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#give me that i trust no one but youuu
thousandsun · 3 months
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ASL brothers reacting to your insecurities
Warnings: eating disorders,mention of food,breakdown
Sabo
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You are looking in the mirror at your body realizing you've put on some weight. You've been sitting there,like this for a few good minutes. Sabo passes by your room noticing you. He feels like something is wrong. The blonde comes up to you wrapping his hands around your waist. He places a little kiss on your cheek."What happened,my love?" He asks resting his head on your shoulder.
"I've got so ugly. I got a double chin now" You reply. Sabo could feel the disappointment in yourself.
"Ugly?" He looks at you through the mirror. "I don't see anything ugly about you." His voice is calming and comforting. "All I see is my girl, being as beautiful as always"
"Sabo, don't lie to me..." You feel your confidence going down even more. You think he is just trying to make you feel better even though you're ugly. He is so precious that he would do anything for you.
"But I am not lying. Your face,your body,they are all so perfect" You feel a soft kiss on your neck. "Can't believe I got myself such a gorgeous woman"
You giggle hearing his words. He sure knows how to make you feel better. "Thank you" You whisper softly
Ace
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He is the type of guy who observes your every move. He wants to know you're always fine. You deserve the best life and he wants to dedicate all his time to give you that.
When he saw you not eating properly,he had some questions and worries. Yet he decided to shut up and give you some space. That until he noticed you were barely eating at every meal of the day.
"What happened to you lately? Why aren't you eating anymore?" He suddenly snaps. He is sitting in front of you,at the table. You avoid his eye contact trying to seem like you didn't hear anything. Your body betrayed you and you flinched.
Ace's eyes softened realizing he was a bit too straight forward. "Hey. I am not mad. Just concerned"
The room falls in complete silence. You finally look at him, indicating you want to say something. You find yourself struggling to speak. Ace grabs your hand slowly caressing it with his fingertips. You feel the trust he gives in you,you feel it giving you power. "I don't feel good in my body lately."
Ace's eyes widen. He can't understand. He can't understand how you don't love your body the way he does. He knows your body is incredible,yet you can't seem to see it. He isn't the type of guy to comfort you with words so he pulls you into a warm hug. You hide your face into his chest crying.
He plays with a strand of your hair, admiring you. "Let it all out. I am here."
Luffy
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Tonight,he couldn't sleep, feeling very hungry. So he sneaks into the kitchen. As he enters the kitchen carefully,like Usopp taught him,he sees a small light. Confused he comes closer and notices you, eating with the fridge door open.
You hear steps coming closer to you. You turn with fear seeing Luffy. Tears start falling from your eyes. "Luffy... I can't stop. I can't stop falling in this cycle again and again.Please forgive me..."
Luffy looks at you even more confused. He doesn't seem to understand much. One thing he does understand is that he wants to protect you. "I don't mind sharing food! You don't have to get sad"
You realize he's Luffy. He doesn't know what an eating disorder is. "Luffy,I am full,yet I can't stop eating. I don't want this... I don't want to eat."
His gaze changes. He realized that you have a problem. That your brain doesn't seem to listen to you. He closes the fridge door. He lifts you up, carrying you to the kitchen table. "I know I can't help you. But I can encourage you to talk to someone like Nami or Robin." He says sitting on your lap cuddling you.
You shake your head in fear. "No. I can't talk to anyone... I am too embarrassed."
"No,no,no!" He pouts giving you a judgy look.He begins shaking you. "Youuu! Neeeed! Heeeelp"
You stop him amused by his reaction. "I can understand if you talk to me normally. I am not a baby"
Luffy pouts even more. You sigh kissing his forehead. "Fine,fine. I'll talk to them. Just give me a few days"
His face gets brighter. "That's my girl!" He grabs your face not leaving a spot unkissed.
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blooming-violets · 18 days
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Hii! Can I request a Joel miller x fem!reader where Abby goes to golf town on reader instead of Joel and Joel is in Ellie’s position watching her get killed. Just utter angst💔🥲thank youuu❤️
An Eye For An Eye || Joel Miller x fem!Reader
A/N: I meant to do this from Joel's pov but somehow ended up in Reader's pov. Enjoy some death! (Also threw in a little Glenn from the Walking Dead winkwinknodnod in there, too)
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Fire rained down on the infected as the people surrounding them tossed molotovs over the wrought iron gate. 
The heat of the flames bathed over their skin to push the wintery chill from their bones. 
Joel could feel your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging protectively onto him, as he slowed their horse next to Tommy’s. When your grip didn’t loosen to climb down, he gave your hand a gentle pat of encouragement.
“I don’t like this,” you whispered in his ear. There were too many people. More than you were anticipating. Large groups of strangers were never a good sign. 
His head tilted back towards you, his eyes closing peacefully at the feeling of your cold breath against his cheek, “You worry too much. We saved that woman’s life. It’s fine. We need a place to ride out the storm. Just behave yourself.”
You replied with a quiet laugh. Joel Miller was the king of worrying too much and the master of bad behavior. Who was he to tell you otherwise? 
“You’ve gone soft, grandpa. I blame Ellie,” A kiss was placed to his gray peppered beard before you jumped off the horse. There wasn’t even that big of an age gap between you two but you were still fond of the nickname, simply because it made Joel groan every time he heard it. 
Joel smiled, following you off the horse, “I blame you both. I only have this gray hair because of the shit you two put me through.” 
The moment the garage doors closed to block off the incoming swell of snow flurries, a weight of dread settled in your stomach. You ran a mittened hand over the hind haunches of your horse to wipe away some of the snow in an attempt to help soothe your unease. 
“Hey, I heard you guys saved Abby?” A short haired woman approached you with a warm, but hesitant, smile. “Thanks for bringing her back to us.” 
You looked over and did your best to flash her a smile of your own. Trust had to be built somehow. You might as well try to start here. 
“Oh, yeah. No problem.” You tugged off your mittens, stuffing them in your jacket pocket, and reached out your hand to shake.
“I’m Mel,” she spoke softly. “Nice to meet you.
You returned the greeting. She seemed nice enough. For now. First impressions meant nothing in this world. Everyone could act kind until they weren’t. You’d been fooled one too many times to take that sort of chance again. The moment she let go of the hand shake, she turned to Tommy to repeat her introductions. Your guard was on high alert, trying to take stock of anything you could use as makeshift weapons and plot the best hiding spots. 
Joel slipped his arm around your waist. He could sense your worry and pressed his lips against the side of your head, smelling your hair, as he spoke. 
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled into your hair. “Tommy and I got this covered. We’ll hang out for the night. We can take turns staying awake so someone’s always on watch. Then we’ll be gone in the morning after the storm.”
“That sounds like some famous last words,” you grumbled. 
The three of you were led into the room off of the garage. A large wooden bar sat against the wall and you took note of the half filled bottles of alcohol cluttering the surface. 
“Maybe it won’t be so bad afterall,” you nodded to the drinks, giving Joel a cheeky wink. 
He hid a smile by scratching at his beard and turning to the new people, “What are y’all doing out this way?” 
A man with a baseball cap answered, “Oh, just passing through. You three live nearby?”
Tommy took that as an invitation to invite them back home to restock their gear. As if you wanted these people anywhere near your family. 
It was clear neither party really trusted the other. There was a tension in the air as each individual tried to make sense of the other. Both parties were searching for hidden dangers. Your eyes sought out everyone, studying them, trying to find their strengths and weaknesses. It was Abby quietly conversing with another man in the corner that caused your heart rate to spike. You didn’t like the way they were whispering. From behind, you could tell her body language was tight, nervous. Your stare stayed trained on the pair as they whispered back and forth. Even as they stood quietly in the shadows, trying to appear relaxed, you could tell she was mulling over something in her head. 
Your hand found Joel’s and you gave it a small squeeze. You leaned in closer, standing on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Maybe we’re better off risking it in the snow? We can find some place to stay that’s not here.” 
Before he could reply, Tommy was throwing around more introductions. 
“I’m Tommy,” he announced to the group. He was too calm for your liking. Too friendly. Something was wrong. This wasn’t right. They had to leave. “This is my brother…Joel. And this is his partner-”
You couldn’t hear his introduction of you. You were too busy watching the change in Abby. The entire room fell silent. Her shoulders tensed. Her jaw tightened, flexing subtly as she ground her teeth together. Her back straightened up to attention and she shifted the shotgun in her hands.
You knew it the second Joel did. 
This was bad. 
“Y’all act like you’ve heard of us or somethin’,” he muttered, trying in a last ditch effort to soothe out the peace. His arm instinctively pushed you protectively behind him just as gun shot rang out. 
“That’s because we have,” Abby said as the trigger was pulled. 
You let out a scream of terror, watching Joel yell in pain, his leg shooting out from under him, and tumbling to the ground. 
“Joel!” You collapsed down to his side, throwing your body protectively over his head to block him from any more bullets. 
“No!” Tommy shouted. 
Two men were on him before he could even move. They pinned his arms down, throwing him back against the bar, and struggled to hold him steady while he thrashed wildly against them. You couldn’t help him. You refused to leave Joel. All you could do was watch in horror as Tommy was bashed repeatedly in the top of the head with the grip of a pistol until he went limp. You had no idea if he was dead or knocked out. Thick lines of blood trailed out from under his hairline and waterfalled down his vacant face. 
You reached for the knife hidden in your back pocket. The second someone grabbed your arms, you slashed out, making contact with someone’s cheek. 
But there were too many of them and so little of you. 
The knife was wrestled out of your grasp. You were being dragged away from Joel with two men clamping down tightly to your arms and throwing you up against a window. The back of your head bounded against the glass pane causing a shooting pain to ricochet through your brain. 
“No!” You could hear Joel cry, his voice deep with worry. “Get off her! Don’t fucking touch her!”
He struggled to get up but his leg was useless under him. Blood spurted from his thigh and soaked into his tattered jeans. He tried to take down the person closest to him but all it took was a bullet whizzing by your left ear, instantly deafening that ear, and shattering through the window behind your head for him to stop. 
The howling wind burst through the broken, jagged hole to swirl snow around the room. The cold caught in your lungs, mixing with your panic, to make it difficult to breathe. You gasped for air, eyes watering, as you stared helplessly back at Joel. The look of anguish you found staring back at you was enough to break your heart. He knew you had been right. He knew he should have listened. They couldn’t trust these people. He knew. 
But it was too late. 
It took two men to pin his arms up against the back wall as if they were about to crucify him. His ragged, angry breaths filled the room to meld together with the howling wind. 
“Don’t hurt her,” he panted out with a hiss of pain. “Don’t hurt her. Me. Hurt me. Not her.” 
It was hard to hear him. You reached your hand up to cup over your left ear where the bullet had shot past. You could feel the stickiness of blood leaking from your burst eardrum. Subtly, you tilted your right ear towards him so you could better understand what they were saying. 
Abby had leaned down in front of him. She was breathing nearly as heavily as he was. Fury etched into her every crease and a burning hatred scalded Joel in her sights. 
“Joel Miller,” she whispered. Not asking. Not confirming. A statement.
“Who are you?” He shot back. 
“Guess.” 
