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scoutswritingcorner · 19 days

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What about an au where Striker works for I.M.P? 🥺

Striker Working for I.M.P

Striker x GN! Reader

A/N: I know you just wanted to do an AU where you wanted just Striker but I am a gay simp for this fucking maniac of a cowboy.

TW:None?

-☠️Either you just joined or are just training with him whilst the others are out? He’s a hard teacher no doubt. He’ll critique every little thing but he means it in a nice way. He doesn’t need you getting hurt or killed on his watch.

-☠️ Will teach you hand to hand combat and how to disarm someone quickly just in case.

-☠️ A huge lonewolf still but much more easier to get along with cause he has a huge soft spot for you and only you, (he has one for the whole gang but don’t point it out)

-☠️ Still wears his cowboy get up but he strikes me as a fellow who also likes to wear sweaters and a demon jacket everywhere he goes. Also blue jeans and his iconic boots with his hat. You’ll never see him hatless unless he’s letting you and only you wear it.

Platonic Route

-☠️ Big Brother energy. He’ll annoy the shit out of you and then act like it wasn’t his fault.

-☠️ Will steal your snacks and then act like he didn’t. Don’t worry he gets you some more.

-☠️ Will fight you over some stupid shit. Like a kill or if you ate some of his food.

-☠️ Very sweet though, someone hitting on you or unwanted attention? He’s behind you and glaring at the person.

-☠️ Partner acting a fool? He’s immediately taking your side. They cheated? Their car is totaled and they have broken legs.

-☠️ HE LOVES TALKING SHIT ABOUT EVERYONE. Just go up to him and start talking, he’s immediately focused on you and what’s going on.

-☠️ Gets Loona in on it too cause he also acts like an older brother figure to her and now it’s turned into you three around her desk spilling some fucking hot ass tea. Maybe about your ex or someone else you all collectively hate.

-☠️ Once again, he hates Stolas but he also acts like a big brother to Octavia and will take you, Loona and Octavia out on the town to just relax or have fun. Don’t worry he’s got his gun and knife if anyone tries shit. He ain’t afraid to get his hands dirty to protect his people.

-☠️ He hates photos of himself. He doesn’t like to be perceived but he will let you three take photos of him but he’s a big ole grump about it.

Romantic Route

-☠️Oh boy, he’s even more protective than before. If you both are on the job and he thinks it’s going to be a tougher kill? He’s taking it and sends you off to go check on the others.

-☠️ That one scene in the D.H.O.R.K.S episode where Blitz and Moxxie were taken? Yeah you were with them and when Striker got you back with the others? He’s feral. He will kill anything that touches a single hair on your head.

You hang your head in shame as you listen to Blitz and Moxxie yell back and forth with one another. How did you allow yourself to get caught? The doors busted open as Millie, Loona and Striker ran over, a crazed look in his eyes. “Oh shit- You okay darling?” He asked untying you from the chair and pulling you close, checking all over you for any injuries. “I’ll kill these bastards if they hurt ya” He snarled out.

-☠️Such a sweetheart. He’s more prone to lazing around the office with you if there’s nothing to do and will occasionally take naps.

-☠️ Out on the town with him? He’s spoiling the fuck out of your ass. Like it’s unreal.

-☠️ Loves going to fairs with you, it’s prime time for him to get you everything and to show off his shooting skills.

-☠️In this AU Bombproof is a motorcycle cause I said so and he takes care of it like its his baby. He also gets you your own helmet and lets you ride with him through the city. Date nights are much more fun when you're speeding through each ring and seeing different sites.

-☠️Loves getting/giving good luck kisses. If you don’t give him one before a mission he thinks he’s gonna fail and it bothers him. Doesn’t matter if it’s a kiss on the lips, cheek or forehead. He wants his good luck kiss.

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #helluva boss imagine #striker helluva #striker x reader #helluva striker #striker helluva boss

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chimielie · 2 years

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Iwaizumi // moving back to Japan, leaving you in the process

He’s snoring slightly.

You’re propped up against the headboard of your shared bed, hands folded over your middle, skin tingling where his arm is thrown over you. Even now, his fingers twitch slightly, an unconscious attempt to pull you closer while sleep and shut-eyed inaccuracy weaken him. You look down at him, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek, knowing the movement will wake him.

He’s always such an active sleeper, snuffling often but never quite forming distinct words, rolling around in search of you if you separate from his unconscious body. You’re long since used to the tossing and turning, the soft noises that lull you to sleep better than any white noise machine. You could record him, sell it. People would love that kind of thing—from him, especially.

Tomorrow (in a few hours, you remind yourself), Hajime is leaving. He’s done it before. You’d been nervous, but your relationship had survived a week, then two, then three months. Five years in a row, you had waved goodbye to him and wished he were back as soon as he left your line of sight. Two years ago and the last, you’d gone home with him, but that had been only two weeks of blissful touring of Japan, and he had visited on his own five more times besides.

In a few hours (you check the clock. Two hours to go, but he’ll wake up an hour early because he loves to be prepared) he’ll kiss you awake and buy you Starbucks cake pops in lieu of breakfast while you tease him about being a terrible nutritionist for it. Both of these will taste like an apology. His uncle will pick up the both of you and drive you to LAX, and you’ll hold hands in the backseat and listen to the city waking up.

