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jazzyblusnowflake · 2 months

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Alright, we've had Nuzi headcanons. We've now had Vuzi headcanons... Let's heart it, you're Violent Biting Biscuits headcanons, N x Uzi x V... Or if you'd rather complete the set, eNVy headcanons. I am curious of both. (Your headcannons are just super cute)

Holy hecc, I'm so sorry for answering these asks so late but i'm gonna be honest- I just never think anyone likes my writings or ever reads them XD

okay then lets see- my ViolentBitingBiscuits headcanons- i will put eNVy for the next ask because someone else asked for it too and they wont all fit here lol.

My NUziV headcanons ovo<3 :

[once again these are only the drone versions, the human versions aren't involved / also i may add some 🔞🔞🔞 ones this time lol >:3 also uhhh apologies in advance but this one is long as all hell so....um]

K we know the drill, they are all together- hopefully in the future- even if any of them dies i'm gonna pretend i do not see 🙄 deadass gonna treat this like the jjba fandom- my faves are ALIVE AND WELL SHUT UP ARAKI-

Okay so there's some things that we have already mentioned in the previous headcanons- ill try to not repeat them unless they are necessary but ill also try to treat this as its own post and lightly repeat them real quick too-

N and V started out fighting over Uzi, and Uzi obviously was mostly into N at first- but after a while i guess Vs advances got to her- especially since she was- in a way- so desperate for attention/affection, so it felt a little overwhelming to her but in a good way. they very obviously flirted with her which got them silently treating it as a challenge- and Uzi being Uzi obviously loved the attention she got out of it- opting to let this just... kinda continue lmao. she didn't expect to let it go far enough for her to end up with both of them but here we are XD

We slightly touched this topic before about V but to reiterate- all of them have different levels of trauma that they all deal with and currently V has gone through the worst of it, both having to endure Cyn's torture in her mindspace and also having to watch N get slaughtered in front of her and possibly even having a hand in it. She fears losing people that mean to her so she became avoidant with a difficult personality to guard whatever's left of her. It took a really long time for her to decide to be with the two and to protect them and not run away from her feelings for anyone or anything. but some days its still difficult for her so sometimes N and Uzi have to literally trap her into a wrestling cuddle pile or something to get her to just... exist, without feeling like the whole universe is weighing her down. N and Uzi want her to know they are there to protect HER from those inner demons too.

sometimes the cuddle piles end up with N and V once again trying to get Uzi's attention lmao which ends up with them being a little too horny on main- whoops :) - everything starts with a little nibble here, a small bite there - maybe some pillow fights and climbing over eachother or holding one another down in different positions- aaaand then they wake up a few hours later with Uzi having regrets cuz these two are horny as f-

ANYWAY- N is probably the most patient of the 3, and although he usually never breaks up fights because he trusts the other two to handle their own problems without him needing to mom them, sometimes Uzi and V go a lil too far and he gets very tired of dealing with this kind of behavior. he never blows up at them- but he usually goes away to take a breather- sometimes hanging out with Thad or the other drones- and during this time Uzi and V kinda feel bad- but then they would think of stuff like maybe planning dates or getting food for him, draw stuff on cards and etc- or go around trying to find gifts to make him happy<3 sometimes they might add some extra kisses and unwinding sessions in the end as an extra treat :p N always forgives them obviously, he just needs some guys night out every once in a while or something lmao-

Getting close to Uzi became an excuse for N and V to get closer to eachother too. ironically, it first started with them bantering about who is better at what- but then it turned into unironically flirting and teasing eachother- but after a while they realized their relationship isn't going to ever be the same as what it was back in their old days but its also something completely new, so they become more willing to accept one another and explore their newer dynamic.

they all love being coddled and pampered every now and then. Uzi and V may not outright admit it- but they really do too. so they take turns with who they put in the middle of receiving affection :p

N and V are VERYYYYYY over protective of Uzi. to the point that they wouldn't even let the doctor [for tech repair obviously] check Uzi or touch her in any way when she had a small virus case lol. Khan had to pay the poor doctor extra for that.... deciding to leave his daughter in her room in a cuddle pile of two murderous demons that have glowing cat eyes every time he comes in the room smh.

V and N really like cuddling Uzi and sticking their hands under her clothes. or sometimes just flat out sleeping or cuddling naked. its less of a sexual thing and more so to do with the fact that the two MD's have higher body temperature and a less efficiant body for cooling- since they have a more compact torso and a lot less oil and coolant fluids going through them [since they need to consume it continuously] and having a bunch of working nanobots and nanites shoved into them to turn into weapons/wings/etc- and Uzi- although having the AS- is still very much less in need of cooling due to still having a more efficient body design for a "exoplanetary worker unit", with a still functioning cooling system inside that doesn't necessarily need extra oil to make it work unless under stressful conditions.... even if she probably does have worms and fleshy tentacles inside her now lmao. But either way Uzi's body is still a lot colder than the others so she's usually shared in the middle and at this point Uzi cant even be embarrassed when they slide their hands under her clothes and grab her wherever smh..... although V also does it as a semi possessive thing so there's that pfft. she was especially handsy after that doctor left XDDD.

Yes Uzi has very much in fact ended up at the medical/tech repair unit multiple times because N and V have sometimes ended up being a bit too much for her to handle- and the doctor [a character yall shall meet later] has absolutely had it. She had to literally sit the 3 down, explain to them their body differences via scans and the damages they may cause Uzi and it was basically the robot version of having "the talk" with your child- and Uzi wanted to die there and then.

Uzi sometimes just tells the two to drink blood from her- the first time they wanted to share oil they were scared about accidentally causing Uzi to overheat- but after a few times of trying it, they continued doing it more frequently either by kissing and regurgitating or taking turns to bite Uzi or vice versa. N and V typically don't use one another's oil because they already have high usage as it is, it wouldn't be efficient. admittedly N and V always have concerns when it came to biting Uzi- but somehow they found out Uzi actually enjoys it a little when they do it and well...they get ideas lmao- they just make sure to lick her indents clean with their regenerative saliva to make the AS work as little as possible on Uzi's body.

N really enjoys seeing his partners smooch..... for study purposes ofc lmao- actually he uses his visor to take pictures sometimes- let the man be a little horny in peace smh. and don't worry Uzi and V know all this- they just wanna tease him a little bit :p

Uzi and N usually chit chat while they are in the bed until they fall asleep- but V prefers to just hug Uzi on the side listening to them while they talk until she falls asleep too

they love going around in human based areas with shops and stuff to find books to read together or any other fun human stuff they can find- maybe table top games? lol- V goes for the sports stuff. she kinda wanna try hitting something with a bat...

[okayyyy so tumblr doesn't let me write any more XD i def have more ideas but oh well. also ill save the eNVy for another ask that i have in my inbox so you'll get that soon too :p]

#murder drones #nuzi #vuzi #nuziv #nuvi #biscuitbites #violetviolence #eNVy #envy murder drones #violentbitingbiscuits #enzi #snowballflo #serial designation n #serial designation v #uzi doorman

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baechira-is-my-love · 1 year

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blue lock boys when you bring home a stray kitten

hii again >_< i'm a huge cat person!!! so i wrote these headcanons about how bllk boys would react if you bought home a cute lil kitten! i would personally prefer a ragdoll/persian mixed kitten but most of the strays here are tabbies!! anyways i don't mind since i love all cats 💕💕💕

also thank you sooo much for my last post!! even tho it was my first post i received a lot of reactions <333 ilysm guys!

this includes: isagi, bachira, rin, sae

gn reader!!

Isagi:

You come home, after a harsh and tiring day of work

with a smol surprise :3

"Hey baby, I'm back home. Where are you, Yoichi?"

As soon as he enters, he sees the little kitten in your arms.

boy rlly said ":00000"

he rushes to you, taking a look at the kitten in your arms.

the kitten hissed at him obviously as a defense mechanism.

"it's okay, baby" you cooed at the tiny kitten as you held it closer to your chest.

"i found it on the streets, poor thing was roaming around, crying for food!"

you eventually get the kitten to like yoichi

you go to the store and buy lots of cat food

bath with the kitten and isagi!! <333

"interrupt my play time and i'll interrupt your breathing"

sometimes when you're not paying much attention to yoichi (cuz of ur cat) he'll try to grab ur attention

but he gets scratched instead lol

Bachira:

One day, you both were on a date to the park.

You heard some meowing nearby, and decided to go check it out.

Bachira decided to tag along with you.

There, you saw a hurt kitten

It was so thin!

So you decided to take it in! <333

Bachira ended up getting scratched 7 times, but hey! we bagged the baby!!!

on your way back, you bought some cat food <33

as soon as you got home, you both gave the kitty a bath to get it cleaned up

you both made sure to always give it lots of love and care

eventually it warmed up to u both <333

bachira would always play w it after he came back from his practice sessions!

and show it off to everyone!

Rin:

would question god

"what is that?"

would glare at the kitten

which was safely cuddling in your arms

"it's a baby cat, rinnie!" you said with a small pout.

"why would you need to bring it here?"

"it was lost on the streets! it's still a baby, rin! how can it survive alone???"

he seriously doubts if the kitten actually likes you

but no

he rong

it likes you very much!!!

in fact

it never leaves you!! you have to forcefully lock it out of the bathroom when u bath or use the washroom

and u gotta hear its sad cries :(((

but he! he's frustrated with that stupid useless animal!

he doesn't even get any attention, he's so jealous!

Sae:

one fine day, he came home from practice.

but instead of your warm hugs, he found himself face-to-face with a tiny kitten!! <3333

he looks at it quizzically.

"baby, a cat is at the doorstep. is it a stray?"

you poked your head out of the living room

and you explained how u found it so hungry at ur doorstep!

and it was so thin, the poor thing just needed some food!

so you took it in

and rushed to the grocery to buy some food for it

he seriously doubts whether you can actually take care of a living, breathing animal

turns out, he's right.

you function on half a braincell (like me)

so instead he does 90% of the job

buying food, cleaning the litter box, playing with it, giving it a good scrub, feeding it, taking it for a walk

you always try your best to help him

but alas, he shoots death glares at you

kinda opposite of what happened w rinnie

the baby gets too attached to sae

if u guys have an argument you're definitely getting scratched

after seeing sae act lovey-dovey with you, the cat eventually grows to like you

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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1610 and reader cuddle session hcs 😄

here we gooooo

an absolute whore fiend for affection and physical touch

likes when you do that thing w/ your nails to massage his scalp

tries to talk to you/ start conversation while ur cuddling

cannot hold said conversation b/c he gets sleepy in ur arms

both miles' are like cats, but 1610 miles is a middle aged cat whos either really energetic or super sluggish whereas 42 is an old and tired bodega cat

in the least suggestive way you absolute horny fucks he is a minor stop being weird absolutely adores skin-skin contact

like he feels like he has to get closer to you

your body weight just flush against him?

