#i’d love to like pick at your brain bc your ideas are always so just uhdgshahaba

[silverflqmes]

haithellie

- who fell first and how?

- what book sealed the deal on your relationship?

- did you guys join a book club together, if so — what was the book that caught both of your guys’ eye?

- what do the boys think about your guys’ relationship? (kaveh, cyno, & tighnari)

tartellie

- how did you guys meet and how long did it take for a single date?

- which of you said i love you first and how?

- e2l, which one admits they’re in love first and why?

yuellie

- he misses the high cloud quintet, how do you comfort him?

- you both fight phantylia together, who falls down first?

- bonus: who went for the body? i think i can answer this one

sephellie

- how to make a day of fun so sephiroth can be human again

- how would you style his hair for fun

- how to get him to stop being cloudobsessed and you-obsessed instead!!!

at long last i answered your ask bc monkey brain has just been SEPHIROTH SEPHIROTH SEPHIROTH as of late.. ahem. now without further delay, time to get the cogs winding

𓍼 haithellie.

— if i’m going with my e2l idea, he fell first because i was in hella denial.. but i fell harder. i haven’t really come up with much but i’m thinking we would both be in places in our lives where we’re dealing with loneliness?? for me i would have left home to study so i’d kinda be adjusting, while alhaitham has kinda been on his own, having lost his parents from young, and later his grandmother that took care of him after that. so i think we would have found mutual comfort in each other and he would have caught some feelings just from little details. stupid habits i have, shared interests, the bantering since we would have both been in the same darshan..

— i totally missed this question until i went back to read for the next ship but UHHH the wicked king cuz it’s my fav and i’ll never be normal about it

— we joined a book club not knowing that the other would be in there too LMAO it was just supposed to be a pastime kinda thing and it was just coincidence that we both ended up in it together.. but let me think, me being me i like my romantasy books so i dunno it alhaitham would also be into those.. but i could see him reading the folk of air — totally not bc it’s my favorite series, totally not bc we act like jude and cardan, totally not because — yeah, you got me..

— alhaitham wants them nowhere near me ( minus tighnari ) because they would enable me and they would tease him sm.. but i think we would be super chill together, i could see us playing uno or monopoly and just- disaster happening BAH but anyway i think they would be happy about alhaitham finding someone after his losses, and even it kaveh might be petty.. he’s happy for him<3

𓍼 tartellie.

— omg akira-san, i mean uh, tartaglia, yeah.. ahem. let me think.. we would have met at a flower shop, he was buying flowers to bring home to his family since he was likely away from home for a good while. he was just scanning all the different types, not sure which to pick, to which he would approach me, thinking me to be the store clerk ( i was not ). confused, i would break to him that i do not work there.. to which he would get embarrassed LMAO but since we were talking, he would ask on my opinion anyway, to which i’d try my best to offer a few options to my basic knowledge of flower language. i think he would show interest in the way i talk and explain, the hand gestures and expressions i make, but he’d ignore it.. until we stumbled once more upon each other, where he would chat with me.. and then proposes the idea of getting lunch. totally not a date, just lunch..

— he did and probably said so without even saying those three words tbh?? i don’t know how he would say it, but uh maybe smtn like.. “it’s strange.. home, until now was always being with my family back in snezhnaya.. but somehow, you seemed to have brought that feeling to me here and have blossomed it into something a little more than family, something special and precious to me.”

— now for this.. me LMAO if it was e2l it would end up as an unspoken confession i feel?? maybe if he was seriously injured or um, overdid things again because he used foul legacy or his delusion in a fight.. to which i would yell at him in a way that sounded like i really cared for him, and tartaglia would end up saying something along the lines of me sounding like i loved him or something.. to which i would go silent and he would piece it all together. unspoken confession!!

𓍼 yuellie.

— understandable as to why he would miss them, especially cuz he’s the last one remaining and with his memories in tact. it’s kinda heartbreaking honestly, but i understand the kinda fall of a friend group in a way, granted i still talk with mine but very minimally these days. regardless, i would do my best to comfort him, maybe take him out or encourage him to come be around others as well outside of his duties, just to feel yk welcomed as a dude and not just as a general. i think he’d like something like that cuz company helps when you miss those that you were once close with.

— AKWJSJDJSKSJ i fall down first and i make sure to KNEEL ( i did it on purpose ) yuan is probably like ellie???? and i’m like ain’t no way you said you’re going for the body — I’M GOING FOR THE BODY, YOU SIT YOUR ASS BACK THERE. atp he’s like, am i about to have my girl stolen by horrifyingly attractive woman that wants to kill us and is not just twice but several times her size?? he’s just watching in complete shock but like part of him understands.. i mean.. come on.

— I WENT FOR THE BODY AGAIN AND AGAIN ahem, your assumptions are likely correct.

𓍼 sephiellie.

— screams in sephiroth. okay um. let me actually get into this. sooo a day to make sephi have fun and feel more human.. well! after buying flowers from a certain peddler, i would whip out my super slay cool flip phone and urge him to come over after work because i had a surprise for him. said surprise is flowers to braid into his hair and a flower for him to keep at home cuz sephiroth having a green thumb sounds so adorable. for the rest, it would be just a cute self care day to remind him of his humanity in spite of whatever modifications and experiments were done on him ( FUCK YOU HOJO YOU UGLY ASS PIECE OF SHIT, THERE’S A REASON I’M NOT IN FFVII AND THAT’S BC YOUR ASS WOULD BE THROUGH, WHICH MEANS THE STORY DOESN’T END UP HAPPENING SO NO GAME )

— the braid with the flowers in it! high ponytail for sure HE IS SO PRETTY<3 maybe a bun as well after i told him that mine absolutely sucked and that my mom refused to let me out of the house without her doing my hair.. so he would ask to see how bad said bun is — so it ends up messy because i didn’t wanna make it too tight.. his hair is also super long.. but he liked it, probably wondered why i couldn’t leave the house when it looked so nice on him ( sobbing he’s so so sweet ), furthermore i would try the princess leia space buns and perhaps twin tails<3 he also would do my hair and try out different styles too, he’s so gentle<3

— I DON’T KNOW I GUESS I NEED SOME MAKO BATHS AND HIS CELLS SO HE CAN INVADE MY THOUGHTS INSTEAD😐 but like.. sefikura.. IM TORN

okay i believe that was all of them.. this took way longer than i’d expected😭

#sky chan🙁💞 #— ; 🏹 ) sephiellie. #— ; 🏹 ) haithellie. #— ; 🏹 ) tartellie. #— ; 🏹 ) yuellie.

[asgardwinter]

hi bianca!! i have a request if that’s okay!!

so i work in an elementary school, and some days are better than others. can i request a little blurb where reader comes home after a bad day and is crying and loki comforts her and says he’ll make anyone who mad you cry and you’re like honey they’re six year olds and he’s like. oh. well then they’re cute. what am i supposed to do? 😭 idk i just love the idea of loki and kids bc i know he would secretly actually like them

I hope I made justice to your request, it is absolutely adorable and I can totally imagine something like this happening

tiny little mortals

summary | A bad day with Loki's antics was always a surprise.

pairing | Loki x Reader

warnings | fluff, Loki being funny AND adorable

word count | 558

author’s note | sorry if my writing isn’t that good, I’m trying to get back on track so be kind lovies :)

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There were days where your kids made you smile and laugh and jump around the place. You’d be taking care of them and someone would’ve come near you with flowers as a cute gift and they would say adorable things and be adorable children.

Just perfect.

But on other days everything seemed to be off. The kids were being… Well, they were behaving like kids. Crying because you wouldn’t let them put themselves in danger, because you called them out, the whole package. And a bonus was that when they were unhappy you couldn’t be much happier either, and their parents were just as upset.

In a few words this whole combination left you crying in the living room of your apartment, not even realizing Loki got home.

“I swear, my love, I’ll make them regret it.” You hear his stone cold voice behind you. “Anyone who makes such a beautiful thing like you cry should not be living and...”

“Love, they’re six years old.” You cut through his monologue, a half smile made its way to your face with how shocked he was to hear it.

“Oh my.” He looked quite embarrassed, you never thought you’d see him almost regret a death threat. “Well, if they are small humans… it might complicate things a bit.”

“Just a bit, right?” You nodded towards the picture you had up on the rack, a gift from some of the kids with a picture you took during one of those special days they had.

“They’re cute. Too cute!” He looked more closely at the picture. “What am I supposed to do now? What can I do to some tiny little mortals?!”

“I don’t know, honey.” You dried some of the tears with the back of your hand. “Just please don’t follow on with the murder plan. I’d be a little happier if they’re there tomorrow when I get to work.”

Loki sat by your side on the couch, his arms around your shoulders to give you some support while you could almost see the engines in his brain working to solve your problem in a way he wouldn’t hurt the “tiny little mortals”.

“I have a plan.” He suddenly announced. “And I believe you’ll approve of it.”

You stared at him, suspicious of his intentions. The only relief was that you knew he wouldn’t hurt a kid, even if he also would do anything to assure your well being.

“Tomorrow I will pick you up at work and them we can go to that cafe you love so much…”

“And…?” You could see there was way more into his words, Loki was just a master at stalling you.

“...before that I’ll have a little chat with these little ones there.”