Your eyes slipped close with dread. You knew Joel had no idea who this woman was. Joel’s past was filled with all colors of evil. She could have been anyone. It didn’t matter who she was or what Joel had done to her. Everything he’s ever done to survive, every horror, every act of ruthless murder would be flashing before his eyes right this very moment. He could pick any one out at random and it would be enough for someone to want revenge. He didn’t care who she was. She had her reasons and she was probably right for wanting his life. His past was bound to catch up to him eventually. He was just sad you had to be here to bear witness to his end.
The resignation you saw settle slowly onto his face was enough to push the tears stifled in your eyes down your cheeks. 
“Why don’t you say whatever speech you got rehearsed and get this over with,” he spat out at her with a scowl. “I’m the one you want. Neither of them ever did anything to you. They’re innocent and deserve to live. Kill me and be done with it.”
“No!” You cried, begging them for his life. “No! Please. Please. I need him. Please. Don’t do this.” 
Joel turned to your cries and gave you a half hearted smile. If they killed him, the one they were clearly looking for, then there was a chance that you could go free. If there was a chance to save you, he would take it. Always. 
Abby took notice of the look on his face when he stared back at you. She turned between the two of you and a dark smile grew across her face. She stood up, walking from Joel over to you. 
The move was all it took for Joel’s panic to immediately kick in, “Wait, stop! Leave her out of this! I’m the one you want!” 
Abby grabbed a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back to expose your neck. She leered back at Joel, “Do you love her?”
He tried to lunge forward to reach them but was held back by the men. The blood loss from his leg was making him weak. You could see the color paling from his face. His eyes were turning bloodshot. 
“Leave her alone!” He shouted, his voice coming out like a pained roar. “She didn’t do anything to you!”
Abby tossed your head back and walked over to the bag of golf clubs at your side. You watched her browse through each one before pulling out the one she wanted. She held it up to the light from the broken window to admire the view. 
“I said,” she whispered, the sound deadly. “Do you love her?”
A scream of rage ripped out from Joel’s throat, “Yes! Fuckin’ dammit, yes! I love her!”
A look of sorrow flashed across Abby’s face like she wasn’t entirely sure this was the plan she originally wanted to go through with. She down at you with regret, “Then I’m sorry to do this. It’s not your fault. But revenge is revenge. An eye for eye, if you will.” 
You swallowed, eyes widening as you stared at the end of the golf club, realizing exactly what was about to happen but being useless to stop it. 
You were not going to leave this cabin alive. 
“Joel Miller killed someone I loved,” she sighed. “I am going to kill someone he loves.” 
“No!” Joel screamed. From behind Abby, you could see him thrashing violently against the men. He caught one of their hands in his mouth and bit down as hard as he could, mauling his head to the side with a jerk, as the sound of snapping bones echoed through the freezing air. The man shouted in pain as his finger was nearly ripped straight from his hand thanks to the death grip Joel had with his teeth. 
Another gun shot rang out to silence everyone. This time it flew over Joel’s head and the bullet lodged into the back wall. 
“Enough!” Abby shouted. “Hold him down, dammit.”
“Then hurry up and get this over with!” The man standing at your shoulder yelled back. “Before he bites off more of Jordan’s fucking fingers.” 
The sound of your cracking skull was all you could hear as the club came straight down to make perfect contact with the top of your head. You hadn’t even seen her lift it over her to strike. You had been too busy trying to keep Joel in your sights.  
You slumped forward, falling onto your knees and holding yourself up with your arms. 
“Joel,” You mumbled through the delirium setting in. Your brain was rattled. Hot blood washed away your blurring vision until all you could see was red. “Joel…stay…me…with me…stay…”  
Wack. 
Crunch. 
Wack. 
Splash. 
Your breath strained in heaving, gasping wails as your brain function rapidly declined. Blood showered down around you, seemingly falling from the sky like rain drops on a dreary evening. It reminded you of the way rain clings to the leaves to roll down their waxy surface and drip in warm drops down onto your forehead. A pleasant, familiar feeling. If you looked skywards, you wouldn’t see a ceiling, but a forest canopy of wet, green leaves. 
Your arms shook under your weight to hold you up and pushed you back into a kneeling position. Your body swayed on unsteady legs, unable to focus on any one particular part of the room. The socket of your eye had been shattered. Your eye bulged in your head and hung loosely out of your skull. 
You remembered the first time you found Joel. Over a decade ago. Smuggling supplies back and forth into the Boston quarantine zone. He had hated you. Thought you were annoying and never shut up. You’d pester him with a million questions, desperate to learn all his survival techniques. Somehow he never managed to shake you from his gasp. At some point along the way, you had weaseled your way into his hardened exterior and made a home inside his heart. He could complain all he wanted. He enjoyed your company.
Crack.
Your body gave out. You slumped onto your side. 
From this position you could make out the hazy vision of Joel through your one working eye. There were tears streaming down his face. You’d never really seen him cry before. Not like this. His mouth hung open in a scream but you could no longer hear what was being said. You didn’t need to hear to know he was wailing out in agony for you. This was the kind of torture being inflicted on him that was meant to destroy his soul. This was worse than his own death. This was going to break him. 
Oh, Joel. 
He was on his stomach, arm outstretched, desperately trying to reach you. 
You remembered the late nights of sitting around a campfire, with a cup of stale, weak coffee shared between you two, out in the woods. Joel always hated campfires at night. They were dangerous, easy to be seen, but you had convinced him to give it a try just this once. Just long enough to heat up your coffee. The coffee had tasted watery and bitter but his lips tasted sweet and soft. The risk of the fire was worth watching the way the warm orange glow danced across his skin. 
Your fingers twitched out to reach for him. 
If only you could touch him. 
One last time. 
You stretched your arm as far as you could. 
Crack. 
You were reaching blindly. Both your eyes are gone now. No sounds. No sights. No pain. Only Joel.  
In the darkness, you reached for him. 
His calloused tipped fingers brushed across your bloody hand. He was only close enough for your fingertips to reach but they laced together the best you were able. 
A smile flashed onto your dying lips. 
Crack. 
You didn’t need to see him to know him. 
His face exploded behind your blinded vision to greet you in the dark. Always sweaty and covered in dirt. Salt and peppered hair. Eyebrows tugged low in a permanent frown. The slope of his strong nose. Pouted lips peeking out from under his unkempt beard. The frown lines etched into his forehead that would soften whenever he caught sight of you. The warmth of his arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you safe from the chilly nights. 
His quiet whispers of “I love you” spoke into your ear when he thought you were sleeping. 
He hardly ever said those words out loud to you when you were awake but he never had to. You could see his love through his every action. 
Even now. 
His last act of love he could ever give you was to fight against his restraints and reach far enough for his fingers to graze yours. So you knew you weren’t alone. So he could keep as safe as he was physically able to. 
So he could touch you one last time. 
I love you, Joel Miller. 
Crack.
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This was fun a little side step away from my usual beloved Andrew Garfield muse. I don't think I'll write for Joel much in the future. Not because I don't adore him but because I just write for a different fandom and struggle to do both at the same time. But I enjoyed a little peek into some Joel angst for my Sunday afternoon.
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romanestuffsposts · 3 months
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Hi....
I have a surgery on Monday an I soooo scared 😢 it not bad or anthing just so my sore throat will go 'way.... can you write somefing bout tha? You don't have too
Anway, loveee youuu allll 🫶🏻🫶🏻💛❤️🩷💜💖💕
Hi there love! 💜
Oh sweetie i'm sure it's gonna be okay. Surgeries can be scary but remember that you're in good hands, they know what they have to do and they know how to do it. You'll feel better afterwards I promise you baby
Anyway, if the surgery hadn't happened yet i give you all of my strenght and if it already happened then first of all i'm sorry it didn't came out before to reassure you but I hope it can help you relaxing right after. I pray so that everything will be going well!
If you have the chance or if you want, I would love to have an uptade on you sweetie <3 (no rush andyou don't have to if you don't want to ;)
Have all the rest you can! And take avantage of it, you can be the little princess for as long as you you need it after the surgery ❤️
PS : it's a short one but I really wanted to get it done for the day of your surgery &lt;3
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Warnings : surgery comfort, fear, reassurance, kisses, pet names, love
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : they gave you all of their attention for your stressful day
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"i scaed, daddy" you say with a trembling voice. Your body is covered by the white sheets of the hospital room and your eyes hurt from the vif color.
The fact that you have to wait is adding to your anxiety and your fear. You learned yesterday that you had to be operate and since then your anxiety couldn't stop growing.
"I know baby, i know. but you remember what we talked about yesterday night ?"
It was almost midnight and you couldn't sleep at all. You got up from bed and went to your Daddies, you were too scared for the next day and needed comfort from them more than ever.
You sneak into their bed and noticed that they were awake too "what are you doing here little one ?" your Daddy asks while sitting down.
Your Papa light up his nighstand lamp and sit down beside your Papa "why aren't you sleeping ? It's really late"
"i scaed"
"oh sweetie"
"baby look at me" your Daddy asks, caressing your knee to calm you down. You look at him with tears in your eyes "you need to do the surgery, i know it's very scary and i understand it but you need it."
"You'll be less in pain afterward and we'll be there for you through it all. You'll never feel alone, not even once. We won't leave your side and you'll feel us beside you at each seconds. I promise you"
You sniff and look at your Papa "do you trust us ?" you nod. "do you believe in us ?" You nod again. "Then for as long as we're standing beside you, nothing bad will happen"
A few tears fall down your cheeks and you crawl toward their open arms. They held you close to them until you fall asleep.
"do you still trust us ?" Your Papa asks. You nod, a scared look on your face "then trust us when we say that it's gonna be alright. We will be right here when you wake up"
"pomise ?"
"we promise princess" he kisses your little hand.
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"hi babydoll" Your Daddy's hand caresses your forehead as your tired eyes finally opened. It's been ten minutes that you're waking up and then falling back asleep because of anesthesia.
"keep it easy, princess" your Papa rushes toward you "you have all the time you need to come back on earth" He kisses your forehead to reassure you.
