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wriothesleybear · 1 month
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Gallagher is an old fashioned romantic. Meaning he is a gentlemen who will bring you your favorite flowers, kiss you on the back of your hand every time he greets you, hold the door open for you, serenade you with his saxophone, use his vest to put over a puddle so you can walk over it. (Okay, maybe not the last one but you get what I mean.) Although he looks unkempt and doesn't seem like he cares much by looking at his disheveled attire, he actually cares a lot about his s/o. He will make the time for you even if he's tired from work. Spending time with you is his favorite part of the day and it's what he looks forward to, which helps gets him through his stressful jobs. He really likes chill dates where you two just talk, bask in each others presence, and do simple mundane things. If you wanted to go out and do something exciting, he wouldn't mind, but he really enjoys your chill dates the most.
Man will swoon you. The type of man to cover the floor with a trail of rose petals that lead to the bed which is also covered in rose petals. Then he would proceed to make love to you on said rose petal covered bed. And it would be the slow, passionate sex where you're both not in a rush to get off and take your time exploring and admiring each other's body. He's really good at appreciating his woman, both in general and in bed. Just imagine being married to this man. Having this man as your boyfriend is basically like having him as your husband. This man will do anything for you. He'd be like a house husband. Cooking, running errands, cleaning the house, getting on his knees for you (I may be delulu but hear me out).
A part of me feels like he isn't the type to sleep around, you know like having flings. Dating around takes a lot of time and energy which he doesn't care for so when he finds someone he really likes, he's in it for the long haul like you're stuck with him. His thoughts on marriage are pretty simple. He could see marriage with you in the future, but he believes you don't need a piece of paper or wedding to make your love for each other official. If you want to get married, he's down. If you don't want to get married, he's down as well. He literally could go either way, he's chill like that.
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unluckiestmember · 11 months
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Hi can I request Spider-Man Noir x fem reader where the reader is a spider man from another universe and headcannons about how their relationship would work?
Like for example, do they visit eachother in each others universes?
Anyway please and thank you :>
-Amy :3
Coming right up!
Spider-Man Noir X Spider-Woman! Reader
Characters: Spider-Man Noir
Tags: Gentleman Energy, Fluff, Proud Boyfriend, Long Distance Relationship, Established Relationship and Cute Couple Energy so strong it's disgusting-
Warning: None. SFW.
A/N: Hey, Amy! I hope you're having a great day today! I hope you also enjoy these headcanons I made for Spider-Man Noir! Have a good day, love! <3
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Okay, this is no surprise, but this guy is a gentleman.
As soon as you shoot an arrow into his heart, he’s trying to swoop you off your feet.
You being Spider-Woman was a plus!
At first he was a bit skeptical with you being from another universe.
As much as he cared for you, he wasn’t like the “youngsters” who were so cool with LDRs, let alone dating those who were a million miles away.
But he talked to you about it and you both worked for your relationship to work.
Expect this man to beat the crap out of criminals with you and call it a date.
Sometimes he doesn’t even expect you to fight with him. He’ll just start showing off to you.
“This one’s for you!” You’re going to hear that a lot on the battlefield.
When you aren’t fighting crime, he’ll show you the sights in his universe.
Maybe he’ll take you to town and dance the night away or find a flick to check out.
Or he could sit at home with you and practically do nothing. Whatever makes you happy.
Some days he’ll pop by unannounced to your place just to say hi or show off a new object he found in the Spider-Verse.
He doesn’t monologue when he’s around you, he pours his heart out.
Other Spider-Men find this to be annoying, but you love every second of it.
Is the type of guy to take off his coat to put on the floor if there’s a puddle for you to walk upon.
I’m pretty sure he’s even used his body if his coat wasn’t available.
When he’s not throwing his coat everywhere for you, he will put it on you if you get chilly.
Will do the same with his hat if need be.
Noir shows you off to every Spider-Man he meets proudly.
Will also brag about the countless skills and abilities you have at your disposal.
You aren’t a trophy wife to this man, you are his second half.
Spider-Verse Requests are open!
Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3
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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months
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Hiiii
Can you make another Alastor x Rarity reader like I love it sm and I need more 😭😭❤️
If you do thank youuuu
I definitely can! My dear @sillyalastor, here will be yours and @nenerobobot’s post for Rarity-reader and Al! I hope you both like our kinda short follow up to the Radio Demon and his Drama Queen!