10/10, no notes

forehead + nose kisses are absolutely a given

if you get acrylic nails he loves it when you rake them across the nape of his neck

also loves when ur thumb does that lil strokey thing on his hair

100% buys yall matching bonnets/durags

his fave way to cuddle is when his head is on ur chest and he's lying between ur legs stop. don't be weird.

b/c of all his spiderman stuff he's sore most of the time, specifically in his back/traps/shoulders (hello mans literally swings himself using his upper body weight) so when yall r laid up like that you give his upper back lil massages n shit

however

if ur an athlete he def babies u after practice when yall cuddle

like the whole nine

mans is a sweetheart and draws u like a bath or sum (i think 1610 and 42 would both do this tbh) and sits on the edge of the tub/toilet and just talks to you

or gives u a cute lil shoulder massage

if u get ur braids/hair/retwist and your scalp is literally screaming he'll let you lay on top of him with your head on his chest

if u fall asleep w/o ur bonnet/durag/headscarf on he puts it on for you

or sacrifices his hair and puts his on you

back to the original req chile anyway--

like i said he loves skin to skin contact

like mans is fully a baby

also he's a furnace literally 95% of the time, so during the winter u press up against his chest

almost always ends up asleep with his face on ur stomach (either ur bare stomach or his head is literally under ur shirt. if u have a lil (or a lot, honestly mans does not care about ur body type. also side note of me just being queer but when women have that lil pudge/pocket/bulge thing and wear tight skirts/dresses. WHEW. same thing w/ masc women omg teddy bear mascs are adorable. but i also love me some muscles anywho back to the req) pudge, muffin top, hip dip, whatever, he adores it. like fully massages those lil bits of u when ur cuddling. however if ur more muscly/ toned in ur stomach area he loves that too, esp tracing the muscle lines, like ur obliques or abs if you have them)

like i said he gets rly tired in ur presence cs you make him feel safe so when ur cuddling he gets all mumbly and his movements are all thick and syrupy and he gets to be a lil drowsy baby

yall ever seen those tiktoks w/ couples cooking and one of them is on their partners back? yeah, that's yall

"miles i have homework" *muffled in your stomach/neck w his arms wrapped around you* nuh uh "fuck you mean nuh uh?"\

its such a struggle to end cuddle sessions w him, literally the both of u want to stay tangled up like that together forever

when ur over his house and rio and jeff are home the two of you literally just fall asleep on the couch while cuddling

yall are that couple that sleeps and cuddles together all the time

u know that text chain that's like 'after class can i take a nap in your bed' "yeah" 'with you?' "duh" 'omg im so excited'

thats yall

rio and jeff literally had to bribe you to go on dates that weren't sleeping on the couch while watching movies

after the events of atsv he literally just wants to cuddle

i hope this what ur looking for anon!

xoxo,

rae <3

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cutecatlov3r · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?

various x reader ! [eren, jean, armin]

synopsis: my head cannons and my opinion on which songs they'd fuck you to .

warnings/tw: all characters are 21+, praise, degradation, and my personal head cannons on what they are like during sex .

a/n: don't copy my work ! like, re-blog, and comment ily ! not proofread .

jjk ver. hq ver. ft ver. bllk ver. bnha ver.

Eren Yeager

Nuts [Lil Peep]

✰ I can see Eren being a passionate lover. [I miss my nice and sweet boy from season 1 and 2 :(((]

✰ This song brings out his true feelings on how he feels about you, he can't help but fuck you to this song.

✰ He loves you, he will go at whatever pace you want, in hopes of pleasing you.

✰ "What do you want me to do, I'll do anything for you Y/n,"

✰ Sometimes he gets moody but you're there to help him through it, making him fall deeper in love with you.

✰ Though the song is short, he lasts 2-3 rounds with you but this is his favorite song to fuck you to.

✰ He respects and loves you, he'd never to anything to hurt you, unless you wanted him to.

✰ He low key wants to be degraded though... But he will never let you know that.

"One kiss, then we fuckin', I just can't get enough"

Jean Kirstein

Angel [The Weekend]

✰ You're his angel, his most prized possession. He has never loved anyone more than you.

✰ He treats you with the most respect, being submissive for you.

✰ He won't be afraid to dominate you whenever you feel too tired. He will do anything for you.

✰ He groans under neath your touch, praising any little thing you do.

✰ "Just like that baby, touch me right there~"

✰ This song playing makes him want to cry kind of, he's just so happy to have someone who loves him.

✰ He will fuck you deep and harsh, rutting his hips into you just so you know who you belong to, having this song blasting in the background.

✰ He loves sucking on your nipples as you ride him, it makes him want to fuck you harder.

✰ Yes, he has a breeding kink. He wants you to have his babies. He sees you being the only person who is fit to have them.

✰ After all of his or your work, he will just kiss you dearly, loving every moment of your love making sessions.

"Knew you were special from the moment I saw you"

Armin Arlert

Power Trip [J. Cole]

✰ HARD DOM . (I live for scummy Armin .)

✰ He will treat you as if you were the most pathetic thing on Earth. He loves degrading you.

✰ "Stupid slut. Sit the fuck down,"

✰ He will tease you, making you whine and beg.

✰ He needs to visually see you cry to cum, when he does cum he makes sure it's on your face.

✰ This song is about his love towards you, of course he loves you! But sex is so different when it comes to love and he can't help but treat you like a little slut.

✰ He makes sure to go fast and hard, spanking you and not letting you cum until he says you can.

✰ He likes to smirk in your face, laughing at your dumb fucked expression.

✰ At the end of every session he makes you clean yourself up and wash yourself, he stares at your naked body in the shower, just looking, not touching.

"Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever and...Fuck it, I'm on one, you feel me?"

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spidrstar · 9 months

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A LITTLE BIT MORE

★ pairing: aged up!miles1610 x latina!reader

★ warnings: all characters in this story are 18!!! suggestive i think?

★ summary: Miles has been your math tutor for the past few months and you can’t lie, he’s been sort of your lil bestfriend too because you tell him all about your boy problems and everything. It got to a certain point where you were about to let something personal slip.. specifically how you didn’t know how to kiss. Miles may be a lil nerd n a tutor n all but he still gets play, so you asked him to show you how to kiss and it slowly turned into more than that.. a make out session.

★ w/c: 2k

★ a/n: ok so ik i put up a poll for y’all to choose but.. i rly wanted to write abt 1610 miles esp for this one shot 😣 sry yall i got yall w the next one shot tho trust🙏

“Miles, please don’t make me do this problem on my own.. you know how I am with fractions.”

You groaned at just the sight of the problem and leaned back on your arms.

For context, you were currently in Miles’ room with three different text books sprawled out open on the floor. He’s been your math tutor for the past four months because you failed your last two math classes and couldn’t afford to fail one more because that would cause you to fail the grade. Today, you were both going over things that were going to be in your test at the end of the marking period.

You’ve been studying non-stop all week and grew tired of it (even though all you mostly did was get off topic and have endless conversations with Miles.)

“Y/n, c‘mon you can’t do this every time i’m tutoring you. Just try.” Miles smiled at your reaction to the math problems in the book.

“Can we please just take a small break?”

“..Y/n our last break was 5 minutes ago.”

“Exactly my point!! It’s been too long.”

He chuckled at you and had no choice but to give in. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy the silly conversations you both had. You both saw each other as.. you wouldn’t say therapists but more of a.. comfort friend? Just someone you could talk to freely basically. At this point you were practically each others best friend, you just hadn’t noticed it yet.

Miles always enjoyed your company, no matter what you both were doing as long as it was together. You rarely ever hung out together if it wasn’t involved with tutoring, but that wasn’t a bad thing. You would almost get tutored everyday because math just really wasn’t something you were good at..

“Soo.. what’s with you and that guy what was his name.. Ethan?”

“It’s Evan, and we fell out. I found him talking to two of my friends at the same time and I wasn't gonna stay around to see that unfold. I told them of course, just didn’t wanna be there to witness the outcome.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, Miles knew your situation with guys very very well. He knew almost all of the guys you messed around with, well.. weren’t the best. If he was honest, they sucked ass. They all seemed to go after you for one thing, your body. Miles always hated the idea of you talking to another guy, not in a weird or possessive way of course, he was just over protective of you. He always remembers the nights you would text him asking him if he was free just to cry in his arms.

Sometimes you would come in all moody to your study sessions too and for you that was off, because when you opened your mouth it never seemed to shut.

He palmed his face and sighed in disappointment of yet another shitty guy you messed with.

“I told you he seemed off. He was wayy too friendly for a guy that ‘only wanted to be with you’ I never trusted him and i’m proud to say i didn’t.” Miles quoted with his fingers.

You smiled and looked down at the floor deep in thought, “Yeah well, he was ugly anyways. Personality wise too, he never really made me laugh. When I did laugh around him I would laugh at him, not with him. Y’know?”

“Yeah, I would notice. Your laughs never seemed genuine around him.” He shrugged.

You smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s ‘genuine’ to you?”

Miles leaned in and placed his palms on his knees looking up at the ceiling thinking of what to say.

“Like.. it’s hard to explain. Around me, your laughs just have a higher pitch and you lose your breath much quicker and you make random sounds while laughing which is what gets me to laugh. Then, around him your laughs were like so motone and you didn’t really hold onto your stomach as if it hurt from laughing so much, you get me?”

You stared at him in disbelief from how much he went into detail, you never thought of how much he really paid attention to you. Your face was a little bright red, you were flustered because you just felt so.. special? The feeling was unknown.

“Wow.. that’s—that’s a lot. I get what you mean though, his jokes were never as funny as yours were. You don’t even have to try to make me laugh.” You smiled.

He smiled back and made a proud expression, you knew what was coming next. Miles always made this face when he was about to brag about something.

“Thank you, I get that a lot from girls. I always make sure to keep them entertained and never treat them like shit. I don’t understand how you manage to find guys like that, I would never do what they do. Pretty sure my ma would kill me.” He chuckled at the last sentence.

You rolled your eyes at the bragging, you knew Miles had game and had many many girls falling for him. I mean, who wouldn't fall for him? Look at him, he has a great personality, he's caring, a momma's boy which, by the way, is totally adorable and he’s just so sweet and genuine. His smile was contagious and he was attractive too of course..

You snapped back to reality, your mind wandering off somewhere else.

“Bet you got lots of bitches huh.” You choke out a laugh trying to ignore the thoughts lingering at the back of your head.

“Nah, it may seem that way but I honestly got my eye set on one girl. I’m not bout that ‘playa’ shit y’know? Gotta keep it real and let ‘em know that cause leading people on ain’t what i’m about.”

You looked at him intensely, really wondering who this girl was. Although you felt the urge to beg him to tell you because you knew how stubborn he was, you didn’t. You were scared you weren’t gonna like his answer so you brushed the feeling aside.

You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but yourself (barely) you had feelings for Miles, you weren’t aware of it until about a month ago when you went on countless dates. On every single one, Miles was in your head and you couldn’t seem to focus on the person in front of you.

“That’s surprising, if you’re not a player like you say you aren’t how do you treat your girls?” You quickly switched the topic and switched the rolls.

“Well, ion be messin’ around with other girls or on that friendly shit y’know? Every chance I get ima flaunt my girl like she’s the lottery.” He smiled proudly.

