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berryhobii · 6 months

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Dessert(jhs x reader)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x black!female!reader

Warnings: established relationship, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), exhibitionism, s*x toys(bullet vibe), bathroom s*x, unprotected s*x, oral(f receiving), panty stuffing in mouth, doggyst*le, creamp*e, pet names(kitten), a little aftercare

A/N: Hi friends! I’m back with a little sum sum for all my Hobi stans. I’ve been listening to Hope World lately and it really made me realize how much I miss Hobi🤧🤧I didn’t really explicitly describe reader in this besides them having braids so feel free to imagine anything you want! Hope you enjoy! Criticism is greatly appreciated🩵🩵🩵

“You okay, kitten?” His saccharine voice pondered from the other side of the table.

You squinted your eyes, eyebrows furrowing at that dumb ass question.

“I’m fantastic, sunshine.” You gritted through your teeth, hand curling into a fist on the tabletop. You were gripping your glass at first but you were scared you’d break it from how hard you were holding it.

Hoseok shot you that beaming smile, the same one that warmed your heart and made you fall a little deeper in love with him.

But now you just wanted to slap it off.

“Are you sure? You seem tense.”

Cheeky bastard.

You crossed your legs, immediately regretting it since that made the vibrator press harder against your clit. You sucked in a breath, biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from moaning.

How did you even get here?

Oh yeah, you promised Hoseok you’d do whatever he wanted if he went to that haunted house with you. Honestly, you thought he forgot about that since Halloween already passed but then he brought it up today. You thought he was just going to have you do something stupid or simple; like doing his laundry or prank calling someone.

Really, you didn’t expect this from your sweet boyfriend but a promise was a promise and you didn’t break those.

Damn your morals.

Hoseok had brought both of you out for a nice lunch at your favorite restaurant. So far, you almost moaned when giving the hostess your name, almost moaned again while giving the waiter your drink request, and now you were dangerously close to cumming. And oh no…..

Was that the waiter coming back to take your order?!

Hoseok could see how you attempted to straighten yourself up, a diabolical grin spreading across his face. This would be fun.

“Are you two ready to order?” The waiter asked once he got to your table, taking out his little notepad and a pen.

Your brown eyes pleaded at Hoseok to go first. If you spoke now, you’d definitely moan.

Gratefully, he wasn’t heartless so Hoseok ordered first. “I’ll take your seared salmon with potatoes and brussel sprouts. And a glass of red wine.” The waiter nodded and jotted that down before turning to you.

“And for you, miss?”

You cleared your dry throat. The vibrations weren’t that strong. You could do it!

“I’ll have the a-ahhhh….” You moaned as the vibrators grew even stronger, pleasuring pulsing down your legs all the way to your toes.

Your eyes cut to Hoseok who was innocently smiling. Motherfu—

He had a hand under the table, his thumb moving around the little bar on his phone that controlled the toy. He moved it up, bemused by how your eyes almost crossed. He felt your feet kick at him under the table, your legs always went crazy whenever you were in the throes of pleasure. He loved holding you down and watching you fight against him, it filled him with a wild thrill.

The waiter seemed honestly concerned. “Are you okay?”

Your smile was strained, palms starting to sweat. You were so fucking close but you couldn’t cum. Both you and Hoseok knew you were loud. You were surprised you were staying this quiet and put together. Public shenanigans weren’t really your thing but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t exhilarating.

You choked on another moan when Hoseok turned the vibe all the way up. You moved your braids to cover your face, turning your head away and covering your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle your noises. Foot tapping rapidly against the ground and eyes clenching shut, you tried your best to push down your impending orgasm. Your clit throbbed with need and your belly turned from both nerves and desire.

You were about to lose it.

“Probably a Charlie horse. She gets them sometimes.” Hoseok interjected before the waiter could take a closer look at you.

The waiter took that excuse. “Your order, miss?”

Deciding to take pity on you, Hosoek turned it down a little. You let out a breath, forcing out a “I’ll take the same.” That seemed like the easiest route right now and to be honest, you weren’t really listening to Hoseok’s order so hopefully it was something good.

The waiter nodded and gathered your menus. “I’ll be back with that soon.”

Once the waiter was out of earshot, you let out a moan in your palm.

Hoseok could pick up on all your little tells—you were about to cum.

“About to cum, kitten?”

You clenched your eyes shut, unspilled tears ready to overflow. Frantically nodding your head, you hoped he’d turn it down.

No chance.

Leaning over the table, he murmured, “go to the bathroom.”

There was no way you could walk there like this!

Hoseok must have known that because the vibrator suddenly shut off. You gasped, actually a little flustered at your orgasm fading away but relieved that he wouldn’t make you walk through a slightly busy restaurant like this.

Taking a few deep breaths, you nodded and stood to your feet, wobbling slightly but keeping yourself upright with a hand on the table. You adjusted your skirt, casting your boyfriend a look.

“You better not turn this thing on.”

Reading your expression loud and clear, he shot you a smile.

“Go ahead.”

Huffing, you sped walked over to the corner of the restaurant where the bathrooms were. Your panties stuck uncomfortably to you and the vibrator rubbed against your clit with every step.

Angels must have been smiling down on you because the bathroom was for a single person.

You softly closed the door, turning the lock before leaning against it. Letting out another breath, you moved to pull your skirt up over your hips before slipping your fingers into either side of your panties and pulling them down.

You glared at the little bullet vibrator nestled in the pocket of the garment. How could such a tiny thing cause you to almost lose your mind?

Speaking of things that made you lose your mind…

4 knocks hit the door behind you and you immediately knew it was Hoseok. Shuffling to turn around, you unlocked the door and opened it.

Hoseok grunted as your hand flew out to grip the front of his shirt, yanking him into the bathroom. The door closed and the lock clicked and before he knew it, he was pressed against the wood, lips on his.

He smiled against the kiss, hands moving down to grip at your ass. Spreading one of your cheeks, his other hand rubbed at your slit, groaning at how wet and sticky you were.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet. Did this really get you that excited?”

You huffed. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”

Never one to disappoint, Hoseok sprang into action. In a blur, you were moved and pushed back into the sink. Hoseok lifted you up on the sink, wrestling your panties off your legs. He paused for a brief second, a thought popping into his head.

You were about to complain when your panties were suddenly shoved into your mouth. You made a noise of surprise around them, eyes widening at your boyfriend who was still smiling.

“Just to keep you quiet. We don’t want anyone hearing you.” He leaned closer, eyes darkening and octave dropping. “Unless you want them to. Dirty girl.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing, a shudder of lust going up your back. You’ve never felt so turned on before. Your boyfriend had taken a sharp turn and god damn, if you didn’t love it.

You whined around the gag to which Hoseok smirked, pressing a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.”

Crouching down, Hoseok pushed your legs up by the backs of your knees to display your dripping cunt, lips latching onto your clit. Your moan was muffled, hands gripping the sink under you.

Hoseok hummed against your clit, the vibrations sending shocks all across your body. You knocked your head back against the mirror, eyes clenching shut as Hoseok slurped at your clit.

He flattened his tongue, bobbing his head up and down in fast movements against your throbbing nub. You kicked your legs out, the heels of your shoes hitting his shoulders. He slid his hands up to your calves, holding your legs in a V position.

You almost fell into the bowl of the sink from how your hips jerked. You were already so close again, all that teasing earlier paired with the thrill of getting caught was pushing you to the brink faster than you thought. Saliva soaked the panties in your mouth, almost as much as your arousal did previously.

Hoseok could feel your calves shaking in his hold, heard how your breath picked up and how you tried to hump against his face.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking the nub harshly.

You screamed against the gag as your orgasm crashed into you, your toes curling in your shoes and whole body shuddering in pleasure.

Hoseok delivered little kitten licks to your clit, guiding you through your orgasm until you were shaking and curling away from him.

He stood to his feet, hands fumbling with his belt to pull his pants down to his ankles. His hard cock sprang out, the tip wet with precum and those delicious veins pulsing. You wanted it down your throat.

Hoseok noticed your hungry stare, wrapping a hand around himself to pump his cock a few times. You moaned at watching the action, not so secretly loving when he did that.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your folds, slapping it against your sensitive clit. “Want it, baby?” He teased.

You frantically nodded, eyes pleading for him to fuck you. You reached out to wrap your arms around his shoulders, silently asking him to pick you up. He obliged, gripping your thighs and hauling you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

He lifted you a little bit higher to be able to grab his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. You took it upon yourself to slide down his cock, groaning as he split you open.

He threw his head back as your slippery walls wrapped around him, the rings on his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs, the slight burn only turning you on more.

He didn’t even have a chance to get himself together before you started bouncing up and down on his cock. He grunted out a strained moan.

“Fuck. That desperate, huh?” Taking control, he started moving his hips, meeting your bounces with his own thrusts. The head of his cock brushed past your sweet spot, that pressure building quickly in your belly again. Hoseok moaned as your walls sucked him back in every time he pulled out. “Bout to cum already? I love this greedy cunt. Always so wet and ready for me.” His teeth bit into your shoulder.

Your pussy gushed around him, your arousal dripping down his balls and causing a wet slap to sound off. Anyone walking past would definitely know what was happening behind these doors.

Hoseok could feel his own orgasm approaching. This little experiment had turned him on more than he thought it would. Seeing you so vulnerable, having your pleasure in the palm of his hand. Fuck, he wished he would have thought of this earlier.

He’d brave a thousand haunted houses if he could do this again.

“Fuck.” He cursed, unwrapping your legs from his waist and turning you around. You made a noise of surprise that shifted into a moan as his cock penetrated you again. You bent over, spreading your legs and arching your back. “I’m gonna cum. You want it? Want my cum deep in this tight cunt?”

Your hand slammed against the mirror, throwing your ass back against him, orgasm building higher and higher. You snaked your other hand between your legs, pressing two fingers to your clit to rub it in quick circles.

You moaned his name, muffled by your gag but he could understand it. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Cum on my cock. Cum all over it.” He groaned, pushing his hips into you one, two, three more times before his cock throbbed and his cum spilled into your clenching walls.

You screamed as your second orgasm hit, sending waves of ecstasy all the way down to your toes. Your legs shook, almost buckling but his grip on you kept you from falling.

Moments passed as you two caught your breaths.

You pulled your panties out of your mouth, your tongue feeling dry and heavy.

Hoseok slowly pulled out of you, his cum dripping out of your spasming hole and making a little puddle on the floor. He felt his cock jump again but any longer in this bathroom and people would really start getting suspicious.

Hoseok tucked himself back into his pants. “Are you okay?” He asked as he went to grab some paper towels to wipe you down.

You nodded. “That was intense. I came so hard.”

“I felt it. You gripped me tighter than usual. I didn’t think you would like this. I was a little nervous honestly.” He admitted.

You adjusted your skirt, checking yourself in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look too fucked out. Obviously you did but hopefully no one would notice.