Alastor- Diamond Trio
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Alastor knows how much of a detail-orientated and fussy woman you are, and he knows fashion colours, stitching processes, habits, facts and more on the top of his head. He knows what is considered eggshell white and what is considered ivory white. That’s how much time he spends with you
Alastor has been teaching you some new recipes, ones that get a bit messy. Whilst, you’re very worried about getting food on you and is wearing about five layers of protection each time you cook with him. He finds it cute and cheers you on for you being so precise and careful with the measurements. You’ll stand there for five minutes making sure the water percentage is just perfect and he thrives off that
Alastor is not a fan of you being friends with any of the Overlords except Rosie, so when he finds out, you befriended a fellow fashionista Velvette. He is supportive of your wishes but he is glaring down Velvette and threatening her behind your back to not hurt you or he’ll hurt her. Needless to say… Al’s protective and he doesn’t tolerate any of your friends trying to ruin your spirits or your work
So that means, if anybody rejects your outfit choice and creation you made for them, even politely. Alastor will hunt them down. You’re generous and you should be praised for that generosity. Alastor takes everything you give him, if he doesn’t like it, he’ll merely ask for some additions. He won’t ever demand a new outfit or item
Now. How did you and Alastor meet, you ask? You met him at a grand gala. It mainly consisted of Overlords but some Sinners can be invited and you were one of those rare sinners brought over to this incredible party
Alastor had been quite intrigued by you, the moment he saw you. A gorgeous, classy, sophisticated sinner dressed in the most pretty, regal maroon pink dress he has ever seen. You had attended this ‘best night ever’ party in hopes to find your prince, the man of your dreams and when you ran into a prissy but handsome Overlord that screamed prince-like grace, you immediately latched onto him. Unaware that you’re actual prince is the one Overlord all the guests avoided like the plague
Alastor couldn’t bring himself to just ignore the only shining jewel within this boring, prim and proper high-class party. He was so uninterested that he only got entertainment, out of talking to his dear friend, Rosie. So after some quick consideration, he begun to secretly follow you and your… date around the large palace hosting this gala. He was curious on what you’d do and the disgust he felt over this Overlord acting so uncharming and so harsh to a sweet lady such as yourself. He doesn’t tolerate women of radiance being disrespected
Alastor is so glad that you finally put your foot down after all the treatment: that ‘Prince’ of a Overlord making you pay for treats, making you give up the cushion seat, taking your rose for himself, making you throw your gorgeous silky-fabric shawl over a puddle so neither of you would slip. No gentleman should treat his lady this way and his blood is boiling in pure disgust at his fellow Overlord. The final straw is when that Overlord used you as a shield to block off the pretty strawberry icing cheesecake that came flying at the pair of you
Alastor watched from the sidelines with much pride and respect, over you talking that Overlord down and proclaiming he is a royal pain but of course, that ‘prince’ only cared about his looks and was scared of you drenched in the cake. Shaking off some of the cake on your dress, hair and face to get it onto the Overlord, out of raw rage. You ended up stomping out of the main big dance ballroom, furious and on the verge of crying. Leaving that ‘date’ of yours behind
Alastor couldn’t stop himself from following you. He was curious how a pretty mid-atlantic accented lady would handle being humiliated and having lashed out against her ‘date’ in front of almost ALL of the guests in the Gala. Your pretty sparkly almost diamond-like eyes poured tears, smudging your nice mascara and light blue eyeshadow as you stomped into the pretty empty gardens and cried out your rage
Oh. Alastor didn’t like seeing somebody so innocent and done no wrong mistreated like this. Even if it was amusing, he doesn’t like it
So, he finally approaches you after a few seconds of watching you vent out your feelings through sobs. His strong sharp crimson red eyes going from your forehead golden crown to the glass plumps to the still damp shawl tied around your shoulders in a classy princess style. You’re the most beautiful guest at this sorry excuse of a Gala. Alastor folds one arm behind his back, his own gala-style black, white and red coloured suit making his red and black colouration pop as he presents you with a rose
“I believe this is yours, my dear” Your glassy eyes turned over to look at him, the almost folded, multi-layers of your dress hugging your curves and hiding your leg movements as it just felt like this night went from the worst to the best. Is this the actual gentleman you’ve always wanted?! Gently reaching out, you’re a bit intimidated by how strong his glare is, how visible his golden yellow fangs are through that wide open grin, with how menacing his long fingers are
Taking the still stemmed rose from Alastor, you didn’t even know his name but you wished you did… you are a bit scared he may be a fake like that awful Overlord you were chasing after just before but he seems friendly enough. Alastor lifts up your hands with his single one, precisely placing the rose into your prettily curled and tied up hair, just above your bangs before speaking once more. His entire presence leaking charm, grace and poise
“Shall we dance?”