“Loki…”

“Like I even need permission.” He scoffed, clearly offended at your lack of faith in his abilities of staying off the radar of the people in charge.

“Do whatever you want honey.” You gave up, leaning against him to emphasize your words. “I just don’t want kids crying or parents coming in for my head.”

“Trust me, my love. Everything will get better.” He winked and you just knew he was telling you the truth.

And if you had seen the careful way he talked to the kids, you’d be even more surprised with his adorable manners next to them.

#asgardwinter writes #gn!reader #loki x reader #loki x gn!reader #loki blurb #loki fluff #loki reader insert #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x you

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii beautiful!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I hope you’ve been doing amazing!! (Small update on my genshin exploration: I’m almost done with the desert! I’m just missing the last expansion patch that we got like 2 months ago! I haven’t even started the new event because I want to finish my exploration before Fontaine comes) but how have you been? Have you been saving for any new chars? If so what are your funds? I’d love to know!!

Alright on to the main topic! This is kinda just a small headcanon and also inspired by what you said in a brainrot: but fragile!reader most likely does wake up in the middle of the night at times. (Most likely due to reoccurring nightmares) so usually when you do get startled awake, you usually just walk around the laboratory. And whenever you do, a clone or two will find you and slightly scold you for being out of bed and that your body seriously needs it. But after scolding you they usually just join you on your small walk to hopefully tire you out. (I swear the clones are like small kittens who won’t detach themselves from you bc of how much they love you and just imagining these blue haired scary looking masked grown men following little you is 😭💕💗💖)

However, at times when you’re really shaken up, you’ll just head straight to Dottore’s lab or his bedroom. Although it’s usually the first since Dottore never sleeps, so when he sees you walk into his lab at 3 AM, he knows it’s because you’ve been shaken up badly from one of your nightmares again. So he’ll let you stay as he continues to work. Letting you sit at his desk while he runs an experiment. Or he would offer to you his bedroom, which you usually decline as what you want is to see your husband be safe. (Your nightmares sometimes concern him, so you just want to make sure he’s safe and not in the condition that you saw him in, in your nightmare) but you do eventually fall asleep in his lab, which makes him pick you up and put you in his bedroom. He wishes he could have your nightmares instead. Already being inflicted with a mysterious illness and now having nightmares. He just wants you to be truly happy, and not have to put up a fake act or fake smiles (Dottore most likely Can tell whenever you’re faking your smiles, although he doesn’t want to upset you and call you out on it) so in the meantime he’ll try his somewhat best in making you smile. Sure his attempts may be horrible at first, but it’s the thought that counts! You’ll be sure his kiss his cheeks and lips a few times as an “A for effort”.

What was supposed to be short turned out long I’m so sorry!! 😭 I always get carried away and end up writing more than I mean to. (Also just a little self indulgent but what if fragile!reader had a blanket they’ve had since probably when they were a kid, and they just love it. Like their plushie! But instead, whenever you wake up from your nightmares and go on walks or to Dottore’s lab, you just…bring it with you. It’s what helps you sleep after all! You could literally sleep on the floor so long as you have your blanket (and plushie) with you) I’m only adding this because I’ve had a blanket since I was born and I literally drag it with me in the house. I’m going to the kitchen? It’s coming with me. OKAYOKAY! I’ll stay quiet now!! I hope you enjoy this smooches!! I am smooching your cheeks n forehead and ur nose till your face is all sore ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ you’re deserving of all the cuddles and hugs and kisses in the world I love you so so much!! I’m wishing you a very happy day and week!! Hehe okay bye bye!!!!૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 💕💗💖💗

-From your boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

MY LOVELY 🎐 ANON YOUR IDEAS MAKE ME SO SO HAPPY 😭💖

GOSH I AM KISSING YOUR BRAIN THIS IS JUST SO 🥺🥺😍 Whenever you have dreams, it’s a bit of a struggle to go back to sleep. Not only do the nightmares make you too scared to sleep again, but even the happier dreams of the past make you too sad to get sleepy again since you keep thinking of what once was. So instead of twisting and turning alone in the dark you decide to just walk around the lab to try and get your mind off things. But of course the lab always has clones running about no matter what time it is, sometimes you only walk a few feet and already bump into a clone. Every time they just sigh and give you that look again, that lecture that you probably have memorized already, they always try to guide you back to your room (and sometimes it works, and they sit in your room with you and help you fall back to sleep.) But if you pull out the pleading and pouty eyes they’ll be giving in quickly and entertain your request (cue them carrying you back to bed later 🥺) (Also Cattore so real… I find it so funny you could just be walking with a clone or two and they’ll be treating you with so much respect and love, talking very animatedly and then when you come across a regular Fatui assistant they’ll just give them a ‘wtf are u looking at slacker I’ll kill u’ and the assistant is just praying they get transferred to another squad 😭) (Plus they report it every time this stuff happens to Prime and he’s just :( he is at a loss at how he or science can help you, every time he sees those eye bags… he just. Curses internally.)

The first few times you walked right into his lab an at ungodly hour he was just like ??? Internally panicking and worrying something was really wrong with you to seek him out at this hour, and probably barraged you with questions and was even about to run some tests on you until you just interrupt him and spill the whole dilemma you’ve been in. How the nightmares are hurting you and you can’t find it in you to sleep again. Dottore knows very well how one will find it hard to sleep if the mind is troubled so he won’t force you to sleep again, but he’ll encourage you to try at least. Even if he’s in the middle of doing something that requires to stand up, he’ll find something to work on so you can sit down comfortably on his lap. He sometimes wonders about your dreams but you prefer not to speak about them or do so very vaguely so he doesn’t push it. Unfortunately he has yes to develop a dream-preventing injection so the only thing he can do is be ready to receive you when you show up at his door ;( The first time Dottore called you out on a fake smile you were so shocked and then nearly broke down catching him off guard. Though he is a very straight to the point no bs person he’s learned not to do that again. He is not very good with verbal affection so a lot of it just comes from him holding you, and also recounting some infuriating encounters he had with the other Harbingers (you find them hilarious though) and he tolerates it simply because of the kisses and actual smiles he gets <3

And omg… yes reader’s special blanket <3 (The lab would be torn upside down if you ever lost it) I love how cherished your blanket is 💖 I don’t have a specific blanket but I also can’t sleep if I dont have one, and if I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t find my plushies I get mad and search in the dark and sometimes resort to turning on the light 😭

Okay moving on from the dot brainrot- I’m so glad you’re catching up on the desert progress! It really is a lot, but I know you got this!! Hopefully Fontaine is more fun, I love exploring but even the desert had me like 💀 most because of the scenery. If you do play the summer event I hope you enjoy it, it’s definitely my favorite out of the 3 summer events we’ve gotten :3 As for me… I have roughly 70 wishes I think? Close to pity, no guarantee. I was considering trying to get Lyney since I want some Fontaine characters, but I’m not too sure yet so I’m just gonna wait until the release to decide who I want! I might just skip everyone for Arlecchino too haha. Are you saving for anyone 🎐 anon? Dottore maybe? AND DONT WORRY I LOVE YOUR LONG BRAINROTS!!! The depth and everything is so chefs kiss 😫 I am giving you infinite number of smooches mwah mwah!! Ily more🎐 anon~!!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #hehe it's funny to think abt a scholar like him getting an a simply for effort #dottore pls hold me too 🥰😍

[isagamis]

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄

gojo satoru x reader ┊ chapter 4 ┊ wc: 3.9k

cw: angst, fluff, reader gets to know megumi a little more, one on one time with megumi, reader gets scared of feelings, stubborn reader, gojo being a cutie as always

author’s note: so sorry for the delay! been super busy with work & have had no motivation with this chapter bc for some reason is was hard for me to write. i had no idea where to take it but i think it turned out alright! please make sure to REBLOG along with liking. just liking does nothing for reach! this isnt instagram!

[ song for the chapter: 1 ]

hide and seek masterlist

I’m awoken by the gleaming rays of sun reflecting through my window. It takes a minute for my vision and hearing to adjust as I come out of my sleep. My arms stretch out in front of me, and I let out a strained groan at the pull of my muscles. My fists circle my eyes asI force myself to sit up. With a hunched back, I just sit, pulling my comforter around my body. My eyes threaten to keep closed with every second, and all I want to do is get back to sleep. I realize I’d never slept so hard, even harder than the night before. I don’t know what Gojo has in him, but it’s like he’s the fucking sandman. I wasn’t riddled with nightmares and didn’t once stir in my sleep. My brain alerts me, Gojo. I quickly look to where he was sleeping on the floor to find an empty pallet. I feel my gut fill with disappointment. I don’t know why I thought he’d stay the whole night. Silly me.

The jiggle of my door handle startles me and it opens with a struggle. “Sorry, did I wake you?” Gojo’s stupid fucking concerned smile radiates the room. I can’t help but to smile back at him. His lanky body walks with such grace as he carries two trays of food, he brought me breakfast?

“You didn’t have to…”

“Oh, please, I can’t have you missing meals,” He says handing me my tray.

“Oh, you don’t have to sit on the floor,” I unravel the blanket around me to motion to the end of my bed, “you can sit up here.”

He folds a leg under him as he sits, the mattress sinks in lightly at his weight. I scoot myself back to give him more room.