Then: before he checks in, he’ll take you aside. He’ll say, I didn’t want to do this in public, I know this is sudden, and I want you to know you can say no. Just like you heard him practicing on the phone with Tooru. And Hajime will offer you something irresistible. He’ll tell you that he can’t stand the thought of these circumstances pulling you apart, that he knows you’ve already agreed to split up but that he wants to fight for this, that he’ll be grateful if you give him any chance at all.

And you will say yes.

This, you think, eyes stinging as you stare into the dark, is the whole problem.

You love Hajime, enough that you could be happy, FaceTiming him and falling asleep to the sound of his tinned voice and paying a fortune for the price of love. You’ve loved him so much for years now; a younger you would have bought a plane ticket on the spot. You’ve loved him so long you know: when he’s in Japan, Hajime will forget you exist.

You don’t blame him for it, necessarily. He isn’t an online person, his itinerary is always packed when he visits, he’s awful at calculating the time difference. Every trip starts off with a daily call and ends with days of radio silence before he shows up back home, ready to wrap you in a bear hug and make all your worries go away.

You trust Hajime, and you can live with short bursts of this. You can’t extend that to indefinitely, maybe forever. Hajime’s life—his dream job, his family, his friends, mostly—is in Japan. He loves his home.

You love California. It’s many things to you, including the place you met Hajime. This state is love to you.

Your paths must diverge here, and if you let him—if he asks you, strong voice gone shy, rough features softening for you, you’ll look into his beautiful stupid face that you love and agree without thinking, because who needs a brain when you have a heart? Your heart, the heart he holds, cannot be shattered six months down the line, when he wakes up and realizes that he hates the string tying him to the golden coast.

The light grey hour before dawn lets in a little light, and you wonder at the way the early morning makes everything feel unreal and distant. You’re grateful, though. You need this to do what you’re going to do.

You lift the dead weight of his arm, slide out of the bed, socked feet hitting the cold floor. You drop your phone when you unplug it and freeze, looking back to see if the sound woke him. Three even breaths later, you relax, a little too much. You break, you give in, and you bend over him, a wet teardrop shining in the air between you before landing on his face. The track looks nearly natural, though there’s a peaceful smile on his face as he sleeps. You brush a thumb softly beneath his eye, wiping away the evidence of it, and you can’t help it. You kiss his cheek, hoping he can feel your love like this, hope that he knows that you’re saving him from yourself.

He rouses slightly, eyes bleary and barely open, dark and pleased and perfect. You can’t look at them too long.

“Just getting some water,” you murmur against his warm skin. “Go back to sleep.”

He makes a noise deep in his chest and his eyes shut. You linger for a moment, tell him you love him and call him by name for the last time, and slip away as the sun rises.

part two here

#this is my favorite hajime angst ive written also i hate myself now #my baby </3 #if u have questions ab logistical aspects of this fic i have answers to fill the plot holes #ask n answer #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! angst #haikyuu!! x reader angst #hq x reader angst #shorts!

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nenynrawrites · 2 months

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Comfortable ~ Steven Adler x Reader

Summary: Steven gets home from tour, and tells (and shows) you, what he's been up to

Wordcount: 1564 words

Warnings: Smut involving Steven being subby and being jerked off, gender neutral! reader, reader is the dom

A/N: This was written for @popcorn-adler2 , as both me and him went crazy over Steven, and especially this idea! This is my very first story on here, so feedback is appreciated!:D

,,Tadaa!''

,,What- Oh my god, Stevie!''

,,I look good, right?''

You were sitting on you two's bed, a book in hand, as Steven, after what felt like hours, emerged from the bathroom, a thick fog enveloping him, which subsided after a few seconds. Stepping closer to the bed, you might've, just might've, stare a little too long, eliciting a smirk from him. But hey, if you were his partner, you, too, would do it. He's a beauty after all!

,,According to you eyes, I do, so don't try and fight it!''

,,You wanna give me attitude over a scare?''

,,Pff, no, why would I?''

,,Good boy.''

He blushed, a strawberry red crawling over his face and parts of his neck and chest, which made it seem like the leftover condensation was boiling away from his body, the curly hair drying.

Picking up and putting on a new set of boxers, you dwelled in his sight, because to you, he's just such a beauty, but there were certain parts which you found the most cute...Especially his ass.

,,What'd you wanna watch?''

,,How about Police Academy?''

,,Sounds good!''

Putting the VHS into the player, Steven moved to sit in between his lover's legs, yourself sitting against the headboard, as your pre-occupied hands are now on his chest, moving to lightly scratch over his arms, before moving down to his waist, starting to tickle him (yes, he's ticklish!:D)

,,H-H-Hey! S-S-S-Stop!''

,,No, you look cute! Unless you overwhelm me, then I'll stop.''

,,B-Bet!''

Trying his best to wiggle out, he managed to get free of your grasp, pinning your hands to your sides, as he kneeled in front of you, one leg on each side, a sweet grin on his face.

,,I'll get you next time.''

,,Promise?''

,,Promise!''

Enclosing their lips in a sweet kiss, he moved to sit on your legs, his arms around your neck, whilst yours were on his hips, pulling him closer.