You scoffed in jealousy. “Wow, I wish there were more guys like you shit ONE like you at least.”

Miles blushed a bit at the way you said you wanted someone like him. He quickly recovered and perked a brow, scoffing with a proud expression.

“Yeah well, I'm one of one. Can’t find anyone like me.”

“I just can’t believe it, I haven’t even been with one guy who’s good enough to show me how to-“

You quickly saved yourself from the embarrassment and threw your hands over your mouth. Miles took notice of this and he raised a brow at you and moved slightly closer.

“Show you how to what?” He asked, smirking only slightly.

Heat rose to your cheeks, you covered your face and grumbled from already feeling embarrassed even though you hadn’t even told him yet. You hid yourself in your knees not wanting to face him.

“C’mon I promise I won't laugh!” He begged.

“Yes you will! I know you!”

“I swear on my pet hamster's life I won't.” He spoke seriously.

You looked up a bit, sighing and agreeing to say what was on your mind, you had always been ashamed of it because you never really kissed just anyone. You wanted it to be special, of course you’ve kissed a few but your old self thought they were special when they weren’t.

“F-Fine. I—I..don’t know how to kiss.” You whispered the last part lowly, too embarrassed to say it outloud.

“A lil louder than that Y/n, it’s just you and me here c’mon.” He sweetly smiled at you placing a hand on your back.

“I don’t know how to kiss.” You said bluntly, looking straight to avoid his striking gaze.

All that could be heard were stifled chuckles and you turned to stare at the culprit, Miles was cupping his mouth with both hands trying not to burst out laughing straight in your face. You smacked the back of his head and scolded him for swearing.

“Miles! You swore on your hamster's life!”

Laughter erupted from him and could be heard loudly throughout the room. Soon he calmed down and collected enough breath to speak.

“He died like a week ago, it's fine.”

“What?! And you didn’t tell me?? Tu si eres malo.”

“Whatever, back on topic. You don’t know how to kiss? How? You’re like, genuinely one of the prettiest girls I know.”

You blushed at both the comment and from embarrassment. You were 18 almost 19 and didn’t even know how to properly have a make out session, not that it was your fault. All the guys you messed with genuinely sucked, and your lips were far too precious for you to just place them on anyone.

“Hey! No es culpa mía, i bet you’re not even good at kissing either.” I huffed angrily.

“Actually, I'm quite known for being a great kisser para tu información.” He admitted proudly.

Then, an idea spiked up in your head. He was your best friend.. you think? Might as well take this perfect opportunity to ask him for a favor, a huge one. This had you nervous though, because it could go two ways. He would say yes and show you and you both would continue to live your lives as if nothing happened, as normal friends right? Or.. you would be embarrassed for the rest of it if he said no. How would you recover from that? Whatever.. might as well do it now and pray nothing bad happened.

“Miles?” You finally spoke, with a serious tone hiding behind your words.

“Yes?”

“Could you.. um—do me a favor?” You spoke shyly, a wave of nervousness was coming at you and strong.

“Depends. What is it?” He spoke more lowly now with curiosity, he subconsciously moved closer to you to hear you clearly. In case you’d decided to whisper again since that was a habit.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to become. This determined whether or not you would ever talk to him or see him the same, you seriously thought you wouldn’t be able to recover from this.

“Could you..maybe.. teach me?” You looked down at the floor again, biting the inner corner of the inside of your cheek. You were slightly sweating from how nervous you were.

A few seconds of silence passed before you looked up nervously. Many thoughts racing in your mind right now;

‘What if he was making fun of me in his head right now?’

‘What if he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore?’

‘What if he thought I was weird?’

‘What if he hates me now?’

Your thoughts were quickly put to a pause when he spoke up, you thought you were dreaming when you heard the words escape his mouth.

“Sure, I’ll teach you. But are you sure like, completely sure you wanna do this? I’m kinda rough with it, and i don’t know if you’d like it.” He spoke softly when looking at you.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting your eyes and nodding. You smiled sweetly at him, your heart speeding up with a hint of excitement. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing Miles at least once.

“Yes, I'm sure.” You stared at his eyes then his lips wide eyed, your eyes glistening with anticipation. Your lips were slightly parted as you oh so wanted to lean in and just kiss his pretty lips already, but you waited for him to instruct you on what to do.

He moved closer to you and sat in front of you staring at you with slightly hooded eyes. He smirked as he spoke and that’s all you seemed to notice.

“Alright, first you needa part your lips slightly which i see you’re already doing. Then, you just tilt your head to whichever side you prefer and lean in. Close your eyes obviously, then just follow my lead. Simple, you got it?”

You nodded once again, and blushed lightly as he leaned in closer. His hand made his way up and he gently placed it on the side of your neck and tilted his own head shutting his eyes to kiss you.

“Alright, here we go..” He whispered.

With that, he kissed you gently. His soft lips locked with yours, surprisingly you seemed to follow along quickly and placed one of your hands on his toned chest. Your breaths seemed to quicken with every second that passed and he started to lean in more, this time you were slightly pushed back. You held onto the front of his shirt pulling him down with you. Your forearms supporting your upper weight as you laid back on the floor.

Miles now completely on top of you deepened the kiss, his tongue softly grazed against your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you complied to. He placed his hand back on your neck, his fingers resting on the bottom part of your lower head pushing you against him more. You let a low moan slip past you and you opened your eyes wide, with shock but quickly closed them back up once you heard the sounds he made.

The ‘agressiveness’ he mentioned now showing as low growls escaped his lips when getting a few seconds to breathe between kisses. His tongue fighting with yours for dominance which he quickly claimed.

He broke the kiss, a string of saliva showcasing how intense the kiss was. He smirked against your lips and you both breathed heavily against each other, chests heaving up and down rapidly. He caressed the sides of your waist slipping one hand under the hem of your shirt and leaned in to seductively whisper in your ear.

“I think I'm gonna have to teach you a little bit more than just kissing, ma.” He smirked.

★ translations: tu si eres malo - you’re so mean || no es culpa mía - it’s not my fault || para tu información - for your information ||

TAGS:

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #spider man #spiderman #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles x you #miles morales x you #miles x y/n #miles x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman atsv #spider man into the spider verse #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #STAR★WRITES

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darlingshane · 1 year

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fiesta in your mouth

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2k

Summary: – @anna-hawk requested: I would love a sexy drabble with Reader being hungry... for food. The food is taking forever to arrive and they start bickering about Reader's impatience. It ends with Reader biting Shane's ass cause, well, HUNGRY. Except hungry for more now 😏.

Content/Warnings: explicit, smut, oral sex, food, eating, playful banter, crack, some fluff.

-- Read below or at AO3.

It's another lazy night, hanging out at your boyfriend's, waiting for the food to arrive. And as per usual, your stomach starts protesting impatiently after an hour of just sitting around, watching TV.

It's always the same when you leave Shane in charge of either cooking or ordering. He's not a bad cook, he just doesn't have the time, or he's too tired after work to do so. And when it comes to ordering via app, he's not very tech-savvy and often screws up the order.

“Ugh, when it’s the food coming?” you complain, lolling your head back against the edge of the couch to watch Shane coming out of the hallway half-naked with just a pair of black sweats hanging low on his hips after taking a shower.

“Why are you always so hungry?”

“Why are you not?” You whine, “you said we were eating an hour ago.”

“Don’t be such a brat. Food will be here soon,” your boyfriend states, plopping down on the couch next to you with his knees widely apart.

His curls slightly drip water on his bare shoulders while he flips channels on the TV, and you reach to swipe them with your fingers.

“Are you sure you ordered and paid right?”

“'Course, I’m sure. Stop being a pest. You should’ve eaten something before getting here.”

“You said you were cooking, I was saving myself for you.”

“You mean your virginity? I think that ship sailed a long time ago, sweetheart,” he quips, pinching the side of your hip, and you swat the back of your hand against his bicep.

“What did you order anyway?” You wonder.

“Mexican. I got all your favorites… arroz con pollo, crunchy tacos, nachos, enchiladas… A whole fiesta for your mouth. Better than my cooking, right?” He then reaches for his phone to check the Postmates app. “Look, it’ll be here in half an hour.”

“Another half hour?”

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t have time to cook like I said,” his mouth draws a playful smirk, “but if you were that hungry, you’d have lifted that sweet ass off the couch a long time ago, and made dinner yourself like women are supposed to do. But lil miss grumpy pants here doesn't like cooking, doesn't she?”

“I could punch you for even joking about that, asshole.”

“I'd love to see you try.”

“Is that a dare?”

“C'mon, let's see what you got,” he grins, and stands up, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants higher.

Then, he pushes the coffee table towards the TV console to have some more space, and holds his palms up, inviting you to spar amicably.

You stand in front of him, wiggling your fingers before closing both hands into fists. You start punching either of his palms alternately while he taunts you about how weak your blows are, mocking your flimsy arms, and terrible posture. You double down and hit harder until your knuckles start hurting, while he relentlessly jeers at you.

Getting all worked up, you decide to go for his face instead, but your hook is keenly intercepted before landing.

Shane quickly pins your wrists at your back afterwards, and your boxing session turns into wrestling. You escape his hold several times, but then you end up pinned down on the floor in the most awkward position with your body held and twisted around him in a way that your face is facing his ass while he struggles to keep you like that.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna give up, sweetheart?” he drawls, half panting.

“Never,” you laugh and manage to get one of your hands free to pull his sweats down and uncover his stinking cute booty. Without warning, you take a big bite at the curve of his hips, firmly marking your teeth on his ass.

“The hell are you doing?”

“Told you I was hungry. I needed a nibble of those delicious buns,” you bite his butt again, pressing harder, until he releases you.

“You’re a savage,” he grumbles, as you unclench your teeth to see that bright, pink love bite you’ve stamped on his white ass.

“If you forfeit, I win!” you exclaim in victory, rolling on the floor to have your back against the rug, and pushing both your arms up.

“I don’t think so,” his tongue swipes his lips before having him on top of you again.

He pulls your arms down and straddles your chest, placing his crotch awfully close to your face.

“Let's see how hungry you really are,” his lips curve up lewdly, as he pushes his sweats and boxer briefs down, showing his limp cock.

You lick your lips in anticipation, watching him pumping himself a couple of times until he’s half hard.

Then, he playfully taps the bulbous tip of his length against your lips, purring, “want some of this, darlin'?”

You eagerly nod.

“Okay, show me your tongue, and I'll feed you.”

Doing as he says, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

With a fist curled around the underside of his cock, he places it on the wet surface of your tongue and strokes back and forth until his semi erection blooms into rock-hard perfection with a bittersweet wet dripping that comes out of his slit.

“Now close your lips and have at it.”

Letting him guide-boss you like this is one of your biggest turn-ons, and you can already feel the sweet arousal coiling madly in your core with just a taste of him.

Your eyes are locked with his when you wrap our mouth around his flared tip. You inhale and start bobbing our head forwards as much as this position lets you.