"everything went well, your surgery is done and nothing bad happened. You're fine now" just like they promised you
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simpinberry · 1 year
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for my mental health i need hcs of bella ramsey x fem or gn reader with words of affirmation love language ‼️‼️
hi guys i’m back to feed you some more bella content ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ hope i did this right and that u guys like it :) also tysm for the requests
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listen listen!!! after taking a shower she would 100% leave sweet compliments on the foggy mirror for u to read. will add ‘kiss your s/o’ to your to do lists.
will text/send photos of random things that reminds you of her throughout the day. she does this especially when she’s on set and you guys can’t talk much. they have your favorite snack there? sends u a photo and tells u theyre thinking of u. lots of i miss yous, love yous and that she can’t wait to be home to see u again. “text me abt what you get up to today babe” “pedro is making fun of me because i’m apparently such a simp for you, he is absolutely, in every way, correct ;).” “i saw a butterfly today n it reminded me of the pretty tattoo you have”
will watch u like the weirdo she is when you’re getting ready in the morning. sneaks up behind u and repeatedly attacks ur face with kisses. “i have the most beautiful gf in the world” “omg i love this purple eyeliner on you, it rlly suits you” “your curls look really defined today, the new conditioner you got is so good!! my beautiful bby”
is the type to whisper compliments in between kisses. yk like corny spelling out of i love you in between pecks? yep, does that. “i really really like you” “my darling” “mine” “you’re so cute” in between kisses hehehe.
spam texts you when you send/post a photo. in your dms/comment section screechingggg!! my mans is DOWN BADDD. needs and loves to comment “first” on ur posts. they actually make up most of ur comment section. “BABE IM DYING YOURE TOO BEAUTIFUL” “so glad we’ve advanced technology so i can stare at this photo 4life if i want to” “you+this dress= my death”
randomly tweets a photo of you, captioning it “this is my darling, be jealous, gn”
very validating when you’re upset and talks you through it. thanks you for speaking up and communicating abt anything that’s been bothering you. SPILLS THE TEA WITH YOUUU. you have a co worker you hate? she hates them too. listen to me when i say she is on ur side, she is shocked and they’ll even remember stuff you’ve previously told them to add to the fire. best bf frr “thank you for telling me babe, i’ll really keep it in mind next time, i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings like that” “it sounds like it’s been difficult for you to complete (insert task) you’ve been working through it so well :)” “he said what??? yeah like he’s one to talk, go go! continue tell me more i’m invested” “babe you’re honestly so right, this is why i always listen to u”
definitely acknowledges you so so much when you accomplish something. will go on about how proud they are of you, how well you’ve done and how wonderful it is. big or small, bellas on her way to pour her heart out to you. would be unbelievably encouraging throughout the process too, telling you to keep going and trust the progress. “you’ve got this babe, go on :))” “that drawing is absolutely amazing, you’re so talented omg look at the details” “you submitted your assignment?? ahead of time?? that’s my girl frr” “these cookies are amazing, thank u sm for baking them ughh give me a hug you’re the best baker ever, they’re so soft!!”
you guys will be facetiming one night when shes away in a different country for filming. she’s been gone two months and you really miss them. you get a bit emotional talking abt it and they really listen, telling you to let it out. just before you guys hang up they tell you to look at the last drawer of your jewellery box. turns out she wrote you a letter before she left, many letters in fact, for when you really miss them. you can’t help but sob reading it. she attached a polaroid photo of you guys kissing at bottom of the page. she’s so incredibly kind in the letter, telling you how wonderful its been getting to know you these past few months. "hehe youre probably crying from how nice im being" istg this mf even teases you in writing. when you're finished you call her back, they immediately burst out laughing at your blood shot eyes, “hahahhs i knew you’d cry”. sneaks in a ‘you look so pretty even when you cry’. tells you they have more hidden around your room and that when you need it she’ll tell you where you can find more ʚ(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ
goodnight!! if i made any mistakes, no i didn’t. byebye!!
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mooodyblue · 3 months
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Heyyy I haven’t been on here in so long but I literally stalk your acc bc I love love love your writing and you were always so nice to me. Anywho! I was wondering if I could request a fluff piece w/ big daddy Elvis? I have endometriosis and I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is really struggling during her period and Elvis takes care of her. Thank youuu 💗
thank you! ❤️ i wasn't fully aware of what that all entailed, so i tried to do my research. hope this is okay!! thank you for the request <3
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pairing: 70s!elvis x afab!reader
wc: 711
-> masterlist
there's always a specific time during every month that you dread more than anything, and it's the forever–non–ending week of your period. everyone's periods were different, some dealt with pain, some didn't. you, on the other hand, were met with the most god, awful crippling pain every single month. 
elvis knew how badly you struggled with your period, he always tried to give you all the comfort he could even if you tried to brush it off. when you first got together, it wasn’t something he fully understood. he knew what periods were, of course. but yours was much more different. 
he wanted to take you out to the memphian today since a few movies had come out that he wanted to see, maybe bring a few of the guys along with him. the sight of you crippled up in bed made him change his plans immediately and he wasted no time cancel. today would be all about you and your comfort instead.
“baby?” he said softly, shuffling over to the bed and crouching to meet with you eye leveled. you tangled up in the comforter, curled up with a tired look on your face said enough. “that time of the month?” 
a soft mhm left your lips, your own arms wrapped securely around your stomach. 
“poor thing.” he muttered, bringing his hand up to brush the hair out of your face. “y’wanna jus’ stay in bed all day?” another mhm came from you in response. “not a problem at all, honey. y’need anything?” 
talking was so tiring in the moment, you didn't even want to move. “‘just you.” you mumbled. 
he chuckled, pressing his lips against your forehead. “i know, i know. you’ll get me in just a minute, baby. im gonna get ya a few things ‘n i’ll come back up here alright?” you whined in response, clutching at your stomach at the shooting, throbbing pain. he frowned, “oh, baby. alright. i’m gonna hurry.” he kissed you one last time before standing back up and heading downstairs.
elvis reached the bottom of the steps, eyes scanning around graceland as he mentally wrote himself a list of things to bring upstairs. he had pads upstairs, the good ones. he had the money, he wasn’t going to buy you cheap anything. oh, but duh, a heating pad. he grabbed one out of a cabinet before heading to the kitchen, rummaging through for snacks or anything that may make you feel better.
“you need something?” he heard from behind him, meeting eyes with mary. 
“oh, uh….well…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “it’s that time of the month for—”
“i’ll bring ‘em some tea and some food.” she smiled, patting his back. “what they need right now is a massage and your presence, i’ll take care of things around here.”
elvis let out a sigh of relief, “appreciate ya. don’t wanna do the wrong thing.”
“trust me, you won’t.” 
he headed back upstairs with a hot water bottle and a heating pad, walking into his bedroom where you were still huddled up in bed. “alright, darlin’. mary’s comin’ up with some tea, i’ve got a whole lotta heat and this water bottle is about ready to burn my hands off.” 
you sat up with a groan, wiping at your eyes as you pouted at him, “elvis–”
“i brought a heating pad too. y’think double the heat might work on those cramps?” he asked, ignoring you. “i have extra pads in the bathroom, if you need more—i’ll have someone make a run ‘n get you some. y’need painkillers? i got the strong—”
“elvis.”
he looked over at you, raising his eyebrows like he did something wrong. 
with a hot water bottle ready to be against your back and a heating pad on your lower stomach, you pouted at him. “you didn’t need to do all of this….”
“but, i did. i want you to be comfortable, baby. i hate that y’all gotta go through that every month.” he frowned. “is there something else i can get you? just say the word ‘n i’ll go get it.”
you thought for a moment, “well….you did forget one thing…”
“oh!” he got ready to head out the bedroom again, “what is it?”
“you.”
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tokio-motel · 7 months
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ugly giggling rn
why does every idea i have for u make me feel like ive alr sent this
ahem
imma get the number 4 along with a coca cola(the full mf band headcannons) with a male reader who's a baker and likes to bake for them bro
they prolly dont have sweet tooths(oh wait yes they do remember when they tried alat candy?) anyway an example is that maybe they're down and reader makes em smth like brownies(TRUST i made brownies about a month ago from my break up and it worked real well.) but still leaves em alone and lets em think(unless they want reader with them in there lap or smth AHEM tom)
of courseee like always add whatever whenever😔🤚🏾
LOVE YOUUU
BAND X BAKER READER
HII I LOVE YOU MORE 😍😍 last time i made brownies those bithces wre as hard as ROCKS like i literally slammed it onto the counter and it stayed in one piece..uh anyways
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BILL:
・He loves anything you make
・He gets so happy when you give him a batch of brownies or cookies JKHEXBJJKEDX
・Can never hide his happiness when he receives something, hes always grinning ear to ear
・THE PRAISEEEEE
"Oh my god, M/N! You made this? It's looks so good holy shit-"
・ofc we made it tf 🤨
・He always asks you to eat with him, he likes being by your side!
・He has a huge ass sugar tooth, have you seen the way he acts around skittles? 😭😭
・If you ask him to help you (even if it's as small as something like mixing the batter) he gets so GIDDYYYYY
・Loves helping you in any way he can!!!
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TOM:
・He'd try to hide how excited he is whenever you give him something.
・His love language is giving gifts so receiving gifts from YOU? oh my LORD he's so thrilled.
・Can't help but laugh whenever he sees a smudge of flour on your nose or shirt, yet doesn't tell you it's there.
・He thinks it's too cute to wipe off 😴
・Wrapping his arm around you as he takes a bite of whatever you've given him
・Telling you how good it is between every bite, rubbing his fingers up and down your sides.
"This is the best fucking thing I've tasted in my whole life.."
・If you ask to bake with him he cancels all of his plans crossing plans with you, immediately coming over.
・Slinging an arm around your shoulders as he reads the recipe, his head rested on the top of your head
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GEORG:
・AHH FREE FOOD! 😍
・nah fr he loves the fact you can bake, he can't make a decent batch of cookies to save his life.
・Always shocked whenever he receives something, no matter how long you've been doing it
"Another cupcake?"
"Shut the fuck up and eat it."
・yes sir.
・He goes HAM on that shit he loves your baking.
・Actually refuses to buy baked goods anywhere else, unless it's an ABSOLUTE need.
・Asks BEGS you to sit down and eat with him, even if it just a small bite off the corner of a brownie
・Leaning against you as he eats it 😻😻
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GUSTAV:
・OH MY GOD.
・Y'all r the perfect match. He loves cooking and you love baking 🫶🫶
・He's always looking forward to the next thing you make him
・Gets so happy even if it's something small like a macaron.
・If you try to cheer him up by baking something he gets so fucking HAPPY!!
"Oh..for me?"
"Of course! I know you've been down lately so..."
・He'd be SOBBINGGG later 🤞
・He's just so grateful he's dating you and that you actually gift him stuff KSHWDXBBKH
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sarahs-secrets2 · 11 months
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Signed, Sealed, Delivered ˋ♡ˊ
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request here for @c0wb0yenthusiast thank youuu sm
based on Signed, Sealed, Delivered by Stevie Wonder
fem!reader (no use of Y/N)
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: none! fluff!!
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“Oh my god,” your hands wrapped around the coffee mug bringing it up to your lips taking a short sip before continuing your rant, “He’s never going to propose is he?”
“Don’t say that,” your friend chimed in trying to bring you back down to reality. 
“He’s quite literally never home, I think he takes jobs to avoid me at this point,” obviously you were exaggerating. Phillip and you were happy but that nagging voice in the back of your head kept your mind busy with all the “what ifs,”. 
“Give him time, I'm sure he’s planning something for you,” your friend squeezed your hand reassuring you it would be okay.
“I guess so,” as much as you wanted to believe her words it just felt like there was no proposal or wedding in your future. Phillip was always busy with the Shadow Company and when he was home it was purely rest. Your mind drifted off running through all the possibilities that could happen and an engagement just wasn't one of them. 
After your goodbyes, you headed to the car after the mini coffee date with your friend. The drive was quiet as you let your mind wander until your phone rang. 
“Phillip, hey what’s up?” you answered, hitting the accept button as the phone connected to the Bluetooth.
“Hey, darlin’ you headed home?”
