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passivenovember · 7 months

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Billy knows he's pregnant because he has a double whopper with no cheese on the way home from Loch Nora.

Billy hates the Burger King. It tastes like cardboard and the cheese burns noxious holes in his stomach, probably, but things change when you're gonna be a mom.

A dad. Whatever.

Steve Harrington shoots his wad and, like magic, like Steve Harrington's spunk has turned everything inside him into stardust, Billy can't get enough of the shit. He'd buy cologne made of BK's burger fat, if he could, and spend all day sucking on his wrist like a dog.

So. Billy's pregnant. It's obvious. Among other things.

And no one ever said Steve Harrington was smart, not in any way that matters, and Billy can't learn his lesson. They fuck on Thursday night because apparently this is a middle-of-the-week kind of arrangement, now, and Harrington comes apart inside of Billy because you're on the pill, Malibu, it's okay.

Billy likes it. Lets him. Thinks, there's probably no harm in it now that he's no longer the Virgin Mary. It feels immaculate, anyhow, that this could happen.

Steve fucks into him sloppy, losing his rhythm until he spills, and tears swamp Billy's vision so he misses the whole fuckin' thing. The main show.

He wants to keep the baby. No one ever said Billy was smart, either.

But there are things in this life he'll keep to himself. He's allowed that. He shares so much with Max and Steve, and by association all the other fucking people that love Steve, and it gets old.

He can have this.

Billy thinks that this could be just for him.

"Fuck, Billy," Steve pulls out, but not before peppering Billy's face with soft butterfly kisses. His breath smells like them. Like blueberry seeds, underneath it all, "Goddamn, your pussy's magic."

Billy's hole runs sloppy. Too fucked out to hold anything in.

Billy almost laughs out loud, because. It's magic. It's a joke, right, his pussy swallowed and now there's--

"Love that thing you do with your hips. Love the sounds you make when my shaft rubs--"

"You're a fucking pervert."

"I was normal, before you let me hit," Steve trails damp, sticky fingers through Billy's chest hair. "You hungry?"

I'm pregnant. "No."

"Sure?" Steve rolls closer on the mattress, nosing Billy's damp, pillow-squashed curls out of the way, "You smell like you could eat a fucking village."

"I'm fine."

"Orphans and all, baby."

"So fucking weird."

Steve hums. Pulls on Billy's earring with his teeth and then licks a wet, fat stripe over his bonding patch. Teasing. "If you're hungry I could get us food."

"I'm fine."

"Really, I just need to put some shorts on and I'm outta here, fuckin'. Pedal to the metal--"

"Jesus Christ, I said I'm not hungry so fucking drop it, asshole," Billy shoves away, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He feels around on the carpet for his jeans, his t-shirt, his converse.

Steve runs out of him, gluing him to 500 count Egyptian Cotton. Pisses him off.

"Billy," Steve says.

Billy tugs his socks on. He was freezing, apparently. Never realized it. His teeth chatter so he stoops, reaching for the closest hoodie shaped thing in their heap of discarded clothes, and then.

"You don't have to go, baby," Steve pokes him between the shoulder blades, gentle as a falling leaf. "Please stay."

"You're pissing me off."

"What else is new."

"I'm gonna--"

Steve wraps around Billy like a blanket, cock soft and sticky against Billy's tailbone. His legs are lean and strong, all muscle and good intentions, just like the rest of him.

Billy hates it.

He melts back against Steve's chest, anyway, vision swamped again.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong, or do I gotta beg?"

"Little manners might be nice."

"Billy Hargrove. Please tell me what's got you smelling like a sugar factory caught fire." Steve pets through his hair. Knows how it turns Billy to putty. Has to. "Omega troubles?"

Billy bites down on the inside of his cheek. Tastes blood. "You wouldn't get it."

"I could try," Steve tells him. His lips are soft against he back of Billy's neck, at his ear lobe, on the tense knob of his shoulder. "Please. Tell me so I can fix it."