,,You know, we've got a film to watch...''

,,Fuck it, I wanna do this the whole duration of it...''

,,We can do that...''

It had been a bit since the pair had time with each other, let alone seen each other, and even with trying to sneak away or jus trying to get a quiet minute was deemed impossible. That's the only thing Steven and you hated about touring.

~ Lil flashback ~

,,You don't know how much I miss you...''

,,I know, I miss you, too...But there's only two days left, and I'm gonna pick you up from the airport, remember?''

,,Yeah...Speaking of come...Can we?''

,,Yes, we can.''

It it would've been for him, he would've taken you with onto the whole tour, but give your job and your pets, it wouldn't have worked out. Plus the stress of being in another city, another state, let alone another country in just mere days...He wouldn't want that stress for you. Though during the whole tour, he managed to have you flown out to a few big shows, letting you cheer him on from the side of the stage, and you could've sworn he played even stronger.

But that was the smallest downside: Physical contact was what he missed the most. What the both of you missed the most. The times you had been flown out weren't long enough, knowing that sometimes you already had gone back home, and that Steven would wake up to an empty bed.

Daily phone calls were a must, and whenever you two got a chance to talk alone without the boys barging in ('cause, lets be honest, they'd try to the second they knew), it often escalated to phone sex, and just...Welcomed a new idea into your sex life...And the amount of times you had thought Steven had been caught are unreal (every second, to be exact), but it was mostly a weird movement he made, making the sheets rustle, or the rings on the curtain rod rattle. Though once one of the boys, you supposed it to be Duff, made an off-handed comment about how he should ,,stop jerking off all the time.'' He later found out, that Duff was just talking in his sleep.

~ Flashback ends ~

,,You know, I really wanna watch the film...''

,,You don't wanna watch me?:0''

,,Of course I wanna watch you, baby! Sit down like before, alright? Just wanna be close to you...I love you.''

,,I love you, too, sweetheart.''

Sitting back down, Steven opted to lay his legs over yours, his hands over your thighs, and his head buried in your shoulder, as you gave him little kisses all over his face, and wherever you could reach.

~ Little time skip to about half an hour later~

Feeling like, and actually having, burst into tears, the scene just kept getting better and better, and the both you could've sworn, that at this point, none of you had had any air left, nor tears.

,,Jeez, fuck...Wait, stop the movie, I need a break...I don't think I have any air left...''

,,Me neither...''

The scene, which the film was stopped on, showed one of the cadets dressed up in a bath robe and bath cap, with a towel on his arm, peering into the women's shower from outside the building.

,,I hope you didn't do that...''

,,Did what?''

,,Watch other women like the guy there...''

,,I wouldn't dare! You're way more beautiful than all of them...And I made sure I took enough photos of you with me...'Cause the memory of your body wasn't enough, I had to see it...''

If this wasn't a declaration of love, you wouldn't know what it is.

Steven gave you his famous Popcorn smile, at which you couldn't help but look away in nervosity, at which he made you face him, by softly grabbing your chin, kissing you.

,,Stevie, baby, tell me what you did when I wasn't around...When we weren't calling...I wanna know everything...''

,,Everything?''

,,Everything...I'd love to see it, too...''

None of you were doing anything, just basking in the silence, observing every little feature of each other, and it got more beautiful by the second...There was a little scruff on Steven's face, from the last few day, his bangs grew longer, too, basically covering his baby blue eyes, but making it look magical, as he's still looking up at you through them, your eyes trailing down over his cute button nose to his mouth, with the softest lips you could think of.

,,Sometimes I'd just look at a picture of you, and just tease myself at most. Just...Trailing over it, maybe holding it, but I didn't dare move it, and-''

He took a sharp breath in, as your hand ghosted over his boxers, before moving under them, having played with the waistband. And oh, did it feel good to touch his dick, no matter how many times you've done it.

,,Go on, honey.''

,,And I- I just thought of all the things we've done, and that you've said on the phone, and- And- Fuck!''

His eyes flutter shut, as you had taken his cock out of his boxers, the slightly cold air giving him a rush through his entire body, as you slowly stroked it, barely putting pressure on it.

,,And?''

,,And I- I would suck my fingers, y-you know, spit into my hand and stroke it, thinking--Haaah--Thinking it was your hand.''

It had been a few minutes at this point, but for Steven, it felt like hours. The poor boy could never really get off, and sometimes he'd cum two, three times, if not more, just so he could feel satisfied, since it wasn't you who was doing it.

,,You're such a good boy, taking it so well...''

,,Your good boy...''

,,That's right...Want it faster? Or slower? Hm?''

,,Faster, please!''

Speeding up, you could see the first few little beads of pre-cum oozing out, making sure to use it as an extra lubricant.

,,Hnng, I think I'm gonna cum-''

,,Not yet, baby, only when I tell you to.''

,,Please, I- I n-need to!''

,,Be a good boy and I'll let you.''

Steven had thought, with all the time apart, that you would have a little mercy on him, but he knows how you can be. But he loves it, and wouldn't want it any other way.

,,You know how to...Just a little bit more...''

,,P-Please!''

