?"

"That's absolutely perfect. Thank you so much for calling me."

"Anytime. See you in a little."

"Yep, bye." You hang up, checking the time before getting up to go shower.

You were getting a chest piece done, a floral setting under your boobs with a vine that goes in between them.

You were actually kind of nervous for this one, well.. it wouldn't be as bad if you hadn't let google and all of its pain scale ratings deter your feelings about it.

You tried not to think about it by going to the shops page, looking to see if they posted an introduction to Jake.

They did, and wow is he ever pretty.

You bite your lip, reading down over the basic info that's listed below his picture.

Emblem One would like to introduce our newest artist, Jake Webber. Jake has been tattooing for a few years and he is absolutely incredible. You can swipe to see a few of the pieces that he's done so far, and if you would like to schedule an appointment with Jake, please call the shop and we'll get you set up.

You raise your eyebrows as you swipe through the attached pictures, "Wow." You shake your head, Corey was right, his work is pretty sick.

You find yourself in the comments, and to no surprise, you're reading stuff that definitely should have stayed in the keyboard.

User1: I have no tattoos, but now I want one that will take hours

User2: I have a few openings that I can definitely schedule you in to fill.

User3: I'd leave a wet spot on the table, he's so hot

"People have no chill." You roll your eyes, laughing slightly as you double tap the picture to like it before getting in the shower.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You push the door to the tattoo shop open, walking in as you give Corey a smile, "Hey."

He stands up, "What's up, y/n?"

You shake your head, closing the door behind you, "Nothing really, about to get a tattoo." You laugh slightly and he chuckles, "You don't say."

He slides the paper for you to sign, "Are you nervous?"

You sign your name and shrug, "I know it's going to hurt, but I'm so excited for it."

He chuckles and nods, "Yeah, I don't really think it's going to tickle." He nods to the back, "I'll go tell Jake you're here."

He walks back, leaving you alone in the small lobby that you're very familiar with. You walk over, looking at the different paintings and drawings that are on the walls.

You've seen them a bunch of times but they always amaze you.

"Y/n."

You turn, seeing Jake standing there and your eyes move up to meet his - wow, he's a lot taller in person.

You smile, "Yes, hi." You walk over to him, "You must be Jake."

He extends his hand out, "That would be me."

You lay your hand in his and it feels like fireworks are going off inside of your stomach.

"So if you're ready.." he nods towards the door, hand still holding yours, "You can follow me this way."

You nod, blinking a few times as you smile, "Yes. I am more than ready." You slip your hand from his and he gives you a little smirk before walking back the hall.

You follow him back, saying hi to the other artists that are there today.

"You're popular here aren't you?" Jake jokes and you laugh, "I've known Corey since, middle school, I think."

"So you're friends with the owner, how sick is that?" Jake sits down on his stool and you nod, "It has its perks."

You sit your bag down on the extra chair in the corner and shrug your jacket off. You turn around letting out a quiet, but loud enough to catch Jake's attention, "shit."

"Everything okay?" Jake looks up from getting everything set up and you nod, "Yeah, well. I mean no. I wanted to bring an extra shirt with me, just so I didn't get ink all over this one, and I forgot it."

"I have an extra one if you want it." Jake offers and you raise your brows, "Do you really?"

He nods, getting up from his stool, "It's in my car, but I can go out and grab it quick."

"Are you sure?" You tilt your head, "I don't want to be a hassle. I know you have other appointments later."

He shakes his head, "Nah, just one. But that isn't until six or something, so we have plenty of time." He grabs his keys and points to the door, "I'll be right back."

"Thank you!" You say as he walks out. You turn, digging your phone from your bag and bringing it up to text your best friend, I got rescheduled so I'm here at the shop now. Corey put me with the new guy they hired and oh my gosh is he a sweetheart, and oh, he is sooo pretty, too. Go to Emblem One on IG and look. It's their new artist. Jake.

Just as you get done, basically fan girling about Jake, he walks back in, "Here you are."

You take the shirt from his hand and smile, "You are a lifesaver, Jake. Thank you."

He bats the air, "Oh shucks." He laughs slightly and walks towards the door, "I'm going to let you get comfortable, I'll be back in a few."

You watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him.

You take off your shirt off, followed by your bra before slipping on his shirt. Your eyes scan over the black walls, moving over the long mirror hung horizontally against it.

You walk over to the mirror, spending the last few minutes alone trying to figure out how you were going to keep yourself covered while he tattoos.

As you're moving the shirt around, there's a knock on the door and you quickly pull it down, "Come in."

The door opens and Jake walks in, "Comfy cozy?"

You laugh slightly, moving to sit back on the table, "As much as I can get."

"Is there anything else I can do for you before we get started?" He sits down, turning to look at you with a smile.

You tilt your head, "It's more or less how I'm going to stay covered up, I don't want anyone uncomfortable. I seen other shops have hospital gowns that they have people put on backwards.."

He smirks slightly, "I was actually thinking about that out there and, I don't have a hospital gown, but what I can do, is cut the shirt up the middle and then tape it down so you're covered."

"I don't want you ruining your shirt, Jake." You shake your head slightly and he shrugs, "That's an old shirt anyway. I won't miss it."

"Are you sure?" You ask and he smiles as he grabs the scissors, "So. Are we doing this?"

You laugh, moving to stand up, "I guess we are."

He rolls over, pinching the hem of the shirt with his fingers before gliding the scissors upward. You lay your hands on your boobs to keep them covered and your breath hitches quietly as the cool air hits your skin.

"Let me grab the tape."

You nod as you watch him wheel over, grabbing the white tape before coming back over. He look up at you, "If you feel uncomfortable at anytime and need or want me to stop, please tell me."

"You're fine, Jake." You smile.

That wasn't a lie, you were, oddly enough, more comfortable with him than you were with any of your actual guy friends.

"I'm just saying. I don't want you writing a bad yelp review." He tries not to laugh but fails which causes you to laugh, "Oh yeah, I'm going to totally go home after this and write the worst review ever."

"Maybe that'll make the girls in the instagram comments stay away." He snickers as he shakes his head while taping down the shirt to your skin.

"You saw them?" You drop your hands and he look up with a nod, "Oh yeah." He rolls his eyes and sighs, "But I seen you liked it, so thanks for that."

You can feel your cheeks heating as he pushes himself back, "Oh, that. Yeah, i was just.. showing love to my favorite tattoo shop, you know."

Way to play it cool, y/n, you mentally slap yourself as you sit down on the table again.

He chuckles, "No I appreciate that. I know being a new artist to some is kind of scary, but Corey said he would hype me up and it obviously worked, since you're sitting on my table."

You laugh, "he did. Don't worry. He said your art was sick and I have to agree with him. You do some good work, Jake."

He smiles as he holds up a fresh, unopened needle, "Steril, clean." He brings it down to open it up, "Thank you. I appreciate getting that confirmed." He chuckles as he puts everything together.

You make small talk while he gets the stencil ready, asking where you're both from, what you do for work, this and that.

"alright, if you would come stand in front of me." He points with his pinky to the floor in front of him. You walk over to him and he rubs soap onto your skin before shaving the spot the stencil is going to be.

You look in the mirror, watching Jake as he works to get you ready.

"I'm actually nervous about this. I heard this spot hurt."

He smirks, "everyone is different, you know pain tolerance and all, but considering you have a few others, I think you'll be fine. If you need to take a break or two, or five.." he laughs slightly, "Just let me know."

You nod, "Sounds good."

He applies a thin layer of the stencil solution to your skin before turning around to pick up the thin layer of paper, "Alright. Nice and straight and stay as still as you can for me."

You let your hands hang by your sides as you try to control your breathing. You glance in the mirror, watching as Jake smooths out the stencil over your sternum and under your boobs.

"I think, this is going to be a sick ass tattoo." Jake leans back, letting the stencil sit for a few seconds before gently peeling it off, "take a look at that, let me know if you need it moved or anything."

He watches as you turn to look at the stencil in the mirror. You nod, "That's good. I like where it's at."

He nods, "Then we'll let that dry for a few minutes then I guess we'll get right into it." He smiles as he turns away to pour the ink into the little cups.

"I know your post said you've been tattooing for a while, but I'm nosey, so how long is a while exactly?" You sit back down, making sure to keep your body as straight as you can.

He laughs slightly, "Well, if you must know." He glances at you with a smirk, "I was an apprentice for about two years then I worked with an artist in the city for a little bit until I got a call from Corey."

"Did Corey find you on Instagram?" You reach up to run your hand through your hair and Jake laughs, "No, actually. My friend Sam got him in touch with me."

You blink, "Wait. Sam.. what's his last name?"

"Golbach."

"Shut up."

"I'm confused." Jake laughs and you shake your head, "No, no. I know Sam."

"Really? No fuckin' way." Jake's mouth drops open, "How do you know Sam?"

"My family knows his family. Ever since we were little." You shake your head, "That's crazy. Maybe it is a small world after all."

"Yeah, yeah." He smiles, "It sure is."

You smile and after a few seconds of silence, he points, "I'm going to check your stencil if that's okay."

"Oh no." You push your chest out, "Go ahead."

He walks up, gently rubbing his finger over the end part and nods, "Ready?"

You take a deep breath, "I guess so." You laugh as you swing your legs up, lying back on the table. Jake sits down, wheeling himself and the cart over.

You hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun and you take a deep breath. Jake applies a thin layer of Vaseline over the stencil, "Alright. If you need a break at all, let me know."

"Alright." You nod, taking in a deep breath before he anchors your skin down to start.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Halfway through the tattoo, you opted for a break.

Jake takes your hand, helping you sit up. You swing your legs over the edge of the table, "Thank you."

He nods, taking off his gloves before shrugging off his jean jacket, revealing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.

"I like your tattoos." You smile as your eyes move over his tatted skin. He smiles, "Thanks. I'm kind of an addict when it comes to them."

"Tattoos are hot, so it's okay." You smirk at him as you get up to look into the mirror. He walks up behind you, "Yeah, they really are." His eyes move from your half finished tattoo to your eyes and his lips form into a smirk before he turns away.

"Do you care if I go out and have a smoke real quick?"

You shake your head, "Nope. You're good." You smile at him, "Take your time."

"So sweet." He smiles and pulls the pack from his jacket pocket, "I don't know if you smoke, but I'd feel like it would be rude of me not to offer you one."

You laugh and shake your head, "I only smoke when I'm drinking, or drunk, I should say."

"Nothing wrong with a drink and smoke." He smiles and puts a cigarette between his lips, "I'll be back."

You nod, bending down to get your phone out so you can snap a picture of your tattoo progress. You laugh when you read over the text from your friend, oh my god. He is absolutely beautiful. You're letting him see your tits? Lucky day for both of you lol

You roll your eyes, taking a picture of your current state, He gave me his shirt and cut it so he could keep me covered. He's honestly very respectful, but we're halfway done. I'll send you a picture when it's all done.

You walk back over and toss your phone in your bag before going back to sit on the table. As you sit and wait for Jake, you can't help but think about how you feel like you've known Jake for years.

You clicked with him, so fast that it was actually kind of scary.

"I brought you a water." Jake says as he rounds the corner into the room. You look up, smiling as you take it, "Thank you so much."

You open it, taking a sip before lifting your legs to rest them on the table, "How was your smoke?"

He nods, "It was alright." He laughs as he grabs new gloves, "Don't worry, I washed my hands when I came in."

"No worries, I trust you." You smile, watching as he pulls the black gloves over his hands.

He had nice hands. Very. Nice hands.

"Are you ready to start again?" Jake snaps you out of your stare and you smile, "Yes. Yes I am." You lay back on the table as look over at Jake, "So is this your first sternum piece?"

He looks up at you, "Mm, not really. I did a touch up on one other, but her boyfriend stared me down the whole time."

"Oh I bet that was awkward." You stare up at the ceiling, "I hate that. I hate people in general."

Jake chuckles before he starts tattooing, "I totally get what you mean."

"Oh, I don't hate you. I hope you didn't ta-"

He cuts you off, "Not at all. Not at all." He smiles as he continues, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have beautiful skin."

You bite down on your lip, smiling as you feel your cheeks turning red, "Thank you? I think."

He leans back, wiping your skin, "I meant that as a compliment, sorry if it didn't sound like one."

"No, no. It did. I just.. never got that compliment before."

"Really?" He shakes his head, "People are missing out to see you smile, then." He glances up at you, and you can tell that he's just as comfortable with you as you are with him.

You didn't really believe in love at first site stuff, but you did believe in that click, and that click is what you have with him.

"Alright, now this part might hurt a lot more than the bottom piece, so if you need another break, just tell me."

You give him a nod, biting down on your lip as he starts the vine that's between your boobs.

"Oh.. gosh.." you take calming breathes as he was right, it does hurt, "you were right."