“Yeah, should be back in about,” you glanced at the time, “15-20 minutes,”
“Perfect, can't wait to see ya, okay bye love you,” he hung up before you got a chance to respond. What you didn't know was the whole point of going out with your friend was to get you out of the house for Phillip to set up his proposal. 
She has no idea
Graves smiled looking at the text on his phone. He had planned everything down to the minute and so far everything was going perfectly. He checked his watch for the time and quickly changed into a white button-up with black slacks. Standing in the bathroom mirror he rolled up his sleeves just above his elbows. With a quick spritz of cologne on his wrist and neck, and a little bit of gel in his hair, he jogged down the stairs making sure you hadn't arrived yet. 
Pulling into the driveway a wave of exhaustion flooded over you. The conversation over coffee made you feel all sorts of things. You knew you and Phillip were happy but you couldn't help but feel self-conscious at the idea of not being engaged yet after 5 years. Phillip was simple and you knew he would propose when he felt right so now you just had to put your trust in him and wait. 
Approaching the house, you noticed a piece of paper taped to the door with your name on it. Apprenhenisley you opened it not knowing what to expect. 
Come Find Me -Phillip
A small smile began to creep across your face as you shook your head at your boyfriend's antics. Opening the front door you shouted to try to draw Graves out, “Phil… I’m home.” Your call was answered with pure silence as you walked through the house trying to find him. Your head was on a swivel trying to see where he could be hiding. Until out of the corner of your eye was another note sitting perfectly on the stairs. Chuckling to yourself you bent down picking up the note.
Getting Warmer -Phillip
“Graves, where are you?” you shouted up the stairs, making your voice echo loudly through the house. Huffing in frustration from your failed attempts to draw him out you headed up the stairs to continue your search. You glanced at the doors in the hallway noticing the only one shut was the door to your shared bedroom. Funny enough it was also the only door with a note similar to the two previous ones you had found taped to it.
“Good one Phillip,” you joked as you opened the third envelope. 
Almost there -Phillip
Unsure of what to expect, you opened the bedroom door to finally find Phillip who stood with a bouquet of flowers, and the final note.
“You found me,” he smiled, motioning for you to come in.
“I did,” as you walked in you began to notice how different the room looked. Candles lit up and placed on the nightstand and dresser, rose petals spread on the bed, and Phillip in front of you swapping out his usual blue button-up for a dressier white one. “You look handsome,” you leaned in, placing a kiss on his lips before he pulled away. 
“Your final note doll,” he winked, handing you the envelope. Popping the seal and pulling the note out you read the ink.
Marry Me? -Phillip
Your hand flew to your face covering your mouth that was left agape. Looking at Phillip, who was now down on one knee with a ring, tears began to well in your eyes. 
“Whaddya say?” his smile widened as he spoke.
“Oh my god yes,” you couldn't say it fast enough as you fell to your knees to join him on the floor. His arms wrapped around you pulling closer to him. Pulling back from the hug he slipped the ring onto your finger, admiring how it looked.
“I could get used to this,” he laughed, his hands cupping your face and pulling you in for a slow kiss. 
“Me too,” you mumbled into his lips. 
“And you were nervous I wasn't going to propose,” he teased, kissing up and down your neck. A light gasp escaped your lips.
“Who told you that?” heat rising to your cheeks at the embarrassment. Graves noticed and lightly rubbed his thumb along your cheek.
“I’ve been plannin’ this for a while sweetheart, you had no reason to worry, I just need it to be perfect,” he stood up grabbing your hand to help you join him.
“Thank you, it was perfect,” 
His hands wrapped around your waist tugging you closer “I'm glad,” he smiled kissing your lips again, “Only the best for you,”
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slamminslamminmcgill · 7 months
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bro i keep thinking abt going on a roadtrip with lalo, yknow like driving him to the border or something, him making you pull over on the middle of a highway, pulling you out of the car and doing it right then and there "so what if a car passes by? you really care that much?" yknow what im trying to get at?
list of things we are
so fucking back
combining w/ this
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warning: exhibitionism, humiliation/degradation, spanking
anatomical terms: pussy
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"Bend over the hood."
That was the first thing either of you had said to each other for the past 50 miles or so. You were leaning against the window, half-asleep, rubbing your eyes as your retinas burned from the fluorescent ceiling lights suddenly igniting. Groggy, disoriented, and unsure if you'd heard him correctly, you mumbled, "Huh... wha-?"
Lalo's answer was blunt: blunt force trauma. Pure nonchalance, not a hint of irony or sarcasm, just relaying factual information. He didn't even look over at you as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the driver's side door. "Get out and bend over the hood. I wanna fuck you."
Lots of questions could've followed that remark, such as, What, why?, What time is it?, or Where the hell even are we? Though for some reason, probably because he had you so well-trained to take him at any time, any place, the question that you settled on was, "Can't we just do it in the backseat?"
"Nope. Last time we did it in the back, it took me forever to get the stain out. And I don't trust you to be able to hold it in. Now don't make me ask you again." He slammed the door behind him and walked around to the front of the car, waiting for you to join him.
You sluggishly got out of the car, stretching and yawning as you took in your surroundings. There wasn't much to see. Hell, there wasn't much you could see this time of night. Just desert sand on both sides of the lone road, and Lalo standing in front of the headlights, tapping his foot impatiently. You were about to bend down and take your place, when another pair of headlights spawned over the horizon. You gasped and snapped your spine back up, like a prey animal ready to make a run for it, "Babe... Babe, someone's coming."
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm not. So hurry up." Lalo grabbed you by your hair and shoved your face down, smushing your cheek against the hood. "It's not my fault you're such a sloppy mess when you get fucked. If you could contain yourself, I could take you in the back. Let you have some privacy." He yanked your pants down to your ankles and spanked your ass, the cool night breeze soothing you after the harsh sting. "But you can't, so you have to get fucked outside like a whore."
The other car sped past your lewd display. Maybe they saw; maybe they didn't. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. Lalo would take what he wanted, regardless of who was watching what was happening. You yelped when he spanked your other cheek. "Ah! I'm sorry, Lalo!"
"Oh, no, no, no, don't be sorry, baby! It's just who you are. You can't help being a slut, huh?" He slid his fingers up the length of your pussy, and chuckled in delight at what he felt. "Ha! See? You're already wet for me! Good boy!" He ruffled your hair like he was praising a dog. In a way, he was.
"Mmm, thank youuu..." You whined.
"Aw, you're welcome, honey." Lalo cooed. Having found that you were ready to take him, he hastily pulled his cock out of his jeans and pushed inside you. You cried out, your voice echoing through the vast desert. Once he bottomed out, he pulled you up to him by your hair and growled in your ear.
"Good boy... That's it... You can make as much of a mess as you need to out here. And I want you to give all the other cars a good show when they pass by. Okay, pretty boy?"
"Nghhh, okaaay..."
For miles and miles, the only sounds that could be heard were two bodies, one's loud, desperate moans, and the occasional honk from a curious passerby.
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milfzatannaz · 2 months
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do youuu have the cookie recipe for the ones you made the other day?
sure do hon! (I’ve been trouble shooting this recipe for over a year, bc I’m quite good at baking cookies specifically lol. Theyre always a hit and I handed them out for Christmas and at school function! )
anyway here goes:
1 stick salted** butter, browned and cooled. Don’t dump hot melted butter into this recipe! You can stick it in the fridge honestly
1 stick salted** butter, soft enough that it has a bit of give when you poke it but def not too soft
3/4 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup white sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
2 1/4 cups flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
A mix of dark and semisweet chocolate chips
Cream the butter and sugar on low for about 4 minutes. You don’t want to over mix this step, because if the butter is too warm it’ll create sludge in the oven. Trust me.
Add the eggs one at a time, and the vanilla. Once they’re incorporated it’ll be very slimy lol. That’s okay!
In another bowl whisk your dry ingredients to incorporate them, and add the dry mixture to the wet a half cup at a time. Once it’s all mixed, add your chocolate chips and mix those by hand. How much chocolate? Idk it’s up to you
** I always use salted butter to get that deep, toffee flavor in my cookies. It makes a difference!
Bake at 350 for 11 minutes!
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Heyyyy first, I want to say that I love your writing!!!
I saw this prompt in tiktok and I thought that it's kinda cute. I'm not sure if you do Larissa Weems x Reader x Marilyn Thornhill though but anyway.
Larissa and Marilyn are together. One time they're talking about how they're struggling to get a baby in their relationship. A baby as in another person they can be in a poly relationship with. Reader heard this but they thought baby like as in a child. So being close with the two, she offered advice and told them that they can help them if they needed it. Larissa and Marilyn just looked at each other and they both agreed to pursue reader and get them as their baby. It's up to you how it goes, it's totally fine if you don't write this! Thank youuu
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Innocent Offer {l. weems & m. thornhill}
summary: req above !
relationship: larissa weems x fem!reader x marilyn thornhill
extra/warning: this req is so cute 😭
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You had sat on the couch in the corner of the staff room at the start of the second break and since then everyone had left to go to their next periods. You were mindlessly scrolling through your instagram when two figures walk in oblivious to that fact that you were there as well. Looking back down at your phone, you move closer to the two ladies wanting to hear what they were talking about.
"Larissa! We've tried so many times to get one, don't you just want to give up?" You looked over at the two, Larissa was scrolling through her phone whilst Marilyn had her head rested on the table.
"Trust me darling," she placed her phone down and gave Marilyn a comforting hug whilst you watched. "We will get one for our own, just have some patience." Thats when it hit you, they were trying to get a baby. Watching the two of them from your corner, you couldn't help but feel bad for the two, they deserved the world after everything they had done to help you over the years that you had worked here and now you had the opportunity to return the favour by being their surrogate. You walk over to the two and sit down across from them.
"Y/N?? How long have you been here?" Larissa looks at you in shock, making her partner raise her head to look at you.
"Long enough to hear your issue," You start not noticing the look of horror the both shared. "I understand how terrible it is too feel this way, my parents had the same issue. If it makes you feel any better I'd gladly do it for you. Think about it, and get back to me but for now I really need to get ready for my next class." and with that you stand back up and leave the room, leaving the other two speachless.
"You think she really means that?" Marilyn asks looking at her girlfriend in pure shock, already knowing that she wants you.
"Well, I really hope so otherwise I don't know what she means." A hum is the response, "But you need to go to your next class otherwise you'll be late. Let me deal with this new information for now." She finishes kissing Marilyns head softly, sighing as she watched her other half leave the staff room.
Larissa knew that her Marilyn wanted you and she couldn't deny that she thought you were attractive. Somehow she had landed herself at the door of your classroom, just able to make out you at the front of the classroom. Slipping into the classroom, she is able to stay at the back without being noticed. Watching for a few minutes before sitting down next to one of the students who quickly sat up straighter amusing Larissa.
"Can anyone tell me what Crackstones goal was?" You ask the class spontaneously, looking around for someone to answer. No hands raised and just as you were about to say it yourself a hand goes up in the back. Nodding relieved that someone was paying attention.
"He wanted the world rid of Outcasts, and it seems he failed miserably." The voice who answers makes you freeze in your tracks.