You were a bit shy, still drenched in destroyed layered cake batter but Alastor didn’t even chuckle at how ruined your clean, neat look is now. He merely snaps his fingers and like that, all the sweet confectionery remains are gone and all the ruffled, ripped or knotted parts of your dress and hair is smoothed out to perfection, as well as your slightly wet shawl back to being completely dry and your makeup returned to more presentable. Just like how you looked when you entered this Gala and when Alastor first saw you. Taking a deep breath, your cheeks flustered and blushy
You take his hand and with a single tug, you and him are dancing together in the calm, breezy, beautiful gardens of the giant gala palace, no music, no other prissy annoying guests. Just the plants, the animals and you two
Your eyes are no long filled to the brim with tears, anger and heartbreak. You’re now developing a sense of admiration and awe at Alastor being so gentlemanly and sweet with you in seconds flat, he’s treating you the way you wanted that blueblood ass to treat you and it’s making your heart flutter. Twirling slowly in a nice slow steady waltz, the only music ringing is the sound of the nearby birds singing
That night was the best night ever
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starrystevie · 1 year
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it's 2004 when steve finds himself back in hawkins for the first time since he moved away for good. he has a master's degree under his belt, a mortgage on a house outside of st. louis with a dog and picket fence, and a rockstar that wormed his way into his heart next to him in bed every night. he's closer to 50 than he is to 20 and life feels good, life feels settled, figured out in a way he never thought he'd get to see.
"you gonna tell me why you're shakin' like a leaf?"
but sitting across from wayne munson and his sharp gaze is enough to make him feel like a teenager again.
steve takes a sip from his glass of water before setting it down on the end table next to him and watches the way wayne's finger taps against the side of his coffee cup. it's like he's keeping rhythm with something that steve can't hear, like a drum beat in his head that proves that he's the reason eddie has musical talent.
"i'm fine," he responds back to wayne, a stilted smile crossing his face. wayne's gaze deepens like he he doesn't believe him. "i'm fine!"
there's a clock ticking somewhere in the living room and the faucet in the kitchen is dripping quietly and it makes the silence that falls between them even more deafening. steve takes in a deep breath and nods absently as he rubs his palms over his denim clad knees.
"is he in trouble?" wayne asks in a gruff voice, low and to the point. steve shakes his head immediately, stutters out something that sounds like no, and wayne looks at him with his eyebrows pinched together. "are you in trouble?"
"no, it's not-" steve stands up and paces out some of his nerves, hands shoved into his pockets so that he stops waving them around. he sighs and looks back at wayne. "it's nothing bad."
"if it ain't bad, then just say it."
steve groans and runs his hands through his hair. it's harder to do this than he thought it would be, quite possibly the hardest thing he's done in years and that's including having to admit to eddie that he does indeed like the stupid beard he grew as a dare from jeff. wayne is still staring at him with a determined look, like he won't let steve get away with any of his usual charming bullshit, and looks so much like eddie that it makes something in his heart explode.
"fine! i'm asking eddie to marry me and i need your permission or something. happy old man?" he finally says, or well, shouts. it's too loud in the quiet house and he can see wayne wince from the decibel he reaches but it's out. it's off his chest and he's finally said it.
and wayne is smiling.
seeing him smile is strange, not because he doesn't look good with a smile, but because it's not often that steve gets to bear witness to it. it starts off slow, clipped at the edges before it spreads to his cheeks and crinkles his eyes. steve's breathing hard when wayne stands up and wraps his hands around the tops of his shoulders. he can feel himself shaking under wayne's grip and from this close, he can see the tears that he knows wayne is fighting against.
"it's about damn time, boy. took you two long enough to pull your heads outta your backsides."
getting hugged by wayne is almost weirder than seeing him smile. it's short, to the point, with pats on backs and chuckles that break loose from steve's too tight chest. part of him wishes eddie were here to let him be a part of the moment, but it would ruin the surprise he's so carefully planned, so he revels in the rare time between just the two of them.