“I got you some omurice and miso soup,” He says pointing to each item with his chopsticks, “I got extra natto, too, if you wanted to try it.”

“Do you want some tea?“ I ask him as I get up to get some for myself.

“Tea sounds great.”

“It’s sweet tea, though.”

“Is all tea not sweet?”

“Gojo, it’s southern sweet tea, like iced,” I laugh as I pour a cup for each of us, “I made it the other day.”

“I would love to try your snazzy southern American drink,” he says in the most cliche American southern accent.

“Do that again and I will throw this drink in your face,” I chuckle, “We do not sound like that.”

“Okay, switch,” he offers a small bowl of natto to me as his other hand waits for the tea. We make a quick hand off and I settle back into my spot. I watch as he brings the drink to his lips and takes a satisfying swig. His face contorts as he swallows, “Christ, that is sweet.”

“If it doesn’t taste like a heart attack then it ain’t sweet enough,” I laugh as I sip my own.

“Try the natto!”

I use my chopsticks to stir the soybeans. Its mucus-like texture is quite different to me but definitely intrigues me. Its smell is also something I’ve never really experienced, it doesn’t bother me though. My chopsticks pick up a small cluster and I stuff them into my mouth. I chew slowly as I try to gather the taste onto every bud of my tongue.

“I like it, it’s different, but good,” I inform the boy in front of me.

“A lot of people don’t, the consistency scares ‘em away,” he replies, stuffing his own face.

“Where I’m from, there’s plenty of questionable foods, this is nothing.”

“Do you cook?”

“I used to, now that I’m here though, I don’t have the things I need to make the dishes from home,” my smile slowly fades as I think about it. I’d do anything for a homemade dish right about now.

“If I was able to get them, could you cook for us?”

My eyes dart to meet his, “Us as in me and you or us as in all of us.?”

“Whichever you want,” he looks at me over the top of his miso bowl that’s being drained into his mouth.

“Yeah, I’d love to, that’d be nice,” the smile I once had creeps back into my face and I can even feel a light blush flush my cheeks. His kindness always takes me by surprise. Gojo wasn’t a well spoken topic back home but he’s a well known sorcerer internationally. Word gets around eventually. All I’d heard about him was that he was kind of a player, snooty and narcissistic. But from what Gojo’s shown me of himself, he’s just a normal dude. He’s super down to earth and so caring. Makes me wonder how rumors like that even spread about him.

“Oh, by the way, do we have a library?” I ask as I finish my last bite.

“Yeah, I’ll show you where it is when I get back,” he says, picking up my tray along with his. As soon as he’s out of my room I take the opportunity to get dressed for the day. I throw on some loose jeans and a t-shirt and head to my bathroom to brush my teeth. As I exit my bathroom, Gojo is already back and cleaning up his pallet off the floor to take back to his room.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll be back,” he tells me with full arms. I leave my room after him and wait for him outside of his door. After about five or so minutes, he comes back out in a pair of sports joggers and a loose fitting t-shirt. My eyes subconsciously avert to his thighs. I hate it, but the thin fabric hugs them so perfectly and I can’t help but to look. He luckily doesn’t notice and I quickly look away once he sees my face.

“Okay, follow me~” he sings as he walks past me. He leads me out of our building and to one that’s behind the main schooling unit. “Here, we are,” He says, opening the door for me, “I have to run a few errands so I’ll be back this evening, If you need anything Shoko is always in her office.” I nod to him and catch the door from him.

“Oh and I realized I didn’t have your contact info, care to exchange?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” I reply as I reach into my back pocket for my phone. We switch devices and put each other’s numbers into them. He hands my phone back to me and leaves me with a goodbye. I glance down at my screen to see that he’s put himself in as ‘Satoru’ with a little wizard emoji next to it. It coerces a smile from me as I slip my phone back into my pocket and enter the library.

It’s empty and as bad as I feel about it, I’m grateful to finally have time to myself. It’s a rather small library, only about ten to fifteen shelves of books. A few tables are placed here and there and the lighting is fairly dim. I notice that candles line the walls in their little sconces. With a snap of my fingers I activate my technique and each wick is lit with a small flame. The room becomes vibrant from the flickering lights. I smirk to myself in pride, such a simple motion but yet so satisfying to perform.

“Hello?” a voice speaks from beyond one of the looming shelves.

Startled, my head snaps in the direction of the voice, “Uh…hello?”

“Y/N sensei?” wild strands of black hair make themselves known from behind the shelf.

“Oh, Megumi, I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry to disturb you.”

“How did you do that?” He questions, pointing to the candles.

“I—what?”

“That!” his arm sharply extends to his previous focal point, “How did you do that!”

I smirk, “You mean this?” I lift my hand, and my pointer finger extends. A flame appears just above it, as if my own finger was one of the waxy sticks that clung to the wall.

“Is that your technique?” I am taken aback by the nonchalant tone in his voice.

“Well, I’m sorry it’s no shadow technique,” A playful scoff slips from me.

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” he spills apologies, “I’m just interested in what you can do.”

“Ever seen Avatar the Last Airbender?”

“That’s an American show right? I think I’ve seen it.”

“Yeah,” I confirm, “My technique is based off of the fire benders, I have no creativity so I took inspiration from things like that.”

“Why haven’t you used it around us? I think everyone else would find it pretty cool,” he leans slightly to the right to rest a shoulder against one of the bookshelves, his foot crosses over the other.

“Cons of using fire,” my palms rub together, “Dry spells tend to be a nuisance.” He just nods in understanding as his eyes divert back to the candles.

“Megumi,” his attention from the candles lands back on me, “Y’know, I’m pretty sure this is the longest we’ve spoken, and I’ve been here almost a month.”

His lips purse, and I can sense nervous irritation swirling around in that mess of a head of his.

“Quiet kid, huh?” I laugh as he groans, embarrassed I’m sure.

“I guess.”

My feet begin to explore the room, “What were you doing in here anyway?”

“I just like to get away for a bit sometimes,” He leaves his spot from the shelf and disappears back into the rows of books.

“I get it,” I answer, “If I could, I think I’d spend every day alone.”

“I’m just used to it,” I hear Megumi’s voice echo from the back of the room.

“How come?” I start to search the shelves myself for anything that may catch my interest.

He doesn’t reply right away, instead all I can hear is the sleek pulling of books.

“My mom died when I was very young,” he finally says, and I sense emptiness in his voice, “My dad abandoned me soon after. It was just me and my sister then.”

“That’s when Gojo found you, right?” I ask as my fingers scan over the old spines.

“Yeah,” I hear a strained sigh leave him.

“That must have been hard for you, things are better now though, right?”

“No, yeah don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for Gojo and everything he’s done for me, I just–”

“Wish you got the parents you deserved?” I finished for him.

“Yeah…” I can see him now through the shelf and his head hangs low at his admission.

“I’m the same way,” I sympathize, “My family wasn’t all that great either.”

He looks at me over the books, a gleam of comfort in his dark eyes.

“But I love the family I have here, now and I’d do anything for you guys,” a soft smile spreads on my face. He’s trying to hide it, but I can see the curl of his lips all too clearly.

“What is it with teachers and being able to get their students to speak so freely?” He chuckles.

I laugh in reply, “It’s just in our genes, it works on Gojo, too.”

“You got Gojo to talk? About himself? Oh, how shocking!” The black haired boy says sarcastically.

“Oh, hush, it’s different,” I wave his tone away.

As if on cue, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to see Gojo’s sent me a message. “Speak of the devil,” I say aloud.

Satoru: *one attachment*

I unlock my phone to see he’s sent a picture of a little white cat nuzzling against his leg on the street.

Satoru: you think they’d let us keep her?

Me: absolutely not

“What is it?” Megumi asks, looking over the books as if he could even see my phone that way.

“Gojo’s found a cat and is asking if he could bring it back,” I say, turning my phone and showing him the picture.

“Principal Yaga’s already yelled at him I don’t know how many times for trying to bring cats here,” His eyes roll in annoyance at his elder.

I laugh in response as I picture this six foot two man coming up to the school with an arm full of stray cats.

“He’s so stupid, I swear,” Megumi’s voice moves from behind the shelf as he walks around to me. I spot a couple of books in his arms and raise and eyebrow at him in confusion.

“These are books about jujutsu history in Japan, I figured you’d want to know more about it,” He explains. He dumps the books into my arms and my body dips at the weight of them.

“Thanks, now I have homework,” I huff as I readjust them in my arms.

“I would get started now,” He suggests.

“Well fine, if you wanted me gone that bad,” I reply playfully, walking past him and to the door. He waves me off and I head back to my room with my new assignment in hand.

-

My fingers flip through one of the books. The pages are full of images of past curse users and cursed tools that are still in use today. My lips sip from the straw in my cup as I concentrate. I don’t know how long I’ve been laying here outside my window, but I’m almost to the middle of the first book, and my eyes are starting to feel dry. The urge to stretch overcomes me, and my muscles extend out like a house cat that’s been sleeping all day. I put the book down to my side and tap my phone that’s sitting next to it. I’d been so encapsulated in reading, I hadn’t even noticed that I missed lunch. My arms stretch out before me once again, this time a strained groan is forced through my lips. I sigh and lean back against the wall, feeling too comfortable to make myself get up just yet.