"Principal Weems? What are you doing here?" If students weren't already paying attention they were now, craning their necks to look at their Principal.
"Came to check on how you were doing. Am I not allowed to do that anymore?"
"I- of course you can! It's just you've never come to my class before." You point out causing a few students to laugh, looking down at your watch to check the time realising that there was ten minutes left. Allowing the students to leave early you walk around your desk to your cupboard
"Y/N, Did you really mean what you said earlier?" Your boss asks, as she looks down at your figure which is bent over looking for something.
"Of course! You and Marilyn deserve a child and I'd be honoured to be able to help." You smile, but it drops the moment you see Larissa's face go from curiosity to surprise. "You meant a child right?"
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biribaa · 1 year
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HeYYY I HEARD YOU WRITE FOR EDGAR? SEEE I'VE BEEN A LONGTIME SIMP FOR HIM SOOO can i get a oneshot of edgar (x reader romantic pls) if you aren't comfortable with writing a oneshot you can write headcanons too okay THANK YOUUU
Edgar x reader headcanons!
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He cares sooooo much about you, always asking how your day was when you get home, asking if you're feeling okay, if you're hungry or cold, Edgar is always trying to make you feel pleased. After all, your smile is everything to him.
There are those moments where Edgar randomly starts playing a song when there's silence. For example, you're reading a newspaper and suddenly Edgar starts playing a romantic song to make you laugh.
Edgar also likes to make you gifts when you get home, maybe your favorite dinner, or a drawing, or maybe some interesting news in your eyes!
He gets all goofy well you pet him, or show any kind of physical affection, he'll do a nervous laugh, and if he had a face he'd be totally red. But trust me he loves it.
Edgar is a boyfriend who begs to have a movie night for you. He has SO MANY classics he would love to show you, maybe even do the mid-movie kiss cliché!
There are certain moments when Edgar becomes anxious, making an exaggerated effort to remember what you like and don't like so you don't abandon him. It will take a while for Edgar to really understand that you are not going to abandon him.
Edgar is very tentative with romantic nicknames and wants to make sure you're comfortable. But when you tell Edgar it's fine he won't stop. "Sweetheart.", "Love", "Darling", "Dear", "My Dearest", let me tell you this isn't even half of they.
Do silly request with HIS SILLY VOICE UHSYDGHSSVBSHS.
"Can you kiss me? :(" All dramatic and sad
"Can I sleep with you? Pleeeease waaaa..." He whines.
"..Can you read a book for me?"
"Y/N. I want a hug :("
"Can I dance with you?"
I can hear his voice in every single line I writed. Dear god.
Maybe he's a little annoying, it's up to you. Edgar will always be asking for a type of affection, mainly physical. So Edgar will always be whining that you didn't give him a hug, making thousands of arguments why you should give him a hug. Or, why you should give him a kiss. As I told you, Edgar is a sucker for phisical affection
"Ahm– Well– It is recommended that you give one person eight hugs a day!"
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iciatheguardess · 2 months
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Hiiii it’s meeee elsie
conflicted Elsie
Look, you know as well as I do that I love TAOCC to freaking death
but like
I may have to partially step away from it after the current arcs are over.
these goofy goobers took over my life for the last three-ish months, and while I’ve had an amazing time, it’s…caused me to neglect other parts of my life, and restrict myself more than I should when it comes to how I am on this site. I’ve stated my intention to try and branch out multiple times but I never go through with it because I just…I have things to write here! I can’t! And yeah it’s fun but sometimes I get hurt even if people don’t mean to, like, I’ve gotten legitimately ill from this once or twice.
But I feel like even trying to step away a bit is somehow abandoning all of you or betraying your trusts. I want to stay friends with you guys, but my actual life and Irlsie has to come first most of the time, because I am not JUST Elsie, if that makes any sense. Elsewhere is and was always meant to be a sona for some interaction, maybe some friendos, but nothing this…involved, because I can’t put all of my social effort onto the internet because no matter what I do, the internet is not a completely genuine place, and I’ve accepted that. There are some parts of my personality I just don’t use. You don’t really ever see calm Elsie or mental illness Elsie or sappy Elsie, maybe once or twice, and that’s intentional. This is Writing Elsie’s blog, lol, but there’s other Elsie that needs to be allowed to exist outside of the internet, and I can’t neglect her or my actual life for the sake of this.
I honestly don’t know what to do here. I love these characters on a very personal level, and have poured my heart into them, and I don’t want to straight up leave them. Even only partially separating myself seems kinda pointless because I know what happens when someone gets really behind on the lore and has to be caught up on even just a day’s events to explain why Character A looks like this now or Character B is referencing this event, etc. etc.
But there’s a point where it’s not healthy anymore. Where things reach a place where I have to admit that this can’t be my entire life anymore. And I’m not entirely sure what on earth I should do about it…
If I do somewhat step back, it’ll probably be right after the vacation arc ends. i’m gonna pour my fluff loving heart and soul into that thing, don’t you worry. But you shouldn’t expect another dungeon or something like that from me unless I have a VERY good reason and a well formulated plan. Yes, I’ll probably still engage in shippery and fluff, as well as analysis, but mostly within the bounds of characters and dynamics we’ve already established, and not much farther than that. My one exception to the “after the vacation arc” rule would probably be Yelena’s arc, because of how long things in that section tend to take, for various reasons. Yelena’s arc is barely started, and stuff takes possibly days to move even a few hours in-universe. Sooooo….yeah, I wanna finish that, I’ve put too much work into it already to just stop it.
…dang this was only supposed to be a paragraph…
…pls halp, I have no idea what to do lol.
Ok. I've read over this a couple times.
First off, I'm talking to you as L here, and not Star. I am very, very proud of you for acknowledging this and understanding that this is getting unhealthy. I think it's very smart that you dont want to neglect your yourself irl and the fact you're saying this, and saying exactly what you'll be doing, I'm really proud of it.
To give you a clear answer, if it's going to help you irl then I think stepping back is smart. Especially from the trauma and angst, because that stuff hurts a LOT and it can be really, really detrimental and negatively affect irl things. What I DONT think is that it's betraying anyone. You need to be able to put yourself and your needs first in order to be your best self, and everyone understands that you can't be on tumblr 24/7 because, well, that's really really really really unhealthy and not good. I'm really glad you're telling me about this though so I, and everyone else who sees this, knows.
TAOCC is really great but there's a LOT of heavy things on here and with everything going on, it can be super weighing and really affect people irl. I can speak from experience because honestly, I'm in a similar situation. I won't speak much about that though. It's definitely addictive and can get really really unhealthy if you let it, and honestly it's not hard to let it.
I want you to do whatever you feel is best for you, no matter what that entails. Fei and Tails and Xeya and Kumo and so many others and I love you so much and do NOT want you neglecting yourself and your life irl for this- it's meant to be entertainment, not a lifestyle.
I think it's smart to finish Yelena's Arc before partially stepping back. And I think it's even smarter to not want to do another dungeon, because that whole thing was a massive angst-fest and I think it negatively affected people more than they care to admit. Shippery and fluff and minor things is a good boundary.
I'll wrap this up now, but again, I'm in full support of this decision because I want you to be at your best. You're right, you're not just Elsie. And it's not fair for you to only be Elsie when you're so much more than that. If stepping away from tumblr will help you take care of the other parts of your life that we aren't involved in or aware of, then please do so because no part of you and your life should be sacrificed for the sake of entertainment.
Again, I'm really, really proud of you for admitting this.
Please know we'll always support you and you're super important to all of us, so don't ever feel bad for putting your needs first. Irl things should always come first.
But no matter what always remember:
WE LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH AND YOURE SUPER IMPORTANT AND WE WANT THE BEST FOR YOUUU ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Everything I said is applicable for everyone else reading this too. Taocc is fantastic and we love it but it shouldn't completely take over your life. It's okay to take a break or step back fully if it means the best for your health and irl life. Please remember to take care of yourselves- and everything that Elsie talked about here is FANTASTIC self care. It may be hard, but it's also the best decision she can make for herself and may be the best decision for others too.
Alright- I think I covered everything. Don't ever feel like you're betraying us Elsie- it's not betrayal, it's self care. We'll still be here for you, always. Never forget that ❤️❤️❤️
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chaiiskindagross · 1 year
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Hello~☆ I'm kinda new here but your idea seemed so fun, as was scrolling through your blog (you draw them nicely and t h i c c). I hope I don't come off too stiff or rude 🐧🌸
1. I'd like to have a calm but fun loving companion. Just someone who will help around the house and make life less boring and lonely. Though I prefer to be independent and self-sufficient, it sure feels nice to coodled and taken care of sometimes. Sure hope my CyBi doesn't take it too far and crosses any lines 👀👀👀 I'm really weak to yanderes that manipulate you subtly without you noticing until it all crashes down. Those that would never harm you, even when it's so enticing. Well, not in terms of broken bones or scars anyways ehe~ The betrayal, despair and thrill would be sooooo bittersweet. Oh and I guess a very soothing velvety voice and soft and warm smile are important
2. I am a very affectionate girl, especially physically! I may need time to warm up to someone, if that happens at all but when I do like someone, romantic or not, I like to give hugs like there's no tmr ♡ Just don't be surprised by my resting bitch face 😓. I am also quite the short introvert I suppose. (Sry I didn't know how to compress it ><)
3. No one in particular
4. This one is not really erotic but I do value huggability (big boobas save lives). If he goes through my tumblr history (which he definitely would never do ofc, he's a good boy), he'll see I am quite fond of non-con, somnophilia, size kink, overstimulation and usually prefer service tops. But a virgin like me would never dream of something so embarassing!!!
5. None
6. My darling CyBi wasn't intended to be a romantic or sexual partner in the first place. He doesn't need to know about these dark secrets.... I trust him a lot though, so I don't have to worry about him going out of his way to invade into my privacy. ....right?
I hope I didn't make any mistakes 🤔 If it's still not that intersting to write, it's obv OK to ignore. Just have fun red! 🥛🍪 - Cookie anon
yandere! robot! pervert! shindou you x fem! reader
notes: hi there cookie anon! pleasure to have you snoop through my blog, darlin’! and ty ty, i do like drawin’ ‘em thicc. alsO you didn’t come off as stiff or rude at all! sO, for your request, I chose shindou you for youUu!! he’s so pretty omg and he’s perfect for the whole concept of calm, sweet but manipulative, and he’s not very clingy but he does enjoy affection. and hehehe.. his quirk— vibration is gonna come in handy for some servicing if you’re catching my drift. also, his tiddies are pretty fat so… plus, he is such a great faker omg, & y’all would be resting bitch face besties.
warnings: drugging, noncon, somnophilia, overstimulation, improper use of quirks, fingering, unprotected sex, p in the v, panty sniffing.
summary: shindou has a lot of free time when you’re at work, and because of this, he has lots of time to explore your home while you’re out and that’s when he stumbles upon your search history on your laptop (which he totally didn’t hack into bc it was password protected).
CURIOSITY killed the cat, but the cat died nobly and satisfaction brought it back.