"had to wait for somewhere to allow it first, wayne," steve mutters as they pull apart and he feels hope unfurl somewhere within him when he says it.
"well, alright, i guess you're off that hook then. but y'know," wayne's sitting back down in his arm chair and steve does the same, matching grins plastered on their faces. "you don't need my permission. that boy is crazy over you and if you think you ain't a part of this family already, then you're crazier than he is."
steve looks around at the pictures on the shelf behind wayne's head. sees young eddie and wayne with arms around each other, sees a makeshift graduation picture, an out of focus one of the two of them outside their house in missouri, one of all three of them around the chritmas tree in '99 when they had wayne come down to see them, and he thinks, yeah. they're already a family. at least now it'll be paper official.
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kazutora-kurokawa · 1 month
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TokRev x Alternative!Bimbo!Reader
♡ SFW, suggestive, fem reader, just men being kinda pervy fr ♡
Characters: Kazutora, Mitsuya, Sanzu
note: this was suggested by @my-13-reason-why, thank you darling 🩷
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Kazutora
🐯 You're so beautiful, this man almost cries every time he sees you (he's so real for that)
🐯 Loves when you wear short skirts, you'll always catch him staring at your ass (you don't mind tho)
🐯 Loves putting on and taking off your shoes, he thinks it's sweet and he gets to see up your skirt
Mitsuya
🪻 Literally in love with your style, takes inspiration from you when he makes designs
🪻 Helps you pick out outfits for your dates and likes to go shopping with you
🪻 Gets flustered whenever you ask for help with your clothes, he'll look the other way while zipping up your dress or skirt (he's such husband material)
Sanzu
🌸 He loves the way you dress, you actually inspire him to dress in more alt fashions
🌸 Likes when you wear fishnet stockings, the way your soft thighs poke through them drive him crazy
🌸 Buys you a bunch of accessories and loves wearing matching jewelry with you
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Taglist
@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katshimizuu @happy-trenchcoated-impala @kazubarbie @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies
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dimigo-cromwell · 1 month
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First time sharing a bed
Writing type: Prompt
Pairing: Diluc x GN!Reader
Tags: non :3
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"Please do tell me if this makes you uncomfortable..."
The Dawn Winery had been a hive of activity for weeks, bustling with fervent workers meeting the high demand for wine, spurred by the celebratory whims of some aristocratic family. Diluc, to put it mildly, was exhausted. Playing the role of Justice Bringer by night only added to his weariness.
After enduring a week of chaos and facing off against Abyss Mages in the dark of night, he found himself standing at the threshold of his bed, with you opposite him, both preparing to succumb to sleep. The cool night air brushed against his skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.
Too fatigued to care about sleeping separately, he simply craved someone to converse with tonight, and there was only one person fit for the task: you.
You two had known each other for years, each passing moment building towards this singular juncture.
You lay down first, pulling the covers up to your chest, your hands fidgeting with the fabric as your eyes met his tired gaze. Diluc took a deep breath before slipping under the covers, facing you.
"Is it okay if I..." His hand hesitated, inching closer to you. With a nod from you, his arm settled heavily on your stomach, tracing idle patterns on it, his other arm tucked beneath his pillow.
Turning to fully face him, you watched as his eyelids drooped, inching closer until his forehead rested against yours.
His warmth enveloped you, a comforting embrace that spoke of safety and trust, perhaps fuelled by the power of his vision.
"I'm relieved everything turned out well. Everyone was worried about you," you said softly.
"I know… I apologize for causing concern, but the Abyss simply refuses to give me a break. And with these incompetent knights, it's not getting any better—" He caught your unimpressed glare. "Well, some of them do work hard. I'll give them that."
The conversation flowed between you, fraught with troubles, concerns, and worries, the nervousness of sharing a bed forgotten in the intimacy of the moment. As minutes passed without words, a sudden yawn caught you off guard.
A gentle smile graced Diluc's lips, exhaustion finally catching up. "Sleep well, dear," he whispered softly before his body relaxed, his breaths slowing as he leaned into you. The rhythmic beat of his heart against his chest filled the tranquil room, illuminated by the gentle moonlight filtering through the window.
"Good night, Diluc," you murmured, letting sleep claim you, finally overtaking the remnants of excitement and nervousness. In the embrace of the night, both sleep and peace found their way to you.