The once fast speed changed to a lazy stroke, not daring to touch his tip, where he wanted and needed it the most. His face and parts of his chest had turned red, but you couldn't figure out, if it was from blushing, or just the overstimulation. His tongue was hanging out, and he was panting, his chest rising like crazy. His hands were all over, wanting to direct you how he wanted it, but he knew you would deny him to cum, so he just opted to grab at your thighs, probably leaving marks, with how hard he was gripping them.

,,That's my good boy...Come on, cum for me, you did so well...''

,,Thank you, thank you, thank you!''

One, two strokes more, and the ropes flew out, coating your hand, part of his thighs and his stomach, as you stroked him through it, kissing him softly, praising him.

,,Did so good, baby, looked so beautiful...Do you want to take a bath, or just stay a little bit longer?''

,,Wanna go again...''

,,Again?''

,,Yes!''

,,As you wish.''

#steven adler #steven adler x reader #steven adler smut #guns n roses #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses smut

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rivetgoth · 1 year

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This was without exaggeration one of the greatest weekends of my life.

Those who know me well know how important Skinny Puppy is to me. I would not be who I am today (and perhaps would not even be here PERIOD) if it wasn’t for Skinny Puppy. They’re the reason for all of this for me. I could be here all day describing the impact this band has had on my life, but for the sake of oversharing and wordcount I’ll leave it to the imagination.

I got to see Skinny Puppy for the first time yesterday. Angel and I flew out to NYC for it. We met up with some absolutely lovely friends, many of which we’d never met in person before but have known through the online Skuppy community for at least half a decade! Was also able to reconnect with some friends I hadn’t seen in awhile, make some new friends, and we even had some LA people fly out and party with us! Serving LA realness in NYC. It just really reaffirmed how much this whole community really FEELS like a community. It’s this huge family of weirdos. I love love love it so so so much. I’m so grateful to have found it and to be part of it.

The show was unreal. I’m still processing it. This was my second time seeing Lead Into Gold and they killed it. They sounded like a bad trip and I mean that entirely positively. So tense and disconcerting and uncanny and heavy, with that throbbing bass and nightmarish electronic noise. And Skinny Puppy… man. I don’t even know what to say. I don’t want to spoil anything for those waiting to see for themselves. Such strong powerful themes of being “the other,” of the way hate blinds and distracts us from those who need our help most, of the way we commodify and use instead of work together to create a symbiosis with each other and the planet. Incredible. Everyone looked and sounded amazing, I had tears in my eyes for portions of it. I’ll probably cry on the flight home. I’m trying to hold it together in the airport.

There is so much more I could say but I’ll leave it at that for now. I’ll definitely be posting more later. Some other huge highlights was Ogre recognizing me and Angel and calling us “the kids” again 😭 Meeting up with a bunch of Tumblr mutuals in the front row of the show (literally SUCH a fucking highlight omfg) and then partying at the after party with them + Matthew and Dustin afterwards, Paul Barker complimenting my Severed Heads shirt, Jolene Siana hanging out and taking pictures of us in line, Matthew giving me his guitar pick and blowing me a kiss from the stage, and just… so much else, omfg. I’m speechless. Also HUUUGE shout out to @john-adreams for being the reason we went to NYC to begin with thanks to offering us a place to crash and showing us around the city!! Seriously would not have even gone if not for you. 🖤🖤🖤

Love y’all so much. Be good to yourselves.

#skinny puppy #my face #selfie tag #image

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izbelross · 2 years

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Warm feelings

A/N: Welcome back to a new fic based on my incapacity to stay away from obsessions. This new round we all need to thank @saddykar for chutarse an entire friday and weekend tolerating my cries for Eddie. So, here is the ending result of almost six litters of Coca cola, four bags of popcorn and many many others types of chunk food, a bunch of fics I'll be posting with the long part of this week and perhaps the next.

P.D.: this fic is shorter, as well the others will be, but I love them just as much... this fics are my beibis.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader.

Warnings: angst (for a while, relax) / fluff / kinda strong language / more fluff.

Synopsis: A year after closing the second portal to the Upsidedown, you find yourself in the limbo, trying to get over the nightmares, going through your last year at school, having to choose what path you'll like to take and between all of that, probably the most complicated part, were the feelings for your friend Steve. And the cherry on top? He was most probably still hung up with Nancy.

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As we already know, Hawkins is a hunted city, everyone could fall for the quietness at arriving but from then on the days only become longer, weirder and colder. But for you, disappearances, strange noises and red lights coming from nowhere at the darkest of night were pretty common occurrences.

You didn't just survived the majority of the last couple years by pure luck... well, yes, mostly, but because it was like a tradition to be a weirdo in WeirdLand too.

Honestly, the curious part of it all was the fact that you made friends along the way. Now you were part of "The Gang", the secret heroes of Hawkins. Quite amused, quite depressed and with some troubles that every teenager went through plus the knowledge that the unreal isn't as much as you all wanted it to be.

After all the "almost to death" bunch of experiences you've had, the year is coming to an end, you're to decide where you want to study and suddenly the need for money is there at every step, no matter if it is for your own amusement or because you'll be needing it to exist.