Turning around to face your boyfriend, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders again to pull him close. Pressing a loud smooch to his lips, you flashed him a bright smile.

“Let’s just hope we finished before the food got to the table.”

You walked out first. Luckily, no one acknowledged you, everyone still absorbed in their meals and conversation.

Once you got back to the table, you sat down, noticing the food and wine were already there. You sipped on your water, sighing as the refreshing drink wet your dry throat.

Hoseok came to sit down a few seconds later. “I’m starving.”

“I didn’t even hear your order but it looks good.”

You both picked up your forks, digging into the food before you.

Your eyes slowly lifted to meet Hoseok’s before laughter erupted between you two.

“It’s cold.” You giggled.

“Should we just get it to go?”

“Sounds good.”

Hoseok spotted the waiter, motioning for him to come over.

“Can we get the check and some—“ He cut himself off at the feeling of your foot running up the inside of his leg. The table was small enough so that your foot could reach his inner thigh, right where his cock rested in his pants.

He glanced over at you, a teasing grin on your face.

Oh you were gonna get it when you got home.

“Can we at least get dessert?” You fluttered your eyelashes. While that sounded innocent enough, he knew better.

“Of course. Can we get that to go too? I have to go home and feed my kitty.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #hoseok smut #bts fic #bts imagines #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #seokjin smut

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wordy-little-witch · 1 month

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Okay CoraBug hours where we look at canon, go HAH No, and carry on bc I Do Not See It

Buggy and Cora being absolutely the schmooziest, goofiest couple ever.

Cora and Buggy experimenting with makeup looks together.

They each have an Egg Each, but they have each other's eggs, or they both make two each so one can have the second egg on hand for long distance stints.

Long denden calls and writing letters to each other.

Sengoku having several attacks of just as many varieties because his son is dating a pirate and it's THAT pirate as well and he's So Fucking Angry bc Buggy isn't even all that bad, he HATES it-

Uncle Garp. The shenanigans there. Need I say more?

Shanks telling Buggy about Luffy and it goes "my brother adopted the grandson of my boyfriend's honorary uncle" and you can see the smoke coming from his ears.

Cora and Buggy were childhood sweethearts, and Shanks ABSOLUTELY gave Cora a shovel talk. Roger also gave Cora a shovel talk. Rayleigh played psychological warfare as a test (Cora passed).

They do shows together and their favorites are acrobatics and aerials.

Buggy has forbade Cora from fire stunts, so Cora simply watches Buggy do them and drools respectfully. (In his defense, Buggy is VERY skilled with batons and dragon staffs.)

Devil Fruits have something they need to Feed or things that Feed the fruits. For some, it's foods, some it can be abated with tobacco. Cora uses his cigarettes and Buggy runs on sugar.

Cora is actually a very clean person and prefers unscented soaps, he just has a skill for always looking freshly mugged in an alleyway. Buggy meanwhile is a neat freak who changes up his soaps frequently, but always within a certain brand/maker rotation bc he has sensitive skin.

Drawbacks Of Devil Fruits My Beloved - they're both more lethargic in highly humid weather, or in the rain. Cora's sleepier overall when stuff gets to that point, but Buggy runs a higher risk of getting sick as a result.

Buggy sometimes has Bad Brain Days, be it an episode or he's overstimulated. Regardless, when he needs Space, he'll shimmy under Cora's feathered coat and Cora will cast a bubble for them with just enough muted input to calm Buggy down but not trigger his intrusive thoughts.

Likewise, when Cora is in Cover And Perform Mode, Buggy will gently lead him away and pull the other down to his chest, ear over his heart, and will just... talk. Random, unimportant things like "Oh I heard dinner will be this tonight" or "I've been thinking of getting x, y, z tools for the ring". Just stuff to ground him, she he isn't alone, that things are okay and fine and safe.

They have prank wars. Ritchie always wins. Nobody knows how.

Cora will straight up scruff Buggy like a cat when he gets angry and stabby.

Buggy will climb Cora like a tree when he feels playful.

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Buggy: They call it committing murder because it's a commitment. It's stronger than marriage.

Cora:

Buggy:

Cora: babe, no-

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Cora: I could kill you if I wanted.

Buggy: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special

Cora:

Buggy:

Cora: I love you-

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Buggy: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Cora: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Buggy: I—

Buggy: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Cabaji, who just wanted to eat his lunch in peace:

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Buggy: BE A BETTER PERSON!

Cora: WHY?!

Buggy: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

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Cora: *sighs*

Buggy: You bored?

Cora: Yeah.

Buggy: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Cora: I thought you’d never ask.

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Cora: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Buggy: This is a lie.

Buggy: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

Buggy: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

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Buggy: What’s your favorite color?

Cora: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

Buggy: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

Cora: My favorite color is pink.

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Context: Roger and Garp having a play date, Shanks and Mihawk are sitting to the side while Buggy is doing smth mundane across the beach when Cora descends on the swordmen

Cora: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Buggy is? Because Buggy is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Mihawk:

Shanks:

Cora:

Mihawk: wh-

Shanks: YEAH!

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Buggy: I'm very scary.

Cora: You're about as scary as a wet kitten.

Buggy: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.

Cora: And small.

Buggy:

Buggy: ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.

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Buggy: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say!

Cora: You should say something else.

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Cora: What’s your body count?

Buggy: Do you mean sex or murder?

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Cora, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with several kids one day?

Buggy: …

Buggy: What’s in the box?

Cora: What woul-

Buggy: Cora, what’s in the box?

Cora: I think you know.

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Buggy: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Cora: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

#corabug #buggy the clown #corazon rosinante #donquixote rosinante #clown on clown kissing #incorrect quotes

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oneatlatime · 4 months

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Any predictions for season 3, or are you planning to dive straight in?

You're not the first person who's mentioned s3 predictions, so I'll give it a shot, but I'm really not sure if I have anything to use to make predictions. S2 ended in a very final, end of arc kind of way. Lots of things have been tied up. I don't even know where they're all flying off to. Back to the Southern Water Tribe, since the Earth Kingdom's a bit of a bust? The Fire Nation's out of the question, the Northern Water Tribe probably has mixed feelings about seeing them again, maybe the Eastern Air Temple? Although even that might not be safe, since Aang's travel plans to said temple to meet the Guru were known by various Earth Kingdom generals. And that stupid King.

I think the Fire Nation contingent are going back to the Fire Nation, and I am looking forward to a Zuko with eyes at least somewhat open interacting with FN citizens/nobles/military etc. who are still completely drinking the kool aid. I think it's going to suck for Zuko. Should make for good TV though. Lots of conversations where both people are saying entirely different things while thinking they're talking about the same thing.

I said it before, but I'm worried for Iroh. He's for sure arrested, but is he going to be executed? Obviously I don't want that, but unless Iroh still has enormous popular support, and the Firelord's grasp on power is incredibly shaky, I don't see how permanently eliminating a traitor (from a FN perspective) can be avoided. Then again. Kids' show.

As for the Gaang? In broad strokes, Aang still needs to learn firebending to fully Avatar himself, then he needs to defeat the Fire Lord (who is quite the homebody apparently - seriously, where is this guy?). So next season Aang will shake off his lightning hangover, find a firebending teacher, defeat the firelord. He'll probably have to commute to the Fire Nation to find the Fire Lord first. No idea what he'll do in between those things. Perhaps inadvisable shenanigans? That would be in character. His biggest story arc all series has been learning to accept his status as Avatar, but between his talks with the Guru and opening his last Chakra in the finale, I think he's done it. So all that's left is the main plot and goofiness.

Katara has the same problem she had going into S2 - she's mastered waterbending, so she needs a new conflict/arc. S2 answered this demand by... having her hang around? What did Katara do this season? Bend a bunch, set up camps, tear down camps, wreck Jet, support Aang, be nice to Toph that one time, yell at people. I hope she gets something meatier in S3. I still think she should meet some good FN citizens that challenge her morals.

Sokka was also kind of just there this season, although if I'm being mean I'll say that he was also kind of just there for S1 too, which is why it doesn't feel as odd as Katara's lack of purpose. I loved his stuff with Suki. Suki is officially the glow up of the season. I loved their interactions together, and I love the growth she poked him into doing. I'd like to see more of that. So less a prediction and more of a hope: S3 Sokka develops the ability to rely on/trust others (or maybe realises others can be relied upon/trusted is more accurate), hopefully with Suki somehow involved. And I loved his dad too. I want to see more of that guy, but since a cardinal rule of kids' stories is getting rid of the authority figures asap, it won't happen.

Toph. Honestly I'm stumped. She already broke the universe. Where can she go from there? Unless she's going to devolve into an antagonist, which I absolutely don't want, I don't see how she can top her S2 plot. And Aang's got earthbending down, so I guess she'll be like Katara was this season: tagging along. Not that I'm complaining; I love me some Toph in any form. We have seen that she wants to make peace with her parents, sort of, probably? Or at least give them another shot? But I kind of don't want her within 100 miles of her parents. So I don't know.

Appa & Momo will hopefully be tagalongs in S3 too. I learned my lesson this season about wanting the animals to have character arcs.

I guess the antagonist in S3 will be the Fire Lord, finally. Who else is left? Zhao tried, he died. Azula tried, she won. Unless S3 has an Azula rematch. But would she want that? She's already proven that she won. She can go home and enjoy the spoils of her victory (which may or may not include Zuko - I'm kind of unclear on exactly how much agency Zuko is going to have in the FN, especially since I'm not actually sure that he has permission to be there as a free man - didn't the arrest warrant Azula was executing in episode 1 list both Zuko and Iroh?)

There's nothing left for the Gaang in Ba Sing Se, so I doubt they'll go back there. Frankly it's the FN characters who have roots there. I wonder what will happen to Iroh's tea shop? I wonder if his investors will find out who he is? I wonder if money talks louder than national loyalty? (It's the Earth Kingdom - the answer is yes) Wouldn't it be funny if Iroh busted out of imprisonment and went right back to serving tea? And everyone sent to find him would be thinking "this is the famed tactician the Dragon of the West - he's probably travelling the FN plotting a coup as we speak. That devilish mind of his must have safe houses set up all over the nation." When actually he's right back where he got caught, doing exactly what he was doing when he got caught, to great and not-very-quiet acclaim?

I think S3 might have an overall darker tone too, within the bounds of a kids' show. I don't know what place Ba Sing Se occupied in the mind of the average person in the Avatar universe (although refugees seemed to revere it), but the city's fall to the FN represents a very big FN victory. The Gaang will probably be the most underdoglike in S3. S1 was mostly stalemate, then a big FN defeat. S2 was opened with the FN taking Omashu and closed with them taking Ba Sing Se. The FN have never been in a better position, and I bet the NWT is safe from further invasion only until the FN have built their fleet back up. So even the few free areas could have an expiry date on their freedom.

This is rapidly devolving into rambles, so I'll conclude by saying I have no clue what's going to happen next season, and that's exciting.