"You can't," Billy says, traitor voice cracking open, raw, "You can't fix it. It's mine."

My life. My baby.

"Okay," Steve says easily. Kind and good and sweeter than anything Billy could ever deserve, "Stay the night, so I can cook for you before you fall asleep, and again in the morning."

Billy swallows, throat clicking like a dead lighter. Can't breathe, can't--

"It's alright," Steve kisses his neck, "Everything will feel better in the morning."

"We never should've started this bullshit," Billy sits up, heart lurching at the soft, pained noise Steve lets out into the air between them. He can't handle this shit. He can't do this, he can't--

"Billy--

"I'm pregnant," Billy says to Steve's Duran-Duran poster. Can't believe how young he feels, in this moment. Can't begin to wrap his head around the fact that he's twenty years old, and he's in Hawkins, Indiana, and he's going to have a fucking baby with someone who's got such a shitty taste in music, and--

He wants it.

More than he's ever wanted anything. Billy opens his mouth to say it, to scream it at the popcorn stucco, watching like a trillion angel eyes overhead.

But Steve breathes, like an old car trying to start. "You're sure?" He asks.

Billy's shaking even though Steve is a warm, solid weight against his back, burning them up. "Yes."

"How?" Steve asks, full of wonder, and Billy has to get away.

The carpet is heaven under his feet. "I've been. Eating a lot of Burger King."

"Burger King."

"Yeah. Cravings for shit I never liked before. Double whoppers with no cheese," Billy wrings his hands, "And. I didn't have a heat this month, so Joyce took me to the clinic. They said I'm only a few weeks along, but everything is good with her."

Steve makes a wet, heavy sound.

"I dunno. It kinda. Feels like one," Billy rubs a palm over his belly, quick as lightning, "I think it's a girl."

"Billy, please look at me."

Billy does, horrified but swallowing it, one bitter mouthful at a time. He plants his feet and everything bubbles up inside him. This is his life, his body, his baby, and he's going to to this for himself. Steve doesn't have to worry or fork out any cash or put his life on hold just because he knocked up some desperate omega--

Steve's crying. "We're having a baby."

Billy didn't expect this. He falters, mouth working in shocked silence.

But then Steve moves.

He pulls Billy to him, chest heaving as he laughs, high and bright. "Holy, shit we're gonna be parents," Steve twirls them, hooping and hollering like they just won the NBA championship. "Goddamn, your pussy really is magic!"

Billy giggles, in spite of himself. All the other shit melts away, for now, shadows receding under the blinding light of Steve Harrington.

"I can't fucking believe this," Steve says, pulling back to hunt over Billy's face, full of wonder. "Do you think she's gonna have your eyes?"

"I. I don't--"

"I feel like in high school science class we learned something about the brown eyes gene kicking the blue eyes gene's ass? But I would fucking die if our baby comes out looking like you."

"You're not," Billy swallows, choking on tears. "You're not mad at me? Or disappointed?"

"Disappointed?" Steve repeats, his face falling. "Billy, are you serious? No. No, I've fucking. Ever since I met you I've been sitting in this room every night twirling my hair around one finger and kicking my feet because, I--"

Steve's thumb rubs soft, soothing circles against Billy's cheek.

"Billy, I love you," He says gently, "I love everything about you. You're smart and you're hilarious and you're so beautiful--"

"--Steve--"

"--You make my heart feel like it's gonna beat out of my chest. I can't believe you let a loser like me climb on top of you, much less--"

Billy kisses him, eating up Steve's next words.

They don't matter, when Steve leads them back to the mattress. He eats every soft, gooey whimper out of Billy's lungs, swallowing them down and tasting the damp running between Billy's legs.

Makes love to him, while they talk about the future.

Steve only makes one joke about his dick hurting the baby's head, and Billy thinks they should sign up for a class or two.