I look to my left to see that messy black head of hair from earlier trudging along the path in the garden. “Megumi!” I call out to him. His head snaps in my direction and he stops walking.

“Oh, there you are, I’ve been looking for you,” he yells from where he stands, “I was just about to get lunch, wanna join?”

“Please, I’m starving!” I quickly get up from my spot and jog over to him, books still in hand.

“How far did you get?” He asks as he notices the books.

“Not far at all, it’s really caught my interest though.”

“Yeah, I’ve found a lot on the Zenins in some of them, it’s taught me a couple of things if I’m being honest.”

“Oh? But you have yet to train with me?” I tease.

“After the way you took Gojo? No thank you, I’m good.”

I laugh at his response as we walk in unison to get our lunch.

-

“Okay, what you were saying earlier about not having a good family life,” he says, stuffing a spoonful of rice into his mouth, “I’d like to know more.”

I let out a sigh, “Of course you do.” I look away from him as I chew my food.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he adds.

“I told myself I’d be more open,” I admit.

“So…”

“But!” My voice pitches up as I prepare my compromise, “You have to tell me what’s going on between you and Yuuji.”

His head falls back with an annoyed groan, like I’d caught him in one big secret.

“Please, it’s so obvious you like him,” I push.

“Fine, Fine! You’re right, I do, but you gotta promise not to say anything, not even to Gojo,” he bargains with a pinky extended towards me. I take it with my own knowing damn well I would be relaying this whole conversation to the white haired idiot later on.

“Megumi, you’re not as mysterious as you think you are,” I smirk at him as I take a sip of tea. He only responds with an eye roll.

“Okay, your turn,” he nods to me.

I lean back onto the wall behind me to relax myself before I open up. “As you might be aware, sorcery isn’t very common overseas. Due to that, I was treated as an outcast early on in life. Especially in the states, they just take that stuff as a psychological issue, and my parents let them do just that. They hospitalized me so young. I think I was around twelve or thirteen when someone from the government came for me. They took me out and brought me to that secluded box of a school. I’d been there ever since. I don’t even remember what my parents looked like. To my knowledge, I no longer exist legally,” I look up to see him with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s concentrated, like he’s taking in every word.

“Wow, uh, that’s a lot,” he shifts in his spot on the floor, “I thought my sob story was bad.”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got you beat there, bud,” I laugh, “it’s whatever though, I guess.”

“No, it’s not whatever,” Megumi protests, “It’s fucked up, and you’re allowed to be angry about it.”

My body tenses at his words. A spoonful of food half way into my mouth as it finally clicks in my brain. I realized, in the past fifteen or so years, I had been so busy distracting myself that I never allowed myself to be angry at my situation. I had never been given the time. I was always either training or exercising curses. They had never allowed me time to actually think.

“Well,” I falter, “I did not expect a fifteen year old to offer me such therapeutic advice.”

“I’m sure Gojo would say the same,” he vouches.

“Yeah, he probably would,” I pick around at my food as Megumi’s words settle into my thoughts.

“By the way, what do you think of him?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” I look at him confused.

“I think you know what I mean,” he looks at me with lifted eyebrows as he sips from his tea.

“All of you are so nosy!” My voice disguises itself in fake annoyance, “It’s like y'all want us to be a thing or something.”

“I don’t mean to push that on you!” He clarifies, “I just…he’s different around you.”

“Different how?”

“He’s giddier, reminds me of how he was when I was younger,” I notice a small smile carve into his face, “It’s just nice to see him be so energetic again.”

“I think it’s just because we have a lot in common, maybe he’s just comfortable around me,” I dismiss, “We’re just close friends, I guess, nothing more.”

I feel my heart begin to ache at my words, and my mood changes instantly. Megumi notices my discomfort and tries to speak, but my actions are faster.

“Sorry Megumi, I’m gonna go, I’m not that hungry anymore,” I get to my feet quickly and am out the door before he can say anything.

I feel terrible. One, for leaving him so rudely. Two, for being so dramatic. And three, for making myself feel like this. It’s just too soon. The wounds of last year are still so fresh, and I’m scared to heal them. I appreciate that these kids think that we’d be good for each other, but it will never be in the cards for me. Gojo would never look at me that way. Whatever the students are seeing in him now is just hopeful imaginations. From what I’ve been told, he’s always been this way. I am not special.

I clutch my chest in hopes to relieve the ache. My feet stumble over one another as I try to get back to my dorm as quick as I can. I feel so stupid for even getting upset over something like this. A dumb hypothetical situation! My mind races with solutions to resolve these fantasies. I close myself into my room to hide away from the world, as per usual when I find myself too overwhelmed with feelings.

My feet pace the floor as I think. My mind finds every possible outcome and plays them on film. Scenarios of Gojo and I, what we would look like as a couple, how dates would go, even marriage shoves itself in there just to rub it in my face. But then I see him, I see it. Gojo’s body being pulled apart just like hers had been. My brain forces me to imagine every rib being ripped from his sternum, every organ being torn from him. I hear his blood curdling scream of agony. I shut down, unable to bear anymore. I stop pacing and make up my mind.

I won’t allow myself to get used to him. Because eventually, one of us will be thrown out like last week’s trash, and for as selfish as this may sound, I pray to a god that it’s him.

-

Night falls before I know it, and I notice that Gojo still hasn’t returned. I assume maybe it’s because he just got caught up in whatever business he had been doing all day. Either way it didn’t matter to me. I had been in my room since running out on Megumi so abruptly, he came by just before six to inform me that dinner was ready. I told him I wasn’t hungry without even opening the door. I’d rather just sit here in my own self pity and wallow in it. I just kept thinking about how easily Gojo had me tear down my walls, and how much that actually annoys me. I do appreciate him as a friend, but we would never be more, there was no need for him to know me any deeper. It’s best I just distance myself and continue my work as a teacher, if I have to transfer again, I’ll do it.

I can feel the small child in me screaming that I’m wrong. But what do they know? This is to protect myself. Shield me from the hurt that is the world of sorcery. You can’t just move on from watching the person you love be slaughtered in front of you. My days are numbered as a sorcerer, involving myself with anyone at this point would be futile.

I feel a hot tear slide down my cheek. I try to wipe it away, but more angrily appear. I sob quietly, my head between my knees as my shoulders shake. It’s a short cry. Just one of those where you’re feeling too many things at once and something has to be let out somehow and this is the way it chooses to release itself. I suddenly think about how tomorrow is monday, and that although I’m struggling, I have to keep working. That I have to pretend that my own loneliness isn’t killing me slowly. Despite that, I accept it. I accept that I have to wake up at six in the morning and brush my teeth and do all the things normal people do until I’m not. Until I’m teaching children how to defend themselves against monsters, teaching them how to kill.

“Jesus Christ,” I sigh exasperatedly, my body flops to lay down properly in my bed, “I wish I was a worm.”

Although I haven’t changed into pajamas or even gotten under my covers, my eyes close and my breathing slows. My body shuts down, and everything goes quiet.

#gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru scenario #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #jjk scenario #gojo satoru x reader #gojo scenario #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[ginkgo-shaw]

hello lovely. thank you for calling my brain enormous 💕

i know this is out of nowhere but i've been wondering for a while, do you have any random spn headcanons that you just wanna... put out there? bc i'd love to hear them

you don’t have to thank me sweetheart!! it’s my pleasure 🫶🏻

indeed, i do have some spn headcanons to share with you :

for starters, i think jess knew, vaguely, what sam and his family were doing. sam never told her about the monsters because he didn’t want to involve her in all this mess but she picked up some things (the salt lines, the guns hidden etc). jess didn’t believe it though and thought that sam was just badly coping with his traumas so she didn’t say anything and let him do whatever he needed to.

i also headcanon that when mary came back, she was frightened by her boys. not because her babies were not babies anymore or because she missed everything in their lives. she was frightened because she thought sam and dean were weird : they’d sit too close to each other, they’d sleep in the same bed (sometimes in the bunker but it happens mostly in motels), they’d have conversations without talking, on hunts they wouldn’t hesitate to make the dumbest moves to save each other and they’d go feral if anyone or anything tries to hurt the other. dean was taking care of sam like his kid and sam was looking up at dean like he was some god. they couldn’t be separated and mary was so lost and she didn’t understand why they were like that (this is all purely platonic obviously!!! they’re just weird boys).

also, i think that sam can speak enochian. after all the time he spent in the cage with lucifer and michael, most likely only speaking enochian, he leant the language and would probably speak it with castiel sometimes without really thinking about it.

furthermore, i like to think that sam never lost his psychic powers but would used them in secret and for dumb little things like to win against dean when they’d make bets for example. he was afraid that dean wouldn’t like the idea of him still having powers so he hid them.

finally, this is not a really a headcanon but we know since ghostfacers that sam and dean are censored. and i’m certain that not only were their words censored, some of their behaviours and actions were too. those guys are hunters, they were barely raised and most of their interactions with the world was through schools they didn’t always attended because they were on the road. so obviously they were cute and nice and cool but this was mostly to us viewers (because we know all the pain and the loss they went through). but i know sam and dean are terrifying ; they’re always swearing, they’re not really nice nor kind to other people, they most likely smoke, they kill (people and monsters) without battling an eye, every monster and hunter who’s not their friend are afraid of them. i can add that dean certainly has the worst manners if it’s not to get laid.

i’d love to hear your thoughts and your headcanons too!!