#ask

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crownedinmarigolds · 20 days

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If the Stakebait Coterie all played D&D together what classes would they play? And who would be the DM?

O-oh my gosh thank you for the question! It's my favorite kind - dungeons and dragons + Stakebait!! Straight from the horse's mouth (@thesixthplaneteer ) it goes as such:

Dungeon Master - Sydney aka the Dusk Angel, leader of the Thinblood revolution in ATL and exasperated den mother. No telling where he got the time to run this game but maybe he needs to feel some real control in his life. He is probably always late by maximum half an hour but he's at least always prepared. His stories are always thoughtful and well-put together and he eventually gives everyone what they want.

Ranger - Ralph! Despite his IRL size he's a much better fighter at a distance so that would probably carry into his gameplay. According to thesixthplaneteer he'd be a half-orc. The least optimized person at the table but he's ALWAYS going to play the character he wants. 🥰 I imagine him cracking jokes the entire session but gets scary tactical during combat. And he brought the white claw. (Probably jokes about ERP with Khloe after the session is over... JK! Unless.)

Wizard - Khloe! The chronic overthinker and planner, she'd definitely be a clever spellcaster who would try and use her environment to her advantage because wizards have paper skin and glass bones. While she likes martial classes that's just so many numbers she's not prepared to handle. I think race-wise she might be a human variant like a Genasi! Or perhaps a gnome. Either or. Something where she can be colorful! She probably has dinner for everyone at the table and plenty of snackies. She'd take gameplay INCREDIBLY seriously but would definitely slip into silly shenanigans when prompted.

Fighter - Christian. Human fighter - completely by the numbers made in a generator character sheet. Has probably never played DND in his life but he loves hanging out without his coterie despite his grumpy demeanor so he's "toughing it out" and playing the most generic race+class combo imaginable at the DM's suggestion. He's made fun of it relentlessly by Ralph but he does a good job fighting. He's probably a stoic RP'er who only speaks minimally unless something really interests him, but he at least takes the game seriously enough so everyone still has a good time. He probably brought a giant coffee thermos because he always just got off work before a session. And actual beer because "fuck white claw, goddamnit."

Cleric - Kyle! The forever Healer both in unlife and at the table! He'd be a gorgeous elf of whom he'd already have stunning commissioned artwork of. He also has the highest Charisma at the table and probably has a stable of lovers in every port they visit. All implied of course and nothing explicit at the table. Probably spoke with the DM beforehand about a custom made God that is dubiously aligned morally... bordering on Warlock but he knows the system enough to game it properly. 🤭He and Khloe would be the ones taking the story the MOST serious, Kyle breaking character the least out of the party. Bonus Player: Nyth, Sydney's boyfriend(?) who will randomly join him some sessions to play a various pre-made NPC. He'd probably steal everyone's hearts before bailing halfway to go meet up with his bestie Noa or he'll make the session go on forever for one reason or another. He's a mess and we love him. AH so fun.... THANK YOU!

((Art by @the-art-block!!! Sydney, Nyth, Khloe, Ralph, Kyle, and Christian!))

#discodiablo #answered asks #stakebait coterie #the poisoned peach: atl by night #THANK YOU AHHH #thesixthplaneteer #vtm #vampire the masquerade #vtm oc

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thirstnotes · 1 year

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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Two - Steal Your Girl Clark |

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedReader

Warnings: language, shameless shenanigans, typos, morally gray Clark, thirst, attempts at humor, angst, smut later, minors DNI, you use me I use you dynamic, she fell hard he fell harder tropey goodness

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“So let me get this straight. You want me to help you nab Lois from Luke?” you asked, enjoying the coffeehouse ambiance. It was one of your favorite spots. Kissing up Clark was one of your favorite Clarks. Second only to Hot, Steal Your Girl Clark.

“Pretty much,” he said, watching you quietly enjoy your favorite coffee and baked treat. He opted for a simple black coffee. All business.

“What did you have in mind? Make Lois jealous by making her think you’re dating me?” you laughed, pinching off another piece of your pastry, “I might not be an expert, but if she started dating another dude while you were both single, chances are she’s not gonna care if you’re dating somebody.”

His expression never faltered, smirk still in place on his stupidly handsome face. “Believe me, I know she will. People tend to want things they can’t have.”

For once he took a sip and it was your turn to try and figure him out. Since when was Mr. Do Everything Right into passive aggressive manipulation and scheming?

“That include you?”

His eyes pierced yours much like they did when he announced his intent in the first place. “Especially me.”

You shook off the shiver it gave you.

“Yeah but me though? Shouldn’t you be asking Wonder Woman or somebody? I heard y’all are tight,” you sassed, unknowingly making his body tense a bit at the phrasing. You were, of course, talking about his recent story with the Princess that he had managed to scoop from under you yet again. Perry said it was written like they were old friends, to which Clark had responded that it was like talking to an old friend. Still, you didn’t realize how closely that hit home for him. How dangerously close you were to putting two and two together.

You were very clever. He’d always liked that about you.

Unbeknownst to you, while you slurped down your snack:

Clark thought you were a snack

He thinks this is a ploy to get Lois, but tbh he sealed his fuckin fate asking you to be his fake girlfriend. We all know this. Don’t act surprised. Or do. I’m not the boss of you

“She was busy,” he sassed back and you rolled your eyes with a sarcastic laugh.

“Mmhm.”

“Besides. I’m sure seeing you in another man’s arms might wake something up in Ol’ Luke.” Ol’Luke. The way he said it, you’d thought it left a bad taste in his mouth. Understandable. You weren’t feeling Lois too deep either. Still, you had to laugh again. Luke did not want you. He’d had plenty of chances, but he dove under Lois Lane first chance he got.

“Mmhm,” you hummed again, swallowing another bite.

He watched you suck some fritter icing from the heel of your hand casually as you read a message that had popped up on your phone, eyes fixed on the warm muscle running across your bottom lip in satisfaction. You were absolutely adorable. Messy and comfortable with him. Eating like he wasn’t even there asking you a question that would throw most women. But you just laughed at the idea.

Now, however, you were frowning at your phone. His eyes curiously flickered from it to you.

“This bitch just—“ you said, taking a deep breath and regaining your composure.

“What happened?” Clark asked with a frown of his own now. You paused, trying to keep from flipping the table in front of you. You were raised better than that. After a couple of taps of reply, you dropped your phone to the table.

“Luke just messaged me. He’s gonna take Lois to the cooking class from now on.”

You chewed on your lip and picked apart the paper wrapper that held the devoured fritter that was now turning sour in your stomach. You hated everything. Life. This town. That job. The class. Luke. Lois. Clark looking at you like he felt sorry for you. You hated it all. Especially the fact that Clark was there for what was one of the lowest lows you’d ever experienced.

“It’s stupid,” not really giving much of a shit anymore, since it was all being blown open anyway, “I know we weren’t even dating, but it feels like a breakup, you know?”

He quietly listened to your rant, taking the opportunity to drink his coffee. Truthfully, the hurt in your voice destroyed him; it took everything in him not to crush the cup in his hand. Sure you were abrasive, but amidst all the back and forth, a friendship blossomed between you. One close enough that made him want to crush Luke’s windpipe for doing you dirty like that. It was abhorrent. He liked to think the man was more decent than that, but clearly not. He swallowed, ready to leave you be and call the whole thing off, but your eyes met his again.

“Fuck it. Let’s do this.”

“What? You sure?” he asked, obviously thrown. You wiped a stray tear threatening to fall, righteous petty anger bubbling beautifully to the surface.

“Yeah. There’s no way I’m losing my slot in class because he decided to downgrade. No offense.”

He shrugged awkwardly, an amused smirk returning to his face.

You went back to his place to discuss the rules

Insert montage featuring “Bad Guy” by Billie Eilish

Because every good scheme deserves a great soundtrack

Anyway

Rule 1: Feed off of each other’s energy

“Meaning?”

“Like a dance. I lead a little, you lead a little,” he elaborated, rounding you closely, erasing your personal space completely. He slipped his hand in yours and turned to gaze down at you. You stood your ground, eyes flickering from his to his soft, warm lips. You just knew they were. Absolute traps. You pressed two fingers against them when he came closer.

“Which brings me to rule two.”

Rule 2: No kissing unless the situation calls for it

“What qualifies as the situation calling for it?” he asked with an amused smirk. You pulled back and sat on the arm of his couch while he went to grab a couple of drinks from the fridge.

“I dunno. Like if people are watching us be all lovey dovey and expect a kiss? Kiss. Mistletoe is a traditional obligation. Also New Years.”

“Exactly how long do you see us carrying on this charade?” he laughed, handing you a Coke.

“I like to plan ahead. Point is, you’ll know it when you see it,” you said snapping it open with a bottle opener. He simply twisted his off.

“Okay, damn, Superman, careful with that brute strength.”

He laughed at the irony of the comparison, dipping his head modestly. “Anyway.”

Rule 3: Chemistry

“We have pretty good chemistry as it is,” you pointed out, taking a swig of your drink, practically straddling the arm of his couch now. His eyes quietly acknowledged your point—and your position.

“True enough. We’ve got arguing down. But, to tell you the truth, I don’t tend to argue with my lovers at every turn.”

“Really? You mean you don’t bring that out in every woman you meet?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Shocking, I know. C’mere.”

You heaved a puff of air and set your drink down, lazily climbing off your comfortable post and approaching him. His broad hands captured your hips and pulled you the remaining distance to him, his eyes still in yours. You fell against him with a soft “oof”. A sound you weren’t familiar with. At least not tumbling from your lips.

“You okay?”

“After being manhandled? Yeah I think I can deal,” you joked, hands on his broad, hard, chest.

Seriously, what did this man do? Eat boulders every morning?

He was Superman

He had to be

You never saw them in the same room together. I mean.

It was possible

“Y/N,” he softly reprimanded, his grip around your hips firming a bit. It was kinda sexy. You liked chemistry training.

“Sorry, you’re just so easy,” you laughed, mostly at the irony at using the word “easy”. Since you were the one melting in his arms. But if he was gonna use you, you were gonna use him too.

“You’re not gonna quietly let me seduce you, are you?”

“Wow. Okay. Are you seducing me now?” you asked with a surprised hum. He rolled his eyes again.

“To prove a point.”

“You sure you don’t just like feeling me up?”

“You’re gonna give me hell the entire time, aren’t you?”

“You always did know me.”

It was his turn to huff and puff, only he did so with a laugh. He slid his hands a bit lower, nesting in the small of your back. Such a small action shouldn’t have affected you like it did, but you both knew it did.

Shit, Clark had game. Lois was a lucky bitch

Fuck. You were seriously getting a little jealous

You knew this was a bad idea, but it felt so good

Were you that touch starved? You liked to think you weren’t

But right now, you were such a slut for the delicious weight of his hands at the top of your ass

“Chemistry,” he purred—the man purred at you, for Hera’s sake—“isn’t always arguing, L/N.”