That's why you thanked whatever powerful being there is for the existence of Robin and Steve who helped you get into Family Videos and, that was not the best part, it was actually the extra amount of time you got to spend with Steve, your ehm, friend, best friend... the closest like- like the one who you loved and liked and who you didn't totally have a crush on.

And who you totally didn't cry at night to because even if you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your miserable, imperfect and beautiful life with him, Steve was still hung up on Nancy, who just didn't happen to be probably the only girl he has loved but she was your friend as well.

Your relationship with Steve didn't bloom from day to night, oh no, no, no. You used to hate each other. Him being the rich popular kid at school and you the one who didn't give a single fuck what everyone else thought about you, not wanting to impress, not wanting to fit. So, it was kinda intense when you both got into trouble because one of his fake friends would try to prank you and he tried to help them or because you were each others headaches at class.

At the end, when you helped the kids with their weird friend and had to work with them, as well as the princess of school, you saw him change into a more mature person. You had a change too, don't get me wrong.

Going from the private suffocated being to at least being able to form long conversations, no matter how much they bored you. And trust, much more trust to your friends was thrown their way. Yep, this last year had being something that changed you.

"You should take another path y'know?" Told you Robin, while she unpacked the new VHS and you priced them. "Like... I don't know, Hawkins? For life? For adulthood? Yeah, nu huh, thank you but, I rather swallow a bunch of dicks before staying stuck here... I mean, look at us, this isn't the way we should be spending our youth, our golden years,"

Steve send you an amused look from behind the counter, doing his own task. Your heart didn't went on a running spree like every-time he took notice of you, nah, it actually did a double mortal with a steady fall, 10/10, normal, yep. "Aren't the golden days supposed to be when we're old?" He asked.

"Think we probably are old already," you sighed, getting up from the floor, where you sat two hours straight with Robin, your back making a popping sound that made both your friends chuckle. "Yep, old." Murmured Robin.

"C'mon girls! We still have a lot of years ahead!" You chanced a glance to the tired girl on the floor. "Yeah, let's see... where do you see yourselves from a few years on?"

Both Robin and you groaned, she going back to her duties at taking vhs out the box while you got closer to the counter where Steve was, in search of more stickers for the prices. He reclined on the table, a few inches away from your face. "C'mon darling" you ignored the way your body heated, "I imagine myself in a nice house, not too big, not too small. A good job, maybe one or two kids-"

"More than you already have?" "And- " Steve completely ignored Robin, you didn't dare look at him when he started to talk again, you already knew what he was going to say next. This wasn't the first time he has told you about what he wishes to have when older. "And the woman I love beside me."

Robin was about to start talking again but stoped herself when she looked at Steve, and then you and then again at Steve. "Shit", she thought. Standing as fast as she could she brought the box with her and started walking to the back of the store "I finished this box, I'll go for more! Keep doing your tasks children!" Robin smiled at Steve that sent her a grateful smile, you however looked at her like two tentacles had suddenly sprung from her retreating back.

"The fuck, Robin, there are still like two dozens of-" "I said I'll be back!" She interrupted you, and the last hanging sound was the door being shut.

"Well... if she isn't acting weird then I don't-" you didn't finish your sentence because of the sudden look Steve had, directed straight at your eyes. His brown eyes were heavy with an emotion you have never seen in him, not directed at you at least. "Are you- eh-" you cleared your throat, the computer at his side suddenly a quite interesting machine "you okay?"

Steve didn't answer, instead asked you the same question from moments before, "Where do you see yourself in the future, (y/n)?" He inclined his head, hair falling softly and your heart started a race for winning a price, you didn't know what but it surely was important, your being got stuck in there, the spot where Steve's eyes where roaming your face, warm eyes, soft smile waiting and big hands taking yours, caressing them. You cleared your throat again. "Can-" Steve licked his lips, "Can you look at me, (y/n)?"

Slowly, so slowly, your gaze moved to his face, looking at his lips, and nose, going straight to his eyebrows and then his hair, his stupid perfectly un-combed hair. And finally, finally, your eyes found his and in an instant your cheeks turned red.

Steve's smile widened and his hands tightened yours a little more, assuring himself, and you.

"I'll tell you more about the future I want." His body moved a bit closer, his eyes jumping from both of yours, to your lips and nose and back to your eyes. "I see, this home, warm, maybe a dog or a cat, I don't care. A little garden, three rooms. Two of them for the kids and," his nose brushed yours, and you giggled. Steve's eyes crinkling with the sound, "the last room, sweetheart... Our room." The next thing you know, his lips were in yours, a soft gasping moan coming from you and the sudden pull from one of his hands on your face grounding you from floating away.

Silk lips brushing yours at first, testing if you were okay with this, with Steve Harrington pushing your head to his from the neck, moaning in your mouth and kissing you harder. His lips parting and his tongue darting out. He let out a long pleasured moan when your own tongue touched his.

So, so much for being just a dream. It was enough for you to lock your hand in his, the other finding way on his cheek. Both of you let out muffled giggles that broke the long deep contact but didn't stop you from pecking his lips. "What do you think, hmm?"

Steve didn't let you get as far, his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily and leaving small kisses every few seconds on your smiling lips. "I would definitely like a cat." He laughed at that, eyes closing with the force of his happiness. Getting impatient with the fucking counter between you, he jumped over it and dragged you to his body. Arms enveloping you and not letting you move too far, only for his mouth to find yours again. Kissing you deeply.