You close your eyes, trying to think of something else and Jake helps with that.

"Have you lived here long?"

"Kind of." You say instantly, "I've been here a few years. I actually only live a few streets over in the Green Ridge apartment building."

"Nice, nice." Jake wipes away and gives you a little breather, "Do you have any pets?"

"I have a cat." You laugh slightly, "I would love a dog, but my building doesn't have the grass around it for them to go out, you know."

"Oh man. Of course not. What's your cat's name?"

You laugh slightly, "Um. It's mystic. He's a fluffy grey cat and I got the name from The Vampire Diaries." You wince slightly as you feel the needle piercing your skin, "I'll show you a picture when we're done."

"I would love to see it." He smiles as he moves onto the next part, "I don't have any pets. Mainly because I spend most of my time in the shop, whether it's drawings or tattooing, I just like being here."

"Did you draw that moon phase picture above the mirror?" Your eyes move to the frame and back to him, "Yeah I did." He looks up at you with a smile, "it wasn't easy, took me forever but I finally finished it."

"Do you.. think you can draw me a flower piece that connects to the top of this one?"

He nods, "I'd be honored."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Two hours of talking and tattooing later, Jake is up by your shoulder, leaning over you to finish the top of your tattoo, "We are almost done, sweetheart."

The cute little pet name makes your stomach flip and your cheeks turn pink, "Okay." You say quietly with a smile, "I'm so excited to see it."

"I may be biased, since I'm the one who's doing it, but it's so pretty." He nods, "I like it."

"I'm sure I will too."

"If you don't like it, you can tell me. I promise I'll wait to cry until you leave." He laughs and turns to get more ink.

"I don't think you'll need to cry. From what I already saw, I'm in love with it already." You smile at him and he nods, "I'm glad."

His arm lays over your shoulder, resting under your chin. You close your eyes, feeling the vibrations move through his arm and before you know it.

You're done.

Jake leans back, "Well.." he wipes off your skin, "we're done."

"Already?" You smirk, "That didn't even take long."

He laughs as he helps you sit up, your hand in his and his other on the center of your back, "Take a look."

You glance down before sliding off the table. You walk over to the mirror and your jaw drops, "Oh my god."

"Go easy on me, I'm sensitive." He holds his hands up and laughs.

"No, Jake. This is .. this is beautiful." You turn back to look at it more, "By far my favorite tattoo."

"I'm glad you love it. I love it too." He sprays a paper towel and sits down, "I'm just going to wipe it off some more then take a picture if you don't mind?"

You turn to face him, "I don't mind." You smile as you step towards him, feeling that relief as he wipes over the completed tattoo. (A/n: if you ever had a tattoo, you know exactly what I'm talking about.)

He rests his hand on your hip as his eyes move over the tattoo, wiping it in different spots, "Beautiful."

You look down at him and he smirks, "That tattoo looks pretty good, too." He winks before turning to grab his phone.

Okay, so there's something there. You weren’t imagining it.

You take a deep breath, licking your lips as you turn to look at it in the mirror again, admiring his work.

"Alright." Jake says, "Ready when you are."

You turn back to him, standing up as straight as possible as he snaps a few pictures.

"Got them. I'll probably post it later if you're okay with that?" He looks up at you and you nod, "Whatever you want to do. I'm covered."

"I definitely wouldn't post them if you weren't." He chuckles and points, "Do you want me to take that tape off or did you want to do it at home?"

"You can take it off and I'll just wrap the shirt over and we can slap a new piece on if that'll work?" You motion to pulling the shirt over and he nods, "oh yeah, that will totally work. Do you want me to cover it?"

"Oh yes. Please." You nod and he gives you a thumbs up before turning around to grab some Saniderm. He holds up the piece, "I think that'll be good for the bottom, I'll cut a skinnier piece for the vine part."

You nod, letting him do whatever he needs to do.

He runs his hands over the clear covering and then moves to take the tape off, "If you wanted to grab this side, I'll go ahead and work at getting these pieces off."

"Okay." You hold the side against you as he peels each piece of tape off on the other side before you hold that side of the shirt against you.

You pull the shirt over, holding it there until he grabs a new piece, "Thank you again, for the shirt, for cutting your shirt, and for doing all of this."

"It's not a problem at all, y/n." He smiles as he rubs the piece of tape to stick to the fabric, "Thank you for allowing me to do this."

"Corey said you were good, I just wanted to see how good." You smile and step back. He smiles, "Well I appreciate your curiosity getting the best of you."

"Of course." You nod and go over to grab your jacket, slipping it on before grabbing your bag, "Do you want me to meet you out front then?"

He nods, "Yeah that'll be good."

"Okay." You walk out to the front and Corey looks up, "Well, I see you're alive. How was it?"

"Painful. But.. worth it." You laugh and rest your bag on the counter, "You have a good artist back there."

He tilts his head, "Good as in he does good work, or good as in you like him?" He smirks and you shrug, "Is it okay to say both?"

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, "I guess." His eyes move behind you as Jake walks out. He moves behind you and around to stand next to Corey.

You hand him the money the amount for the tattoo and he squints his eyes, "How much did you and Vienna agree on?"

"Three fifty." You say and Jake laughs, "I'll take two."

You sigh, "then I'm leaving you a big tip."

He chuckles and Corey looks between the two of you, "I have to go.. check on something.. I think." He laughs as he walks away, leaving you and Jake at the desk.

"I'm not leaving until you take it." You rest it down on the counter and Jake sighs, "You're persistent."

"I like to show my appreciation." You smirk and he picks up the cash, "Fine." He smirks and sets it down on the desk, "Are we looking at scheduling another?"

"Is that even a question?" You laugh and Jake sighs, "Yeah, a dumb question." He laughs and looks at his schedule, "When did you want to come back in? For the shoulder connecting piece, right?"

You nod, "Um, we can do like two, three weeks? That should give you enough time to draw it up for me."

"Okay." He bends down, clicking on the computer, "Does the twenty first sound good?"

"That's perfect." You smile and watch as he writes down the date on an appointment card. He hands it to you and right when he's about to say something else, the door opens and you both look over.

A guy walks in, smiling at both of you.

"Hey Matt, I'll be right with you." Jake nods to him and looks back at you. You sigh, "Thanks again, Jake. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime."

And with that, you leave the shop, mentally beating yourself up that you didn't ask him out.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A few days later

The last few days have been painful and irritating as you can't really sleep comfortably yet.

So it's two am, you're wide awake, and your phone goes off.

Who could that be, you think as you sit up, leaning over to grab it.

Hey, y/n. It's Jake. I'm so sorry that it's so late but I cannot stop thinking about you.

Your mouth drops slightly as you feel an excited rush roll over your body. You smile, biting your lip as your thumbs quickly tap the screen, Hi Jake. I'm glad to see that we both feel the same way.

You clutch your phone, anxiously awaiting his response.

Okay, wow. This is embarrassing. I honestly didn't expect you to be awake, but then again I'm glad you are. I wanted to ask you out at the shop the other day but I was so fucking nervous.

You giggle slightly, happy that you finally got the message you were waiting for, or waiting for the courage to send.

You tap the screen biting down on your lip as you send the message, You're literally taking the words right out of my mouth. I was so nervous, too.

You see the bubbles pop up, disappear, and then pop up again before he finally sends his message, This might be a long shot, but what are you doing right now?

You look at your screen confused but you answer, I can't sleep so I'm just lying in bed wide awake.

He answers, almost instantly, Do you want to take a drive?

You answer instantly, Yes, please.

You send him your address and he responds, I'll be there in twenty, I'll text you when I'm there.

You kick the blankets off, hurrying over to grab a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt from your closet. You brush your hair, not worrying about anything else before you walk out to your living room to wait.

You were kind of nervous, but at the same time, you were so excited to see him.

Twenty minutes later, your phone lights up and it's a text from Jake, I'm parked out front in the Tesla.

You grab your bag, making sure you have your keys before walking out of the door. You walk down, smiling at his car as you walk towards it.

He smiles at you through the windshield, leaning across the consol to open the door for you.

"Thank you." You say as you get in and shut the door. You turn towards him as you buckle, giving him a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey." He smiles and looks away, "god why am I so nervous?" He laughs and looks back at you. You shrug, "I asked myself that, too. A few times on the way out here."

He smile and shakes his head, "I figured we could stop, get some snacks before we drive around?"

You nod, "That's good with me."

"Okay." He nods and starts driving, "So. I have to ask. Are the lines on your tattoo straight?"

"I think so." You look at him, "Why do you ask?"

"Because.." he laughs, "I had to force myself to not shake."

You laugh slightly, "Aw, Why were you shaking?" He looks over at you, "I started shaking the minute you turned around to look at me in the lobby."

"Well you did a good job at covering it up because I couldn't even tell you were." You smirk and he sighs, "Well that's a relief." He looks over at you, "Tattoo healing okay?"

You nod, "Oh yeah. I took the stuff off two days ago I think?" You look over at him, "Do you want to see it?"

"If you're okay with that." He nods, "I'd love to."

He pulls into the parking lot and you unbuckle, bunching up your sweatshirt to reveal the underboob part of the tattoo, "I love it."

He raises his eyebrows, "That looks so good."

You nod, "It's healing perfectly."

He smiles as he points to the building, "Shall we go get some car ride snacks?"

You nod, "Let's do it."

You get out, walking in with him. You stay close to him, mainly because you're just happy to be with him. You grab some snacks and a drink, making your way up and Jake takes you stuff from your arms to pay.

"You don't have to do that." You say and he looks back at you, "You got out of bed at two in the morning for me, it's the least I could do."

You roll your eyes with a smile and wait for him to grab the bag before you walk out. You get back in the car and Jake looks over at you, staring for a few seconds.

"What?" You ask shyly, "Is there something on my face?" You brush your face and Jake laughs, "No." he sighs, "You are just.. amazing."

He laughs nervously and you smile as you look down, "So are you."

He turns towards you , word vomit spilling out, "I definitely would have asked you out the day you were at the shop, but I didn't want to do it with Matt standing and.. and then I thought that I could wait until your next appointment with me, but I couldn't so I got your number from your client profile and I just.. had to see you sooner."

"I'm glad you did. I was beating myself up over not saying anything." You sigh, "Plus. You're worth getting out of bed at two in the morning for."

He smiles and shakes his head, "That.. is sweet. Thank you."

You laugh, "I'm just glad we feel the same."

"You had me when you first looked at me, but you really got me at I hate everyone." He laughs, "I'm just glad that it wasn't all in my head."

You shake your head, "Nope. It's not."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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-🎃Scares and a Sudden Friendship🪓-

yes i am aware it is no longer halloween and it is now december. after this oneshot i will exclusively focus on winter themes, but i just HAD to get this idea out. Horror belongs to Sour Apple Studios. Reader goes by They/Them pronouns as always. 🧡 Warning for swearing! Horror goes by Sans here since this is in a Horrortale Post-Pacifist exclusive timeline.

It's a cold Halloween night.

You and your boyfriend decided to go to a Haunted House for the occasion after you finally managed to pester him enough.

"C'mon, c'mon! Hurry up!" You walk hurriedly along the sidewalk in your shark onesie, spotting the closest Haunted House that's covered in decorations, lights, and signs. Your boyfriend following slowly behind.

"I'm coming, jeez. I don't get why you get so excited over all this. We're grown now. This is kid stuff." He looks bored, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He didn't even dress up for the occasion, just wearing his normal fall clothes to keep warm.

"Hey, Halloween is fun for all ages." You point at him accusingly. "Besides, we can finally have some fun together tonight! You've been so busy doing your own stuff and I've missed you a lot, so this is a perfect chance to-"

"Yeah yeah..let's just get this over with. Maybe if we're lucky we can get some candy little kids dropped." He stomps on some old wrappers. Jeez..such a buzzkill. Oh well, he won't ruin your fun in here! You're sure his mood will turn around once you both get inside.

You both reach the entrance, you practically bouncing with excitement while your boyfriend seems to be distracted by some of the scare actors passing by.

You're both eventually let in after signing a slightly concerning waiver, walking inside. You admire the decorations and care put into the environments, occasionally having little jumps when animatronics pop out at you which just results in laughter afterwards. Your boyfriend on the other hand looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here, rolling his eyes at some of the scares and pulling out his phone at one point.

Truth be told, the last few months haven't been..ideal with him. You've hardly had any time together and when you finally do he just ignores you or seems like he doesn't want to be there. You've started to wonder if he even really wants to be your partner anymore..

You shake your head. Now is not the right place to be thinking about that. You should be having fun!

You greet some of the scare actors, having more fun than fear. You assume this is what happens to most people with Bravery souls. There's a large variety of them, some monsters, some humans. All of them doing a very good job!