#fratricidesam #thank you so much for this ask!! #i hope i didn’t talk too much #please take care of yourself and have a great day!! #spn headcanon #spn #my asks #mine

[tadpolesonalgae]

do you have any eris fics planned or coming up? or are you taking requests? i know he wont end up with reader in cbmthy but it's making me crave eris so bad. eris is perfect for so many tropes like arranged marriage or fake relationship. i mean enemies to lovers because he's an asshole and has so many lol but also friends to lovers like eris and reader have been really close friends for years and she obviously knows he's faking being cruel for his family's sake and he always loved her but never dared doing anything bc beron but now eris is high lord and nothing is stopping them so eris ends up confessing or something and then we get to see eris talking reader through it in that teasing way of his 🫣 brain is full of eris tonight i fear

- 🧶

I don’t currently, but I’ll set to work on one for you since I love seeing your asks in my inbox🍁 🧡💛

‘eris is perfect for so many tropes like arranged marriage or fake relationship’

Perfectly said 😌🤌

Maybe a scene after they’ve gotten engaged and they’re going shopping for a ring to put on her finger? And they just disagree so much 🫣😬 and not petty differences either, but more genuine, completely objective arguments about what style or colour would look better!

Enemies to lovers with Eris too would be beautiful, but then I can imagine perhaps with the friends to lovers, a drunken confession-type of scene, where things just get swept away and escalate? Like Eris had a rough day or something so gets really drunk by accident and when reader is helping him into bed he just kind of gets quiet for a bit, staring up at her?

So many different ideas to pick from!!

‘but now eris is high lord and nothing is stopping them so eris ends up confessing’

That would be so heart-meltingly wholesome I’m not sure I’d be able to keep it together 🥹

Gosh these really are such wonderful ideas 😭🫂🫂🫂🍁

#🧶 anon <3 #🧶 #🧶🍁 #Eris

[ashes-writing]

the power of love pt five | stranger things ; s.harrington

A/N ; This chapter is brought to you by my undying need to insert even more sexual tension into a situation, a fuckload of cherry coke and just me, wanting to write some friendly flirting because I haven't really played with it a whole lot intentionally before. So if you pick up on those vibes when you're reading this, yay! I've done what I set out to do. For the next chapter, I am going to get Dustin in there with these two, I swear it. I just.. I need him to have time with Steve and his sister.

also, v.v bad idea to put 8675309 on your 80's / ST designated playlist because it's a brain worm and whew, does it ever invade...

Anyway, to everyone who takes the time to read this, leaves feedback in any form and esp the comments and tags I've gotten lately. You guys are seriously making my little heart so so so happy and you don't know how much it means / how much it all motivates me to keep at these. Thank you, thank you, thank you and I love you all.

-Ashes

Pairing ; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; Set in season 2 minus the upside down and it's unholy terrors and all the deaths / other assorted fuckery. If you like stories with heavy sexual tension and friends to lovers dynamic, that is this. This is more of a slice of life fic than the show it's based on bc no otherworldly stuffs. Anyway.. No deaths here. No russians / demothings / upside down.

Tag List ; @aries-arcade @allelitesmut @krys-orion @musichealsscars @hcloangcls @scoobiessnacks @heyaitsklaudia are the only people on my Stranger Things tag list. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; mentions of the devils lettuce, heaaavy sexual tension, lotsa touching, friendly flirting, a little mutual pining and one real awkward "sex bad don't do it" lecture in the gym before a big high school dance as per the time period.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open -> send me things. Pls. I beg. I'm doing headcanons and fluff or filth alphabet letters. No wrestling though.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

“There is not enough coffee in the world to make me stay awake through this.” your muffled statement has Steve glancing up at the back of your head. Since there was a big formal dance coming up, the school board apparently saw fit to cram all of the juniors and seniors together in the gymnasium  for a little impromptu sex ed course. Based solely on why they should abstain, of course.

Steve snickers to himself when your next grumbled remark is along the lines of, “How am I supposed to take any of this shit seriously when you can’t even say vagina or clit without flinching, though? Jesus.. We didn’t need this. This is just plain awkward. Literally no one asked for this."

You rub your temples for a third time and Steve leans forward to whisper against the shell of your ear in concern. “You okay?”

“I slept for shit last night, Harrington. Not to mention, I haven’t seen my reading glasses in weeks now because last time me n’ Val had a midnight smoke sesh, I put ‘em somewhere and now I can’t remember where.” you turn to face him, giving a sheepish little shrug.

Steve bit back a laugh while shaking his head. "You kind of need your glasses, woman, damn it... “Wait. You smoke too?” he asks as it sinks in what you've said about how you lost them in the first place.

You laugh quietly. “Yeah, on occasion. To relax.”

He can see the pain in your eyes when you start to rub your temples again. “Jesus. I wish I’d slowed down enough this morning to take something for this.”

He remembers the little massage you gave him. How they always seem to help him feel better.

And maybe he just wants to make you feel better. Deep down, he knows it’s a lot more than just wanting to make you feel better, but making you feel better is the more important reason he chooses to do what he does next.

“Okay, that’s not just a little migraine. Lay your head in my lap…” Steve coaxes, patting his thigh as he looks at you.

“Steve, no.” you're blushing a little, you can feel it when your cheeks burn hot. "I'll be fine. Just need to nap at some point or something."

“C’mon, the coach isn’t even looking back here, it’ll be fine. Look, “ he flashes you the megawatt grin that you used to swear had absolutely zero effect on you and that you now know that train of thought to be a lie and you sigh. Steve continues, “At least let me try, alright? You look like you’re really in pain.”

“Okay, fiiiine. We better not get in trouble, Harrington.” you mumble as you stretch yourself out on the wooden bleacher, your head resting against Steve Harrington’s thick jean clad thigh. His fingers are rough and clumsy and you wince when he puts entirely too much pressure on the most painful area, he apologizes immediately and you bite your lip, reassuring him you’re okay in a whisper.

He gazes down at you in concern but you coax him to keep going. “Seriously, my migraines are so bad that what I do for you when you get one while we’re studying doesn’t help.. But if you wanna try, by all means..” you settle back down against his leg.

Steve flexes his hands and cracks his knuckles. And just so the teacher and the coach giving this stupid pointless class don’t get suspicious and call attention to what’s going on, Steve does his best to look like he’s paying attention and really listening. You start to relax when Steve’s fingers start to rub gentle circles against your temples. More carefully, this time. As he does it, you can feel yourself starting to get sleepy a little bit and this probably has everything to do with the way Steve starts to alternate massaging your forehead with dragging thick fingers slowly through your hair and over your scalp.

“Mr. Harrington. Ms. Henderson. If what I’m seeing is anything to go by, maybe you two should pay attention.” the elderly English teacher looks absolutely scandalized when she glances in the back row to find your head on Steve’s thigh with Steve mindlessly rubbing your temples and playing with your hair.

And down in the middle section of the bleachers, Nancy happens to glance up and back to see what the teacher was talking about. And when she catches the way Steve is looking down at you while you have your eyes closed, she smiles to herself a little.

Maybe this time is different. Maybe he really will be okay. Maybe her original statement earlier in the week after hearing the rumor that you and Steve were hanging out a lot more lately, maybe it was wrong.. Maybe just because she didn’t see it working, maybe that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work.

Barb nudges her and laughs softly. “See? I told you there wasn’t any sense to stay together when you both wanted different things.” and Nancy nods. “I know, just… it was so hard to do it and I know I hurt him.”

“It’ll be okay.” Barb insists. “Just trust me.”

She faces the front again, both you and Steve completely unaware.

The teacher clears her throat impatiently. Your quiet snores have Steve snickering to himself. “Okay, alright. We’re listenin.”

When the teacher is satisfied that she’s scolded him -and he’s charmed her with that megawatt grin he’s known for to make her move on to other students, Steve leans down and mutters quietly, “You kinda fell asleep on me.”

You sit up and stretch, yawning.

Steve snickers quietly. “Have a good nap?”

“Bite me, Harrington. It’s that stupid essay the ball breaker wants us to have a rough draft of just two days after she assigned it.” you grumble, leaning against him just a little before you can stop yourself. The pain has eased up just a little and you giggle about that. “Huh.. the massage thing never works on my migraines.”

The bell to end the whole awkward attempt at a lecture on sexual safety finally rang and you stood up, yawning. 

“That was the single most awkward and unnecessary thing they’ve ever done.” you muse as the two of you are walking out of the gymnasium. Steve chuckles and nods in agreement. “Kinda worth it to watch the coach literally cringe every time he had to use the clinical name for basic human anatomy though.” he admits, laughing. You nod. “And that old hag, ugh… Just because you were giving me a temple massage, what the hell? I mean, yeah, my head was on your thigh but it’s not like…” you go quiet and you laugh at yourself, cheeks burning hot. Steve can tell you’re flustered and somehow, knowing what you were about to say doesn’t really help the situation he’s managed to create for himself by offering the massage in the first place. He’s just glad you didn’t feel it somehow.

“Yeah.” he laughs. “Exactly that.”

When you blurt out what you do next, you honestly want to crawl in a hole and die. And you instantly get the feeling that if he thought he was getting laid, he’ll be done now. Totally distant. Because he’ll move on to someone with any sort of actual experience.