#harringrove #omegaverse #gave up near the end there #but i hope you enjoyed it #we love soft harringrove

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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My Fantasy

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

based off this request // fluff // classic friends to lovers

The first time you met Eddie Munson it was a sunny day on the first day of fifth grade. All the other kids were running around screaming loudly as they played on the playground. But you sat alone on a bench wearing your new sundress and your hair pulled into pigtails your mom placed in, in the morning.

It was hard being the new kid, and even worse being a new kid in a small town. Every one of your classmates has known each other since preschool and you were coming in randomly years later.

But just as the end of the recess period ended, a boy you recognized from your class walked over to you. He had a buzzcut and wore head-to-toe black with a graphic design on his shirt. You recognized the artwork from one of your dad's cassettes on his shelf. Even with his all-black attire, the boy wore a large smile across his face that showed off dimples on each of his cheeks. His doe eyes were so warm and welcoming as he looked down at you.

"Do you wanna come and play with my friends and me?" He asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder toward a small group of other boys. Your eyes moved from the group back to the boy in front of you, and quickly he noticed the hesitance and nerves in your eyes. "We're not scary...p-promise. Just...hate seeing you here all by yourself."

You gnawed on your lower lip slightly and fiddled and fidgeted with your fingers.

"I was the new kid last year, so I know what it's like..." He shrugged his shoulders.

"You were?" You asked.

Eddie quickly noted how soft your voice was, it made his lips turn up in a smile a little more.

"Yeah," Eddie perked up slightly, "So...wanna come to join?"

You only hesitated for a second more before nodding your head and jumping off the bench, following behind Eddie as he led you toward his friends.

This was the start of your friendship with Eddie.

Through the years the two of you stuck by each other's side. It broke your heart how the town quickly turned its back on him. To you, Eddie was the one you could count on the most no matter what. He was always there for you. You knew that if anyone took the time out to get to know Eddie, they'd see he was a kind soul with a big heart.

But they couldn't see past the long hair once he started growing it out in high school. Along with the dark clothes, jewelry, and metal music he loved to blast - he had been marked an outcast.

But to you, he was your best friend.

Even when you joined the cheerleading team and became more "popular" during your sophomore year.

Didn't change the friendship you had with Eddie. No matter how much some of the others on the squad, or the jocks, would give you shit for it. You lost count of the number of times you screamed at them to leave Eddie alone. You never hesitated to defend your best friend.

Even if Eddie tried to stop you.

"They're gonna turn on you one day, sweetheart," Eddie spoke as you cleaned up his face, wiping away the blood from his split lip.

"If you think I give a shit what Jason thinks of me, then you don't really know me, Eds." You shook your head, "I don't understand why he is like this. Or why you don't fight back more."

"It's hard when it's four against one," Eddie frowned, grimacing as he reopened the cut on his lip.

"I'm sorry," You whispered looking down at him with saddened eyes"

"Should just drop me..." He grumbled after a long pause between the two of you. Eddie kept his eyes down as he spoke, too afraid to look at you as he spoke. "I mean, you graduated two years ago, and you're still in this town after swearing to leave after high school. You could be doing so much better than hanging around me."

It broke your heart to hear Eddie talk like this because this wasn't the first time he tried to convince you to leave him behind.

"Stop it, I'm not going anywhere," You frowned "Stop suggesting that."

"You know I'm right," Eddie finally looked up at you, tears swimming around the dark eyes that you loved so much. "Fuck, I'm a fucking waste. Everyone in this town is right."

"Now you listen to me right fucking now, Edward Munson." Eddie's eyes widened at the sound of his full name on your lips. You grabbed his face so that he couldn't look away from you. "You are not a waste. You are the most important person to me and I don't ever wanna hear you talk about yourself like that. You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for. So you didn't graduate on time. Who gives a fuck? Not me! Not Wayne! and defiantly not your other friends."

The next three words on your lips stayed there as you hesitated. Seeing him looking up at you with such a vulnerable gaze made your heart squeeze for a moment. Eddie never let anyone see this side of him, no one outside of you and Wayne.

But you didn't tell him that you loved him. Not yet. Not at that moment.