Starting slowly, you let your mouth take inch after inch, watching him bask in the delicious undoing of your ways. You hum and go a little faster as he braces his palms on the floor over your head.

“Keep going, darlin’,” he grunts between praises and curses, losing his breath the harder you go, “I’m almost… fuck yeah, just like that, sweetheart.”

The pace of your mouth picks up, sucking him dry, and moaning against his steel-erection throbbing against your tongue. It drives him wild. You can feel it in the way he erratically starts thrusting into your mouth at the same time with nothing but desperation pressing in his center.

“You wanted me to fill your dirty mouth exactly like this, huh?” he grunts coarsely, and you can barely nod, as his cock starts twitching a second before having his seed spilled at the back of your throat.

He comes with a loud strangled moan and after every drop is out he takes his cock away, and places a palm over your mouth.

“Sh, sh, sh. Don’t spill it, baby,” he grins at you, half panting, “I wanna see you swallow.”

Your lips quirk up beneath his palm before gulping every drop of his sticky essence down your throat. You then open your mouth and show him.

“Good girl,” he exhales, lying on top of you as he comes down from his high, “who’s the winner now?”

“You are, baby,” you chuckle, running your palms up and down his back as he presses himself between your legs. He’s not as hard, but you can still feel it behind the fabric of your leggings.

“Are you still hungry, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, a little. You promised a fiesta for my mouth and that was just a… a bitter spoon of yogurt past its expiration date at best.”

He snorts at your words, “say what you will, but I bet that made you wet.”

Pressing your teeth on your bottom lip, you give him a quick nod.

“Yeah? Do you want me to take care of that?”

“What do you think?”

“That you’re greedy as fuck, baby,” he laughs.

“Not as much as you are.”

“Yeah, probably not,” he accepts and draws in some air before sliding down your body, taking your clothes off, so he can give you the same release.

He buries his face between your legs and just as his tongue starts teasing your folds, the door buzzer goes off at the worst possible moment.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you utter in frustration.

“Tough luck, sweetheart,” he pulls his head back, amused, glancing at you, “looks like we’re going to have to postpone this.”

“Ugh,” you let out as he pulls himself up, yanking his underwear and sweats on, to answer the door.

“Hey, don’t complain, the food is here. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he chuckles and buzzes the delivery guy in.

“I guess,” you mumble, hot and bothered, as you slip into your shirt, and take a seat on the couch, covering your kegs with the throw before Shane opens the door.

After collecting the food, he places the containers from your favorite Mexican restaurant on the coffee table, and drags it back to its former position near the couch.

You pick a random unlabeled container, open it, and instantly forget about the interruption after finding out he ordered churros.

Glancing at you as he pulls the lid off another, Shane catches you smiling while sinking your teeth into one.

“Those are for dessert.”

“Says who? I gotta get the taste of your churro out of my mouth somehow. This will do.”

“Well,” he licks his lips and yanks the blanket off you to uncover your legs, “if you’re gonna have dessert first, I should too.”

“Yeah, have at it,” you chuckle as he kneels on the floor, pushing your knees apart, and dragging your ass closer to the edge of the couch.

You take another bite of your churro and put it aside as he props your thighs over his shoulders.

He gazes at you one more time before diving into your pussy. The eager tip of his tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, teases at your entrance, and every spot he can find to drive you out of your mind, avoiding your clit altogether.

Your fingers slide into his half-dried curls as he circles around it, barely grazing the peak of that swollen bud that’s aching for more significant stimulation. Filled with anticipation, your grip anxiously pulls at his hair as he takes his sweet time, savoring every inch of you.

His lips curve up against your folds, and you exhale, letting his name fall from your lips when he finally latches around your impatient clit.

Letting your head fall backwards, you close your eyes and drink in the mind-numbing sucking of his lips, taking you up to cloud nine with practice ease. One of his hands slips under your shirt to grab your breast while the other keeps a firm grip around your thigh with his fingers pressed on your mound.

Your body lights up with every lick and hum served in all the right places as he works you up to the highest level. He channels that electric jolt of your body to press a little harder until you fall completely apart at the mercy of his lips.

He pulls his head back, gently soothing his palms on your thighs while you slowly come down from your high. It takes you a moment to open your eyes, and when you do you see him using his fingers to clean the edges of his mouth covered in you.

“Welcome back, baby.”

Speechless, you simply smile at him as a response, as your breathing evens out.

“That good, huh?” he utters with his usual smugness, as if he didn't already know how to make you lose your mind like that.

He then rises from his knees and sits up, pulling you into his lap, linking his arms around your waist as you hug his neck.

“You taste sweeter than honey,” he whispers against your shoulder.

You let out a small laugh and pull back, so you can look at his eyes.

“Love leaving you without words, sweetheart,” he sweetly smiles, and you sigh, delighted, before capturing his lips.

#jon bernthal #shane walsh #shane walsh x reader #twd fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #shane walsh fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #darlingwrites

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quixoticall · 4 months

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The View Between Villages

Summary: Steve Harrington offers to be your ghostly tour guide after your mysterious, unexpected death.

AN: Hiiiii, if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been then, first of all thank you for thinking of me, and secondly, I have been sick with bronchitis for weeks. Tbh I never understood in Regency novels where they would make such a huge deal about someone being sick until now. That shit took me out. Anyway, in my convalescence I watch the show, School Spirits and I couldn’t help but see the similarities between Wally and Steve—both men of the 80s, hot labrador retriever jocks with a compulsive need for parental approval? So, that’s how this lil piece was born. I would love to continue writing in this universe so please, if you have any requests, send them in! In the meantime, I am hard at work on This Could Get Ugly and a lovely lil Eddie number inspired by another Noah Kahan song.

Warnings: School Spirit!AU, Major Character Death, talks about own death, brief mention of violence and death, angst, this is sad! Ghost!Steve and Ghost?Reader

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader

WC: 2K

It’s Steve Harrington who first declares you dead. Admittedly it takes you an embarrassingly long time to realize, it wasn’t like they sent out notices for these types of things either, as convenient as a note would’ve been:

To Whom it May Concern:

We regret to inform you that on February 12 of this year, you will unfortunately perish under unclear circumstances in the city of Chicago, Illinois at Northwestern University. Please make sure to get your affairs in order before the set date.

No, none of that, instead you had attended three whole lectures before noticing that no one was acknowledging you—not your professors when you raised your hand; not your classmates when you asked if they could loan you a pencil; not even your best friend when you ran into him in the hall. You thought it could’ve been a weird prank. Then the news began to spread, you were missing. Reported by your roommate after not having come home from a late-night study session at the library. And then they found traces of blood in the boiler room of the library’s basement.

Still, you thought to yourself, maybe you were having a really long terrible dream. Or maybe you were in a coma. Or doing one of those VR headset things. Or maybe you were dead and cursed to spend the rest of eternity haunting the very campus where you died.

Your friends were never the gym type, which is why you end up at the school’s pool in an effort to avoid the pain and desperation you feel every time you see their tired but still-hopeful faces.

That’s where you see him. Or, more importantly, where he sees you. You first spot him sitting at the edge of the pool, observing the ongoing swim team practice and are immediately struck.

Sure, you may be stuck in some weird reality where you may or may not be dead but you can still appreciate a hot person. Especially one as handsome as Pool Guy who’s striped swim trunks sit low on his hips and he has a smattering of dark hair trailing from his belly button almost up to the base of his neck. Thick, chestnut-colored hair swoops in his handsome face in golden-touched waves and gracefully frame a pair of honey-hued eyes. Of course you were going to stare.

You’re sure you stare for an indecent amount of time, but it wasn’t like that mattered, you remind yourself, you’re invisible to him like you are to everyone else.

Except you’re not invisible to him because Pool Guy was making eye contact and worse, he was waving, solidifying the fact that he is very aware of your presence. He can see you.

“Hi, you must be new here. I’m Steve Harrington, class of ‘86,” he introduces himself, with way too much verve once he swims over to where you’re still frozen in place.

“You can see me?” You ask, once you find your voice, “How can you see me?”

You reach out to grasp his offered hand and to your shock, your fingers don’t go straight through his, like it would with anyone else’s. Instead you’re enveloped in the warm solid grasp of his hand.

He cracks a smile at this, “because I’m dead too. Which, I totally get you’re probably wondering how someone this good-looking could’ve died so young but i will—“

“Dead?” you squeak out.

“Sorry,” he says with an awkward grimace, “I know not everyone likes that term, um, how do you identify—?“

You cut him off once again, “I didn’t know I was dead.”

It’s his turn to be confused.

“Really? Most people are really quick about putting it together. When they see their body the memories all come back. I mean even I put it together and I was never the smartest even before the accident—oh, shit. You’re the missing girl. The one from all the flyers.”

Clearly he’s referencing the myriad HAVE YOU SEEN ME? flyers with your face on them that paint the campus. Up until now, you had been categorically missing not dead, and now that someone has spoken your fate out loud, you’re certain it is all but sealed.

“Listen, I am so sorry. Let me go get someone who’s way better at this than I—“ you cut off his apologetic rambling,

“I need to leave right now.”

Before he can say anything else you’re running in the opposite direction as quickly as you can.

You don’t go back to the pool after that.

Being dead wasn’t so bad. Sure, you had spent a solid five weeks distraught over the loss of the life you had once lived and mourning everything you will never get to do. And yeah, it was a uniquely painful type of loneliness getting to see all your friends and never getting to interact with them, especially during those first few weeks when your disappearance was hot on everyone’s lips and heavy in the hearts of your friends. But outside of all that, being dead was okay. At least, you didn’t have to submit any more papers or do laundry.

After your encounter with Steve Harrington, class of ‘86, you decide to hole up in the library. You desperately convince yourself that if you search the shelves enough you’ll be able to find something in one of the many books that talk about the afterlife that might provide you some clarity about your newfound ghostly status. Surely there’d have to be something helpful. Anything. A ghost manual, perhaps or some graduate research paper about being stuck in between realms. You’d easily settle for a Chicken Soup for the Ghostly Soul.

Or you think traitorously to yourself, a tour guide to the afterlife, someone who has experience with being dead and a great set of abs. Every time you’re close to convincing yourself to go back to the pool, the embarrassment of your mortifying first encounter pulls you back. No way you were going to see him again. Just because you were dead didn’t mean you’d lost all your dignity.

Your internal back-and-forth ends up not mattering because he ends up coming to you.

You spot his well-coifed head maneuvering through the tall shelves from where you’ve holed yourself up on the fourth floor mezzanine and watch as he weaves through the unassuming crowd, completely unnoticed, just like you.

He’s wearing clothes this time, which both disappointing and surprising since you haven’t quite figured out the mechanics or social expectations of how often ghosts should be changing clothes. In a pair of snug-fitted jeans with a Northwestern Athletics sweatshirt and a pair of high top Nikes, he takes the winding steps up to your unofficial perch two at a time . If this is what he looks like some 40 years dead, you can’t imagine what he looked like when he had a pulse, it must have been like staring into the sun.

“Hi,” he offers tentatively when he approaches, like he’s sure you’ll run off spooked.

“Hi.”