“I know that,” you joked, smoothing your hands up his chest and looping them over his shoulders, “It’s just kinda my love language. Well. With you anyway.”

“We have a love language now?” he volleyed back, breath tickling your lips. You opened your mouth, but your back pocket vibrated and interrupted your thought. You paused, common sense smacking you in the back of the head and bringing you back to reality.

“Well, I mean. You know what I mean,” you laughed, turning your head and letting him go to answer it. He let you slip from his grip with a small frown. “Hello?…Yeah, Luke. Whats’ up?”

Your eyes flickered toward Clark, but he wasn’t standing in the same place. You listened to him try to explain his text and how he didn’t have time to call you instead. Or whatever. You couldn’t really register anything when Clark appeared behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, pulling a small purring laugh from you. You were ticklish. He had to make a mental note of that for later.

“Y/N, what are you doing? I was waiting,” he hummed needily in a low tone, mouth beside the receiver. You gawked at him, a bit embarrassed at your shameless interactions assaulting Luke’s ear.

There was a pause on his end. “Oh I’m. Are you busy?”

Before you could answer, Clark scooped the phone from your grasp. “Very.” You audibly gasped as he hung up. You thought you were gonna combust as he set the phone back into your open palm, dumb grin on your face.

“Really? I can’t believe you did that.”

“Take no prisoners,” he smirked, looking very satisfied with himself.

Maybe it wasn’t his place to roast Luke for being an insensitive asshole

But damn it felt good to listen to him choke on his own tongue at the sound of you having more than a little fun on your end.

You both ended the day on that note, things having gotten a bit too high energy for you both. Though Clark seemed even more rejuvenated than normal; he’d even asked if you wanted to order a little dinner in. But in truth, you didn’t trust yourself. Steal Your Girl Clark—rather just Clark Kent himself—was proving to be very problematic indeed. He was charming, funny, awkward yet smooth as Egyptian silk when he wanted to be.

You were trippin’

By trippin, I mean trippin and fallin deep into this farm boy’s arms

He had you

You hated it

It was sick

But he had you and you loved it

Who cared if he was using you to get to Lois?

Right now, you had him and it felt so damn good

(Part 3)

(Part 1)

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anamazingangie · 5 months

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gauche // Rhaenyra x Daemon 🐈

🐈 Rated E 🐈 39.5k words 🐈 Complete 🐈 by AmazingAngie 🐈

This beast is a lighthearted modern AU in which the universe gives Daemon a cat, who turns into Rhaenyra, who turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to him. There is an adjustment period though, because she is kind of hard to explain- and she also makes him really really hard.

The story is told over nine chapters, mostly from Daemon POV but with insight from his assistant, chef, and maid who all have thoughts on the pretty girls peculiar behavior. AND includes a lil epilogue! :)

Official Summary:

Daemon finds a kitten in the pouring rain and he isn’t a monster, ok? He didn’t expect to keep it. And he DEFINITELY didn’t expect it to turn into that. Or: Rhaenyra is a cat until she’s not

tags: Modern AU, Familiars, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Attempt at Humor, daemon's unique moral compass, when you're so lonely the universe gives you a cat and then she turns into your girlfriend, surprise it has a plot now and somnophilia and incest!, rhaenyra is a human for the vast majority of this fic, her cat characteristics are emotional not physical, rhaenyra hates clothing and is hungry for cream

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Individual chapter summaries and banners below the cut!

🐈 Chapter One 🐈

In which Daemon discovers a cat and is feels too guilty to leave it behind to shiver in the cold rain.

...and in which he wakes to discover the cat is no longer a cat at all.

🐈 Chapter Two 🐈

When he had regained the ability to move, Daemon scrambled out of bed, pushing the girl off his legs in the process. She tumbled into his bedding and looked up at him, her forehead creased into a frown. “I wanted the cream.” She whimpered, her gaze pleading, as she reached towards his dick which was very confused, but still very hard. It almost looked proud, as if its height was a testament to the perseverance of mankind and his personal libido. He brushed her hand away and pulled a sheet up to cover himself somewhat, even though the girl seemed unconcerned with nudity. She was naked too, and fuck if it wasn’t glorious. Truly, It said a lot about just how fucking hot she was that he was distracted by that and not the fact she had been a cat just a few hours ago.

🐈 Chapter Three 🐈

Daemon is forced to leave her behind while he tends to a work emergency. His assistant is unimpressed when tasked with finding clothing for the girl. Especially when Daemon offers a bra size estimate and nothing else.

Plus! chef!Laena and her POV on the pantless girl in Daemon's apartment.

🐈 Chapter Four 🐈

Rhaenyra is unimpressed with her new wardrobe. Daemon is TOO impressed in her new underwear. A trip to Macy's is made to buy something more modest- but it ends in his humiliation, too.

Rhaenyra is unfazed and delighted to finally get the collar she has been asking for.

And they both ask google some questions about her.

🐈 Chapter Five 🐈

“Have you ever had a bath before?” He asked the girl, who nodded, “When I was a human.” Oh good. So her last memory of water was hopefully a positive one. “Do you want a bath now?” He asked, but her eyes narrowed like it was a trap. “No.” She said, firmly. “Human’s take baths, Rhaenyra.” He said, equally firm. She brightened considerably, “Oh—so we’d take one together?” “No. Definitely not.” She was back to glaring. “Why not?” His mouth opened and closed, “It’s inappropriate.” Still glaring, “Why?” How could he possibly explain this to her? “It’s something people in relationships do.” She looked nonplussed, “We’re in a relationship. I’m your pet.” “It’s—people who don’t have a sexual relationship don’t bathe together, Rhaenyra.” She smiled, “Okay—so we’ll have sex first!” “No.” He insisted.

🐈 Chapter Six 🐈

Day two with his Rhaenyra. Humanity is returning to her brain at last, she is still a handful but she is one who remembers where she came from.

Or, rather, who her father is.

It's someone Daemon knows too. Sort of. Because they are technically brothers.

🐈 Chapter Seven 🐈

“Rhaenyra.” He hissed, only to get a sleepy. “Hmmm?” In response. “Did you pretend to be asleep just to get out of wearing clothes?” He asked, almost aghast. He felt her shift, tilting her head so she could shower his chest in kisses. “That isn’t an answer.” He said firmly. “Don’t be mad at me,” she pleaded, followed by, “It isn’t my fault that it worked.” He snorted. “I’m not mad at you.” He said, and he meant it—he was mad at himself for falling for it. He sighed, stroking her soft hair and enjoying how warm she was. How could he possibly be mad at that? “Goodnight, kitten.” He said, as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He was almost looking forward to the morning. To spending more time with her. God he really was fucked. But as long as he didn’t actually fuck her it was fine. Or, that was what he told himself—it helped him sleep at night.

🐈 Chapter Eight 🐈

Daemon's maid comes to tidy things and ends up dirtying someone's mind in the process. Rhaenyra might have hissed at the vacuum cleaner and her offer to help change the sheets went unaccepted when she refused to stop sitting on the sheets.

Meanwhile, Daemon's dick is very confused. It isn't helped by Rhaenyra's incessant texting of her new discoveries (and photos) found while googling human cream.

🐈 Chapter Nine 🐈

“I want kittens.” She told Daemon, pouting up at him from her place on the floor. He was nearby—on the couch—on his laptop—ignoring her. The jerk. Sometimes she mourned the days where she could show her displeasure by peeing on things. She knew that was inappropriate human adult behavior but ugh. How else was she supposed to train him? “Daemon.” She reached out, tickling the bottom of his foot to get his attention and giggling as he jerked and swore, laptop slipping onto the cushion beside him. Good. “I want kittens.” She repeated now that she had his attention. The ones surrounding her at that moment obviously didn’t count. They were from the rescue, under her 24/7 at home care given their small size and age. It was a responsibility she was soon granted, given the creature's obvious ease around her, no matter what background they came from. But they weren’t hers. Daemon shook his head. “You are enough for me, kitten, I can’t handle another.” He said. That was their deal—she could foster kittens but not adopt any. Not yet. But obviously, she wasn’t talking about real kittens. She huffed, turning back to the fluffy tabby that had crawled onto her chest. It butted against her breast and wailed. She sighed apologetically, “Sorry, I can’t make cream like daddy does.” Daemon made a strangled noise behind her, whether to the reference to cream or to him being a daddy, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t really care. She was distracted, stroking the kitten that nuzzled more insistently against the little nub that protruded from the printed cotton of her bra. I can’t make cream like daddy does, yet. She thought to herself. Maybe soon, though.

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sunshinesdaydream · 9 months

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Happy Together Part 2

Pairing: Wrecker x Female Reader AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW for this part but minors DNI as future parts could be NSFW. Summary: Time for Wrecker's Date! Word Count: 2501 Note: So this is an EVERYONE lives AU for me. See notes on my master page or part 1 of this fic.

Part 1 / Part 2 Masterpage

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” Crosshair said, annoyed at Wrecker’s pacing. “He actually can not, he possibly could wear a hole in the covering, or the pad beneath, but the durasteel beneath would take approximately …”Tech began. “No one asked, Tech,” Wrecker snapped. “Who broke Wrecker?” Fives poked his head into the room before entering with Echo and Hardcase behind him. “He’s anxious about his imminent …”Tech began again. “It’s a date,” Crosshair said,”why can’t you say Wrecker’s date,” “It’s important to be precise,” Tech held his finger up, “he is anxious about meeting his intended partner, not about the actual event. Moreover, I …” “I think I’m going to be sick,” Wrecker moaned. “Statistically improbable, you have vomited exactly two times after you passed infancy. Both involved viruses contracted on other planets. As we have not been off planet in two standard months, I highly doubt that is the case,” Tech pointed out. “I think I’m going to be sick after that,” Hardcase said, staring at Tech. “We are here as moral support,” Fives announced. “Oh, goodie,” Crosshair drawled from his bunk, “I’m going to the range before this becomes much more… supportive” with a nod to Wrecker, he left the room. “Heard you were nervous,”Echo said. “Thought we should come and support our vod’ika” “You have nothing to worry about!” Fives chimed in. “What if she doesn’t like me?” Wrecker asked, still pacing. “Why wouldn’t someone like you, Wrecker?” Hardcase asked. “You’re fun!” “And they are very good at what they do,” Echo said. “They are quite thorough in their questions,” Tech added,”and their success rate is interestingly high,” “If they can find someone for Hardcase, fairly sure they can for anyone,”Fives pointed out. Hardcase shrugged, unconcerned. “What if I kark it up and say something stupid?” Wrecker asked. “I mean… Fives…”Hardcase began. “Don’t start that,” Fives interrupted. “Wait, you guys aren’t…” Wrecker said. “No, Rex got Fox to make sure our patrol got changed to the same time. Something about being tired of our ‘shenanigans’” Fives said, and indeed all three were in their full kit as opposed to just pieces as they did waiting around on call.