Instead, that moment would come three years later.

Eddie finally graduated and moved out of Wayne's trailer. Instead, he lived in an apartment right outside of Hawkins with Steve Harrington. Which shocked you at first that the two of them were friends, but once you hung out with Steve - you quickly understood why. Eddie was working at a garage in town, and Wayne gave him the connection. While you worked at a bookstore in the next town over.

You two were adults and making it out in the world, as best as you could anyways.

There were moments when life started to weigh a little too heavily on your shoulders. This week was one of those moments. Work was hard and felt suffocating at times. This month you were working extra house to help pay for the college classes you were taking at night. But with work and your schooling you were drowning.

The moment you left work, the first thing you did was stop at a store and grab a few cases of beer knowing all you needed was your best friend. You didn't have work or classes the next day so all you wanted was to unwind.

Of course, you called ahead to Eddie before heading over.

"Fuck yea, sweetheart, been missing your face!" Eddie spoke happily on the other end of the phone line. "I won't be out of work till 8, but head on over and wait for me. Steve should be home by then."

On the way to his apartment complex, a hard rainfall pelted against our car, making it hard to see as you drove through the dark streets. You pulled up and parked as close as you could to their front door, but even then, you were drenched by the cold rain. You rushed up to the door, case of beer in hand, as your fist smacked against the aged wooden door. It only took only a few moments for Steve to open the door for you, but even in those seconds, you felt like you were soaked down to the bone.

"Oh, shit, come in! Come in," Steve hurriedly spoke, opening the door wider to usher you into the apartment.

"Thank you," You shivered with a heavy sigh, "It's fucking pouring out there."

You handed the case to Steve before quickly shrugging out of your lightweight jacket. Large water droplets drip from your hair, and down your skin, making your t-shirt cling to your frame.

"Eddie should be home any moment if you wanna jump into the shower...warm up and stuff? I can throw your clothes into the dryer." Steve suggested, walking to the counter that sat in the wall divided between the living room and kitchen. "Drop your clothes outside the door and I've got you."

"Thanks,"

Even in the warm, small apartment, your body began to shake with violent shivers from the cold water that covered your skin. The moment you stepped into the bathroom you quickly stripped out of your clothes and dropped them outside the door like Steve instructed. The warm water felt good against your skin as you let it pelt against your skin. You weren't in there for long, stepping out quickly and wrapping a warm towel around your body.

When you stepped into the hallway, your clothes were gone and you could hear the slight hum of the dryer that was tucked away in a hall closet. Further down the hallway, you heard a television show playing. You shuffled along the brown shag carpet into Eddie's bedroom to find something to wear as your clothes dry.

As you searched through his dresser you found an old pair of sweatpants and quickly slipped those on.

But you were slightly distracted and lost in your thoughts to hear the door open. It wasn't till a curse fell from a pair of familiar lips that you snapped back to the present.

You stood quickly, nearly forgetting you were topless, as Eddie stood wide-eyed in the doorway of his bedroom. The door was closed behind him as the both of you stood there. But as his large doe eyes traveled down your body, did you realize, you were completely topless.

"Oh my god!" You screamed and moved to cover your chest.

The sound of your scream snapped Eddie out of his trance, before moving to turn around quickly.

"I'm sorry, fuck...I-I didn't know you were in here," Eddie spoke, hearing you scramble around in his drawers behind him

"Steve didn't tell you I was here?"

"He's passed out on the couch, I...I'm sorry, sweetheart...I-I didn't mean."

Eddie felt like he was a blubbering mess, unable to form a cohesive thought since the image of your tits was still tattooed on his mind. He closed his eyes tightly and internally groaned as he felt his cock twitch slightly in his pants.

Eddie lost count of the nights he laid in his bed thinking of you with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it and imagining it was your mouth, your hands, or his favorite - your pussy.

He'd been in love with you since nearly the moment he'd met you, not fully understanding his feelings till high school. Eddie was always too afraid to say anything about it. Too afraid to lose your friendship. You were too important for him to lose over something like his feelings.