Now you did let yourself fall on his embrace, moving your arms one around his neck and the other to his back, obliging him to incline his tall frame on you.

Minutes went past, with you against the counter while Steve kissed you, all tongue and teeth, and small giggles, tired laughs. His lips brushing against your jaw, leaving the tingle sensation of love that only the love of your life could mark on you. You stroked his hair and pulled when his lips found in your neck that spot that made you moan near his ear. Steve only letting out a raspy chuckle.

With your body inclining more to his, who started to push you more against the counter, your back arching with the edge pressing to your middle back. Time passed, floating endlessly around you two.

A muffled "Hey... guys?" Was barely heard from behind the backdoor. Between Steve's hands squeezing your hips here and there you didn't hear Robin until her fist slamming against the door made you both jump. "Not me being a bad friend, cutting your moment, which I really hope you are having because I'm tired of both of you whining about the other, but I think I might have, kinda "kinda" locked myself in here..."

You shared a look with Steve, smiles coming into laughs, one of his arms still on your waist, two pair of running hearts and red cheeks. "Could you be so kind to get me out? It's kinda getting hard to breath, I'm not really fond of small spaces, y'know? Yeah, you know... I mean-"

"Coming!" You said and before you walked to open the door, your hand was hanging onto Steve's neck, your lips kissing his. As if something normal between you. It lasted a few seconds but it was enough to leave him breathless when you pulled away, murmuring softly to him, "I love you too, Steve." Proud of the idiot smile you left on his face, you went to open the door.

Turns out you were absolutely wrong, and you have never been more happy about it.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington friends to lovers #steve harrington fandom #robin stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x best friend!reader

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clumsy-klutzy-faller · 4 months

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Hi from Marcy, Anne, and Sasha!

Hello! I'm Marcy, the one who started this blog. I showed up in Lumiose City a few months ago after my friends and I found a magic box! I'm also a huge nerd lol feel free to talk to me about anything silly or nerdy!

I've been working with this really nice guy Lysandre, he offered me a place to stay and helped me get my first Pokemon and as thanks I've been doing a little research work for him!

-Marcy

Hey, I'm Anne, and unlike Marcy I showed up in a swamp and got adopted by frogs.

I can talk to them, though, so that's cool I guess.

-Anne

Hey. I'm Sasha. Beat a guy up. Not sure what else you wanna hear.

-Sasha

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// OOC under the cut!

Out of character info: hello! I'm the person who runs @misty-terrain and @dreepy-lex and now i bring you my love of Amphibia <3

This blog is gonna be more story focused than the other two and loosely follow the plot of Amphibia so you may want to avoid this blog if you don't want spoilers!

Please no NSFW or suggestive asks, I am not a minor but the characters are. Also please take it easy on any anon hate

Pelipper Mail: Sure!

Sapient Pokemon: Sure!

Magic Anons: Lightweight, but I will ignore anything that messes with the planned plot too much

There is a blanket unreality warning for this whole blog.

My main blog is @sylsoddsandends!

#rotomblr #pokemon irl #irl pkmn

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tricewithaz · 1 year

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Bejewelled

a/n: a draft from 2021 i found on my drive. taking place during r&r, zoya is deathly afraid of heights and nikolai sort of deals with that. mostly pining...i think. enjoy!

Zoya thought that what surrounded her must be what ot’kazatsya referred to as magic. She walked the deck, far from the edge, observing in awe the millions of diamonds bejewelling the black sky around her. Her breath caught in a taste of yearning before the whir of the sails took her out of her dream. She wasn't alone. Sailors and Grisha chattered over a bottle of rum and an unlucky bet, a routine that seemed to take place only to fill the blanks in her sleep—on that ship, thousands of feet above land, Zoya felt like she never was completely awake. She spotted the captain of the boat a few feet from her. He didn’t seem real either, instead, to Zoya, the so called Prince of the Air seemed like exactly that, the unreal captain of a timeless ship that sailed the clouds—she wondered if her body would wake up if she fell. Nikolai leaned on the banister, and her legs suddenly felt numb. Fear. Didn’t the Prince feel it? Zoya asked herself what could lead a man to intently watch the void below his feet.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

She knew of the great feats Nikolai had achieved. Soldiers and flustered girls told the tales of the handsome young man that would put himself at the jaws of death itself with nothing on him but a sword and a half charged pistol; stories of the young blond boy with a bloody nose and a broken lip still rang in the city. But Zoya couldn’t comprehend how he stood in front of nothingness at complete ease, as if it was his home.

“Scare me?” His voice startled her before she could mutter an apology “There are many things at sea much scarier than a few meters”

A few meters. He sounded ridiculous. This wasn’t rare, of course, but his words always managed to puzzle her and wonder what was going on in Nikolai’s head. She had felt tempted to ask many times, finally satiate a curiosity belonging to a little girl. Nikolai appeared to be open and warm, but Zoya found that no one really knew that much about him—and she had always loved a challenge. He turned to her, with a crooked smile that lightened even the vast night.

“What’s the worst that could happen, anyway?”