“I'm supposed to report back to Rex with any funny business,” Hardcase said, clearly happy at being a current favorite. “Anyways, you got this. But they match based on you, don't try to do anything unnatural to try and impress,”

“Hardcase, giving good advice?” Fives asked. “What did you do with the real Hardcase?”

Wrecker threw his arm around Hardcase, “Awe, leave him alone.”

“Wrecker, if you want to arrive on time you should leave,” Tech said, engrossed in his datapad.

“Oh, see you guys later,” Wrecker said, immediately heading for the door.

“I'll walk you to the lift, vod,” Hardcase said, going along with him.

Once the door closed behind them, Echo looked over at Tech. “Mission status?”

“The test run is going smoothly as of the moment. I will update you as the night progresses,” Tech answered. “There may be some adjustments that will need made for the intended target. I am making note of them,”

he massive series of squares spread out beyond full of light, music, the scents of hundreds of different types of food, and laughter.

You sat on the bench that had been pointed out for you to meet him at, fidgeting the hem of your floral dress. Was it even the right thing to wear?

You kept fighting the long list of things that you could do wrong your thoughts as you watched the crowd. Reminding yourself if something as little as a nervous mistake now could put him off, this wouldn't work out in the long run anyways.

Just on time you saw him walking down the street towards where you were. He was smiling and greeting those he passed while scanning the people on the street looking for you.

Without thinking you were on your feet walking towards him. He was easily the largest human you had ever seen, which should have made him intimidating. Instead he seemed welcoming.

“There you are! Hello!” Wrecker called out, his smile brightening, as soon as he spotted you. You smiled and gave a little wave in return.

“Wow, you are pretty,” he said when you were closer.

Blushing you look down, “Thank you,”

“Uh, sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “I'm a little nervous,”

You nod and answer, “So am I,”

Wrecker's smile returned, he held out a hand, “Maybe it won't be so bad if we are nervous together?”

You couldn't help but giggle as you took his hand, “Sounds like a good plan,”

“Great!” he answered, “How about we go see what's going on, it sounds like fun.”

“It smells delicious,too,” you answer.

“It sure does,” he agrees, as you two head for the festival lights.

Being on the taller end of average, you didn’t have the tendency to feel absolutely tiny before. But you did now. At the same time he had quickly put you at ease. You were as comfortable in his presence as if you had known him for a long time.

“Have you come to this festival before?” You ask him.

“No, didn’t have much time before” he answered. “But it sounds interesting. Like some of the Best parts of visiting a planet. Have you?”

“Every year, as many times as I can,” you answer. “Since it’s your first time, you pick what we try first”

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded, “Your first time, what do you want to try first?”

Flames erupted from a grilling pit nearby, catching Wrecker’s attention.

“How about that?” He gestured in the direction of the flames.

“They weren’t here last year,” you tell him, “let’s go see!” You pull his hand a bit and he follows you over to the booth.

“Ronto Wraps, Batuu” he read. “Outer Rim?”

“You would know better than me, I’ve never been off planet,” you tell him.

“Never off planet?” He asked, surprised “we’ll have to fix that”

“That would be fun,” you smile up at him. Then to the man running the booth, “one please!”

Faster than you, Wrecker dropped the credits in the man’s hand.

“I picked, I pay,” he said before you could complain.

“Okay, next time I pick, I pay,” you respond.

“Maybe,” he grinned, but he was watching intently as they assembled the food.

Deciding to drop the subject for the moment, you take the container handed to you and he thanked the man.

Wrecker found an empty bench for you to share while you tried the food.

He looked disconcerted when you only cut a third of the wrap off for yourself.

Before he could ask you say, “if I eat much more than this, I won’t make it more than a few things. I’d like to try a bunch tonight, that’s why it’s always better to do this with someone else.”

“I have some brothers who would really love this” Wrecker agreed.

After you tasted the savory wrap you told him, “good choice! This is really good!”

“It is!” He said,”I didn’t even know food could taste different ways until we left Kamino. It was okay, just not much variety,”

“Do you like to cook?” You ask him.

“Don’t know how,” he answered. “Thought about taking classes, but haven’t done it yet,”

“I could show you, if you would like,” you offer.

“Really?” He asks, very excited.

“I’m a bit better at baking, but yeah, I could,” you smile up at his excitement. “It could be fun,”

Next you picked a drink, Dorian Passion Fruit Ice, and paid for both before Wrecker could pull the credits from his

pocket.

So he led you to the next booth where there were several Wookiees. You almost spilled your drink when he greeted them, briefly wondering if he was just making an approximation of their language. But when the Wookiees responded enthusiastically, you changed your mind.

Wrecker shook his head, responding, but made a gesture to mean a little.

A further exchange and he had a plate of barbecued trakkrrrn ribs in hand.

“Might want to grab some napkins, sweetheart,” he said, cheerfully “these can get messy. I wouldn’t want you to get any on your pretty dress,”

You grabbed a handful and followed him to a tiny table. “What was that?” You ask.

Wrecker laughed, “I can only manage a few words. It’s kinda hard, and I can’t do it too much. But I understand almost all of it. We spent some time on Kashyyyk working with the Wookiees. They are great people, also really good food,” he motioned to the plate.

Next the two of you headed towards some music, while you asked him more about Kashyyyk.

When you stopped to watch a performance of dancers from Duvun he put his arm around you and you lean into him, wondering where your anxiety has gone.

When the performance ends he looks down at you and asks, “Where to next?”

You honestly wanted to say nowhere, not wanting to move from your new found favorite spot. But, restraining yourself from jumping in too fast, you scan the booths nearby.

You see a booth of bantha burgers with interesting buns that you would like to try, but also a nearby booth of flowers.

“I was thinking the bantha burger, but do you mind if we look at the flowers first?” You ask, still leaning into him.

Wrecker squeezed you a bit closer and said,”of course not, let’s go!”

He kept his arm around you as you headed towards the booth that was overflowing with flowers.

You were admiring the blooms when he said quietly, “I’ll be right back,” with a light squeeze to your shoulder.

Slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t hang around for something you were interested in, you got into a conversation with one of the owners about the varieties they carried and about the smaller potted plants they had.

Just as you had gotten the location of their permanent shop so you could get some of the potted plants without carrying them around on your date, Wrecker reappeared. He was holding a crown of flowers that matched your dress and grinning.

“For you, sweetheart,” he said, setting it on your head.

Struck speechless for a minute, you pull on his shoulder enough that he gets the idea and leans down.

You kiss him, then throw your arms around him in a hug, pressing your cheek to his. “Thank you!” You finally manage to utter.

Your feet leave the floor briefly as he hugs you tightly in return. “Will I get hugs and kisses every time I get you

flowers?” He laughed.

You kiss his cheek and answer “yes, absolutely,”

He sets you back on your feet and gives you a gentle kiss before turning his attention to the man you had been speaking to.

“Thank you, sir,” he said.

“It was my pleasure, trooper” the man grinned, as you realized he had been keeping you distracted.

Wrecker smiled back, wrapping his arm around you once again leading you towards the bantha burger booth.

Your questions about the ingredients of the roll the burger was on when purchasing inspired Wrecker to ask you more about your profession.

“My grandmother taught my cousin and I to bake when we were so small I can’t remember the first time,” you explained. “She left the two of us the bakery,”

You didn’t know whether it was him trying to keep the conversation positive, or because he didn’t relate to things like parents, but he didn’t ask about yours yet. Which you were grateful for.

“We have a few friends that work with us,” you add, “but we are one of the rare bakeries that doesn’t have droids.”

“No droids?” He asked, “why?”

“I suppose now it’s novelty for most customers,” you answer. “But I guess tradition for my family? Our main recipes are ones that have been handed down generations from before our family came to Coruscant,”

“Would you show me some of those too?” He asked.

“Of course!” You smile up at him.

You two continue through the festival, trying foods, watching performances, looking at art displays, craft booths, talking about your families and friends.

His laugh was contagious and he kept you as close as possible. Now, less tentative about putting his arm around you, hugging you randomly and giving you gentle kisses.

When the festival was ending for the night you brought him to the best overlook you had found for watching the firework display over the skyline.

“Bet you have made prettier ones,” you say as together you head for the hover tram that will bring you back to your neighborhood.

“Hmm, maybe,” he said. “Bigger, for sure! Haven’t

synchronized them to music yet. Hardcase and I have been working on a project like that. But it’s taking forever because Rex insists that someone be there to supervise us. Something about blowing up the building, but both of us know how much of what to use,”

You giggle, judging by his fairly carefree attitude and his description of one of his closest friends their elder brother was probably concerned they’d toe the line for a bigger boom. Also, he sounded protective.

Wrecker went on to describe different effects they were trying to accomplish, making it fairly easy to follow along. But it was clear that it was just surface level of the vast amount of knowledge he had on the subject.

As you neared your home you felt conflicted. You absolutely did not want him to let go of you, you couldn't remember the last time you felt so comfortable without even the background hum of anxiety. At the same time you didn't know if you were becoming attached too quickly.

It was terribly late, but you had the day off tomorrow. You also had a batch of cookies you had anxiety baked before leaving for the festival.

Wrecker noticed you being quieter. ”You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, “Tired?”

“I'm good, great actually,” you tell him. “I was just thinking,”

“What about?” he asked.

You took a deep breath, looking at the ground, and unfortunately rambled, “I know we just ate all of that food at the festival and it's really late and I don't know what you have to do tomorrow, but I baked some cookies this afternoon, I thought maybe you would like to come in for some...”

Wrecker stopped walking and tilted your head up with a slight stroke of his finger under your chin. With a laugh, quieter than before, he told you, “Sweetheart, I'm never going to say no to cookies.”

Thanks for reading! Check out more of this AU @tcwmatchmakingau

❤️Love and Wrecker Hugs!❤️

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ebonysficcollection · 10 months

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Death Note (Lawlight) fic recs:

Shining Light by TwilightMaster15

A what-if fic about what might happen if Light was given the Death Note as a baby and grew up with Ryuk. I remember kind of falling off of this fic, but not because it was bad. It's pretty funny, I like non-serial killer Light, and Ryuk shenanigans.

Olive Branch by Piper_Emerald

After Light confesses his guilt to L, L takes Light to the Whammy house to spend the rest of his life there as a teacher for the Whammy kids. This fic is strangely cathartic. The tone is grounded but pleasant, and I always enjoy fics about the Whammy kids.

Change OR the one where L and Light get married by avoidfilledwithcelluloid

L and Light return to L's childhood home and the Whammy house along with Watari and Light's family for their wedding.