You both make your way through an escape room section, you doing most of the work. You finally find the key, unlocking the door.

"Here we gooo, next room, woo!" "Yaaay."

The next room you enter is filled with props like mannequins and hanging objects that are meant to look like ghosts.

You cling to your boyfriend's arm, feeling unsettled as you both progress. He actually seems to tense up this time as well, looking around. It's quiet in the room..you feel a chill go down your spine.

You make your way down a small hallway that leads into the next area, jolting when a tall monster jumps out at you both with a fake hatchet. You jump back, your boyfriend screams, pushes you aside and..runs off. Without you.

You stare in the direction he ran off in, eyes wide in disbelief.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" You put your hands on your head, feeling tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes.

He just..left you.

He ran off without you in a scary unfamiliar location.

He abandoned you.

You try to hold back your tears when a bony hand rests on your shoulder. You look up to see the scare actor lifting up his mask, revealing eyelights with one empty and the other having a bright red circle in it, focusing on you.

"...don't waste your tears over that guy. 's okay." His voice is deep, a comforting sound to hear in a way. It's oddly soft despite his sharp appearance. You try not to look at that large cracked hole in his head. He probably appreciates that.

He raises up the other hand, wiping your tears away.

"I am so breaking up with him." "yikes. that guy's your boyfriend? some partner, leaving your datemate in an unfamiliar place alone." "Not anymore. I'm dumping him." "good call." "..Could you maybe..show me where the exit is? I don't really have the drive to go through here all by myself." You hold your arm shyly.

"i'll do you one better." He holds out his prop hatchet, handing it to you.

You look at it then at him, raising a brow.

"let's go scare the shit out of him."

You grin wide, taking the hatchet from him as he goes to pull his mask back down.

The two of you run out of the room and the moment you spot him you start SPRINTING, the skeleton following close behind.

The moment he finds the exit the two of you burst out laughing, taking a few seconds to compose yourselves.

"So..I'm gonna be removing his number from my phone..any chance I could have yours, stranger?" You point finger guns at him.

He seems surprised for a moment, before simply lifting his mask back up and smiling.

"just call me sans. nice to meet'cha." He gives you his number and you make sure to save it. "You too, Sans. Would you like to..I dunno, go get coffee or something? I'd like to get to know you." "i wouldn't mind. how does tomorrow sound?" "Great."

The two of you smile at each other before Sans' boss tells him to get back to work, and you wave goodbye before sending a text to your boyfriend to tell him you want to talk.

Part 2

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romiantic · 10 months

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DATING THE SPIDER CREW

→ INCLUDING hobie, gwen, miles, miguel

→ READING: black!fem!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + ooc for gwen

→ A/N: ngl gwen + miles was my fav to write <3

𖦹 ₊˚. HOBIE BROWN

— when I think of hobie with his black partner, I usually think of opposites attract but with a hint of alt. like you would be an earthy person or a pink person and you’re just wandering town with your tall, punk bf. but you guys match so well, you guys compliment each other’s features and everybody (jokingly) question how you two ended together

— hobie very touchy-feely with his partners. I can imagine him teasing you any time, any day. you two could be chilling with tv playing in the back and here he goes leaving his hands on your stomach or poking your thighs. also, hobie is not super specific on who he dates, he’s a personality over looks type of person

— dating hobie is quite interesting but in a good way! very adventurous, daring, colorful? yeah colorful! when I say this, I mean trashing the rich neighborhoods, spray painting your initials with a heart on random walls, and sneaking into concerts. especially late night, this man’s energy is on ten when the moon is out but it’s all spent on you, don’t worry <3

— hobie can be loving and such a tease. like he’ll pull you in for a kiss and walk away out of nowhere ?? he finds your reactions hilarious and won’t stop teasing you cause of it, it’s too much fun for him. for example, he’ll start touching you softly, massaging your shoulders, you’ll lean into the touch and he just stops. like he’ll keep going until you’re too into it and then let go out of nowhere….pls I can’t stand him

— his favorite pastime is swinging through the city with you in his arms. it’s so much fun and the adrenaline he gets from it escalates by ten. especially when he faked to drop you but catch it right after, it gets him going and keeps him laughing until you end up on a random rooftop

— hobie also likes to take lots of pictures! I can see him always sneaking a pic when you’re not looking and definitely having a huge collection of polaroid photos. these photos are precious to him, it’s like him having small pieces of you everywhere he goes <3

— hobie can be very chill as well. hobie isn’t always down for adventures and some days he just wanna do what you’re into or just chill with you. he’ll tune his guitar and strum something new, lay on your thighs and let you rant on whatever obsession you have or how your day is going

LOVE LANGUAGE: physical touch !

𖦹 ₊˚. GWEN STACY

— dating gwen is very mellow, she has her moments of excitement but rarely. at first gwen shy herself away and was quite hard to break apart, she would only communicate through her music or body language

— not gonna lie, communication with gwen is quite rough but does require patience. she’s not a girl of many words unless you’re close with her or she’s ultimately at her breaking point. but with you, she does try more and more to speak out how she feels; her small sentences become longer and she doesn’t bottle up everything to scream into a pillow

— gwen would try to find a spot during her time as spidergirl to find new spots for you two to hang out at (while still fighting crime). her go to would be new pizza places, thrift shops, or rooftops of restaurants, the aroma of food puts her at ease

— being a music lover would mean gwen showing you her extensive collection of music. her range is large but it is quite fascinating, it can go from pop punk to conscious rap. she does indulge in rnb (sometimes) but more on the sabrina claudio, umi, and Q type of rnb, like indie rnb

— for hair, gwen can be quite indecisive so asking her on what to get next won’t be the best idea. she think protective styles + wigs are so creative and can get overwhelmed on what would look best on you. the best she can do is pick three of the best options sorry :(

— intimacy with gwen is very important to her, whether it be cuddling while watching a movie or playing with each other’s fingers. it gives gwen a sense of serenity that she always longs for and can’t live without. especially working as spider girl, that piece of serenity can ease her nerves. she reminds herself of the calming days you two share with each other

LOVE LANGUAGE: quality time !

𖦹 ₊˚. MILES MORALES

— dating miles is like living in a rom com movie. he’s so dorky, so cute, but also funny. dating miles is like taking a long walk on flower field, he makes you feel ecstatic, happy, blissful even

— because miles is a bit of a dork, he can get a bit slow on things you talk to him about (especially girl things). when you first explained what a period is he didn’t take it well and thought it was some disease only girls had. oh goodness miles-

— another difficult thing to explain to him is hair, he knows something about protective styles but not much. you don’t have to explain the difference of a loc and a braid but you do have to point out to him the difference between butterfly locs and soft locs. he’ll get the difference soon, don't worry!

— like gwen, miles is a music lover so he always singing whenever he’s around and not picky to music either. this boy can go from singing Billie Holiday to Ice Spice, I don’t know how tbh. btw, miles is definitely an ice spice stan ! but also, you and miles going to concerts (local or stadium) could be become a very consistent thing, consider it y’all favorite dates <3

— miles has a lot of playlist for scenarios of the both of you. scenarios of y’all first kiss, dancing at homecoming, y’all first argument, talking a walk through the busy streets of brooklyn, playing video games, etc. I promise you, if he thought about it, there’s definitely a playlist for it

— chill days with miles would consist of playing music through his record player, going record shopping, or watching old cartoons. on some days, if miles is too tired he’ll plop on your bed and just sleep away until you wake him up for dinner. the boy goes through a lot everyday, please don’t mind him

— there are times when miles does get quite stressed but doesn’t really know how to explain until he’s at his breaking point. the weight of being a good student, a good son, and spiderman can be too much to bear and can potentially crush him. therefore he will go silent some days and become more slumped throughout the day, he tries to hide it with a smile but couldn’t last once he was in your room. seeing him at such vulnerable moments made you see a different side of miles; fragile, small, and more open

LOVE LANGUAGE: acts of service + words of affirmation

𖦹 ₊˚. MIGUEL O’HARA

— not gonna lie, dating miguel is like having another parent as a boyfriend. he can be quite nagging but in a loving way, like he won’t pester you too much but does want better for you. he’ll talk with about your health, whether physical or mental, communication between the both of you, and even set boundaries for the relationship. it’s the bare minimum I know, but it’s something miguel cares about deeply

— miguel can actually be quite affectionate. when there isn’t much to do on both of your agendas, he’ll have you both laid out on the couch just holding you still and peppering kisses to your neck and face

— there are a lot of quiet times with miguel, he gets too deep into his thoughts and think about all the terrible mistakes he has made. the loss of his family, the disaster he has caused, they all come tumbling down and leaves him more like a villain than a hero. as much as he loves being spiderman, the consequences weigh on him heavy, so please comfort him when he’s unusually quiet or distant

— I feel like miguel is the perfect person when it comes to hair, like he has some sort of secret power for hair. some odd reason, his choice of protective styles for you are always perfect and you look so good after your appointment!

— miguel loves loves loves throwing out compliments! any time, any random day, he’ll call you “gorgeous”, “beautiful”, “princess”, and any other compliments in his native tongue. miguel adores the way your face heats up and your face glowing when he compliments you, your reactions brighten his day/night more

— this man loves to cook as well! he loves cooking food in his culture and loves even more when he shares it with you. not gonna lie, he does pride on being your favorite cook but then again the amazing aroma of his cooking always have your stomach flipping

— if things get too stressful or worrisome, miguel would book a vacation for the both of you, local or out of state, he doesn’t mind. his go to for vacation are always a beach house on an island to enjoy the outdoors or the countryside of a European country

LOVE LANGUAGE: words of affirmation

⭑ EEEEEEK THESE ARE ALL SO CUTE IDC IDC

⭑ there’s def gonna be a part 2 for prowler!miles cause I don’t have anything written for him yet….

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐃 💗: Ephesians 4:32

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

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user-rui · 1 year

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Alpha!Seme!Male!Reader x Omega!Uke!Male!Insert

(U/n) = Uke name

(Y/n) = Your name

This is a text that has you inserting yourself as the top, and a bottom of your choice. While it is meant to be this way, you can really insert any name anywhere and it'd work out. Also cross posted on Ao3 right here.

Hope you're all familiar with good old omegaverse :).

-(Y/n)'s POV-

"Thanks for having us over."

"No problem, I mean, it is Friday after all."

Today (U/n) and I were at (friend name)'s house. The three of us were going to chill and watch movies. It's been a while since we got together so we decided to hang out. (Friend name) started the movie, (movie name) and handed us a bowl of (snack name).

My boyfriend climbed into my lap and made himself comfortable before picking up the (snack name) and munching on it. The movie got to the climax when I felt (U/n) shift a lot on my lap. As if he was rubbing himself on me.

Worried, I decided to ask him about it. "Dear, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine... Just w-watch the movie..." He panted in response.

Something seems off... I thought as I focused back to the screen. And something smells really good... like... (uke pheromone smell, it could be anything you find pleasing)... wait, does that mean… "Shit! Are you in heat (U/n)?!" I whispered in a little shocked tone.

(Friend name), who has been quiet the entire time paused the movie and turned to stare at us. "Hah, (Y/n)... I-I feel hot a-and Ah- I don't feel good... Mhh... (Y/n)... Touch me..." (Friend name) lived in the middle of nowhere, and we lived pretty far. With no other options, I frantically turned to (friend name). "Uh... could you lend an old pal a bedroom? And some condoms? I'll clean up afterwards. Promise." (Friend name) sighed and led me, with (U/n) squirming in my arms, to the guest room. "Thanks man."

"There are condoms in the nightstand, and you owe me one."

I went into the room and put (U/n) onto the fairly large bed. Then I went back to close and lock the door. Once I turned around, I found my precious uke on his knees with a couple fingers in ass, rubbing his hard, dripping erection against the blanket and moaning my name.

He seemed to suddenly remember that we're in a room together and stumbles his way over, lust clouding his eyes as he begs me to fuck him: "(Y-y/n) I-I want your big alpha dick~ wu- I-I need it~! A-alpha~ please~!" My omega wrapped his trembling arms around my neck as he started to hook his creamy legs around my waist, causing friction in the process.

If I said I wasn't turned on, it would be a complete lie. (U/n)'s pheromones alone would make me lose control over myself. Along with him also begging me for it, I was trying very hard not to eat him on the spot.

"Now now dear, let's take this to the bed, alright?" My boyfriend nodded into my shoulder as I walked back to the bed. Placing my needy uke on the (colour) covers, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. After hastily putting it on, my hands wandered over to his excited friend and began to stroke the shaft, causing more sticky precum to leak out.

I kissed my omega along his jawbone, slowly going downwards, leaving them all over his shoulder and stomach. With every kiss, I felt (U/n) tremble even more. "S-s-stop t-teasing already and d-do me..." I chuckled before answering: "Now how can I reject such an offer~?" As I lined up my hard on with his dripping wet heat, I felt my love tense up. He must be scared that I'll hurt him.