"I-I'm decent," You stuttered, rubbing your hand over your face.

Eddie turned around and groaned internally as he saw the shirt you had grabbed from his dresser. His old Hellfire tshirt.

Seeing you in that shirt, nipples hard beneath the white fabric, was his fantasy.

"i"m so fucking sorry, sweetheart," Eddie sighed heavily

"Eddie it's fine. Honest mistake." You spoke with a small smile.

"Y-yeah," Eddie nodded his head, dropping his bag down beside his bed, before moving to take off his shoes.

You moved to sit on the edge of his bed, watching as he moved about his room. His work pants hung low on his hips, sans work shirt, and only a white tank with grease marks across his chest. Your eyes traveled along his arms and broad chest seeing the ink that decorated his skin. You felt a heat flash through you as he grabbed a hair tie from the top of his dresser and quickly pulled back his long dark curls.

But when Eddie turned around to face you, you were met with a sight that you weren't expecting.

Pressed against his zipper you saw a bulge prominent pressed against the left side of his leg. You couldn't stop your eyes from widening slightly as you saw it. Eddie noticed the heavy silence that seemed to fall between the two of you as he slipped one ring after another onto his hand, missing the weight of them on his fingers after a day at work.

"Babe?" Eddie's voice softly spoke, before looking down in the direction of your eyesight, and once again felt a flash of heat move through him. "Shit...shit...."

"Eddie," You spoke, looking back up at him, an innocent look on your face. "Is that...are you...because..."

"I-I..." Eddie could feel the blush overtaking his face as he palmed himself to hide his obvious hard-on. But the pressure of his hand only made a small moan slip through. "...fuck..."

You stood from where you sat and moved to stand directly in front of him. Eddie looked down and watched every movement you made feeling like he couldn't breathe. He could smell your perfume and a mix of his body wash which only made his head spin with lust.

You reached forward, suddenly feeling confident, and moved his hand away, teasing him with your own, "This because of me, Eds?"

Eddie's eyes closed for a moment as he felt your hand press against him, the fabric of his work pants the only barrier.

"F-Fuck..." Eddie whimpered, his eyes slowly opening and looking down at you. His large brown eyes were dark with heavy lust, his lips plump and parted as he stared down at you.

"Seeing me topless did this to you?" You looked up at him with a small smirk on your lips.

"S-seeing you in my Hellfire shirt is weirdly doing it for me," Eddie's brows pulled together tightly as your hand tightened around him more. "Has always been a fantasy of mine."

"I've been a fantasy of yours?" You moved closer, your lips hovering over the column of his neck, feeling the urge to kiss and bite along it.

"Fuck, are you kidding me?" Eddie reached down and caressed your face, as your hands began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. "E-Ever since seeing you in your cheerleading outfit for the first time..."

Eddie deeply groaned as your hand moved down into his pants. His fingers moved through your hair and gripped tightly to your hair at the base of your neck.

"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart. How crazy you drive me." Eddie's voice deepened as he spoke, his cock twitching in your hand.

He fought back the urge to cum. But he was unable to stop his hips from thrusting and moving against your hand. Eddie pressed his forehead against yours as he panted and cursed low under his breath.

"D-Don't stop...fuck, please..." Eddie begged

You bit down on your lower lip and closely watched his face. Loving to watch him lose control at your hands. Eddie's other hand reach to grab tightly to your waist as he fucked your hand.

You were left speechless as you watched him fall apart, his face twisting with pleasure as you felt the warmth of his cum against your hand. Eddie stood there panting and leaning against you slightly. His warm breath against your neck.

"Holy...shit..." Eddie moaned

"That was the hottest fucking thing," You moaned, slowly pulling your hand from his pants.

"Better than anything I could ever dream of," Eddie moaned, grabbing your hand that was covered in his cum. He took off his shirt and cleaned it up for you, before noticing the small pout on your lips. "W-What? D...Do you regret that?"