I'm that one dumb person in the Death Note fandom who tries to make a happy ending out of this godforsaken story. It is for this reason that I really like Light redemption and atonement fics. And this one is my favorite out of all of them. L and Light feel both in-character and tragically, fatally human. This fic highlights how the main intrigue of their relationship is that no one knows the other person better than they do. They've both done awful, irredeemable things, things that only the other person can truly forgive them for. And at the end of the day, even if the world turns its back on them, they will still have each other.

How L Increases His Thinking Power By More Than 40% by WizardPartyForever

L and Light solve a case while they have sex. That's literally it. It's real short, but it's surprisingly cute? It feels very in-character for Light and L to be workaholics that make work part of their relationship.

A Tithe to Hell by Aja

After Light gets his memories back during the Yotsuba arc, he makes a plan to kill L that involves seducing him first. This is probably one of the most morally objectionable things I've ever read. It's kind of really fucked up, but at least it's in character and has a happy ending. Sort of. Mind the tags if you do decide to check it out, but if you're not the type of person to be bothered by morally questionable content, then this is probably your jam.

Change of Circumstances by wordbombs

A fic about L and Light growing up together in the Whammy house and slowly falling in love over the years. By God, I love this fic. It's so freaking cute and soft and cozy-feeling. Which are all words I never would've thought I'd use for a Death Note fic.

#death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight

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misteria247 · 1 year

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Personal Tmnt/Rottmnt aus that I've personally got going on and a brief summary of them:

Universal Collision- The godfather. Universal Collision is a crossover between the 12 series and the Rise series. It's basically the boys learning to get along and somewhere down the line become a family of sorts. As well as learning about each other and fighting a foe that's lurking in the shadows.

Turtles Forever Crossover- The grandchild of Universal Collision in a way. Basically this au exists in the Universal Collision timeline, yet it's its own little thing. In an attempt to get the Rise boys home, the group of turtles, humans and their rat and goat dads end up accidentally in the 03 lair. There they meet others such as the 87 group, 03 gang, 07 gang, Bayverse group, Ronin Mikey and Future Rise Leo and Future Rise Mikey. It's basically just shenanigans with a side of angst. This au also interacts with other people's aus given that it's a huge multiverse thing. (Example of this being @lieutenantbiscute's Shellshock au. Basically it's free game for anyone with an au).

12 Turtle Tot Leo- Another grandchild of Universal Collision, however the 12 gang is in the Rise verse, again a thing all of it's own. During a battle with a yokai witch, Leonardo (12 Leo), ends up taking a hit of mystics and gets deaged back to two or three years old. It's basically the 12 gang and Rise cast taking care of Leonardo while he's small. Yes this includes villains and certain yokai skeletons.

Oroku Siblings- A separate au all together. This one is a separated Leo one from the 12 series. It was mainly inspired by how similar Leo can get to the Shredder and one question. "What would Leo be like if he'd been raised by the Shredder alongside Karai?" The answer is basically a morally grey Leo and his unbreakable bond with his beloved older sister. Leo in this au was separated from Splinter and his brothers during a Kranng ambush. At the age of four he was found washed up by Karai and the rest is history.

Ancient Japan's History- Also a separate au that takes place in the 12 verse and also a newer one. This one is a separation but with all the boys being raised, completely unaware of one another's existence save for Mikey who's a yokai. It takes place in the realm of Usagi Yojimbo's world of ancient Japan. The boys all have different backgrounds entirely. Mikey is a yokai who knows more than he let's on and is the main reason that he and his brothers learn about one another. Raph is a ronin ninja who travels all over Japan doing odd jobs ranging from assassinations to body work. Donnie is an inventor of a small village who has taken over the shop of his departed guardian who was the original inventor. And Leo is a monk who's strong in spiritual abilities and is known to be one of the best at banishing and exorcising demons and yokai. When an ancient demon known as the Shredder is brought back into the world, the boys band together in search for a mysterious being known as Splinter who had disappeared without a trace eons ago.

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If it's not too late for the ask meme, how about wrong hordak?

Thanks for the ask^^

First impression: One of the things I anticipated the most before s5 dropped was the clones. So I was veeery excited to meet Wrong Hordak, I was literally obsessed with him. The funniest cutest fucked up little guy who, it seemed, was made just for me. (Partially because one of my early clone OCs was just like Wrongie personality-vise lol) I was still sad that the other clones didnt get much focus, but at least i had WH and Hordak

Impression now: Wrong Hordak is still my baby and I'll keep justifying his existence till my last breath, but now I see many problems with his arc and his place in the story. The way his trauma was treated is simply disgusting, and the fact that WH is never taken seriously by no one, even the writers, even when he's distressed and scared, even when he is forced to watch his entire world burn makes my blood boil. He didnt even get a proper name by the end... Yes, it could've worked better if it was Hordak instead of WH, I too wanted brainwashed Hordak to join the rebellion. And yes, Wrongie wasnt even that useful, mainly being nothing but a joke character. He also failed as an attemt to help humanize the clones, so the rest of his brothers stayed mindless drones, not getting a hint of sympathy from the narrative nor most of the viewers

Anyway, I'm stealing Wrong Hordak from DreamWorks, my character now

Favorite moment: "Brothers! There's nothing to see heeere! :D" and "We put amniotic fluid in there :| No, that was a joke :>"

Also every scene where he copies someone's expressions and movements

Idea for a story: ooh I've been sitting on this one for so long. Call it an au or a rewrite, but the idea is:

Wrongie gets disconnected way, way earlier, after trying to stop Catra and Glimmer from escaping. The first to find him was Hordak, and after he notices something familiar about his brother's pain, he chooses to stay with him and even comfort him. While Prime and the clones are busy with other mess, he decides not to tell anyone about WH's problem. He can't explain why he wants to keep his brother out of the hivemind and possibly get himself into trouble, but he is quick to justify his decision (oh Prime is too busy right now, oh he just doesnt want to distract him, its not that important etc)

And thus begin the brothers' shenanigans, where Hordak tries to watch over confused Wrongie, while he's struggling to adapt and act normal. During the time they spent together Wrongie sees more of "the real Horde" and slowly starts to question Prime, and Hordak shows his protective side and remembers more and more of his old life and his old self

In this story it is Hordak who gets taken with the rebellion, but only after a moment of resistance, because 1) he didnt fully remember Entrapta yet and saw the others as the enemy 2) he was worried about Wrong Hordak and tried to take his brother with him. Now WH is all by himself on the Velvet Glove and still has to keep a low profile. Eventually he gets closer with other clones and helps them see the truth as well, starting a small rebellion of his own. So during the final battle the etherian rebellion is going to have a trusted ally on "the other side", who can help with distractions and hacking Prime's systems. And ofc, seeing his brother safe and sound and freed will boost Hordak's morale even more before his inevitable last meetup with Horde Prime

Unpopular opinion: I think it won't be hard for WH and Hordak to become close friends. Hordak fell in love with this ball of energy called Entrapta and got attached to Imp who likes to mess with him, I'm sure he won't find Wrong Hordak too cheerful or too annoying (oh he will be annoyed, no doubt, but is he going to see his brother as a nuisance because of it? Nah-uh) Sure, WH might make Hordak feel insecure at first, cause Wrongie is more "likeable" and has no defects, but not to the point of barely tolerating or avoding him

And they have a lot in common? Same background, similar traumas, and they both still have a lot to learn about the real world, they can learn and grow together. Plus, I'm sure Wrongie is going to freaking adore Hordak and see him as his hero and role model, and there's no way Hordak is going to stay cold and distant for long after being showered with so much love So yeah, they're besties your honor (even if only in my heart u-u)

Favorite relationship: friendship with Entrapta and also possible future friendship with Hordak and Imp. My guy was born to be the funny uncle

Favorite headcanon: I really enjoy the idea of him being rebellious even before the events of the show. The comment under that one storyboard says that Wrongie's pod was used for reconditioning, so something must have happened for him to get in there. He must have known too much, or was too vocal and disobedient, or just different and Prime didnt like that. Perhaps when WH was yelling "Brothers, HP lied to us, he's a false ruler!" it was him remembering all those things he was trying to say to his brothers before he got silenced by Prime. Also maybe he was the only clone who knew about Krytis, so when the rebellion took Wrongie it might have got Prime stressing a lil bit, because, sure, he did send him for reconditioning, but what if that clone still remembers something he shouldnt know?

#ask memes #ramblings #spop #wrong hordak #hordak #horde clones #shera #spacebats #the galactic horde #spop meta #spop au #cirus doodles things #sketch #my art #edge lorde

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jamdoughnutmagician · 11 months

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Apartment Apparitions (Part 5)

Eddie Munson x Reader (Just Like Heaven AU)

Word Count:1,911

Warnings:Some fun and silly shenanigans, some mushy-gushy fluff and some threats of violence.

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Eddie jumped into his van, with you in the passenger seat next to him.

“What are you even going to say to her, Eddie?” you pressed

“I don’t know yet. What kind of dirt do you have on her?”

“Umm.. when she was a kid she told everyone that her middle name was Cyndi, you know, like Cyndi Lauper. She’s an aquarius..” you listed off.

“Come on, there’s gotta be something more than that. Something juicy that only you would know, something real personal” Eddie teases with a smirk.

“Oh! She made out with her ex-boyfriend Stevie twenty minutes before her wedding!”

“Oh that’ll work.” Eddie said, nodding with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I walked in on them…I dread to think what I would have saw if I’d walked in any later”

“Your best friend has some very questionable morals,” Eddie commented.

“I guess so.” you laughed. “Now whatever you do, do not tell Nancy that you can see my spirit. She’s way too level headed to believe you, and it’ll only freak her out.” you told him.

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“So how did you know Y/N? Did you guys work together or something?” Nancy asked as she and Eddie made their way inside her house. “She wasn’t dating anybody, I should know, I was always setting her up on dates.”

“Everyone likes to point that one out” you huff.

“Yeah.. we uh..we worked together, she was always so nice to me..” Eddie lied, praying that his lie was convincing enough that Nancy wouldn’t ask too many questions. “..and I was so saddened to hear about Y/N’s situation, because I thought that we were getting really close, you know? I actually kind of liked her.” Eddie confessed turning to you with a small smile playing at his lips. “So I just wanted to ask you, well, beg you actually..to give her a bit more time. I just know she’s going to pull through this.” Eddie says, his voice unsteady with emotion.

“That’s really sweet of you to say, but it’s kinda too late.” Nancy replies with shaky breath.

“What do you mean it’s too late? Nancy, what did you do?” you panic, despite her not being able to see or hear you.

“It’s too late, because I’ve already signed the papers” Nancy says, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Nancy! I am right here! Can’t you feel me! I mean we’ve been best friends since we were three!” You cried out, to no avail

“The past three months have been so hard. We’re terminating life support tomorrow at noon.” Her voice cracks with sadness.

“I understand that, I really do, but I just think that you’re making an awful mistake-” Eddie tries to defend but Nancy cuts him off.

“-It’s for the best.” Nancy sniffles. “For the longest time I was always telling her that she should get out more, telling what guys to date, what clothes she should wear, and now I’m going to do the kindest thing that I can do for her and let her go peacefully.”