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jackseverywhere · 8 months
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At some point during the filming of The Muppets Wizard of Oz:
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I love Johnny Fiama being casually flirty with everyone, one of my favorite things about him.
Look at him, a discreet bisexual gentleman 💙💜❤️
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theeladyking · 5 months
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Okay, I know the obvious solution for where Stede got all dem bottles from is that he was literally working at a bar and they would've just been lying around
But I have a gremlin brain
So imagine, if you will, Stede starting his little ritual of writing to Ed one night when he's very drunk and sad and the crew isn't sure they really trust him again yet, if they ever trusted him at all. Stede's alone in the bar and all he wants is to talk to his Edward
Stede doesn't know if he'll ever get to talk to his Edward again
So he drinks and he cries and he scrawls his thoughts down on a ye olde bar napkin and drunkenly shoves it into the empty bottle for safekeeping
Eventually Stede passes out at the table he's sat at. Someone wakes him up the next morning - maybe the Swede - and asks why he's sleeping in the bar. Stede starts to explain, but his head is pounding, so he decides to go for a walk. He grabs a random bottle to keep him company
Eventually he makes it down to the water - the Republic of Pirates is a pretty small island, after all. Stede goes to take a swig from the bottle he's brought, but finds it dry. He sees the letter and feels some stirrings of embarrassment - he's supposed to be Captain Not-Bonnet, a fearsome (temporarily grounded) pirate. How can his crew depend on him if he's getting sloppy drunk and writing cringe love notes after work?
Just as Stede is about to throw the bottle containing his love letter into the sea, he has the wild thought that once it's out there, Ed might find it. It can't possibly be worth it just to save face with Stede's crew, Ed deserves better than his drunken ramblings
Or maybe what Ed deserves is for Stede to be brave, just this once. Besides, the ocean's a big place. Surely Ed won't find this letter. And if he does? Maybe that's okay. If any piece of Stede's heart can reach across the Caribbean, it'll be closer to Ed than the rest of Stede is, and that's all he really wants
So Stede throws the bottle-letter out to the waves and feels instantly a little lighter than he did yesterday
Tl;dr Stede Bonnet invented the drunk text
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fluffydice · 2 months
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Shoutout to that one panel where Kuboyasu is like “I’ve never looked twice at a woman before.” Like okay, homoie
Also even funnier because he’s like “Don’t give into your urges!!” When he sees Teruhashi. Like, it’s okay dude you think she’s pretty. Even Saiki does. It’s fine bro.
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kindkiosk · 1 year
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izzy when he takes over the revenge sitting at his little table but he has a gigantic slice of strawberry cake with edible hello kitty decals and a pompompurin latte art drink
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ermesskiss · 4 months
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some random car hcs for Nanami (all sfw)
shovels off all and any snow off your guy's car, regardless if you're going somewhere and he's not he will not allow a lift a single finger to do any labor
before you guys go out he will have the car all heated up. he's not heating up for 5 minutes to ensure the engine is okay but like 15-20 minutes before you guys leave so you don't have to deal with a sliver of coldness once you get in
when he knows you're going to sleep in the car he always takes the long way to the destination so you get as much rest as possible, and if he's unable to take a longer route he drives slower (not till the point where it's interfering with traffic but enough to add on a few minutes)
turns on the heated seat for you when you forget
he holds your hand in the car, if he drives a manual both of your hands are on the stick (your hand under his) and whenever there's you're at a stop light he gently takes your hand and lightly kisses it over and over till the light turns green
he won't put the car in drive until he sees your seatbelt is on correctly, your safety is his number one priority
when your car needs any sort of maintenance (that he can't do himself) he takes it in for you so he knows the people at the shop won't over charge you or say you need something unnecessarily done
when there's maintenance on the car that hes capable of doing hes going to teach you (the things that you don't know) he wants to make sure that you know what to do whenever he's not available and you don't have to ask others for help
you will never have to fill up your car with gas, he does it for you every week, and he always pays for premium gas, he doesn't mind spending extra money, as long as it makes you happy and it's reasonable he'll gladly do it
he lets you play your music and doesn't complain about it, but thankfully he enjoys whatever you put on
like the gentleman he is always going to open/close the car door for you, even if he's upset with you, sometimes just to mess with him you make sure you close/open the door yourself which makes him a tad bit irritated but he can't stay made when you start giggling once you see his reaction
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larphis · 10 months
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My overtly dramatic but realistic prediction for the OFMD S2 pearl necklace:
After Stede and Ed make up, their freshly reestablished bond is (understandbly so) very fragile because Ed still carries a lot of the hurt from that night on the beach with him.