“I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t know what to do with it if it smacked me right in the face. Kind of still a virgin.” you shrug it off. “Not like it’s a big deal or anything.” you insist as soon as you realize what you’ve just said and you regain the common sense enough to be properly flustered by it. Steve nearly chokes on air and takes a deep breath. Chuckling quietly. “You are, huh?”

“Mhm.” you’ve stopped at your locker and you’re switching out your books. Steve leans on the locker beside yours and all he can do is replay what you’ve just said over in his head a thousand times. And stare at you while you’re coating your lips with chapstick or something that smells like bananas.

You lock eyes in the reflection of your mirror and just to ease any tension your stupid little confession just a second ago might have created, you stick out your tongue at him and he does it back. “It’s not a bad thing, ya know…If you were like.. Ashamed when you admitted it.” Steve doesn’t want you to feel bad about it, he wants to reassure you that it’s okay. You turn around to face him just as he’s stepped closer and this puts you body to body. At which point, you place your hand against his chest and give a cheeky grin. “Oh, I’m well aware of that. And I’m not ashamed. I just.. Ya know… Never really slow down enough to consider… Doing that?” you twist hair around your finger as you gaze up at him thoughtfully. “Too busy nearly getting myself in over my head, let’s be honest.”

“I mean, you have almost died on me three times in a month.” Steve sticks out his tongue at you as he says it.

“I have not! I have not almost died!” you pout a little, laughing. 

“Woman, having you in any kind of crowd or out in traffic or a parking lot makes my anxiety level shoot through the roof.” Steve’s teasing, he’s laughing at you, but it’s done in care.

 When you realize you’ve stepped so close to him that there is no space left between you both, you gulp. And your brain goes into immediate shutdown mode, all over again because the contrast of muscle against your softness is enough to send you into overload.

And you want to kick yourself for it.

But you manage to somehow outdo yourself for the overwhelming urge to touch the guy even though you know you shouldn’t and before you know it, you have a hand on his bicep as you lick your lips and look up at him. “Yeah, this lipgloss shit is tasty. I remember why I stopped wearing it now.” you mumble, mostly to break up the tension. Steve clears his throat and tries to make his brain focus. “It is, huh?”

“Mhm. Tastes like bananas.” you mutter, trying not to watch as he licks his lips but failing miserably. And you hear your own words to Valerie way back at the beginning of the month coming back to you. 

Breathe. He’s literally just a normal guy.

“We’re still on for later, right?” Steve asks. You nod. “Yeah. You better have food in your house this time, Harrington. How the hell you sustain life on Spaghettio is totally astounding. Better yet, be ready when I come over, alright?”

Steve chuckles. “Bossy today, huh?”

“Please?” you give him this cute little pleading look and he nods. Clears his throat because apparently this little pleading look you’ve just pulled out of your hat to use on him is yet another thing about you that’s going to make his brain go brr.

And he’s telling himself not to, but he can’t help falling a little more.

“Where are we going, hm?” he asks quietly.

“I’m taking you to an actual grocery store, alright? With real food.”

He chuckles. “Oh you are, huh?” “Yes. Yes, I am. Because all that processed shit can’t be good for you, sir.” you do it again, reach up to fluff his hair before walking away down the hall to your class.

Steve leans heavily against the locker and lets his head fall back against it. “Fuck.” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

“Flustered you again, huh?” Tommy’s laughing beside him. Wordlessly, he reaches out and gives Tommy Hagan the slightest friendly shove. “Shut up.”

“It’s true, though.. Right?”

“Maybe a little. If she had one tenth of a clue, man.”

“But maybe her not havin a clue is a good thing. If she was aware, man.. She’s an antagonist. She’d probably use it to drive you crazy, buddy.” Tommy shrugs.

“Ha fuck you ha.” Steve scowls at Tommy.

“I’m not rushing into anything. Besides… I still think you and Hargrove are fucking stupid and totally wrong. She’s not into me.”

“Why? Just because she’s not throwing her panties in your face like other girls always did?”

“Well, that’s one reason. Look, this is all throwing me for a loop. And there’s the shit with Nance, still getting my head together.”

“Yeah, yeah.. In other words, you’re being a little bitch.”

“Am not.”

“You are, man. You really are.” Tommy shrugs, ducking the lazy punch Steve sends to his bicep.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington x henderson!fem reader #steve harrington x fem reader imagine #steve harrington x henderson!fem reader imagine

[stranger-nightmare]

Casually flirting with Eddie and using one liners on him when he least expects it will have him flustered and choking on his own spit, especially around other ppl

Like you just walk up to him and go "is this seat taken?" "That's my lap" "I know what I said 😇" and he's fucking gone his brain has left the building Eddie.exe has stopped working

But then, sometimes as revenge he'll pull the same shit on you. He'll just: "did it hurt?" "Did what hurt?" "Falling for me" and he'll just smirk bc everyone is watching and you're now flustered the way you make him flustered

It turns into a flirt war

- 💀🦄

okay okay so I’m actually seeing this the other way round, as in Eddie is unbelievably whipped for you and he does not care who knows it, he’s always passing cheesy comments and pick up lines your way and you could almost squirm with embarrassment each time but of course you love it really

but then one day you just decide to turn the tables him and hit with a cheesy, but also low-key raunchy pick up line (like idk something like ‘do you come with a saddle bc I’d sure like to ride you’) and literally exactly like you said Eddie’s brain just shuts down and it’s like *windows closing down sound* error 404:Eddie’s functioning brain not found

and the lil blush he gets on his cheeks and you just wink at him and carry on like you hadn’t just casually dropped the idea of riding him like a fucking pony in front of everybody lmao

- hope

#the answer to your nightmare #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x you #💀🦄 anon

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

Hi! First and foremost I wanted to say that I really really enjoy your writing! 💗 You’re really talented and wanted to pick your brain about writing.

What advice would you give to someone who wants to write a fic for the first time? I have some ideas as to story events but I’m not sure where to start or what romantic trope to use. Is there a process to writing fanfic that you recommend?

hello hello friend !!

thank u for saying that oh my god 🥹 i’d love to help in any way that i can ! the more fics we have in this word the fucking better if u ask me

SO starting a fic is always the hardest, at least for me, bc most of the time i just get a random idea of scene that pops into my head (always at the most in opportune times might i add) ,, i usually open a google doc/word doc/ whatever u like to write on and just brain dump

brain dumping helps me #1 get that idea down so i don’t forget it and #2 provide me something to work up too,, i would definitely recommend doing something like that ,, then once i have my idea down i just think about how i want to get to that moment in the story organically like were the two MC’s friends as children and drifted a part and this is their reunion story or they met at a bar while w their shitty partners and they met up for drinks a few weeks later or (like in mine) they had never met and found each other through friends ,, i would do what ur comfortable with ! definitely dont be afraid to pull from ur own life !! whether u realize it or not that’s often the best material bc u know it through and through and no one know u like u know u ! and as for tropes start out w ones u are familiar w and like bc if u like them chances are a bunch of us like them as well !!

after u have that baseline u are free (which can be scary i totally understand) but it’s beautiful bc ur breathing life into something that wasn’t there before (: i also like to plan out my chapters section by section using bullet points bc it allows me to see the layout of the whole thing even before i have written it ,, it also helps motivate me bc basically half my work is done i just have to string the ideas together !!

good luck in anything and everything u write <3 and always remember that u are on ur own time bc u can’t rush art

#thank you thank you thank you #i love asks

[vaguelyprophetic]

HELLO!! i saw your posts about wanting stewyroman asks and needing motivation to write about them, so i’m back with my third round of questions (bc i really need you to write another stewyroman fic pls pls) <3

how do you think the nickname “ro-ro” came about?

i’d love to hear what you think their relationship/dynamic was like when they were younger! especially during their college years

i’m still thinking about jealous stewy, but stewy and tabitha would definitely be besties and bond over their shared fondness of roman rigHT??

i probably have more things i can pick your brains on, but i’ll save them for another time >:)

PLEASE send more any time you want I absolutely love it

I think that stewy has called roman "ro-ro" since they were teenagers. in the show, caroline is the only person who ever refers to him as ro-ro—I can absolutely see a scenario where stewy was on vacation with them or something and caroline called 12-year-old roman ro-ro and stewy just latched onto that and would not let it go. lots of "how you doing, ro-ro?" and ruffling roman's hair, and roman blushing like crazy and shoving stewy's arm away. it's teasing, but it also reveals that stewy is just a liiiiiiittle bit fond of roman <3 stewy still mostly uses it sarcastically; most of the time he calls roman "rome" or "ro"

young stewyroman drives me up the walllllll and I absolutely love it. roman has absolutely always had a crush on him, but he got better and better at hiding it, even though stewy only got hotter as he got older. like stewy and kendall come home for break and stewy suddenly has facial hair and roman has no idea what to do with himself. I feel like they probably didn't see each other much while roman was in college, but each time they did, stewy was a bit surprised by the fact that roman was getting... hot? but he tried to ignore that, because that's kendall's brother and kendall would murder him in his sleep if he knew what stewy was thinking. but stewy and roman still keep up that teasing dynamic where they banter back and forth so easily, and stewy knows exactly how to push roman's buttons and has a lot of fun with it. and when roman graduates from college stewy ruffles his hair and says "welcome to the real world, ro-ro" and roman just about dies on the spot.