“Sorry to bother you, it’s just, well, my friend Robin told me she saw you here and I wanted to come by and apologize for what happened. At the pool. I truly had no idea, sometimes I just say things without thinking, which I am working on, trust me.”

You smile, appreciative but defeated, part of you was hoping he was coming up here to tell you that there had been some sort of mistake.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault, it was just a bit of shock, is all. I guess I’m still adjusting to this whole being dead thing,” you joke weakly.

“Yeah, about that, if you ever need help adjusting or learning the ropes or anything like that, I—we are always happy to help. There’s a few of us that band together and we’d love to have you. Truly,” he claws nervously at the back of his head as he makes his offer the tip of his sneaker digging into the worn library carpet.

“Thanks,” you say, genuinely, “I really appreciate that.”

He looks at you now, finally, and his gaze is golden, warm honey and it’s like a shot to the chest. Like you’ve promised him the moon. A hand is extended towards just slightly, a twitch, and you realize he’s expecting you to take it.

“I can’t right now, though,” you say, lamely and you watch his smile waver. Quickly you add, ”I need some time, I think, before it becomes permanent. If I go with you, I’m dead. Alone up here, I’m still just missing. Does that…make sense?”

He nods, furiously, “It makes total sense. You can come find me by the pool whenever you’re ready. I will be there.”

He makes a move to leave and you register the paper in his hand for the first time. It’s a flyer with your face on it, different than all the ones before.

“Wait, what is that?” You ask, fingers skimming the plush of his sweatshirt to get his attention.

“Oh, um,” he swallows thickly, “they’re having a vigil for you tonight, I wasn’t sure if you’d seen or if you were going, but if you were going, I was going to see if you wanted some company. “

His voice is small now and the regret is etched thickly on his face.

Fingers shaking, you extend a hand out for the flyer. Steve sighs but gently places it in your trembling grasp nonetheless.

It’s true, what he said about the vigil, you had no clue. You’re not sure how long you spend staring at your own face, long enough for the words to stop making sense, but not long enough for them to stop meaning anything.

Steve stays the entire time and when you sink to the floor, tear tracks heavy on your cheeks, he sinks with you. You cry, and he stays.

“I can’t go,” you admit, and then, in the same breath, plea, “How can I go?”

Next to you, Steve lets out a shuttering sigh.

“When I died, they did something similar, my parents came down from Indy and everything. I couldn’t bring myself to go either. But shit, maybe if I did, I would’ve gotten what I needed to move on from here. Closure or whatever. Or maybe not, who knows? But I will never know and I would hate for you to never know.”

It’s still too hard to go you decide, but you can’t pretend it’s not happening. Instead, the two of you sit on the roof of the library, feet dangling over the ledge watch a river of candlelight flowing through the center of campus. You can hear, faintly, as your friends make speeches talking about how kind you were, how good, how funny and undeserving until their voices fail from holding back tears.

You cry the whole time, but you don’t regret it.

The two of you stay sitting there far past the end, Steve’s arms wrapped around you, holding the pieces of you together.

After, when you’ve had enough of it all and the last candle has gone out, you turn to Steve and say, “thank you, that did make me feel better. You were right.”

He chuckles wryly.

“I don’t hear that I’m right very often,” he admits before cracking another smile, “but I could get used to hearing it, especially from you. Now, what do you say about getting some ice cream? No offense, but that thing was a total downer.”

You laugh, genuinely, not only at his joke, but the absurdity of it all before playfully shoving his shoulder. In response, Steve pretends to lose his balance and almost fall of the ledge and you both know it’s silly but it makes you smile so it’s worth it.

Dying is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to you, but at least you are not alone.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagines #Steve Harrington imagines #Steve Harrington x yn #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #school spirits!AU #ghost!steve Harrington

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leidensygdom · 8 days

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ENNU EPILOGUE RECAP!!

OKay! So, our campaign ended! Yesterday was the 81 session, and last one of it- Our DM did a wonderful job at running it. We basically got to ask them for the scenes we'd like to see, and the session was built around that. It's been three years, so it was wild to see it come to an end! Here's a recap tho (a lil bit more focused on my blorbos since they're the ones you know)

The epilogue happened two years after the campaign's end, with a couple of flashbacks going some time back

First scene was welcoming Blasma (one of the party members), who had been on a trip all this time to heal her soul at her grandpa's dubious laboratory. She's pretty okay currently- if we ignore soul healing is something theoretically impossible. Probably many questionable things happened there. Osten traveled with her to make sure she was doing okay

Next scene was her welcoming party. A bunch of shenanigans happened. Yxala tried so play cool aunt, got her a motorbike. They ended in somewhat odd terms and my girl was trying so bad to get her trust again

Pulsar and Tephra- each polycule's kids- appeared to be overall terribly adorable. Yxala talked a lot about her Sweet Potato. Tephra is Yxala and Relé's biological kiddo (as evidenced by the branched horns), 6 months old, and just one of these big hefty babies who is starting to munch on everything (here's a token of baby her, and what she's like grown up!)

we also got to see the closure of Mythannae, Yden and Jorven's polycule! Myth and Yden recovered their enchanted clothing business. They specialize in magical clothing adapted to specific needs- Like fireproof clothing for fire genasi, helmets with bag-of-holding like pockets so you can put them on with horns, that stuff. Jorven has now been working on music again. (For context, Myth was my previous character before I switched for Yxala!)

Blasma's player also had an epilogue for his previous character- she's a tired old lady, who is now joining another tired old lady to get in politics. An improvement, given they were cops before that

Centi got to resurrect the weird celestial wife of an old teacher of hers- Who had been snatched up by Sol Ascensus and transformed into a monster. I can't wait to show Niereva to y'all tho, she's a bit of a weird aminal (a mantis/naga-like aasimar)

She may have done a fucked up pact with a psychopomp tho-

We had Yxala's, Relent's and Uri's wedding, we knew that was coming! It took Urion a long while to recover from after the Deep Lab, and they still struggle a lot with that they did as The Onirist

We had a scene of Urion's recovery. Initially they didn't even want to come to terms with being Urion- They were The Onirist. Relé had a hard time forgiving them too, bc they DID hurt Relent a lot. Yxala was a bit more fine about it, even after having her heart carved out by them.

they're all going to therapy lol

There's actually a cult to The Onirist/Ataraxia now though! Some people loved the idea of a godly machine that could solve everyone's hurts and ailments, and they're asking for them to come back and fix the world. maybe the mind control microchips were fine, y'know

(uri isn't doing great about this)

We had the ceremony- Money and seeds are given to the partners as a sign of prosperity and life. They're gonna have a great garden.

The polycule drank (alcohol-free) wine imbued with each other's blood too bc ceremonies there go hard- (this one is seen as a bit more archaic)

And a major exchange between marrying partners is expected. They exchanged basses- They had them custom made many decades ago, with Urion's being based on clouds (after Relé), Relé's being based on fire (after Yxala), and Yxala's being based on bismuth crystals (after Uri's). Now Uri has the fiery bass, Relé has the bismuth one, and Yxala has the cloudy bass

Urion was the bassist for Demonwire, a group they were a part of with some other anarchist friends. This bass has a very long history and it's very significative. Yxala was a bit shocked.

After that, the wedding after-party took place. Blasma set a date with Osten- They didn't actually get romantically involved up until now (and it's probably gonna be very slow still gfhudhdgf)

I forgot to mention this but Urion and Relent are now involved with an organization to help the people who were affected by the Deep Lab and The Onirist's actions. Uri had a very awkward interview about it.

We had few other closure scenes here and there. Finding out two other npcs are marrying, the fact the weird undead guy somehow has a new kid, that stuff- and then we went onto the final one

Which was a concert by Demonwire. Urion played with them for the first time in 12 years, and gave an awkward speech, and it was super sweet and just a great point to end the campaign in!

With that, we're now set to go play the next campaign- Which will happen 8 years after this epilogue (ten years after the end of the major campaign events). I'm going to be playing Siegmund, one of Yxala's kids, and I'm very excited for that.

Yxala won't be doing any major stuff- She's gonna still go fight corpos in the streets and she's going back to the Mecha Derby (did y'all know she was a mecha pilot in a sports competition lmao. I'm working on her pilot fit, it's cool!). Urion is going to be back on Demonwire, mostly to raise funds for those hurt by The Onirist and Ataraxia, and will have a bigger role coming up- Specially given Siegmund's (and Vyxander, his twin) have a lot to do with that. Relent will also be doing some major stuff, but it will remain spoilery for a time. He's got some big things to handle!

I may have cried a bit at the end because it's been so long. I'm glad the characters won't be fully gone. Next campaign will have a lot more lore stuff to gush about- We're going to adventure outside the city, and meet people from all over the world. There's a country that uses souls in place of nuclear fission. It's gonna be wild! (And thank you for reading-)

#ennu #long post

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yoonzinuhh · 6 months

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run to you

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : seungcheol x reader,mingyu x reader (not a poly)

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : office au. boss x worker,co workers,fluff,smut,lil drama.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : contains smut (minors dni)

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i have no intentions in sexualising any artist,these just for entertainment purposes. let me know if you want to be added in the tag list (for the series/permanent tag)

series list , episode 1 , episode 2 , episode 3

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episode 4

things with seungcheol was pretty much simple. you stay late for work and end up fucking or you want to fuck so make excuses with work. which leads to him dropping you home almost everyday either you have sex or not. and with mingyu being busy on business trip it was easier. but you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him. he’s your closest friend after all.

just like any other day you end up with a hot makeout session with cheol infront of your house in his car,probably ending with him eating you out and praising about how good you taste. and whats little unlikely was-

“do you want to come over” you say breathlessly which has now lead to him thrusting you from behind,his fat cock hitting your spot with every bang,one hand gripping you by your shoulder and the other on your waist as he forced you to look at the mirror.

“seungcheol r-right there yes YES YES t-there” you moan out and he just goes faster. pulling you closer,his breath hitting the back of your neck he pounds faster.

“y/n im close” he gives out a warning and slowly snaking the hand that was against your waist little lower and circling your clit. you feel your knees going weak,your rest yourself onto his chest,gripping his arm little too hard. you both reach you high,moaning each other’s name,running out of breath.

he slowly brings you down as he rests his back onto the bed’s leg making you sit between his legs,stroking and kissing your hair gently. once he sees you relax he kneads the sides of your thighs.

“can you give me one more darling? if you’re good?” you were tired from all the stand fucking but you know he’s going to make you feel so good. so good that you keep asking for more. every single time. so you just nod.

“good..i’m going to make you feel so good.” gripping your jaw and making you look at your reflection. “eyes on mirror pretty..hm?”

your reflection..well,you look pathetic. your eyes are teary from pleasure,nipples hard,drool around your face dripping through your jaw,his and your cum oozing out of your hole. you look pathetic. but to him that was the prettiest view ever. he made you feel so good. he’s proud.

opening your legs wide he slipped his fingers onto your core covered with hot slickness. massaging your lips he slowly drew his fingers through your folds. breath hitching you clench around nothing closing your eyes tight at the sensation. removing contact you whimper.