Stede, seeing how horribly he hurt the man that he loves, decides to come up with a plan and tells Ed that the crew and him will do some “lame robbery” to earn some money back and that Ed should just stay in the cabin because it wouldn’t excite him anyways and he should better use that time to rest and to get some energy back.
In reality Stede drags the crew into a fancy jewlery store and asks them for help to pick out something fancy because of Ed’s love for fine things.
The crew being absolutely done (because let’s be real “picking out apology jewlery for your captain’s boyfriend who left you out to die” really wasn’t part of the job description) just points at all kinds of stuff in hopes of going back to the ship as soon as possible.
However, Stede - being the extra person he is - feels like nothing is good enough for his beloved until he sees the pearl necklace and his eyes light up.
The crew looks very sceptical and asks their captain if he is sure that that is really something that Edward, Blackbeard, would like; but Stede is 100% convinced (“It’s perfect”).
So they steal the necklace (“I am sorry gentlemen, I wish I could pay you for your services but I’m doing this in the name of love!”) and head back to the ship.
When Stede arrives, Edward is already standing on deck and skeptically but curiously comes up to see what they gathered from the “lame robbery” - Izzy is right by his side and looks as pissed as ever.
While the crew already prepares to be thrown of the ship a second time, Stede hides the necklace behind his back and starts with a speech that probably goes something like:
“Ed, I know how much I’ve hurt you but I wanted you to know that I am so thankful to have been given a second chance by you and that I really don’t take any of this for granted.
And to honor that, I, with the help of the crew, picked out this fine piece of jewlery to remind you of the fact that you are worthy of beautiful things and how much I really meant it when I told you that I loved you”
Edward very slowly takes the pearl necklace out of Stede’s hands and looks at it with an unreadable expression - which in turn makes Izzy grin with pride:
“You are such a miserable creature, Bonnet. Did you really think that you could make someone like Blackbeard, the most cruel pirate to have ever lived, forgive you by gifting him a woman’s necklace?!”
“I love it”
“Exactly! He- WHAT?!”
Ed’s eyes are watery and still focused on the necklace as he quietly repeats himself:
“I love it”, he says, hesitates, but then walks up to Stede and kisses him on the cheek, “thank you” he adds and starts blushing.
(“Most cruel pirate to have ever lived” repeats Black Pete meanwhile under his breath with an obvious eyeroll, which earns him an elbow from Lucius)
Stede finally feels the tension leave his body and manages to shyly reply “no, thank you” with a smile that mirrors Ed’s.
Izzy only manages to hiss “I’m too old for this shit” as he turns on his heel and walks off.
But Ed honored the symbol of their renewed love and never went anywhere without the necklace again.
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Not only is he well versed in the different types of teas and what they can help with, Zestial also knows the different flower meanings and what they’re used to symbolize 🥹
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yikes-ajax · 6 months
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I love how everyone is freaking out over Essek being threatened by Trent, meanwhile I was out here hyped up by the mere thoughts of him, not even aware there was a reunion happening. Everyone was suddenly going feral about him and I was like "huh, must be a full moon, all the thelyss enjoyers are howling"
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vertvivre · 2 years
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Imagine season 3 opening with Benedict painting Kate and Anthony’s marriage/wedding portrait. Benedict pulling faces and completely aspirated because they just can’t keep their hands off each other and it messing with his ability to paint. Anthony taking in Kate's scent, kissing, tickling and whispering in her ear to make her laugh. Benedict would be so annoyed by their lovesick obnoxiousness not knowing it’s almost his turn to fall madly in love. It would be the perfect season set-up foreshadowing the Benophie love story AND giving us quality Kanthony content in a single scene 💭
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I firmly believe Gaz grew up in a household full of women. He most definitely had 3 sisters growing up. And his mother taught that boy manners, best believe. He isn’t one of those guys who is disgusted by your period, because his entire family synced one time and man’s entire life flashed before his eyes.
Hes basically the ultimate gentleman.
“In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.”
-Taylor Swift
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