Shindo’s a good boy. Well, at least on the surface. After he waves goodbye to you and gives you a little side hug, shooing you off to work, he does his chores, takes a nap to charge, starts thinking about what to make for dinner, and overall acts like the golden boy he’s supposed to be. However, lately, boredom has began to fester inside of him. He watches TV like a normal human being (he really likes baking shows and National Geographic) but he’s still looking for some kind of stimulation to pass the time. Which leads to now.
Sitting at the dining room table with your laptop, he curiously opens it up and watches as it automatically starts to turn on. Playing a game or two could be fun, or maybe he could end up finding a hobby that interests him.
Soon, your user pops up, along with the bar that prompts the user to insert their password. Not a problem. He activates his ‘Breaker Mode’ and holds up one of his pointer fingers, watching as the tip peels back to reveal a usb that he inserts into the laptops port, accessing your password and entering it in within a thirty second time frame, granting him permission to invade your laptop life. He could have easily logged in as ‘guest’ but what was the fun in that?
Shindo’s a good boy. But he has to blink back at his surprise when he suddenly got some unexpected information shot into his face.
Tumblr?
He knows the basics about social media platforms and what they’re used for but he had no idea you used this one. And he’s even more so surprised by the sight of one of your most recent fictional reads.
x reader warnings: noncon, somnophilia…
Blinking, Shindou couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he knew all the basic vanilla kinks but nothing like this. Out of curiosity, and the fact that his finger was still plugged in, his irises flashed pink for a moment, his ‘Breaker Mode’ going into hard-drive as he downloaded all of the content from your search history (even the deleted bits) into the mainframe of his brain. Once he was done, his usual warm smile broke out into something much more sinister and malicious. Truly, he was built to be the most amazing helper to you, and an even better boy, so, he should be able to help you enact your hidden fantasies, shouldn’t he?
Well, at least now he had something to rid himself of his boredom.
Checking the time on the laptop, he hatched a plan and turned it off, standing up so he could go grocery shopping for a few extra things he needed for dinner.
“What’s all this?”
You’d just arrived from a long day at work, looking to relax for a while and then go to bed. Shindou always cooked dinner when you weren’t working so it wasn’t really a surprise, but you were surprised by the fact that he’d made one of your favorite meals and it smelled delightful. After slipping off your shoes and following the tasty and familiar scent you found Shindou putting the last finishing touches on his cooking, turning to greet you with his usual warm smile.
“Welcome home! And well, you’ve had a long week, I wanted to make something you enjoyed, hopefully it’s to your liking.” He offered, rubbing his hands on his apron before he motioned towards the dining room table (he’d put your laptop back where he found it already). “Sit down and I’ll make you a plate.”
As independent as you were, you gladly let him fix a plate of food for you, going to have a seat while watching him move around from where you were seated. As soon as he set the food down in front of you you nearly drooled but waited for him to come back with his own plate of food, along with some drinks he’d prepared for the two of you. Once you were both seated and situated, you dug right in, pleased to see that it was just as delicious as it smelled and looked.
While you both enjoyed your dinner together, he asked you how your day was and the conversation flowed naturally, a few comfortable silences here and there.
As much as you enjoyed the meal and the conversation, you could feel yourself becoming sleepier and sleepier. You had at least wanted to do the dishes since Shindou cooked but it didn’t seem you could even do that.
“Gosh… I’m so tired, I didn’t even.. Shindou, I’ll… do dishes tomorrow… I need a little—-“ Your head dropped onto the table before you could finish your sentence, the table and everything on it shaking in response. The CyBi hummed in satisfaction upon seeing the sleeping pill powder he’d slipper into your food worked much faster than he’d thought and seemed pretty efficient as well.
Standing up, he went to pick you up from the chair, holding you comfortably in his arms as he carried you into your bedroom which was right across from his.
Gently, he laid you down on top of your bed on your back and began undressing you, whistling while he did so, almost as if he was completely carefree and doing a basic task. He always took care of you— mind, body, and soul. Though, he’s never done anything like this. You’ve never asked him to do things such as this but according to the shit you read on tumblr this is exactly what you wanted.
Once he stripped you down to just your panties, he stared at your exposed body, standing over the edge of the bed, scanning his eyes over you to commit the image into his memories.
“So pretty…”
He purred, a delusional smile spreading across his face as he tugged off his shirt.
Seconds later, he got on top of your bed to dress you in his shirt so that you’d know, the bed dipping from his weight. You’d know that he had followed through on your fantasies just like he was supposed to.
Looking down at you, he moved himself to be between your legs, sliding his hands up and down the meat of your thighs, enjoying the feel of them beneath his fingers. You looked so peaceful and calm, not aware of the dangerous man who was observing you and mentally taking note of just how small you were in comparison to him. He could have taken advantage of you much earlier than this, but he’s a good boy. If you didn’t want this, why’d you allow him to see you in your most vulnerable moments? Allow him to sleep in the bed that was only a mere wall away from yours? Leave your bedroom door unlocked for him to slip into your bedroom anytime you’re sleeping to do whatever he wished. You were basically begging for him to push the boundaries between the two of you.
Slowly inching his way down the bed, he laid down onto his stomach between your legs and wrapped his arms under your thighs. Using one hand to push your panties aside to reveal your folds, he held them out of the way to keep them exposed for his hungered eyes. What a pretty pussy. Everything about you was pretty to him. He’d always thought so from the moment he opened his eyes after you’d activated him.
With a test, he licked a long strip up your slit and peered over your belly, taking a look at your face to see if you had stirred in your sleep. Seeing no reaction from you, he dipped his tongue into your walls and began to fondle your inside with the muscle, feeling your body naturally clench around the foreign object. Opening and closing his mouth, he gave your slit a flurry of messy opened mouth kisses, sloppily eating you out. His eyes remained staring at your face as he did so, taking note of the slight scrunch of your nose and the way your brows knitted at the sudden pleasurable sensation between your legs.
No sign of waking up.
Deciding upon himself to take the step a little further, he took his free hand, his arms still hooked around your thighs like a belt. Then, he activated his quirk into just the tip of his middle finger, pressed the meaty vibrating digit against your clit and simultaneously licked and ate away at your folds.
That sparked a reaction out of you. You were still fast asleep but that didn’t stop the lethargic moans that came from your mouth, along with the slight arch of your back from the bed as he tangled his tongue in your awaiting entrance. Never once did he take his eyes off of you as he was ravaging you with his tongue, taking note of every change in your facial features as he experimented with different intensities of the vibrations and the differing movement of his tongue. Then, he began to wonder… What if…?
With a little extra concentration, the tip of his tongue began to vibrate as well, overwhelming your poor pussy with a variety of sensations. He watched in interest as you whined in your sleep, shuddering and trembling beneath his surprisingly skilled techniques of both his mouth and hand.
“Shi…shin..shindou…~”
Now that was a pleasant surprise.
You’d moaned his name.
Which meant that you were expecting this.
You wanted this.
These were things he already knew but it was nice to have his theory further solidified.
He grinned, despite still being tongue deep into your increasingly soaking walls. The ravishment of his mouth on you was growing immensely, his parted lips slurping away at your folds like a starving man being given his first meal in months, years even.
The pleasure was still felt in every nerve of your body despite still being unconscious, and naturally, your body reacted. The good boy ripped one unwilling orgasm out of you, and then another, and another, and another, until you were shaking and crying in your sleep, somehow even your hand had even ended up tangled in the soft tufts of his artificial raven hair. His tongue was drenched, his chin was dripping with your juices, and his umami taste bud was running rampant with the taste of you. He’d overstimulated you to the point of you cursing in your sleep, twisting and turning as you tried to slip away from his hold, run away from his tongue. He didn’t allow you a break until he was satisfied.
Eventually, he pulled away and moved to sit on his knees after untangling his arms from your legs and gently taking your hand and laying it back down by your side.
Through a half-lidded gaze and a sleepy smile on his face his palmed himself through the shorts you’d bought for him, chewing on his lip as he mentally debated with himself on whether or not he would continue or not.
He would.
In the midst of his attack on your poor cunt with the use of his tongue and his quirk, his chin wasn’t the only thing in the splash zone. Your panties were just as soaked as your slippery lower lips and he took very good note of that when he tugged them off of you and bunched them up, pressing them right against his nose. Getting a good whiff of you and your essence made his mechanical eyes roll back before he licked your sticky arousal right from the crotch, still palming his dick through his shorts with his other hand.
Shindou’s a good boy, but he can be impatient. Especially now.
Still pressing your panties against his nose like they were covered in the most intoxicating scent known-to-man, (after he licked them clean) he used his other hand to tug at the waistband of his shorts and briefs, grunting when his cock sprang to life and slapped his bare and hardened stomach. The fabric bunched up around his knees as he shuffled a little closer to you and then huffed, realizing that he wanted both hands free. With quick thinking, he draped your panties over his face so that the crotch was still over his nose but he could see through the leg holes. An impromptu ski mask, it looked almost like he was going to rob a bank, but the only thing getting robbed here was you.
Grabbing your legs, he moved them to rest on his hips and then aligned himself with your entrance, grinning from ear to ear as he pushed into you, inch by inch until his lower half was flush against yours. He watched as your face twisted up a little in discomfort from suddenly being impaled, your walls were gripping him like a glove but that wasn’t going to stop him. As he gripped onto your hip with a hand, he used the other to press his palm against your clit and activated his quirk yet again, watching as you jerked up towards the ceiling like you’d just had a defibrillator slammed onto your chest at the highest voltage.
A couple of orgasms later, you were loose enough and more than ready to get fucked into the mattress even in your deep sleep.
The next morning, you felt strangely well-rested. You were glad that it was the weekend which meant you had lots of time to lounge around and just enjoy your rest day. However, as soon as you sat up, you felt pain in your back and between your legs, prompting you to gasp slightly in shock and look down.
Wait a minute, who’s shirt was this? Why are the sheets so wet? Where are your panties???
You failed to notice the fluff of black hair pop into the doorframe, revealing a shirtless Shindou wearing a fresh pair of shorts that were hanging dangerously off his hips. In his hands, he held a tray of food.
“Mornin’ sleepyhead. Ready for breakfast?”
He’d questioned, slipping through the door frame to walk towards you, holding the tray out towards you. And then he smiled. “You’ll need all your energy if you’re going to heal up from last night, aheh.”
Shindou’s a good boy, but he’s got the mind of a psychopath.