On the news, there's recently been an alpha who raped a male omega, and that omega was seriously injured. (U/n) didn't have sex with me once afterwards, which resulted in him being very scared now. "Baby, look at me," I said in a dominating yet gentle voice.

He slowly opened his (uke eye colour) hues, looking up into mine with tears and lust. "I'll try to control myself, so don't worry." I caressed his cheek a bit before he melted once again. Going as gently as I could, I inserted my member, bit by bit until the shaft was completely swallowed by (U/n)'s hole.

"A-alpha... m-move please..." my omega stuttered after he got used to my size. Complying, I started to thrust my hips, trying to control my inner beast from ravishing him. Leaning down, I whispered sweet nothings into his ear, trying to calm my mate down: "It's alright, I'm right here and I'll be gentle... Loosen up a bit (U/n), you're going to hurt yourself..."

"Fuah... F-faster... (Y/n)..." I went a bit faster, still very careful of my mate. "A-alpha... m-my dick hurts... H-help me... (Y/n)..." Tears formed in his (uke eye colour) orbs falling freely onto the covers below.

"I'll have to go faster then, is that alright?"

"J-just break me... Ah... Alpha... Hurry..." I immediately thrusted my member balls deep, making my uke shutter and moan out of surprise. "AHHH~!" My sense of reason was lost to lust, as I grabbed my partners feminine waist and pulled it towards me with every thrust, pushing my hard erection deeper.

The sound of skin slapping could now be heard as I was pounding him real hard. It seemed that I've fucked him to cloud nine. He had saliva running down both sides of his gaping mouth, wet fluids dripping out of the front and the back, creating lewd squelching sounds as I fucked him.

"AH~! ALPHA~!! NGH~! H-HARDER~! D-DO ME TILL I AH~!! CAN'T STAND~!!!"

"Ngh- (U/n)~ I l-love you so much-"

"AHH~! I-I LOVE YOU TOOO~!" His insides were clenching around me every time I pulled out, as if his ass wanted to keep me inside of him. "S-shit (U/n), if you keep clenching that much I'll come really soon..."

"T-than Ah~! P-please do~ I w-want Hah~ (Y/n)'s thick alpha semen to Ngh~ Impregnate me~! I wanna have (Y/n)'s babies~!!" (U/n)'s moans became more and more like screams as I was pounding harder and harder into him, abusing his prostate every time I thrusted in. "AHH!! HAH!! C-CUMMING!! (Y/N)!!"

I grunted a response as I gripped my lover hips pulling him closer to me as I was about to release as well. I felt thin arms wrap around my neck as my uke threw his head back in pleasure as I went even deeper into him. "(Y/NNNNNNN)~!!!" Screeched the (uke hair colour) haired male as his ass tightened and he came all over our sweaty bodies.

"W-wait alpha... Ngh~ I-I can't Ah~ take anymore... Stop Hah~ Stop thrusting!!"

"J-just a bit more (U/n), I'm almost there..." Not soon after I came inside my omega, filling the condom with my seed. Flopping down onto him, we both shared a kiss as I waited for the knot to go down, and once it did, I pulled out and threw the condom away. "Are you satisfied now, my needy omega?"

"No... I still feel hot and h-horny..." My omega embarrassingly turned away before whispering: "C-can we do it again?" I smirked as I tiredly complained: "But I'm too tired, (U/n). Maybe if you top, I'll let you do it." I felt my uke jerk a bit before turning around and climbing onto me. "You forgot the condom, baby," I reminded.

After notifying him, he turned to the nightstand and grabbed one, before fiddling a bit with the packaging and putting the condom on.

My uke slowly began emitting more and more pheromones, which meant he was getting needy once again. My own member start to stand at his smell, which made me hard in no time. I sat up and leaned against the headboard as I watched my flustered boyfriend climb into my lap and position himself over my member, hugging my neck as he carefully lowered himself onto me, trembling the entire time. I observed his pleasured face as he bounced himself on me, taking in my entire length with every bounce.

His (uke eye colour) eyes were half lidded and he had a small smile planted on his face as he kept on chanting my name every time I hit a spot deep within him. His bounces became more and more floppier as he was getting tired from moving so much. I decided to regain dominance by pinning my mate to the bed, so I was on top of him. Then I pulled out all the way to the tip, before harshly smashing it back in and mercilessly pounding him.

His moans and groans all turned me on, and his act of dominance just now turned me on even more. I was pounding (U/n) so hard now, he couldn't say a sentence without stuttering: "(Y-y/n)... Ah~! A-are you Fuah~! C-close? I-I want Hah~ You to c-cum i-inside Ahh~! Me!! F-FILL ME W-WITH Y-YOUR AHHH~ SEMEN!!!" He came right after, squeezing his ass against my cock, making me grunt and cum as well.

After pulling out and disposing of the condom, I realized my mate had fallen asleep (or passed out it could be either). I cleaned him off before cleaning the room a bit. After clothing my uke and carrying him to my car, I explained to (friend name), who had a pissed expression, that we'd be leaving to deal with the rest of his heat and that we could hang out some other day. We shared goodbyes and I got in the car and started the long drive home.

-Extended Ending-

"(Y-y/n)... Ah~! A-are you Fuah~! C-close? I-I want Hah~ You to c-cum i-inside Ahh~! Me!! F-FILL ME W-WITH Y-YOUR AHHH~ SEMEN!!!"

(Friend name): *silently sips tea*

(Friend name): *put tea back on table*

(Friend name): *muttering* "Welcome to hell bitch, how may I help you?"

#yaoi #yaoi bl #bxb smut #bxblove #oneshot #yaoi smut #smut #seme male reader #x reader #top male reader #reader insert #original content #original story #cross posted on ao3 #random thoughts #omegaverse #abo #alpha x omega #alpha reader

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thefangirlofhp · 7 months

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10. sweet-tooth

The Garden is a strange small cafe on the curb of a secondary street. It is strange in that at first glance, one reckons its hanging showers of greenery and flower vines indicate an abandoned forgotten shop or an aesthetic florist’s work, but its quaint outdoor seating arrangements of ivory white benches and chairs coupled around round tables. Its large window display showcases its black checkered floor and couches, with its name printed in glittering gold on the large front which an employee is wiping with a fiber cloth from the inside.

Azriel ducks under the pink canopy from the patient drizzle the sky occasionally peppers them with. The grey clouds are dispersed amongst the sky, occasionally passing over the sun and shading them with the trademark gloom of autumn and its crisp weather. He rakes his hand through his hair, effectively jelling it back with the moist and gives his appearance a quick run over in the window’s reflection. He pauses, for a moment, as the worker inside does her round on the glass and finishes rubbing a spot of a small hand-print off the glass. Her face appears when she lowers her hand, finding herself locking eyes with him and instantly beaming.

He smiles, yanks open the door and strides in long hurried footsteps.

“Hi,” Elain throws her arms around his shoulders, gives him a tight squeeze that he bends into as he finds himself giving them a spin.

“Hi,” he murmurs back, blinking back a sudden sting in his eyes as the flashing gratitude for having her pinches his heart. “How’re you?”

“Fine,” she says, muffled in his shoulder. “It’s a little busy today. It only calmed down ten minutes ago.”

He glances over her shoulder at the customers inside having their drinks and indulging in chatter audible over the faint background music Elain plays. He draws back, to get a more than cursory look at her face.

“The vomiting?” he asks, his eyes darting over her smile and eyes, trying to fish out a morsel of an indication to exhaustion. “Sorry I left so early.”

“It’s okay,” she shakes her head. “And the vomiting wasn’t pleasant, but more tolerable today.”

His eyes squint, finding only a slightly paler tone to her skin and perhaps faint undereye circles.

“I’m fine, really,” she reassures him. “I was wiping windows. I am very well.”

He does have to concede that. Behind them, the doorbell chimes with two new customers just off work as he is. The afternoon yields a particular rush, one post-lunchtime and pre-dinnertime where most people pick up a snack to sedate their hunger meanwhile.

“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get those?” he offers, earning a brilliant smile that sets his heart on fire. Azriel strides over to the counter, where Cerridwen is taking the orders at the register.

He shrugs off his jacket, ties an employee green apron over his white shirt and washes his hands thoroughly in the sink. One iced-latte, matcha tea and a chocolate parfait. It is pleasant to exchange the noisiness of a news outlet’s office for the busy hum of a café; the coffee machine brewing espresso shots, the loud clink of large ice-cubes thundering their way into plastic travel cups and the ear-trickling pouring of chilled milk over ice. He likes the slow work of it, the gradual building of each drink until he clicks on the lids and slides on the café’s cupsleeves over them.

Elain runs an interesting cafe with the kind of pricing a business should not be modeled on if it wanted to stay afloat and make profit while keeping the clean crisp space it does but Elain has an infamously creative menu, with the classical options one would find in any café but presented in unique packaging and exciting colors that even has Azriel, whose poison everyday is a black coffee with one sugar, interested in trying. She markets herself well online, as well, with challenges like trying out the entire menu in a month to win a coupon that would serve two people and adding new drinks and desserts to the menu every once in a while.

She pours her heart and energy into the place, as Azriel often catches her in odd hours running the blender in the kitchen trying out new recipes or sketching new ideas of packages. She runs offers like discounts for regulars, and free delivery for certain orders. Sometimes people wanted to walk into a place and drink something new, or have something incredibly specific in mind that usually Elain catered to.

Azriel enjoys making the parfaits, even though he is not a personal fan of them and Elain really only makes for him the high-protein Greek yogurt specimens for his gym days (she has a special section in her planner on a healthy menu for fitness month in May that she’s subjecting him to sampling). He does admit it is like assembling an art’s craft, with ample room for creativity and little chance of erroring. The counter offers just as much colorful options as a crafts’ store that he finds himself straying a little off course with the assembly.

Kosssh goes the whipped cream, crackling its way out of the nozzle as he tops off the dessert. He slides the Orea cookie in place in white clouds of fluffy goodness, sticks in a KitKat bar and wafers and drizzles on a generous helping of thick chocolate syrup.

He watches Elain finish wiping the windows, as he wipes down the counters and aligns some lids and washes up dishes. She fixes chairs in place and sweeps the floor and eventually sits—nearly collapses—on a couch.

“Are there any bagels left from this morning?” he asks Cerridwen who sits at the register sipping a purple and yellow soda drink and points him towards them.

He cranks up the heat on the stove, lets the pan heat up enough before cracking an egg over it and gently scrambling it, taking care not to over cook it. Azriel pieces together a cream-cheese and onion, ham and egg bagel sandwich with the care he assembles Lego pieces and the affection he reserves for his wife alone. He takes his time lathering the cream cheese, arranges the ham carefully before topping it with the egg and gently pressing it down with the other half of the sesame bagel. Cuts it in two careful halves and plate it on a tray, with a lemon soda.

“You all-right?”

Elain looks up and opens her eyes when he announces himself only for them to widen as he puts the tray on the glass table before her. “Oh thank you,” she rushes out, so sickeningly grateful for the gesture. “Yes I am, I’m just feeling a little tired. Brain fog, you know?”

“Little fucker fucking around already?”

Elain snorts, reaching for a half and settling back comfortably. “This is really good, thank you.”

“No problem. Figured I’m best limited to arrangement of pre-prepared ingredients only after yesterday’s dinner.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Elain tries to bandage his feelings but he’s since then given up on cooking—who fucked up pasta so spectacularly? An idiot. Even if it was prepared with the good-intention of taking the load off his newly-diagnosed wife. But Elain wasn’t complaining when they instead ordered take-out and rewatched an entire season of The Office and fed leftovers to her overweight cat.

Which reminds him, he ought to stop referring to his sesame-sized fetus with the same terminology as a disease but what did one say with regards to such matters? He hadn’t researched that far yet.

“I couldn’t eat the thing and I scarfed down Cassian’s cooking for all of college,” he replies. “Speaking of, he called. Nesta wants to throw you a baby shower. Now keep in mind this is still a surprise but he says she’s called dibs and Feyre’s claimed first-birthday rights. Just so you know.”

Elain blinks. “I’m not even two months yet.”

Azriel shrugs and crosses one leg over the other. “Besides, who even throws birthday parties for a one-year-old? They’re still blobs of incoherent nonsense, why the bother?”

Elain gives a suspicious snort which she masks with a cough.

“Sorry,” she snickers. “I just can’t help a very vivid memory of a surprise half-birthday party for a certain six-month-old and being asked to bake a specific custom cake that kept changing every fifteen minutes.”

Azriel sticks his tongue in his cheek and finds himself at loss for words.

“Ok, that’s fair enough.”