“i said eyes on mirror”

and you obey. his other hand makes its way to your boobs kneading the flesh making you feel more,and more. you feel another orgasm approaching due to his phase. bucking and squirming against his back trying to close,he gripped your legs more harder holding them apart.

waves crashing,white fuzz all over your head,your toes curling you feel it burst and he doesn’t stop.

“c-cheol oh my god c-cheol s-stop CHEOL” and before you could even process you feel your liquids splash out and your thighs trembling as you shake hard against his chest,your body raising up in the air. you see a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see seungcheol’s eyes widen a bit soon turns into a smile.

feeling you drive out you hide your face onto his neck crook closing your eyes.

“that was so embarrassing i’m s-“

“y/n oh my god..that was so..so hot..we should do this more often” he winks giving your forehead a peck. after you were steady enough he took you up to the washroom for a small bath.

making sure you were all relaxed and cleaned he packed his things down.

“i guess i’ll leave then..”

and thats how it ends,the next day in office where you pretend nothing happened. like every other day.

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“he’s going to die in my hands” you mumble to yourself looking at your phone.

15 messages,4 missed calls,you were standing infront of sick mingyu’s house.

sighing you almost walk away when he opens the door at your last ring.

“y/n?” he said with a yawn. you were mad but he looked little too cute with that yawn and little too sick to be flicked on his head.

entering his house like it’s your own you put down the food and medicines you bought for him. turning back at him who looked like a confused puppy you raise your brows.

“do you have no habit of even looking through you phone ? or atleast inform someone how you’re doing when that someone calls you every hour to check on you ?” you basically rap while having your hands on his forehead to check his body temperature.

“worse. you still have fever” you sigh while glancing at his side table filled with all kinds of packed food,ramen and cans of soda.

“you’re fucking kidding. mingyu what’s wrong with you why do you- YOU ARE PUSHING 30” you storm in clearing his table while he’s just..standing.

“y/n..my mouth can’t taste anything..and..i made a mess in kitchen so my food is just..i just want to taste something okay” here. he makes that creasy face. somewhere between crying and annoyance. but god mingyu feels so grateful to have you as a friend. but he hates that too,that you’re just his friend.

“and that’s why i made you food and called you fifty thousand times but you just wouldn’t pick up” you say moving to his kitchen to throw the wastes.

“YOU’RE CRAZY DON’T EVEN GET INTO THIS KITCHEN AGAIN” you shout from inside and peak out to see him giggle while opening the food you made.

“okay mom”

“mingyu wait..have these first” you rush in to search through the bag to find his pills.

looking up you find him staring. he stares and stares. “y/n relax” he says as he walks onto you staring at you intensely. and for some reason you felt nervous. the way he looked at you,walked at you. something feels wrong.

you back off as he walks closer until you hit the table. he breaks the eye contact by glancing at your lips twice and going back to catch your eyes.

he wants to kiss you. he always wanted to. ever since you started bringing him food just so he doesn’t get sick. ever since you let him cry because of his family on your shoulder or ever since you held his hand tight during the roller coaster ride.

to be honest he felt bad. maybe he is mistaking your care for him. but he needs to do something before it’s too late.

“are you and mr.choi a thing..by any chance?”

a single no nod from you. thats all he wanted.

he gently places his lips onto yours,kissing you softly while his hands find the back of your head. he kissed you. mingyu kissed you. but you don’t.

hope you guys like this !! lmk to be tagged <33

tags : @shadowyjellyfishfest @thepoopdokyeomtouched @leah-rose03 @wonwootakemyheart @aaniag @fragmentof-indifference

#seventeen #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff #mingyu x reader #mingyu #scoups #scoups fanfic #scoups x reader #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #seventeen mingyu #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen scoups #seventeen scenarios

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dumplingsjinson · 1 month

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an update on cat guy because it's been a hot minute since i've done one, i think. i don't remember if i've talked about him lately so here goes.

i had a date with cat guy on monday night; met his extended family again for his cousin's birthdy party (which i was informed about ON MONDAY MORNING SO I WAS LIKE HUH), was somehow roped into being in some of the pictures as well so i'm like- oh. they remember me, but i don't remember their names lmfao weflnewklnf

i ended up staying over (like i've been doing literally every date now lmfao).

ANYYWAAYYY, we've been having this thing where tickle fights (started by my menace self) would turn into his face being so close to mine, and i'd have to resist the temptation to kiss him just because i love playfighting with him (because i know once i give in, he'd kiss me hard and wouldn't let me go for a damn while) even though it ends up with me losing EVERY TIME.

and i also just love hearing him laughing. like, sometimes he'd try to kiss me and i'd pretend to give in and then be like HAHA no- we STILL HAVE MORE OF THIS TO GO!

whenever i actually give up because i lowkey tired myself out with all the resisting, he'd move in closer and... well, yeah.

FORGIVE A GIRL FOR GIVING INTO THE TEMPTATION OF RELIEVING THAT SEXUAL TENSION OKAY.

(TMI below the line, if you don't want to see me share the details then spare yourself lmfao)

now that's out of the way.

things would get pretty hot and heavy (my question to him last night, verbatim, after we calmed down a little: "how do we always end up like this?" and mfer goes "is there a problem with that?" in his usual teasing tone while holding me even closer to him EVERY GOD DAMN TIME.

and no, i'm not complaining, because i have needs and wants and i am not someone who's afraid to admit that and usually i want that to happen which is why i start the tickle fights HAHAH

so that night, let's just say i was being a very needy lil shit (his thigh was involved) and i was like blabbering and being all like "this is so embarrassing" in a soft whine, and this man goes:

"it's so hot," in that husky voice of his.

FUCKING EXCUSE-

he also called me his good girl once again AND IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME FEEL SO SHY LKWENFWEKN

anyways.

after that first session (yes we had another one afterwards, stfu-), i was telling him how i wanna make him feel good too (he's always the one making me feel good and i felt so selfish for receiving so much and giving so little).

he proceeds to tell me, "you make me happy. i like making you feel good and as long as you feel good and you're happy, then i feel good, too."

and me, while stroking his hair and feeling guilty with the knowledge that he's usually the one giving, "but are you happy?" (and when i asked that, even though he already said i make him happy, i meant like... is he really happy?? considering how, in my head, he was giving so much and i wasn't returning much. not because i don't want to but because he never asks for much even when i straight up ask him what he wants me to do with him. i'm just someone who very easily doubts things).

and motherfucker on a truck (the sweetheart that he fucking is onrgklfnw), goes: "yeah. i'm happy when you're happy, because i love you so much" and lays his head on my chest and i'm likeee HELLLPPPPPP ofnewklnfw 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

after like a moment or two because my brain is a piece of laggy shit, i mutter a soft "i love you, too" and hold him closer to me bECAUSE I'M BAD AT EXPRESSING MY AFFECTIONS WITH WORDS AND SAYING I LOVE YOU IS NOT SOMETHING THAT NATURALLY COMES TO ME EVEN WHEN IT'S SAID TO ME FIRST OKAY, LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE

i've asked him plenty of times prior to this time what he wants me to do with him and it all boils down to this: he's someone who likes to please, rather than to be pleased.

which is fair enough, but i did tell him if he ever wants me to do anything, he can tell me.

but yeah. all this happened.

and i can't wait to see him again for his friend's birthday party, which he invited me to wlknfe

it's so funny bc i feel like i'm slowly entering his world and i'm part of his comfort zone now.

he's also an insufferable piece of shite and a right old prat at times, but i love him either way <3

he also did suggest something he's wanted to try but never got around to doing so after that talk of ours, which lead into the second session SAURRR

:))) i love him-

#cat guy chronicles #long post #personal #love life rambles

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tahdashi · 2 years

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COFFEE BREATH

synopsis: working with your boyfriend is fun — he makes messes, you clean them up. some messes, however, aren’t a part of the job description.

notes: barista!suna x barista!reader, university AU, fluff! maybe a lil suggestive towards the end? warning: i have no experience working at a cafe and it shows.

wc: 1.2k

you and suna have known each other for approximately two and a half years. you remember the way his daunting figure shadowed over yours as he sat next to you in your intro psychology class. he wasn’t one to start conversations, but he had an endless supply of witty comments to go along with the professor’s lectures.

and after a year of hanging out between classes, filling soda cups with ice cream in the dining halls to sneak them into class, and late-night trips to the convenience store after a long study session, you and rintaro have become more than friends. he asked to be your boyfriend a little over a year ago — despite not being the best at expressing his feelings, he knew that spending all this time with you meant something to him. hell, even atsumu knew that you two had something more. (“why else would ya be checkin’ your hair every time ya go hangout with them?” he had a point.)

and when you told rintaro that you wanted a job to make some extra cash during the school year, you didn’t expect him to look for jobs with you.

“aren’t you on a scholarship? they’re paying you to be here,” you joked, pinching his cheek at his enthusiasm.

“yeah, but then we can spend more time together,” he told you nonchalantly. “when’s the last time we hung out? you’re always studying, and i have practice all the time.”

he was right. this semester’s been quite rough for the both of you — volleyball practice kept rintaro booked and busy, while studying for all your classes took up most of your time.

luckily, finding a job wasn’t too bad, but the downside was that the only available jobs were the least desirable — resident assistant (dealing with underclassmen sounded like a nightmare), secretary for the office of financial aid (“i’d fall asleep on the phone,” rintaro quipped when you offered the idea), and barista at the library cafe (which didn't sound too bad, but to rintaro’s dismay, you two were going to be responsible for opening). nonetheless, you needed a job, and the cafe was your favorite place to visit between classes, so why not?

morning shifts weren’t terrible. although rintaro would describe them as "soul-sucking" and "brutal", they were actually quite peaceful. it was only the two of you in the morning, along with the manager who’d pop into the front from time to time. and even though you haven’t told your manager that you and rintaro were dating, you’re sure she already knew since she’s given rintaro a talk on professionalism far too many times after the word “babe” slipped from his mouth on occasion.

this morning, like most, was tiring. even the 2010s pop playlist playing on the speakers couldn’t bring up your spirits. when you walked into the cafe, rintaro was already throwing his apron over his college hoodie. he looked exhausted — the exam last night probably took the life out of him like it did you.

"you look like shit,” you murmured the greeting quietly as you grabbed your own apron.

“good morning to you, too,” he huffs, a soft smile dancing across his lips. he licks his lips, a swift glide across them, before ushering you to come towards him. "c'mere."

his soft, pink lips touch yours gently, his hands fall to the front pockets of your apron, pulling you even closer if that was even possible. your eyes widen and a gasp leaves your lips before you’re doing everything in your ability to push him away from you.

"rintaro! what are you doing?" you’re both breathing heavily despite the kiss being a gentle, lingering one.

"what do you mean? no one’s here." he’s always so laid back and composed, his opaline eyes looking down at you without a single worry behind them.

"dumbass, there are cameras," you whisper-yell, as if that would cover up the little scene you two were brewing behind the counter.

"boss doesn't check the cameras every day," he continues to prep the espresso machines lined up along the wall.