STEWY AND TABITHA ABSOLUTELY WOULD BE BESTIES. tabitha loves roman so much. I think she'd be very happy to see him get into a relationship that actually works for him, and she sticks around because she really does like him a lot :( and I truly think that she and stewy would get along swimmingly—they're both independently wealthy (according to the scripts, tabitha has some $$$) and are part of the world the roys inhabit, but they're not the roys, so they can both sit on the sidelines and laugh how this family is complete bullshit. and of course they both love roman and they both love teasing him. they have wine nights and gossip and talk shit about roman, which roman hates but also kind of loves (mostly loves, but he'll never admit that).

#I need to write a fic!!!! #so badly #I miss them #stewyroman #ask #anonymous

[partyinthemysterymachine]

Ooh, deleted scene?

D E L E T E D - S C E N E

ok SO!! this is a Deleted Scene™️ (1/????) from the Library Arc©️ fiasco that it was (fond), specifically Ch64: Bible.

it's VERY silly, LOL, but the idea was in my brain and i had to do what i always do: Just Fuckin Write It Out, Cuz U Never Know If It's Worth It™️ (but also, i consider all my scenes - whether the make The Cut (haha, funny bc it literally got cut) or not - to be an exercise in character development; we're just here to have fun, gang!!)

so....... without further aduuuuuuu:

✨the deleted scene✨

(spoiler alert?? .. idk...???? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ spoilers-ish. maybe. FEH idk)

(CONTEXT: this occurred just after James came back up from the basement and Harry's telling him about the botched bible. Unfortunately i don't seem to have whatever'd led up to this, but one can only assume that James had the Universe Brained idea to suggest that Harry go look for another bible in the library.)

“By god, we are just on the same wavelength today!” Harry exclaimed, loaded with enough petty sarcasm to burst a bat. He pushed the chair back a bit at an angle to give himself room, threw one knee over the other, and landed the topmost a good  smack. “And yanno what?” Then, with the flair and wobble of a wet noodle, dropped his side into the short backing of the chair, and slung his bent elbow over its ledge, beaming at James’s unamused face. “I thought the same thing! — and even went to check!”

James stared deadpan into Harry’s fake, stretched-out smile. Facing each other with contrasting expressions like that, they looked like the famous pair of stage drama masks. He knew where this was going the moment Harry started up with his dramatic nonsense, and now that it seemed like Harry was waiting for him to take his turn, he still hadn’t decided how much freedom to be an asshole he wanted Harry to have.

His nose released a short bout of wind. “Oh dear. Oh no.” James uttered, all in a monotone that made plywood seem interesting. “Did something happen.”

“James, you are not going to believe this,” Harry began in a way so sugarcoated that James thought that if anything, the guy should consider hosting daytime TV as a backup in case his writing career ever failed, “but something. Did.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What was it.”

“Hold onto your ass, and onto your seat for this one— because they don’t. Have. One.”

James had never struggled so hard not to break character. He was so fucking close to cracking up that he was considering leaving right then and there; and yet, he bravely persisted. “Oh, no: they don’t have an ass, or a seat?”

But Harry was still talking, though. “But who [REDACTED] are of course both news to me, and totally unknown to me. It seems like you were right about your theory though, which is damn spooky, if ya ask me.”

“.. yeah,” James quietly replied. “I’m a little spooked too.”

“You sure Silent Hill didn’t give you a hint for this?”

“Not at all. — I mean, it didn’t give me a hint, or say anything about it. Honest.”

“I believe you; I’m just steppin’ on your tail for fun.”

“It’s okay.” pause “.. so what’s it mean?”

“That’s a question I’d love to answer,” he sighed, “but I got nothing. Ran into a bigger problem during all this. Look.”

“Trouble in River City - this copy of the Order bible is borked. Seemingly random too,” he elucidated, picking at dog eared pages to show James more examples, “but this seems too fucking messy, really, for it to be accidental.”

“No kidding. These were going to be shipped out to Utah in a box.”

“Jesus, you remember that?”

“What?”

“The destination. Utah.”

“Yeah, cuz I thought it was weird. It’s all Mormons over there. 

“You’re sharper than a hornet on a stick; I felt the same way. But yeah; this seems fucked. The good news is that we left the box back at the police station, and we ought to head over to the Central side of Silent Hill at some point, anyway.”

“Hmm. Yeah. Good call.”

“Thanks, I made it myself.” sighs. “I think, other than that? That’s it for me; I’m beat, James.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you make any progress with the moths?”

A shrug. “I made notes. I’ll go over them with you later.”

He looked thankful. “Sounds good.”

#ches writes #goomt #hope u enjoy(ed)!!! :3c #i have a LOT of shit that i've cut and some will get recycled into later scenes and plot points so Unfortunately i can't post much #but i hope this dumb little snippet gave ppl a tickle :3c #OH SHIT NINJA EDIT

[edenatday]

So as someone who wants to start with art but also likely has aphantasia do you have any tips for how I could go about drawing something I can't get a reference for?

For example: I wanna draw one of my characters but I cannot for the life of me get anything visual about them onto the screen so I have no reference to go off of, and with no reference I cannot figure out how it properly looks. Might you have any solution for this or atleast know of anywhere I could go to find some?

Oh gosh I appreciate the ask! I wish I had some expert advice but I’ve literally only just figured out I have aphantasia about two days ago lol! So this is poured out of my brain from being an artist for 30 years and my own common sense - you can decide whether it can be trusted haha and sorry it’s not a quick fix either.

The approach that comes to mind is to start building a library of your own so you can start self referencing. But that means initially letting go of that specific idea you have that you can’t find a reference for.

My suggestions are…

Find any pose with a similar body build to your character and use them to sketch your oc so you can practice drawing them in different ways. Then find poses you like regardless of the shape and try “mapping” your oc to that pose. (Such as picking a slim figure and using it as a frame to draw your muscly oc) you’ll be able to fit your oc to any reference, so it’s less vital to find such a specific reference. Don’t be too attached to the concept you’re after you have so you can explore. Looking for one specific reference can be a block, and also not much fun.

In terms of other references to enhance a character, I’d probably start a Pinterest board with outfits and accessories and do lots of little quick studies of them to slowly add more complexity & details. I’ve definitely made the mistake of trying to do all the things all at once and over complicating a lot without doing this kind of work! Start simple and build. I think this is key. Think of it like a puzzle, we have to build all the pieces individually outside our brain bc we can’t put it together on the inside. And like in a game we don’t get all the best weapons and armour at the start, you can upgrade over time.

Having to externalise the visual building blocks others are able to do in their heads, means we have our work cut out for us. But I think there are ways to make it fun and interesting. If they’re a knight, what do they look like commuting to work on a bus reading the newspaper? If they’re a old granny, what do they look like performing the high jump? This will give you an exciting visual library all of your own, you can then start to reference your own work!

Aim to have a toolbox of poses, activities, outfits, scenes etc. Those can be Frankenstein-ed with new external references to develop your work. So it becomes less vital to find that one reference, and more about learning how to build the blocks of your oc through exploration and familiarity.

I haven’t got around to it yet, but I’ve got a list of aphansasia artists to study. Glen Keane is the illustrator for The Little Mermaid. If he can create such an iconic character, so can we! I want to learn from his other aphantasia artists, so I suggest doing the same.

Most of my art is drawn from life or I make my own references specifically to paint from photos, I do a lot of portraits for example. So for me it explains why I’ve longed to do character design or fan art and just been so pants at it and it felt so hard I got 0 reward and gave up. I always return to realism, it doesn’t rely on my inability to internally visualise. Now I know about aphansasia, I can change my approach entirely maybe I’ll attempt some fan art again :)

I’m literally pulling this out of my head off the cuff. So I’d love to know if any other aphansasia artists have similar or better methods they can add to this, this because I am learning anew too.

Any feedback welcome, let’s work this out together :)

#artist on tumblr #aphansasia #aphantasia artist #answered asks #asks open

[kelsiejayy]

i would love a stranger things ship/match up please 😄 im a biromantic asexual (sex-repulsed so my partner would have to be ok with that) woman! im 5’5”, short brown hair, i wear glasses, i have facial piercings (a nose ring, septum ring, and snake bite lip rings 😎) and shshshs im pretty chubby and self conscious about it so ye I’m low key like “would they still like me if I looked like no one who’s currently on the show 🤡” but it’s not a big deal to address if it makes u uncomfy

Personality wise I try to crack jokes and be sarcastic 24/7 because I have no idea how to hold a normal conversation otherwise. People say I’m nice but it kind of feels weird to be called that?? Like I try to be nice bc I have pretty intense anxiety but I fly off the handle as soon as little things deviate from how I plan a particular moment to go and tbh I can be so vindictive in the safety of my mind but I digress. When it comes to ~romantic feelings~, my plan is to pretend I don’t have a heart and push people away even if they make me feel good bc I have ✨vulnerability issues✨ so they would need to be able to put up with my bs and how much I swear up and down they won’t want to stick around. Maybe who can just pick me up like a sack of potatoes (physically or metaphorically depending lol) and refuse to put me down until I chill which would probably work 😂 they also need to have a sense of humor bc if I told a joke and they didn’t laugh I think I’d die lmaooo

As for hobbies, I love to write fiction and I’m majoring in creative writing at college rn, I used to love to sing but my neuroses kind of ruined that (prob a good thing bc I was a huuuuuuge diva), I collect comic books and action figures, I love video games, mystery novels, uhhhh. Yeah. I hate candy, cooking, and driving (never had a license never will babeyyy). I’m brain dead so that’s all I got but hopefully that’s enough 🙏 thank u so much

hi thank you for your request!