Elain laughs softly. Doris Day softly croons about dreaming a little dream of her and Azriel thinks about the different people who’ve ever sung and it and finds himself daydreaming one small such dream about assembling a beautiful crib in their apartment for their office they’re going to be turning into a nursery later. He’s thinking about this café being the after-school spot for their kid to come hang out with their friends and help out their mother. Elain will make them sweet cold smoothies at the end of spring’s term, give them hot chocolate during the fall and ginger biscuits before the winter break.

He softly smiles. Right now, here, is a fine spot to be and just as much a dream he cannot get used to, still.

@flufftober day 11: sweet-tooth

#flufftober 2023 #day 11: sweet-tooth #some SWEET TOOTH rottin' FLUFF for ya #elriel #elain archeron #elriel fic #acotar #azriel #acotar fic #elain x azriel #there's a sprinkle of early pregnancy in there too heads up if that ain't your thing

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cynicalmusings · 2 years

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ok hear me out.

Reader who could transform into a cat.

OKOK I KNOW ITS A WEIRD IDEA BUTTTT— LIKE. Imagine reader just chilling out at one of the higher and breezier spots in the academia, until: they notice a black cloak beside them. It looked oddly familiar, but reader just shrugged it off, nuzzling into the cloak anyway like a blanket.

When a certain white-ish haired man entered, he stood in surprise to see a cat asleep, comfortably wrapped around his cloak. He smiles a bit before stroking the back of reader’s ears, and carrying them along with his cloak, causing them to wake up to see— THE cyno smiling at them. (reader is a simp, literally stalks him 😭)

I could imagine reader borderline stalks cyno in the library, and perhaps visits him in their cat form too. Cyno prob gave you a name (totally did not name you after ur human self 👀) and a small bracelet around ur neck. (Which you wear on ur wrist everyday when you shift back to a human)

- ☕️ <333

now, consider this:

sometimes, you (in your cat form) follow cyno to the library, and he allows you to sit on his lap, absentmindedly running gentle fingers over your fur as he works away on whatever he’s doing. whenever he catches your large, unblinking eyes staring up at him, he can’t help but send you a little smile on return.

occasionally he talks to you as he works, as if you were a real person. he knows you can’t understand him, but he can’t help himself; it’s nice to pretend you can understand him.

he talks to you about his studies and research, explaining their intricacies in detail in his calm, soothing voice. sometimes you listen with perked up ears, and other times his voice lulls you into slumber.

perhaps these one-sided conversations are when he starts mentioning a certain person to you, and your heart threatens to stop when he tells you their name.

the name is your own, of course. he explains that they’re your namesake, possibly because something about you reminds him of them. he talks about the way this person makes him feel; how his heart seems to flutter and nerves begin to dance whenever he’s around them, and how, after some research, believes the feeling to be called ‘love’. he talks about his concerns, too; what does this mean for him? what if they don’t return his feelings? can he even navigate a relationship if they do?

then he usually shakes his head, and sighs, reminding himself that you can’t understand him, much less help. you always push your head against his hand, a loud purr rumbling from your throat, and he scratches you behind the ears, apologising for most likely boring you.

(of course, you aren’t bored by this information at all.)

when in your human form, you pretend to know nothing about this; though you’re excited, you don’t want to suddenly change your attitude towards him.

(but, hang on, he notices. isn’t that the bracelet he gave that cat? how come you’ve come to acquire it? is the cat yours? what’s going on here?)

oh, also, one time he was up very late in the library, and you (again in your cat form) stubbornly insisted on staying with him the whole time, despite his multiple attempts to shoo you away so you can get some sleep. when he finally finished, your eyes had long since fallen closed, though your eyelids kept fluttering in an attempt to stay awake. cyno shook his head, scolding you in a soft voice that he did warn you to leave earlier and get some sleep. you simply turned your headlamp-like gaze tiredly up towards him, unmoved.

looking into those wide eyes, he couldn’t help but think that you really did remind him of that person; your eyes certainly bore an uncanny resemblance.

not that he stares at that person’s eyes a lot, that is. of course not.

he stood up, preparing to leave. you always followed him out of the library, and he glanced back at you when he didn’t find your feline form winding around his legs. you were still loaf-sat on the desk, eyes half-lidded and drooping, too tired to move. cyno sighed, and made his way back towards you, slipping off his cloak as he did so.

the next thing you knew, you were being scooped up by a large, dark cloak and lifted up, held securely but gently against a chest.

“come on, now,” cyno coaxed, voice as soft as the fingers that danced over your fur. he leaned down, pressing a light kiss to the top of your furry head. had you been in human form, the very thought of the intensity of the blush that would have erupted over your face right now made you shudder internally.

instead, you curled up tighter against his chest, snuggling deeper into the folds of the cloak’s fabric, and closed your heavy eyes with a contented purr, falling asleep to the grounding rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

#why am i imagining this au as a sort of witch’s familiar-style thing?#as in the reader is cyno’s familiar if that makes sense and can shift between their human and animal forms #possibly a fantasy-style-wizard!cyno au…?#with you as his familiar of course #actually that’s not too bad an idea #maybe i’ll give it some thought #☕️ anon #cyno #cyno x reader #r answers #sent: anon

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m0ther-of-p3arl · 1 year

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flying is a state of mind

(robert aeor high au p5)

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anyway im super proud of this one i think it turned out very well and it was fun to kinda dive into a bit of scott's memories and deeper backstory. hope you like!!!

It’s really kind of nice having a new friend, Scott supposes. The last time he’s felt this excited to go to school was when Shelby joined the friend group, and that was about three years ago. Scott’s been stuck with the same people for a long time- not that he doesn’t enjoy hanging out with them, obviously he does, but it’s a much-needed breather to have something different.

or, Scott is on the way to Jim's house (so he can go to the movies with Jimmy and Joel, but that's next update) and we meet Beks for the first time :000

(4257 words)

TW: internalized homophobia, self-hate, flashbacks of past abuse, etc

It’s been almost a month since Jimmy’s arrived at school, and Scott has to admit, he’s grown quite fond of the avian, who’s almost seamlessly fit into their friend group- mainly because Scott tries to make sure he’s invited to everything. Shelby loves him like a little brother, and he and Joel have got on famously (honestly surprising to Scott) ever since an incident at lunch where Jimmy made Joel laugh so hard that his chocolate milk had snorted out of his nose.

Owen, on the other hand… Scott’s pretty sure no one else has noticed, except for maybe Jimmy himself, but Owen is, to put it lightly, not as excited about a new member of the friend group as everyone else seems to be. Scott’s not sure what it is, but he supposes that after five years of being someone’s best friend, you kind of just feel what they’re feeling instinctively.

Now, the thing is, Scott really likes Jimmy- he’s funny, he’s sweet, he’s gotten Scott out of a breakdown spot more than once. Jimmy is quickly climbing up his friend tier list, and he’s sure that Owen can tell how much Scott’s enjoying Jimmy’s company.

In fact, Scott’s pretty sure that Owen’s jealous, as silly as that is. Scott can’t imagine his life without his best friend there by his side, laughing on their walks to school, smirking at all his dumb jokes. But Jimmy’s different- refreshing to be around, kind of like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in the same room, repeating the same patterns, for so long. He’s not a better friend than Owen, not even close, but he’s… new. And that always has an effect on the way he perceives people.

Of course, though his life’s gotten just so, so much better since the avian’s arrival, there is still his situation at home. His mom’s always away leading her cult, and his father is bearing down harder than ever, telling Scott to stay away from his friends, to stay inside. Many times, he’s almost found out about Jimmy, and Scott can’t quite put a finger on why he thinks so, but he’s certain that his father can not find out about the canary.

Scott tries to get out of the house as much as he can, to get away from Father, but it’s hard, and he often feels weird initiating activities within his friend group. So most of the time, he just sits quietly upstairs in his room, hoping and praying that his father doesn’t come in and find him on his phone.

Scott isn’t supposed to have a phone, but Joel bought it for him a couple years back, and he’s had it ever since. It’s always a much-needed reprieve from his stressful home life to just hop on to the group chat and talk about the silliest things for a few hours, or even just a few minutes.

He’s the one who insisted Jimmy be added to the group chat after a week of hanging out with him at school, much to Owen’s chagrin. Shelby had seemed ecstatic about the idea, and Joel just as chill with everything as ever. After two weeks, Scott and Jimmy had a private chat, just the two of them, which was something kinda new for them both- Jimmy’s never had a friend til recently, and Scott’s only ever had a private text with Owen.

There are still a lot of things he doesn’t know about Jimmy, of course, a lot of things he’s too scared to ask, because he’s grown to value their friendship greatly and doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. Scott’s pretty sure that he and Jimmy have some sort of silent agreement not to bring up their first conversation- Jimmy doesn’t ask about Scott’s eyes or why he still needs to wear shades if he can’t turn things to stone (Scott’s certain he’s wondered this at least a few times), and Scott doesn’t ask about it when Jimmy mentions how he’s just learnt to fly and other things like that.

He’s thinking about all this today as he runs his morning jog route, something he’s started up in the past few weeks to get away from home on the weekends. It works remarkably well; he can leave on his jog and then go meet up with his friends, be out of the house all day, and his father’s none the wiser.

Today, he’s going to the movie theater with Jimmy and Joel, as Shelby has Gnome New Year and Owen canceled as soon as he heard Jimmy would be there- though Jimmy’s the one who initiated it, so he should’ve known anyway. Scott wishes that Owen and Jimmy could just get on a bit better, but at least Owen has Lilith, his enbyfriend, to vent to this all about- it’s just difficult to juggle the two clashing personalities.

He runs faster, his legs burning and his snakes hissing quietly in his ear, urging him to keep going. Making sure to push up his shades, Scott takes a long sip from his water bottle, pushing himself to go further, faster, his blood beginning to boil. Maybe he’ll burn away everything he hates about himself, maybe the fire will cleanse him, melt the ice, make him who he’s supposed to be.

He wonders what his friends would think of him if one day, he showed up perfect, just how he’s always wanted to be. He’s certain that then, they’d look to him as the leader, and he’d be able to make it so Owen and Jimmy would be friends, and he’d finally be able to stop thinking about the canary who dominates his mind night and day.

Scott slows to a stop, breathing heavily with his hands on his legs, bracing himself to stay upright. His sweat drips off his face, landing in patterns on the pavement that merge with the rain that’s beginning to fall, gently, from the sky, cascading onto the lake beside him. The ice is finally beginning to melt; it’s too cold for early April. It hasn’t snowed in months, and yet somehow, it’s still consistently below freezing during the day, as well as at night. Scott could really do with some sunshine, the coming of spring always seems to set him right.

The drops fall down from the sky, causing him to shiver. He really needs to get to Jimmy’s: that’s where they’re meeting up, though Scott’s never been to Jimmy’s house before, and the avian seemed quite hesitant to make that their meeting place. But Joel’s sister has some sort of soccer thing and obviously, Scott’s house is completely out of the question.

So to Jimmy’s he runs, pulling out his phone and checking the address to make sure he’s on the right route to… what was it- ah, right; 156 Norman Flick Avenue. Fantastic. Scott has no idea where the heck that is, so he pulls up Gugol Maps, luckily finding he’s traveling in about the right direction. But it’s almost 11:00 in the morning, and he needs to hurry if he wants to be there on time.

It’s at times like this that Scott curses himself for choosing to run everywhere, because it’s just another one of his stupid decisions, and he misses feeling good about himself, he misses feeling like he’s worth something. But he’s not and that’s the hard part: remembering that all those times in elementary school, when he kissed boys and ran around getting mud all over his clothes, only serve to incapacitate him now.

Owen knows about the mud part, everyone does, they laugh at his school pictures where his snakes almost always had chips of the stuff stuck between their scales, Scott’s gap-toothed grin happier than anyone’s seen him in years. But no one knows about the time when he and a kid he’d met at a field trip to the zoo in Laurtentown, a city slightly south of the one Scott lives in, had kissed in the corner by the lion exhibit.

Scott remembers the boy had been about his age at the time, so eight, maybe a little younger, and had been walking around with his- well, at the time Scott had assumed they were his parent, but he remembered how the boy had looked to them with almost reverence, as if they had the absolute final say, which just doesn’t feel like the way one would look at a parent. But of course, he wouldn’t know anything about parents, would he…

Scott could barely convince the boy to leave them when they had started talking. Somehow, he had gotten the boy, who’d been wearing a huge sweatshirt that made it hard to judge his species- all Scott remembers is the shock of scruffy blonde hair and huge, trusting brown eyes- to follow him with his class, and they had ended up kissing in front of the lion exhibit.

It was just a tiny, experimental peck on the lips, the kind that all people try out at some point in their childhood- and yet Scott remembers how the boy’s eyes had widened, and how he had run off immediately after, seemingly quite spooked. Scott had called after him, wondering if he’d done something wrong, but the boy hadn’t turned back.