"how do you know that? what if we were both about to get massive raises or promotions? huh? we could’ve lost that because of one stupid kiss,” you follow him as he brings out the coffee grounds from the supply closet. “the kiss wasn’t even good, by the way.”

rintaro stops in his tracks and turns around to face you. and with a small smirk playing on his lips, he turns his head knowingly. “oh yeah? why’s that?”

“your breath tastes like coffee,” you respond. “and toothpaste.”

“yours doesn’t taste any better. you had a banana, didn’t you?” he fakes a gag before moving past you to set up the pastry case.

"whatever. i’m gonna go brew the coffee."

having done this for a while, you two set up efficiently — you let him take care of the machines and pastries while you brew the coffee and teas in advance for peak hours. a few minutes later, rintaro walks over, the scent of his cologne, although weaker than the coffee, brings you comfort.

"we'll tell her it was an accident." your boyfriend’s a genius, really. despite not thinking the kiss was a big deal, he felt bad. he was used to getting yelled at by your manager, but the thought of you being put through that makes him feel sick to his stomach.

"rintaro. you literally kissed me. 'c'mere',” you mock his deep voice and pretend to lean in for a kiss. a laugh leaves your lips as his eyes narrow at your mockery.

"you worry too much."

"and you aren't careful enough."

"okay, okay, i won't kiss you ever again,” he offers. he’s standing next to you now, preparing the cold brew that’s been quite popular lately due to the spring heat. his shoulder touches yours and it takes everything in you to not relax into his body like you would when you’re alone.

"damn right you won't," and he scoffs. he knows you can’t go a single day without his kisses, but he decides to indulge himself.

"not even before my games," he quips. you roll your eyes, knowing that won't happen. the truth is, you both can’t go a day without being in each other’s embrace, placing kisses all over the other’s face until your stomachs hurt from laughing.

"okay bud, gotcha."

"so i'm bud now? what happened to babeee,” he draws out. “or baby, or rinnie?" he faux pouts and changes the pitch of his voice to match yours.

and suddenly, he’s behind you, his mouth less than a few inches away from your ear. his breath fans your skin while his hand quickly touches your waist before hiding away in his apron pocket.

“or rin….” he moans breathily, just quiet enough to be heard over the coffee machines. you take a sharp breath in out of pure shock, and turn around quickly to slap his shoulder until he leaves you alone. he laughs on his way to the supply room, grabbing the large syrup cases while you try to hide your flustered expression (but of course, he sees your mouth twitch in an attempt to hide your laugh).

the shift goes by quickly. rintaro throws you a couple winks like he always does, and you clean up his spills. and during your break, he comes to you with your favorite drink in hand, taking a sip first and then offering it to you.

"an indirect kiss, you know, since you’ll never let me kiss you again."

reblogs & feedback are always appreciated!

#sorry i had to repost bc i wasn't showing up in the tags :(#unedited >.<#suna x reader #suna fluff #suna rintaro #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna x y/n #suna x you #haikyu x reader #sayu.writes

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queencherryberry · 1 year

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So I wrote this trying a different point of view. It’s a self insert. I physically don’t have kids of my own but I feel when I meet Mr. Right I’ll end up having a boy. The name I used is what I plan on naming my future son. It’s not nsfw. Fluff incoming and hinted smut but no reward. This is an installment while I work on part 2 of Beautiful Mistakes.

@randy-ortons-chair I know you’ll love this.

Self-insert fic

You were putting on your make up when you heard your 4 year old Tejay struggling with something. You peaked out of the bathroom and saw him struggling to button his pants. “Do you want help sweetie?” You asked him. Since Tejay was nonverbal he caved in defeat and started pouting. He shuffled over you and hugged your leg. He sniffed. You bent down and helped him with the button and ruffled his caramel red hair. “It’s ok to ask for help sweetheart.” You said kissing his forehead. Raising a toddler was hard but you were glad you had such a little gentleman around to help you. “Mommy’s gotta finish her makeup and then we can head over uncle Matt’s. Ok?” Tejay got excited and nodded.

Once at Matt’s you set Tejay down and let him go play with Matt’s 3 older children. You had known Matt for a little over a year and you even helped him through his divorce. You walked to the kitchen to see if Matt needed help cooking. You placed your hand lightly on his lower back to let him know that were behind him.

“Oh hey Faith. You and Tejay just here?” Matt greeted turning around and giving you a side hug. You guys have been friends for a while but sometimes you’d imagine him and yourself as more. You could only imagine though, you didn’t want push a new relationship on him nor rush into one. “You and Tejay want to stay for movie night? If it gets too late you guys can stay over.” Matt pulled you from your thoughts and you looked confused before you processed what he asked you. “We’d love to but Tejay doesn’t have any clothes for the next morning. He gets a little picky.” You sheepishly replied. “We can figure something out. Zach might have some of his old clothes somewhere. I’ll check later. Here.” Matt handed you a glass of your favorite wine. You happily took it and sipped it.

After dinner it was movie time. With the help of his kids Matt had managed to find his sons old clothes and had Tejay pick out a set of pajamas. “Pick what you want lil’ bro.” Matt set the clothes infront of Tejay. Tejay pointed to the top and bottoms he wanted. “Need help changing lil’ bro?” Matt asked and got a nod from Tejay in response. “Who do you want to help you? Me? Zach? Or mommy?” You blushed hearing Matt refer to as ‘mommy’. You start thinking the wine was getting to you. Tejay pointed to Matt. You smiled at your son’s cuteness as you finished your last glass of wine.

After about an hour into the movie matt had an arm around your shoulder and Tejay was curled up in your lap gripping your shirt and his thumb in his mouth passed out. You leaned into Matt’s arm and rested your head on his shoulder. You yourself was getting tired. Matt must’ve noticed this a suggested Tejay sleep in Zach’s room. He paused the movie and got up and stretched from sitting for a while.

After putting Tejay to bed and Matt’s kids calling it a night as well it was just the two of you. You both sat back on the couch to finish the movie. His arm was back around your shoulder and he pulled you close. “ You know, if no one has told you ‘you’re doing great as a single mother’ then they don’t see the sacrifices you make for your son. Tejay is lucky to have a mother like you.” You blushed at Matt’s words. You definitely think that the wine was kicking in. You grabbed Matt by the face and kissed him. Instead of pulling away from you he pulled you into his lap and kissed back. He held your mid back with one hand and your hip with his other hand.

Ten minutes into the make out session and things were getting heated between you and Matt. His hands were searching every inch of your skin underneath your shirt. He was about take your shirt off when a cry came from the doorway of the living room. You turned your head to see Tejay upset and tired. You assumed he had a nightmare and was about to ask him what was wrong. “I potty.” He fussed rubbing his eyes pouting and tired. Your jaw dropped hearing your son speak for the first time since he was two. You blinked a few times in shock as Tejay grew more agitated. He kept rubbing his eyes and started crying. You got off Matt’s lap and fixed yourself up and walked over to your son. “Do you have to go potty or did you have an accident?” You knelt down and asked him. “Pottied” he sniffed. You sighed and apologized to Matt. “It’s not a big deal. Every kid does it when they’re potty training right? We’ll just get him new clothes. You like dinosaurs little buddy?” Matt said readjusting himself and getting up. He went to go find the clothes for Tejay. You walked Tejay to the bathroom and found the puddle accident infront of the bathroom door. You breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn’t wet the bed. You opened the door and stripped him and set him on the toilet while you cleaned up the mess.

After getting Tejay settled back down you laid in bed with Matt. “You know, I think Tejay deserves a sibling.” Matt whispered. You went from tired to blushing real quick. You looked over at Matt to say something before being hit in face accidentally by Tejay who passed out between the two of you.

#matt riddle imagine #matt riddle #self insert #bookshelf

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moon-ursidae · 2 years

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GAME SESSION 3 RECAP

i took 2 days off bc day 1 i was super ultra mega tired, and yesterday i was in a lot of pain. BUT WE’RE BACK AT IT TODAY

i watched some of the retro replay playthrough w troy and nolan ft. various guests and getting an insight on this game makes it even more meaningful than it already is.

of course, spoilers for both the games and the hbo series below!!

hours played: around 8 hours? less breaks this time

ALRIGHT SO

kickin’ it off in the financial district!

these hunter trucks fucking SUCK

HENRY AND SAM!!!! YYEEEESSSSS

joel was beatin the shit out of him dude goddamn

this must be nice for ellie to finally have someone around her own age to interact with other than grumpy man joel

i also like how joel is taking up the rear now. the adults are on the outside while to kids are on the inside. cool lil details man

SHIV DOOR!! and it’s a whole apartment?? fuck yea

i’ve been meaning to mention this but i like that you can hear joel breathing. it’s a great way to add to the immersion and a little look in on what joel’s feeling. awesome awesome details

UGH sam just wants to be a kid dude :( i feel bad i wanna take the toy to give to him later. but henry’s right about only taking what you have to

OH MY GOD THERE’S AN UNCHARTED BOARD GAME IN HERE!! AND JAK AND DAXTER!!

omg there’s one that’s called the turning and it looks like ellie is on the front of it w another girl. i totally forget what her name is but i think it’s alluding to the left behind dlc?

STOP ELLIE WAKING JOEL UP🥺

OH MY GOD THEY’RE LEAVING??

STOP ELLIE “we stick together” AAHHHH🥺🥺🥺

“did you just see me?” “don’t let it go to your head. let it get to theirs” KAHSKSHAKSV

the way that she trusts him to keep her afloat!! they’ve come so far already!!

“hey you” 🥺

“he saved me too” after ELLIE says that, then he eases up. HOLY FUUUCK DUDE 🥲

only after she says that THEN he reconsiders what he was about to do. fuckin hell man the writing and the acting is AMAZING

i’m glad to be outside of a city again. they stress me tf out.