Eddie sighed for a moment before speaking up.

“Look, I know that this is going to sound super weird, but..” Eddie began.

“Oh no no no no, Eddie I told you not to do this!” you babbled.

“..but the truth is that Y/N is here with us right now, and I don’t know how and I don’t know why but I can see her spirit. She came here with me and she’s standing right next to you, begging you to not go through with this.”

“Right next to me?”

“Right there.” Eddie replied confidently.

“I know it’s crazy, but I see her everywhere I go, and I can talk to her.” Eddie explains.

Nancy wipes the tears from her eyes and breathes out a nerve steadying breath, slyly reaching for a sharp kitchen knife.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!” she screams,slashing the knife through the air towards Eddie.

Eddie stumbled back at the sudden turn of events, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I swear I’m not making this up!” he squawked as Nancy came closer to him.

“Nancy! Please just listen to him!” you urged, although you knew it was no use.

“I’m not afraid to use this!” she shrieked, as she pointed the knife in Eddie’s direction.

“Tell her you know about Stevie! About what happened on her wedding day!” you quickly reminded Eddie.

“I know you made out with your Ex-Boyfriend Stevie on the day of your wedding!” Eddie claimed as he pointed to Nancy.

“How do you know that! Nobody knows that!!” She screeched as she chased Eddie out of her house.

Without any further words Eddie was sprinting out of the door before Nancy could slice him up.

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Eddie sat with you on a park bench for a quiet moment, the rush of adrenaline from being chased out of Nancy’s house like that still fizzing inside him.

“You know, I don’t think your friend is a very spiritual person.” Eddie joked

“I mean I hate to tell you ‘I told you so’, but…” you say, raising your eyebrows at him, with a slight shake of your head. “..Well I guess this is it then, huh?” you sigh, hopelessly.

“This can’t be it! I could go to the hospital, maybe sweet-talk some doctors or something? I mean, come on, there’s gotta be something else…right?”

“Eddie, no, stop, nobody is gonna believe you, they’re just going to take you away in a straight-jacket.”

“Wait there is something else” Eddie said brightly, an idea already forming in his mind.

“What is it?”

“Come with me.”

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Eddie pushed his way through the bookshop’s door, with you trailing behind him.

“Robin!” said slamming, his hands down on the front counter.

“Woah! Hey! Woah hold on a moment..the spirit’s with you, isn’t she? I can sense her.”

“You were absolutely right about her. She is still alive.”

“That’s great news!” she chimed.

“..but she’s in a coma and she’s about to have her life support terminated.” Eddie finished.

“That’s not such great news.” Robin’s frown dropped. “So are you guys getting on with each other now?”

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” Eddie nods.

“I mean I can certainly feel the strong aura that she’s giving out. In fact, I think she’s got some pretty intense feelings towards you.”

“No I don’t!” you feel your face heat up with a flush at being called out.

“Ooh I’m getting a major red aura, looks like someone’s embarrassed about their little crush” Robin giggles.

“We’re getting off track here, can we please focus?” you say, changing the subject quickly.

“Right. Is there some kind of spell or chant or some sort of spooky-supernatural-type shit that we can do to get her spirit back into her body?” Eddie asks, looking at Robin with hope in his eyes.

“That’s not the question you should be asking, my friend,” she scoffs.

“Why is that wrong?” Eddie shrugged his brows knitting together in confusion.

“Look I have this gift where I can sense the aura of these spirits or whatever, but why they’re out there floating around in the first place is nothing to do with me, that’s their business.” Robin explains.

“So I have the gift too then? Because I can see her and I can talk to her?” Eddie follows up with more questions.

“Dude, you totally don’t have the gift, come on.” she teased, rolling her eyes at Eddie.

“So why is it that I can see her when nobody else can?”

“...and that’s the question you should be asking.” Robin smirks.

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“What the fuck was Robin even talking about? I just feel like we’re so close to the answer, like it’s staring at me in the face.” Eddie contemplated as he paced around his room.

“How do you solve a problem that isn’t possible to begin with?” you say quietly, your voice sounding despondent and hopeless.

“After these past few months nothing seems impossible to me anymore.” Eddie huffed. “Why did I move into your apartment, and why am I the only person who can see you. There just has to be a reason for all of this!” he said, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Eddie, come on, there’s nothing else we can do.” you sigh as you move to sit closer next to Eddie. Looking down at the coffee table in front of you something catches your eye. It’s the photo of you and Nancy from the hospital.

“Eddie? Did you take this picture from my hospital room?”

“Y-yeah…Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again, so I wanted to have a picture to remember you by.” Eddie confesses shyly.

“No..don’t be sorry..” you nod, tears threatening to escape your eyes. “That’s really sweet actually.”

“You look really happy in this picture.” Eddie comments with a sad smile.

“Yeah it was a fun night.” you chuckle. “It’s one of the few times I remember feeling truly free. When I think back on my life, all I can remember is working in that shitty little office and in the end nothing I ever did there mattered. I saved my life for later not even worrying that there might not be a later.”

“We’re going to work through this I promise, we’ll find a way. I won’t let you go.” Eddie promises to you.

“I just don’t want to spend my last days here crying. I want to do something. I want to do something with you” your voice is small as you turn to look at Eddie.

“Great! What do you wanna do? You wanna fly to europe? See the Leaning Tower of Pisa or The Eiffle Tower, let’s go! We could go anywhere you want, do anything that you want!” Eddie enthuses, getting up from his seat.

“Actually, there is something I would like to do.” you confess with a slight smile.

“Anything you want, just tell me.”

“You’re going to think I’m so stupid.” you sigh as you hide your face behind your hands.

“What is it?” Eddie pries softly.

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Eddie laid down on top of the bed with you right next to him.

“Are you nervous?” Eddie asks as he looks deep in your eyes.

“I guess I am a little bit.”

“How can you be nervous when I can’t even hold you”

“I think the fact that you can’t touch me is making me nervous” you faltered. “Remember back in the hospital when you held my hand? I could feel it, or rather my spirit felt it. I don’t know how or why, but I just felt this spark of electricity. I think if you could ever really touch me then maybe I might wake up from all of this.” you say, your voice barely raising above a whisper

Eddie held his hand up to you, his palm open and facing you. You did the same, raising your hand to meet his, almost as if you were trying to feel each other despite everything.

Eddie closed his eyes as he pressed his hand against yours.

“It’s like I can almost feel you..like you’re there, but just out of my reach.”

“I think I can feel you too Eddie..” you breathed. “If this is how I spend my final hours in this world, I’m glad that I spend them being like this, here, with you.”

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#Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x reader fluff #Eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson stranger things

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scorpionoesit · 10 months

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Hello author, don't mind me if I borrow your beta for a bit to ask a question if they see this-

Hello author's beta! (Alibi :D) I saw in one of the ask answers that world building is your jam, bread and butter (I've been stuck here for too long help me/j) anyway, I wanted to see if we could borrow some of your jam wisdom. (Can we have worldbuilding tips?)

Ps: love you author I love advice from you as well please don't hurt me-

"Okay...alright, so basically I have like two types of worldbuilding. One that's like history world building, which we'll get to in a minute, but the other I like to call Band-Aid world-building. *chuckles* So basically, for history worldbuilding, like let's say if someone were to look at earth, our worldbuilding would be history. And I like history! So this is fun! Making fake history? Awesome! So [for Vagabonds] it was like, finding things we refer to historically in real life and giving them like, Vagabonds...painting(?). Like how we can say...just say 'the pyramids' and you know what I mean. The same way they say 'the Archives' and you know what they mean. How we will casually refer to World War II is how they refer to their Civil War sort of thing. Just casual pieces of history that appear in our everyday life, how would that translate to a fictional world? And that's basically it. And just having like how [Scorpio] did before, just having those little references can eventually build into something else. So we don't even fully build a history, we just make little references, and if we need a history, we can go back to those and be like 'oh, let's expand on this'. Which is basically what we did. So basically this type of worldbuilding is just to add a little spice. You think there's dimension, but no, it's just a greenscreen. It's meant to make your world feel fuller. More lived in without having to make up years of complex historical shenanigans. Anyway, but Band-Aid worldbuilding is my favorite, okay? Because it's basically just like...built a story! Story has plot holes? Band-Aid worldbuilding over them! That's how you fix all plot holes: worldbuilding! Uhh, so like, Tommy has to help people that are hurt. Why can't he just call an ambulance? Well, obviously...there are none here! Band-aid, BAM! You see what I mean? That's...yeah, that's basically the two types. So basically, my advice would be not to focus on worldbuilding? Just build your story, use worldbuilding to fix any little issues, then throw in some historical references." (Another thing that I like to do (that I know isn't for everyone) is making fake religions? *nervous laugh* It's a weird thing to say out loud. 'I like to make fake religions like a good cult leader!' Yeah, but...just like we see that religions are, like, vitally integral to all things history, ever? And nothing makes a world feel more lived in than seeing how their religion has kinda grown with them? In a purely metaphorical sense. Am I making sense? [Nope! :3] Anyway, I also enjoy the thought experiments of picking little pieces of real life religions and mashing them together and shoving them into a story for my own enjoyment. And this hasn't shown up in Vagabonds yet, and it's important not to be too heavy-handed with it, but it's a good way to give a set group of people the same motivations and morals, I guess? [You'll see more of this in Vagabonds later on.])

xD And that's all they wrote.

I would also like to clarify, this is not the only way to do it? Obviously, I know, but like...I doubt this sort of thing worked with Tolkien. Everyone has their own method, their own process. This is ours.

It also helps that someone takes eons to write, which let's the worldbuilding marinate for eons. Hehe...

#scorpio chat #services for vagabonds #Ali~Beta's sagely advice #Ali~Beta found their PR manager hat #So now you get asks answered after [insert atrocious amount of time]

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Idk if you have been asked this before, but what ur ur opinions in spideypool? I love the ship, but I hate how utterly hard it is to get a good comic out of them it's so sad

I think the reason I haven't been asked this before is because nobody really thinks to ask someome who writes spideypool fic what they think about the ship, but that's actually a really good question!

I love spideypool. I've been a spideypool shipper for about as long as I've been into marvel comics, since Deadpool was one of the first comics I picked up way back when in 2015. At the time it was pretty much omnipresent in the fandom, and for good reason - Deadpool's crush on Spidey is and was literally canon, or at least as much canon as it can be when it's played for laughs, and there's a lot of charm to their interactions.

To me, the appeal lies in the way they affect each other. Deadpool's got this whole hero worship mixed with actual attraction thing going on on his end, and Spidey has this whole "this is the most annoying man on the planet and possibly in the multiverse but also he's like pretty funny and our fight styles blend well" thing going on on the other end. A high quality longfic for these two will go into issues of morality and find where either of them need to or choose to change for each other, for better or for worse, and can easily include a heavy bit of angst regarding Wade's chronic pain and mental health issues or Peter's anger issues and monetary problems. A high quality pwp for these two will be very funny. These are both things I find incredibly appealing in my ships.