Scott’s wanted to find that boy for a long time since, but he doesn’t even know his species; and if the other boy was to try to find him, Scott hadn’t needed his shades yet, and he’d been wearing a hat: the only way the boy would be able to identify him would be from his features alone, which have changed a lot since then. His eyes have gotten more cyan, his temperament a lot more anxious and depressed.

He’s lost the innocence he had when he was a child, he’s lost the feeling that he’s okay, the knowledge that there’s someone out there who loves him. There is no one who loves him. How could anyone, when he’s this, this aberration, cyan where he should be green, wrong where he should be right, thinking of boys when he should be of girls?

How could he ever be anything but a mistake? He can feel tears prickling up behind his eyeballs, but he won’t cry, he can’t cry, then he’ll just be proving that he’s even weaker than everyone already knows- oh, god, he hasn’t cried since his powers came in, has he. It’s been a long, long time.

It was third grade, and Scott had just turned nine. Gorgon petrification comes in at ages eight to twelve, depending on genetics and environmental factors, and Scott’s doctor had predicted that, based on his father and other relatives, his powers would activate when he was about nine. So obviously, on his ninth birthday, he jumped out of his bed and ran down the stairs with excitement.

Had his powers come in? Could he petrify things? He hadn’t known, and it had made him giddy just thinking about how cool he might be now, cooler than Kymora, another gorgon who he’d had an intense rivalry with at that point. He would show them all. Just because his snakes and eyes were a weird color didn’t mean he’d be weird. He was just special. At that point, his father hadn’t been as strict and criticizing as he is now, but he’d still been quite expecting of his son- and Scott didn’t want to let him down.

But his situation with Father didn’t get really, genuinely bad until that morning, the day he’d turned nine, when he ran down the stairs, and upon reaching the bottom, had keeled over and nearly passed out. His eyes had hurt, he remembers, the pain intense and freezing. It felt like someone had been poking them out with an ice-cold poker, twisting it around in his sockets. And so, obviously, he started crying. He was nine, what else was he supposed to do? He hated pain, still does- the way it twists around and seems to whisper, we’ve got you now. There is no escape.

His father was so unspeakably angry when the feeling had subsided, Scott creaking his eyes open, the tears he had just cried freezing on his face. Everywhere he looked, something else froze. And every time something did freeze, it hurt his eyes, a new jab of intense pain, trying to keep his tears coming. His father had almost hit young Scott, curled into a ball on the lush cashmere rug, sobbing and choking on his own spit freezing in his throat.

From that day onward, Scott’s father has always hated him, utterly and completely, without a shadow of a doubt. This was when the peanut butter jelly sandwiches started being his only food, when Father started sending him to private schools and counselors and religious specialists- anyone who had any possibility of “fixing” him.

This was when Mother left, promising she’d be back within a week, swearing to his father that she wasn’t leaving for her cult forever. But she hadn’t come home, and Scott was left scared and alone with only his vengeful father, and the knowledge that he’d singlehandedly broken his family, to keep him company. He hasn’t thought about this in a long, long time.

How the time flies when you’re thinking about traumatic events; he’s almost at Jimmy’s now, his feet pounding against the asphalt, the rain freezing to ice when it hits him. Scott’s body temperature has always been lower than normal, even for a gorgon, and it had just decreased further when his ice came in- meaning that sometimes, when he’s feeling negative emotions really intensely, the surface of his skin is cold enough that water freezes on it.

He groans, peeling bits of ice off of his arms, wishing that he could just calm down and get to Jimmy’s. The avian always seems to get him back to a reasonable state, whether it’s just subconsciously by talking about the randomest shit, or when he’s consciously trying to cheer Scott up. It’s only been a month and already, he can’t even try to imagine a world where he hadn’t met the avian.

Jimmy makes everything better, just looking at him so often brings a smile to Scott’s lips, just thinking of him and Scott knows that things will be better with Jimmy around. He wonders which movie they’ll be seeing.

He’s reached Norman Flick Ave, and he slows to a comfortable pace, the wind brushing against his snakes, tiny hisses going off in his ears. He scans the houses, looking for the 156 that signifies Jimmy’s house. 124, 130, 134…

The road is quaint, kind of like the street that Scott’s family mansion decides to squat in the middle of, but this one has a slightly different vibe- perhaps due to the fact that there isn’t a giant estate smack-dab in the middle of the left side of the avenue. The houses are all very typical, two-story homes, each probably at least a hundred years old, with their creaking porches and slightly smoking chimneys.

Scott finds Jimmy’s at the end of the street. It’s the corner house, and he can see as he’s walking up that Joel’s already arrived- his humongous blue and white car is parked right outside, and Joel himself is standing in the middle of the sidewalk, tapping his foot. Scott waves, and Joel catches his eye, a grin stretching across his face.

“Scott!” he yells, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Hurry up, mate, you’ve already almost made us late!”

Scott picks up speed, moving forward in a state somewhat between walking and running, until he reaches Joel. “Sorry, I ran all the way here- where’s Jimmy?” he asks, craning his neck so he can see the celestial’s face.

“He’s inside still,” Joel gestures with his thumb towards the house, “Getting ready, I think, but you can knock if you’d like,”

“Sure,” Scott agrees, stepping up the stairs to Jimmy’s wrap-around porch, rapping his knuckles against the paint-splattered door. Almost immediately, it creaks open, a head poking out from behind the wood. But it’s not Jimmy’s.

“Well, hello, you must be Scott Smajor,” says a short girl, about Scott’s age, maybe a little younger. “Jim talks about you all the time- come on in! Oh, and Joel’s here, too- Joel, get your butt inside!”

“Hiii, Beks,” Joel calls, making his way towards the house. “Only problem is, I might not fit? Your house is made for tiny little avians, not a celestial like me.” He flexes his biceps, and Bek lets out a derisive snort.

“Wait- I feel like I’m in the dark here,” Scott says, confused. “Do you two know each other? Are you Jimmy’s sister or something- wait. Beks- I recognize that name. You’re a grade below us, right?”

“Wait.” Now it’s Beks’ turn to look confused. “Jimmy hasn’t told you about me?”

“No, I only know about you because of Joel- you two used to be like best friends, I remember.”

“Well, yeah- but Jim hasn’t told you the story?” Bek bites her lip. “Well, no, I guess he wouldn’t tell you the whole thing, but he hasn’t even told you the bit where he lives with me and my parents?”

“Wait. What?” Joel furrows his brows, leaning down to look Beky in the eyes. “No, he’s never told us any of that- come to think of it, he’s been quite private about his home life in general; I don’t think he’s ever mentioned it at all.” Looking back, Scott realizes Joel’s correct. He can’t remember a single time Jimmy’s willingly brought up where he goes after school, and even when someone else has brought it up, he’s always been really vague about answering.

“That’s…” Beks trails off, looking hurt and a little angry. “Jimmy! Get down here right this instant, or I swear, I will steal all your dresses again!” Oh. That’s right. Scott hasn’t seen Jimmy much outside school, and most of the time, he just wears typical clothes; but he had mentioned that this time he’ll be wearing a dress. Scott’s never seen Jimmy in a full on dress before, and he feels his cheeks flush because Jimmy’ll look even cuter than normal-

Oh, no. Why is this happening? He’s seen Jim in skirts a ton of times, almost every day for school, in fact- but for some reason, just imagining the avian in a dress hits completely different.

“What?” Jimmy’s voice is far away, floating down from up the stairs. “Are they here? What do you want?”

“Just get down here!” Beks yells, definitely angry now. Scott’s not sure if he should be here anymore, because it looks like there’s going to be some sort of family feud and he’s not sure he wants a part in that.

It seems like Joel’s had the same thought, muttering, “Should we…go?”

“No, it’s fine,” Beky sighs, looking up the steps. “Jimmy, get down here right now or I swear to god-”

“Just give me a sec, I’m almost done dressing- I’ll need to grab the hat downstairs anyway.” Scott flushes again at Jim’s words, looking slightly to the side. Joel catches his eye and gives him a quizzical glance, a slight smirk growing on his lips. Shit. He knows, or at least he suspects, that Scott’s gay- oh, no.

Scott looks away, crossing his arms over his chest. What the hell is this? He needs to stop this madness. He does not have a crush on Jimmy. He can’t have a crush on Jimmy, that’s non-negotiable. He is not allowed to like boys, it’s disgusting, it’s not something he should even be considering. But then he imagines the avian and he can’t help but smile, and all he wants anymore is to make Jimmy laugh-

What would Father say? Scott can almost hear the cold voice, pressing into his mind, whispering in his ears, a sneer upon his faceless father’s lips- You are nothing, nothing but a defective, worthless, disappointment- and now you tell me you’re in love with another boy? Get out of my house. Get out of my home. You’re not wanted here anymore.

Scott shivers, knowing this could very well be how his father reacts. He needs to keep himself a secret, from everyone, keep it secret keep it safe but he feels like he might be going insane-

He hears a creak from inside the house, the sound of a foot stepping down on a stair, and his head snaps up, gazing upon none other than Jimmy. He’s wearing a light green dress, long-sleeved with little white frills that cuff his wrists, his hair clipped back with an emerald clip that matches the gown perfectly.

It’s a bell dress, the many layers of the skirt making it poof up at the bottom, the abundance of lace just visible against Jimmy’s ankles. He’s chosen darker green tights to compliment the hue of his main garment, and his shoes are a lot like the typical black belt-buckle shoes, but they’re white instead, matching his cuffs and collar. Jimmy’s wings are floofed up in the back, his ear feathers popping in all directions, and the avian hasn’t noticed Scott yet, who’s stood stock-still in the doorway, taking in every bit of his appearance.

Scott feels like he’s seeing Jimmy for the first time, he’s radiant, his face lighting up in a smile when he sees them stood in the doorway-

He’s speechless. He can feel the warmth returning to his cheeks, even more than before, and he suddenly feels underdressed in his short-sleeved shirt that shows off his scrawny arms and his sweatpants, because Jimmy looks so nice- he realizes he’s probably been staring for a bit too long, and the avian’s blushing now too, their eyes meeting.

“Hi,” Scott mutters, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He still can’t get over how pretty Jimmy looks, with his dress ruffling in the breeze, his waist cinched with a white ribbon tied in a bow.

“H-hi,” the avian responds, barely a whisper, his eyes wide. Scott knows he should look away, knows he’s probably making this very weird for everyone else as well as himself, but Jimmy’s gorgeous, and is it really his fault that he can’t stop looking, can’t stop taking in every little detail of his appearance-

And then Beks clears her throat loudly and the spell is broken. Scott looks away, his face probably red as a tomato, Jimmy stood stock-still, like he’s not sure what’s just happened. Scott’s not completely certain either, all he knows is that one second he was fine, and the next he was just- gone. All logical reasoning, out the window.

“Jimmy, did you not tell them about me?” Beks asks, hands on her hips as she turns to the boy on the stairs.

“Huh?” Jimmy’s still focused on Scott, and he shakes his head, turning to Beky. “Oh, um, yeah, about that…”

“Jim!” Beky shrieks, her hands in the air. “Without me, you’d probably be dead or in a homeless shelter!”

Jimmy pales. “Beks- I don’t want- I’m not ready-”

“Okay, yeah, I get that, but you could have at least told them I exist! I’m basically your sister, and I care about you and so do they, so-”

“We’ll talk later. I need to go or we’ll be late,” Jimmy states plainly, “I can’t talk about this right now, Bek.” He walks down the stairs, his shoulder brushing against Scott’s as he steps outside.

“Jimmy-” Beks pleads, trying to reason with him.

But the door closes and he’s shut her out. “Sorry about that. Shall we- uh-” His voice trails off when he meets Scott’s eyes, blushing hard and moving his eyes to the ground. “Shall we get to the movie? Joel, you’re driving us, right?”

“...Yeah, I am,” Joel says, squinting his eyes at the both of them as if he’s trying hard to figure something out. And Scott feels like something’s changed too, though he can’t quite tell what it is, but there’s a new feeling in the pit of his stomach- or maybe not a new feeling, just a dormant one that’s grown stronger, pulling him towards something, a realization.

They all pile into Joel’s car, the celestial taking the driver’s seat, Scott and Jimmy sharing the backseat, seated almost uncomfortably close to each other. Scott risks a glance over to Jim, and then notices that the avian’s already looking at him. Their eyes meet and Scott moves to look away, he does hate eye contact, but something keeps him there.

Jimmy’s eyes are big and brown, a color you wouldn’t expect to see on a bird. It’s lighter than you would think, not the deep black of Bek’s, but not the light green usually seen on a canary. They’re beautiful, Jimmy’s beautiful, and Scott has to beat the feeling down because he is not doing this, this is not an option.