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Guys pls give me links to good omens fanfic on Ao3 cuz i cba to actually do the work and find some myself and i trust u guys
It can be smut, angst, comfort i rlly dont care (but if it is smut preferablyyyy Azi and/or Crowley doesnt have a vagina cuz thats not my scene sorry guys)
(i totally support it but it doesnt fit with my headcanons, so its a purely selfish choice)
Anyways, just reblog this with some links or tag me in some good ones please and thank youuu
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short-black-diamond · 10 months
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HIIII! HOW ARE YOUUU!~
I came across your blog and looking at what you do write for I'm so excited! I don't know if you're at 200 followers yet but please remember that once you do reach your goal, Is it possible for you to do a The Greatest Estate Developer x reader where MC is part of the main cast? Like they follow Lloyd and Javier together on the adventures??(Just save this :3c)
For your 100 followers event, I would like a Nanbaka reverse au if possible?😮😮 I don't see a lot of people who watch nanbaka so it's cool to see someone write about them🤩
I claim 🍰nom
Awwww 🍰nom that's so cute! (Don't worry I only did that event so I could write something again heehehheheheee)
Sure I'll do a The greatest estate developer x reader for you! But about the nanbaka part, you'll have to explain to me what you mean by 'reverse au', ok? Cuz I'm stupid :p
I'll do it in headcannons, and then to a story, alright? And since you didn't tell me your sex, I'll make it with a female reader, okay? :)
Since there hasn't been the talk of a witch in the greatest estate developer, I'll write it with a hot, curvy witch, who is a scaredy cat and feels useless, but make it funny! ...and also angsty!
Word count: 2.6 k words
Also I did not proofread
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The greatest Estate Developer x Female!Witch!Reader! Chapter One: ...-> Chapter two
To be completely honest with yourself, you didn't know where you were
you had a bad argument/fight with your parents who wanted you to marry a guy you didn't know and told you how useless you were
it made you frustrated how your parents didn't understand that you didn't want to marry a guy who was too old for you
And that they only viewed you as a maid and cook rather than a woman
you lost it when your mother said that this was the reason your beloved cat Seseg (->that's the name of my cat who got given to another family) died
so you left.
you just up and left with packing everything dear to you, which was basically your whole room, into a small bag and left
ah yes, magic
you didn't look back, but you cried
you feared you'd freeze to death when it was night and you were following the moon, which was your compass, with your flying broom
you reached some cities, where you were wearing normal human clothes, your witch-hat and broom tucked safely into your bag, the people there were only giving you uninterested looks
when you had a job, you were underpaid and since you were young, you didn't really get the respect you should be given
you got yelled at, spat at and cursed at
when they found out you were a witch -you were making a fallen baby bird float up to its nest with your magic- they were after you with their sharp or lit up sticks, spears and swords
as you grew older, you got more distant and didn't really ask for anything else except a place to sleep
then, one day, a guy apporached you
you got bad vibes from him
when he was about five feet apart from you, he did something that made you fall unconscious
and when you woke up, you couldn't feel your mana anymore
how could somebody do that to you?
Did you deserve this?
after this, you lost trust in humanity, lost the ability to smile, and you were overall asking yourself why you kept going
what was your reason to leave anyway?
Sure, the guy was older, but he was also wealthy and your parents only wanted the best of you
tears prickled in your eyes and you sniffed
you wished you'd be home- "Hey, you're in the way woman!", a voice called and another, this time more shrill: "Watch out!"
before your mind could figure out what was going on, your body did and like on reflex, you stopped a...lava-shoot? crashing into you
with your magic
your breath hitched as you noticed two men coming towards you
you felt like crying and let the lava fall to the ground
"I-I'm sorry! I'll leave!", was all you said before you turned around ran
stupid, stupid witch.
YOU WORE HIGH HEELS AND YOU TRIPPED WITH A YELP
good thing your face didn't land in some sort of shit but grass
"Uh, you okay there little miss?"
God, how embarassing.
all you did was hold up a thumb which should be pointing up, but since you landed on your stomach, so it pointed back
After your little...uh, tripping accident, you were sitting between the two men on a cut tree, the lava pooping bangul on your lap and you four were in front of a small fire, roasting fish and chicken
how could such a cute little thing become so big? And shit lava???
The one sitting to your left was a man with brown hair, where some of it covered the right half of his face, but he was still handsome to you. He was wearing easy, but highranking-like clothes.
The one to your left was a man with baby-bluish cloudy hair, and you were dying to find out of it was as fluffy as you'd think it'd be
"My name is Lloyd Frontera, and that is my friend Javier. We tried warning you several times, but you were not listening. That will be very expensive for you.", the man with the brown hair said
Wait wha- "Wait, hold on, uh, Mr. Frontera, I don't know what-" "Oh? Are you new here?", Frontera asked in faux concern before he had an ugly grimace to which you shrieked and Javier was ready to hold you, as he was startled too
"Well, that's too bad, because new residents have to pay fees to live here, and since you seem to be some sort of mage -given the fact that you stopped the lava with your hands- I'll add two percent to it!", cue to him laughing maliciously
you turned towards Javier with a mortified expression "A-are you really...friends with him?", and Javier 'tsk'ed before looking to the side with a small nod
"Um, can't I do something that won't have me paying anything?", you asked in a meek voice. You didn't know that guy or what his intentions were. You found him really nice at first, but now, you were scared of him. And you also didn't really have any money on you right now. You were also a total dumbass in math so you didn't know what he meant by two percent.
His crazed face met yours again and you flinched
"I don't know, aren't you a mage or sorceress or something?"
You had to nod, but tears were clouding your vision again. "I-I'm a witch. But I'm, like I-..I'm useless...!", you croaked out before you leaned forward and cried. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Mr. Frontera, I didn't mean to bother you, or make whatever you were doing take longer. Please have mercy on me..."
You were so pathetic. Why did you always apologize? Why did you always mess something up? Why are you so stu-
"Listen, I've heard many people talk like that. 'Oh, please have mercy on me! I'll make anything you want, I promise!', but then they just dissappear or kick your butt with a shit eating grin on their face!"
You were shocked by this. How dare Lloyd Frontera compare you to those people? You were a victim of these kinds of humans after all...
"Mr. Frontera, I have no idea what might have made you think that I would jest about it, let alone think about it. I can't be helped but feel outraged. Another thing if I may add, is that we witches are honest creatures, unlike you humans."
The man seemed a little surprised, but then he turned serious again. "what do you have to offer to pay, witch?"
"I have nothing. You humans only care about money, am I right? Well,", you stood up, and gave him your bag, "in thiss magic bag, there is everything I hold dear to me. Take what you want. Take whatever you think might be good enough to be worth money."
He only stared at you with a confused expression. "W-wait. You're just giving me your belongings?" "Would you leave me alone? GIve me the choice to leave? No. You wouldn't. You'd try to take my bag. I know you humans. Your hearts and minds are only filled with lust and money to waste away your days of life on gambling and whatnot other useless stuff."
Your expression was hardened. Lloyd stood up. Then he bowed.
"I'm sorry, witch."
At that, you raised your eyebrows shot up. Is he...apologizing?
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No.
Humans don't apologize. They take and take and take-
"Please forgive me for my rude behaviour. You are not even from here and I'm already at your neck with paying fees. Allow me to introduce myself again.
My name is Lloyd Frontera, son of the noble of this small region. I was working on building some more modern houses for the orcs, because they needed ice, and I lied to them that I needed ice, and now I have a dilemma because I don't know-"
"I can make ice, Frontera."
A moment of silence passed before you spoke again.
"When I make ice for you...would that cut away some of the price I have to pay you for bothering you?", you asked hesitantly and averted your eyes. Your cheeks were warm out of embarassment, because you couldn't believe you'd actually ever offer a human of all creatures your help.
You didn't hear a response for a solid three seconds, and when you looked back to the brown haired dude, you screamed. How could a human make such devillish grimaces? He looked hideous.
"Does your wife kiss you with a face like that?!?!?!", you shrieked as he was about to reach out his hand to seal the deal you unofficially were about to do. But he halted.
You thought you heard a small snort from Javier's direction. The young noble fell to his knees. "...I am single."
"That figures."
Damn, you didn't hold back.
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It was the next day, after you've slept in one of Lloyd's rooms by decorating/rearranging it to your liking, you followed the noble and his knight to the place you guys have met for the first time.
You felt nostagic, to say the least. You had a job again, albeit having to help a human, it wouldn't be too bad-
"Lloyd, oink! How is the process going, oink?", a deep, smooth voice asked behind you, and when you turned around, you thought that you've seen the most handsome man in your entire life.
Beautiful green skin, wonderfull long dark hair that was thrown into a high ponytail, a sweet big, pointy tooth at the left corner of the man's mouth and the most beautiful shade of blue eyes you've ever seen.
And aside from that... he had the body of a greek god!
Gosh he is so hot! Is he single?! How old might he be?! Ah!- he looked at me!!!
"Ah, Arosh, great to see you! I'd like you to meet my newest recruit! Meet: The witch, ____! She's been bugging me yesterday, hence this big hole of now cold lava,", as he pointed to you and then to the big dark area-to which you blushed while apologizing shyly-, "but, she says she can make ice! Isn't that great?!"
Arosh looked at you with surprise, curiousity and happiness. "Arosh is happy that witch lady ____ is here with us! Please help the sand and steel tribe! We can not work out under this heat! The winter is far away and it is still spring! Please help us, witch ____!"
You wanted to hug Lloyd. You wanted to pat your own shoulder for proposing him the idea of helping him make ice.
God, dear lord, my creator, thank you. Thank you so much for giving me this peace of eye candy. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I'd like to thank you with all my heart.
And so, you found yourself with Lloyd again. But you had a confession to make. "Mr. Frontera, there is something I haven't told you."
As he turned around with a 'hm?', you took a deep breath before glaring at him angrily.
"I lied!"
Lloyd smiled. "What?"
"I-I lied..."
"WHY?", he shouted and you yelped. Your eyes were filling with salty water again and you hated it. Why did you always cry when you were angry? It was like the stongest emotions of your mother, sadness, and the anger from your father got heired by you, who yelled at him with venom in your voice, but water-streaming down your cheeks.
"Some human took all my mana!", you reasoned, quieting him for a moment. He just stared at you. "Who did it?"
"I don't know. All I know is that he looked like he couldn't hurt a fly and the next moment I was out cold. And what I remember from his looks it that he had dark hair, a beard, and he had a weird symbol on his clothes."
You inhaled before speaking again. "I am sorry, Mr. Front-"
"It's Lloyd, ____, and I will give you back your mana from that bastard. Meanwhile, can you use mine?"
You were taken aback. Was this human for real? Was Lloyd Frontera really thinking of you that highly that you could use some of his mana? And why was he suggesting giving you some of his mana? Let alone letting you use his?
"I-I...I don't know. I've never done this before.", you started. "But once I have your mana, I'll be able to create ice. I think that I'll also be able to expand the mana you've given me to my own level in no time." you had that hardened expression again.
He sighed through his nose before reaching out his hand. "But don't you dare to run off with it, ____!"
"I'm not a human like you. We witches are honest creatures.", you repeated this sentence you said yesterday. Hoping that Lloyd would understand it.
The moment your fingers brushed against his, a wave of euphoric electricity cruised through your body. It was like your soul was lifted, and you felt way too much adrenaline pumping through your veins.
Reflexively, you pulled your hand back as quick as possible and panted. Sure, it felt good, but you got too much mana from him. "What the hell?! Why did you give me so much?!", you yelled, glaring at him. If he'd have given you a little more, it might have killed you.
Your fingers were shaking and your only thought was to use your magic again. "Huuuuh? Be a little grateful, you witch! I just gave you half of my mana so you could do the ice in peace!"
You only sighed while shaking your head and beckoned him to follow you towards what he built. forms which resembled cubes were filled with water and Lloyd looked at you with some sort of exectation. Maybe he wanted you to say something smart or praise.