"Regret? No. I have always wanted that, and more. Just...kinda always wondered what you tasted like."

Eddie's eyes widened and once again, his cock twitched "Fuck, you can't say things like that."

"Why? T-This wasn't a one-time thing was it?" You asked with a pinch of worry in your voice.

"Of course not baby," Eddie caressed your face "I have been in love with you since we were kids, I'm not letting go of you...i-if you'd have me?"

His eyes were pleading as he looked down toward you, having a warmth flood into your chest as your heart started racing.

A wide smile spread across your face, "You love me?"

"With my whole heart, you've owned it, only you."

Eddie's words hit you hard right into your chest before rising up on your toes, bringing him down to you, and kissing him deeply. Eddie's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest. Both of you moaned the moment your lips met before his tongue slipped into your mouth.

"I love you too," You giggled happily, your face close to his, "If it wasn't obvious."

Eddie's face brightened at your words before kissing you again and carrying you toward the bed.

"Come 'ere baby, gonna make my girl cum."

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whiteshipnightjar · 4 months

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Zoozve, my beloved

#i cannot tell you how much this made me smile just bc it's so full of love #moon #venus #zoozve #long post #sorry about that it's very long but it's very entertaining i hope you enjoy this lil zoozve gem haha #astronomy #astrophysics #space

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sylvies-kablooie · 4 months

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

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emberglowfox · 7 months

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Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works

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buggachat · 6 months

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something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

#writing this my brain was like: what if he actually likes it?#what if he likes people openly criticizing him in ways nobody actually does to Adrien agreste?#because Adrien Agreste is perfect and can do no wrong. maybe he enjoys being insulted or something #and then I remembered chat noirs multiple breakdowns about feeling unworthy and yknow what yeah I don’t think he likes it LOL #do normal people actually fall asleep when they lie down #if you can’t tell I recently decided to make my random ml musings your guys’ business instead of keeping it to myself #hope you enjoy

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little-eye-guy · 1 year

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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere

#eye guy speaks #i need that phrase to be removed from everyone's vocabulary Please #why are you so convinced that such things cannot be discovered by or found in the mundane #1/1/23 edit: hope you all have enjoyed yourselves bc im ready for some peace and quiet *turns off reblogs*#1/4/23 edit: please don't comment about wanting to reblog. the experience itself may be fleeting but you will have your memory of it #(aka i turned them off for my health and you will be ok. it's just a post)

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erabu-san · 7 days

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I enjoyed every second of this quest

[This art has platonic intention. Thank you for not tag ship!]

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dotcie · 6 months

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the-phantom-peach · 7 months

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Little Big Changes ✂️~

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A long forgotten short comic I did for pre-totk/post-botw domestic zelink

I love Zel’s hair symbolism especially after altering her status as a “princess”and becoming a Hateno grade school teacher. She’d most likely still maintain some insecurities but that’s what our lovely knight was made for <3

Semi-connected to my previous Signing Link headcanon, Link speaks here for the first time post-Calamity and gets super self-conscious. But of course Zelda doesn’t mind and is happy that Link growing more comfortable after the events of breath of the wild

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 1 month

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chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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addamii · 22 days

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If Alecto is a barbie world in a barbie girl, then Nona is living in a material girl and she is a material world

Available as a print here :)

#the locked tomb #trying out some new brushes #I had a lot of fun with this #I’ve been a bit frustrated with my art lately and this loosened me up a bit #so that’s good #anyway hope you enjoy #addamii’s art #nona of new rho #nona the ninth #ntn #nona tlt #tlt

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kentopedia · 4 months

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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

#this is very silly #i just wanted to get it out of my drafts #i’ve had this thought for a while but #i decided i didn’t want to write a whole drabble so now you get this #kento being inexperienced at dating & not enjoying it is very special to me #and so is him having a cat tehe #selfship coded i suppose bc reader is me but it’s not that obvious i hope #beloved kento 💋 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#nanami x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#jjk x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #nanami x gender neutral reader

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