“The boat could fall and we would be dismembered by mountains and turn into carrion for the wolves, for instance.”

He cackled, not noticing the deadly glare Zoya threw his way.

“Ah, but both you and I have been through worse, haven’t we, Nazyalensky?”

It was true, but the easiness with which he spoke made her sick to her stomach. At least the fall would be quick.

He extended a hand towards her. Zoya didn’t move. She couldn’t find the courage to do so. Zoya, willing to scream and fight for her integrity as a child, a shield against the claws of a beast, Zoya who had ventured into the fold and didn’t look back—now shrunk into herself, unable to take a step. Pathetic. She looked at Nikolai.

“I promise I won’t let you be carrion for wolves” he joked. He always did. He talked fast and had that look in his eyes that made girls her age soften without fail. She had trusted a look like that before, which was why the first step surprised her more than anyone. Her legs wobbled as she walked, and she hated how she could hear her own breath. She hoped Nikolai wouldn’t notice. But he notices everything, she reminded herself. She took a deep breath and walked up to him, looked at him like he was the only good thing in the universe. At least it’s a nice view. He towered over her. From where Zoya stood, she could see the fair stubble under his jaw, the blueish glimmer in his eyes under the moonlight, the faint bump on his nose. Before she could realize it, she got trapped in his features. And she knew Nikolai was an outstandingly handsome man, you would have to be blind to not notice, but this was embarrassing at best. She looked away just as he turned to her. The only thing more humiliating than observing every detail in the prince’s face was getting caught doing it. Instead, she glanced at the…..air below her. Her stomach revolted. She saw dark lands and tiny farms, too small for her liking.

“I’m going to vomit”

“Not on my coat, if you’re so kind. I haven’t had the chance to show it off enough just yet.”

But he placed his hand on the other side of her waist, resting on the banister. Zoya tried to steady her breath, gripping the railing with so much force that it turned her knuckles white. She let herself feel the warmth of Nikolai’s body, just enough to get distracted. This was the time to be snarky, gain her presence back. She liked to think that Nikolai saw her as any other man did: sharp, stunning, an occasional target of his flirtations. She needed to say something now. She turned to him, only to get hit with the realization that not knowing what was—or wasn’t—behind her made her feel dizzier if that was possible. Something tied in her throat. She found Nikolai’s eyes, warm and kind. They surely were a good point to center her attention right now.

“You’re missing the view” Zoya didn’t care, not when the view in question was nothing more than a void. Not when the view in front of her made her breath catch for a second. Nikolai’s hair was longer than it should, it waved gold with the wind. She had to stop herself from reaching, crossing her arms, looking away.

“I’m simply admiring the intricacies of the deck, your Highness”

“You must have quite the eye for nautical architecture”

“A great passion of mine.”

“Turn around, Zoya.”

He looked into her eyes, determined. Daring. Most men—most people—looked away when she glared at them. This was new, but she wasn’t going to give up. It was stupid, really, defying her captain and Prince. He offered her a sincere smile, nothing like the usual smirks he liked to accompany his snark with; a couple of soft dimples appeared on his face. He looked boyish. Zoya took the sight in, grateful to be the one to witness Nikolai in this state. Somehow she knew she wouldn’t have this privilege again.

“Don’t you trust your captain?”She rolled her eyes, but did as he asked. She couldn’t help but cover her eyes with her hands, though, feeling a knot in her gut. A childish reaction to a childish fear. But that was how she felt now, like a kid trapped in a nightmare, hoping that maybe, if she didn’t look, the monster wouldn’t eat her—and if she was lucky enough, perhaps prince Charming would save her life. He gently took her hands, as if he was taking her out to dance.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #sab #zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #canon compliant #ruin and rising #fic #one shot

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unsleepingtales · 9 months

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Episode two ayyyyyyy! Once again this is really long soz

The hype this intro fills me with is unreal.

Siobhan’s daily affirmations “this intro is not a tongue twister and is very easy to say”

The auld lang syne reference cracks me up because we know for sure that both Brennan and Siobhan do actually know the words to auld lang syne, because they sang them in the Unsleeping City finale, but they’re mumbling through it here so as not to disrupt the bit and I love them for it <3

Today’s spelling of Daniel’s last name: Fũks

(I had to look up “u with a tilde” to get that and then copy paste it in bc it’s not available on an english keyboard lmao)

God the whole pleasure district is shut down. Losing my mind at this.

Detective Hunch Curio: Vampire

I attempt to steal the child :|

A full on arms race lmao

They keep calling him The Child

Look at you!!

Imelda <3 they are best friends you’re right babe

There’s always so much banter!

Hank I hate to break it to you but dogs do in fact get hurt in this show.

(Gonna kill that dog 🤪😛✌️)

Why has “you’re my best friend” become such a thing in this show lmao first pib in neverafter now this

Siobhan looks wonderful this episode. She always does, but her hair looks particularly lovely here.

I love how Danielle is playing into the reporter thing

God this is sad.

Lore unlock!

Mind reading is fascinating in this context

BANGS

Glossaries!!! I want to know what’s in those oh my gosh

You paid attention to the way that I behave good for you!

Hank what

What

You have been known to whisk!