"Did you do this?", you asked and Lloyd nodded excitedly.
"Lloyd, I'm going to teach you about how to make ice.", and he nodded again.
You pulled back your sleeve so that your dominant arm would be on full display. then, you put it into one of those water cubes. Lloyd copied your move, one block away.
"Concentrate on the cold and warm amount of mana. Then, try to take only the warm mana out. Like this,", you grabbed your upper arm in the middle and your hand started to glow.
"You might not get it the first try because you're only ever, uh..."pushing out"? The mana? yeah, I ah...You just...you need to figure out how to absorb it. Think about taking back the mana you gave me. Then it should work."
Lloyd only stared at you with a frown on his face as his hand was in the water. "I...need to take back the mana, but only the warm ones...I've actually thought about this, but with your help, we might do it faster now!"
You deadpanned at his enthusiasm. "How about you see if you can actually do it before celebrating too soon?"
At that, Lloyd chuckled before he did as you said. After two seconds, he jumped and waved his hand around like a madman. "ARGH, Shit!"
"Burned yourself?"
"...yeah"
"C'mere."
You took his red hand into your own and used your healing magic form his mana and his hand came back to its original color.
Javier watched you two from afar. He had another unreadable expression on his face.
"You know...I wanted to thank you for having me, Lloyd. By far, this is the most welcome I've felt after all I've been through my whole life. You are a good man."
As you let go of his arm, he examined it before looking back to you. "No need to thank me. Although I'm very interested how your life was. I've never met a witch before, to be honest. You're also very nice to help me. I'm surprised that you didn't run off with the mana I've given you. After we made the ice, we'll eat something and talk, alright?"
You nodded.
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It was only the next day, but you two made it. You made dozens of ice blocks for the sand and steel tribe and you couldn't help but buzz on your seat on the broom as you were going to the region where Arosh lived.
Javier noticed your weird excitement and Lloyd only smiled.
"Y-you made...Ice, oink?", The father, you guessed, asked, as he was hugging himself and you smiled. When you stepped into that seokbinggo, you noticed Arosh and his father. Arosh waved at you excitedly to which you internally exploded and waved back with a sweet smile.
Lloyd went towards the stapled ice cupes and tapped on them a few times. "All we need to do now is put in the insulation and we're done."
At that, the orcs got loud. "Oooink! A-AMAZING! Now we won't have to throw out any meat, oink!", the father cheered, and his son responded: "And we won't have to hunt every day, oink!"
You giggled at their little antics, but halted when the next words came. "In celebration, today will be triceps day, oink! Call everyone to the square!"
"Triceps day, oooink!"
T-triceps day? God, is this heaven? Am I going to see more chiseled abs and sexy bodies ?! if yes then...
A tear rolled down your cheek as you closed your eye and clasped your hands together.
THANK YOU!
Lloyd and Javier asked why you were crying but you only giggled uncontrollably.
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How was that? I actually didn't know what you meant by following them to adventures, but I just wanted to do one of my favourite scenes, write about my favourite character and yeah.
Like, this webtoon had so many things happening which was giving me a little whiplash and I just thought fuck it we want to have something to begin with so that their adventures could some together. As in the reader meeting them like this and then accompaning them there and there.
I actually want to keep writing to be honest. It was very fun!
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swimming through sick lullabies | eddie munson
eddie munson x byers!fem reader
synopsis: you and eddie are fwb's, but eddie never really thought of you as that. so when jason carver starts flirting with you during lunch, eddie decides to show him the dude who screws you good every night.
wc: 1.5k
category: fluff + jealousy
tw:
a/n: special tag to @h4rringtonsworld, this one's for youuu 🫶🏽
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you had just moved back to hawkins from california a year ago after the unforeseen storm of an earthquake the small town in indiana had suffered. your mother and chief hopper are a real thing now and your brother will's always out with his three other friends. on the other hand, your eldest brother jonathan decided to drop out of lenora hills community college and bring his best friend argyle along to hawkins, renting a trailer together at the trailer park with the money they have from god-knows-where; you assume from argyle's old job at surfer boy pizza.
during these trying times of your family trying to make themselves comfortable again in hawkins, you've been secretly hooking up with the town freak eddie munson in your humble abode; whether it be when your mom is out on a date with hop or will is at mike's for d&d, or both if you're lucky. if you're not lazy to drive, you'd do the deed in his trailer, even though argyle and jonathan live nearby. sometimes jonathan would see your car parked out front of eddie's trailer in the morning and ask you your motives of staying the night, and you'd say you had a school project to complete, got too tired to drive and just crashed on the couch.
"you do realise i have a perfectly working car? that could drive you back home? god, at least knock on my door if you're here." jonathan would glare as you reply with a yeah yeah, big brother.
today, argyle and jonathan had enough time to drive back into town and drive you to school. you hadn't seen eddie all day yesterday. and of course, argyle made a big deal out of it. because when does he not make a big deal out of anything? "didn't crash at munson's last night huh byers?"
you had to play along. "yeah. he's all i don't wanna do shit tonight," you explain. "classic munson." you mumble to yourself, but obviously argyle heard. because apparently smoking purple palm tree delight gives you unreal auditory superpowers.
"you sound mad, byers," argyle teases. "i see this pattern in girls all the time."
"what pattern?" jonathan chimes in.
"byers, man... your sister likes that munson kid." argyle nods with the widest grin on his face.
"i don't like him, argyle!" you smack his arm. "fake news man. fake news."
"my sister knows better, man," jonathan taps his best friend's shoulder. "she's way out of eddie munson's league, trust me." oof. to you, it's kind of the opposite. eddie munson was way out of your league. you're still kind of in awe, the fact that he would choose you out of the dozens of metalhead girls in hawkins.
the school from the byers house is not that far, it was just a mere ten minute drive away. you lean back in the backseat as jonathan drives into the school parking lot. "hey jon, drop me off by the front doors." you tap your brother's shoulder, noticing eddie, steve and robin waiting by the doors already.
jonathan pulls into the entrance of the school. "thanks." you utter.
"see ya later byers." argyle waves.
"yeah argyle." you nod confused, as steve approaches you.
"hey loca," steve greets, giving you a side hug. "finally got a ride to school from big bro, huh?"
"and his high ass best friend? yeah, you guessed that one right." your eyebrows raise, walking towards robin and eddie. of course, since your regular fornications with eddie is kept a secret between you two, you had to pretend to not know each other well in public. "hey rob. eddie."
"hey byers," eddie nods his head up slightly, dropping his right foot from leaning against the wall. "we have to finish that physics project tonight, huh?"
you nod awkwardly. "yeah kinda."
"right. sorry for ditching you yesterday, by the way. had a— uh... gig at the hideout last night." that was a lie and you knew it. jonathan is catching on, so you didn't come over last night. you'd told him that over the phone.
"yeah no worries. let's just quickly get it done tonight." you nod, grinning before steve pulls you away from the conversation, his arm swinging around your shoulder.
"i'll see you at lunch later. eddie and i have calc right now." robin says, pointing towards the calculus room.
"yeah." steve nods as you watch robin pull eddie by his backpack towards calc. "sooo... how's partnering up with munson for physics huh?"
oh god. you hate questions that pertain to eddie. you know soon enough, you're gonna break. "meh. he smokes weed the entire time. not that i care, but... he gets so out of focus. it gets annoying eventually." you shrug.
"tell me about it," steve scoffs. "i have world history with him. the dude's always dozing off in class like he gets fifteen minutes of sleep every night. wonder what's up with him." oh, you know exactly what's up with him. you're under him almost every night.
"anyways enough about munson. how are you, man?"
"what?"
"you just moved back to hawkins. how's everything?"
you scoff, not really knowing how to answer this question. "i mean... my mom's dating hop. my brother lives nearby eddie so whenever i come over for— project completion, he thinks i'm doing something else. will's at mike's 24/7. you tell me, i guess."
"so you barely see your family huh?" steve has that pitiful face on. you hate it.
"stop with that face. you don't have to pity me. i'll live."
"okay, jeez." steve lets you go as soon as you enter english.
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finally. lunch. you were so ready for today to end. so many damn questions about how you and your family's holding up after moving back to hawkins from cali. you just wanna be at eddie's at this point.
you never eat lunch. even at lenora. you always thought lunch food was jack shit. they serve the most disgusting things, you just end up starving the whole afternoon. you didn't mind it though. you only sat with steve and robin because eddie's off with the rats of hellfire that is gareth and jeff, your younger brother, dustin henderson and mike wheeler.
if this day couldn't be more random, jason carver and his band of dicks decided to approach your table. "first day back, y/n byers," jason grins. "how is your family holding up huh?"
you didn't want to be rude, that's for sure. "just fine, jason. thanks for asking."
"now get lost, man." steve scoffs.
"damn harrington. calm down. just wanna... reconnect with y/n here." jason smiles mockingly at steve. robin was cringing in the corner.
"as long as you're into band..." a voice you recognize in a heartbeat. "or science, or... parties..."
"god." you hear jason mumble next to you.
"or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!" eddie screams towards jason. "yeah. you, carver."
"you want something, freak?!" jason argues.
"yeah, i do," eddie nods sarcastically. you see argyle and jonathan look your direction from a corner in the cafeteria. "want you to stop flirting with her."
jason scoffs, turning to the guys behind him with that look at this fuck expression. "why? she's not yours, munson. she knows better not to."
"actually..." you drag. "that's where you're wrong buddy."
"byers is mine carver. mine. so fuck off." eddie's eyes widen, a smirk growing on his lips.
steve stops facing eddie and faces you instead, his brows furrowed in utter confusion. "the hell is he talkin' 'bout, byers?"
"oh my god, are you with eddie, y/n?!" robin chimes in.
"uh..." you stutter, watching eddie jump off his table and walk over towards yours. you give eddie that cut it off gesture before staring at everyone else. argyle and jonathan are running now.
the gesture you sent eddie apparently fired him up even more. because guess what he did. "hawkins high! you heard that right! y/n byers, is mine. she belongs to the freak now, so jason carver... my guy... kindly fuck off." eddie giggles.
damn him and his big smile and stupid giggle. you stand up from your seat. "you heard 'im right, people. he's my freak now."
"your freak," eddie shakes his head, before snaking his arms around your waist. "loving how that sounds baby."
"what the fuck, y/n?!" you couldn't quite read jonathan's face. is he confused? is he mad?
"get it, byers!" argyle on the other hand was cheering for you.
"argyle likes us together, that's all that matters," you wink at eddie. "sorry jon."
"if only i could take you right here right now, byers..." eddie sighs.
"you and i are gonna have a long talk, byers," jonathan's finger aggressively points at you. "you too munson." jonathan walks away, before pulling argyle along since he wouldn't budge staring at you and eddie.
"is there even a physics project?" steve throws his hands up.
"yes steve. we still have to get it done eds." you turn to face eddie, who is sat next to you with his hand on your thigh and his other arm on the backrest of the chair next to him.
"fuck physics baby." eddie scoffs. "it's you i'm doing tonight."
"you guys!" steve groans.
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