ISH!! i’ve been waiting to find his stuff!

omg ellie whistling “sounds like a spaceship! i don’t even know what a spaceship sounds like” i LOVE HER

ish was hella smart tho choosing to live out on a boat for a while. then living in the sewers lmao. “i’m gonna be a sewer mole-man”

alright took a dinner break before pressing forward :)

i don’t like the sound of these clickers behind the door. knowing my luck i’ll have to deal with them

this area made by, i’m assuming, ish is so cute!! ellie and sam being kids for a little moment! so sweet!

the world is so rich with story dude. the notes i keep finding down here, specifically kyle’s note? goddamn. and what’s under the tarp? heartbreaking dude. “jesus” is right joel. fuck

uh oh spaghetti-o’s!! we got seperated! the way that joel TOWERS over sam is kinda funny to me tho

listen i was horrible w a bow but now i kinda love it not gonna lie

THE WARNING ON THE OTHER SIDE💀

these quiet moments between are really nice. the dialogue is always super interesting

DOGS!!

this house was DEFINITELY a bachelor pad bro. the neon cocktail sign above the kitchen? the dartboard? the decor? definitely a bachelor pad

also sam and ellie playing darts was super cute

YUHHH BRINGIN SAM AND HENRY W US TO TOMMY’S WOOO

wyoming??? and we’re only in PA???? goddamn we got a WAYS to go

skip ohio tho it’s cursed

JOKE BOOK TIME!!!

bro they don’t get the pizza joke?? they’ve never had pizza?? THESE POOR KIDS

oh shit sam’s got jokes too!! fuck yea!!

kids bein kids man this is what they need.

god this is so pretty

that sniper scared the fucking shit outta me

ellie telling joel to be careful🥺

oh my god the horde coming in was INTENSE

it’s nice to see joel lettin loose a bit sharing stories w henry and ellie :)

i have ellie to thank for that mefinks

“i’m scared of ending up alone” UUUGGHHH ELLIE I WANNA HUG YOU

i do remember what happens here, which hits different when sam talks about how the people might be trapped inside of the virus, conscious but not able to control themselves. saying he’s scared that it’ll happen to him

kids shouldn’t have to have philosophical conversations like this dude it’s really sad to see

I FUCKIN KNEW ELLIE PICKED THAT TOY UP WHEN I DIDN’T SEE IT ON THE FLOOR

i was gonna say that i wish they put some kind of music in the back when we’re shown sam’s bite, but the silence makes it more impactful

uh oh. it’s too domestic in here something bad is gonna happen like i dunno maybe SAM MIGHT BE DEAD OR ALMOST TURNED??

oh fuck no i didn’t wanna be right why he doin that no no no

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

BOTH OF THEM?? UUUUUUGH FUCKIN A DUDE

henry actually seemed happy last night :(

and the way joel looked afterward? god fucking damnit dude.

and the music?? i- 🫠😥

this game is basically teaching me to never get attached to characters ever

FALL??

that’s quite the fuckin jump dude

JACKSON?? yuh yuh yuh

i didn’t know that they introduced jackson in the first game!

the environment here is really pretty. the trees and the mountains in the back? very peaceful

new clothes for the duo very niiice

“i don’t know what i’m feelin” i could not imagine bro joel and tommy might be completely different fucking people than when they last saw each other

“i believe his last words to me were i don’t ever wanna see your god damned face again” your honor, they are brothers

and the way joel is kinda gettin in digs at tommy when he’s explaining what happened to ellie saying that he’s a quitter lmao

i also noticed that ellie is closer behind joel and that she’s progressively gotten closer to him as the story has progressed. THE LITTLE DETAILS MAN UGH

this shit is gonna look GORGEOUS when the remake comes out

i wish i had a ps5 dude ugh

“i know. step on the fucking palette” i love that even she’s annoyed lmao

“be careful crossing that thing” “i will” such father daughter stuff right here

SHUT THE HELL UP THE HIGH FIVE??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“that’s too small of a grave” :(

i know joel is trying to teach ellie to not get attached and to not ruminate on things for so long, but i feel like she needs to be able to talk about it even just a little bit dude. she said she wants to talk about it but joel immediately shot it down and just wants to move on. UGH joel stop being so dad rn

them talking about finding something to eat ugh so father daughter bro 🥲

TOMMY!!!!!

STOP I’M GONNA CRYYYYYY

HORSES!! YESSSSSS I CAN PAT THE HORSE!!

it’s like i’m playin red dead now LMAO

ellie doesn’t want joel to leave her🥺

TOMMY GOT THE PICTURE OF JOEL AND SARAH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“i’m good” WHAT??? the way that i gasped SO LOUD

the way that i’m literally crying over a picture of a fictional father and daughter and the father of said daughter is like “i’m good” JOEL WHAT?

AND DOGS??? BUCKLEY??

buckley we are bffs. i have declared so as i have pat you on your cute lil head

i really am playin red dead now lmao

i don’t like that there’s cover boxes and bottles laying about

joel’s makin it sound like just tommy is gonna take her out west. if ellie doesn’t like going to eat with maria without joel, i have a feeling that she’s simply not going to go out west without him.

bro joel sounds like he wants to get rid of ellie. i do not like this

🚨FAMILY FEUD🚨

oh shit there’s actual alarms now

the camera angle during the scene after the bandit raid where ellie is explaining everything at turbo speeds while joel is trying to check on her is SO GOOD

it’s like tommy and maria are watching them and noticing their relationship and that they care about each other.

AGAIN THE MUSIC??? KAHAKSHOABDOSH

“what’s that all about?” oh ellie… ellie ellie ellie

maria’s right though. and she has every right to be angry. tommy has way more on the line than joel does

“here we go” LMAOO

“it’s best this way” is it bc joel knows he won’t be able to let her go? he can’t deal with the pain so he wants to cut it off before it goes any deeper? UGH idk dude i’m just so emotional rn

ellie knew something was gonna happen bro. SHE wanted to leave before anyone could leave her. UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH

now i’m REALLY playing red dead lmao it feels weird not tapping X at all

“i don’t know what’s goin on” JOEL YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT’S UP

THE MUSIIIIICCCCCCCCUUUHHHHH

i just used like all my fucking ammo… FUCK

i think the song that’s playing is called “the choice”???

uh ooohhhhh here comes the scene about ellie not being joel’s daughter 🫠

THE URGENCY IN HIS VOICE

THE WORRY

WHEN HE’S CALLING FOR ELLIE STOP

i found a comic upstairs and he said “another comic of her’s” I AM SCREAMIINNNGGGG

the hesitancy when she told him to admit that he wanted to get rid of her

and then he just changes the subject

is joel worried that he’s not enough to protect her?? is that what’s happening here?? “i trust him more than i trust myself” joel you’ve broght this girl from boston to wyoming what do you MEAN bro

the way he shifts everytime sarah is mentioned 🥺

i’m gonna start fucking crying again

JOEL.

J O E L.

“i sure as hell ain’t your dad. we are going our seperate ways” JOOOEEEELLLLLL

and ellie staring at the floor leaning up against the dresser :(

god the look on their faces during the ride back to jackson. joel looks guilty and ellie looks so fucking sad

“eh. you know me my mind’s all made up” i’m genuinely fucking crying right now why like i-

now i’m thinking about the bts of pedro and bella on the horse at the university!! YUUH

“you good?” “i’m good” BC THEY’RE GONNA STAY TOGETHER YYEEESSSS SLAYYY

i get why the choice was playing lmao

THE HOUR!! YEESSS! i really like this one :)

AWE joel explaining football to ellie 🥺

JACKETED JOEL YESSSSSS

i’m like super emotional rn i don’t understand

callus hahaha

this just feels comfy. fall. layers. the colors. the horse. the apocalypse. KIDDING. but yea everything else feels cozy

FLAMETHROWER!

ellie holding on to joel is so fuckin cute

“watch yourself” “you too” i’m so proud of how far they’ve come

alright i stopped before dropping into spores bc i am tired and in pain lmao i don’t feel like dealing w more infected rn

all in all, HOLY FUCKING SHIT. lots of emotions this time. lots of tears. lots of sweat. very very emotional.

idk it feels like a privilege to play this game to me? maybe that’s why i waited 9 years to play it? which i’m glad that i did bc my love for storytelling and my eye for certain things has grown a lot over the past year, and i feel like i can enjoy the experience of the game more.

i also feel like i’m more mature enough to play it now? it always scared me to play, which it still does, but i feel like i’m more equipped to handle the subject matters and the material.

i know that i still have a lot of emotional turmoil to get through, so i will save it for tomorrow!

#the last of us spoilers #the last of us #tlou spoilers #tlou #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #henry and sam tlou #mads plays the last of us!🌿#joel miller🌿

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Day 19 <3

Late night writing ~ 10:26 pm January 18th, 2024, Thursday

I'm currently sitting on the floor in front of our heater, getting all nice and cozy. :) I was checking some updates and felt in the mood to do a quick lil' writing. Which might be shorter than normal since I am pretty tired. ;)

To start out, I'll say that my day today was a good one! Which is something that I need to focus on more: the good things that happen in the day. Work was pretty good, I had a good vibe going with customers-it was a day where I felt very happy to have my job. <3 Other than it being cold in the shop, it was a good shift! (the heater has been having a hard time catching up to the cold weather lately) After work I stopped by the library (for the second time in a row) to pick up some books. :) I had stopped by yesterday and got a pile of graphic novels, then after reading one of them I really wanted to go get more of the books from the same author.

I have very much been in the mood to read good-feel graphic novels, mostly middle-grade type books, but I love them. They give me just the right amount of comfort and interest. :)

So at the library I picked up only one other book by this author, since there was only one left, but I grabbed two other books that seemed interesting. I had been trying to scope out some graphic novels with Aspec representation and where with some of them, I can just view it from that perspective, but I only ended up finding one that really sounds like it has that representation. I haven't read it yet but I guarantee that I'll be writing about it. ;)

(illustration I found on pinterest) <3

When I got home, I chilled a bit and watched some Doctor Who, ate lunch, watched some Hilda (just started and I love it so much), took a nap, and then took a shower before my plans for the evening. It was one of those "Third Thursday" events I've written about in past posts. :) I met up with one of my friends and we went to it together. It was a fun time, I'm glad I was able to go and hang out!

I came home a little after 8:30, when it had been snowing again-ahg-but it seemed like very light snow. It was mainly very windy, but hopefully soon the spring weather finally starts blooming its flowers! I chatted with my mom for a little while, then changed into comfy pajamas and nestled onto the couch to read. I finished Remarkably Ruby earlier when I came home from work and started the other book from that author: Just Jaime. So I read that one for quite some time until I wanted to snack on some, well, snacks, and put on Hilda. And now, I'm writing. ;)

I have some fun weekend plans too! Tomorrow, I work my normal schedule, then, at 6 I have my DnD (Dungeons and Dragons) meeting with my sister, brother-in-law, and my brother-in-law's best friend. I know it sounds like a strange mix of people, but it's actually so much fun. I *think* we're ready for either session 4 or session 5, but I am excited! My sister and her hubby (bro-in-law) will pick me up for it since I'm going to be crashing at their apartment for the weekend! I thought it would be fun to hang out with them again since I hadn't for a while. Plus, I think I could use a change of scenery, even if that scenery change is only 45 minutes away. ;) So, I'll be going home with them too and staying until Sunday, when my parents will pick me up and I'll go to their church with them and Bible study! I am a bit excited for that as well, hopefully it'll be a good time!

The pretty sky this morning. :)

So, lots of fun things happening. I've been feeling like I should do more when I come home from work, though I just rarely ever feel like it. But, I mean, if I'm filling my days with good things for me that I enjoy, then that's great! I think I gotta get it out of my head that I have to be doing all these things that I don't really want to do. It probably plays in with the fact that most of my friends are in college and seem to be doing bigger things right now. Which sure, they are doing great things, but so am I!! And I just need to realize that and remind myself of that more often. Just because my life doesn't look like theirs does not mean that mine isn't lovely and successful and just enjoyable! I'm doing great, and that's something I gotta tell myself more often. :) (and if it's something you need to do too, here is your reminder!)

Well folks, I'll see you in the next one,

Thalia <3

#journaling #focusing on me writing series #day nineteen #hilda netflix #books #good days :)#aspec

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