Imelda <3

How long has he been waiting to say The Fix and the Fucks because that’s Great

Imelda going “it’s me, he knows me” is giving big “I killed him, yeah” vibes

He finds children quite fun! They’re good folk!

On behalf of ALL CHILDREN

The child personification of the conscience realizing that it has power is wild

FACT ALERT

I love that the facts can be comforting and not just threats

Aww they literally light up when they’re happy

A whole glass of grenadine oh god that sounds awful

Yeahhh that’s a good stick

The intense eye contact on room temperature vodka

A CALZONE??

Sure ok love that

Ngl I could go for a calzone rn. My brother makes great calzones.

I love it when people use their class feats

They’re rivals it’s healthy it’s fine

“Nothing fans of actual play love more than a murderer” “aww but he’s a good murderer” he’s onto us fuck-

Can I ask you a question? / (sad and scared) Okay -> ME ANY TIME ANYONE ASKS ME THAT

Literally what am I gonna say to that. No? You think I’m gonna say no when you ask me if you can ask me a question?

Imelda that sounded Pointy do you have Lore

I love this world

That seems like a reasonable idea Imelda but you seem too invested in it and I want to know why

Listen sometimes players set things up for us too well and you end up getting excited. Sometimes the party wants to separate of their own accord!

Conrad and The Fix are the two most straightforward communicators and them hanging out is great.

A bread bowl made out of muffin to hold coffee grounds that you eat. Augh.

If I was writing a story ;)

Dome antics!

What shocked Elias? Why is he having such a major fight or flight reaction?

Ooh reflex switches fun

Yes he does!

This person is scrambling so much

I do not know enough about biology for this what comes from the scalp that would require shock troopers??

Babe what

I’ll reprimand you greatly! And loudly! So that everyone looks at us!

Let’s hear it for FEATS

Tropes!

Ooooooh dome animation

BLOOD?

Jesus christ Brennan is not holding back on the cop hate this season. Love him for it.

What hold on what

Pain responder oh god

HEAD INJURY???

Did someone fucking brain him in an alley after work because he took the file or is he just being mugged or something

Also. Shock officers not allowing the information that he’s been injured to reach his consciousness.

Cell phone? Cell phone would be a heavy thing vibrating near that area if it’s in his pocket?

Actually finding a partner is Not on the priority list for your government at the moment sorry. Why are you lying to this man.

What

Oh yeah he might not be conscious actually. The eyes are closed.

We love completely improvised lore

Fucks (expletive)

They share a courtyard probably

Conrad’s home is gonna make me so sad I already know

Man sometimes people say things and. We just have to live with them yk.

(Brennan makes that “hlblbblblhblhb” sound)

Sitting in this discomfort is so good actually. There is discomfort and uncertainty and fear here and that is good.

Ichabod. What was Ichabod the wayward interest?

HELP Conrad was so resigned to dying Alex nodded like yeah that makes sense

FACT ALERT

I relate to The Fix in that I also will share random facts in the hope that it will make someone feel better.

If there was an amount of dead he didn’t want you, he wouldn’t have called me. DAMN.

Hank so genuinely lit up at the compliment

That’s Hank talking.

What is happening and why do I feel about it

I do feel bad that like. The kid’s losing his home.

Repressed trauma memory!

Oh god okay so his conscience made him defend his little sister and it ended incredibly traumatically so the lesson he learned from that was that listening to your conscience gets you hurt and he learned that as a child! So he never had a chance to see that that wasn’t the whole story!

(thoroughly impacted) Okay.

Levity!

Still find it fascinating that the actual university is in the red light district.

Is it no longer the middle of the night? Wasn’t it the middle of the night? Why are students just now heading to the Big Game

Just a flat no. Love it.

Ammon’s Horn Memorial * look up later

He’s dabbling in the arts!

Oh god but really it makes so much sense that the brain university defunded the arts years ago. Like within the context of who this guy is and how harshly all distractions are dealt with it makes perfect sense that they don’t have art classes.

DC 20 😭

STEM only :(

Lady you are not poor-

Silly little woman :)

HELL YEAH SIOBHAN

Psychometer

Add something fun!

Of course, every time a memory is recalled, it is altered! We demand that you add something cute and fun. Love that.

We try to have fun here

Hunch now is the time to let it GO

We need Stacy Fakename merch

You’re frickin haunted man

Oh god he got jumped.

Let’s just steal it!

De’lux meaning of light. Oy.

(Brennan makes a sound of satisfaction with his punnery)

Exceeded the dc by 10!!

Trapp uses moxie so freely

Oh they’re all getting jumped. Like host body like mental functions I guess?

Ugh, wool! So naturally oily and slippery!

The Fix and his traits <3

Ol’ Johnny Gullible

FEATS <3

New life!

FACT ALERT

He’s gonna break all those bones

WHAT

He’s so terrifying without trying

What a wild sequence of events

Bro I would also dissolve into mist if someone looked me in the eyes and talked to me like that.

I’m low key worried about what happens if they restore vision without anyone in the buildings to distill the raw visuals

DEFENESTRATION

Oh my GOD

Oh my god.

Oh my god????

(cheerful jazz music)

#mentopolis #HANK #Siobhan #The Fix #imelda pulse #verbal component #reactions

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