As much as he wants it to be, it’s not.

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total-drama-takes-takes-2 · 11 months

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episode 0 - a prologue

It’s a beautiful, sunny summer morning in Muskoka, Ontario. TV host Chris McLean is looking spiff and spim, dressed in his usual “too cool to care” casual look, tiny bag full of baby teeth around his neck, smile bright and blinding as he steps out in front of the camera crew for the first time that season.

“Yo, we're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season eight of the hottest reality show on television right now!

Here's the dealio: Twenty-two teens have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crappy summer camp, where they'll compete in challenges against each other then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. After every challenge, one team will either survive another day or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the loser boat, and leave Total Takes Island for good.

Their fate will be decided at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where each week, all but one camper will receive one marshmallow. In the end, only one will be left standing- and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which, let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food...

...and each other. Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out right here, right now, on Total... Takes... Island!"

Chris takes a deep breath as the director calls “CUT” and everyone moves their equipment to the docks in a flurry of production assistants and cords. Chris stands by, sipping on his low-fat white chocolate mocha and tapping his foot until he’s called up to his place.

Just as rehearsed, he smiles, waits for the director’s signal, and then spots a gleaming white boat off in the distance just as the cameras begin rolling.

“How about we meet our campers, huh?”

The boat arrives in mere seconds and the ramp rolls down for the first time of many, giving way to a short, brunet man who’s likely a little too excited for his own good.

“Peter, my man, what’s up?”

Peter drops his bags, still onboard, and then bounds down the ramp to give Chris a spine-chilling hug.

“This is so sweet, I’m on Total Drama Island! Nyehehehe,” he says before looking directly into the camera, finally releasing Chris. “Shoutout to the gang back home in Quahog! Joe, Cl-”

Chris cuts in before he can divert the segment any further- they have a schedule to keep, after all. “Great! Here’s Sha-Mod!”

The next contestant off is a gentleman wearing a gray hoodie, and, strangely, a large printed out photo of former contestant Lightning over his face. Chris blinks- it’s certainly not the strangest thing he’s ever seen, but it’s definitely new. “Hey, man, what’s with the face?”

Sha-Mod shakes his head. “As if I'd let a bunch of randos see my real face,” and with that, he picks up his bags and walks away. Chris stares in bewilderment for a moment before the next contestants arrive.

“Alrighty, then. Next up we have a classic three-parter: Joner, McLovin, and Michael!”

The boat speeds away as the next three approach. McLovin- a too-tall too-skinny nerdlet with glasses that hang at the tip of his nose- is holding one of Joner’s- a too-short too-fat teenage boy lite- hands, while Michael- an average-sized green haired girl in a parka- holds his other.

Chris stifles a laugh. “What’s with the, uh…” he gestures to the hands.

Michael starts: “He-”

McLovin makes sure to butt in, very matter-of-factly. “He’s scared of boats,”

A brief flash of annoyance crosses Michael’s face. “Yeah, that,”

“My buddies are just looking out for me, and besides, nothing wrong with best friends holding hands!” Joner pipes in happily, beaming. Chris chuckles.

“Great. I see not a single way this friendship could possibly go awry!” he says. “Next up, Fren!”

The boat comes by with a mysterious figure on board. Everyone stares in awe as Fren, a steampunk-esque quirked up white boy with pink hair stands aboard. The boat stops and he steps off and gives a formal bow. “Nice to make your acquaintances,”

Chris chuckles yet again. “Formal. Nice,”

Fren offers a hand to Chris for him to shake, which he accepts with a grin. He sighs happily as Fren walks away- what a great season this is going to be.

“Next- Julia!”

Julia beams at the slowly-growing group as the boat disappears once again. She adjusts her glasses and tightens her ponytail before smiling professionally at the group.

“I also go by Jules, if you'd prefer,”

No one verbally responds, though Joner waves.

Chris smiles. “Good for you. Austin!”

Julia's calm, confident entrance is immediately crushed by a wave of groovy tunes and good vibes. A tall, bespectacled swinger is standing at the very edge of the boat, arms out Titanic-style. He grins, showing off his extremely British teeth, and shouts loud enough for the rats on land to hear.

“Right groovy baby yeah!!”

Before the boat can dock, Austin dives off it and plops into the water below. After a few seconds, he resurfaces and scales the docks, approaching the crowd whilst dripping wet. He flashes a smile at the ladies and swipes seaweed off his shoulder.

“Lovely birds out today, yeah?”

Julia and Michael both give him a strange look and then glance at each other with the same mystified expression

“Psychedelic, man,” Chris says. “Courtney, everyone!”

Courtney is the picture of grace as they step off the boat, the sun reflecting off their many piercings and highlighting their pink hair. They're clearly trying to make a good impression as they grin and waves.

“Happy to be here! It's nice to meet everyone,”

Everyone gives a half-enthused wave except for Austin, who smiles widely and waves excitedly.

“And give a warm welcome to Patrick!”

Contrasting Courtney’s warmth, Patrick walks rigidly down the docks, listening to something over his headphones with a deadened expression.

Courtney puts on a smile and attempts to approach, much to everyone else’s dismay. “Hi, it’s nice to-”

In a single shove, Patrick moves Courtney out of his way and continues on his stiff path to the edge of the docks, where he proceeds to brood in silence.

“Jeez, what’s his deal?” Joner scoffs.

McLovin nudges his friend with his elbow. “Dare you to hug him,”

“No way! Make Michael do it!”

“As if!”

Michael groans and turns to her other side as McLovin and Joner bicker.

Julia winces on her behalf. “Do you know those guys?”

She sighs and gives an apologetic smile. “Friends from back home,”

“Ah, I see…”

The boat returns, though this time, there’s a definite spooky, dark, looming energy emanating from it. Chris grins wickedly.

“Scary and Frollo, glad to see you,”

First off is Scary, who cartwheels down the ramp and lands perfectly next to Patrick. He ignores her. Frollo steps off the boat next, clutching a Bible, and joins the crowd. though, when he notices he's standing too close to the women he takes a step away.

“Kitty!”

Kitty has the exact opposite energy as they bound off the boat on all fours and then somersault into the water, disappearing into the ocean.

“Mal!”

Mal steps off with her head held high, clutching her phone closely. She's not a spectacle, but she emanates a certain intimidating energy, Courtney's eyes widen and they suddenly seem very nervous.

“Hello, Chris,” Mal smiles. “Great day, huh?”

“Nice to see you,” Chris grins back. “But, we do have a no-phones policy, so... Chef!”

Chef walks onto the dock and skewers Mal's phone with a spear, then dumps its sparking body in the water. She reacts with a small smile, though her left eye twitches.

“No biggie! Just happy to be here,” she walks off and stands besides Courtney, giving them a small, slightly sinister smile that quickly disappears when Julia looks over. Courtney shudders.

“Bonnie, welcome aboard!”

Bonnie steps off the ramp, looking thoroughly unimpressed. They set down their bags and walk over to Chris. “I was told we'd have wifi?”

Chris chuckles. “Oh, yeah. We lied about that,”

Bonnie grumbles and then steps away, standing beside Mal and Courtney.

“You know what I do when I'm having internet withdrawals? I take deep breaths and count to ten,” Mal says, still smiling. Her voice is soft and calm, though there’s something unsettling about it. Bonnie frowns.

“Sure. Thanks,”

“Scruffy, our local Total Drama historian!”

Scruffy jumps straight off the boat, clutching a disposable camera and a notepad. “Glad to be here, man! my master thesis is gonna be concrete after this season, I'll tell ya,”

“If you survive it!”

“What?”

“Huh? Oh, here's Ass!”

Ass steps off-board, looking not quite happy but not quite upset, either.

“Welcome to-”

Ass holds a finger up to chris, silencing him with their sheer power alone, and then stands near Patrick and Scary at the end of the dock

Chris shudders. “Yeesh. Max!”

Max follows, looking over the crowd of people already collecting on the docks. He’s dressed like he wants to get booted first, in a prep school uniform- tie and all.

He sighs. “Not impressed,”

“That makes two of us, buddy. Alex!”

A fairly good-looking brunett with sharply cut bangs steps off the boat and frowns deeply, their eyes darkening. “Um, actually, I sent your legal department an invoice, I use Staci, thank you very much,”

“Oh, we got it, it's just that we already had a Staci-”

“Yeah, that's the point,” they roll their eyes.

Staci walks over to the crowd and stands between Austin and Julia.

They give the both of them an angry glance and then look back dead-ahead. “It’s Staci,”

Austin and Julia look at each other nervously and then nod.

“O and Kelly!”

Kelly and O step off, also holding hands. Kelly, though the same age as everyone else, has a certain milf-y energy about them. O looks ill but is smiling anyway. The two are talking amongst themselves as they step down the ramp.

“And just remember, next time you're feeling seasick, just let me know,”

“Thank you, Kelly,”

Chris chuckles. “How sweet. And finally-”

Chris is suddenly interrupted by the sound of a helicopter landing. Everyone covers their ears and ducks down to avoid the winds, except for Austin, who is blown straight back into the water by the air current.

The helicopter stops and someone steps off- an impeccably dressed television icon in purple, who just about everyone recognizes.

He grins. “I hope I'm not late,”

Chris’ eyes narrow and he sighs before responding in a low grumble. “Just in time, Caesar,”

“And I'm sure you got my memo?”

“Affirmative,”

“Lovely. Then I'm glad to be here,”

He turns straight to the camera. “This is Caesar Flickerman, reporting live from Wawanakwa! May the odds be ever in my favor, amirite?!”

No one responds. Chris seethes a little before collecting himself. “Right! anyway, group photo, anyone? for memory's sake?”

Everyone grumbles in dismay, but shuffles to the end of the dock as Chris takes the picture from the shore.

“Ready? one- two- three- say "Wawanakwa!"”

Before the contestants can respond, the helicopter suddenly takes off, blowing everyone into the water. Chris laughs.

---

Chris has everyone gathered around the campfire now, either standing, sitting on the slightly-burnt grass, or seated on one of the few logs placed around the pit.

“This is camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next two months. The idle teens beside you will be your teammates, your competitors, and maybe even your friends, but more importantly, the camper who remains throughout the competition will win one million dollars!”

A happy murmur rumbles through the crowd.

“You'll be living alongside each other in the team cabins- one side for girls and such, one side for boys and such. Here's the deal: if I call your name, I want you to stand over here, behind me,”

“Austin,”

“Frollo,”

“Jooooner,”

“Julia,”

“Kellllly!”

“Max,”

“Michael,”

“O,”

“Scary,”

“Scruffy,”

“And Staci! You are the Inane Anons!”

Joner frowns as he looks at McLovin on the other side of the fire pit. “Ah, crap. sorry, man,”

“No, it's ok. I'll take my loss like a man,” McLovin steps away from Joner and Michael and tears up. Courtney pats his back reassuringly, and gives a concerned look to the rest of the team.

“The rest of you are the Flying Fujoshis!”

Fren grins. “Cool,”

“You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during your time here- you'll also be able to hold confessionals in the outhouse to get whatever's on your mind out to the world!”

xxx

Bonnie crosses their arms and frowns. “Yeah, this is terrible. But I might as well make the best of it while I can. There's bound to be some terrible, mind-numbingly awful drama here, so... at least I won't be bored,”

---

Peter is grinning, so close to the camera you can barely see his face. “This is sweet!!”

---

Patrick simply sits and stares into the camera.

---

Chris grins. “Any questions?” Everyone raises their hand. “No? great! your cabins are right up ahead.”

---

Patrick frowns as he enters, slinging a long duffel bag over his shoulder as he studies the cabin. “This is terrible,”

“I don't know, it's kind of giving... cute, campy, even!” Caesar chuckles, dusting the dirt off the bunk-bed blankets. The two turn to Sha-Mod as he begins walking back outside.

“I think I just saw a rat giving birth under one of the beds,”

Peter awwwws as Patrick and Caesar look at each other nervously.

---

Scary walks in and immediately crawls under one of the beds on all fours.

Julia raises an eyebrow but says nothing, and walks over to the other bed, setting down her things. Michael is on the bunk above

“You might want to take a top bunk, man. I'm pretty sure I saw a possum laying eggs under this one,”

Julia’s face flushes white and she picks her bags right back up. “Noted!” she says as she moves to the bunk across the room.

Kelly enters and grins, lugging several heavy designer suitcases behind her and panting. “Say.. could I... ask you girls for a little... Help over here?”

Julia scoffs, earning a frown from Kelly, but Michael shrugs and slides off the top bunk, going around to the other end of the large suitcase and hefting it up with a wheeze.

“Jesus, this is heavy, what's in here? Bricks?”

Kelly chuckles. “Portable tanning bed. Never leave home without it!”