Also, visually, they really do fit together. Afaik, Deadpool's outfit was designed mostly to parody Deathstroke, but there's some Spider-Man in there anyway, and they look all matchy-match.

So why is it so hard to write a good teamup comic for them? Um... I'm not so sure that it is? Like I think that Deadpool annual from 2013 or 2014 where he and Spidey end up switching costumes is so fun and shows some of Wade's tendencies to mix hero worship and attraction really well, and a lot of their other early interactions are short but memorable. I think the issues of Daniel Way's run of Deadpool where Wade and Peter team up are some of the only actually good issues in the whole run, because Daniel Way actually wrote some themes and ideas into there and then didn't drop the ball immediately! He dropped the ball later, but not immediately, which is rare for him.

The main Spider-Man/Deadpool teamup comic seems to have mixed reviews. I haven't read through the whole thing yet, but like, I think it's fine? It certainly isn't outright bad, and it has some fun moments. I think the main problem with it is that it was created for and aimed at people who were fans of the ship, and then didn't really look beyond surface level into why people like the ship. Like I said, spideypool is at its best when it struggles with issues of morality and has some give and take, where both sides learn from the other. The team up comic is more like... Deadpool is bad cause he kills, but he wants to prove to Spidey that he's a good person! And then he tries to prove that by killing Peter Parker, who he thinks is evil (the team up comic started in a weird time in spidey's continuity where he was running a fortune 500 company, it's a whole thing)!

It's a lot of hijinks and shenanigans that I don't mind in fic, but prefer in smaller doses and one off team up comics. If I'm reading an ongoing, I'm going to want it to like... Be about something. At some point. A static character for a mainstay title is fine, but for the most part I want these characters to do something together beyond coexist. I think the best moment in the volumes of Spider-Man/Deadpool that I did read is the one where Wade introduces Spidey to Ellie Camacho, his daughter, because it forced Peter to reevaluate how he sees Wade. But then the itsy bitsy storyline happens, and it's such a shallow understanding of what makes Peter a good hero and what makes Wade ... Uh, Wade, and I think it just makes for mediocre storytelling.

I don't know I guess the problem is when we only had the one offs, we had a taste of something great, but when we got it in longform we realized the first bite was great, but the whole thing was a little stale.

I could write it real good tho, in case you're wondering. Marvel don't lose hope you can still hire me marvel I know you're reading this mARVEL

#one day I'll power through and finish spider-man/deadpool but I'm busy with other things right now #like answering asks on tumblr #spideypool #dp #spiderman #marvel comics #marvel #gail speaks #ask #cowchickenbeefpork #ur url was so close to being kosher and then it wasn't

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Made up fake fic title?

OH HECK YEAH I'LL GIVE YOU A FEW!!!!!!!! <3

Take me deeper than I've ever known

Put me together with staples and string

Never Ever

A Race to one's demise

Twisted Fates

DO WITH THESE WHAT YOU WILL!! DON'T HAVE TO DO EM ALL JUST HAVE FUN WITH IT!!! :3

OH THANK YOU :D these are great, so I definitely tried to think of something for all of these <3

They all turned into g/t or somewhat g/t bullet-point plots haha. Still tried to do summaries since that's usual for these tho

Take me deeper than I've ever known

Ranboo doesn't know what happened to him, just that one day he was tall enough to do all the stuff humans do, then the next day so small that a mouse could probably fistfight him and win. The even crazier thing is that he meets someone just as small, who apparently has been the one taking snacks from his stash, and not a ghost. Great, one question solved and a thousand more left unanswered. At least while they're stuck like this they won't have to be alone, Tommy may be strange but he isn't all that bad, besides the fact he'd probably ditch Ranboo if they revealed they're human. But while it lasts, he doesn't mind seeing more of Tommy's world.

magic, tiny fairy or fae, hmm

Ranboo gets shrunk and found by a tiny Tommy who decides 'gosh you suck at survival, i'll help you'

Tommy acts like he doesn't know Ranboo was shrunk, but he does

like 'don't interact with bigs, but they're not big anymore so…'

Ranboo doesn't know this but learns interacting with humans is a no-no so keeps their shrinking a secret

Ranboo learns more than they thought about the world at a smaller size

and they do want to be normal height again, someday (…maybe), but his life with Tommy is something they start to cherish, and the tiny really loves having them around

the twist is that Tommy is a fae of sorts that shrunk Ranboo, bc they were interesting and alone and and it seemed like something fun to do, but then feelings and friendship happened

Ranboo will have to find out eventually..

fae shenanigans and morals

Put me together with staples and string

What do you do when your reason for existing is to comfort and make smiles bloom, but you're built of dead things brought back, nightmarish and far too tall? For Ranboo, the answer is to enjoy what he can. Tubbo certainly makes this strange second-first life worth being a monster, at least.

second idea version:

Tubbo might not be real, full of stuffing and magic, but Tommy wants a friend, a best friend, and maybe Tubbo wants that too. So if Tommy thinks he's real enough to be that friend, despite how much smaller he is and inability to go places with Tommy without acting like a normal doll, then Tubbo is happy. Tommy may have done some questionable magic because he was lonely and desperate, but Tubbo is amazing, so he doesn't regret it. If only others could see it the same way.

Angst angst angst?

ended up with two ideas oops:

Ranboo is a minigiant frankenstein's monster kinda creature (created by Tubbo because Dude Is So Alone He Reanimated A Corpse For Company)

OR Tubbo is a life-like doll brought to life to be a friend (clingyduo and magic)

whichever idea, they have existential issues and put their worth into how useful they can be

both want to be able to go out into the world but don't, because they know if they're seen they'd terrify or unsettle people

Ranboo idea: sad times, fluff times, and sneaky outings with Tubbo

maybe at some point Ranboo's thoughts that he's a monster get real bad and he's convinced he'll hurt Tubbo and runs away to some woods

so then Tubbo has to go find him and bring him back before other people find him and think he's some monster come to terrorize them

who knows maybe Ranboo will even make some friends in a surprising twist?

Tubbo idea: lots of 'im not real' thoughts but also sweet friendship times

possible interference from other people coming back into Tommy's life since the magic to make Tubbo may or may not have been illegal

insisting that Tubbo isn't a real friend and this isn't healthy

Tubbo would normally agree, but seeing how much it hurts and upsets Tommy he might have some Choice Words instead

do these stories have happy endings? I wanna say yes, things work out, issues are eventually addressed, and there is lots of holding small friend in arms throughout.

Never Ever

The lives of borrowers are far from easy, even if they have family, but that doesn't mean it's terrible or always dangerous. A skilled or very sheltered borrower especially has very few worries, to the point that the universal rules of borrowers can be disregarded. But there are times when borrowers are reminded of why these rules are important, so that the worst never, ever happens.

after much thought, a 5+1 story

like '5 things a borrower should never ever forget and 1 thing they do' or something along those lines

5 are angst or close calls, etc. and 1 is good times, fluff

maybe tiny bedrock bros?

or five borrowers, one chapter each, with a borrower problem or angst, and the +1 is something nice with them all together

could be sbi+tubbo in that case

kinda slice-of-life regardless

+1 could also be angst instead of fluff, like they get caught, leaving story with an open end lol

A Race to one's demise

Slaying a giant is no easy task, especially one as infamous as The Lady Death—giants are already enough trouble without magic, thanks. Yet a few people head out for her territory anyway, not from any real drive to kill giants, simply because it was the only option given that lets them live a little longer. Their odds still aren't good, but really how much worse could a giant be from what they came from? (... No, yeah, probably worse.) Kristin and Phil find some truly exhausted kids on their doorstep and decide to invite them in, which they surprisingly agree to. The hard part is getting them to stop the halfhearted murder attempts and open up.

they know they're going to die. will they actually? nah

a handful of people are chosen for what's seen as a suicide mission

(probably benchtrio + wilbur and techno for these guys)

the mission/quest is to steal a magic item from a giant

they all upset the leaders of wherever they're from in some way, so this is those guys' way of either getting them to redeem themselves or get rid of them

both options seem like death though, if not immediate then eventually

they also specified that only one of them can come back victorious, so they're all doing their best to reach the giant's territory before each other, using sabotage or whatever they can, maybe even a little attempted murder or two at the start

near the end of their journey though there is talk of teaming up, because really None of them are capable of taking down a giant alone

The Lady Death is what they call her, a giantess that lives on the edge of a wasteland, who scoops up travelers that come too close never to be seen again

there is a lesser known story about the giantess that some of them know, saying she is more benevolent than she seems, with an angel on her shoulder

if you prove yourself to the angel she will listen and grant you passage into the wastes where, supposedly, there is a lush sanctuary somewhere (Philza's builds inspired?)

none of them actually think this version of the tale holds more truth, but it does stick with them, the tiniest idea that maybe they have a third option that's not 'death now' or 'death later'

Lots of build-up? since i want it to be g/t but the main giant only appears later. more focus on the stories they know and what they imagine they'll find

also run-ins with 'smaller' giants on the way

Obviously Kristin and Philza just gain a bunch of tired, scared kids from this

the story after that likely has found family as a main focus whereas it was more like a subplot when benchtrio+twinsduo were traveling

Twisted Fates

Being a crown prince sounds great unless you're actually a crown prince; Techno would much rather live far away from people, never having to deal with their problems, only whatever challenges come his way. Wilbur longs for a life where providing for himself isn't a constant struggle with danger wherever he looks, a life where he can relax or even meet people. Just watching and swiping the occasional thing from the royalty in this castle isn't enough to fulfill this dream. Until Techno wakes up to the disorienting sight of the castle far larger than he recalls and Wilbur is suddenly big and visible and sees an opportunity for both of them. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time might've just fixed both of their problems, or given them entirely new ones.

for this one I've settled on swapped sizes and royal au

twinsduo. Techno is (reluctantly) a crown prince and Wilbur is (enthusiastically) a borrower in the castle

Wilbur happened to be sneaking around the same room Techno is in when some magic mishap happens, swapping their sizes

princess and the pauper situation where they realize they look very similar and think the other's life sounds amazing so they swap places

I like giving borrowers tails so Wilbur has to either pass his off as the magic accident or hide it, same with his hair or he dyes it

and Techno still has bright pink hair he's unwilling to part with so he stands out a bit too much sometimes

but they seem to be having fun? at least for now. no care for fixing the situation yet

Philza is the king who loves his son very much but starts suspecting this might not be his son

angst and misunderstandings and reveals, by the end of this Phil has two sons

And that's all of them! Thank you again, I had fun brainstorming these. Also if anyone else likes these ideas feel free to use them or whatever :]

#dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #mcyt g/t #fake fic titles #ey.writing #it kinda counts lol

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