STRANGER THINGS: eddie!

ok so before i begin i wanna say eddie does not care abt looks...although he cares about your piercings and will never shut up about how hot you look with them you will have to deal with that 24/7...besides that eddie will continuously reassure you he likes you for you and it is not a facade. he definitely understands having issues about being vulnerable and will always persist on talking through thoughts with you and just being around. i feel like to enforce how much he is infatuated with you he will just go over to your house and sit in your room or wherever you are until you have to forcibly kick him out because he has been there for way too fucking long and he would need to change his clothes and shower. this man would be whipped i am telling you. i don't think eddie really knows how to be fully romantic but he tries his best bringing you books he thinks you would like or movies that you might enjoy. he would force a karaoke night though. he would love to hear you sing but he arguably loves how much you would laugh when he tries to imitate whoever the artist is that's playing. overall eddie will try his best to understand how to help you and even if he can't fully do it he always wants you to know he is there and ready to talk whenever you want or need.

i hope you enjoyed it! if you have any feedback please feel free to give it i love to hear what y'all think!

if you would like to request a ship head over to my blog they are open as of 6/23

#ships #stranger things request #stranger things fic #stranger things ship #stranger things imagines #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson ship #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[musicallisto]

babe i opened read more on your post expecting like a typical list with idk basketball and stuff but oh my god you’re so cool you put everyone to shame myself included

LIKE i scrolled through it and all i could think of was like holy shit okay that’s a cool sport okay i don’t know that one oh wait omg you’ve done this one damn okay slay

ISTG YOU’RE A REAL LIFE GIRLBOSS PROTAGONIST??? femme fatale typa beat or the muscle character that’s also the brains you’re literally the entire package

honestly if you don’t hate me rn you definitely would if we were put into any athletic team LMAOOO cos when i was in 4th grade there was this sports fest shit in our school so we all had to pick at least one sport to participate in

… i went with volleyball and while we were training i didn’t know we were supposed to use our forearms so when the ball got passed to me i used my fucking thumbs 😭

unsafe to say that my thumbs swelled up so badly for like a week haha stupid bitch core i believe !!! even tried volleyball training and i had a crush on this guy who was one year older than me and his dad was the coach and he was super nice to me it was stupid bro was like “you never know maybe i’ll see u on tv playing volleyball”

LIKE BRO I’M ON LIFE SUPPORT WHENEVER I DO ANYTHING ATHLETIC WYM BUT THANKS dude tried to hmu through an old friend of mine who he’s friends with but anw i got tea about that friend of mine she never rlly went to class but always posts pics of her and her bf together IDNXJEIW was harder cos we were groupmates about this research we had and she never contributed anw i asked another friend if the guy was nice but nope he isn’t so i got a bit mean…,,,,’cnc ..,

ANYWAY ANYWAY TELL ME MORE ABOUT UR BALLET ERA PLEASE although yea i’d feel the same abt the entire thing too :(( but you having the name clara while also knowing ballet is so !!! butterflies omfg cos of the nutcracker and everything srsly i feel like giving you a nutcracker for christmas would be so cute has anyone ever done that yet???? because they should

my god i’m sorry for this long message that turned into me spilling some tea i get distracted and i also got excited YOU GET IT JOWLQLAjsisoIWOA why am i not allowed to put readmore on a post this is absurd

ajzcbjsqbu Ves i love getting your asks so much they're always such a wILD RIDE I love it <333 with the right dose of gossip too <3

but lmfaoo I'm not as cool as you make me out to be I promise! I'm mostly utter garbage at all these sports anyway so this is really me showing the extent of my incompetence, we would be the athletically inept queens every class deserves <3 just girlies getting injured at volleyball you love to see it <33

and!! I love that crush story omg are you kidding? you always have the best tea to spill about your classmates ajscbsjqb oh to be at your school and know everybody's business... i would be unstoppable bc I'm never involved in any drama but I know everyone's and that makes me redoubtable. and i'd be playing matchmaker with you and all your crushes of course lmao

I'm sorry to disappoint though but I really don't remember anything about my ballet era, rip. I vividly remember the dance studio and the bar where we stretched, I remember training to dance on pointe (my favorite thing!! i felt like so graceful!!) & returning home to show my mom the steps I'd learned, I also remember none of the girls talking to me and the teacher trying to cheer me up but I was entirely socially inept and could not make any friends to save my life, rip. it's making me regret ever quitting, imagine the power I would have rn if I'd been a ballet dancer named Clara....... which btw I had never made the connection with the Nutcracker, and neither has anyone in my family! bc no one offered me a nutcracker for Christmas and you are so right bestie that's an amazing idea!! 💜

#ves 🍵

[moon3thereal]

Keep Us Warm

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Pyrokinetic!Reader 

Genre: Fluff bc its my trademark atp

Warnings: mentions of violence

Summary: You, Nat and Wanda cuddle and you keep them warm! 

A/n: There’s just so many full stops in this fic and I don’t like that-

800 words

GIF credits goes to whoever made it!

Wanda and Natasha liked you.

How you knew? there was not only one but several very obvious indicators. you never thought anything of it when Natasha would be more friendly to you than the others, perhaps you were just very likeable, but Nat never voluntarily trains with someone else, and Nat certainly doesn't drool over the way someone's muscles flex when they're weightlifting. However, she was caught red handed by you doing just that, and several times too.

Wanda wasn't as transparent as Natasha, she was even more transparent. Wanda loves cooking and she'd always cook but rarely for the team as a whole, she only cooked for the few specific persons who could be considered her close friends, you never expected to find yourself in that secluded circle but she cooked dinner for you almost every night and her ears flushed whenever you'd compliment her culinary skills and a wide smile would adorn her face for the rest of the day.

You, as an unbelievably oblivious individual, had only realized it after they'd purposely made it obvious because the two women were tired of trying to hint it to you. Natasha has almost always talked Maria into grouping the three of you together on missions, giving her some empty reasoning of how you three worked best together. It was more like they point to the mark and you make sure whoever it is gets what they deserve, which usually was spilling whatever information was needed or being fried from the inside out. 

The women you worked with were extremely capable and you absolutely admired them for that, to be very honest, you were harboring a secret crush on them too but never expected it to be reciprocated. you haven't even admitted that fact to yourself. You had a habit of observing people, it was a carefully cultivated skill that had begun ever since you were a child and you caught the hints they had thrown your way with ease but refused to recognize them for what they are. everyone else around you could detect it except you at that time, now that you knew, you still pretended to be unaware because god forbid if they were fragments of your imagination and you make an embarrassment of yourself.

So when the Quinjet you were piloting crashed into a freezing river with your two secret admirers on the aircraft and all three of you had to wade through ice cold water to the shore, you were horrified as the only reason why this predicament occurred was because you were busy daydreaming about how nice Wanda's hands looked with her magic red wisps curling around her slim fingers to notice that you were plummeting straight into a vessel of water.

Little did you know, it was a blessing in disguise, it gave you and opportunity to be the savior, you lit a fire while Nat made a phone call and arranged a pick up in a few hours. when she came back she was shivering and Wanda's teeth were chattering and she was warming her hands by the fire. out of a sudden bout of confidence you suggested that they stay close to you and you could provide heat, that idea was readily welcomed by both women. "why didn't you think of this earlier y/n, i feel like my brain is going to shrivel up" Natasha attempted to sound offended, but the way she was practically glued to your side betrayed her

Wanda peeked her head out and smirked "well if you don't like it, I'd be more than happy to have y/n to myself and you can go and freeze some more". Nat gasped in faux indignation and you watched them banter easily with a fond smile, god you loved them. silence. out of a sudden. You stared at them blankly "what is it?" you frowned. The sides of Natasha's lips curved upwards "did you just say what I think you said?" Wanda pushed away from you to look you in the eyes mischievously "oh I think they did Nat" a flush spread all the way from your cheeks to your ears, you didn't say it out loud did you?

you shut your eyes and groaned, you've done it now, you may as well melt into the ground and disappear, you willed it to happen but when you opened your eyes, the two gorgeous redheads were still in the peripheral of your vision. "i did not mean it" you tried to amend the three words you swore you'd never say that you blurted out. "oh, pity, we were going to say we love you too weren't we Wands?" Natasha teased. Your eyes widened, did they really? "yes, unfortunately we really like you and your awful face" Wanda jested "you're lucky I like your awful faces too" you laughed

It was still a standing joke to this day that you only acquiesced to admitting your crush at such an untimely occasion.

Taglist: @marvelwomenslut @phoenixofash @michelle-dsn @midgardianweasley @jokertgkk @yeeterthekeeper @zolvaska​  @unexpected-character

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasharomanoff #Natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff fanfic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x natasha x reader #wandanat fluff #wandanat x reader #wandanat

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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