Michael blinks. “Right,”

“Where exactly do you think you're gonna fit all that junk?” Julia asks, crossing her arms. Kelly thinks for a moment, surveying the cramped cabin with a frown before turning back to the girls with an apologetic smile.

“Anyone not using their bed?”

Chris’ voice suddenly blares over the loudspeakers.

“Attention, campers! Put on your swimsuits and meet me at the top of the big old cliff across the island in ten minutes for your first challenge!”

#total takes island #tti #praying this is readable

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palettepainter · 7 months

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Can i have some Headcanon of Pianoduet🎹(dr teeth x rowlf)?

They are so cute together💜🤎

EDIT: Okay here are the PIANODUET headcannons! Again so sorry for the muddle up!

-They're two halves of a whole, that much is obvious, but around Rowlf Teeth is willing to really chill out and just...well, act normal. He'll often speak without the exaggerated, made up words and just speak to Rowlf like a normal person. This is something Teeth does only with people he is especially close to (that being the band and Rowlf)

-Rowlf is pretty much immune to most of Teeth's flirts. After joining Floyd on the road Teeth's confidence really began to grow, and with that so did his rizz. Teeth flirts mostly for the sake of teasing, and when he and Rowlf were friends his flirting would sometimes catch Rowlf off guard (not in a bad way). After years of being friends Rowlf knows all of Teeth's flirts and pick up lines, he'll respond to them with a humoured huff and a smile. Sometimes he'll even use one of Teeth's own flirty liners and say it back to him, which on the rare occasion will catch Teeth off guard

-Teeth loves Rowlf's laugh. I like to think Rowlf has a very loud, barking (get it? cuz he's a dog-) laugh. Most of the time he lets out light chuckles, but when Teeth is able to draw an abrupt, loud chuckle from him he gets a little giddy with excitement everytime

-Teeth hugs Rowlf with his whole arms....as in he'll wrap his noodly arms all around Rowlf. Rowlf has learnt to just roll with it when Teeth does this, he's not even phased when Teeth sometimes - accidentally - gets his own arms tangled up and he has to spend the next thirty minutes untying them.

-It's a running gag that since Rowlf is a dog he still does dog things, despite speaking like a person and running a bar. Some of these behaviours Rowlf isn't even aware of or knows he's doing, he sometimes just falls into a trance in the moment. For example, when the two are sitting in a park and a squirrel hops too close to Teeth for Rowlf's liking, he'll growl or bark. Teeth finds this both endlessly adorable and funny, he thinks it's sweet that Rowlf is protecting him from 'danger'.

-Rowlf likes to have his ears and head scratched, and Teeth is especially good with offering ear scratches. His favourite spot is right under his chin, he goes limp like a ragdoll and gets this ear to ear, lobsided grin of bliss on his face, his tail will even start wagging

-Teeth likes it when Rowlf mindlessly runs his hands through his beard when the two are laying down, he finds it therapeutic and grounding in a way after a particularly hectic day

-Rowlf doesn't own a lot of clothes, being a dog, clothes just feel restricting on his fur which does plenty good at keeping him warm in the winter. Teeth will always stand close to him during winter cuz Rowlf radiates heat like a furnace (infact most of the muppets will huddle close to him)

-Since starting up the Tavern Rowlf doesn't have a great deal of time for preforming or singing, sometimes though, when Teeth is around his apartment to hang out, he'll overhear Rowlf singing a small tune under his breath - sometimes his foot will tap to the rhythm or he'll sway his hips in a little dance. Sometimes the two will end up singing duets together while making coffee or something

-I love Rowlf's newphew Newphew so for the sake of this post I'm saying he lives with Rowlf. Teeth loves Newphew so much, he wants to be the cool uncle so badly....He does however have a teenie habit of taking Newphew out on prompt shopping trips or something without telling Rowlf first, which leads to him panicking. When they're all out together as a trio they form a cute little family unit (unless there is a bunch of squirrels in the park, in which case Teeth will have to calm and herd two growling canines out-)

#Muppets #The Muppets #Rowlf #Rowlf the dog #Teeth #Dr Teeth #Pianoduet #Rowlf x Teeth #Headcannons

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switchyfox · 2 years

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in case you're open to Eddie Munsons requests 👉👈 maybe Reader and Eddie are drinking/smoking together and Eddie finds out that R becomes super affectionate when high/drunk? and Eddie just being super amused by it. no pressure tho :3

Thank you for the request, I loved it!! This is the first I decided to fill in, so it's my first time writing for Eddie. I hope you'll like it anon!

Eddie Munson x male!reader (drinking/smoking together - fluff)

You can read it on Ao3 here.

1.7k words - 3rd person - reader uses he/him pronouns - set before the events of season 4

“Hey, you’re still coming tonight, right?”

Y/n never promised that he would be there, but with Eddie looking expectantly at him like this... there was no way he could say no to these pleading, soft brown eyes. Besides, he was a little excited to enjoy an evening with Eddie and his friends. They had only started to hang around together a few weeks ago; Eddie had approached him during lunch break and asked if he wanted to help him set up a DnD campaign. Y/n had been a little reluctant, but he soon found out that Eddie could be very persuasive. That, and the guy just kept rubbing him the right way, shooting compliments about his art and writing (that he had noticed during their classes together and extra scholar projects displayed around school through the years). Eddie sounded so excited at the idea of sharing a hobby, and y/n desperately needed this kind of friend, so he accepted. They had been spending time together developing ideas for the campaign ever since then, but they hadn’t had any occasion to just chill together outside school yet.

“Yeah, count me in. I'll bring a six-pack.”

Eddie pumped his fists in victory, a broad smile plastered on his face.

“Awesome! Jeff and Gareth can’t wait to meet you.” His attitude changed to serious in a matter of seconds. “Just remember, no matter how hard they push, don’t drop any info on the campaign. It is crucial.”

His interlocutor nodded.

“Roger that. My lips are sealed.”

This earned him another smile from Eddie, along with a pat on the shoulder.

“Great. See you tonight then.” With that, he bowed before leaving towards his car, a grin on his face.

***

The night was going well. Just as Eddie expected, his playmates had jumped on the occasion to try and get information from y/n as soon as he had arrived. The latter had held his ground through the evening better than expected, and the two nerds had stopped trying to get him to spill the beans hours ago now.

Gareth had claimed the armchair to the left as soon as he had entered the trailer in the early evening, Y/n was currently sitting on the floor with his back resting against the empty side of the couch and Jeff was comfortably seated on the far-right end of it. They were discussing the upcoming Aliens movie; all were hoping to be able to watch it in the theatre. Maybe they would go together. Eddie had just left his spot on the sofa to fetch them another tape to play, they had all agreed to change to something calm after they finished the last Black Sabbath album. They had already drunk their way through two six-packs, shared a couple of joints, and they were all getting a little drowsy.

Some chill classic rock tunes started playing from Eddie’s room, and when he came back to the living room, the conversation between his friends was still ongoing.

“Actually, I think the Xenomorph is even more fuckable than Ripley. She’s hot and badass, don’t get me wrong, but have you seen this thing? Made me all flustered every time it came on screen in the first movie.” Y/n slurred, doing his best not to laugh at his own thoughts.

“Wow dude, that’s gross.” replied Jeff.

Gareth tried to think of it for a second and his face contorted in disgust.

“I don’t even want to imagine how the whole sex thing would work.”

That’s when y/n burst into laughter.

“I’m only kidding guys, it is kinda gross. I mean, imagine if... ok ok, I’ll stop here.” He shut himself up by taking a long sip of his beer, amused.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes away from y/n. He knew he had been developing a bit of a crush on the boy, but to see him so relaxed, buzzed from the alcohol, the music and the weed... He couldn’t help but think he was the most handsome guy he had ever laid his eyes upon. No matter how unappealing whatever y/d just said might have been for anyone else, Eddie was not bothered in the slightest. He was glad that his friend was enjoying himself without the usual anxiety weighing on him, enough to share whatever silly thought was coming to his mind.

As the conversation died down, Jeff got up and announced he needed to take a trip to the toilets. The three other nerds nodded lazily in acknowledgment. Eddie walked around the table in the middle of the room, picked up a joint that had been left there for later, and took over Jeff’s spot on the sofa. He lit up the cigarette, staring at y/n from where he was, and he put a hand on his shoulder as he took a puff. The boy turned to face him, and he exhaled the smoke.

“It’s your chance to get a much more comfortable place to sit down for the rest of the night. C’mon.”

He noticed the faintest sign of embarrassment on his friend’s face when he stood up, not so steadily. Eddie patted the spot to his left and y/n pushed the hesitation aside, plopping down next to him. Eddie smiled and threw his left arm on the back of the couch, handing the cigarette to his friend with his other hand. Y/n borrowed the cigarette from him and took a puff of his own, eyes closing for a few seconds as he held his breath in. When he exhaled, he handed the weed back to Eddie. He didn’t bother asking Gareth, as he had already stated that he wouldn’t smoke anything tonight.

All three of them were now sitting in pleasant silence, if only for the soft music coming from the distant bedroom. They were all getting dozy, and y/n wriggled into a comfier position, snuggling a little closer into Eddie’s side, and he found himself drawing patterns with his fingertip on the leg of the metalhead.

“You feeling good, y/n?” he asked, a little surprised. He had never seen him show signs of enjoying this kind of intimacy, not with him, not with anyone else back at school.

“Mmh-mh, very good. You’re so... warm and comfy...” he mumbled.

Eddie was a little taken aback but amused. He enjoyed this version of y/n. Actually, he was enjoying being snuggled next to him nearly as much. Taking another puff, he moved the hand that was resting on the couch to y/n’s back, rubbing it softly. The boy nearly purred at that. Eddie chuckled.

“Someone’s in a mood, mh?” he asked teasingly.

“Sorry, I’m just... it feels so good, I don’t think you’ll ever get me to move away from here.”

Y/n reached out for the joint, softly grasping Eddie’s wrist. But instead of simply taking the cigarette from his grasp, he covered Eddie’s hand with his own and brought them to his face to take a hit.

Eddie’s breath caught up in his throat when he could feel his friend’s lips brushing against his fingers.

Y/n exhaled and he realized Eddie had stopped petting his back. His other hand was still hanging in the air where y/n had been holding it. A little concerned, he angled his head to stare back at him.

His face looked a little flushed. He looked cute, y/n thought. And with his plush lips slightly parted, he looked so… kissable. Without even realizing it, y/n's tongue peeked out to wet his lips.

This seemed to break the spell, as Eddie broke out of his stupor and averted his gaze, taking one last hit of the joint before crushing the nub in the ashtray. He had to bend over to reach it on the low table, and y/n took advantage of the movement to sit up a little more properly, still very close to his friend. As Eddie straightened his back, y/n ran his fingers along the spine. He could feel his muscles tense slightly at the touch, but all the tension seemed to release off his body when he reached his nape.

“Can I touch your hair dude? It looks so soft…”

Eddie chuckled. Y/n was really full of surprises tonight. He turned his head to face him.

“Only if you let me mess up yours later.”

Y/n pretended to think it over, humming lowly. He didn’t give a clear answer before his fingers skimmed through the thick, dark locks and started to massage the crown of Eddie’s head. Eddie’s eyelids fluttered. The presence of y/n by his side was comforting, and the gentle movement of his fingers was making his head tingle in the best way.

“Feels good?” y/n finally asked.

“Never better. I think I won’t let you move away from here even if you try.”

At this moment, Jeff walked back into the room, yawning.

“It was a really great evening guys but I’m gonna head back now. Anyone needs a ride?”

Gareth perked up at the offer, he was nearly falling asleep.

“Uh yeah, I think I’m too tired to walk back all the way home.”

Jeff turned his attention to y/n while Gareth mustered the motivation to leave the surprisingly comfortable armchair and gather his belongings.

“What about you? Want me to drop you off?”

Y/n didn’t answer the question, instead he turned to look quizzically at Eddie. He wanted to know if he was welcome to stay the night, he didn’t exactly feel like leaving now. Eddie picked up on that.

“I think I’ll keep him here a little longer. Want to talk through a few ideas for the campaign before I forget them.”

“Well then, it was really great to finally spend some time with you dude, you should hang around with us more often! I can’t wait to see what you both come up with for our party.”

“I’ll definitely do, it was a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting me in the first place guys.”

“Don’t mention it, you’re welcome to hang out with us anytime. You’re part of the group now.”

Eddie was glad that they all got along so well so fast.

***

A few minutes later, after everyone had bid their goodbye, the two friends were gone. Y/n was still snuggled up against Eddie, playing with his hair while the guitarist traced lines on his back.

“You’re really not gonna move, mh?”

Y/n shook his head, yawning.

“No way. I guess I’m just gonna pass out on top of you and you’ll have to deal with it.”

“I guess I could handle that.”

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